was hard even for me to imagine, but I wanted to crawl back on that bed and start again. This guy was becoming an addiction.

I started gathering up my clothes, and he said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I'm getting dressed, so I can go home. I'm not going to walk out here naked!"

"Who said I was done with you, yet?" I threw down my clothes like they were on fire, and moved back toward him. He patted the bed beside him and said, "Lay here."

Given our history, I assumed he was positioning me to serve him in yet another way, but to my surprise, he said, "Stay here tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah, unless you don't want to." he said.

"I want to be near you every chance I get. I can't get enough of you. I'll stay as long as you let me."

He smiled and pushed me over onto my side, and then wrapped his arms around me so we were spooning. I could feel him breathing on my neck, and then he gently kissed my neck. "Yeah, I know. I think that's what I like about you most!" he chuckled. Both of us knew there was a lot of truth in that statement. "Now I won't have to call you to tell you to come over when I wake up," he said playfully.

As I heard him drifting off to sleep, I wonder what was going on? Was I really just there as a convenience or could this be turning into more? Was I just a pathetic little queer being used for his pleasure, or was he discovering that he may be open to a relationship with a man? This morning, he jacked me off, which most straight guys wouldn't do. Then, he kissed me on the neck, and now he was spooning me. This sure was starting to feel more like just a sexual arrangement, though all we’d done so far WAS have sex. I had to admit to myself, though, that at this point I was already hoping for more, though I was committed to letting it happen on his schedule, as he was comfortable with it. I drifted off to sleep in bliss. Either way, I was enjoying every minute of my time with Trent.