Nate
A few days have passed, after the declarations, besides the intense moments that we had in the living room, in my bedroom, and in the bathroom. I can say that our relationship has evolved a lot, and the confused ideas that I had in my mind no longer absorb me so much, however, we still haven't reached our final destination. I believe that we need to experience some stages in order to reach the apex, and I have been thinking about this for a while, ever since Will assured me that he didn't mind being active, passive or flexible.
We are working too much, and he usually sleeps at my house on the weekends, for him, I would sleep every day, and this has become a routine, I confess that I like it too much when he sleeps here, always hugging me. Being in love sometimes makes you a little stupid, and I believe I a
NateI look toward the door, and there are Will and my mother. I let go of Oat, and he hands me his cell phone.— Oat, how are you, dear? You and Nate don't change, always the same stupid jokes... — except for my mom, at least I think, because my boyfriend's face doesn't look so good. I stand up and approach him.— What's going on here, Nate? — his voice sounds like a whisper.— Nothing, it's just that Oat wanted to get my cell phone at all costs, and I was trying to stop him.— Lying on top of him? That's a pretty strange way to keep him from getting your cell phone, don't you think?
NateMe: If by chance I want to, what do I do?Oat: you know that you need to do a cleaning process so you don't run the risk of having some surprisesMe: I know thatbut I don't know how to do it exactlyOat: I'll send you some videos later, don't forget the condomAnd most importantly the lubricantMe: Right tell mesomething, does it hurt a lot
WillEverything has been changing in my life since I met him. In the beginning I thought he was stuck up, boring, and intimidating, because that's how he showed himself to me, but all this perspective changed as we got to know each other a little more, and I got to know the real Nate. The one who is insecure, who doesn't let everyone near him, who laughs at anything I say, and who has settled in my mind and heart in a way that will be very hard to get him out.When I arrived at his house, and found him mounted on top of a guy, their faces just inches apart, I was really annoyed. After all, the guy in question is his long-time friend, he is handsome, has an angelic face, and on top of that, he is gay. Then insecurity took over my mind, with so many thoughts, and one of them was that Nate would prefer to have a new sexual e
Will— Who says I'm going to do it out of obligation? I'm going to do it because I want to give you pleasure too... And I want to try it! — I don't know the guy in front of me. That's not Nate! I wonder what he drank, or used before come to my house? But I won't miss the opportunity to feel your mouth sucking my cock, I really won't!— So suck me, kitten!That was enough to get him up. I lie down, and he positions himself on top of me, my hands go up to his neck and then I stroke his hair, he unzips his shorts and helps me take them off, along with his underwear and T-shirt. Quickly his hand caresses my chest, and our exchange of glances at this moment is so intense, that I feel it is possible to enjoy myself, just by doing this.— You h
NateThe question is: "Why didn't I try this before?Ah... I remembered, because I was afraid."Fear of experimenting, of feeling, of exploring parts of my body that could give me pleasure, and I simply didn't know about. The worst is to feel fear for putting so many ideas in my head, and let them take over my subconscious, allowing me to live in a state of inertia, without being able to surrender to a passion that changed my way of seeing life, and seeing far beyond.With every touch, every kiss, my body is surrendered to desir
NateI still feel pain. The pleasure goes a little far, we change positions a few times, even on the side it still hurts, I get discouraged and wish it would end soon. I don't want to disappoint him, but I need to ask him to stop.— Will, stop... I'm not well! — As soon as I say it, he immediately stops what he is doing.I turn to look at him, his face has a worried look.Caress my face.— Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!— It didn't hurt me, it just hurt and I couldn't handle it!— You'd better be active, because you've already had experiences. It was obvious that I wouldn'
WillSince I received the news that I would be playing Wanchai, and that one of his characteristics was that he was too distracted to understand that the hottest guy in college only accepted to be his fake Date because he was really interested in him, I started thinking a lot about how I felt in the past, and accepting that I could not lie to myself.The novel shows how confused my character's feelings were about being a romantic couple, and how patient Thirasak was in waiting and understanding Wanchai in such a beautiful way. My story with Nate was similar, and life imitated art, and there are so many similarities between the two of us, and our characters, that sometimes I believe we were born to live those characters.
Will— What's all this? — Nate asks me as I place the tray between his legs.— Breakfast, baby!— Will, don't you have lunch at your grandparents' house?— Yes, but I told you I would be late... And now, I want to spend some time with my boyfriend! — I say and sit down beside him, I bring my hand to his hair, and caress it lightly. —