A Story of Love and dedication
by djfmonkey
18 Dec 2022 3327 readers Score 9.3 (192 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
A romantic love story, outside of my normal type of story, this story was inspired by a readers email suggestion to me, (well call him Rob), based on real events in his life, and his story really moved me, I asked his permission as he didn’t wish to write it himself. Names were changed, and some additional spice was added, his descriptions truly touched me. I hope you’ll like it, please leave some comments as I know Rob will be reading it.
We met in junior high (7th grade perhaps?), it was our first week, and we sat in assigned seats for attendance purposes, alphabetical in home room. Alex sat in front of me, we were both kind of scared and shy, but didn’t show it, those first days, a new school, new kids, basic jitters of where do we fit in. The first day we got there early, we spoke and introduced each other, we seemed to hit it off, we compared our schedules, and 5 of our 8 classes were the same. We both found our way together.
That was the beginning, we became good friends, and we hung out at school, which progressed to after school, then weekends at each other’s house. We watched TV, went to movies, attended sporting events, carnivals, and concerts. We got our drivers licenses together, we worked on our used cars, went to the malls, and parties together, eventually we became each other’s wing men as we began to get interested in girls. He’d date, I’d date, we’d double date, we watched out for each other. I realize now I was Jealous when we were apart especially if he was on a date and I wasn’t with him. In the end we were always together and almost inseparable.
Our friendship continued to grow stronger all through high school, ultimately one night we were hanging out in the movie parking lot, I remember it well. We were in his car, we both hit a dry spell with the girls, we were disgusted with girls and dating. Two horny guys striking out date after date, our relationships only lasted one or two dates. Damn! We were playing the field of the opposite sex but getting nowhere. As we sat in that parking lot, telling our woes to each other, wallowing in our sorrow, feeling sorry for ourselves, we seemed to be on the same page, who needs girls? We got each other, buds for life, best friends. Nothing happened that night but it seemed to be a turning point.
Little did we realize at the time but, I guess we were grooming each other, we had it bad, we were crushing on each other for years, we finally figured it out, when we were in different colleges 250 miles away from each other. No girl could ever take each other’s place, we were into each other. Sure I’ve seen him naked before, and he was hot, I’d sneak glances whenever possible, his maturing adolescent body, sprouts of hair, muscles. I know he saw me, I was a bit behind him developmentally, but I’d catch him looking, we’d laugh it off to change the subject and lighten the mood. But ultimately we both knew it wasn’t “normal”, it wasn’t expected, we never let on to one another that feeling we both actually had. I personally feared our friendship, the stigma of liking another guy, only it was developing into more than a “like”. We continued to hide our feelings, we acted “normal” (whatever that was) but the feelings were always there and growing stronger. In our distance we spoke often by phone, only to quickly reconnect in person as soon as our semester breaks brought us home together. Sometimes we even sacrificed family time to achieve it. We needed to be with each other.
Yes we had it bad, we never admitted it, we were somewhat blind and surely shy about the subject, but had he been a girl or vice versa we’d be together as boyfriend and girlfriend. By the end of college I moved back home, he got an apartment, I got a job, so did he, I spent more hours at his place, than him at mine. We’d go bar hopping and stuff, but always left together. Sometimes I’d spend the night. It began with me sleeping on the couch, but it didn’t take long till we shared his small full size bed, usually listening to music and innocently falling asleep. He was my best friend and I was his. I soon wanted more but we always just kidded each other, somewhat testing the waters, later I found out so did he. We were too shy and reserve about our true feelings, till one hot summer night, the power was out, we opened the windows to help keep ourselves cool, we stripped to our briefs, just laying on the bed trying to keep cool. It was dark, no TV, radio, music, the bars were closed, traffic lights out, gas stations closed, no stores, restaurants or movies. We just lay there on our backs, talking. Our talk morphed into girls, guys, then sensual thoughts, and each other, our lives, our relationship. Alex eventually had his hands on his crotch, rubbing as we spoke, his fingers caressed through the skimpy material, his briefs were white, but his bulge was visible in the little available light. The shadows of his manhood were well pronounced, I soon found was getting too excited. He watched me, as I watched him, I’m not sure what he saw of me, as my briefs were black. It didn’t take long, I mean it was dark, our talk went from silence to sexual thoughts verbalized, then he did it, he exposed that hard dick, sure I’ve seen him limp before but this was different as he snapped the waistband under his balls. I soon reciprocated, we were now exposing ourselves together while we pleasured ourselves, it didn’t take long till I accidentally on purpose touched his naked sweaty skin, he touched me back, pent up energy between us finally began to release. We then took a bold move forward and touched each other, exploring each other, even though it was dark. Here I was now touching Alex’s dick, it was warm, ah hell no it was hot, long and rigid, it felt smooth, I wasn’t sure if it was his heartbeat I felt in my palm or if it was mine. We began to jerk each other’s member, his hands on my dick felt so good, my ears seemed to be burning hot, my mouth was dry. Nothing was said between us, we continued to push and tug each other when suddenly he stopped and tried to stop or slow me down. Too late, I felt his warm cum spurting out of his shaft, some lubing my grip as I gently moved to his balls, spreading his seed all around. He did the same as I fired my cum harder than hard, I felt the cool chill of the once warm seed as he spread it all over me as it dried. We both lay there silent. Me, I was thinking, deep in thought of what just happened, he must be doing the same. I think we just drifted off peacefully together. That was our first real time, had we crossed the line?
About 2 hours later the power came back on, we glanced at each other dicks still hanging over the waistband of our briefs, but now much softer and plumped. Together we stared and reached for each other’s dicks once again, as they began to grow within each other’s touch. Only now we were looking into each other’s face, the lights were on now, our mouths gradually smiled as we gratified each other once again. The look and the smile was more of a look of thankful love, as we manipulated each other’s growing member to another mutual orgasm, we came together this time, as we both glanced down to watch. It seemed like tons of cum cross fired into each other as we let our fingers sort of play with the sticky fluid. Soon after we stood and cleaned ourselves up, and for the first time we felt a connection, we stripped the sheets, and took separate showers, I borrowed some of his underwear and we climbed back into bed.
That was the second time today, I’ve known him almost 10 years now, since the 7th grade. Suddenly we were spooning in only our briefs. It felt so right, wrapped in his arms, I slept better than ever in a long time, I was sure he did the same. Within a week we became more daring we tried being oral a new and exciting feeling, I couldn’t get enough. I approached his magic rod inches from my face, I wanted to study every inch of that giant mushroom head in my vision, it wasn’t really that big but it filled my vision so close, the sensual slit gently parted as I pulled back gently with my thumb. I opened my mouth and licked all around the top, I then encompassed the rim, and then slid my tongue down one side and up the other, the bottom then the top, back to the head as I watched his face, I smiled, my tongue hanging out licking away. I opened up wide and tried to take it all in but got half way down and choked myself silly, but that night I gave him what we came to know as my “half BJ”. I got the job done, he announced he was ready, I pulled off and he spewed all over, I counted the squirts, 5 with fluid squirts and 6 without. He returned the favor yet he never choked on me, he deep throated me all the way down. Scared to swallow he pulled off, but managed to get his first taste, that’s all it took. We taught and learned together, as it felt just right, some things were the same between us, and some other thing’s unique to each other. We needed, and we wanted to pleasure each other like never before. We tried new and different things, and I’m not sure I remember when and where, but soon we were also kissing, it seemed odd as that came so late. When alone in private we greeted each other with a private loving kiss, mostly with a warm embracing hug and a squeeze. Sexually we progressed, we bought some lube and slowly but surely progressed to anal, it took some time but we became verse and we often have passionate sessions that lasted into the night. We did each other in 69 style, we loved the crack tongue play. He penetrated my hole first with his tongue, such a feeling I’ve never felt, moist wet tongue inside of me, not long after he was fucking my hole, the pain was unbearable but I seemed to not mind it, and after it was over I realized I wanted it more. He took me, much easier and he loved to bottom for me. I loved it too, we tried every position and found what we liked and spent many waking free time hours with one another, gone were the movies, the TV and other things, we seemed to become sex addicts we couldn’t get enough.
I moved in with Alex soon after, we bought a bigger bed. The time finally came where we proclaimed our love for each other, out to our families! While met with some resistance we’ve grew to acceptance with them, however not with his older brother Larry who basically cut us off from his family and life, deep down I knew it hurt Alex, more than you know. It became more evident after each of his parents passed on, seeing his brother at the funerals, who refused to acknowledge him, his then young nieces and nephews, he never got to meet. It was so sad it broke my heart for him, for even his conservative parents grew to accept us. I know he secretly cried some nights wishing he and his brother could mend their ways, unfortunately it never happened an unfulfilled dream, now that his parents were gone any news of his brothers family was lost. His only family and updates were from an aging aunt, usually a note in a Christmas card each year, one day he knew she too would pass and I knew deep down he wanted to reconnect. All these years later any attempts to connect were met with resistance
My Parents also passed and with the exception of some distant cousins, I too was now alone, we managed a group of fine supporting friends and neighbors, they were our family now. We were closer than family and made us both very happy to have.
Time passed too quickly, we spent our years as a couple. We traveled the world and saw each other through thick and thin. We practiced our sex skills in every destination we’ve tons of photos to reminisce the memories, 4 continents, 27 countries, all 50 states, planes, trains, ships, automobiles, even camel. We traveled every time we could, we coordinated vacations, and into retirement.
Although it’s legal to marry now we never formally married but he was mine, and I was his, it really didn’t matter now, in our eyes we were united. Like an old married couple we loved till the end, a love so endearing that so many wished they had had. Too many “normal” people would give anything for what we had.
Last Thursday it happened, Alex fell to the floor, and I called 911 with tears in my eyes. They carted you down the 3 floors to the unknown neighbor’s stares as others offered comfort. Now I sit here in this cold quiet place its dark like that first night as I sit here and stare at you lying in a hospital bed hooked to such technical machines. Only the red LED numbers flash on and off, the green line bouncing on the screen and the dimmed hall lights creeping under the door, lights up the dark room. I listen to the sounds of your heartbeat, as I dose in and out, the seconds between them staying steady. I sit here thinking of our times together and our life, and can’t think but shutter it might be the end. What am I to do without you, I don’t want you to leave me, and just can’t imagine my life any other way. If I had it to do over I wouldn’t have waited that first 10 years, but 58’s a good number too.
I should try to contact his brother, but I don’t even know how, surely he’d need to know the end is so near. How full our lives were, but now ever so empty and alone as we both are cooped up in this small hospital room. Just wake up Alex, please, just one last time, I’ve said my goodbyes, but I want to look into your eyes and know you see mine. I know you’ll understand the way that I feel and you feel the same way, I know this is too unreal.
Morning came and your heartbeat was week, I stood and took your hand, in that moment I felt our connection once again, like our lives passing between us, like the energy being transferred, I only hope those thoughts were all yours, as our lives passed between us. Then it was over, the beat became a steady tone, the nurses rushed around shoving me away. The tears ran down my face as one nurse consoled me with a loving hug, it was over. I’ll never forget you no matter how long I live. I must go home alone now and face our empty home with only our memories.
I cried for days, but was strong at the service, with all our neighbors and friends there for support. There off in the corner shedding a tear, I knew it had to be his brother and now adult family, How ever they found out is still beyond me. I felt sad for Alex that they never reconnected and thought to myself it serves his brother right, but I managed to walk past him and ignored him with my dignity in hand.
I still live in our home and think of Alex every day, I know and can feel him as I snuggle in bed, it’s like he still spoons me, not a night goes by I don’t dream of our memories and look forward every night to that experience. I know he’s still with me, and it comforts me so.
Note: Alex and Rob Counted 58 Anniversaries, as from when they consummated, came out and lived together as their commitment anniversary, I found this to be a true love story, both happy but sad. Alex passed away Just over a year ago before Thanksgiving. Thank You Rob for allowing me the privilege to expressing your story. DJFM