4degrees
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Brian
I had really believed that my current partner was the one, right from the beginning. And still, I wanted to believe that. I realized that yeah, after five years together people can tend to get ‘bored’ or whatever. That just wasn’t the case for me. I still found him so sexy, so cool..I loved his sense of humor, we communicated better than any of my past partners, and in bed, he was HOT.
But over the last couple of years, he seemed to start feeling differently. I told myself that it was a phase…that it would pass, and things would be like they once were between us. But, despite my attempt at being patient, it wasn’t changing. The frustration I began to feel was just getting to be too much. I wondered why, if he was so disinterested in having a physical relationship with me anymore, that he stayed. I supposed that a lot of people didn’t hold sex, or a physical relationship as a priority. I’d like to be able to say that I didn’t as well. But I can’t say that and not be lying. Guess I’m shallow…or needy…or just red-blooded. Who knows. All I know is that no matter how much I loved him, I was becoming ever-resentful with his lack of interest in me. My libido seemed to only grow, the more rejection I got. It was really making me crazy!
And don’t get me wrong..I wasn’t asking the moon and the stars from him. I just wanted a physical show of affection, and to feel appreciation from him. At this point, I felt totally taken for granted. All my attempts to pleasure only him, to suck his cock and want nothing in return but to know I gave him pleasure, were rejected. No matter how much I told myself that it wasn’t about me, I still couldn’t help but to take this very personally.
At 35 I still looked young. And yes, my sexual appetite was not unlike that of a guy half my age. Plus, I was the kind of guy who would not turn down an opportunity to try something new, if my partner were so inclined. I didn’t know the meaning of the term ‘hang ups’. If it makes him happy, it can’t be that bad..that was my line of thinking. And maybe my openness and enthusiasm had just ‘burned him out’. That wasn’t something I could grasp, from my perspective. And I was tired..tired of feeling single while I shared a home with him. Tired of seeing him, a foot away from me as he slept and not being able to reach out and touch him without hearing him growl "Man, I'm trying to sleep." In the last couple months, I couldn't bear to share the bed with him anymore. It drove me crazy being so close to him, yet so far.
Maybe there was someone else. Maybe he was questioning his sexuality. I didn’t know, and was sick of trying to figure it out. The only place my questioning got me was getting even more puzzled with his evasive answers. I tried so many methods to spark his interest, but it seemed that if it involved me, nothing worked. I finally had reached the point that I’d often thought I’d get to…I was going to find someone who would appreciate my ‘giving’ nature, if only for a night..an hour even. I was going to find some temporary satisfaction, if it only meant satisfying another. That would be enough for me, I was convinced.
After he’d gone to bed, I dressed. I put on my leather trench coat and picked up my keys off the table before I had a chance to question what I was about to do. The moment a single guilty thought crossed my mind I said to myself, Shit, you have needs. And if he has no intrest in meeting them, it’s up to you to do something about it. I put the key in the ignition of the car and as I pulled out of the driveway, I realized I had no plan..no idea where I was going. I’d been out of the ‘circuit’ for so long, I wasn’t sure where to start. The logical idea was a bar. A gay bar, of course. Maybe just finding someone there who I could make feel special for a few minutes..someone I could use my talented mouth on for long enough that it made them come harder than any time in their recent memory.. That’s what I wanted. But I had no idea what I was going to get.
Walking from the car to the entrance of the bar gave me one more chance to change my mind, but even if I had had a desire to talk myself out of it, my mind wouldn’t have listened. Stepping into the bar, I knew the first thing I had to do was get a drink and relax some. Then I could be comfortable as I scoped out the place and decided what my next move was to be. I got a beer from the bartender, who, I might add, shot a sexy look my way as he took the five from my hand. See, I thought, you’re still attractive. I went and sat at a small table, and began to take in my surroundings.
I had really believed that my current partner was the one, right from the beginning. And still, I wanted to believe that. I realized that yeah, after five years together people can tend to get ‘bored’ or whatever. That just wasn’t the case for me. I still found him so sexy, so cool..I loved his sense of humor, we communicated better than any of my past partners, and in bed, he was HOT.
But over the last couple of years, he seemed to start feeling differently. I told myself that it was a phase…that it would pass, and things would be like they once were between us. But, despite my attempt at being patient, it wasn’t changing. The frustration I began to feel was just getting to be too much. I wondered why, if he was so disinterested in having a physical relationship with me anymore, that he stayed. I supposed that a lot of people didn’t hold sex, or a physical relationship as a priority. I’d like to be able to say that I didn’t as well. But I can’t say that and not be lying. Guess I’m shallow…or needy…or just red-blooded. Who knows. All I know is that no matter how much I loved him, I was becoming ever-resentful with his lack of interest in me. My libido seemed to only grow, the more rejection I got. It was really making me crazy!
And don’t get me wrong..I wasn’t asking the moon and the stars from him. I just wanted a physical show of affection, and to feel appreciation from him. At this point, I felt totally taken for granted. All my attempts to pleasure only him, to suck his cock and want nothing in return but to know I gave him pleasure, were rejected. No matter how much I told myself that it wasn’t about me, I still couldn’t help but to take this very personally.
At 35 I still looked young. And yes, my sexual appetite was not unlike that of a guy half my age. Plus, I was the kind of guy who would not turn down an opportunity to try something new, if my partner were so inclined. I didn’t know the meaning of the term ‘hang ups’. If it makes him happy, it can’t be that bad..that was my line of thinking. And maybe my openness and enthusiasm had just ‘burned him out’. That wasn’t something I could grasp, from my perspective. And I was tired..tired of feeling single while I shared a home with him. Tired of seeing him, a foot away from me as he slept and not being able to reach out and touch him without hearing him growl "Man, I'm trying to sleep." In the last couple months, I couldn't bear to share the bed with him anymore. It drove me crazy being so close to him, yet so far.
Maybe there was someone else. Maybe he was questioning his sexuality. I didn’t know, and was sick of trying to figure it out. The only place my questioning got me was getting even more puzzled with his evasive answers. I tried so many methods to spark his interest, but it seemed that if it involved me, nothing worked. I finally had reached the point that I’d often thought I’d get to…I was going to find someone who would appreciate my ‘giving’ nature, if only for a night..an hour even. I was going to find some temporary satisfaction, if it only meant satisfying another. That would be enough for me, I was convinced.
After he’d gone to bed, I dressed. I put on my leather trench coat and picked up my keys off the table before I had a chance to question what I was about to do. The moment a single guilty thought crossed my mind I said to myself, Shit, you have needs. And if he has no intrest in meeting them, it’s up to you to do something about it. I put the key in the ignition of the car and as I pulled out of the driveway, I realized I had no plan..no idea where I was going. I’d been out of the ‘circuit’ for so long, I wasn’t sure where to start. The logical idea was a bar. A gay bar, of course. Maybe just finding someone there who I could make feel special for a few minutes..someone I could use my talented mouth on for long enough that it made them come harder than any time in their recent memory.. That’s what I wanted. But I had no idea what I was going to get.
Walking from the car to the entrance of the bar gave me one more chance to change my mind, but even if I had had a desire to talk myself out of it, my mind wouldn’t have listened. Stepping into the bar, I knew the first thing I had to do was get a drink and relax some. Then I could be comfortable as I scoped out the place and decided what my next move was to be. I got a beer from the bartender, who, I might add, shot a sexy look my way as he took the five from my hand. See, I thought, you’re still attractive. I went and sat at a small table, and began to take in my surroundings.