Alone but not alone
ScarletPumpernickel
dreaming your dreams; men, hot, sweaty, muscled, nude, black, white, Latino,
Chinese, you dream of them all. You tell me that you feel insignificant,
insecure and inappropriate at times. Men do look at you when you go out. You
don't notice; sometimes you don't care. You go out drinking, clubbing and
sometimes tricking. It's an unsafe world we live in but you don't always
care. You have made it through 40 years without an STD, injury or accident.
Maybe you sometimes think that luck is on your side.
Alone but not alone is how you feel. You work, live and party amongst many
people. You have a large number of friends. You have a loving, caring, large
family. Yet you still feel alone.
I watch you when you go clubbing or simply out to drink. Flirt? That is way
too simple a description for what you do! You seduce, intrigue and entice.
No one is safe. Dance becomes a ritual for you. Men join you dancing and the
ritual circle grows. You are average, nice looking but average; intelligent
but not Einstein; funny but not Leno. Your ritual circle grows; men take off
their shirts. Sweaty, lean, firm men kiss you, hug you; making you feel
attractive, wanted, empowered. You feed off them like a vampire. You caress
their firm chests, their firm ass; you wrap their sweaty hot bodies against
yours. You still think of yourself as alone. In the bathroom, an attractive
young black man, thanks for the dance earlier. You don't remember but
pretend you do. You kiss, embrace and at one point your hands are on his ass
and his hard dick that earlier was pressing into your crotch as you
embraced. You walk out together, you buy him a drink and when he is
distracted you disappear into the crowd. Your feeling of loneliness grows.
Your belief that there is nothing out there for you grows. You feel like the
last 20 years have been for nothing. Your attention span is short; your
career life is short. Your friends ask, what's wrong? Why so snippy? Are you
okay? You always tell them yes; no problem; nothing. You drink for
breakfast, lunch and dinner. You look for happy hour. Beer isn't drinking;
is what you say to yourself and others. You're Southern; Southerners don't
drink until noon. Anything before noon is simply a good start. Even straight
men like you. Straight men would turn bi for you. You have seduced several
supposed straight men. They always come back to you eventually. You don't
understand them, but the seduction is a victory to you. Then the loneliness
creeps back in again.
One of your oldest straight friends and you go out partying one night. You
both drink too much. When you get home; he passes out in your guest room on
the spare bed. You make sure he's okay and you go to bed. The next morning,
you check on him; he's sleeping in his clothes. He's hot, young, Italian,
Southern and a walking wet dream but straight and a friend. You gently tap
him to wake up. He's told you that he needs to be somewhere early. He smiles
gently at you. You and he have always had a touchy feely, friendship. He
hugs you and thanks you for the night stay. You lean over and gently peck
him with a kiss and he does back at you. He stretches moaning and hugs you
again. You run your hands over his chest; he moans. You run your hands over
his thighs; he moans. You kiss him again. He chastely kisses you. You
unbutton his jeans; standing up to pull of his socks and the jeans. He has
no underwear on. He doesn't stop you. You take off the t-shirt also. Now
your oldest straight friend is naked on your spare bed. You kiss him,
working your way down his chest; each of his nipples to his steel hard, hot
dick that is bouncing against the muscles of his thighs.
His dick is perfect. You begin to kiss it, blow air on it and then you slip
it into your mouth. You begin to perform the best blowjob you have ever
given. You lick his nuts, his thighs; back to his dick. You work this young
man for what seems forever. It begins to moan, groaning with the need for
release. He grunts telling you that he's going to cum. You keep on working
him. You pull your mouth away (always being safe), start jacking him but you
continue to kiss all over his body. He grunts, "Oh God." Then squirts
everywhere for an unbelievable amount of time and fluid. When he's done; you
clean him off with a strategically located towel. You lay together, cuddling
and hugging. He thanks you. You peck a kiss on his full, sexy but straight
lips. He excuses himself to clean up and get dressed.
He tells you that he'll call you later and he always does. This has been a
repeat performance over the years. He leaves to go to his girlfriends.
Again, you are alone, but not alone.
Tiny Willy Gruber
news:hhvgca$5v5$1...@speranza.aioe.org:
> What are you doing alone? Why are you ignoring me? You lay there
> asleep, dreaming your dreams; men, hot, sweaty, muscled, nude, black,
> white, Latino, Chinese, you dream of them all. You tell me that you
> feel insignificant, insecure and inappropriate at times. Men do look
> at you when you go out. You don't notice; sometimes you don't care.
> You go out drinking, clubbing and sometimes tricking. It's an unsafe
> world we live in but you don't always care. You have made it through
> 40 years without an STD, injury or accident. Maybe you sometimes think
> that luck is on your side.
It seems you have broken your promise to me, maggot!! You said you would
NEVER tell!!