Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2004 22:50:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My Boy Matt - Installment 7 (beginnings)

Please observe all the usual disclaimers. If this
material offends you or you are too young or it's
illegal in your area to posess this type of material,
please do not read further.
This story is a partial work of fiction. Although the
events are real, the names of those involved have been
changed for privacy purposes.

If you've been following my stories at all, you will
see that there have been a number of guys that I have
gotten to know and care for deeply. My story doesn't
end with my last encounter with Kevin. After Kevin and
until now, I have been searching for THE ONE. Most of
my experiences after Kevin were just meaningless romps
in the hay. In fact, with each encounter came less of
a need for long-term involvement. In fact, my
encounters became so empty and meaningless that on
some occasions, names weren't even exchanged. I had
simply found myself looking for somewhere to dump a
load of cum.

When I do take the time to look back at all of my
relationships, I try to decide which of them meant the
most to me. Each time I find myself feeling that my
relationship with Matt was THE most fulfilling for me.
Although we were both pretty young, I still knew what
I had with him. I knew then that Matt would probably
be the one person that I would always care the most
for.

A sexual relationship should be considered an art
form. There are so many sets of checks and balances in
a relationship that must be met if the relationship is
going to work. Matt and I shared soemthing unique.
Matt had the unsual ability to know what he had to do
for me in order to get what he wanted, and I knew what
I had to do in order to get what I wanted. My guys can
be selfish. In fact, it is alarming to see just how
many people will exploit you if given the chance.
Sadly, I can't count how many times I've been with a
guy who suddenly loses interest once he gets off.

Then, there are those that simply do the absolute
minimum in order to get their fair share of attention.
They may act like they are really into it, but deep in
their heart, they believe that if given the
opportunity, they would not get me off if they had the
choice to do so. With Matt, there was a genuine need
for him to know that I enjoyed what he did for me. He
had always made certain to make my orgasm the best it
could be.

Other attributes about Matt that led me to him is his
sweet spirit. his smile, his compassion, and his
loyalty. When we first met, Matt had hair down to the
middle of his back. He had dark brown eyes, hair only
where needed, and since he was a die-hard skater, he
had a great body. His cock was also perfect. In fact,
it fit in my mouth like a good glove on a hand. There
weren't any curves or deformities, it was circumcised,
and smooth. Even though I had his body any time I
wanted it, I also had the benefit of knowing that this
body was owned by a person that I honestly cared for
deeply.

Circumstances drew us apart almost ten years ago. I
moved out of state and was no longer able to hang out
with him. When I came back to our home town a couple
years later, I ran into Matt and found that he had
gotten married and he and his wife were expecting
their first baby together. Instead of feeling angry or
jealous, I was glad to see he found something that
made him very happy. I'm not going to lie to you and
say that I didn't long to be with him again, but I
knew that the dynamics of his new relationship did not
allow room for him to resume what we had together.

A few months later, I learned that Matt and his wife
had separated and eventually divorced. At first I
assumed that like many other divorces, Matt and his
wife simply had irreconcilable differences. But, I
couldn't help but wonder if he divorced her because he
was bent to find someone that could make him feel like
I did.

I know lightning never strikes the same place twice,
so I have forced myself to accept that this perfect
match he and I shared was going to be a once in a
lifetime event. Despite my doubts, I don't ever want
to rule out that even against the odds, someone just
may come by one day and be closer to me than Matt was.
So, if I live the rest of my life believing that I
will never find anyone like Matt or better, I may
never be able to see it even though it is right in
front of my face.