Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2008 12:24:57 -0400 From: Blonde Blue eyes Subject: Do opposites attract or repel? I suppose that is a matter of opinion. The old saying is that they attract - but how far should an attraction really go? Rather difficult to decipher especially when it not only a mental, but physical, no an extremely mental and physical attraction to someone whom is definitely your opposite but isn't necessarily attracted to you. But before I get into all of that I guess I should introduce myself first. My name is Ben, I am the youngest of three kids, my sister Jessica (the oldest) my brother Matthew the middle kid and me Ben the youngest. However, the first of many wrenches is that Matt and I are fraternal twins, he got popped out first, and then me 10 minutes later, and the funny thing is, if you didn't know, you really would think that we were completely different ages, and aside from a few physical features, not even related. Our parent's were 2 very different looking people. My mother, an average height of 5'9", blonde haired, blue eyed woman, and my father a 6'4", hairy, muscular, man with dark brown hair, and light brown eyes. So when you look at the 3 children together, my sister carbon copy of my mother 5'8, blonde blue, my brother Matt a carbon copy of my father 6'5, muscle, brown, brown and hairy, and there's me, the hybrid of the 2 - 5'11", dirty blonde hair, and green eyes. You would almost think that I was made in a petrey dish. Oh and the ages, my sister 25, and my brother and I 18. But these descriptions and ages are all current, my issues as you can imagine all start many years ago. Let's see, so early family life, from what I can remember and the many stories I have been told over the years, is that we were a very normal suburban family - whatever `normal' was. As toddlers my brother and I always shared a room, and my sister of course had her own room. And just like any other set of twins, whether identical or fraternal my parents dressed Matt and I up in the same clothes, got us the same toys, the same everything. Though the funny thing about it was that I never opened any of the toys that I got, all I ever wanted to do was play with Matt's things, which of course at that time didn't occur or have any meaning to me, I just liked playing with his things, especially when he was playing with them. But again the one difference was, I never fought him for them, I'd rather sit and watch him play with them, until he was done, and then play with them myself rather than play with my own. And I never fought him for them, never saw any reason. My parents used to often boast that they had 2 of the most cooperative children and we played better together than anyone else, we never fought over things, well actually I never fought over them, he didn't have to - they were his toys. And just like sharing all the toys, we shared the same room, at first while living in a smaller house we had bunk-beds because the room was too small to have 2 beds on the ground, which personally I loved. It made my life so much easier to be as close as I could get to Matt as possible- but again at that time I had no idea what it meant, I just wanted to be near him, at night he would get into bed first, since he had the bottom bunk, and I always liked crawling in with him before I went up to my own, and he never pushed me out ever. He actually always used to fall asleep first, and if not for my parents, coming in and saying `Awe look, how cute is that, they are sleeping in the same bed next to each other just like they did in the play pen, now get in your own bed' I'd have stayed there all night. But even with them throwing me back into my own bed, if anything ever scared me, I was down in Matt's bed in 2 seconds flat. But that bubble too, was finally burst, since when we turned 10, our parents finally sold the apartment and moved into a bigger one, where everyone got to have their own room, and my sister even got her own bathroom, and Matt and I had to share an adjoining one- which at first excited me and then depressed me, and then made me nuts. But 10 years old going on 11, that's when everything finally started to change in me, and I guess in Matt too. My body was changing, my mind was changing, and while I did not often get to see Matt's body, I knew his was too. While I paid careful attention to mine, I paid even more attention to his. I noticed that we both got taller, our voices got deeper, although his much more than mine. His hair got even darker than it was; mine more or less stayed the same. The funny thing about it was that even though we were the same exact age, every thing seemed to happen to him first, and while I was initially jealous of it, I think I was more envious, because really all I ever wanted was to be like him. But of course at that point I still had absolutely no idea what that meant or what repercussions it would have in future - no clue at all. When I, or well we turned 12, that's when my roller coaster ride really started. After 12 years of doing everything together, Matt and I started to `separate' to some degree - and got to a point of just being `brothers' now, that bond of `twin-ship' slowly disappeared. Mind you, its not as if communication ceased altogether, we were still like best friends, and talked all the time, but the conversations were different, more of `how was your day, etc. Not like it used to be when we shared absolutely everything. And also the physical changes started - my dick was hard every 30 seconds, I started to get little hairs under my arms, and around my dick, but not an ounce on my chest, or even on my face. Matt on the other hand, by 12 years old, had quite a bit of dark hair on his chest and under his arms, and I'm sure plenty around his dick too. In school they were finally teaching us about sex, and what the changes in our body meant, and the different attractions, and feelings that were occurring in me at this time. As all of these things were occurring, gym class initially was my favorite time of the day, I got to see all of the other guys naked and what they looked like, and finally in our freshman year of high school, Matt and I ended up in the same gym class, and I finally got to see what Matt looked like naked. Seeing that was like being hit in the head with a lead pipe. Matt was the most incredible looking being on the earth, his body was filling out, his arms were getting bigger, he had a beautiful coating of brown hair on his chest, and a dick that one could only dream to have. But what I did not understand was why when I saw him and at that point any other guy, I got hard why was I `attracted' to guys? In sex education, they taught that the attractions were supposed to be to the opposite sex, not the same. But truthfully when I looked at girls nothing stirred in me, not a muscle, not a thought nothing. But move my glance to a guy, and boom, heart started to beat, and dick hard in 2 seconds. I felt weird, like something was wrong with me. But I couldn't talk to anyone about it, I wanted to run to Matt, but how could I do that, all he was ever talking about was girls, and from the buzz around school it was just the other way around as well, all the girls were talking about him. Of course that made perfect sense, he was turning into an Adonis - at least in my eyes he was. He played sports, was good at all of them, and he was smart, no really smart. Me on the other hand, sports, not a chance, smart, OK that I will admit to, I was a book worm - not that I really needed to be, academics came very easily to me, more often than not I was bored in class because it was all just too easy. But again another difference, there were no girls talking about me, and I wasn't talking about them. Truth be told, I wasn't talking about anyone. Thinking about people, yes, I thought about guys, lots of them. So finally I decided to figure out what was wrong with me, without actually asking anyone. Hooray for the internet! Went to `Ask jeeves.com' and typed in what it means when a boy likes another boy. And then I figured out what it all meant, I was gay. And as I continued to read the different definitions and what they all meant, I realized and started to feel like a freak, I was a fag, gay boy, homo , and any of the other hundreds of adjectives used to describe someone who likes boys. And as I continued to read, I found all these reports and articles on what has happened to gay people in the past, and how they have been ridiculed and to a point tortured just because they like other guys, and it did not conform to the societal `norm'. But on the same token, there were just as many sites and story's on how being gay is a natural phenomenon, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. So there was no doubt about it I was gay. And quite honestly, that fact really did not bother me. I am gay, it's who I am, and there's no way of changing that. The problem was, not me accepting it, but being accepted by everyone else. The guys in high school were cruel, about gay's there was no question there, anyone who was bad at something, or didn't know something was considered a fag, and was ostracized, period. But in all honesty I didn't really have a problem with that either, because from my own doing, I had already more or less ostracized myself from everyone else. I went to school, did what I had to, and left, I did not want to be on any one's `radar' whether it be peers or teachers. I just wanted to go in do I what I had to, and leave, nothing more. But leaving all that aside for the moment, what I realized even more so, was not only was I attracted to guys, I had a stronger attraction, to someone who I should not have this type of attraction to in any which way, gay or not. But no matter how I fought it, or tried to disprove it, it was impossible. There was one man in the world that I was attracted too - no that doesn't say enough, that I was hopelessly head over heals in love with, my brother Matt. And the biggest joke about that was - there was no way on earth I could have him. Forget about the fact that he'd hate me enough for being gay, but to even fathom what he would think if he found out that not only was his brother gay, but desired an incestuous relationship with him. I mean, Matt was the pinnacle of what a high school jock should be, absolutely beautiful, with his height, muscle, killer smile, and brains to boot, it was fairly obvious that by senior year he would be the valedictorian just like our sister was. And then there was me, the sick closeted gay boy who was in love with his brother, could anything be worse? But the funny thing in the midst of all this, was the fact that for whatever reason, even though I sucked in gym and no one ever wanted me to play with them, or that I did not do any extra-curricular activities, certainly no sports - no one ever said a word to me, made fun of me, nothing, and there were other guys in my grade who were somewhat the same way, but were truly tortured, and I'm sure they weren't even gay. I only found out later that everyone was scared shitless of Matt, since apparently it was known that if anything ever happened to me, it was as if someone was fucking with Matt, so it was never done. And yea I can't say that Matt never tried to spend time with me, like we used to - or at least make the effort to fit me in, somewhere in his busy schedule of dates, practices, and lord knows what else. He made the effort, and that meant so much to me, and just at the same token was so damned dangerous for me. I had now gotten to a point where thinking about him, I got hard, hearing him I got hard, seeing him I got rock hard, seeing and being in his presence almost made me cum. I mean it was absolutely ridiculous I was absolutely obsessed with him. I now realized that I had to do my best to avoid him at all costs, I loved him dearly as I know he did me, but for him to find out that his brother was gay AND in love with him, would destroy that love as a brother, god only knows what it would do to his reputation if people found out that his twin brother was gay - even if they were scared of him it's still a tarnish there that no one wants. It really is an amazing phenomenon, we are twins and yet completely opposite people. He's a star athlete, with girls drooling over him, teachers and colleges wanting him, for his sports and his brains, and then me, no one is drooling nor trailing after me, and teachers and colleges, well I suppose had I let it occur, I would have been able to pull that off too, but id rather be in the shadows away from everything almost like a ghost, be there, yet never be seen. So I came up with the solution. There was no way I could come out to him or anyone else in school, or even my family for that matter, it would just be destruction of life and I refused to do that. So my plan was simple, get through all of high school, as hidden as possible. Basically go to school, take tests, and turn in papers and leave. After school, find a place to go and hide, and stay there as long as possible, then go home and go to my room jerk off, cry myself to sleep, and do it all over again the next day. And I would do this for the duration of high school, get myself into a college as far away from home as possible and maybe, just maybe, be able to come out and be who I really am, maybe actually start a life and find someone that I could settle down with. But I actually chuckle at that last part, there is no one else that I want, the only person I want, is the one that lives in the room next to me and I can't have him, so I come to the realization that I will be alone and celibate for a very long time to come. But even that, after a while did not seem so daunting, I mean there are hundreds of thousands of people that go single for their entire life, I don't know about celibate but at least single. And at least while it is detrimental in a way, at least I have a fantasy to fill my nights with. While all this planning of mine was going on, and being implemented at that, things were going smoothly at least to a degree, I was becoming more and more invisible, then again, I was really never that visible to begin with, I had my acquaintances, I dealt with those that needed to be dealt with and that was it. And I also sat back and watched as my twin - yet complete opposite brother, excel throughout high school, become captain of the track team, and wrestling team (how the 2 coincided, I will never understand) and in the midst of all that still managed to be on the track to be valedictorian AND have a laundry list of women following and drooling over him, all of which he very easily kept in check and I'm sure managed to fuck every one of them without any of the other's knowing. Admittedly I could have been in the race of valedictorian or salutatorian, but to do that would put me back in the spot light, exactly where I did not want to be. And yet again, amongst all of this, my brother still again managed to attempt to make time for me, just like he did throughout our childhood. Except now it was different, now I had to push back had to say no to every one of his attempts to spend time with me, to let that occur, could truly be grounds for disaster on both parts, mine because he would find out and hate me for both things, and his, because his own reputation would be ruined with people knowing he had a twin brother who was a queer. Nope that was never going to happen and I was going to make sure of that. And now, we come to the next part of life that I hate, holidays, and every one of them. From Christmas, to New Years, to Birthdays to the most hated one of all (at least to me) Valentines Day. I have to say, if I ever get my hands on Cupid, I hope he has a spare heart around because I'd wring out the first one until there was nothing left. Well truthfully Christmas isn't so bad, the only drag and thrill at the same time was being around Matt. It was finally after we turned 13 that we started getting different presents, instead of the same exact thing. He got action figures and toys; I got books and other things, but granted that's what I wanted. Even as I got older I never asked for much just stuff like that, helped to keep me busy. When I turned 15 I actually asked for a saxophone - yes in giving one's self time alone its amazing what you can accomplish, I taught myself how to play the sax - I always loved jazz music, was one of the things that I listened to in my room or when I was out taking one of my `long walks'. Was rather funny actually when I asked for it, everyone looked at me as if I was a green monster in the room, and I had to finally tell people yes I can play the sax. And I borrowed one from the school and brought it home to play for everyone - was fantastic to see the shock on all their faces when they realized I could play. But it was also a good thing for me to see that because even then it was proof that I was keeping myself under the radar. But I guess now that secret was out, so whatever. But any of the songs I played were always dedicated to one person, and if you listened to the notes closely enough you would understand how and why I played that song. But there was that one holiday that from the time I understood what valentines meant that I hated. I never had a valentine, except my brother and my sister every once in a while when they gave out those little fake valentines you got from the store. But that was about it. But granted it made sense, I never had a date, never wanted one either, I had no need for them, they were fruitless activities, nothing would ever come of it, other than my own disappointment since 1, a girl was never interested me, 2, to say that you wanted a boy for a valentines was a big no, no, and 3, to say I wanted my valentine to be Matt, well we all know the repercussions to that. However, with all that said - there was still one problem in that equation, every year, for the past 3, freshman, sophomore and junior year's of high school, someone has left me 1 single orchid (my favorite flower) and a simple note that said `I love you'. Now this is something that has driven me insane every single year, because I have never been able to figure it out who the fuck it was from especially since to my knowledge absolutely no one knew that I liked flowers, especially that one, the only place that was ever stated was in my music. And each year the flower popped up in a different place, the first year it happened it was taped to my locker door in, and the note was type written and all it said was `I love you'. Thankfully I got in early that day and was able to grab it before anyone saw it. This confused me far beyond anything; I drilled my brain about it, but never came up with an answer and finally gave up. The second time, I found one taped to the back of my school book bag which was hanging on my locker which was on a different side of school this year- and it had the same type written note. And I'm sure that people saw it, it was hard not to spot a long stemmed purple orchid, yet no one ever said a word to me about it. But now, I started to worry because this was in a public place, and again to my knowledge no one knew that I liked orchids. And why in god's name would someone want to do that? Again I drilled my head about it and could come up with nothing, and after a while I gave up again, and said to myself why try. The 3rd year in a row, valentines day rolled around again and there was the same colored orchid with the same type written note on the windshield of my car in the student parking lot. This time I was infuriated. Because it was becoming ridiculous already torture, but on the same token I realized that someone knew the real deal about me, that I was gay, and I realized now I'm in trouble, I'm in high school and someone, I have no idea who or how, but someone knows I'm gay. I considered saying something to Matt about it but decided against it because that would only raise more suspicion about what was going on, and why was I receiving valentines, especially since I wasn't dating anyone, never had been nor would I be, so it wouldn't be coming from that person. Maybe they would think I was nuts and giving one to myself - then again that wasn't such a bad alibi, I never had a valentine so I decided to be my own. But now coming up to my senior year of high school, its February, I was on the home stretch of finally getting out of this hell hole, I had finally gotten accepted to a college 3000 miles away on the other side of the country as far away as I could possibly get from here, and one that I read that had a large gay community, in addition Matt, had received noticed that he got into Harvard which is on this side of the country so it was perfect. In addition to the fact that everyone else in the family and school was more concentrated on him (as usual, but again just the way I liked it). Everything was finally going to come into its own. AND this year finally, I did not get an orchid. I didn't have to drive myself nuts over it, who ever it was finally gave up - I was thankful, happy, relieved. So I did my yearly pilgrimage, well daily really, (but for whatever reason it was some what more important today) to the one secluded bench in a dark spot along the East River under the FDR drive, and just stared into the river, and watched the chunks of ice float by. Although I will admit this year, it was definitely colder than the past few had been, and I shivered, something I hadn't done since the first time I sat here on a winter day. But I suppose it could also be that I had much more to contemplate this year. The fact that I was so torn, on so many issues, my plans, had actually worked out the way I intended them too. I more or less became invisible over the past 4 years. I did what I was supposed to, I went to school, did my work, I went to my seclusion areas, such as here, took my walks every day, learned to play the sax and the piano, listened to music, and prepared myself to maybe, just maybe, restart life as I knew it 3000 miles away, without having to live in the shadows anymore, not having to hide from people or realities anymore. I also succeeded in keeping myself as far away from my brother as possible. And as much as that hurt, good god did it hurt, I had convinced myself that it was the right thing to do. It protected his image as a star student and athlete, and protected me from having him hate me, or being found out. But on the same token I think that it hurt him, and that was the last thing I ever wanted to do, every time I said no to spending time with him or doing anything with him, I could see hurt in his beautiful eyes. And I felt so miserable over that, and I knew that these following 4 months were probably the last 4 months that I would spend with him, in as close proximity as we were forever since, what no one knew yet was that as soon as I graduated in June I was headed out to travel for 2 months in Europe before school started, so maybe I'd be able to even start life a little earlier. Although, today, for whatever reason, even my thoughts were `colder', the thought that I'd never really be around Matt again hurt, the thought that Matt would eventually get married and have kids, hurt more, what hurt the most though? The fact that as brilliant as I thought my plan was, and as brilliantly as it succeeded the way I wanted it to, it also destroyed every chance I had to spend time with him, and grab those last minutes that I might have with him. It was that good old catch 22, where I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. And then after that, I started to cry and realized what the fuck was the point, either way I was going to be miserable, there really was never going to be anyone else. No one could ever take the place of Matt, no one would ever meet those standards, why I even thought I'd be able to do something like that I have no idea. Now you see why I hated this holiday. But again, time to pull myself together, it was time to get up and go back home, I was cold, and my tears were frozen. And as I finally opened my eyes to get up and walk, and as I looked down at the ground, on my lap lay a type written note `I love you'. It scared the shit out of me. I never felt it put on me, I never heard any foot steps around me. How long had it been there? Who followed me, now I was worried. Someone knew me, had followed me here, as if I was being stalked. My head shot up, and I looked in front of me saw no one, to the right of me, saw no one, turn around looked backwards, no one, and then turned left, and sitting next to me on the bench with a purple orchid in hand was Matt. I sat there absolutely dumbfounded. I could not speak, and even if I could, I had no idea what to say. All I did was sit there and stare at him. He slid over a little more and out of a bag pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around me, asked me if it was any better, and then got down on one knee, held up the flower, and looked into my eyes and asked, "Will you be my Valentine?" And all I did was cry. I had to slap myself, and he looked at me so puzzled, and I just said, "I had to make sure that I was awake and not dreaming." He came up directly in my face and whispered to me, "No Ben, you aren't dreaming, I love you, and I'm tired of being pushed away, tired of watching you sit on the sidelines, tired of listening to you cry at night, tired of having to sit and listen to you play from afar rather than next to you, tired of watching you sit on this bench every night alone, and most of all tired of wasting time." I started to say something, but he put his hand over my mouth and continued, `for the past 5 years, you have continuously and progressively pushed everyone away, retreated into your little corner of the world, hiding everything about you, that you were afraid might hurt you. You have hidden the fact that you are academically brilliant, and denied yourself the privileges of that, you have hidden the fact that you have an ability to play an instrument 2 for that matter-and kept yourself out all of the possibilities that could have afforded you. What I can't understand is why? Why hide all of this, why deny yourself so much?' And I just looked at him, and simply said, "Because, I was too afraid of what you would think of me, and too afraid of what might happen to you if word got out." And he asked me "about what??" And again then the tears started, "about the fact that you had a twin brother who was gay" And all he did was simply laugh, and just said, "Do you really think that anyone would fuck with me and or you? Whether they know or not?" And I suppose he was right there, you would have to be a moron to do that, or have a wish for a free trip to a plastic surgeon without the need for anesthesia. And I continued, "OK so no one cares that I'm gay, you don't care, wonderful fantastic, but what you think about the fact that I'm gay and in love with you, and want to have sex with you?" And it was there that I got the unexpected response of "I think that you should have realized, we may be fraternal twins, but still grew in same womb, still lived in the same room, half the time in the same bed, that I know you a lot better than you think, and that you should have realized that I love you just as much as you do me, and also that you shouldn't be afraid to tell me things, didn't we make that pact years ago that we share everything?" And I asked him again, "but how did you know?, I didn't even know back then, at least about being in love with you, gay and attracted to guys, yea I knew that very early on, but in love with you didn't hit until a few years ago." And he looked at me deep into my eyes and said it "well it would have been nice to know a few years ago." And I just looked at him again, with a puzzled and confused look, and then just finally asked, how he figured it out, and he said, "Well, I wasn't sure at first, I was hoping for sure, but I didn't figure it out, until after I listened to you play the sax, and the piano for a while and listen to what you were playing, and then well, I'll admit I snuck a few looks at your computer and the music you were writing, or rewriting for that matter, and there it was plain as day -for matt- Ella's `At Last'- that made me cry. And that's when I realized what you were doing." So I looked at the flower, and the back at him, and I asked him if he really loved me, and if he really understood what I was feeling, he smiled gently caressed my face, wiped off a few of the frozen tears, held the side of my face and leaned in and gently kissed me on the mouth, sat back and said "Yes I do," and gave me one of his million dollar smiles, and then said to me, `you know you never answered my question of whether or not you would be my valentine.' I just smiled back held on to him and the orchid and simply said "Yes." Of course being who I am, a million other things popped into my mind, and that moment of bliss suddenly burst again, and I sat up and asked him, "so what is it that you plan on doing now with all the women that you have been screwing around with, and don't tell me that you haven't had sex with any of them because I'll know that's an out right lie, and, are you going to want to keep that image of mister star jock and mister popular? I mean I can't blame you if you do, but it's going to be hard for me, but I would never stop you or ask you to either." "Ben, I just told you that I love you, and that I think we wasted a lot of time, do you really think I'm going to go back to screwing around with the girls? I mean honestly do you have any idea how difficult it is to have sex with a woman trying to picture your face on them? I can assure you, it's not easy. So in answer to your question, no I have no intentions of going back to them or anyone else. I'm with you and that's it. What about you? I'm sure you've played around with your share of guys, you going to keep doing that?" And I had to look down on that one, and I quietly said, "Matt, I have nothing to keep doing, I've done nothing to begin with." And looked away embarrassed. He took my chin and forced it up to look at him. "You're still a virgin?" and I just nodded my head and then he asked a dumb question, "But why? You are beautiful, and could have anyone you wanted." "No, I doubt that, but even if that had been the case, none of them would have been you, so it wouldn't have mattered, up until an hour ago, I was fairly convinced that I was going to be alone and celibate for the rest of my life and you would have gone off and gotten married had kids and that would have been it, don't you realize that there never was going to be anyone else? It was either you or nothing." And he just looked at me and said "I had no idea you were keeping yourself completely for me" And I just replied "well now you know." He smiled and nodded, and then I asked if we could go home, and we got up and walked back to the apartment together, me in tears, and he holding on to me - and I looked up at him, said "I love you" and he smiled and looked at me with those deep brown eyes, kissed me again told me that he loved me too, and led me by the hand home to and into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed next to me started to kiss, and slowly undress me, exploring every inch of my body but every few minutes coming up to kiss me, and tell me that he loves me, and was sorry for waiting and hurting me. And after that statement I stopped him and pulled him up to my face and very quietly said to him "never say you are sorry, there is nothing to be sorry for, whatever happened, it happened in the past, its now time to make up for lost time, and plan out the rest of our lives together." And he responded, "Ok, but before we do that, I need to make love to you, need to be a part of you, I want to be inside you, be connected to you as much as physically possible." I was certainly not one to deny that to him, so I kissed him, and he went back down kissing every bit of me, and then made it to my hole, and I felt a feeling of ecstasy that I never knew existed, the amount of emotions and sensations that ran through my body are indescribable. He went straight for my hole spent so much time there what seemed like hours licking and probing, and then in seconds shucked his clothes, and in front of me I saw the most incredible creature. A man perfectly sculpted, not overly muscular but certainly a good amount, with a chest covered in beautiful brown hair, that when he laid on top of me, felt so warm and soft, it had me to the point that I wanted to cum there, could have very easily, actually took every ounce of strength I had to hold it in. As he was laying on top of me, he reached over on to his night table and grabbed a tube of lube and slowly rubbed it all over the entrance of my hole, and then slowly slipped a finger in, and that in itself sent me high over another precipice, and if I concentrated on anything else other than keeping myself from cumming that would have been it. As he slowly worked my hole, he whispered in my ear that he loved me, and he wanted to be in me, but it might hurt - and I said to him "I don't care if it rips me apart, there is nothing on the earth that is going to keep me from having you in me" Again he smiled, and finally slowly pressed the head of his dick against my hole, and that was too much and I just moaned and shot a load like I never had before in my life, soaking us both in cum, but that didn't stop him. No, all it did was push him further in, and after the head popped in, and he slowly pushed in further and further, I never knew how big he really was until I felt his pubes against me, and I felt a sense of fullness that I never knew existed. He slowly started to rock back and forth pulling out just a little and then back in, I was in such ecstasy, it was as if I was on another planet, I don't think I really came back down to `earth' until I really felt him start to go faster and faster, and I opened my eyes and looked at him and his face, and the sweat dripping off him, and I again saw the most incredibly beautiful creature that was now my lover, making love to me, and just as that realization occurred, I saw his eyes open, his mouth open as he leaned in to kiss me again before letting out this incredible growl, and I felt him pulse inside me, and as if I didn't feel full enough before this was even more. The look on his face as he shot his cum inside me, was one that his been burned into my mind forever - that look of release, ecstasy, euphoria, but most importantly lust and desire. And that did it, I shot again, without ever touching myself or even realizing that I was hard again, it just exploded. After he collapsed on top of me, and came down off that `high', he looked up at me, kissed me again, and then asked me with a smirk on his face, "So, are you taking me to Europe with you in June?" Again I looked at him with a surprise and he chuckled "babe, you really need to either figure how to put things away well enough that snooping eyes wont see, things like plane tickets lying out on your desk." I realized at that point, that I could actually be happy in life, and I didn't have to be 3000 miles away. I had happiness lying on top of me. Nothing else in life mattered at that point anymore. I didn't care who knew, or what the repercussions might be from a relationship like this, all that mattered to me, was the fact that I was finally with who and what I wanted, and an answer to my initial question, Yes, opposites really do attract. Comments? Blondeblueeyes@gmail.com