Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 15:32:00 -0700
From: R G
Subject: Not Another Love Story Chapter 3B: Benjamin

None of the characters in this story are real, nor do they describe anyone
that exists in real life.  This is just a simple story that describes
male-on-male love, which can and will include sex scenes. If you are
uncomfortable with this, I advise you to stop reading.


Remember, the real world does have disease and sociopaths, so if you engage
in any type of sexual encounter, please use the safe sex guidelines
provided by a Licensed Medical Doctor such as using a condom or not
exposing a stranger's semen to mucosal surfaces like your mouth or anus.


And as always, please support nifty.org by donating if you can.


(Brief Summary: Bottom POV with "Submissive" Total Top, Dark Meta-Content)

***

I stand at my door, looking down on Noah. I am so angry at him, I don't
want anything to do with him anymore. I knew that there was a man out there
who synergized with me so perfectly that he and I were both thinking the
same thing on the last day of class. I couldn't bear to lose him as a
friend, and he is amazing at sex now that he knows what he is doing.


I stand in front of the door and with as much courage and restraint as I
can muster, say, "I am not interested in giving you a second chance. If you
must know there is someone else. He deceived me, but he was open and honest
when I confronted him. I think I would be happier with him than I would
ever be with you, Noah."


I turn around and shut the door on him. I immediately get on the phone and
call Benjamin and he picks up on the first ring and I tell him, "Yes, Yes,
and million times Yes, I give you the chance at a second chance."


He is overjoyed. I hang up my phone and hear a knock on the door. I go to
the door, now more than ever knowing I made the right choice, and open the
door to a surprise. Instead of Noah standing there, Benjamin is there on
one knee with a plain platinum wedding ring band with mine and his name
engraved into it. Benjamin looks into my eyes and asks, "Will you marry
me?"


"I do."


Benjamin comes out to everyone, surprising many in his family with many
family adventures about how a "big" man can be such a smart man, a gay man,
a gentle man. The wedding is as expensive as it is tacky. He got his
doctorate and graduated Summa Cum Laude. Because of his achievements, he
had a good job lined up and we decided to adopt two kids. We raised them as
our own and they have their own stories to tell.


Benjamin was right, he was a quick learner. He was never really dominant
and it didn't seem to come to him naturally. But I realized what had saved
him before was his open and honest communication. I quickly realized that
he may have been a virgin, but it turns out he did know his body more than
I expected. He experimented with his fingers and knew his prostate didn't
have the same sensitivity. So I talked to him and he said that he always
knew he was a total top, but he was more submissive in nature which no-one
believed.


"When you first asked me out, and you were a total bottom that I had a
middle school crush on, I was both the happiest and saddest man in the
world. Here I thought I found the perfect person for me, the one with all
the same hobbies and interests, in which hours become seconds and here he
comes and asks you out and takes the dominant position and taughted me
sex." He relied too much on pornography for his education and as a result
he just thought that one day that dominant streak would show up by watching
more movies of it, but it never did.


He wanted my ass and he wanted my mouth, but he never really cared much for
mine, which was perfect for me. But it meant that most the time I was the
one who instigated sex and in general I tended to be submissive. But he and
I were not quite as quite as genetically blessed as I hoped we were and
aged like people do and as I did, my sex drive started slowing down as did
his. However, he still remained lean all those years later. He may have
sometimes needed some help from medicine to make sure he was hard enough
for penetration, but he always loved every moment. Sure, I was horny as
hell all the time, but sometimes having a good slow session with someone
you love is what you want, and occasionally want it the hard and fast
way. He was always willing to snuggle and binge a series with me or start a
new game and always willing to "play'' dominant when I asked him.


There were many times when I asked him to play dominant and it got to the
point that I began to explode at him, angry that he wouldn't do it
himself. But he always forgave me. Well up to our 60s, there were many
times I would ask him to play the dominant. But as I got older, those times
changed to the slow and sweet. You learn there are so many ways to please
your bottom using methods that don't degrade them, and we started
incorporating more toy play as we got older, both literally and
figuratively. As both he and I got older, we both realized we liked what we
liked, and we liked each other even if our sex life was great but not
amazing. I had always wondered what it would have been like with Noah, the
man who became a sexy single supermodel actor that ended up starring in a
blockbuster movie. Sex with that man every night must be something else.


But life can't be that simple, otherwise everyone would be happy. An
unfortunate accident takes Benjamin at the young age of 79. He was my
life. At my age now, things just change. It seems like the world split. I
try to spend the next year out and about. Benjamin, always the prudent one,
made sure I was set for life. But as the year progresses, a deep hold of
sadness and desolation begin to take me. I can't watch the same things or
play the same games because they remind me of him. Our children and
grandchildren come to try and cheer me up, but it feels like half of what
it should. My diet begins to degrade, my sleep changes, and my mood always
seems to have a miasma, even though I am always able to keep a happy face
for my children or grandchildren.


One night, one year after his death, I am in bed looking up at the ceiling,
alone. I can almost feel his presence next to mine as if after a year my
body still has the memory of his body imprinted alongside mine. I begin to
ask how life and my husband could do this to me. As I ask that question, I
briefly wonder what would have happened had I been the first one to go, and
how devastated he would feel, but how I would still want was the best for
him.


I begin to feel a deep pressure in my chest, a pain that seems to travel up
my jaw and cold sweat breaks out on my forehead, my breaths coming
quickly. I have a single tear and a smile as I could swear I could hear
Benjamin asking me, "What is wrong, honey?"

***

READ Chapter 4