Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 09:42:58 -0400
From: spiderwick1 secret <spiderwick1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lonely Mostly At Night

This story contains sexual contact between teenage boys. This
story may not be legal where you live or it may be offensive to
you, if that is the case please leave now.


Lonely Mostly At Night


As I lay in bed and try to go to sleep, visions of the past come screaming
into my thoughts. I think of all the plans that I had made to settle down
and spend the rest of my life with someone that I could love. It was very
important for me because I have always considered myself a very loving and
caring person. You know the kind that when you see someone suffering you
almost feel like you wish that there was a way that you could do something
that could help. I should also tell you I am gay and have known that for
many years.

I guess that I should tell you a little about myself. It is a good thing
that I said a little because that is all there is to tell. I am an older
guy that has brown hair slightly balding, hazel eyes that at some points
during the day either turn lighter or darker I have no control over that.
I have a disability that has substantially changed my life. Whether for the
worse or better would depend on one's point of view. I have had sex many
times, but in all honesty that is all it was, just sex. That long term
relationship has always seemed to elude me.

I have met some wonderful guys. Guys that you could fall in love with at
the drop of a hat. Most of them were either taken or their heads
were so big that you would wonder how they fit through doors sometimes. I
have had my share of guys like that, they were never interested in
settling down they were trying to see how many times they could have
different partners. It seemed that getting off was the only thing on
their mind.

I am different because I have a little different aspect about sex. I am a
very shy person, the kind that blends into a crowd of three and will never
be seen. the confidence level is more like likely the issue on a scale of
1-10, with 10 being low I would rate a 15. I bend over backwards to try and
please people some much that I feel double jointed at the waist. Sometimes
there has to be a time that you just wake up and say "that it no more. "  I
have reached that point.

I met a young man years ago. We seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. We
wanted to be with each other as much as possible. We would get together
after school and would just wear each other out. I was in heaven. The sex
was great the guy was wonderful, what more could i ask for. we went on for
about 2 months and one day he did not show up for school. I was not
concerned figuring that there were many reasons for his absence. That last
thing I would have thought of was that his family had moved over the
weekend and he never bothered to let me know. I went by his house and saw a
for sale sign and and empty house. I went to bed that night as a very hurt
14 year old.  the days went by and I seemed to recover. I just went home
and spent just another lonely night. There were a lot of young boys in the
neighborhood to look at and I busied myself with that.

That seemed to be a continuing story for the next few years.

Ah. Then came a breath of fresh air and a real sweet good looking guy that
seemed to be more interested in me then I was in him, at least at the
start. We would hang out and go places together and do some of the craziest
things. We would try never to hurt anyone but still some of the things we
did were really, How should I put this, um stupid. We would throw rotten
eggs at the city buses, make prank phone calls, I am not going into details
on that, but we seemed to be what the other was looking for. A friend,
companion and later someone to share sex with. He was 2 years older than me
but it never seemed to matter. He would have me do things to him that made
him make some of the oddest sounds I have ever heard. then he wanted to do
things that quite honestly scared me a little. After several times refusing
his tries to convince me he finally did. Well to say my ass hurt for a
while was an understatement. My hole seemed like it was so big that shit
was going to fall right out. After several days I called him and he told my
that he was busy and that he would call me back. After years, and many
moves and phone numbers since then I have never heard from him again. Just
another lonely night

Years passed and many sex partners have come and gone. the sex was always
nice but the waking up the next morning all by myself was the bad part.
In the movie, Stand By Me, one of my favorites at the end of that movie
while he he typing on the computer and finishing the story he types, When
I was young friends came in and out of my life like bus boys in a
restaurant. That I would say was the story of my life.

I have had recent chances to have sex with guys. But at this point in my
life I am looking more for a relationship than a quickie. Using one's
hand is not the best way to accomplish this long term relationship thing.
It does however have it's good point. First  there never seems to be any
complaints, secondly the amount of time spent is not that big a deal,
there's no one saying that they have to hurry. Finally no matter
what happens your hand is always there for you, rain, shine, snow it
makes no difference it hopefully will never leave you high and dry.
I guess you could say faithful till the end.

This story was not really meant to be a sex ridden lead you down the path
to an orgasm type story. It does have sex to a degree.

I am sure that I will receive a lot of emails stating the fact that this
is nifty and your stories are supposed to be loaded with boys having sex
all over the place. Every once in a while I get to the point that I need
to just express myself. To the people that read this and accept it , I
THANK YOU. For the people who read this and feel like I have wasted their
time I AM VERY SORRY.

Authors some times write things that seem to be so far out that no one
seems to care or they just stop reading half way through. I have several
stories listed here on Nifty and some I am proud to say I have received
many great emails and lots of great feedback and comments.

Some of my stories have touched the hearts of my readers, and I am very
happy that I could bring that to them. Other stories are nothing more than
a sex filled story that was written just so someone got get off. To them I
will say I glad if I could help with that as well

This story was meant to bring out a little bit of me. It was supposed to
be a story, that was or should I say had some sex and a little love but
for the most part it was meant to be a story of all the times you try for
love and fail. Some of us have great success at this and others , like
me, have none at all.

So for all the guys that I have loved and lost. I still think about all
of you. For all the guys that I have had sex with well I think about you
as well, just not as much.

I could list the names of some of the times that I have failed in love
and have been, so to speak, left at the altar, but I thing you know who
up are. I do not wish to hurt anyone so I will leave it at that.

I suppose that I have taken up enough of you valuable time so I wont keep
you any longer. I wish you all good health, happiness  and most of all I
wish you all to find true love and I hope it will last forever.


Well that's it. You can email me at spiderwick1@hotmail.com.
I expect that there would not be many emails that I would
receive that would be pleasant, but I will read them all and
answer them all as well. Like I say at the end of every story
Thanks for reading my story