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"FAVORITE IDEAL SEX PARTNER"
<em>As I wrote this response to "favorite ideal sex partner," it quickly became too big for the small space allotted to it. More often than not, my musings and essays go unread by anyone but myself, so I decided to post this in my GayBoysTube blog for others to read, should they choose to do so. You are welcome to comment, but I'm not asking a question or for advice, so don't feel obligated to say something.</em><p>
I've had a not-so-secret crush on my best friend since the day we met. I know he felt the same way, at least for a time. We've told each other things we could never tell anyone else, and we've gotten each other through the darkest periods in our lives. Between us, it seems like we've pissed on every streetcorner in San Francisco. Even while I was living with my boyfriend, I would spend the night at his house, and we would sleep so contentedly, wrapped in each other's arms.<p>We've kissed and made out on several occasions, but we still haven't decided which of us kisses better. I've taken punches to the face from his ex-boyfriend, and he's taken the evil looks glared at him by mine. He likes to keep his body hair neatly trimmed, and I so enjoy helping him with the hard-to-reach places, trimming the hair on his round ass and shaving his sweet butthole.<p>He is the only person I've ever trusted enough to take pictures of me naked. And although no one who knows both of us believes it, it's all been innocent. Actually, it's been true brotherly love—a true bromance. That doesn't mean there hasn't been sexual tension between us...there has been, but we've kept it in check.One night that I was sleeping over at his house, I had climbed into bed before him. We always slept in just our underwear, snuggled up to each other. This night, he came bounding into the room stark naked, and jumped on top of me. As he rolled off of me, I slipped my underwear off, and we were connected skin-to-skin from head to toe. I faced his back and began kissing his neck. He was moaning as my lips and tongue moved down his back and into his asscrack. Then, he stopped me. Not that he wanted me to stop, and not that I wanted to stop, but because of our single sentence friendship code: "Boys will come and boys will go, but friends are forever." And once the line to lover is crossed, the relationship is changed forever. Still, I can't help but think that the sexiest guy I know, the person who has known me best for so many years, ought to make for a perfect boyfriend. Regardless, being of like mind should make for some phenomenal sex, I would think, mentally fucking while we are physically fucking. Ah, but that's only a pipe dream now. (Thank goodness, this dream still gets me wet anyway!)
I've had a not-so-secret crush on my best friend since the day we met. I know he felt the same way, at least for a time. We've told each other things we could never tell anyone else, and we've gotten each other through the darkest periods in our lives. Between us, it seems like we've pissed on every streetcorner in San Francisco. Even while I was living with my boyfriend, I would spend the night at his house, and we would sleep so contentedly, wrapped in each other's arms.<p>We've kissed and made out on several occasions, but we still haven't decided which of us kisses better. I've taken punches to the face from his ex-boyfriend, and he's taken the evil looks glared at him by mine. He likes to keep his body hair neatly trimmed, and I so enjoy helping him with the hard-to-reach places, trimming the hair on his round ass and shaving his sweet butthole.<p>He is the only person I've ever trusted enough to take pictures of me naked. And although no one who knows both of us believes it, it's all been innocent. Actually, it's been true brotherly love—a true bromance. That doesn't mean there hasn't been sexual tension between us...there has been, but we've kept it in check.One night that I was sleeping over at his house, I had climbed into bed before him. We always slept in just our underwear, snuggled up to each other. This night, he came bounding into the room stark naked, and jumped on top of me. As he rolled off of me, I slipped my underwear off, and we were connected skin-to-skin from head to toe. I faced his back and began kissing his neck. He was moaning as my lips and tongue moved down his back and into his asscrack. Then, he stopped me. Not that he wanted me to stop, and not that I wanted to stop, but because of our single sentence friendship code: "Boys will come and boys will go, but friends are forever." And once the line to lover is crossed, the relationship is changed forever. Still, I can't help but think that the sexiest guy I know, the person who has known me best for so many years, ought to make for a perfect boyfriend. Regardless, being of like mind should make for some phenomenal sex, I would think, mentally fucking while we are physically fucking. Ah, but that's only a pipe dream now. (Thank goodness, this dream still gets me wet anyway!)
seems like you have a great relationship,who knows what will happen !