The Closet Turns in His V-Card

Just when you thought you heard the last from N, he’s made his way right back into the blog. You certainly weren’t the only one. We hadn’t spoken in a while. I got tired of his constant insinuations I was a whore. I was finding myself, and he was certainly not someone who should be judging me. I was over him, but I still wanted his friendship. But, if that meant dealing with the harassment I was receiving, I didn’t need his friendship that much.

On a random Thursday night at 12:30am I received a text from N. This is the conversation that ensued:

N: “Wanna go out? Cmon! Lol. I just got in from dinner with French coworkers.”

Me: “What!?”

“Lol. I took tomorrow off.”

Me: “Haha. Me too.”

N: “Hahahahah. Let’s gay bar. Lol. Jk. N’ play with men.”

Me: “Haha. Where’s your boy?”

N: “My boy?”

Me: “Yea.”

N: “He’s home. I just said I wanna play. Not hookup.”

Me: “I wasn’t saying that.”

N: “I’m not a slut.”

Me: “I didn’t say you were. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

N: “Can I put something else in your mouth instead?”

Me: “Lol. I’m not a slut. Haha.”

N: “I bet. ;)”

Me: “Okay. Maybe a lil”

N: “Pig”

Me: “?”

N: “Joke”

Me: “You at home?”

N: “Yup.”

Me: “Not going to the bar, but I’ll hang on the balcony if you’re down… Bored…”

TIME PASSES

Me: “Ha! Waiting for a better offer?… Haha”

N: “STFU. I’m smoking with my roommate.”

Me: “Enjoy.”

THE NEXT MORNING

N: “God, I was wrecked.”

Me: “Any interest in a trip to the gym uptown?”

N: “I’m going into work in five. Taking a cab. Or else I would.”

Me: “I thought you took the day off?”

N: “I think I’m going there from now on. I saw your old roommate there Wednesday.”

Me: “I know. Don’t change your gym for him. He’s not gonna blow you in the sauna…”

N: “Okay. I wasn’t changin’ for your weird unattractive ex-roommate, or for a sauna blowjob. But thanks for looking out.”

Me: “Any time.”

N: “Jerk.”

He may have gotten his jibes in, but I certainly didn’t stand there and take it this time. I started out playing along to try to show him the comments didn’t bother me. I thought if I played along, maybe they’d stop. I was wrong. That’s when I realized I needed to throw it right back at him. It seems to have worked. At this point I needed a break. His drunk texts may have been sober thoughts, but I wasn’t playing that game! It just proved to me once again I was the guy who conveniently lived across the street. Only time would heal that wound.

That entire week, Closet was texting me asking for sex. That Friday night I was free, and once again, I was home alone. I told him to come by.

This time, when he arrived, we went straight to the bedroom. We chatted while he took his shoes, shirt and pants off, but that didn’t last long. He lunged for me on the bed and was immediately on top of me, passionately making out. We stripped each other of all clothing and enjoyed each other’s company immensely.

Then, out of nowhere, he informed me he had been doing some preparation that week and asked me to try penetration again. I knew he was a virgin to this and it would certainly be a learning experience for him. I debated if I wanted the responsibility of being his first. He was a really nice guy, and we were having fun. In the five seconds I thought about it, I convinced myself, “Why not?” We were both here just to hook up. Why shouldn’t it be educational as well?

We both prepped, and I began slowly. VERY slowly. He of course winced at first, but soldiered on. I was impressed. After a while he really enjoyed himself, but then all of a sudden he asked to stop. He said he felt the need to urinate. He ran into the bathroom but nothing. He came back, and we began again. He apologized once more and said he had to use the bathroom. Again, nothing. He came back perplexed. I explained it was something he needed to get used to feeling. I was possibly pushing on his bladder or prostate. The whole time we were hooking up, I was slightly distracted. I kept thinking about how much he felt like a kid. He is older than I am, but he certainly felt like the much younger student. It was a strange dynamic. I barely knew what I was doing. How was I teaching someone else?

We began again, and he started to relax and enjoy himself. By the time we finished, he was enjoying himself full force. And thus, a bottom was born!

We laid there and chatted a bit. I got us glasses of water while we talked. After some time passed, we both showered, got dressed, and I gave him a kiss goodbye. I didn’t want to get in too deep with him, but for the time being, we were having fun. I wasn’t going to stand in the way of that. I had a feeling as well, this wouldn’t be the last time I saw Closet…

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