Just a typical day...

[lost_sloth]

He came up to me in his usual happy to see ya' sort of way. And i was happy to see him. Its hard for me though, i like him so much but hate him too. He is forbidden fruit. He tempts me with his pats and squeezes on the back, or perhaps my leg, and i melt. I look into those gorgeous eyes and feel light headed. I fall into him. "How is your grandmother?" i ask. "Dead" was his reply. I knew this, not actually mind you, but i knew she was done for- and she was. "Hold on" he chimes and runs off to see his girlfriend off to class. My blood thickens and grows hot. He returns and takes a seat, i cant say wasnt actually surprised. He asks me how life was and i say fine; because it is, with him around. I say he seems well and he says he is. "The service went forever," he complains, and i allow it despite the lack of respect. He has shaved his beard off. I comment, and he says he liked the beard, and i agree. The things we do for our art... I show him the peice i was working on, and my excuse for being there, which we all know was not the complete reason im there. He is. I ask if he wants to talk about it, despite having class in five minutes. He says sure. I suggest outside to the balcony that wraps around the building and overlooks the lake. Almost romantic, really. There we lose ourselves in conversation about art, music,and theater. I remark about my fondness of Phantom of the Opera, and how, i identify with the phantom because a some fatal flaw out of our control. Those like us will never truly be loved and accepted. He reassures me that i will find someone. I tell him i think i have. "Who?" he asks. I blush and paw the ground. He lets out a small chuckle and asks me again. I can only stare into those eyes and cannot speak, i can only feel. Then he realizes that i am talking about him. I lose myself. We fall into an embrace. We finally admitted it to each other. We feel something we do not completely understand. But we enjoy it. We run to his empty dorm room for more explorations. I study his neck and back with my tongue while he gently caresses my nether regions. We both know what we want. Should we explore it? He slides his hand into my pants and feels my manliness. I feel him pulsing aganst my thigh. We want it...

And that is a typical day... in my head. All of it was true until the whole 'go outside and talk' bit. Although, he did seem saddend by my departure to class, so just perhaps, he was thinking the same thing I was thinking.....

"I want you to want me, I need you to need me, I love you to love me, I'm begging you to beg me...."

Ps: as you might be able to tell, im quite sad, and quite horny. God help me... Do you think they have "Smutty Gay Porn Writer" as a major, i think i could add that one to my major list.