Some time in your life, you might meet some guys who for some unknown reason just get to you. They get to you in a positive way. They have some X-factor that somehow seeps under your skin and get to the very core of you. And they really get to you.

Of the many men that I have come across in my short life thus far, two fall into this special category. One was a guy I met about a year and a half ago who for some reason or other I was infatuated with. He had eyes that were deeps dark pools of water. I was terribly attracted to him. He gave great massages. And the sex was fantastic.

We met up several times casually before he went out of my life. We met up once more six months later and had another great time, in bed! And that was that… until a few days ago.

On Monday, I received a message from him saying that he was in town and asking if I would like to meet up. The moment I saw that message, I went weak. I went totally weak from inside out - he gets to me. I of course said yes and we arranged to meet on Tuesday evening.

When we finally met up on Tuesday evening, after a year since we last saw each other, it was clear that we had both changed. I had put on weight in that time - about 8kgs, all of which went into muscles mostly on the upper body. He too had put on weight - I suspect about 15 to 20 kgs. Sadly, it all sat on his stomach and what was once a rather fit and trim body was now bordering on fatness. It wasn’t attractive. In fact, he has started to walk like a fat-person - not attractive at all!

The sex too had changed. He wasn’t as good as I remembered him. However, what surprised me more was his penis - I thought it was bigger than what I saw on Tuesday evening… it wasn’t just a little bit smaller, it was a lot smaller than I remembered it. Perhaps it was my memory because surely penises do not shrink over time?!? Or perhaps, in the interim period, I’ve since up-sized and what was once big is no longer big to me!?!?

But all was not lost - he still gives the best pre-sex massage - it’s one of the greatest experiences I’ve ever had. And I re-learned yet another life-lesson: you can never go back. Sometimes, it’s best to hang on to the memories you have in your head and not find out what’s become of them, over time, in real life. Some things were just never meant to be recaptured.

Posted on February 16th, 2007 by jl
Filed under: Life's gay!