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By *wannaMan
2 weeks ago
Merseyside area |
I had a mate from school that I had a bit of a crush on. In our late teens into early 20s we would play squash, go to the gym, I'd see him in naked in the showers, and I'd be panicking incase I got a hard on. I'd wank off over seeing him when I went to bed. At the time, I was still chasing and shagging every woman I could but I had a fascination with him. Very handsome, gym body, quite muscled but not overly so. Add to that, he had quite a cock on him. You could always see outline or bulge in his jeans. But he was straight as can be and was one randy lad and very successful with women. He never had steady girlfriend though, it was just pub club chat up, back to hers, fuck her and go looking for the next one. He had another mate from where he worked. He was also early 20s, I'd met him a few times and the two of them seemed to get very close. He was also the son of his boss at work. To be honest, I was a bit jealous that my mate was drifing more towards this guy.
One night, we were walking to pub and my mate said he had to phone this other lad. I stood outside the phonebox and could hear this flirty conversation. Looking through the window, I could see this silly grinning expression on his face and he was saying but your handsome, no you're more handsome, you've got the sexy eyes but was laughing about it. I was suspicious but put it down to banter. A few weeks went by i hardly saw him and the tales of what he'd been up to, how many women he had fucked, some in front of other lads and girls in the same house, while they were at it too or round the back of the club. It was very rare for me to cop off like that, I was more go on a date, not fuck straight from club. We drifted apart, he was a real heavy drinker too much for me. We moved to different parts of the city.
I hadnt seen him for 25 yrs. But still had the occasional wank thinking about him back then.
Then one day, somebody I knew who had just moved house who knew me as a teenager, said guess who lives next door? Your mate from school. It was him. They then said, I didn't know he was gay. I said is he fuck gay. They said he bloody is, and laughed. I said hiw do you know? They said there's a different fella in there every night sometimes a few. Going in all hours. I said that doesn't mean anythjng. They laughed and said, you can hear them,doesn't bother me, just surprised. I said well, it's up to him, I haven't seen him for years.
That night, I couldn't stop thinking about him, I got out old photos looking at him, including a few shirtless ones at the beach. Over the next few weeks, I was going to bed imagining scenarios as we were in our 20s and if we met now. I was wanking off every other day, with him in my mind. I went to see their house, and as I was going in, his door opened. My heart raced. But it was some guy in his 40s who looked startled seeing me. The door closed and he legged it.
I though fuck! He's just been with him. Over the next month I saw them, they kept saying, he keeps asking after you, said for you to give him a knock. I couldn't do it. I thought about it and got the shakes.
Then not long after, I am coming out of Tesco, and I hear someone call my name. I turn around and there is this guy in a security uniform. It's him. But it's not him. Yes we are both nearly 25yrs older, but as I said, he was a heavy drinker when I knew him and it had taken it's toll. He looked about 20 years older than me, his face was blotched with veins and his skin hung from him like old leather. But there were the same blue eyes. I said hiya how are you? He said good good! And we had a chat, talked about what we'd done etc. He said well you know where I am, we'll have to go out for a bevvy. I never did call him, and amazingly, I haven't set eyes on him since. My friend moved again, so no reason to be in area. That was a couple years ago now. I sort of regret it, and I know he has moved now, so no idea where he is, but at the time, it was heartbreaking to see what the ale had done to him. I could smell it on him when we spoke. He was so handsome and fit and he now looked wrecked. It was painful to see him and part of me still regrets not just calling in at least once, but I had another schoolmate who drank himself to death, and seeing him, he had that same look and colouring. Tragic. |
