The Barter Of Cuddles
I decided to join my usual chatroom and was messaged by a guy. We started talking and he asked what I was looking for..
- To be blunt, I need to make out with a guy, no sex - I responded
- How weird! Why don't you ask someone out for a drink and then, something could happen...
- Why do we have to be such hypocritical?
- You're right. And why do you just want to make out?
- Because I don't feel like having sex with a stranger
We swapped our mobile numbers and then I went out for a walk. I still couldn't bring myself to call him, because my behavior had obviously been very lusty and maybe dingy.
But I changed my mind as soon as I heard his voice and we planned our meeting.
When I saw him in person, I felt mesmerized and stunned: man, you gotta believe me, he was so FUCKING hot I couldn't describe him fairly. His eyes were radiant, his smile was so white it shimmered very vividly, fleshy and juicy lips, smooth and soft skin, trimmed hair, excellent body.
- Where do you wanna go? - he asked
- Don't know - I answered, in a kinda trembling voice - it depends on where you wanna go, what you wanna do...
This hottie can't like me, definitely he can't - that's what I was thinking to myself - probably, we're just gonna have some beers, a lot of small talk, and nothing more.
- If you want to drink something, just go down, otherwise you gotta go uptown to enjoy a panoramic landscape, but the place is a lot more...erm...secluded.
It was a shock when I realized he was heading to the privy spot... we got there, then he turned off the engine.
He told me his story. He had just gotten out of a long term relationship (more than three years), starting to recover. He was a student but volunteered to co-operate with an association aimed at helping children being abused or harassed. Such a clever and sweet boy.
I was enjoying so much talking to him and still had my doubts about his intentions, I couldn't deserve him.
But a lot later he outstretched his arm and caressed me in a barely perceivable way. I took some seconds to get myself together after what had just happened and so I returned the move.
We started making out and kissing very fondly, it was just great! I never wanted to push myself away from him, how delicious he was! And he never touched my private parts, he stroked me in a very respectful and sweet manner it was hard to believe. I laid my head against his chest and he caressed my hair, I tickled his chin, soft-kissed his lips and got hypnotized by his glance... I was on cloud nine.
When we said our goodbyes, he told me that the evening had been exquisite, I added I'd have wanted to shrink him down to a small size and carry him along in my pocket.
So, I came back home, and went to sleep immedietately. I dreamt of him throughout the night. I dreamt of making out with a luscious boy in the likeness of him, then I would rouse and think: "Boy, was that reality!"
This morning I was bethinking about the occurrences of the night before and I mused: "How sad is that! We're living in the 21st century, in the communication era, I can publish whatever I want in my blog for the world to read, I can chat with an Australian guy without budging from my room, but if I long for a kiss, I have to ask for it and pretend the guy I meet is my partner - that's the barter of cuddles.
Who's gonna invent it? I don't give a shit about sex, I just want cuddles.
