*** This is a fictional story of a scenario that I think is all too real for most gay and bisexual men, even in this day and age. Too often, I think we forget that we're all just confused, lost people bumping into one another in life, and that doing so often has a long lasting effect on each other. I didn't want to spend too much time here going over relationship dynamics, just the lingering beauty in a moment, even if casts doubt and question in our hearts. Hope you enjoy it ****
**********
I wake up snuggled into Michael's hairy chest. We're "sometimes lovers", as we call it. He has a girlfriend who doesn't come up in conversation. Its the mornings I wake up before him that I find the most awkward, because as I lay there in our sweaty, musky smelling pile, I start to doubt myself, and wonder why he's still there with me. A guy no less.
When we get together, its all too easy. We greet each other with a big warm hug, and a lingering kiss before flopping down somewhere and shooting the shit, never really breaking contact. Our talks are long, sometimes fun, other times deep. We share ideas and thoughts and more than a few frustrations. Eventually, the space between us shrinks, the words get shorter, and our sighs longer. Being with him right there, its like a relief.
