Relationship

They say, opposites attract. It may be a cliché, but if people had to describe me and Mitch, they'd agree we are total opposites. He comes from a farm, where he grew up in a large family, learning to be a real man (I am joking, of course), slaughtering chickens and pigs. I am a total city boy. Fixing stuff (cars, machines, you name it) is his thing. My music playlist includes Jazz, Blues, Classical, Latin Rock, some Pop (mostly alternative), Indie while he is into Rap and Hip-Hop (go figure). He insists on being a Christian, while I have become a committed agnostic (although I still enjoy mysticism and spirituality) at this point of my life. You couldn't catch me walking into a gym, ever. Lifting weights, doing squats, running laps, taking health supplements, yup, he is all into that, and the results are spectacular. His plump buns hit my shower gels and shampoo bottles and topple them, every time he is in my shower. He considers himself to be versatile, but submitting himself to having a man slide in and out of him turns him on more than anything. And, this turns me on like hell. And, it also wants me to stay monogamous, for the first time in my life. Makes me want to lick his lips slowly, every day, rub his chest, suck on his nipples, slowly tongue his smooth rosebud and slowly thrust inside him, every night, until we both cum together.

If you consider how I met him, which was through CL, the story should have fizzled out quickly, like a typical porn scene. Undress, bam, bam, here's the wash cloth, see ya again, maybe... But, after three years, we are planning vacations together, shopping for matching tank tops, picking out antiques at a local store, cuddling on the couch while we both tried to hog the blankie, planning dinner dates, getting tested together (the health worker thought we were on a first date) and the sex is just an amazing orgasmic blend of raunchy, sexy, and loving intimacy. We have it all, well, almost all: there is a catch. He isn't exactly available. He is in a relationship with a woman, but his man on man urges are stronger. I am not a destructive, or a manipulative guy. I'd never ask him to pick a side. That's between him and his woman. And, I am definitely not a clingy guy. If my past relationships have taught me anything, clingy never works.

In the beginning I didn't want to pursue this beyond a physical thing. When we undressed, there was a slow heat between us. It would start with the first caresses, the first neck kisses, the first earlobe kisses (my favorite), and the heat would just keep rising; we were both very verbal, we both had a thing for cologne, we both enjoyed extended foreplay and massage. When he asked me if I would top him, because he said my cock was so perfect, it was a surprise because I had never been with such a muscular bottom before. In a gay bar, men like Mitch wouldn't even consider making a pass at me. But Mitch thought I was sexy, which was the first time a masculine guy had ever used that term to describe me. He didn't crave a 11-inch cock. He is very satisfied with my average 6-inch tool of medium width. He isn't so happy about my treasure trail, but he is never rude about it either (eventually, he got his way by trimming me).

Mitch's upper torso is completely smooth which I find to be super sexy (even though I usually gravitate toward hairy men). His better than Beyoncé ass is more than just tight; he has the most amazing muscle control skills, when it comes to clamping down on my cock at the most unsuspecting moments. Even though Mitch is a big guy, he is nimble and is totally down with the idea of role play; he enjoys the attention, he's turned on when I verbally dominate him. Most importantly, I have a blast (pun intended) topping Mitch (I have been more of a versatile bottom all my life) because I relish every bit of watching him get aroused. To be honest, what really makes it more special is that we aren't hung up on our sexual roles. Mitch enjoys being a bottom, but if he wanted to top me tomorrow, I'd be more than ready for him. It's that unspoken bond of trust/appreciation we have for each other that makes us click.

Every time Mitch walks out of the shower and I hand him the towel, he has this smirk that just gets me. We may never get the chance to settle down and get married, but this is the best thing I've ever had, close to an authentic relationship.