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Regrets, so many regrets
Regrets, so many regrets I waited far to long to accept that I am bi, even longer to accept I am a vers leaning towards being a bottom and not a top. So much pleasure missed. But what I regret most is the across the street. No, I am not that perverted, he was the across the street when I was a . I wrote a few fictionalized stories that were what I wish had happened between us. I was attracted to him before I was attracted to girls. Since I started dating men I have thought about how to approach him. He never married, he is openly gay. For a while I have tried to catch him home when I visited the town where we grew up and he still lives. I live within 45 minutes of a popular tourist area. My plan was to invite him to drive here, crash in my spare room for free, and I would take time and drive him over and we could do tourist shit for a few days. One night, after more than a little alcohol, I would open up to him about the fact I am bi and always wanted to have sex with men but was to repressed. And that I had had a crush on him all my life, how much I wanted to suck his dick (which when we beat off together as was bigger and more beautiful than mine) and to have him fuck me bareback so I could feel his cum shoot into me. I had it all figured out, even accepted how I would react if he said no. I recently talked to his sister. He isn't really old enough but he's been on statins for a number of years. He has Alzheimer's. The men with whom I have had a sexual relationship have been at best friends. My romantic feelings were always for women. But him...him I long ago accepted I love him, as a friend, a brother, and romantically. But I waited too long to come to grips with myself and then to have the courage to open up to folks back home. If you read this and there is someone, regardless of gender, that you want an intimate romantic relationship with get off your ass and act! The older you get the more you regret and what you regret most is what you didn't do, not what you did. |
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