This is a fictional tale of this hot guy I met online. I have not hooked up with James but I am utterly smitten with this man. James is a bicurious, average guy with average body and a nice bearded face. But it's his cock and balls that make me crazy. Perfect size dick and big balls This is a new 'meet' story with this gorgeous guy. As I cannot stop thinking about him.
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Me & James O (Loving James (5)
... I had hoped that James was still interested in seeing me again. I knew I wanted to see him once more. That was for sure. So I called him in Wednesday to see if he was up to another dinner. Maybe on the weekend this time. Maybe spend some time together at the local carnival that was in town.
"Hey. How are you?" I asked as he picked up "Good. And how about you?"
Small talk for a few moments and then I asked if he had interest in going to the carnival. Saying it might be fun. But alas he turned me down. He even said that he already had plans with someone this weekend.
"Oh. I see" I huffed out with a deep disappointment
Then came back with a feeble 'okay'. And started to talk but he said that he had to get off. Then he hung up with me. I just sat there and stared at the phone. Thinking that of course that first date did not go as well as I thought it did. And assuming I had ????️ me something wrong and he lost interest. It was ever so humbling and disheartening. Because I was really liking spending time with James. He seemed ever so nice and funny. I placed the phone down and then tried to get back to work. Sighing heavily in my utter disappointment.
"Oh well" I huffed to myself "Maybe he hooked up with someone else after finding them far more interesting"
I slumped in my chair and sighed again. Feeling a dull pain inside my chest. And I knew it was the hard reality of thinking I wasn't good enough. Again. I got back to work and then headed home. Back to my dull and lonely apartment. And then headed off to an early bed. Pulling the sheets ifl er myself in warmth and much needed comfort. Dreams of my utter aloneness filled my head. Waking up in them in a world that I was myself completely alone. The people had disappeared. All of them. And all was quiet and desolate. The buildings were there, the cars were there on the streets. But there was no one in them. And I would be walking through this barren city hearing just the wind. Utter silence. There weren't even animals about. I was utterly alone. And it was almost maddening. I called out to no one many times and woke in my cries.
"Shiit!" I cried out as I shot up in bed. "That was horrifying" "Totally alone"
I shivered as I sat there in my bed. Thinking that that nightmare was my future (in a sense at least). I had very few friends to speak of. And I really didn't talk to them much as it was. For the most part I did lead a solitary life. And all it did was depress me. I just sat there for the rest of the night unable to sleep. Feeling that that horrid dream would come to pass. That no one would find me worthy enough to have a relationship with. I found myself crying a bit as I sat up in me bed. Contemplating this loneliness. I then lay back down and just stared up at the ceiling for the rest of the night. Waiting as dark turned to morning and the alarm went off.
"Another dreary day" I sat as I sat up again "And with little sleep, fuck" "It's gonna be a lousy day"
I got up, showered, shaved and brushed my teeth. Then I made coffee and had a bagel for breakfast. Then I headed off to work. Work.the only constant in my life. And this too made me sad. For my job was unsatisfying and sometimes I down right hated it.bbuy it was the only thing that was there all the time. Eight hours a day and 5 days a week I sat at my desk just staring at the computer monitor for a bit after signing in. Just staring at the image on the background wall of the screen. The wallpaper I had chosen to put in the desktop. It was a nice image of puppies that was adorable overload. I stared at the image finding myself hating it. So I went online to find something more suited to my moods. Bleak. Finding a image and then putting it as my background. I then just sat there perusing just anything to get my mind off my misery. But I ended up in sites that again were dark in nature. Then thoughts lingered as yo why I even stayed around.
"No one gives a shit about me" I said "I am truly alone in this world" "No real friends to speak of. And no family"
I then found myself on a poetry sight that hd a lot of dark sonnets and poems. Som even lingering on the edge of suicidal. But I read those most. Pondering it a bit myself. I didn't even go to the carnival as I planned. I was thinking of just going alone and enjoying the atmosphere. By the thought of going alone made it all the more depressing. So I stayed home for that weekend. Mostly just lying in bed half the day. Only getting up to eat and poop. Then going back to bed and sleeping half the day. The weekend ended and I had to get up in the following morning and fo back to work. I was so not in the mood for it all that I called in sick. Staying home and again laying a out in bed all day.
"Sorry. Feeling really shitty today" I had said when I called my boss. "Don't think I will be in"
She seemed okay with it and just said to get better. I hung up and then turned over in my bed again. Falling back asleep for a bit more. When I woke up again a few hours later I was all achy. I surmised it was just all the sleep. I had spend most of the last few days just laying a out in bed. And that couldn't be good for me. I then got up and sat on the floor for some stretching. Trying to get myself back in order after all the deep sleep. I sat there, threw out my arms and stretches and twisted my self s I just st there breathing. Then I got up and headed to the kitchen. I would have a light lunch and then maybe go out for a walk. I grabbed my phone and then noticed I had a missed call and then a text. I clicked on my voice mail and listens to it. It was James. He was hoping I was okay. He heard from my boss I was under the weather. He has been hopping to go out again.
"Sorry to hear you are sick" it read "I was hoping we could get together again" "Let me know" "Talk to ya later"
My face lit up as I heard his voice on the recording. I could not believe he had called me back. Was he still interested? I then read the text it was from him too. Apparently before the call. It was doing the same, asking if I wanted to have dinner again at the end if the week. That he wanted to get to know me more. I quickly fired out a responding text to him. Letting him know I had been feeling sickly all weekend and had just seen his message and got his call.
"Sorry. Have slept all weekend" I said back "Just feeling 'blah' mostly"
I paused and then asked back when he wanted to meet for dinner. Trying not to sound desperate. Then ending with a nice thought
"Glad you wanted to get together" "Just let me know when so I can put in calendar"
I felt a warmth in my face after that. I was ever so surprised he wanted to see me again. Especially after what I felt was a brush off on the weekend. We decided to go to the beach and spend an evening there. Good seafood and conversation.
"I will pick you up" he the said
I smiled and agreed and then we hung up. I smiled a big smile that I would be seeing James again. Feeling a strange tugging in my chest...
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