revision 2
My name is Max and I’ve had a long and lonely year. I mean I’d had my share of one night stands. The gay bars always deliver, but there was nothing there … nothing real. That’s when I stumbled on my ex-boyfriend, Ryan’s Facebook page. Looked like his year was just as bad. Maybe worse since everyone makes their Facebook look better than real life.
Call me crazy. Call me stupid, but I DM’ed him. Things with him had ended well and we had stayed in touch for almost a year, but even that faded away with time.
We talked online and then on the phone. After about a week, I got the text. You know, that late night, probably drunk text inviting me to come to his place for a visit. Wow! A visit. Was I ready for that? Fuck yeah.
We talked, mostly texts, for a couple of weeks working out the details and then I found myself driving from Tampa to Asheville. Man, I really missed Asheville. I gave myself two days to get there and that gave me plenty of time to think. I had so many thoughts swirling through my head. Was I being impulsive? Was I being stupid? Was I thinking with my dick?
When I got to his place, I hesitated with indecision so I parked in the field across the way. I got out of my car and just stood there leaning against the door while I tried to push through my sudden anxiety. And then, there he was. Standing in his doorway just as cute as I remembered. Our eyes locked over the distance. Slowly, I walked across the road, up the short walkway, up the steps to his porch all the while never breaking our gaze.
We embraced in a tight hug and then a kiss. A long kiss, hard at first, then softer that ended with his tongue gently brushing against my upper lip. Without saying a word, he pulled me inside his house and we embraced again. This time deeper and wetter as we explored each others mouths. He moaned as he wrapped his hands around my face and pulled me harder into the kiss. And then we just stood there staring into each other’s eyes for what seemed like minutes. We had never said a word.
That night we caught up with each other’s lives. We drank wine and beer and maybe even a shot or two while we talked and laughed and cried. As the night grew long and the alcohol warmed our bodies, our hands began to wander. We made fast and awkward love on the floor in his living room and then again, slower and more attentive, in his bedroom.
The weeks flew by. At first we were passionate and made love every day. It was exciting and new again. But, slowly the old demons worked their way back into our relationship. The excitement waned and we fell into a rhythm … that dreadful rhythm. That’s when it hit me. That itch. That endless desire to wander. I had to go. I had to leave. I’d over stayed my welcome. I just needed to find my car.
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