Years ago, I was dating this great guy. I’ll call him Kyle. We were both about 25 or 26. We began hanging out and fooling around at the tail-end of a long term, long distance, relationship he was in. I felt kind of bad about this, but he ended it shortly after we started getting together. It was a big step for him, and the start of what I thought would be a serious relationship.

Kyle was clean cut, about 5’10, with short blonde hair. He was smart, funny. His thick thighs, nice cock, and body hair in all the right places were so sexy. Both being versatile, we had a lot of fun in the bedroom, taking turns breeding each other.

One night, I was out with friends, not too far from Kyle’s place. Just for fun, I was scrolling through Craigslist and stumbled on a post that I was fairly confident was from Kyle… looking for a hookup. I replied, but didn’t share any pics or information to reveal who I was. We confirmed the time and place. The address was Kyle’s.

On the way to his apartment, I had mixed emotions. While I was hoping that we were going to have a serious relationship, we also hadn’t talked about being exclusive. I wasn’t upset. More nervous about what I would say when I saw him.

I walked up the three flights of stairs in the old apartment building where he lived, and knocked on the door. When the door opened, Kyle was standing there in only tighty whities and a stunned look on his face.

“I think we should talk,” I said. He invited me in.

We sat in the couch and talked about what he was looking for and what I was looking for. He wasn’t ready to settle down into another relationship, but we both had feelings for each other. It was a good talk.

Eventually, I looked at him, still only in his underwear and I didn’t want to talk anymore.

“I’m overdressed and all I want to do now is fuck,” I said during a pause in talking.

Kyle was confused at first, but then smiled slightly as he shifted over to straddle me. We began to kiss while he grinded against me, driving me crazy.

Eventually, he stood up, and pulled me up from the couch, guiding me by hand into the bedroom where we fucked without caring about anything else. It was raw and passionate.

After, we cuddled for a bit, but I don’t think I stayed the night. It may have been the last time we were together. My heart was a bit broken. I longed for him for a long time, never really knowing if there was a chance of us being a thing.

We never we’re. But I’m grateful for the memories.