He was there for me as I freaked out about my sexuality, he was there for me when I turned into a bit of a slut, hunting down any man ass that wiggled in my direction and he was there for me when I needed a break from all the partying and booze.
So, I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that he's the first guy that I fall in love with.
Fuck, did I really just say that... FUCK! It's true, though, every word of it, every feeling towards him screams it.
This past weekend, as I lay awake, alone (Mark's out of town on business) and missing him, I realized just how much I've grown accustomed to him being by my side. I guess I've always loved him, it's just taken a bunch of wrong turns and dead ends to finally end up where I started off.
God bless you Mark... come home safe and, most importantly, come home soon, I miss you! And no, not just your rock hard cock, although I do miss that quite a bit!
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