Sonny and Bianca
Nursing my drink at 11 PM on a Wednesday night was not how I have envisioned spending my 30's. My ultimate dream was to get married and have a family by my 30's mainly because I wanted kids at an early age. I had managed to get married though and my wife is the best woman on earth, for me.
Now before I lose you, I am gay. I am not in the closet, but I am what psychologists would term a homosexual hetero-romantic. I only enjoy and envision sex with men, but the relationship aspect my heart dies for women. I knew this from an early age, where I would enjoy being seen with a beautiful girl in my arms, go out for movies and dinner. But never sleep with them. It hurt that I could not do so, but then I compensated by getting fucked by every guy I could get.
I say this because I am not the most good-looking guy. I am chubby, fuck it, I am an obese man, I weigh at least 250 pounds (125kgs) and I am black. I'm 5'11, with dark brown eyes. That's me, so naturally, in a world where gay men prefer picturesque men, I am literally on the bottom of the tier. It was difficult to get men to even notice me. The saddest part is, once most of these guys get to know me, they like my personality but that's as far as it went for me. One fuck, which I tend to think was a pity fuck and then sayonara never to see them again.
I, therefore, honed my ability or strength to befriend women, they always felt comfortable with me and always said how much fun they had with me. So, I perfected my craft and became the ideal romantic man, non-sexual of course. I bought gifts, I took them on trips, on dates, I called, I texted, I paid attention to all their details and always asked questions and helped out whenever I could. It worked well for a while, but I needed more. I needed a permanent romantic relationship.
And that was when I met Bianca. She is the love of my life. I spotted her as she made her way out of the bathroom at an upscale club, I was in one fine night. Her dress clung to her hourglass body showing off legs that never seemed to end. Long blond hair and a ruby red lip. For the first time I was nervous, I did not know how to get to her, but I had to. Using my best friend, Lily I made her do the introduction. She was a lively Spanish girl beautiful in her own right just not my type. Lily knew Bianca was my type fully and so she made the way for me, skilled and bright as ever Lily had Bianca laughing in less than a minute and soon enough, I had my in.
I could see the men around me, questioning why I was talking to her and why she was interested in me. Lily stood by and interjected whenever I seemed tongue-tied, I was so drawn to her, I'd often miss my words and stammer. We exchanged numbers and planned to meet up soon for lunch. It was risky and plain, but I was not in the right capacity to woo her at the moment. I was too nervous. Sometimes it works, but with Bianca, it was clear she was into authoritative men. And I wasn't at the moment.
2 days later I called her. I didn't want to text, I wanted to hear her sweet voice. It was 11 and I was taking a risk by being impromptu with my invite to see her this afternoon. She didn't recognize me at first, but then after a couple of words exchanged, she did. I asked her out for lunch at a fancy restaurant nearby and she agreed to meet me at 2. I looked at myself in the mirror and the only thing I liked was my face, I think I was cute, but my body not so much. I was fat. Stretch marks and all kind of fat. I dressed up, well and formal and set out to meet the woman who would steal my heart.
Bianca arrived 5 minutes early, I was glad. She was dressed elegantly, not too much that she seemed to be trying too much, enough to show that she was comfortable. She was clearly athletic from the way her calves looked and also her arms showed definition. We were so different from each other, my heart hurt just thinking about her not liking me.
Cordial and polite, that was my takeaway from our lunch together. I listened and I inferred. I dug deep to understand this woman, how and why she hadn't settled down yet. That was a quick answer, she was in the army until recently, and was still planning what she was going to be doing as a civilian. I was mesmerized even more. We spoke some more and before long we parted ways with a promise to meet up the next day at the museum. A love we both had.
The day at the museum was fascinating, our love for in-depth analysis had us going on and on about the history and the motivation behind the pieces. Time seemed to still and soon we were going for dinner, where we shared our passions and loves and aspirations.
She invited me to her place one night after we had been going out for dinner for a couple of weeks. I was worried that this was the end, I was still not sexually attracted to her but her companion to me was worth gold. I loved the envy and jealousy men had when they saw me with her. It was also a big factor in my desire for her. Sad but true.
She had a beautiful home, it was apparently her childhood home, left to her by her parents after they passed away. It was also the main reason she left the army; their death had made it harder for her to stay in the army mentally. We shared a bottle of wine before she excused herself, returning the sexiest lingerie id only seen on Victoria secret models. She took out a blunt and started smoking it. I told her id never done drugs and she smiled and said its fine, she wants to share it with me.
Weed was such a new experience, I coughed so hard, I thought I was going to die. My whole body tingled and then my head felt like I was floating in clouds, soon enough we were making out. I stopped her and started crying. I couldn't stop the tears, I held her hands and looked at her worried face as I explained to her my attraction to her was non-sexual.
I sobbed quietly as she analyzed this. She took my hand we spoke for hours that night. She confessed her confusion and then she told me about her suggestion. She was attracted to the man I was, and she was interested to see if she could ignore the physical part, that stung, she meant she wanted to see if she was attracted to me when naked and having sex. But I understood, she looked at me and asked if id be open to having an open relationship. And I said no. she sat back confused. Asking how she expected me to expect her to forgo sex.
I told her I didn't. I then looked down and said, it turns me on when I think of guys having sex with you. She looked at me and started laughing. I was silent, I feared id gone too far. She looked at me and asked if I was sure. And I said yes, however, I reiterated that I wanted to be the one to pick out the guys she slept with. She looked at me and agreed to a trial.
I planned a trip for the coming week to Bali. I had always wanted to go with a sexy girl like her to the beach and what better place than beautiful Bali. I booked all the perks and we set out for our adventure.
I hope you enjoyed my first installation of what will hopefully be a crazy story. If you wish to talk about the story with me or add a few ideas I'm always open to suggestions. Email me: Ropelife5@gmail.com