Glad to see this thread going…
Just got back from Mexico last night. It was interesting having my Mom and sister meet Don…it went very well to say the least, and they all got along just fine…even with the language barrier (Don doesn’t speak Spanish, and my Family doesn’t speak English). Went to Belize two days ago (a little country south Mexico). Geeezzz, I’m not going back there any time soon, I won’t go into detail, but I’ll leave it at cockroach shit in their coca colas.
*NOTE
Sorry about my long posts…I kind of like to vent or write about what’s going on and the stories I have. Even if no one reads them it helps me think things through later when I read them. This is kind of an ongoing thing I haven’t written about so it’s kind of long…
/NOTE
I was trying to post last week on my phone and it kept fucking up. The Friday before I left I went to Mexican food with HR coworker and his friend, which we do every Friday. Well, let me backtrack a bit. His friend is one he’s known for 30+ years. His house is about 2 blocks from HR coworker’s but he practically lives here (I say “here” because I spent the night at his place and I’m up typing this on my laptop). Everytime I come over he’s here (hence we always hang out), he does his laundry here, he takes care of the dogs, TiVo’s all his shows and watches them, and spends the night practically every night, on the same bed. Anyways, they’re not in a relationship, and they don’t have sex, they’re just really good friends. Both their families have known each other, like I said, for 30+ years, and HR coworker’s dad, who also lives about 2 blocks away, is best friends with him. THE POINT BEING, they’re really, just as friends, although I still get confused by their relationship, and their like complete opposites of each other which makes it funny.
ANYWAYS, I kind of thought his friend liked me, since he would keep getting friendlier and friendlier with touching and such, and has made comments to me sometimes that made me wonder. Not that I mind this, this man is extremely good looking (sorry, not a chub), and I’ve also had the hots for him for a while. Problem is, he’s HR coworker’s BFF and all. Once a few months back we were sitting in the living room which has L shaped furniture. So HR was laying down on the long part, his friend on the end of the couch, and I had no other place to sit than on the other side of his friend. One of his dogs came up, like he always does, and lay between us. So, I was just petting the dog, and so was his friend…northing special. The next morning, HR asks if I had a good time, I said yeah, then he said “a little close to my friend weren’t you?” I was like what are you talking about? He said, “yeah, you were sitting pretty close to him, what’s going on between you guys?” (this was WAAAAAYYY before he even got friendly with me, or I even liked him that much). I just said ummm, nothing is going on, you were laying on the couch, and I had no where else to sit.
So we always go to this Mexican place on Friday nights, and it’s always the 3 of us. One Friday night, HR wasn’t going to be able to go, so I asked him if his friend was still going, since I was so used to going there Friday nights. He said he’d ask him. Next day I asked him what happened, he said “oh, i’m probably going to be able to make it after all.” I just said, oh ok. Then he said “Geeezzzz, sorry for ruining your plans of being alone with my friend” I just said WTF are you talking about?. He said, “I know you want to spend some time alone with him”. Again, at this point I had never even tried to pass a move on this guy, as I bearly knew him, and didn’t care for him too much at this point, but HR is always been paranoid like that.
So, as time passed, like I said, his friend would be more touchy feely, and the more I got to know him, the more I liked him personality wise and such. And he’s pretty hot, like I mentioned before. We went to dinner the Friday night before I went to Mexico (as HR was supposed to give me a ride to the airport the next morning at 5am). It was more fun than usual, I don’t usually drink since I have to go bowling right after Mexican, but this night I didn’t. We stayed later than usual at the bar (we go to the bar in the restaurant first, then the dinning area). And we all got kind of tipsier than usual. Again he was being touchy once in a while, and I didn’t mind it, and we kind of stared every once in a while into each other’s eyes.
When it was time for dinner, HR paid the bar bill, so me and his friend went to sit down. He’s really into gadgets and such, so I showed him my new Voyager phone. I sat close to him as I showed it to him, and he kind of rubbed his hand against my leg, and I did the same. Finally HR came back and we just sat as normal. We were in a U shaped booth, and I was in the middle, HR on one side and his friend on the other. HR said I could scoot closer to the middle so we weren’t so crowded. I said ok, and his friend said, don’t worry, I can still play with your feet from here. He said this out loud, and I wasn’t sure what he meant, and obviously neither did HR. Then I felt him rubbing his foot against my leg, so I did the same. Then I started rubbing his leg, then thigh, then crotch. And for the most part we were just holding hands. This kind of happened the rest of the night until we left. I’m not sure HR knew what was going, since he was pretty tipsy, and 5 minutes after we ordered he couldn’t even remember ordering anything, he kind of drew a blank for the rest of our time there.
When we drove back home, HR was driving (he always drives) his friend was on the passenger side, and I was on the back passenger side, which is always the sitting arrangement. So I put my hand forward on the right side through to the passenger seat, and we held hands until we got home. Once we got there we sat on the couch, in the same position like that one night the dog jumped between us. Once again the dog did jump between us and we both petted it, and then our hands touched and we just held them. He eventually had his hand on the back of my shirt, and I put mine under his shirt on his hairy stomach, rubbing it. We would go back to holding hands then when HR walked away for a bit I felt his dick and it was hard, then he felt mine too. I leaned in and kissed him quickly. So HR was sitting next to us the whole time, and he saw everything that was going on, but it was obvious that neither of us cared. Eventually he fell asleep and HR was falling asleep too (as they always do when we watch TV). They went to their own room, and I went to the one I was staying.
Next morning HR woke me up to get ready. He asked if I wanted to shower and I said yeah, so he gave me a towel and soap. Then before he walked away he leaned in and hugged me, then kissed me. (If you recall, me and HR play around)…When we were driving to the airport he called me a drunken whore kind of jokingly, then he said he couldn’t believe I kicked him to the curb for his friend…again, jokingly. I said what are you talking about, all I did was feel him up. He’s like I can’t believe you’re in love with him and want to marry him. I just said, well, will you come to the wedding? He just smiled. Then I asked him if he would hate me if I slept with him, and he said, I don’t know, I think it would be a weird situation. I asked, for who? He said for you, since you come here all the time and he’s here all the time. I said ummm, I sleep with you, and I’m here all the time, and there’s nothing weird there. He just smiled knowing I had touche’d him.
See, before HR and I ever did anything with each other, we had a conversation. It involved us being co workers and being more than friendly with each other. He was afraid that I would fall in love with him (it’s somehow always me that’s going to fall in love with people, they never say they might fall in love with me…which is usually what happens :P). I told him that I had lots of friends I was friendly with and never fell in love with him. I have a partner, and he’s the only one I love. He said he would love to be friends and do all the things we do, go to the movies and such, maybe play around, and be just friends. I told him the same thing. So, in my head I figured we were just friends and nothing else.
When I was in Mexico we talked almost everyday, and he would bring the subject up, but eventually it died down. They both picked me up at the airport yesterday, and we sat and watched TV when we got home. I was again sitting next to his friend, and HR kept looking over, but I did nothing with his friend, and I was too tired from my flights anyways. I went to bed then woke up and came on here and started typing this. I heard them wake up about 10 minutes ago, so I’m heading over there right now. Last night his friend also kept looking at me weird and put his hand near me, but I didn’t reciprocate, I really do like him, and would love to get friendly with him, just don’t know what’s gonna happen.
I should really write all my stories for nifty.org 
sorry they go on for so long. But I like having a place to vent and write these things, even if they don’t get read.
WTF is wrong with you people? :lol:
