Well, after my too-crazy Thursday night, I decided to stay in on Friday and just relax. Some friends were going to Opaline, but I knew The Ex was going there with The Neighbor, so naturally I didn't want to witness that travesty. I was still pretty tired from Thursday, so I just went to bed early.
Saturday was a strange day. I had plans to go to a bar with a friend around 8:30 that evening down in the East Village. The Ex got home from his little sleep-over at The Neighbor's, and stripped down to his (again, my) boxer-briefs and laid down on the couch for a nap. I was sitting on the corner of the couch, and we were chatting. He starts rubbing himself through his underwear and I can see that he's hard. Then he gets up, and says, "I want to take a shower." He begins walking around the apartment naked again. What is becoming routine follows, he gets in the shower, leaves the door wide open, and calls me in to the bathroom to ask a stupid question as he get out of the shower and towels off naked.
I was fully dressed, because i was preparing to go out. He left the bathroom and sat on the couch, butt-ass naked. We are talking, and I am getting extremely horny. I reach over and grabbed his forearm, and like a puppet, maneuvered his hand in order to make him play with himself (stroking, touching his balls, it was great). He got hard right away by this. I through down his arm and started jerking him off myself. He said, "Why do you want to do this?" I shrugged off the question with a curt, "because its hot" response. I would later find out there may be deeper meaning in his question.
I stopped playing with him, and said, "Well I'm horny now." I dropped my jeans and jerked off while he watched in delight. I was late to meet my friends, I cleaned up and said "Well I gotta go." Usually this phrase is followed by The Ex saying "okay, bye." Not this time, he looked up and me and made a long, over-expressed frown face. I wanted to smack him and be like "What the FUCK is this? You're actually SAD that I'm leaving now, you fucking asshole. Do you have any idea how much I still love you?!"
It was the first time since our breakup, like four months ago, that I had seen him be upset that I'm leaving the apartment. I'm probably reading into too much, but thats what happened.
Saturday was a strange day. I had plans to go to a bar with a friend around 8:30 that evening down in the East Village. The Ex got home from his little sleep-over at The Neighbor's, and stripped down to his (again, my) boxer-briefs and laid down on the couch for a nap. I was sitting on the corner of the couch, and we were chatting. He starts rubbing himself through his underwear and I can see that he's hard. Then he gets up, and says, "I want to take a shower." He begins walking around the apartment naked again. What is becoming routine follows, he gets in the shower, leaves the door wide open, and calls me in to the bathroom to ask a stupid question as he get out of the shower and towels off naked.
I was fully dressed, because i was preparing to go out. He left the bathroom and sat on the couch, butt-ass naked. We are talking, and I am getting extremely horny. I reach over and grabbed his forearm, and like a puppet, maneuvered his hand in order to make him play with himself (stroking, touching his balls, it was great). He got hard right away by this. I through down his arm and started jerking him off myself. He said, "Why do you want to do this?" I shrugged off the question with a curt, "because its hot" response. I would later find out there may be deeper meaning in his question.
I stopped playing with him, and said, "Well I'm horny now." I dropped my jeans and jerked off while he watched in delight. I was late to meet my friends, I cleaned up and said "Well I gotta go." Usually this phrase is followed by The Ex saying "okay, bye." Not this time, he looked up and me and made a long, over-expressed frown face. I wanted to smack him and be like "What the FUCK is this? You're actually SAD that I'm leaving now, you fucking asshole. Do you have any idea how much I still love you?!"
It was the first time since our breakup, like four months ago, that I had seen him be upset that I'm leaving the apartment. I'm probably reading into too much, but thats what happened.
