Bryan

Copyright 2008 Clayton Kinnelon Greiman

We sit on my bed, kiss, and cuddle.  I hold him in my arms and jokingly say that if anything develops between us that I shall nickname him "my little lamb" because the initials of his name spelled out "BAH", which is the sound a sheep makes.

Things are progressing nicely between us; I’m feeling very comfortable around him, so I reveal a more lighthearted side of my personality.

I pull out coconut-flavored lube, put some on his smiling lips, and I kiss him.  Once our mouths have parted, I look down and notice a bulge in his jeans.  I smile, cross my eyes while staring at it, and break out into laughter at my own silliness.

Then, all of a sudden, he looks me and says, as seriously as anyone has ever said anything to me, "You know, you're a real loser.  I'm bored to death, and I want to leave."

                                  And so he did.