My Glorious Awakening!
And, just like that, my life had changed...forever!
God, it was so long ago.
I still don't know to this day, how it all happened, or why it all happened, for that matter, but it did, and I'm SO thankful.
You see, so many wonderful and deliciously amazing things have happened to me, since that time.
God, if you only knew.
But, that's why I'm writing this all down, now.
So you will know, and know it all...in time.
I do remember it all, quite fondly, though.
Let me start, from the glorious beginning.
Let's see...oh yes...it was an early morning in July, that I can recall.
I had awoken, from a very deep sleep.
And, I was still only, half awake.
There was a slight chill, as I remember, in the air.
Unusual, for this time of the year,
I had thought to myself, at the time.
As my foggy mind, began to slowly clear, I began to realize that the bed I had awakened in, naked...was not the same bed, that I had fallen asleep in, fully clothed in a pair of pajamas, the night before.
"What the hell was going on?", I had thought to myself.
Than, I sat up in a panic, and looked all around, slowly.
I found myself in a darkened bedroom.
A bedroom, that I did not at all, recognize.
"Where the hell was I?", I thought to myself, once more.
I then felt the warmth, of someone, lying next to me.
Immedietly, I looked over to see if it was Allison, my wife of thirty years, at the time.
Allison was not there.
There was a man lying there, instead!
"A yummy man", I had thought surprisingly, to myself...not realizing why that, was going through my mind.
And, as I glanced down at him, I remember experiencing a rush of feelings, and desires, that I had never felt before.
"Why was I feeling this way?", I had thought to my aroused self, curiously smiling, surprisingly pleasurably.
As I pondered that thought, I suddenly caught my reflection in a large mirror, just above a wooden dresser, across from the bed.
I couldn't believe, what I was looking at.
I was no longer Henry, the unhappy, overweight, fifty-something old guy, in a loveless, childless, marriage, anymore.
I was a young, slim, healthy man, in his early twenties!
And I looked just like, I thought...
a male fashion model!
"Ohhh my!", I said, pleasingly to myself.
I had lovely, buzzed cut, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a body builder's buff physique.
"Wow, I'm fucking gorgeous!",
I said, surprisingly to myself.
Than, those marvelous feelings and desires, suddenly surfaced, very intensely, once again.
I than immedietly glanced back down again, at the "yummy man", lying next to me.
I suddenly realized, with much clearer eyes, that this man was an incredibly gorgeous and young, African American hunk, with beautifully dark, buzzed cut hair, and a hunky body builder's physique, as well, lying NAKED, in our apartment bed.
Had I said...incredibly gorgeous?
But ohhh yes...it was true.
He was...incredibly gorgeous!
Wait, had I also said...OUR apartment bed?
Then, suddenly, I began to remember it all!
"His name was Gregory!",
I now recalled, to myself.
"He was...my boyfriend!"
"And I was...Markus!"
A rush of glorious urphoria, came over me.
Suddenly, more amazing memories of Gregory and me, began to pour into my mind, pushing the miserable memories of my old life away.
How we had met.
Our intimate times together.
Vacations together.
We were sooo wonderfully...in love!
And, as I stared at my now familiar, and more comforting reflection in the mirror, once again...a feeling of peace and contentment, came over me.
"I guess I am Markus, now.
I am gay, and I am...happy!", I thought to myself.
Then, I glanced back down at Gregory, and smiled.
And, as I did, I suddenly started feeling incredibly...horny!
"Hey, babe...time to wake up!", I said to Gregory, hungering uncontrolbly over this gorgeous man, whom I was hopelessly in love with.
"You're up, already...after last night?", Gregory said to me, as he sat up, yawning, then smiling at me, in his cute, sexy way.
Instinctively. I leaned over to him, and slowly touched my lips, to his.
It felt sooo good, and sooo right!
His lips were soft, and sooo inviting.
And, even though Gregory hadn't of course, shaven yet, his morning beard was deliciously stimulating to the touch across my my bearded face...and I just loved that.
Our kiss soon became an open mouthed one, as our passions for each other were demonstrated with every movement of our tongues down each other's throats.
"God...I'm in heaven!", I thought to myself.
I had never felt this much passion, lust, and love, for anyone.
Not even for my wife.
And, the memories of that old life,
I soon realized, were slowly dissolving away, with each passing passionate moment, in this new, amazing life, of mine.
I could, and can, still recall them, at times, to this day, but there are no emotions at all, attached to them.
And, as Gregory and I continued our passionate make-out session, things began to...escalate!
I began to move my hands across, and all around, Gregory's amazingly gorgeous body.
My fingers coursed pleasurably through the fine hairs, spread across his magnificent chest...and other parts of his magnificent body.
It was like nothing I had ever experienced, before!
His hard, muscled physique was so stimulating and pleasurable to feel and caress. It was different and incredibly better, than a women's softness.
His hard body rippled and tightened...and it completely turned me on!
And, the mesmerizing scent of his body oder, was to say the least...intoxicating!
As I moved in tighter to Gregory, I could feel his huge hard cock brush up against my huge hard cock.
Knowing your partner is genuinely turned on by you is so fucking hot, and reassuring, unlike a woman, whom can hide it.
Than, suddenly, Gregory made his move...on me.
He pulled his delicious lips from mine, and began to move his head, downwards.
"God, could it be?", I thought to myself.
And it, was!
As he positioned himself in front of my naked crotch, I could feel his hot breath gradually move across my cock...just that alone was a completly amazing feeling.
Than, slowly, Gregory wrapped his soft, warm lips around it, and nearly swallowing it, began to move upwards and downwards, rythemically.
The warmth from his tongue and the movement of it, back and forth across my cock, and the fact that this gorgeous hunk was performing this on me, was completely...orgasmic!
And, although I felt like cumming, I was able to hold tight, and savor every delicious moment.
Obviously, the body I now occupied, was more used to constant sex, so it was tougher in that degree, as well, which I was growing to appreciate, with every glorious thrust of Gregory's tongue.
And, as Gregory continued his rhythmic dance of delight with his tongue, I was suddenly remembering those other amazing times that he had performed his unique, erotic magic, on me.
"God, babe, you always know what to do...and how to do it!", I said, to Gregory, half moaning with etcetsy.
Than, Gregory glanced up at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes of his, as he continued...and just smiled.
