The Guy No One Would Talk With
11:57PM Sep 18, 2020
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The guy nobody would talk with. I was outgoing guy and seem to get along with all types of people and crowds. My main group of friends were all pretty good looking and or had a cool thing about them. I was lucky and had pretty good friends. My second group was a tiny bit older. And these were my favorite because we could talk about much more. The rest of the time, I would make a point to seek people out that seemed interesting or sexy, and often both. My cliques of friends were important because we looked out for each other. They would judge without really any reason who was good and who looked dangerous or ugly, and so on. Well, that's bullshit. I am not a guy that just assumes things I need to know not guess. It bothered me yet in cases it did help. For example, a guy who was hansy or stole things. There was a man who was always by himself. He was not friendly at all and wore dark clothing. He was a very handsome However, but I saw why people feared him. His look was always not inviting. He seemed to always be brooding. Yet never was he rude if bumped into. You get the picture. He did seem to drink a lot. For a long time I could tell he was watching us and listening at times two. I seem to be the only one that noticed which was not surprising. I always pay attention. He made eye contact with me when he saw I noticed his observation and I only smiled but said nothing to my friends. He was always around it seemed. I asked the bartender who he was. He said stay away from that guy. He is damaged goods. I had to know more so decided to get the bartenders full attention. I sent to him. Well, I would just be so so interested in hearing about it. Well, I guy I will just need to find a person to whisper in my ear. The story The bartender froze and smiled and said, Are you flirting with me? I made a cute face and said, maybe a few guys at the bar told the bartender, you have a hottie that asks you a question. We can wait a bit for a refill. FYI, the second click was there at the bar, and they knew me well. The bartender then saw me a bit better now that he wasn't in a rush. He smiled really big. And I said while you're telemetry, grab some shot glasses. I will be buying everyone a few rounds, they can just pop over and get them that way as you tell me what you can. Well, I can stare longer into those sexy eyes. The bartender was hot for me now. Plus, my friends and a few others wanted to kind of hear it too. He did not have too much I could use. I needed facts. But I got enough. I go to the library and in about 15 minutes was able to read what happened His name let us say is Tom, he was drunk and so was his lover and they were fighting too. Well, the lover was driving and they wrecked. He died badly. And Tom had a really bad scar on his chest and like, I thought about it a lot. I was an egghead guys. I researched all the psychology and biological relevant information for a week. I then understood what I considered the most probable way to see if Tulum would at least talk a bit to me, baby steps. Tom was there and I left my friends without them noticing. Fortunately, today he was around the corner from Mike lick. I didn't need them as a distraction. I walked right up to him and said, You are a security officer right? Tom didn't give me his normal group glare. He said yes. I asked him if he knew a way I could allow my dog to use the dog door but keep my home secure. Tom's I seem to brighten a bit He said I can give you a few suggestions but mostly I would say a cage box as a temporary small area. I said that makes sense. I asked my I said with you, Tom said, What about your buddies? I said, Well, I am not exactly like my friends. Tom smiled. I had never seen that before. He said, I noticed that. He said, said I had to be clever now. I knew that the job question would feel fake if repeated. So I decided to me myself. I just said, Why do you not talk to anyone? Tom looked at me. He saw in my eyes who I was why I was asking and that he could tell me the truth. I saw joy in his face. Tom seemed to gather his strength. He said he killed his lover by arguing when they were drunk in the car.
He was more drunk and normally he drove. His eyes were tearing but he maintained I sent okay I get that. He said next thing I am now scared badly. I said, Let me see. Tom said, Oh no, I would not want you to see it. It's bad. I knew I had pushed far enough. I smiled very cute and kissed him on the cheek. No worries. I said. Tom saw me a bit more than he smiled. And then I talked about myself. I shared very personal inside feelings and events. I knew I had to share with him my soul to maybe open his eyes. Tom was so happy. The bartender came over and bought us around. My second click the more mature one. Well, they knew me and the bartender was smiling. He knew that boy that teased him was more than he thought. Not just a noisy Queen, but a man with a plan. Tom and I talked hours back and forth. Even my main click knew me well enough to know to stay away the whole place. Could See Tom was not brooding but talking even some smiles. It was me that wanted to cry, but I dare not. Tom shared his whole life with me, including never really getting over his guilty feelings and loss of his lover. And then he started to stop a bit. I touched his chest where I knew his heart and scar happened to run across. He tends to I felt the uneven scars through his shirt. He looked at me I smiled and then continued to feel along his scar through his shirt. He led me I knew he would too. Nobody had touched him or barely talked to him in a long time. I was attractive and to tell the truth, the scar was a bit hard for me to feel along. It was pretty bad, but no missing chunks of chest. That really was what I was checking for. Tom was hard as a rock to just from my touch. I knew to stop quickly but not too fast. This is tricky too. I kissed his cheek and whispered. All I really felt was Heart pounding heart. I then knew round one was done. I tell Tom I will be back tomorrow and would enjoy it if he could spend some more time with me. Tom said gladly. I excused myself and went over to my second click. They knew better than to start asking questions Tom was still watching. I just whispered if he didn't order a drink and left soon I may accidentally done the right things. I am not religious that much but I prayed inside as I waited. The bartender came over offered me a shot as he whispered he is exiting now. I saw the light and heard the door close. Now they started I just only said guys, he lost his lover over messed up shit. He is handsome, all covered up. He feels ugly. The one of my first click friends say well, scars are ugly. That was it. I got up, walked over, picked him up by his shirt. got in his face and loudly said the only thing I see that is ugly all the way throughout is you push that asshole on the floor. Thank goodness my other friends quickly pulled me away. I never in my life felt violent. But that one time I was pissed. Now unfortunately, my situation is completely difficult for round two. I knew I need to take him out of that bar but didn't want to falsely offer six. I was not sure even with my high ideals, the scar would not affect my heart on that would not be cool at all. The bartender saw me brooding at the corner of the bar. He told the others to cover for him. He came over and kissed me. I said, Hey, What's that for? He then said, You are brooding and I know why. I said Oh, do you now with a smile on my face. bartender said, you know you're going to need to fuck that man to bring him around. I smiled and said that is very likely. bartender said you are Afraid his scars will be more than you can deal with. I started to cry. I said, Oh, I am so sorry. I feel awful. But yes, the bartender kissed me again. He said you are so sweet. If it gets to be too much Close your eyes. He says, okay, close them. I do. This time he kissed me. I mean really kissed me. After I was a bit woozy to bartender said he is coming in the door. You can do this. I was thrilled to see Tom was not all in black, but had a great and light blue shirt on. As soon as he came in, I began First they all knew I would be leaving with him at some point. Tom was great. He did his best to not be depressed. I knew better but I must admit he did. Okay. We talked this time about much lighter things. Then I knew it was time.
Tom started to flirt with me a bit and I knew I had to respond correctly. I said Tom, would you mind if we could go Go somewhere without my friends. Tom said they are over Then he looked and smiled. There. We started laughing because you could see mostly all eyes on us. Tom said sure what would you like to do? I said well, we can go to the zoo. It is free today and the weather is awesome. Tom like that. The zoo was not as busy as most times because a sports event happened to be that day. Tom and I enjoyed the zoo. He was really doing a good and I was really enjoying his company too. I knew if I wanted to get him hot but not have the scar thing to deal with it would be best. I grabbed his hand and while nobody was looking, took him behind a building under construction and unzipped him and suck him off. It was hot to Tom had no dick damage for sure. Tom was turned on with my little sex in public thing. I knew next date was three and I was kind of looking forward to spending time with Tom. Day Three. I call Tom and I tell him I I would like him to come over and help me install my new door dog cage. Tom shows up and he was adorable in his little construction outfit with his tool belt and I couldn't find anywhere a cage that would work I tell him but I bought the materials to make a long runner type. I drew the blueprints this morning. Tom looked at the blueprints as he said you did this just this morning. I said yes, it was easy. I just looked at how to note stuff Andrew. Tom said okay, well, this is fantastic. Voice with tools. I said have fun. Tom said your work. He was having a lot of fun too. It was hot that day. I saw his shirt getting sweating. It was time now. I said Tom, let me get you a fresh shirt. Tom looked at me and I saw the fear across his face. I smiled and said Come on, give it here. He took it off. tossed it to me. I did not crack my face only smiled. I acted like nothing and said awesome and trotted up to toss his shirt in the wash. I had to stop a second at the wash. It was not as ugly as I expected, but very large. I was not grossed out really just a tad shocked. I brought him in a T shirt and he expected me to toss it to him, but I knew what I had to do. I walked up to him and dropped his shirt on the ground and kissed him. Tom was okay. I said, Okay, that definitely is one big scar. Let me see the other one. Tom said sure. It was just a long one but not bad. I said well, should you lucked out. Based on that leg scars position. You are lucky you can walk at all. Tom smiled. I was ready. Now. I had seen the scar and got over it. Now it really did bother me as much. I tell Tom, I want to see that yummy cock you fed me? Tom said Sure. Let's go on the hot tub. Tom was so cool. He had sex with me in that hot tub but use the water to his his scars. I knew this was not what he needed to do. But damn that man could fuck. I next ask Tom to take me to his bed. He had robes for us. I knew I had to get that rope off him before he had sheets to use from the bed. The moonlight was coming in through the windows and that made a few shadows. Perfect. I thought I stopped Tom and rip off his robe. I caress him all over I ignore if it has scars area or not. Tom went nuts. He was a stud then. You could see he just needed to know someone could like him enough that it just didn't matter. I was not all the way there but close. Tom was ready to gain back his confidence. I knew that part was done. Now the harder part. I knew he needed to be able to pick them in up. I had a plan. I told shallow Queen I wanted to be. Tom was so good in bed. true and accurate. I went on him as much as I could without overdoing it. Well tell a queen, telegraph. Plus I had a reputation of having the best of men. also true. Tom had the hots for me, but within no time at all, he had a voice of his own.