I have been a shy man my entire life. I can remember my preschool when I was the most self-conscious child in the class. It has always been difficult for me to make friends and while which wasn’t always the greatest thing ever, I actually think that this wasn’t half bad because it made me better buddies with those few folks I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things were not doing excellent. And growing up as a gay kid in 90s Detroit, that was not great either. You might say the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and finding that someone.
And with college and with a brand new job and new responsibilities, my love life has been on a backburner in the past 10 years or so. No, really. I didn’t possess an individual relationship that lasted longer than a month in the last ten years. That is, until this last year once I met Kyle. Now, for some other folks, a sentence like the prior one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “only meeting” someone isn’t something that happens more than once in an eternity.
I wasn’t sure what to think of Kyle at first.
He was hot (still is), of that there was no doubt. However he was one of these guys that were never too serious and that never took anything seriously. This is some thing that you can be okay with when you are 21, 22, but as a man in his early 30s, I wasn’t looking for something like that. And then, just when I believed he was a complete waste of time, I recognized this was his alternative. He was not only “like that”. He enjoyed being free and being spontaneous, but not in that annoying way where he’d depend on everyone around him just to get by. He was a great professional and a successful person, dependable to a fault, but always a bit absent-minded and constantly with that sprinkling of surprising to him.
We barely kissed twice before he requested me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he wanted me to go there with him. We only spoke for about 3 hours all in all before that. I ‘d not seen him nude. We barely kissed. And he was inviting me to go to Europe with him. I decided to be impulsive for once in my life and I went with him. (In the back of my head thinking that http://nudismhot.com can always fly back if this turns out to suck.)
He did his thing, his little gig or whatever (he is a photographer) and that was that. In a single day. We’d an entire two-week vacation in the south of France just for one day of his work. I loved it. I felt so glamorous. And http://voy-zone.com/nudist-clip-sample.html took matters actually slowly, we didn’t run anywhere. For example, this picture that you can see of Kyle all nude in front of a tremendous cruiser; this was the very first time that I saw him naked. We saw the folks from the cruiser and we overheard them talking and he wanted to screw with them so he got naked as they were checking out this huge statue that was behind me as I was shooting the picture. He knew they had to see him and he needed to go all the way with them. I was additionally nude as I was taking his photo.
Later that day, we laughed about how we first saw each other naked in that way. We made love later that day. It was incredible. We’re still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this photo.