Straight To Cocks 3 - Billy Takes A Virgin
Published by Cora Adel at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Cora Adel
I can still remember the day just like it was yesterday.
“This just isn’t working out.” Cindy said, holding my hands on the empty diner table. The sad look in her eyes made my heart drop.
People buzzed all around us in the dingy diner, the site of our first date. Fitting, I thought, that it would also be the scene of our last.
“I… I don’t understand.” I said, confused. “I thought we were doing so well?”
I felt sick to my stomach. At the time, I was honestly blindsided by the breakup. I thought Cindy and I were a great couple. We spent so much time together, we were like best friends. She was the first girl that I was really interested in, and here I was, getting crushed. Looking back now, it’s almost funny how much of a fool I was, how much I had been lying to myself.
“I need more in a relationship than just a friend, John,” she continued, still holding my hands. She was trying to let me down as easily as possible.
“But…” I protested.
“You don’t ever want to take…” she blushed a little, “… the next step. I feel like I’m dating one of my girlfriends.”
She was right; I hadn’t pushed the relationship to the next level. We hadn’t had sex yet. Even when she practically forced herself on me, I always made up excuses. No condom; I’m tired; I have to use the bathroom. You name it, I probably said it, and I got out of sex for that night. I’ll admit it: I was just plain scared. What kind of guy gets to be 23 and is still a virgin? A pussy, that’s who.
And what’s worse, I wasn’t some kind of ugly troll. I was a lean mean muscular machine. I was in the prime of my life. My abs popped, my biceps bulged. My tan, olive colored skin was only outclassed by my shiny, short cut black hair that I kept in a faux hawk. I had big, brown eyes and a smile that would make any girl blush. I had no trouble with the ladies, except, of course, when it came to fucking them.
Cindy ran a hand up my arm and squeezed my shoulder.
“I just hope we can still be friends,” she said, sealing the deal. It felt like the final nail on my coffin.
“O…ok,” was all I could mutter. I put my head down, and that was that.
Cindy stood up and walked around the table toward me. She gave me a hug and a small kiss on the cheek, and when I looked up again she was gone. I was totally alone in a restaurant full of people.
I sighed and leaned back in the green upholstered booth, putting my feet up on it. I pulled out my phone and looked up my buddy, Jim, my go-to gay friend. He always seemed to have the best relationship advice. He would know what to do. I pressed DIAL and leaned back even more, practically lying down in the booth.
“What’s up bro,” Jim answered cheerfully, like always. I don’t know how he was always so happy.
“It happened again,” I said, pitifully. “Cindy just dumped me.”
“Aw man I’m sorry,” Jim’s tone was sorrowful now, “Where are you? Want me to come cheer you up?”
“I’m over at Vito’s. I’m going to eat some pizza if you want to join me.” I hoped he would, I needed some company and someone to listen to my frustrations.
“Alright,” he said, “I’ll be there in a few.” Jim was a great friend.
Ten minutes later, a fresh, large pepperoni pizza was placed in front of me, just in time for Jim to come walking through the front door. I waved him over and he plopped in the booth across from me, taking off his worn leather jacket.
“You alright?” he asked, concern on his face. He knew how much I had liked Cindy.
“I think so,” I said after a short pause. I picked up a slice of pizza, the gooey cheese stretched as I pulled it away. I took a bite.
“I was so surprised this time.” I said in between chewing and swallowing.
“Yeah,” Jim said, “Did she say why?” he asked, picking up a slice himself.