He had A Long Line Of Lovers, Mostly The Gambling Kind
I Didn't Want To Be Like The Others And get Left Behind
I Heard About His Bad Reputation And How he Had A Heart Of Stone
How he'd Give A Man A Moment Of Pleasure To Get What he Wants
I Had A Weakness For His Kind Of lovin' I Could Never Deny
I Know I Wouldn't Ever See It Coming 'Till I Was Lost In His Eyes
The More I Tried To Keep Him At A Distance The More I Became Aware
he Was Breaking Down My Resistance 'Till I No Longer Cared
Tonight I Saw A Red, Red Rose In The Yellow Moon
Shining On A Silhouette, Lying In The Shadows Of My Bedroom
I Knew It When We Made Love And I Couldn't Quit Calling His Name
That I'd Been Hit By Another Fast Movin' Train
I'd Been Hit By Another Fast Moving Train
I Wondered As I Lay There And Held Him Why Can't This Be Real
Why The Fear Wouldn't Let Me Tell Him How Good he Made Me Feel
I Doubted If he Would Even Be Around When The Morning Comes
I Waited 'Till he Fell Asleep To Whisper "Baby, Look What You've Done"
Tonight I Saw A Red, Red Rose In The Yellow Moon
Shining On A Silhouette Lying In The Shadows Of My Bedroom
I Knew It When We Made Love And I Couldn't Quit Calling His Name
That I'd Been Hit By Another Fast Movin' Train
I'd Been Hit By Another Fast Moving Train

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Why do I do this? Why do I always end up here? Why do I allow him to use me like this? All these things are running through my head as I lay here and ponder the meaning of my life…the direction of this relationship…the contour of his perfect ass, hidden under the thin sheet that covers his body. I prop myself up on one elbow and continue to stare at him, committing every detail of him, and this night, to memory. I don't know how long it will be before he decides to grace my bed with his presence again. I just know that I live for the moments when he does.

I had been standing in the hallway at the arena when he came up to me. He looked at me with that look in his eyes that he always gets, and asked me what I was doing later. When I told him I was just going back to the hotel, he smiled and asked what room I was in, and if I was alone or sharing with someone. I told him I was alone, and he said he would come see me around midnight. Always midnight. Guess he didn't want anyone to know what we were doing.

So I smile and say okay, see ya later then. And I leave. I grab something to eat, take a shower and settle down to watch TV until he gets there. At exactly 12:00, there's a knock on the door. I walk over and open it. He comes in and shuts the door behind him. I stand there, never quite knowing what to do. He takes a few steps and opens his arms. I step up to him and allow him to embrace me. Hell, who am I kidding? I couldn't say no even if I tried.

His lips close in on mine and we kiss. His tongue snakes its way into my mouth and I feel him exploring the wetness. He has this thing that he does with his tongue when we're kissing - he rubs the tip on the roof of my mouth real slow before he starts to move it around. It tickles, but it also makes me harder than hell. I wrap my fingers around his hair and tug it softly while he kisses me deeper. His hands drop down to my hips and he pulls me closer. I'm wearing boxers, and he's in his jeans.

I can feel the denim rubbing against the thin cotton covering me. His mouth moves down to my neck and he nuzzles the sensitive spot along my jaw. I shiver and he laughs lightly. He licks down my neck to my shoulder and nips me there, leaving a small red mark. He likes to use his tongue and teeth on me. I don't mind at all. His hand slides up to my chest, toying with my nipple. I can feel his cock hardening even more, because he's pulls me even closer and is grinding into me. I moan and grind back. He whispers in my ear that maybe we should move somewhere more comfortable.

I step back and walk in front of him to the bed. I sit on the edge and watch him take his clothes off. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the chair. His hands move to the button of his jeans, but I stop him. He looks at me questioningly - like always - before he allows me to undo his fly. I push his jeans down far enough to allow his massive cock to spring free. I lick my lips involuntarily before tracing the tip of his hardness with the tip of my tongue. He moans softly before placing his hand on the back of my head, careful not to pull my hair. He knows I have a thing about that, so he doesn't even try.

I allow his cock to sink to the back of my throat before tightening my lips around it, creating a great deal of suction as my head bobs up and down. He mumbles his approval as I reach around and grasp his firm ass in my hands, guiding him in and out of my mouth. I continue my assault on his manhood for a while, before he stops me. I look up at him and smile. That's when he pushes me back on the bed and removes his jeans completely.

Without hesitation, he lays next to me and begins kissing me again, running his hands up and down my body. My boxers disappear, but I don't mind at all. I feel his hand wrap around my throbbing erection as his lips move to my nipple. He bites down gently as his hand begins to stroke me. I moan and ask for more. He looks toward the nightstand and sees the bottle of lube there. Reaching for it, he squeezes some onto his hand and reaches down to rub his fingers over my entrance.

I buck my hips up off the bed as he slides the first finger in and goes right for my sweet spot. I ask for more once again. He complies. Now he's pumping his fingers in and out of me. After a few more minutes of this delicious torture, he removes his fingers and coats his cock with lube. He parts my legs and positions me just where he wants - left leg around his waist, right leg on his shoulder. Slowly, he slides in, never giving me quite enough time to adjust before he's all the way in.

I know exactly what will happen next. I'm not saying that he's boring, or even too predictable, just that I know what he likes and how he likes it. He starts pumping in and out of me slowly, both hands braced under my shoulders on the bed. I reach up and begin to squeeze his right nipple hard between my fingers. He shudders, then smiles down at me. He tells me it feels nice. I moan as his cock throbs inside me, tightening the muscles to give him the most pleasure I can.

He reaches over and takes my other hand, placing it on my own cock. I start stroking it, as he begins to pump faster. My body is on fire, every nerve like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. I can tell he feels the same because his eyes are slipping shut and he's making the most wonderful sounds. He moves faster now, and I can feel his swelling inside me. My hand is practically flying along my cock, wanting to explode with him. Before I know it, we're both tensing, shuddering and screaming our release.

He pulls out and kisses me on the cheek, almost absentmindedly, before rolling over onto his back. I lay next to him. Sometimes he pulls me into his arms and holds me as he falls asleep, sometimes he just lays there with his arms folded over his chest. Tonight I'm lucky - he pulls me to him and kisses my head softly, stroking my hair. I snuggle close, whispering in my head all the things I can't say out loud. I know in a few minutes he'll be asleep. Then I'll fall asleep. And when I wake up in the morning, he'll be gone.

I wish I could make him stay. I wish I could make him feel the same way about me that I feel about him. I wish…I wish…I wish. I lay there for awhile after he falls asleep before propping myself up to watch him sleep. I start thinking about art, history, science. Michelangelo's 'David' comes to mind. Along with Hercules. The science part? Einstein's theory of relativity. Yes, you know - energy equals mass times consumption squared. I never understood that in high school, probably because I never spent much time there. But now as I drift off to sleep, I understand completely.

I'm dreaming. I'm walking along a creek in the woods, alone with my thoughts. I hear a noise and follow it. Walking out of the trees, I see a rabbit sitting on a train track. I wait for a moment before approaching it, not wanting to spook him. I see that his foot is stuck between a rock and the trestle, so I walk over to try and remove it. I see him, walking on the other side of the tracks. Apparently he heard the rabbit too, but he is farther away.

My head shoots up as I hear the low whistle of the train approaching. He yells at me to move, but I have to save the rabbit. He's running now, as I'm pulling on the rabbit's foot to free him from certain death. The train rounds the corner just as I free the rabbit. He's running toward me at full speed, shouting at me to move, but I can't. I'm frozen to the spot. As the train approaches, he reaches me, grabbing me around my waist. He knocks me to the ground on the other side of the tracks as the train whizzes by.

I thank him for saving my life. He looks at me and says, "I had to. I love you." I smile at him. I'm opening my mouth to tell him I love him too, when he disappears. Typical. I awaken when I feel him stirring next to me. He's getting out of bed now. He walks across the room to the bathroom. I lay there staring at the door, willing him to stay, to never leave me.

He comes back and I pretend to sleep. He strokes my hair softly, so he won't wake me up. I feel his tender kisses on my forehead. I feel the air move as he runs his hand down my arm without touching me. He whispers something in my ear. I think I must be dreaming, because I could swear he just told me that he loves me. Not wanting to break the spell, but needing to know if I'm still dreaming, I slowly open my eyes. And find myself staring into his.

He looks a bit shocked that I'm awake, but recovers quickly. I smile at him, and gathering every ounce of courage I've ever possessed, look him right in the eye and say, "I love you, Hunter." For a moment, he says nothing, just looks at me. Then I see the hard exterior of The Game melting away as he takes me in his arms, covering my face with kisses. I laugh, then moan as he begins to stroke me, making me hard again. This time, it's different. He explores every inch of my body with his hands, his lips, his tongue. For the first time, I feel his lips wrap around my erection, taking me to heaven and back.

After we're through fu---, um, I mean, making love, he holds me tightly to his chest. I'm afraid to speak, afraid to find out if it's real or if I'm still dreaming. He looks down at me and asks what I'm thinking. I tell him. He smiles as he kisses me again, then says, "it's no dream, Jeff. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere." I smile at him, then kiss him softly before drifting back to sleep. As I succumb to blissful slumber, I hear his voice soft in my ear. "I love you." This time when I dream, it's ancient Greece, and I have the most wonderful god of all laying beside me