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[outragedtortilla]

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[blondieambitions]

The Whole Fucking Story.

I’ve been waiting to tell this story but I was waiting for the ending that I wanted and it just happened, I mean obviously I wasn’t looking for this ending from the beginning but I knew this could be the outcome but I didn’t think it’d come into fruition, but it did.

So here’s how it starts, I’m a waiter, a 37 year old waiter who just can’t keep his mouth shut so I ended up having to get a second job because my boss didn’t like me and cut my hours, I ended up taking a waiter job 20 minutes from my house and away from town at a new location of the chain restaurant I work at, it honestly sucked but I found solace in meeting someone there. You see when I see someone I find attractive I’d go onto my Grindr App and see if they’re on there, just fun, I rarely hook up. My insecurities won’t let me. So said event happened to me more than once during my time and the same profile seemed to be on around the same times as I was, we didn’t have profile pictures of ourselves so we were completely anonymous to each other but the location was a truck stop so seeing the same person out there multiple times meant they worked out there, so one day he caught my attention by asking “So I see you out here often do you work at the restaurant nearby?” I replied curiously “Maybe? Do you?” “I do, I work maintenance out here. Are you one of the gay boys Gina hired?” “Yes.” “Are you Andrew?” “No.” our conversation went on and on for weeks until I finally revealed who he was and said my name and weeks until he said his, him and I actually had run ins with each other at the restaurant before, one that sticks out was when he checked me out when I scoffed one time at a messy table while he sat at the bar drinking coffee he made a little giggle. "What's so funny?" I asked "What'd they stiff you?" he asked "Probably but this table is a fucking mess!" it was Christmas time, I wore a white Santa hat to show my Christmas spirit to get more tip but actually makes figuring out my gender identity harder for people, its fun, one time I came face to face with him, I wanted to get a closer look at him. This was after we revealed our identities to each other I always feel he was disappointed it was me since he never guessed it was me. So our texting relationship began for months through Christmas, New Years, My Birthday. My insecurities led me to lie to him and tell him I had family in town for the holidays and couldn’t meet with him at one point I began to ghost him for weeks and tell him I couldn’t meet him, but he continued to text me ‘til he found the right combination of words to get me to finally respond to him. “Aren’t you lonely?” he asked. It hit my feels, I was terribly lonely and needed someone to let go with again and his persistence made me feel like maybe, just maybe he could care about me, if I let him. So I did. “Yes I am.” He told me his birthday was coming up soon, the 26th of March so I decided to reward him for his birthday and meet him in person at his 5th wheel at the RV park he was staying in, see he told he was divorced from his wife and had 4 kids, his wife took everything from him and this was all he had left, I felt we were two broken people meant to try and fix each other. When I entered his door I kissed him immediately, our chemistry was or it seemed to be undeniable to at least me. We had sex and I went back home, I don’t like staying at peoples houses and like my own bed. Our texting continued and I went to his house more and more, we’d fuck watch a movie or tv and keep moving on with our ordinary lives but have a solace at least once a week, then he began to have issues. He began to lose his erection. Fucking became just a blow job for me, the issue wasn’t easy to talk about and he told me it happened to him before. I thought it was me, he could tell, so one evening in text he dumped the entire story of his life on me and the reason he lost his erection. “I used to be a predominate person in society, I used to be someone then I went to jail for 8 years and ruined my life, my family’s lives, both my parents died and my sister died while I was away leaving my little brother to deal with it all by themselves, I’ve humiliated my kids, the mental anguish has made it hard for me to enjoy sex without feeling guily.” “Wait? What? What did you go to jail for?” “I got in trouble for being with someone…