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So as Davis and I lay there together, completely pleased (and completely naked), we talked about how we could stay together and become boyfriends and how this could be a regular occurrence. I loved him. He was perfect. We stayed there until about 4 AM, when the janitor staff came into the building to clean up.

I began to put on my clothes, but Davis talked me out of it. I told him we needed to sneak out before teachers and students showed up. I was his ride home, no pun intended. He agreed, but told me to stay naked. It would be more exciting, sneaking around janitorial staff naked, he said. I agreed and we exited the building as quickly as possible, our soft dicks and smooth bodies chilled by the evening air. We ran to my 2004 Chevy Silverado, where I unlocked the doors and we both hastily jumped inside. We drove to his house which was about 3 minutes away.

We were still nude when we got there, and Davis looked me in the eye. He told me he had something to tell me, that no one else knew. What could you possibly tell me that is more surprising than what you told me last night, I thought. He turned to me and said that he was moving. I began to tear up.

The one person I had ever loved. The person who took my virginity. Was moving. How far I asked. He told me he was moving away to Texas, which was quite a long way from where we lived, Oregon. He said he wasn't leaving until two weeks later and that we would have to make the best of those weeks.

I cried for an hour when I got home at 5, and then it was time to get up and ready. I got dressed and hurried to Davis's house, where I told him I'd meet him. We went to school like this all 14 days before Davis's departure. On the 14th day, he asked," will you miss me?" Of course I will! I responded. I told him I wanted to fuck him one last time.

He said ok and told his parents he had a date that night and I did the same. We met at a small fine dining place downtown, both dressed to the hilt. We ate a nice dinner and then traveled to the nicest hotel in town, the Hilton. We got a room together and that night, we didn't fuck. We made love. Davis left for El Paso the next morning and I cried as I said goodbye to him at the gate of the airport.

This may be more drama and less sex than you want, but I told you everything I felt wasn't too personal and you can take this and imagine all you want. All I know is losing love sucks ass.

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