Like any other person living in the 21st century, I spend a fair amount of time online. A few years ago, I became friends with some absolutely wonderful people from all over the world, and of course one of those people just had to be a handsome little fucker who lived nearly 4,500 miles away from me. We spent quite a bit of time flirting, at first I tried to be coy and cute but eventually I just unzipped my Batman onesie and sent him a topless snapchat. That’s what every guy wants, right?
Thankfully Sam felt the same about me, and we spent a lot of time seeing each other’s naked bodies and talking about what we wanted to do with those bodies. Occasionally he’d start seeing someone, or I would, and we’d back off and just be friendly, but when we were both single again we could always just pick up where we left off. The cycle continued like that for a couple years until I decided I needed to actually touch him, feel him, taste him… I started saving my money and in just six months I had enough to visit him. I ate a lot of ramen in those six months.