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ohhhh mate, you sound like the position I found myself in not a few months ago. I loved the boy, still do if the truth be told, but I'd stuck it out for 8 months without sex. Even touching him seemed to be a problem, it was too ticklish or if I was firmer it was to rough. It got to be I ended up feeling like a freak for even wanting to be intimate - it wasn't a sex thing, I would have been happy with a pash every now and then. It ended up feeling as if I was this monster demanding sex when he was stressed/tired/whatever and it made me feel pretty worthless. Sex became important even though prior it had always just been
a fun natural extension of our relationship.
How dense was I. One day it eventually got to much for me and I asked him why we were together when all we were was just friends.
Not saying that it is like that in your situation but just saying I can totally sympathise with you.
Hope things work out well for you.
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