I really hope someone here can help. Sorry it's so long, but here's the story:
I grew up around mostly guys, and have always had more guy friends than girls. I met this particular guy five years ago, while I was dating someone else. We got to be good friends- he taught me how to shoot pool, and we practiced enough that I actually win tournaments now. We did things outside of bars too- went to a few car shows together, and cookouts. Somewhere along the line I realized that I really liked him. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and I was starting to go a little nuts. I didn't tell him at the time, but I broke it off with the guy I was dating, because it wasn't fair to him.
Not very long after that, I got rip roaring drunk and pretty much threw myself at the guy I liked. That didn't go over so well... he told me that I needed to give myself some time, and he could be friends with me, but wasn't looking for anything else. I was crushed. But I figured if all I could have was his friendship, I would take it. I couldn't stand the thought of not being around him at all.
So we've been good friends for the past five years. I mean close enough that we've spent 3 hour stretches standing around talking on a sidewalk. We've watched countless movies together. Around most people he's usually a "macho guy" and doesn't talk about his feelings- except with me. I've seen him cry, once. I know people who've known him his whole life, and he's never really dated anybody seriously. He never tries to pick up chicks at the bars. I've even heard people speculate that he might be gay, because they NEVER see him with a woman.
I tried to resign myself to the fact that I'd never have a relationship with this guy. In the past five years I tried dating two other guys (not at the same time). But those relationships didn't last very long. I felt like all I could give those guys was a little piece of myself - the rest was already taken. So I decided to just stay single for a while. I bought my first house, and live alone.
Last Friday everything changed. We did our usual thing, shooting pool and joking around all night. He invited me over to his place for a movie- all completely normal. We even watched the entire movie. Afterward somehow one thing led to another... and it was like the freaking room lit on fire. I have never felt anything that intensely in my life. It was like a scene from a movie or something... we broke things thrashing around. And afterward, I said to him "Now don't start acting all weird on me..." and he said "that will be difficult." After being with him once, I find that I just want him even more.
I saw him once after that, and he did seem to be acting strangely. He said he'd hurt his back at work, and I just gave him a back rub and went home. I don't know if he was acting weird because he was in pain, or if it was because of what happened the other night. But he seemed kind of... well... not like himself.
I just want to know, have I completely screwed up my friendship with this guy because we had sex? How do I let him know that I'm still just the same person, and there's nothing scary about me just because I have working bits? I'm not looking for him to start professing his undying love for me, or anything. I just want to know how I can keep things from being awkward. Because I would lose my freaking mind if I didn't have at least his friendship.
Advice, anyone?