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This sounded pretty interesting so far, so I answered the email and asked for more information, enclosing my stats and a face pic. I heard back from Kentaro, learned he's a 22 year old student at the university, moved from Tokyo last fall to take one year of studies here. He sent me a face pic which looked yummy enough; he sounded like an interesting fellow, so I suggested we meet for coffee. So there I was on the street corner this afternoon, thanking my lucky stars I'd responded to such a vague e-profile: Kentaro was hot! He'd given me his stats--5'5 and 137 pounds--on email but these numbers did not prepare me for the imposing physique before me. We went to my favorite coffee shop--the only one near my house that allows smoking--and began to chat. Kentaro's English is much better than he thinks it is; I enjoyed hearing more about him, all the while entranced by those powerful neck muscles bulging out of his shirt. Did I mention his eyes? Big, brown, slurpable and shy. As is my wont, I drew him out. Kentaro is shy and quiet--just the way I like 'em!--but warmed up at my patience with the frequent pauses as he translated in his head before speaking. As is my wont, and at the appropriate time, I steered the conversation towards--surprise, surprise--sex. I learned that Kentaro had minimal gay experience back home in Japan, including a boyfriend or two. Since he's arrived here in Canada, he has not ventured out to any of the gay bars or explored the scene. And he very much wants to do that. Embarrassed, he referred to an Internet hook-up here from last fall; I read disappointment in his face as he implied that this local guy had bedded him down and then dropped him like a hot potato. This implication led me to speak up more riskily about my motives for meeting him. A fascinating conversation ensued. I bluntly asserted how attracted I was to him, how much I adore sex, and how cool it would be if we could hang out, get to know each other, do the friendship thing alongside whatever mischief might emerge. This all sounded good to Kentaro; he murmured knowingly when I spoke about the disillusionment a cluster of impersonal fucks can engender. So, I think we're on the same page, eh? Admittedly, Kentaro did not come right out and say he was interested in getting naked with me (although he'd expressed how much he liked my pic on a previous email). He had plans after our coffee date to go snow-boarding with a friend; I slyly said that, were it not for his previous commitment, I would have invited him back to my place to, um, continue our conversation. Kentaro looked at me shyly, eyes flashing what I could only hope was an aroused gleam. "That would be good," he said, "I would like to come to your house. Sometime soon?" Since he was meeting his friend over on campus, I walked over there with him to go work out at the gym. As we trundled along the sidewalk, I kept glancing over at him to drink in more. From the side, I swooned at the full pinkness of his lips, a lusciousness I hadn't fully appraised face-on. Then at another street corner, waiting for another light to change, I got a chance to check out his butt for the first time. Oh my fucking god. Can you say "callipygian," boys and girls? Let's just say there's a pair of muscled mounds I'm itching to sink my teeth into. Speaking of teeth, at that moment I bit into a black leather finger of my glove, so as not to squeal. Kentaro's posterior charms got me instantaneously hard; I walked the rest of the way along with a badly-bunched crotch, thrilled to be so genitally discombobulated. Kentaro and I parted on campus; he said he would call me soon. As he walked away I craned my neck to get one last view of those amazing glutes in motion, only to see him slip on the ice and plunk down on them. I ran over to him; he jumped up, a mortified wince on his face. "This is the first time this has happened to me," he said. I wanted to kiss his boo-boo's. Had I thought he'd understand that phrase, I gladly would have pronounced as much. So, I'm happier than a pig in shit. At this moment, while I sense there is more to come from this new connection, I can honestly say it wouldn't matter if nothing does, if I don't hear from Kentaro again. Engaging with his vibe today from such a full-bodied, erotic and open place within myself was a delicious experience in and of itself. I waited for the light to change. I spotted a strapping young man. I hoped it was him. It was. I got to be unapologetically flirtatious and friendly for an hour. I got a hard-on. I am ready, again. I am ready to cross that intersection of Friendship and Desire. Wait, the light used to say; stay where you are, commanded the big flashing red hand. And now the light has changed. Here I go, wandering out into the electric interstice. Meet me on the corner?
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