Monday, Sept. 29, 2003 - 10:02 p.m.
Misadventuring
In the dark, the guy in the blue button shirt looked hot. He also looked like he was looking at me. I couldn't be sure though. I bided my time, sitting there on the concrete step, demurely smoking my cigarette. I was the only one there when I'd first arrived—text-messaged Joey to say "I'm out cruising but there's no bois here! (pout)". Such a balmy evening: I thought it would be packed. Soon, though, as always happens, a handful of guys showed up from all different directions, and here was this hunky-looking guy in the blue shirt, walking slowly by me, doing a double-take or two, whetting my crotch.
He went back into the bushes, that little semi-private nook against the cement wall that's been hollowed out by so much fucking and sucking over the years. I waited a bit, then followed, peeking my head around the corner at him. He peered back, uncertainly. I waited a moment, so as to discern whether the hesitancy was about my desire or his own. It appeared to be the former: he groped his crotch: once, twice, three times, then unbuttoned his fly.
I stepped right in behind the bushes, stretching out my hand towards what was being offered. A couple inches away from contact with the proferred inches, his face finally came into focus.
I froze.
"Oops," I said, panic-stricken yet laughing. "I know you!" I took a couple quick steps backwards.
"Wha--??" he said, grabbing for my withdrawing paw. Then he recognized me, a smile breaking across his handsome face.
It was Dennis, a well-preserved, older guy I'm acquainted with from the AA meetings: a nice enough guy, I suppose, but he irritates me quite a bit. He's flirted with me a lot, too, but his personality saps any lust his toned body and handsome face might have engendered.
Oops, is right.
"Ah," Dennis said, smiling, as I beat my hasty retreat out of the bushes. "I didn't recognize you either. But see, you're so cute!"
"Yeah," I said, laughing. "Especially in the dark, eh?"
I left Dennis there, and I felt giggly and pensive. I'm glad I realized who it was before I actually touched him. It'll be uncomfortable enough, the next time I see him at a meeting.
It'll only be as uncomfortable as I make it for myself. I probably have no reason to dislike Dennis as much as I do, in fact I've made a mental effort to get over that in the past few weeks anyway. But I sure don't want to have sex with him.
I wanted to have a bit of fun with a stranger. And there were no strangers there amenable to my desires, so I wandered home.
Wandering home, along the trail by the water, I caught sight of a young man in a turban. He was standing by the trail, pacing back and forth nervously. I don't think I've ever encountered a turbaned man out cruising for sex before, so I was intrigued. We checked each other out. I walked up the hill and plunked down on a bench to see if he'd follow. He did not, instead walking off down the trail. I soon followed—not exactly following him, since I was heading in that same direction anyway, but quite curious to see what might happen.
Sure enough, a ways up the path, there came Turban-Boy, heading back towards me. He shuffled speedily along the trail, his gait rather comical, barely looking at me as we passed.
But his eyes were scorched with desire.
I turned around and noted how tight his khaki pants hugged that bubble-butt. Then I was, um, further intrigued.
Turban-Boy looked back at me, kept on walking, slowing his goofy gait, then all of a sudden picked up speed, as if frightened, as if changing his mind rather violently.
Something about this made me start. If I was reading the situation correctly, this fellow was mighty conflicted. That's become more than a bit of a trigger for me, now.
I decided to leave well enough alone, and as I was turning around to continue towards home, Turban-Boy gagged. I'm serious: he gagged. It sounded like he was about to woof his cookies. And then he turned and ran down to the lower path, fleeing in the opposite direction.
Suddenly, I was frightened. I gasped, imagined all sorts of scary scenarios, and felt my stomach tighten. I knew I was (probably) not in any danger, but I ran, too, in the opposite direction, up the hill and onto the well-lit sidewalk.
I walked home, and went back online. The fearful mood soon passed.
This is just part of the way I live now.
In gay.com video chat, a hunky 30 year old Caucasian guy from somewhere in the States messaged me, wanting to go cam-to-cam.
AmericanDude (12:57:53 AM): hey broQS (12:58:04 AM): hey there
AmericanDude (12:58:06 AM): see me?
QS (12:58:10 AM): i do
QS (12:58:14 AM): u look good
AmericanDude (12:58:21 AM): thanks lets play
QS (12:58:46 AM): nice
AmericanDude (12:58:48 AM): yours?
QS (12:58:58 AM): give me a min here
QS (12:59:14 AM): very nice!
AmericanDude (12:59:17 AM): stand across the room
AmericanDude (12:59:22 AM): and let me see all of you at once
AmericanDude (12:59:58 AM): love hairy guys
QS (1:00:03 AM): cool
AmericanDude (1:00:15 AM): let me see that cock bro
AmericanDude (1:00:31 AM): strip for me
QS (1:00:32 AM): lol
QS (1:00:42 AM): i'm not hard yet but i think i soon will be
AmericanDude (1:00:48 AM): thats cool
AmericanDude (1:01:17 AM): spit on it
AmericanDude (1:01:45 AM): stand across the room
AmericanDude (1:01:50 AM): lt me see all of you at one
AmericanDude (1:01:54 AM): once
QS (1:01:58 AM): there's no room to stand where i am
QS (1:02:02 AM): but let me rearrange
AmericanDude (1:02:36 AM): nice
AmericanDude (1:02:41 AM): spit on your cock
AmericanDude (1:02:52 AM): AGAIN
AmericanDude (1:03:06 AM): FUCK YES
AmericanDude (1:03:08 AM): LOVE THAT
AmericanDude (1:03:11 AM): AGAIN
AmericanDude (1:03:13 AM): SLOW
AmericanDude (1:03:32 AM): HEY DUDE SINCE YOU ARE IN YOUR KITCHEN YOU GET INTO PISS?
QS (1:03:59 AM): i'm open to it but can't piss thru a hardon
AmericanDude (1:04:07 AM): WELL DON'T GET IT HARD
AmericanDude (1:04:24 AM): WILL YOU TRY AND PISS ON A TSHIRT YOU HAVE ON? OR THROUGH YOUR JEANS?
AmericanDude (1:04:37 AM): I WILL CUM IF YOU DO
QS (1:04:48 AM): hmmmm
QS (1:04:52 AM):
AmericanDude (1:04:59 AM): WANNA TRY IT?
QS (1:05:09 AM): i'll get piss all over this chair!
AmericanDude (1:05:19 AM): SIT ON THE FLOOR IN THE KITCHEN
QS (1:05:28 AM): sure i can try it
QS (1:05:32 AM): so give me more instructoins
AmericanDude (1:05:56 AM): SIT ON THE FLORR AND EITHER...HAVE A TSHIRT ON THAT YOU PISS ALL OVER YOUR CHEST WITH
AmericanDude (1:06:05 AM): OR YOU PUT JEANS OR UNDERWEAR ON AND PISS IN THEM
AmericanDude (1:06:17 AM): WOULD PREFER THE TSHIRT CHEST
QS (1:06:30 AM): so put the t-shirt on like normal with nothing else on, and piss on the t-shirt?
AmericanDude (1:06:38 AM): FUCK YES
QS (1:06:41 AM): ok
QS (1:06:42 AM): one sec
AmericanDude (1:06:42 AM): WHAT COLOR IS IT
AmericanDude (1:06:43 AM): ?
QS (1:06:48 AM): u want a white tee?
AmericanDude (1:06:54 AM): BUT MAKE SURE I CAN SEE EVERYTHING REALLY GOOD BEFORE YOU DO IT
QS (1:06:58 AM): k
AmericanDude (1:07:00 AM): YES A WHITE T SHIRT IS PERFECT
AmericanDude (1:07:22 AM): PUT THE CAM ON A POSITION AND GET IN THE SPOT AND LET ME SEE IF I CAN SEE GOOD
QS (1:07:36 AM): for sure
QS (1:07:39 AM): give me a min to get organized here
AmericanDude (1:07:44 AM): K
