This Sunday I had quite a nice day. After an exhausting first week of classes at uni (“Be an interpreter,” they said, “it’ll be fun,” they said…) and an ill-advised yet tame flat party on Friday night, I spent almost the entire day on Saturday in bed. Mostly asleep, also masturbating since we got the internet in the new house only a few days previously and I was really enjoying having unfettered access to porn for the first time in weeks.
Sunday dawned, as Sundays will, and I went into town to meet some friends from my course and go for coffee followed by the cinema to see Woody Allen’s latest offering, From Rome with Love which was actually quite nice.
Anyway, enough of my weekend chat, if that’s what you were here for you’d be following me on Twitter. On Sunday night I finally met Music Man, a boy who got in touch with me almost the minute I changed my location on all my “dating” sites to this city to say, and I quote, “I really fancy you”. He’s very good with music, apparently (theatre director, go figure) but not so great with the words. Oh well, they can learn. Anyway, we’ve been texting and in touch for well over a month by now so it was about time we finally met (he lives about half an hour away from this city and has had a lot of work on recently so it took a while to get round to it). I went to meet him at the train station after the cinema and I have to say I was a bit apprehensive – we’d spoken on the phone a lot, texted etc. but it’s different in person, isn’t it? Hmm.
Anyway, we met at the station and the first thing I felt was absolute relief – not only was he as good looking as his pictures, he was actually even better looking than I imagined. And oh my god, the eyes – I’ve never seen eyes so fucking brown in my life and as you all know by now, brown eyes do things to my insides. We hung about in town a little then got the bus back to mine, very quiet on the way but I don’t think it was particularly awkward really, he’s just a very quiet person. We got to my house, I showed him around a little then went to the bathroom and came back to find him… in my bed. Well, what can you do.
So I got in next to him – fully clothed, weirdly – and kissing lead to groping lead to clothes coming off. He was quite reserved in which moves he would make first, he claimed he was “trying to be good” – what’s good about denying your sexual urges when you’re in bed with another consenting adult with the same urges as you I’m not sure but anyway, as is my wont I took charge (and his dick in my mouth) to get the ball(s) rolling, as it were. His dick was really, really thick – I know I said that about Man in Suit too and it was true with him, but this one was even thicker. As my friend Tigger likes to say, “short and thick does the trick!” (As opposed to “long and thin, too far in”) though neither were particularly short either. It took a lot of work and him going really slowly but after a bit the pain subsided and it began to feel really good – I didn’t cum hands-free this time but if he’d kept going a while longer I probably would have. We snuggled a bit, it was sickeningly cute probably but who cares when you’re in the afterglow.
At two in the morning I woke up really really hot – two bodies in a single bed, it gets quite hot quite quickly – and rolled over to get some cold air onto my other side. At the same time Music Man rolled over, apparently also awake, kissed me, and off we went again. So really, not much sleep was had but luckily I didn’t have classes this Monday – all of that will change next week when I start auditing the interpreting classes for my third foreign language at 9 a.m., since apparently I’m a masochist – but we did have a good time. I think I’ll be seeing him again this weekend, and fingers crossed for seeing Lion Boy over the course of the week as well. There’s also a cheeky potential 5th person waiting in the wings but I’ll save the details on that for if and when we actually end up in bed together – watch this space 😉