After years of back and forth communications and telephone calls--I finally got a chance to meet HARRY, a 6 foot tall hairy black brother who lives not too far from me.
I met HARRY about two years ago on adam4adam where I saw a picture of his exposed hairy chest. We talked on the phone a few times and he sounded like an intelligent bottom with a big dick. I pressed to meet him a few times, but he never seemed that into it. A year ago, he moved to my neighborhood, and we kept making plans to get together, but nothing.
Then a few nights ago he called me out of the blue and invited me to his place. I was excited.
I hopped over to his crib, and was really impressed. Really nice apartment--nothing like mine. I felt like I was stepping into the apartment of a real adult--which he is. At 28 years old, he's a few years younger than me.
Having never seen his face, I didn't know what to expect--but he looked nice. Nice complexion and teeth, but balding. He invited me into his living room and I sat down and made a little conversation.
This meet and greet was different from my usual. HARRY and I didn't really talk about having sex. Though I hoped that I would get to see him naked--especially since I hadn't had an orgasm in a week. But other than small chit-chat--there wasn't any in depth conversation. That was because there were a lot of distractions. Particularly, there was a third party on our date...
TIVO. In HARRY's comfortable plush living room, there was an entertainment center to rival all others. And it included a TIVO. His TIVO had digitally recorded all of his favorite television shows, and for some reason, he insisted that we watch all of them at that moment. We watched Martha Stewart's Apprentice and D.L. Hughley's new show. I even had to sit through a fourth viewing of Noah's Arc--which he loved (I should have left then).
After two hours of sitting on the sofa with little mental or physical interaction I was ready to go home. And then a friend called him and they talked on the telephone for about twenty minutes. Ok, I was leaving. He was not only boring, but rude.
When he got off the phone I gave him a hard time for being rude. He apologized, and promised to make it up to me. I stood up as though I was about to leave. He stood up as well, and I pulled him close to me. I wrapped my arms around him and told him, You can make it up right now.
He seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but he eventually put his arms around me, and we started making out. I was being extremely aggressive with him. Moving him around his apartment, pinning him against walls, and grabbing his fat ass. I was kissing him and biting into his neck and he seemed to want to melt in my arms. He was turned on, but he kept acting like a sorority girl--constantly pushing me away saying (almost whining), I can't do this now, I have someplace to go later. He was playing the wait awhile game.
I could tell he wanted more. I did too. But I wasn't sure that I wanted to have sex with him. I know I wanted to see him naked. And to see if his dick was as large as he said. But it looked like I was going to have to wait. I wasn't going to push the issue, and I didn't want to look oversexed and desperate.
I want to take you out to dinner, he told me. An uncomfortable feeling fell over me. I don't like the whole "going out to dinner" thing until I know that I am feeling someone. But I thought, Go with it. Step outside of your comfort zone and do something different for a change.
So I said yes. We're going out to dinner next week.
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Posted by: JP | Tuesday, 22 November 2005 at 05:11 AM
I think you are truly sad and borderline pathetic. Simply because this guy prefered to enjoy your company in a non sexual way u label him "boring"...WTF?..If walking in his apt was your first inclination that you were not an adult then hopefully this manifests as your second epiphony. My sincere hope is that you evolve out of being the stereotypical gay in which you so ignorant and blissfully chronicle. Whats even sadder is there are more out there like you who sit and wonder why they are lonely and dateless.
Posted by: Cobie | Monday, 21 November 2005 at 03:46 PM
Thats good that you waited and didn't press the issue. Now when its time for that dinner, you better work it and make him want it.
Posted by: DJSmooth | Monday, 21 November 2005 at 07:16 AM
Must be nice to be going on a date man.
Posted by: Ricky | Sunday, 20 November 2005 at 10:44 PM
I can't wait to hear how the dinner date went. I hate it when I go visit people and the TV goes on! Can you say bad manners? Good luck on that!
Posted by: Coquito | Saturday, 19 November 2005 at 06:01 PM
I can't wait to hear how the real date goes. I have a bad feeling about this one, though.
Posted by: E | Saturday, 19 November 2005 at 12:16 PM
I guess I'll allow this because you're a real person and need to date like everyone else. We've also spoken about the fuck/date scene these days, so hey, go for it. But if, you start dating more, and Ricky and Junito run off to couplesland, where will I go to find my unadulterated no strings sex?
Posted by: Procrastination_xtravaganza | Saturday, 19 November 2005 at 01:20 AM
At least at dinner--Tivo can't come along!
Posted by: JayJay | Friday, 18 November 2005 at 11:47 PM
Less and less peeps are reading this garbage.
Since your brains are fucked out these days nothing can transmit to keyboard.
Posted by: Gym Dude | Friday, 18 November 2005 at 11:07 PM
About time you went out on a "real" date
Posted by: paco | Friday, 18 November 2005 at 01:07 PM