It’s been a while but I can still recognize the warning signs. Can’t stop thinking about him, I’ve tried. My mind’s a broken record of conversations, naked moments, his beautiful body in the dark, a perfectly shaped dick fat with excitement, and that hair.
I’ve been here before. The first time I was young, a rookie. Had no idea what was going on. The second time I was paranoid, could never quite relax. This time no fears, no worries. Just amazement at a boy who can’t seem to say anything wrong.
We met over the weekend on one of those party boats, a three-hour cruise on a sunny Provincetown afternoon. He was different. I’m not sure how, just was. Thirty one, big blue eyes, perfect abs, a dimpled smile.
Couldn’t tell if he liked me at first. Caught a few stolen glances, then a few words. Introductions to friends. A quick touch of my waist, his buddies checking me out. Another guy setting his eyes on their golden boy.
At the end of the cruise I found my friends and got off the boat. I was tired. And although I liked him, I wasn’t sure it was mutual. Then, I heard my name being called.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my room. Why?”
“My friends are having a party want to come?”
What do you know? He likes me after all.
Three days in heaven. A natural high. Long conversations under a star-filled sky. Questions I never ask a soul, his answers, Can he read my mind? His blue eyes, a spell on my heart, my fingers through his hair all day, all night.
“I keep waiting for that shoe to drop,” I tell him as we’re naked in bed.
“There are no shoes, maybe just a slipper or two.”
“Good, my feet hurt.”
Then something that takes me by surprise.
“I like you here” he says, his arms tightening around my waist.
Honest. Fearless. Incredibly bold.
“I like you too,” I tell him. “Now don’t let that go to your head.”
He smiles. Then doesn’t.
“I have to be honest…”
My smile gone too. Five words you never want to hear.
“I thought you said there were no shoes.”
“A slipper. I kinda have a date already scheduled for next week. I’m not really into him, but I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I just thought I should tell you.”
“When’s the date?”
“Sure. Go ahead, it’s not like you knew you were going to meet me.”
A sigh of relief, a kiss on my cheek, his hand reaching for my ass.
“Oh, I’m so sorry” I say. “We’re closed. Try again Wednesday.”
He smiles. He knows I’m serious. We make out, but there will be no sex. Not because of that inconsequential date. But because I like him here, in my arms, naked.