An Encounter

[suiat]

Another true story written on my iphone, again more poem than porn but about muscle. I suppose everyone is struggling with their identity in this, our world of sex and muscle, but what's fascinating to me is to see the forms that struggle takes. Hope you enjoy, and feedback is always taken to heart.

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The things you can tell about someone by how often they change their minds:

One.
'Are you here yet?' he says, and I say,
'Chill out dude. I'm coming.'
He's on the other side of the street when I arrive, in a wifebeater, hipster tattoos proudly on display. Race non-specific, tight body, big arms, and a little girl with balloons trailing up his left pec. Welcome to the wonderful world of gay hookups!

'This way,' he says and grabs my ass.
'Wait,' I tell him, and he says,
'What? It's fine.' This from the man who suggested car fun the night before.

We get up to the apartment and it's too nice, big oak furniture. We stop in the doorway. 'Nice place,' I say.
'Yeah,' he nods, 'It's my friend's grandmother's.'
I'm not sure it's fair to say a light went on in those dark eyes. But something shifted, a shadow black across the surface, and he stopped, hand on my crotch.
'Wait,' he says, 'I feel uncomfortable.'

Two.
We're drinking coffee at the coffee shop downstairs. Well, I'm drinking coffee.
'I don't drink coffee,' he says. 'In fact, I'm almost vegetarian. I mean, I eat meat sometimes. And fish. Pescatarian, I should say. Haha. I mean, I have to keep healthy, I've found I've lost a lot of weight since I stopped. I mean, but I've kept all my muscle mass.'
'You work out a lot?'
'Yeah. All the time. I'm a model!'
His teeth are perfect and white like icicles.

Three.
In the doorway of his apartment, his massive dark cock still hanging out of his shorts. It's soft.
'I'm just...you know,' I say, 'You were all eager and I drove out here and you don't even have a place? I dunno...'
His eyes DO light up now, burning, and he takes a step back. Veins pulse in his arms, blood racing faster.
'Hey,' he says, 'Don't judge! I'm not some faggot off the street!'

Four.
'Are you masculine?' he texts me that morning, before we meet.
'Yeah bro,' I respond, even though I would never say bro in conversation.
Three minutes later he texts again, 'Are you masculine?'
Then, 'Come meet me now man.'

Five.
'I'm a model,' he says. All the ice in my coffee has melted. It's hot outside. 'But not porn though! Nothing like that.' He gives me what I can only describe as a stern look. I'm taller than him by about four inches, not that he's short. 'People just ask to take pictures of me, you know. Sometimes nudes. But never porn, I would never do that.'

Six.
'You're cute. I like white guys,' he tells me.

Seven.
'So I dropped out of High School. Yeah. At sixteen. I went on a roadtrip around South America. Like, all over. Then I came back, got my GED, started college. But I went travelling again. I've only been back for a few weeks...I've got two years left to graduate. I just love to see the world, I've lived in so many places. I've gotta finish school now, but after that, man, I'm off again. I'd love to be a diplomat. I know this one guy...'

Eight.
'I never normally hook up! You're probably the youngest guy I've hooked up with.'

Nine.
A carp tattoo winds its way up his abs. His six pack is perfect, pressed against paper thin skin. He tells me that the gay community is closed minded.

Ten.
'Don't judge!' His pecs press against the wife beater. 'I'm not some faggot off the street. I speak four languages, I've travelled around the world.' In his anger, the unmistakable hint of the 'gay lisp' creeps into his voice.

And then his phone rings and he says his girlfriend is home. I raise an eyebrow and he clarifies--his friend who's a girl. Whose grandmother's apartment it was.
'I gotta go! I'll see you later? Maybe tomorrow? My sister's house is free during the day.'
'Mmm, sure,' I reply as non-commitally as I know how, and watch his tight brown bulging tattooed body move away from me.

And so I'm left with a decision. Everything is a decision. I try to make strong ones.

But in this case, I can't tell you how many times I've changed my mind.

[arpeejay]

This is an interesting way to write a story -- I like it!

xoxo

Richard

[2bored]

Beautiful! Reminds me of a couple delusional hot guys I've dated.