Sunday, August 21, 2011
I might be in trouble
I been chatting with him since, online through Growlr and through text messages. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm no fan of phone calls. Something in me just shuts down when I'm on the phone. Anyways, our chats have been friendly, funny, and showed true concern about how the other was doing.
We met for lunch on Saturday. Wifey was out of town for the day, so I had some unusual free time. Wifey's started making plans earlier in the week, so I started making plans as well. But her's were soft, and wouldn't be confirmed to the morning of. M was very understanding. I told him I felt bad about asking him to do something with me, without being able to commit myself. He responded with, "I don't mind, just let me know".
So we met for lunch. We knew that neither of our homes would be free, so we planned on meeting at a restaurant. Even though I had plenty of time to get there, I still ended up being a few minutes late. He was already seated. I wandered the place til I found him, and sat down myself.
He was obviously nervous, as was I. We were struggling to make small talk as the waiter got my drink and took our order. But the nervousness faded by the time we were eating. I was telling him things about myself I never imagined revealing. About the real me, my relationship with my wife, how I felt about cheating. He told me about his life too. His family, his recent breakup, his job. Very quickly we became old acquaintences just catching up on what's new in our lives.
He mentioned that he was hoping to go see a movie this weekend, so I asked if he wanted to go together. He asked if I had time, and after a quick check of my phone, I knew that I did. So I texted my wife that I was going to see a movie "alone", the alone was implied. I paid for lunch, and off we went.
We met each other at the restaurant, but I let M decide to take just one car to the restaurant. He had a nice car, and I felt completely comfortable getting into it, being completely at his mercy.
We went to see Fright Night. It was an entertaining movie. I certainly liked watching Colin Farrell, but I remembered him being cuter. M made me pick where we sat, since I had refused to make any other decision that day. I intentionally chose the seats in the back of the theatre, against the wall. You know, just in case we wanted to not be observed.
Being there was strange. A mix between the nervousness and exhilaration of a first date, and the relaxed, comfortableness of an old friend. I sat back, enjoyed the movie, and wondered about what might happen next. I think were about 20 or 30 minutes into the movie before his hand it's way into mine. Our hands explored each others for a while, then his found it's way onto my leg, and my onto his. He rubbed my inner thigh, I reciprocated. He made his way towards my crotch, massaging life into my cock.
We spent the entire movie with a hand on each other. Massaging whatever we could find, with the exception of a short break for me to run the restroom. I gotta say, I loved the attention. I loved every second of it. My wife and I never did anything like that at the movies, despite my attempts to initiate.
Unfortunately, though, the movie ended. We had no choice but to get up and leave. He made a comment as we got back into his car about how badly he wanted to suck my dick. My dick wanted badly to be sucked by him. But we had no plans to do anything else, and no place to go. So we drove back towards the restaurant.
Along the way, he asked if I minded if he stopped to go through a car wash. I said, "go for it", happy for anything to delay the end. He pulled into the car wash, and we used the cover to make out. I enjoyed kissing him, almost as much as I enjoyed him rubbing my crotch. But that too, unfortunately, ended.
A few minutes later, he was dropping me off at my car. I told him how much fun I had had, and repeated that again later in a text message.
So yeah, I think I might be in trouble. I had a lot of fun with M. I think even more so because it didn't end in sex. I have really begun to think of this guy as a friend. I know, there was a teasing of sex, an arousal. But I enjoyed just hanging out with him, the conversation, the openness, the jokes. I've realized that I care for M, and that is dangerous for me. I'm not sure if I can afford to worry about another persons feelings or well being. It's another ball to juggle in this daring tightrope act. But then again, maybe he's what I've been looking for.