bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings

Wednesday, July 16, 2003
they've just been waiting in a mountain for the right moment

Those few hours after work Monday night, and before falling into a comfortable sleep gave me that time where one reviews the past day, the sleeping, the laughing, the kissing, and the rest that happened in the previous 24 hours. The comfort of sleeping alone comes best after the comfort of sleeping against a warm, affectionate body. He wasn't too keen on me taking facepics, but I managed a few body ones, then he grabbed the camera and took a couple of me. I knew the first night we met that it wouldn't be a longterm thing, but somehow that feeling was reassuring rather than off-putting. Somehow it's allowed me to relax, and enjoy whatever comes. We seemed to have surprised ourselves that night - me being comfortable enough to explore new things, him being comfortable enough to be so open and affectionate with a guy in an anonymous setting. Hence the phonecall from him a few days later, and my giddiness at hearing him say he kept thinking about me since that night we met. When I left Monday afternoon, having thoroughly enjoyed the time we spent together, and he gave me 3 or 4 kisses at the 190th St. subway stop, he made me promise to call him soon. I tried to do the "wait a few days thing", but when I got home last night, there was a message from him already, only 24 hours later. I called back, but it was too late, well after midnight, and got his machine.

I don't know when I'll see him again, our works schedules are very different - we don't have a single day off in common, and we live at opposite ends of this island. But I am enjoying the moments when my mind drifts to the little things, and I get that tiny smile, thinking of his silliness, the gentleness of his mouth on mine, those 22 hairs at the small of his back that I enjoy licking.