Now that my now so-called-ex came back from the work related trip at Amsterdam and it’s been a full week without me having to neither see him nor hear his voice and I must divulge, it has it been lonely. The silence that hit my ears with no resonances of his voice that sounded out over and over again seemed to have crawled back whenever it came from, is it because I am over him or the situation? I dunno. I really missed him and when I received his call this Friday I was thrilled and joyful to hear his voice and finally reconnected again.
“Hey Luther… There’s my friend’s party tonight and if you free, I’d love you to tag along” he said. I was free, besides being free there was no way I can say no to him, to my boo, my now turned to lets-just-have-fun buddy. I was excited to see him and we kissed and everything ran effortlessly until we go to the party.
Since I knew he was coming this Friday I sailed straight to Markham and bought him a watch which I myself was fond of and it is really a lovely piece of design which I wasn’t ready to let go of it before I enlightened to him about the history behind that timepiece. Me having to buy him a wristwatch instead of buying myself a pair of shoes which I ain’t got nun but because my heart and my love for him is explainable, I chose him and his stunning smile even thou it took two months of saving the little that I have and more than anything it gives me the greatest desire to see him smile or anyone else for that matter. I want him to value, respect it and know it isn’t just an ordinary watch with no importance and remember me with it.
But anywho… Got there and wow, good-looking old or probably getting there “old” people which is totally acceptable because the white dude that threw the party turned 30 but the problem is that they looked retired, retired from life and being wild or was it the music played that I didn’t feel the vibe or it was just the time difference between me and them or it was just me for having to think the total opposite of the party like I imagined it to be which I believe killed me because… look now?. There I was, in a reunion of gang of friends. Clinches thrown around, and right at that instant I took a flight of stairs and thought of my blog, a very fascinating story for my blog, let along the night entirely.
After settling Litha approached me and said “You must be having fun huh?!”… I laughed and said “actually no I am not”. He then said “I Know!” and on the other hand there was my boo dancing with some gay boy which I made it not my business or was he in it to for dancing or make Vince envious? Nice try. On that building block there was a private function pub which we went to after that party and man, I was feeling the vibe. Finally some good deep, commercial house and hip hop music. Met a stranger which claimed to be straight but my gaydar identified a lying gay man but we had a good long convo going not long when I saw my guy going to the restroom then I followed him.
Waited for him to get out of that room coz I didn’t know which he used. The moment he opened the door I quickly ran to it and pushed him back inside and he asked, “ooh you also here to pee?” then I replied… “no silly, I am for you!”. Got in and locked the door and enthusiastically and zealously threw myself on him and started kissing him, as much as he wanted to go I firmly held on to his no sleeve hoody right at his hips and pulled him right back closer to me and kissed him. While at it, pushed him right to the partition without letting go of him with our lips interlocked and kissed him again and again even still insisted on going back to the guys we were with. Could have seen his shining face, He loved it! It was a stolen 5 minutes of pleasure and somehow it felt like we were back in high school. First time kissing a boy and all the games and the hiding or even better, like the first time getting so intimate together. I loved it and it was so exciting. Even took a selfie right after he left and I was drunk or perhaps I was getting there.
funny how much he has just been around and its bitter sweet, from knowing all the lodges around which he probably used them for sex, in a way its disgusting and makes me question his past. He was a busy boy plus he can do anything for sex, which says a lot about his age but I am judging and I should probably not. All the lodges were booked and everything has an ending and ours ended at the factory. Boy! It’s actually not bad as people make it to be or how I imagined it to be. It’s a huge place and the same stranger that I was with at that function pub was there, same dude my gaydar read on was there with a dude and he said “Hey Vince, shit happens” lmao I knew my gaydar never lies but hey…. As tired as I was, did our part and drove back around 5 am in the morning and along side the high way we stopped and snoozed there…
All out of honesty, I love and enjoyed being with him. I just dunno what’s so special about him, what is it about him? He just have a cute smile thou. In fact thinking about him just makes me wear a huge smile on my face. #T.P I LOVE YOU
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