I arrived at your hotel 4pm this afternoon. Eager to see you, I climbed the walls, in my white Capri pants and chocolate stripped low cut shirt, not knowing where and when I could step on you. You did not know that I had been planning to visit you at this time, this day, even this week and I checked with your parents to be sure you were not going to be surprising me at home.
And suddenly there you appear, in the lobby between the fireplace and enormous picture window. You have your back to me and I quietly walk towards you. Standing on my toes and placing my hands over your eyes I whisper 'guess who' into your ear. You turn about slowly and knock me over abruptly with a hug. We fall to the floor laughing and drawing attention from people around us, but it's impossible even to think about caring, we simply do not see them.
Getting up off the floor, we sit on the couch in front of the fire, talking excitedly. You stroke my arm as we talk. Millions of shivers run up my spine and my stomach swims with butterflies. My eyes pour over you, noticing your well-defined arms, chest, and the way one ringlet of hair stands out from the rest. I feel your eyes moving over my body as well, my hair has a new lustrous shine to it and my body is more cut and bosomy than before. The mountain air and trees gives you a rugged smell and I take it in while watching your mouth move towards mine. The kiss; it is the sweetest, purest thing I have ever tasted! It sends waves of warmth to regions that you haven't visited in some time. I yearn and long for you. My mind is rolling a thousand times over because it feels so good to be seeing you in person and not just as a boy in a photograph. I want to take it further though, I want to touch you more, be enveloped by your strong arms, and feel you within me. And so I touch your knee with a suggestive glint in my eyes.
You immediately stand up; bringing me up with you and taking me by the hand, guide me down a long, empty hall. It's hard to walk while I nibble your ear, but we manage. Outside now, we stroll talking, along a back trail with our hands in each other's back pockets. It feels good to be like this again. Hungrily I caress your hard cheeks through your tight, black work pants. I can't wait to rip them off you.