Paul nervously paced around his living room. Months of chatting online had led to this moment. He was stepping out of his comfort zone and meeting Christopher for the first time. Paul had many admirers in the chat room he frequented. Men and women seemed to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. That same charisma never seemed to translate to his real life.
His major problem was nobody believed he was gay. Standing tall and muscular, he was a solid man. He kept his hair buzzed and with the loose fitting clothes he wore, most mistook him for a street thug ready to beat them, instead of the sweet tender man lover he was.
Paul many times joked that somehow he missed the gay gene during development; well, all but the most important one, the gene that makes him love cock. He would much rather watch sports then reality TV. His fashion sense was nonexistent and all the local delivery places knew him by name. He could not cook; in fact, if it weren't for delivery he would exist on cereal and toast.
His life had become a lonely one. He worked as a guard at the local prison. Moreover, when he wasn't at work or visiting Nana in the hospital he was online. Gay chat had become his family after his own turned their backs on him. He found comfort and solace in the chat room daily.
Many people visit the chat rooms on regular bases. Most are just looking for cyber, phone sex or a hook up. That is expected from any chat room. Surprisingly, a core group was just looking for friendship. There was an understanding among them that the internet was a realm for a fantasy existence and their presence there did not translate into a real life relationship.
This understanding, unspoken as it was, gave them the freedom to be more themselves then they ever dared to be in real life. It is ironic how it takes a world of pure make believe for people to become who they really are. It was in this realm that Paul lost his heart.
Christopher Ryan, as his chat friends knew him, was a kind and tender man. He worked with children that had developmental disabilities. He worked long hard hours and often times never took a day off. This left Chris' life lacking luster. As a way to unwind, he too would log on to chat. He also found solace in the same core group that Paul did and a friendship blossomed.
Chris was not as shy as Paul was about meeting someone from the internet so he patiently waited for Paul to take the plunge. After months of heavy flirting and subtle nagging, Chris was able to talk Paul into a real time mini-vacation. Chris was flying to Illinois to meet Paul. Together, they would take the rental car and drive to California.
There is this saying, 'behind every great man is an even greater woman' well this normally implies a man's wife. For a gay man, this great woman is his 'hag.' This applied to Chris and Paul as well. They had both found their female counterparts in the same chat room. As luck would have it, Monique and Lindsay lived only a couple hours from each other in California. This created the perfect excuse for a road trip.
"Ding-dong," Paul's heart leaped at the sound of his doorbell. He stopped pacing and stood motionless as his hands began to sweat. The doorbell rang again. Paul took a deep breath and walked nervously to the door.
'There is no backing out now,' Paul thought to himself. With shaking hands, he opened the door.
Paul stood speechless as he gazed into Christopher's eyes. Deep pools of green left him hypnotized and unable to form a complete thought. Chris was considerably shorter and had a petite almost feminine frame. His sun-kissed blond hair was the perfect accent for his eyes.
"Damn, this is easier on the computer," Paul mumbled aloud.
"Well if you let me in we can sit at the table and pretend to type," was Chris' quick-witted response. Both men began to laugh as the ice melted away.
"Please, come in," Paul stepped aside, "how was your flight?"
Chris smiled, "It was long and nerve-racking."
"Nerve-racking? Was there a lot of turbulence?"
"Oh no, nothing like that," Chris blushed, "I was just nervous about the cute man waiting on the other end."
Paul shut the door and looked over at Chris, "Nervous about me, why?"
Chris walked toward Paul and backed him up against the door, "Because I knew that the moment I saw you I would want to do this," Chris wrapped a hand around Paul's neck and pulled him down to meet his lips in a soft tender kiss.
Paul responded by wrapping his arms around Chris' narrow body and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened as Paul parted Chris' lips, invading his mouth with his strong muscle. A whimper escaped Chris as he pressed his body harder against Paul. Their tongues began dueling for control as the kiss became more passionate. Chris finally broke free. Breathlessly he said, "I wasn't sure how you would respond."
Paul whispered into his ear, "And now?"
Chris groaned, "And now, I am not sure I can keep my hands off you."
"Then don't!" Paul murmured as he began to kiss Chris' neck. Chris moaned and held Paul firmly against his neck. He began to squirm in Paul's arms as Paul began to stab his tongue into a bundle of nerve endings Chris did not realize he had.
