The Inn (another story that takes place after In The Heat of The Moment)
He was coming back to town after being with his wife in Italy for a year. He called and told me where he would be staying and said to meet him on Saturday at a nearby bar and we would take it from there. I was excited to say the least. He was my first m2m and I wanted more.
Saturday arrived and an hour or more before we were supposed to meet I was sitting in the bar waiting. Eager? You bet!
He finally walked in the door, hair a little longer, body looking fit as usual, 6ā, 1" tall, 220 lbs, brownish blonde hair, clean shaven and the biggest smile. I could have melted. I should also tell you what he saw; I am 5'11", 225 lbs, stocky, blonde hair, sporting my stinger under my lower lip, smiling as hard as I could.
He was the first to say something yelling across the bar āHey you asshole what are we drinking?ā I couldnāt stop laughing as I ordered him a Corona. āHi, what the hell have you been doing in Italy? He wove a few stories that kept me laughing for the next 2 hours as we were drinking. Finally, he said āLetās get dinner.ā I suggested the place we were at hoping we could stay close to his place in case he was thinking the same thing I was.
He agreed with the restaurant we were at and he continued his stories and we ordered wine and had dinner it was getting late and he suggested we go back to his room which had a television and living room area. We stopped by a liquor store and picked up some vodka to have while we continued our stories.
We walked back to his Inn which is a very nice place, we get to his room which looks like a manās room, clothes strewn about, the bed unmade from an afternoon/post flight nap and the bathroom looks, well, looks like it should according to any man.