Date Kiss

I was excited and surprised when I was told thru the grapevine that a really hot guy, V, was interested in me and wanted to know if I was on facebook.

My cock kind of flipped a little the first time I met him, a week previously. He was really ripped with olive skin. He said that he worked out all the time, and that he didn't masturbate because the extra testosterone helped build his leg muscles, which he was focusing on developing. I told him that he was crazy and should get laid. I suppose that he thought I could be the answer.

He added me on facebook and we met together to 'hang out' for the evening, which eventually became a movie evening. We saw each other a few days later and went for drinks. After our second meeting, I realized that I had discovered nearly everything about his personality. I made him believe that I wanted to keep on seeing him in hopes that soon his muscular, olive arms would be wrapped around my slender body. I had never been with anyone so beautiful, though he was shallow as a salt flat in the sun. V is for Vain.

We went out to a club and he drunk-drove me home. He kissed me in the car but couldn't stay.

The last time I saw him we had gone to a jazz show and he again drove me home. He has control issues and doesn't like to be driven. I slipped off my seat-belt and leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye. He said he was sorry, he was drunk the night before. He didn't want to kiss me.

I gave him a tour guide smile, said goodbye, and walked to my apartment without looking back.