Finding My Soulmate

At exactly 7:00 PM the house intercom buzzed.

“Yes?”

“This is your date for the evening, Bobby Ray, asking if I should wait in the car or do you want me to come upstairs?”

“Come on up.”  I said with a chuckle and buzzed him into the building.

Five knocks, short pause followed by two knocks.

I opened the door to find the most gorgeous man on the planet standing before me.  Tight, faded 501s, black long-sleeved shirt, untucked, unbuttoned over a white t-shirt.  New-looking sneakers.

“Come in handsome.”

“Well, thank you gorgeous.”

As he stepped inside, we both became a little nervous.  How do we greet each other?  I stepped closer to him and put my arms around him. He wrapped his strong, hard-muscled arms around me and held me tight.

He pulled away from me, with sweating eyes.  I wondered what was going on with this guy. I wondered also what was going on with me.

“Bobby, are you OK?”

“Yes, just a little crazy when I’m around you. When I am with you, I feel happier than I have for a long time. I have thought about nothing else except you since we met earlier today. Is this normal?”

I smiled at him trying to set him more at ease.

“Chris, I haven’t been around anyone other than my colleagues at work for more than two years.  I had my last date more than two years ago.  The only sex I have had during that time has been with my right hand.”

I gave him a sympathetic look and smiled.

“I just fucking gave up on trying to figure out women.  When my gay buddy from work suggested the gay boyfriend on the side thing, I wasn’t at all opposed to trying it.  I surprised myself, actually, at how readily I accepted it.  Then when the Seal guy told me about you, I felt like someone had thrown me a life line.  Today when I first laid eyes on you, I knew something in my head had changed.  I was a bit frightened by the feeling. I had a huge rush like a great change had taken place and also like an old friend had just shown up.  I can’t explain any of it really, but I had this rush of happiness all of a sudden.”

“I feel flattered but I don’t want to sound conceited. It has been about two years since my last encounter with another man.  When I first saw you, I wanted to turn around and run away. I took one look at you and told myself you were out of my league.”

“Don’t be silly, man.  You’re a nice guy.  Kind and considerate if my instincts are correct.  Anyway, we can do a test drive and see how things go.  You know, I surprised myself at the gardens this morning when I ushered you into that toilet stall.  I have no experience with gay men, but I felt so natural about the way I did that.”

“I found it very hot.  I like straight men and doms who take charge and control the situation.  You impressed the fuck out of me.  We can talk more about sex after dinner, when we get back to my place and relax with a couple of tequila shots.”

“Sounds like a plan, but for now, we should get underway.  I made reservations but had to sweet talk a waiter I know there.  I’m not sure but I think he is flirting with me when I eat there.”

“Who wouldn’t want to flirt with a stud like you?”

In the parking lot, the gentleman opened his car’s passenger-side door for me.  That felt strange.

As Bobby Ray drove out of the apartment building parking lot, he said, “About dinner.  We’re going to the best BBQ and ribs place in DC.  The ribs can get messy if you eat them with enjoyment in mind, so jeans and t-shirt are appropriate.  Is that OK, BBQ?”

“It’s your invite, you choose the place.”

“Well, that’s a first for me on a date.  I get to choose the place and my date doesn’t want to go someplace else.”

At dinner I had BBQ and Bobby ordered ribs.  We talked about our jobs.  He’s a Marine Raider, part of the elite Marine force.  I am an International Radio Broadcaster at the Voice of America, also known as the VOA.  I do English-language news for listeners around the world.  The job title may be more exciting than the job.

We engaged in a lot of small talk over dinner.  I was surprised at Bobby’s ability to flirt, even though it was with another man - me.

The food was delicious and the waiter was flirting with Bobby a lot.  I was amused and flattered that the guy I was with was being hit on by the waiter.

Back at my apartment building, during the elevator ride up to the eighth floor, I asked Bobby, “Was this a date?”

“I guess it was.  There is more behind our going out to dinner that just two buddies having dinner together.  You’re taking me back to your place for tequila shots and who knows what else.  So, I think we have to call it a date.  And, the time span since the last date has come to a halt, finally.”

“Have a seat Bobby and I’ll get the booze.”

Looking out the window in my living room, Bobby said, “You have a nice view from up here, a great over view of Washington, DC in the distant.  Nice.”  He turned and took a seat on the couch.

With bottle and shot glasses in hand, I joined him on the couch and poured two shots.  “You wan a beer to go with the shots?”

“Yeah, that would be great.  But I don’t want to get drunk.  I want to be well aware of everything that happens tonight.  But, a couple of shots to take the edge off will be good.”

“So, Bobby Ray, you are a straight man who is venturing into the world of gay men and gay sex.  What do you not do?”

“I don’t know, really.  I never thought about it. I assumed we would just decide on things as they come.”

I looked at him for a second and then offered an example.” Please don’t say you do anything that is not too gay. That’s a popular response to the question from most straight men who are curious and want to experiment.”

He laughed. “I don’t know what my true comfort zone is with same sex fooling around.  Never done any of it, none at all. But kissing is kissing.  A blowjob is a blowjob and fucking is fucking. Just minor differences for the gay versions, as I see it.  This may sound crude, but most marines have the attitude that a hole is a hole and a face fuck is a face fuck.”

I weighed for a few seconds something I was about to do.  Fuck it.  He can freak or not.  I put my glass down on the coffee table, and turned facing Bobby, knees straddling his thighs.  I sat back on his legs and asked, “Does this bother you?”

He blushed a little, smiling like a Cheshire Cat, and put his hands on my hips.  “Feels pretty sexy to me.”

I leaned in closer, my lips getting closer to his. “How about this close?”

“Well, you’re giving me a boner and anything that can make my dick hard can’t be bad.”

I pressed my lips against his and remained still.  After a few seconds I felt his tongue on my lips, running back and forth and then he pushed his warm, wet tongue between my lips and rubbed his tongue against mine, exploring new territory.

Bobby moaned loudly and suddenly grabbed my head with both hands and continued the kiss, savagely, hot, wild and deep.  After a couple of minutes, he pulled back, looking at me with huge eyes and said, “Holy fuck. Holy fuck.  That was fucking awesome. He grabbed my hand and pressed into his crotch.  See what you do to me.”  He was so fucking hard and I was so happy about that.  He wasn’t resisting but was moving quickly into this new adventure that he seemed to be enjoying.

I rubbed the side of his face with one hand, caressing his handsome face and realizing I was as hard as he was.

Bobby jumped up from the couch, grabbed my hand and said, which way to the bedroom?  I need you so much, I can hardly wait to get naked with you.”  He literally dragged me to my feet and headed to the hallway leading to the rest of the apartment.

 To be continued