My British Lover.

by J.P.

16 Nov 2012 1133 readers Score 5.6 (21 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


As I slept, all I could see is his face. His perfect, smooth, boyish face. With blue eyes and short blond hair. With a cute dimple on his left cheek. His name is Sean, my British lover. 

Let me tell you about myself. My name is Tommy, I stand at 5' 6" tall. I am gay. I first came out to my parents when I was 15. They were extremely supportive of me through high school, and they knew they had to be. I grew up in the Bronx, not too far from Yankee stadium, but know one knows that I actually am a Red Sox fan. Shhh! ;) so being from the Bronx, I can tell you from experience, you do not wanna fuck with anyone from the Bronx! I learned the hard way when one of the kids that picked on me cornered me in an alley and heat me up. They didn't know I was gay, so instead, they made fun of me in other ways. Like my height. I'm a pretty small dude, not very big, so I've been treated as a punching bag for most of my life. But that's in the past now, I'm 22 and finally ready to move on from my past. Now, let me tell you how I met Sean.

I was going to manhattan island to get some groceries from the local convenience store on the corner of 16th and 7th. The subway trains were always packed as you might already know. Thankfully, I don't need to walk very far from my apartment to the state street station. It's probably a five minute walk. As I boarded the L train which stops at stations like: Yankee stadium, ground zero, Penn station, I noticed a cute boy, around 19 wearing a black V-neck T-shirt which complimented his biceps and chest very well. He probably stood around 6'2" maybe 6'3" he has short blond hair, and his left ear has been pierced. My god, he was cute! I walked over casually and sat sown a few seats away.

"hey man, I'm Tommy. where you headin'?" I asked extending my hand.

"sean." he said shaking my hand "im trying to get to flushing. I have some family over there I would like to see." he was British! How cute!

" well Sean, your on the wrong train. But if you get off at Penn station, you can catch a train to flushing." I said casually.

"thanks, mate. Where are you headed?" he asked with a smile.

"there's a little convenience store over on manhattan island I go to to get some groceries."

"you live Alone or something?" he asked.

"yeah. In the Bronx." I said as the train stopped at Penn station. He didn't get off. How strange. I thought to myself. 

"you know, that's Penn station." I said. He got up and walked over towards the door just as it closed.

"aww. You wanker!" he said with a smile. He walked back towards me and sat next to me. "well, it looks like your giving me a tour of manhattan." he said looking at me.

"ok. Hey, um... Do you maybe want to hang out tonight? I know this place called "slash" in Brooklyn and it's really fun. Would you like to go?" I asked innocently.

"sure mate! I'll be at your place at say, 8?" he replied.

"yeah! That would be great." I said. I wrote down directions to get to my apartment and handed it to him. "oh, by the way, don't judge me but it's a gay bar. Is that cool?" I said looking at him.

"yeah. That's cool! I don't mind." he said.

"good."

We talked until I got off. He wanted to come with me so I let him. We walked through times square, wall street, broadway. And finally made it to the convenience store. Before we entered, he stopped me. 

"wait." he said looking around, as If he wants to make sure no one is listening. He grabbed my face gently, and laid a soft kiss on my lips. His lips were full and tasted wonderful. He pulled away. I opened my eyes.

"that was unnecessary. If I offended you i apol-" I kissed him back.

"screw the club. You wanna Come to my place instead?" I asked pulling away.

"brilliant." he said with a smile. We gathered groceries for my apartment and caught a train back to the Bronx. We got off at my station and I walked him to my apartment. I opened the door and stepped inside. It's a small place, with a bedroom, A small kitchen and a living room and a full bathroom. 

"you live here?" he asked.

"well when you have 1 job as a dish washer and another as a waiter, this is all you can afford." 

"you work two jobs?"

"you have to in this economy. I'm bleeding money right now. Thank god my rent is income based. I only pay $225 in rent because I make less then 50,000 a year. I make around 22,000 combined." I explained.

"I'm sorry for you mate." he said with a sad look in his eyes.

"naw, it's alright. I get by."

We stood there awkwardly. Sean stepped towards me and landed a soft kiss on me again. I pulled away.

"Sean, we can't be seen together in this neighborhood."

"why not?"

"it's the Bronx, Sean. You don't know what could happen to you here. I've had my apartment broken into 3 times already."I explained.

"you poor guy."

"yeah. Well, I've lived in the Bronx all my life. You get used to it." I said with a shrug.

"well, I gotta run. I've got a plane to catch back to England. Here's my number." he handed me a small post it note. 

"thanks." I said with a smile. 

"well, cheers mate." he said leaving my apartment. 

"bye."