Still Coming>>>

You all know where this should probably go, but I didn't want that to happen just yet. My sexuality and need for stimulation always ran at the forefront of my mind, but I needed to nurture this one so as not to scare the dude away. I let him put his hand on my knee and slowly move it up my leg. I even let him feel my hardness for a minute or two but then I got up and acted as though I had to piss. In fact, I went to the bathroom and completed his job, which, admittedly didn't take too long then asked him where I could sleep. He led me to a wonderful "spare" room with a four poster bed and all the electronic toys I could imagine. He brushed my forehead with is lips and left shutting the door. I told him to go ahead and leave it open while, I began to explore the things around me.

I kept a keen ear tuned to what was going on within the house as I acted as if I had become completely engrossed in my "play." He moved around cleaning up our slight debris and slowly walked by the room going, I would believe, toward his. He stopped just on the other side of the doorway and looked toward where I would lie, so, I decided to go to where he could see me. I slowly took off my shirt and pants, then turned to sit upon the bed. Knowing full well that my boxers were a peep show on their own, I pulled my legs up to my chest and let him see what he wanted to see. Then slowly slid my legs around, giving him just a bit more, and under the covers. I lied there looking at the ceiling and making plans for about twenty minutes before hearing the toilet flush and a door almost silently close. My plan was well under way.

A couple of hours after he went to bed, I got up and did some detective work. I wanted to find out all the things he had, without being to obtrusive. I found paintings, photographs, jars and jars of coins, money hidden in a cabinet, a check book with a sizable amount of money written in it, and closets full of nice clothes and shoes. I also found, upon re-entering the room I was in, $200.00 in cash on the pillow. I was obviously not quite as sneaky as him, but I was happy nonetheless. This was going to work better than I had hoped. I found a phone, called one of my younger companions and asked him to come get me. Within about twenty minutes I met him down the street at a gas station and we left to do a bit of mutual sucking. He then took me to his house where we slept until about noon.

I decided to use the money to go get a bit of weed then go hang out at the beach. The beach was and always will be a prime spot to find someone who might want a little bit of something in exchange for something else, so I figured it was worth a shot, besides, I really liked listening to the waves and just watching people as they tried to be good to one another. It was fucking hilarious to watch these guys trying to do whatever they could to make their girls happy and vice versa. What a waste of time. My world was much easier, and more exciting. Hell, as I've already told you, my life was all about me and everyone else be damned, at least after I got what I could from them. I had even heard, through the grapevine, that some of my conquests had run into a bit of trouble with the law due to our relationship, though nothing could be proven because that would have put a huge crimp in my ability to do what I liked. I would never admit to anything.

Its Coming>>>

I have to admit I was pretty excited about the whole thing. I mean, after all I had never been with someone who actually had things. Up until this point it was all about conquest and sex, now it was about the possible accumulation of "stuff." The dude wasn't too bad looking either which made it all that much better. In fact, if I were to actually "like" someone, he could have been that person. Too bad I was such a shallow motherfucker.

Anyway, the place was something I would have loved to have myself, and could feel myself trying to find a way to get. My guy was all too willing to show me around but was also very self-conscious about who might see us roaming. He avoided the windows, especially if there was a light near. He didn't want to go outside in the back. He didn't even want me to go back toward the front of the house. Instead, he directed me to his huge TV and the Atari game system. I wasn't a huge fan of the stuff but I was a whiz at Pac Man so was therefore hooked. While playing he fixed me food, my favorite, garlic butter sauteed shrimp and greasy deep fried french fries, and brought me something to drink. At first I thought it was something alcoholic but it turned out to be just a Pina Colada mix. It was superb. I even think he made it from scratch.

Soon he asked if I might rather watch a movie or something. I was in awe as he showed me a collection like I had never before seen. He had more video tapes than any movie rental place in all my travels, though they had admittedly not been very extensive. I sat on the couch and we put in one of my favorite comedies of all time, Up in Smoke with Chech and Chong. Oh, I know I was too young to have seen it originally, but my mother took me to the drive-in when I was real small and I always heard she and her friends quote various lines. As soon as it was playing, the guy came to sit with me. He didn't exactly sit right next to me but there was less than three feet between us. Every time something funny happened, he would put his semi-slap his hand near me and chuckle. On the third time he did that, I put my hand on top of his but he pulled away without looking at me. The next time he tentatively placed his hand near my thing and I put mine back on his. This time he stayed. I rubbed the top of his hairy left hand with my supple thumb and he slowly began to move his around so we were caressing each other palm to palm.