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.