Thursday, May 19, 2005
BENDOVER BOYFRIENDS I HAVE KNOWN (Part 6)
B and D have a long conversation on certain compounds in certain drugs. B has already said he works as a chemist. For a large pharmaceutical company in the area. Along the way, he talks about his wife, the muff diver. Unfortunately their union is now in chaos, they are in the middle of a rather stressful divorce. She wants to opt out and go for a totally lesbian lifestyle.
B mentions rather wistfully, almost shyly, that he has a 3-year-old son. I am feeling sad to hear this, I wonder where/with whom the kid will end up. But B doesn't want to dwell on that, he is still keen to devise more fun with us that night.
Only now the night is into the next day already. B thinks it would be great if we headed to Tijuana, he knows this great bar where he can buy me a private lap dance. He really is set on buying me a lap dance. A cross-border raiding party at two a.m. Great, we're thinking, but it's getting late we say. Well, why don't you drive by my house tomorrow on your way back to L.A. and we can have more fun, B suggests. That does sound great, so we plan for that.
B finally leaves, he seems really reluctant to break the spell and walk out the door. D and I stay awake a bit longer, trying to unwind ourselves. The cellphone rings, it's B. He is having second thoughts about meeting the next day. He had forgotten that his wife was coming over to the house to move some stuff out. It would not be prudent if she interrupted his little sex party. We concur with B's sentiments, that would NOT be a good position for him to be caught in. Especially with a kid involved.
But we are wondering if he is having second thoughts about the entire night. Did he bite off more than he could chew, after all?
We dropped him a friendly email once we got home, thanking him for a lovely night. But we would never know, since we never heard from B again. My partner D is a bit crestfallen; his feelings were already turning into an attachment for the guy, and D is not one to feel that way normally. Not that he doesn't want to find a steady male friend, but he feels like I do about his own sex. He has a hard time trusting men emotionally, as I do women.
For this past year though, since that encounter, I have often thought of that powerful image of B, lying down atop that motorcycle. Naked. Hard as a rock, somewhere beyond the back of beyond.
TO BE CONTINUED
B mentions rather wistfully, almost shyly, that he has a 3-year-old son. I am feeling sad to hear this, I wonder where/with whom the kid will end up. But B doesn't want to dwell on that, he is still keen to devise more fun with us that night.
Only now the night is into the next day already. B thinks it would be great if we headed to Tijuana, he knows this great bar where he can buy me a private lap dance. He really is set on buying me a lap dance. A cross-border raiding party at two a.m. Great, we're thinking, but it's getting late we say. Well, why don't you drive by my house tomorrow on your way back to L.A. and we can have more fun, B suggests. That does sound great, so we plan for that.
B finally leaves, he seems really reluctant to break the spell and walk out the door. D and I stay awake a bit longer, trying to unwind ourselves. The cellphone rings, it's B. He is having second thoughts about meeting the next day. He had forgotten that his wife was coming over to the house to move some stuff out. It would not be prudent if she interrupted his little sex party. We concur with B's sentiments, that would NOT be a good position for him to be caught in. Especially with a kid involved.
But we are wondering if he is having second thoughts about the entire night. Did he bite off more than he could chew, after all?
We dropped him a friendly email once we got home, thanking him for a lovely night. But we would never know, since we never heard from B again. My partner D is a bit crestfallen; his feelings were already turning into an attachment for the guy, and D is not one to feel that way normally. Not that he doesn't want to find a steady male friend, but he feels like I do about his own sex. He has a hard time trusting men emotionally, as I do women.
For this past year though, since that encounter, I have often thought of that powerful image of B, lying down atop that motorcycle. Naked. Hard as a rock, somewhere beyond the back of beyond.
TO BE CONTINUED
