About two months ago, I started flirting with a guy at a party – playing with the snappy buttons on his shirt. I had been drinking. We had talked a little bit earlier, he had asked me whether I was going to this particular party. I said yes, because, well, I was. He said he looked forward to seeing me – nice, but not going in any particular direction. We talked a little bit and I asked if I could play with his buttons. “Sure.” So for the next hour or so I did, much to the amusement of everyone else at the party. We ended up making out downstairs, me pushing him against the wall. Lovely subby boy.
We ended up deciding to take it further – checked in about the necessary safer sex stuff, asked about a room, found one. And oh my the sparks flew. We played for about an hour the first time – biting, fingering, touching all over. He made me cum more times than I could count before he even put a condom on and slide his cock in me. And a couple more times before he finished. Afterwards we just lay there and talked and touched.
Got up, then ended up going outside to sit in the hot tub with the people still left at the party (it was late), flirting with each other, and playing around with the other folks in the hot tub. I sat on his lap most of the time. We ended up going back in. And repeating the events of earlier with much enthusiasm.
Eventually we ended up going to bed on an inflatable mattress – he fell asleep, I got cold so I couldn’t. At some point during the night he woke up and saw I was cold, pulled me in close to share his warmth. I fell asleep right there, so I got a few hours that night. We showered together the next morning, left with phone numbers and a promise to get together again soon. And we did. And have several times since.
We have talked every day since via text – more than two months, for a bit of that across states. We are officially together – he is my boyfriend, my boy.
I think the rest is worth discussion later.
But for now, meet Grey Sky.