same as mine, but he was closer to it.
I'd been half expecting a St. Andrews Cross in the living
room. I think I was a little disappointed. Eric did have a lot
of leather, but in the form of a modern black-and-chrome
sofa and chairs arranged in front of a flat-screen television
hooked up to a bunch of high-end equipment.
'You have a Wi. Sweet.'
'Ever played?' Typical male, proud to show off his toys,
Eric grinned and headed for the TV.
'Sure. Not for a while, though.'
'Want to try a game of tennis? I know it's not the latest
'Want to try a game of tennis? I know it's not the latest
and greatest, but it's stil fun.' He held up the controler.
That's how we ended up playing video games instead of
canoodling on the couch under a blanket, hoping our
hands met in the popcorn bowl. Eric had a wicked
backhand, and yet he let me win. We laughed a lot as we
played, sharing the sort of random conversation that lets
you get to know someone without treading into territory
too intimate for a first date.
If that was what this was. I had my doubts. Brushed teeth
aside, Eric didn't seem to have any intentions about putting
any moves on me, if he ever had. It had been a long time
since I read a guy wrong, but it wasn't impossible. When
at last we colapsed together onto his slippery leather
couch, Eric's smile didn't give me any clues one way or the
other.
I was flummoxed, to say the least, my confidence shaken.
I remembered the trip to Sensations, and how the clerk
had set me back. I didn't get a gay vibe from Eric, and in
any case, if he liked boys, why had he invited me over in
the first place? No. Something was most definitely up and
unfortunately for me it didn't seem to be his cock.
I excused myself to use his bathroom. And yes, I looked in
his medicine cabinet. Anyone who says they've never done
it is a liar or forgot to add the 'yet' to the end of that sentence. I found shaving gel, ibuprofen, Tom's Natural
Toothpaste and a jumbo box of condoms. In the cabinet
beneath the sink I found toilet paper, extra towels and a
few scant cleaning supplies. Like the rest of his apartment,
Eric's bathroom was apparently kink free.
I shouldn't have been so surprised. After al, my own place
wasn't decorated in early-medieval dungeon, either. And
there had never been anything in any of the notes or lists to
indicate he was into hard-core bondage or pain play,
unless I'd been so focused on getting my own rocks off I
hadn't read between the lines. Who knew what those
notes had meant to him?
I had to find out.
He'd put the movie in the DVD player and was popping
