The Adventure Continues

It was just another regular day. The sun was up. The skies were clear. I was sad errr... disappointed and horny. And so I browsed. Then I browsed some more. And there you were, in your birthday suit, looking for a possibility. I was impressed and you lived close.

"Twenty one..."

I thought for a moment. I tried to recall the legal age - the age of consent. If twenty one could buy beer, then twenty one must be old enough to have sex. I recalled the reasons for not being myself. I took a deep breath. Shook my head.

"Pointless...", I whispered.

I checked the picture again. I locked in the target. A short note was sent. I scheduled to meet him at the nearby supermarket. My phone rang exactly on the agreed hour. I am happy that they are always on time.

"Tristan here.", I casually said as I answered the phone.

"Hey, I'm parked in front of Starbucks.", you replied.

"Black car.", you continued.

Ok. Will meet you there.", I said as I hung up.

I started walking. From afar, I saw a black sports car - a thick gold line run on its side and on the hood. As I approached, someone got off the car and looked my way. I smiled. You smiled back. In front of you, I felt small - you were taller than I imagined. You extended your hand. I did the same.

"Nice to meet you Tristan."

"Likewise."

"So how's it going?", you asked.

I was speechless for a while. Before me was a black god. He was at least six feet, gym fit. He was wearing plaid shorts, a white V-neck tee which showed off the shape of his body and slippers.

"I just dropped off my sister at the mall. We have at least two hours."

"That would be just enough.", I assured him.

"Where are you from?", was the first thing he asked when we got in the car.

"Manila. Just moved here over a month ago.", I replied.

"Ever been with anyone from here yet?"

"You're the first.", I lied.

We went back to my apartment. And there it happened - the thing that I have long avoided for reasons I have kept to myself.

"So, is it okay if I date you?". he asked as he was getting dressed.

I looked at him, patted him on the back and smiled.

"I'm sorry, I don't date..."

He looked puzzled.

"Why?"

I snickered.

"I just don't."

I sensed that he was not happy with what he heard.

"But we can have sex again.", I continued.

Then he smiled.



Blogger's Note: This was supposed to be my comeback post. I was not ready then but now, I am. Bring it on, bitches. And so the adventure continues. Tristan is here to stay.