An aspect of my life

Obviously I don’t expect to see the guy every day as I have much of a life apart from these events. But he has been on my mind, ok there was a kinky text over new years, but I was drunk.

So I heard nothing from him. Apparently he has some girlfriend that lives in another country that he has quite a few problems with. Then again I have attention elsewhere also, but don’t do relationships.

Called him tonight, not worth playing games I thought. He couldn’t really talk, in company I believe so he shall call me tomorrow and where things lead from here I do not know.

The second round seemed to have cured his breathing difficulties he had had from the first time (or cocaine). I was lying there somewhere between sleep and consciousness thinking, thanking about the fuck I had previously had. A guy of my affections by my side, it was light and had been for a while. We were looking for a way out his dad was up and about and Malcolm didn’t really want to upset his father from our somewhat ‘wrong doings’ so we lay there longer talking a bit more, realising even at thirty-eight you can still feel as immature as you were at eighteen.

When the door went and it seems that his father had left, convenient, but was it for our sakes, was he aware that I was shagging his son in his cellar? It certainly saved our ideas of escape. So we departed to his car, not looking o good due to events of night before and lack of a hairbrush for me.

It was too bright outside, sensitive eyes brought in the locality of a Saturday morning in the village so swiftly to the car. A BMW I find, ‘flash git’ I call him sarcastically, don’t know how he took it. We drive, where too? Both as indecisive as each other, we wasn’t coffee? Fruit juice? Breakfast? Well not feeling too with it quite honestly so just cruise round for nearly an hour wondering where to go on this beautiful winters morning.

After much debating we end up in another town, somewhat nearby. Parking was the first issue, the next his paranoid wonderings of how we look together. I didn’t really care how I looked, I didn’t feel that good. Went to a café at last, after seating and a pinch on the arse from him that everybody seemed to notice, I got a Mocha him a toasty and whitewine(?, at least not a spritza!). Paranoia past, I was just trying to take it in, it was all pretty random to me and wasn’t really in the right mood to concentrate.

After that it was the drive home, luckily we got back to the parking lot in time and obviously both wanted to meet up again and soon! And so I was dropped home, not quite outside my house of course. I took his number, ‘contact him soon’. It was new years eve daytime and how honestly I got through that night I’m not too sure.

So a few drinks and quite a few cigerettes later (he swears he's giving up soon, hmm. We had to be so very quiet as he did not wish for his Father to emerge. He showed me a photo of his late Mother (where we have another connection) of whom I realised I have a resemblance to.
Cutting it short we moved on downstairs with a cuppa coffee each to a rather nicely decked out cellar where he carries out some of his computer work. So was down there but a sofa bed, but before that somehow a few lines of cocaine emerged, and all was good fun. But the discussion of what was to happen, it was blatant what we both wanted however, were we both sure?

I soon knocked it on the head telling him how much I wanted him and it went from there. A swift change from a sofa to a bed and the clothes were very soon coming off. I don’t know how in depth to go from here, but he was fascinated, I have quite a few body modification (piercings, tattoos etc) and obviously a very much younger body than that he is use to. So it began, and it was pretty damn good, though he had to take a break or to ‘cos apparently he was so turned on and his heart was pounding. He took my hand to his chest; it was pumping so fast (cocaine and testosterone combined) he was slightly worried about a heart attack(?!).

And then it was over, all to swiftly it seemed. But we embraced and talked somewhat, though I lack coversation in some matters. The issue of contraception was brought up, but I informed him that I was on the pill altough that does not cover STDs.We began to drift off and I let him play with my decoration (piercings) in the genital region until we settled to try and sleep.

Not long before it started again, he entered me from behind before moving on top. Though not lasting too long because of the apparent too much enjoyment and hoe perhaps how we should try to get a little more sleep or at least rest as it was only about half hour sleep we managed that whole night, So until the morning, or at least later that morning…

So here I was working a Friday night five till close after a week off over the christmas period. Sticking to the point my eyes were watching the door as the evening passed by, a fairly busy one for the holiday period but relaxed as the authority was out that night. Stressed out my head and a certain lack of glasses saw him enter at about tennish, yes I knew he had entered but of course playing the game didn’t show my interest and carried on my duties behind the bar, his father entered about a half hour before so I knew Malcolm was due.

So his turn came to be served and we talked, yes I get larrie when I am stressed so provoked rather interestingly kind of flirtatious conversation. He enquired to where I had been the past week and so forth and I questioned his inviter to that certain drink he had brought up a week before hand. This mood carried till close (11.00 time at the bar), and the result was I would meet him later after I had finished at a neighbouring bar with a later licence.

After a quick drink after my shift I progressed to the neighbouring pub to find him with another few locals I know and am friendly with. Had to shake off a guy who fancies me like hell, but after a brief chat and a ‘how do you do’ they left, leaving Malcolm and myself to ourselves.

I had bought two pints for myself, which I swiftly downed after a busy night, and he offered my third. We enquired about each other lives outside of my pub and I discovered that he had ‘a mad crush on me’. The chemistry was obvious, though he couldn’t believe I was only eighteen, I didn’t care, I thought he was younger himself but my urges were getting stronger.

It was all in the eyes; so were last orders. The atmosphere to leave the pub was heavy so three options:
1. Drive me home, but he was probably over the limit.
2. Drive back to his, but again over the limit.
3. Go back to where he was staying?..

Of course it was the third option, I’m not stupid guessing what he wanted. Well conveniently he was only staying across the road with his father where he does regularly. So it was brandy and a demonstration of certain computer work that distracted us for an hour or so…

I first noticed Malcolm from when he first visited the pub I work in. I was clearing up behind the bar and he was conversing with my bar-manger in a rather merry state. But, something made me notice him, don’t ask me what, that certain link that sparks your interest in someone.

From there he would regulate the pub a few times a week, usually with his father, or locals you can’t help but know from living in a village. We would chat of a general nature, sometimes flirt and converse briefly when I would socially occupy the pub. This was progression over about two months or so.

Then I started to play, try to provoke a reaction, the notice of the chemistry was building and I was curious. Would find myself looking at him a lot, and noticed him looking at me. So came the intense eye contact at serving, the subtle flirtations in conversion and finally the offer of a drink sometime.

This is based around one my two part-time jobs in a local pub in a local village I live near. For all sakes names have been altered and no indication to the pure detail is being disclosed, but the basic story will remain the soul feature.

So I started working at this pub in the autumn of 2005, and all is well. My protagonist other than myself ‘J’ is named Malcolm. He is a thirty-eight-year-old suave male who lives locally also and works somewhat with computers doing well in his occupation.

My story is the chemistry I found with him from our first meeting and how it has transformed over time from our first encounters to wherever it leads from here. It is all a true experience and how it develops not just your interest but mine also…