Athens, Jan 2020
I remember walking home with his cum in my mouth. Seven minutes away, many years in the same neighborhood. And while I was crossing the supermarket, I thought of how many times we probably were at the same line in front of the counter. How many times we could have seen each other at the bus stop. How could I haven’t spotted him before? Maybe that’s when a gay app replaces luck in the best way.
In such sex-dates, the thrill is magnified, the awkward hellos are expected, and the quickly shared lust can easily be forgotten the next day. What shifted the natural course of things was that tattoo on his chest, some verses from a Florence and the Machine song. It turned out we were both at her recent concert in the city. Why couldn’t we have met then? Singing “Shake it out” in the audience next to this tall, blonde guy would be a dream.
I met him twice near the end of January. And back then, I didn’t know how important his touch would become. His tender touch, his authoritative voice. A man that respected me to the point I would want him to fulfil his desires through me. Calling me “his man” while dropping me gently on the floor. And what an enormous penis that was, with his ginger hair around. It could make me tear up, but not as much as when he said: “What took you so long to meet me again?”. He could literally make me stand on my feet while facing the wall, both hands pulling his tall body tightly against mine. And then, he could switch things by making me fall on my knees with his self-assured voice. What an effect someone can have on you in just few hours?
I remember with a smile that he didn’t want to put a condom and when I said politely, “I’ll go”, he did the effort to put it on, scared if it might end. With a bit of stress, like we were first timers, we become one body, moaning. After making me feel whole, he came unexpectedly in my mouth.
After a while I left the city as planned. Then covid-restrictions happened and 11 months have passed. There are numerous times I remember the passion we had while locked in my family’s bathroom masturbating. He was the last man that touched me and it is mind blowing what a touch of a stranger can mean in time of isolation like this.