One warm Saturday afternoon I dialed into GLIB. I did a check of who else was online and saw the handle of Kane, whom I knew as a friend of a friend. I tapped a hello greeting to his handle and he responded, referring in turn to me by my GLIB handle, “cronjob,” even though he knew my real name. I’d met Kane once or twice and thought he was a good guy, and pretty good looking.
We messaged briefly, talking about how our day was going, until I decided to just be bold and ask what he was doing “now.” He wasn’t doing much so I suggested that I might be up for, you know, a bike ride across town although I would probably get very hot and sweaty.
He tapped back that sounded interesting, and to hang up the computer and call him, providing his number. When we were finally talking for real, I got directions to his building, hung up, and jumped on my bike.
To make a good head of sweat, I rode hard and fast, and took off my shirt off when I got to Kane’s. After locking my bike and having a little trouble with his building’s intercom, I finally got in and headed up to his apartment.
He offered me a glass of water and we sat on the couch, me slowly cooling off and he is talking about his work as an engineer (oo, math). After we had sat for a little while, I hoisted my legs up into his lap and he began to rub my feet. I asked him if he wanted to get more comfortable (more comfortable than with my legs on his lap). He responded by asking if I knew he was HIV-positive and that if I wanted to leave, that would be OK. I said that I wanted to stay and anyway, I wasn’t planning to let him cum in me.
We went back to his bedroom, pausing for a moment by the bed to take each other’s shirts off (I’d put mine back on) and laid down in each other’s arms. I couldn’t recall having seen Kane shirtless before but was immediately bowled over by his big arms and heavy, hairy chest. Admiring his build, I asked how long he’d been working out, and he admitted that he never worked out; he was just naturally built. Damn.
We got on to more and better making out, and he was one of the most gentle and caring men I’d ever been with, given the soft, sexy things he said or the way he held me. I forget most of what we did for foreplay and sex, but I enjoyed the afternoon delight very much.
In the following days, I thought often about Kane. I invited him to a movie the next week, intending to ask him to sleep over afterward. He accepted my invitation and after the movie we sat in my living room and talked for a while, then went to bed.
We didn’t do anything but cuddle together and fall asleep. But being next to his wonderful body must have got to me because I woke up around 4 a.m., horny as hell and not realizing the time, started to crawl all over him until I finally jerked off on his chest and fell asleep.
The next morning, although he didn’t say anything in particular, I got the feeling that Kane was a little put out at having become my cum towel in the middle of the night. We didn’t go out again though I would have liked getting to know him better.
I tried sending a few messages via GLIB and he always replied politely but without any further interest, but I finally decided I wasn’t going to be given another chance. Because we had some mutual friends, I ran into Kane occasionally and he was always nice enough, but it seemed to me he kept a bit of a polite distance. Or maybe it was just me.
Can’t win ‘em all.