in which VUBOQ is a little sore
Dixie: Well... well... my co-pilot... lovely young boy but terrified, half out of his wits. You know, nervous. Terrified. I said to him, "This one's going to take a long... hard... pull." So I did! For two hours!
Eddie: Two hours alone with you? That boy deserves a purple heart.
Dixie: Well, it was purple, alright, but I don't think it was his heart!
[For the Boys (1991)]
VUBOQ hasn't blogged about teh sex in a long, long time.
And there is a very good reason for that: VUBOQ hasn't had teh sex for a very long time. (Well, not counting the oral-sex-only adventures with PAB.)
VUBOQ met CB online earlier this week. We chatted. He seemed like a good guy, funny, interesting, employed. We agreed to meet on Sunday. After hanging out with Robert and Steveandbobby in the afternoon, VUBOQ met CB in the Circle. We walked around and then had Chinese. Then, he asked if VUBOQ would like to come back to his "rat-hole."
Completely, out of character, VUBOQ agreed. [Cuz, y'know, VUBOQ is not really a slut. VUBOQ just plays one on His blog.] CB runs a small desktop publishing business on the side from his home. He showed VUBOQ some of the things he makes - cards, note pads, gift baskets, that sort of thing. Then, he made a Mother's Day card for VUBOQ to mail. [When is Mother's Day? This coming Sunday?]
CB's apartment is an efficiency, very little furniture ... so, no suprise we ended up on his bed, naked and rolling around. [OK, maybe that last bit was a surprise]. But, yeah, teh butt sex was very good. He is ... um ... huge. So, a great time was had by all.
When we finished, VUBOQ checked the time - 12:45. [Did VUBOQ fuck for like 4 hours? VUBOQ thinks He might have.] Metro closes around midnight. Staying over wouldn't have been a problem other than maybe VUBOQ being a little late for work. In the end (*heh*), CB drove VUBOQ home. (yay) VUBOQ got home around 2AM. CB called so that he wouldn't fall asleep on the drive back. And, VUBOQ fell asleep around 2:30.
Waking up this morning? Very. difficult. When VUBOQ stood up to turn off the alarm at 6:20, VUBOQ saw little flashing spots all over the place. Snooze. Snooze. Snooze. Finally, up at 6:41. Out the door at 7:45. Stopped by Chik-fil-a for a giganto cup of coffee and an egg and cheese biscuit (which they put chicken on. WHY?). And, at work, about to collapse, but having to motivate to finish ... ok, start ... VUBOQ's employee self-evaluation, which is due by noon. *urgh* How many ways can one say, "VUBOQ is SuperFantastic" without being repetitively redundant?
So, that's what happened ... sans most of the gory details. VUBOQ likes him, yet as with most men that VUBOQ has met recently, there is a minor quibble (besides that he lives in Virginia): There is no kissing. Vuboq likes the kissing. So, we will see.
Oh, and VUBOQ thinks this might be the same guy Mike went out with a couple of times a few months ago. DC. Small pond, yo.