Weekend Excursions, Part One: The Beginnings

Weekend Excursions
Part One: The Beginnings
7-10 July 2007

Ok, let me update you on what is going on in my world. Well two Saturdays ago I was called up by my best friend (we’ll call him “My Giant” since he’s tall) to come and hang out. Well next thing I knew Saturday turned into Tuesday morning before I came back home; and it was so worth it.

When I arrived at the bar, “My Giant”, an acquaintance (“Mr. Legs”), and this really hot guy (“Farmboy”) were there waiting for me to arrive. Let me just say the moment I saw “Farmboy” I was hooked. He has this cheshire grin that can light up a room, and when he talks, an accent that can melt your heart like butter. He could read the dictionary aloud and make it sound sexy. Anyways, my friends and I hang out at the local gay bar to mainly play pool and drink with a group of friends. Which, that group seems to have grown and changed over the years, but always has the same core people that are there for each other. So after a nite of drinking, I find out “Farmboy” is from out of town staying with my best friend for the weekend, So naturally we invite anyone hot who wants to come back to hang out. “Mr. Legs” had spent the previous nite where he was a little on the naughty side and didn’t want to stay a second. I think it was because I asked him, more so than he was too tired. I’m not sure why he doesn’t care to hang out with me, but all I can say is at least he’s always been cordial to me.

As most who know me, know that I don’t date. I’m no good when it comes to keeping a man; I’ll scare them off, but more of that another time. All you need to know at the time being is that when I want something, I’ll go after it. Typically I spend the nite on the couch alone since I don’t like to interrupt “My Giant” and his husband, “The Hobbit” when and if they want to play, even though I’m welcome to cuddle with them. So I had already devised the plan to get this guy to cuddle with me that nite no matter if we’d be spending the nite on the couch or the guest bedroom. Just so you know the couch is this vortex that sucks you into coziness and falling asleep when you’re lazy, or tired, or too damn drunk. After a few hours of hanging out, talking, more drinking, and a movie, “My Giant” went to bed since “The Hobbit” had already.

Finally, I’ve got this guy to myself. In the past, any fly that was caught in my web didn’t stand a chance. But as of lately, I’ve grown less predatorily on men that I could pick up. Besides I wasn’t interested in “Farmboy” just for his body, I’d like to keep him as a friend. Ok, maybe a friend that I can fool around with but that’s really his call. I know when not to push. I told him that it would be nice for a change to have someone to cuddle with. He didn’t care for the guest bedroom’s futon so we tried to get comfy on the couch. But two grown men, who move around in their sleep, still weren’t going to fit on that couch comfortably no matter even if it is a large sofa. So I took the futon. After all, he’s the guest; he should be the one to get the comfier bed.

I was so miserable and frustrated. I had spent all this time wanting to feel his arm around me as we slept, and now, I was going to be sleeping alone. After stripping down and getting comfortable, which wasn’t easy, “Farmboy” was right the futon was hard, I heard the door open. My heart started pumping fast. “Farmboy” crept in and crawled into bed with me putting his arm around my chest pulling me close. Instant hard on, sorry I couldn’t help it. The guy is just that hot to where a simple touch can do it for me. So we laid there in total darkness listening to each others heart beat and breathing pattern before I took the plunge. I turned over, said, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do”, and then kissed him.

Not only did his Old Spice cologne, which we were both wearing, turn me on from the smell, but his lips tasted just as good. Never mind the cigarettes and booze that had been on both our tongues previously. So of course I striped him down out of his pajama bottoms and t-shirt to his tighty-whities. He’s that kind of guy, the kind who can make them look sexy as hell. Well I couldn’t see them yet; we were in the dark, remember? He said he didn’t want to do anything serious, so trying to be a gentleman; I asked if it was alright to at least get him off. After a few minutes I was wearing a new sent and hornier than ever when he bolted out the door with his blanket pulling his pants on, saying he wasn’t ready. Feeling like an ass, I feel back on my pillow pondering why I scare off so many guys close to my age. It’s the men over 40/50 that I can’t get rid of.

Done with feeling sorry for myself I put on a pair of pants and went out to the back porch to smoke a cigarette since I was even more frustrated now that I had not gotten off, as well as screwed things up with “Farmboy.” A few minutes later he came out and sat down beside me. I took his hand and listened. He said it wasn’t me, that it was him. He had gotten out of a bad relationship and wasn’t ready to find himself in a confusing situation till he could figure some things out for himself. That was fine by me. I told him I’d be his friend first and foremost, that I understood what he was asking, and if and when he was ready I’d really like to fool around so nothing serious. So he took the couch and I slept alone, again, and on the hard futon.

Next morning everyone woke up but me; I was exhausted after a nite of hard core drinking and being on the receiving end of an emotional outpour. Breakfast had been made and partially eaten when I finally woke. “Farmboy” helped, by making these great scrambled eggs with onions that I had never had anything of the likes before. He keeps getting better and better. Now was time for everyone to grab a quick shower since we had somewhere to be by one in the afternoon. If I weren’t so self-conscience unlike I use to be, I’d have jumped in and washed “Farmboy” from head to toe. But I respected his privacy.

Cut to driving across town with “Farmboy” at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, with “The “Hobbit” and “My Giant” in the backseat. It took everything I had to not put my hand on his thigh as he drove and stroke it. Mainly because “The Hobbit” and “My Giant” could see and know how much I liked my new friend, as well as I didn’t want to come across as too mushy. It’s been forever since someone has made me feel like a seventh grade school girl. But at one point in all the seventies music and jokes I did for a few moments get to steal a part of his thigh, only to be brought back to reality that people were watching from behind and would know my secret desire.

We arrive at “Poolshark” and his husband, “Mr. Quiet’s” house for an afternoon barbecue. I had never been to their place before, its nice, and most important, has a billiard table. Anyone who knows me knows I love to play pool. I’m not the best, but I can sometimes get lucky and do quite well. I found out that “Poolshark”, “Mr. Quiet”, and “My Giant” all play World of Warcraft during drinking and playing pool, while the hamburgers cooked. Small world it seems. An acquaintance and “Could Be A Model” showed up at some point that afternoon. I’m not sure, but at some point in the day I let my guard down, I blame it one the Old Spice, but being horny from not getting off the night before might have had something to do with it as well, and did nothing but outright flirt with “Farmboy” for the remainder of the day. I was even scolded for doing so by “Poolshark.” I can’t help it; my dick seems to win in those circumstances and not my reasoning. Not to mention drinking beer with shots will loosen me up. But lets face it, when you have a hot guy in front of you that isn’t saying get away from me when you’re hitting on him; you’re not going to stop. Eventually we had to head back out since it was dark and had been there most of the day.

“The Hobbit” went to bed early leaving “My Giant”, “Farmboy”, and me to entertain ourselves again. More drinking, a movie, and talking pursued acknowledging the fact that “Farmboy” would be leaving later that day, Monday morning. Then “My Giant” stood up declaring he had to get some sleep since he had work in the morning like “The Hobbit” did. Alone, again, with “Farmboy.” We talked for a while, and then I headed to my hard lonely futon. A minute or two later I hear the door open, a voice saying he didn’t want to spend the nite on the sofa alone, and would stomach the crappy futon. Boy did I have a big smile on my face. We both passed out from the beer and crazy day holding each other. That was one hell of a restful night’s sleep. Every now and then we’d end up wrapping our arms around the other after having been on our own side of the bed for a while. It was great.

That morning I woke up early since I knew “My Giant” would be giving me a ride home and headed to the living room to wait. I let “Farmboy” sleep, he needed it for the three hour trip he’d be taking alone. He’d be gettng road-head non-stop if I had gone with him. “The Hobbit” had already left for work and “My Giant” was in the shower. “Farmboy” came strolling into the living room and plopped himself down beside me. Man that sofa is cozy, because next thing I know “My Giant” is hovering over us telling “Farmboy” he can stay as long as he likes and to make himself at home. I’m about to put on my shoes when “Farmboy” announces that he will be staying one last day. Like anyone needed to ask if I’d be going home. You couldn’t have dragged me away.

There we were alone, yet once again. How is it in the past when I want to fool around with some guy who wants me, that I can’t find a deserted space? But at the present, I’m given tons of alone time and trying not to push him into anything he’s not comfortable doing. Well cuddling on the couch led to morning woodies for both of us. So naturally we hopped in the big glass shower to get clean, to get off, and then clean again. I had the lights turned down low and wish I looked as good as he did. Hopefully he didn’t pick up on my insecurities I have about my body. Then again, I was doing my job right, so I’m sure he didn’t.

The afternoon was spent watching a movie I had never seen. It was good, but seemed long. More lounging on the couch. Then “My Giant” came home. More talking, laughing, and a game of Monopoly broke out, which I lost, then “Farmboy.” “My Giant” almost always wins at any game he plays; damn his high IQ. “The Hobbit” came home, so “My Giant” and “Farmboy” went shopping for dinner. Breakfast was just a taste of his cooking skills. He made dinner all by himself. He is one hell of a cook. Another lazy nite was spent watching TV. It was called Greek, some new funny show about starting college and joining a fraternity. Then we headed to bed early since I’d be getting up to be dropped off at home by “My Giant” and “Farmboy” needed to get back to his neck of the woods.

I woke up early the next morning with “Farmboy” beside me to hear “My Giant” showering. He then came in the guest bedroom and layed down with us. I was in the middle of two hot guys flanking me, which had reminded me of a similar time that “My Giant” and I had a few years ago. Then the moment was broken. “Farmboy” got out of bed and went to gather his things. I was bummed out. I was hoping for this to turn into something, considering I know that “My Giant” and “Farmboy” had fooled around. It would have been hot to have done something between all three of us. So we dragged ourselves out of the room to help locate various belongings of “Farmboy” before splitting up to drive off. It was really cute the way we left. It was “My Giant” and I in his truck, with “Farmboy” driving beside us for a good portion of my ride home. It sucked to have to wave at each other as the fork in the highway tore our paths in two from each other. The last I saw of him was a big grin and hearty wave as he drove off. The next thing I knew I was at my driveway walking up to my door wondering when I’d see him next.

Well that was my fun weekend with “Farmboy.” There’s more to come on this story I’m sure, so stayed tuned.