Mixing Races

A lot has been going on. My number one crush from STL was up here to visit with some friends this weekend. He's just so....cute. Cute. Not hot. Not sexy (but kinda sorta). Perhaps a little bit handsome. He's cute. His smile reaches his eyes and he has dimples. And he's...manly. Broad, strong shoulders and chest. Taller than me. Chest hair. Red tint to his facial hair. Which blows my mind b/c he is Latino. But he looks like a white boy.

He had plans to come up here to visit with some friends from Texas, and it just so happened that this weekend was the annual Puerto Rican pride fest in my 'hood. The streets were flooded with PRs waving flags and cruising around in their cars, honking horns, and showing their cultural pride. He was really excited about it, too, since that is his heritage.

I met up with him at a bar that I had never been to before. It was pretty alright. Total neighborhood hangout, kinda quiet, which was nice. It wasn't too crowded and there wasn't hipsters being hipsters about the place. Cash only. The ATM was not processing my bank card for withdrawal, so I rode my bike to North and Damen to get cash out of the BoA ATM and then rode back to the bar. No big deal. The night was gorgeous. Perfect temps, no wind. We stayed until last call.

The house they were supposed to stay at, which is also near my house, the people who live there were already passed out, so we all came back to my house. Plus, I had barely dented the 30pack of Busch I purchased that afternoon.

I had a terrible headache but stayed up until about 430am socializing in the kitchen. After I retired to my room to pass out, he later knocked on the door and asked if he could sleep in my room with me b/c there was only three couches and four dudes. I said okay. Outside playing it cool, inside dancing. I really thought nothing would become of it, just sleeping next to another warm body would have been fine with me.

Of course, though, neither of us could sleep and after about thirty minutes of talking/laughing next to each other, he pulled my face towards his and kissed me. We started making out and it slowly got heavier and hotter. We ended up banging each other out. Hard. On the bed. On the floor. In all positions. For a solid two hours.

The first time I came, I was on top, and I pulled out and ejaculated onto his torso, and slowly he smiled, eyes closed, "oh yes." He thought that was all porno tricks and not a real thing that he would ever encounter. He was way into it. I ended up coming easily fifteen times, and one time, we were on the floor, I was jacking him off, and he was fingering me, and it started to squirt, and it just kept coming and his hand was making it spray everywhere, and it sounded so choppy/watery. It was pooling onto the hardwood floor. It was pretty bad ass. I have never had it shoot for that long. Easily ten seconds.

After that first long session, we took about thirty minutes to lay around next to each other and lazily drag our fingers over each others back, thighs, stomachs, and then we went at is again for another 40 minutes. I didn't go to sleep until 830am.

When my alarm went off at 10 to get up for work, he wanted to do it again. I kind of did, too, but we didn't b/c I did need to go to work, and I was exhausted.

I understand that this boy is some one who lives in another state. He's also YOUNG. 22. I could tell I was the more experienced one (of course), but he wasn't bad at all. I thoroughly enjoyed our time. I enjoyed him physically, and he was very receptive to feedback from me. slower. faster. gentler. that feels good. i like that.

I know that his mind was blown by the experience. Because he told me. He wants to come back up here to visit. I want him to. I want to do fun things together that we originally wanted to do this weekend but didn't. Go to the beach. Get down on some serious byob latin patios in the 'hood. Laugh together on the porch. Stay up all night enjoying each other. Inside smiling. Outside smiling.