Luke - part 3

So there we were, myself and Luke in Queens Court having a most splendid time. A little bit of chat and lots of kissing took place with the odd nibble on the ear thrown in for good measure. I could not believe that this absolutely stunning guy was interested in me. Any doubts I had about his intentions were forgotten with each kiss from him. I was the hummingbird..he was the nectar.
We decided to go for a dance and as we walked towards the dance floor, Luke held my hand. I was literally being swept off my feet by him.
Steps were very popular at that time and whenever one of their songs came on, the dance floor would suddenly be chock a block.
It was a a bit of squeeze but it didn't matter. We spent most of the duration of the songs with our arms round each other, partaking in even more kissing. Try and imagine an attempt at the world record for most amount of kissing in one night..Luke and I were smashing it!

Queens Court was about to close for the night so now was the time to decide what we would do next. I asked if he would like to stay at mine? He was more than happy to accept my invite. I was even happier!
When we reached my place , I realised all I had in to drink was a small bottle of Smirnoff Ice. We decided to share it but I felt like a rubbish host. After that night, I made sure I at least had a bottle of wine in my fridge, just in case.
After a bit of chatting, cuddling and even more kissing, it was time for bed and it is here that I made what was probably the worst decision I have ever made. I actually looked Luke in the face and said that nothing would happen tonight because I had work the next day. He was fine with this and at the time, I thought I was doing the right thing.
We made our way to the bedroom and stripped to our underwear. He had a beautiful body and knowing that I would soon be lying beside him made me so happy. The temptation to take things further was agonising but I settled for more kisses and cuddles. Eventually we both drifted off to sleep.

The following morning I awoke feeling happier than I had felt in a long time. Luke woke up a few minutes later. It felt a little strange someone else being in my bed. After all, this was the first guy I had ever invited back to mine.

At work that day I told a few people of my brilliant night. They were very happy for me, especially as they knew how much I liked Luke.
I bumped into Rob and after apologising for kind of dumping him at the QC, I told him what happened after he had gone home. He was mortified that we didn't have sex and said I should have phoned in sick.
On reflection, his idea did make sense.  I had longed to be with a guy for ages and definitely had the chance with Luke but put work first. The word idiot was well suited for me at that moment.

I was working an evening shift at Blockbuster after work and had arranged for Luke to meet me there. He was staying at mine again and this time sex was on the agenda and work could go to Hell.
I was so eager to get home as quickly as possible, I asked my mate Danny (who was also working) if he could give us a lift home. He was happy to oblige.

After a little supper, I put on my fake yawn and said I was ready to go to bed. Once again we stripped to our underwear and within minutes were in bed.
I faced Luke and said to him "I really like you Luke so where do we go from here"?
His reply was " I like you too..as a friend".
Those few words caused such devastation inside me but I knew I couldn't show it, so my response was "If I had known that was what you were going to say, we would have had sex last night".
I really didn't have much else to say after that apart from "Goodnight".
That night I didn't sleep very well. If he wasn't interested, why on earth was he asleep in my bed with me at his side? I just didn't understand.

We met a few more times after that night and he even slept at mine a couple more occasions. I suppose I was hoping he would eventually see me as more than a friend. It wasn't to be though.

The last time I spoke to Luke, he had recently married and also had a couple of children. I didn't bother asking him if he was bi or was now totally straight.

It's been quite a few years since I saw Luke but I can't help but smile at the thought of him. He totally had me smitten.
Of all the guys I have seen since him, none has ever kissed as good as he did and that first night we slept together is the best nights sleep I have ever had.
Was he playing me for a fool. Was it me. Was he unsure of his sexuality or did he really like me but just chickened out? Unless I ever bump into him again to ask him these questions, I will never know.

Until next time, I bid thee farewell.

I've decided!!!

Hi there.

You'll be pleased to know I have decided just how i'm gonna use this blog.
For now i'll use it to tell of  tales from my past and things that have happened during a regular day.
If I can gain a few followers, i'll then introduce something new.

Today i'm gonna share something from my past.

As you are probably aware, I am into guys..yet to find one that is in to me the way I am him lol!!!
It is in the contract that when you are gay, you have to join certain sites to try and find potential mates.
It was on one of these sites I encountered Bob. Of course Bob is not his real name. One has to be careful not to upset people, even though that person will  probably never read this blog.

On these sites you have photos for the guys to look at. Being a decent person, mine are very tasteful and not photos of my penis or butt like so many others guys tend to put on there.
One can also go to one of the many chatrooms for, you guessed it...chatting.
If a guy likes what he sees and would like to get to know you, then he can request a private chat. Bob did this with me.
Whenever a guy requests a private chat with me, the first thing i do is look at their profile. Checked Bob's and he didn't look bad and more importantly, he wasn't overweight. Apologies to any persons on the large side but i'm only a small frame...you work it out lol!!!!
I accepted the chat and wrote "Hi"
Bob replied "nice trainers" which surprised me. Most guys usually start by saying "what you into" or "are you top or bottom".
I replied thank you  and asked what he did for a living. Turned out he worked as a concierge at an established hotel in Leeds.
The conversation continued and was going really well. Must have been chatting for at least an hour when we decided we should meet up. Being a lover of cinema, I suggested we meet for a drink and then go to cinema. He suggested we do something rather rude at the cinema to which i replied i wasn't one for showing affection in places full of people. He said he understood.
The conversation continued and we eventually decided on a time, date and venue, the venue being Fibre.
Have to admit, i was rather excited at the prospect of going on an actual date.
The big day arrived and my stomach was churning. It always does when i'm meeting up with someone.
Took a bath and got myself ready. Have to admit, i did look rather nice.
Set off for Fibre and i think i arrived a few minutes earlier than planned. Bob turned up and we went in for our drink. I had my usual vodka and coke and Bob had a pint.
We sat down to chat. Now when i say chat, I mean basically me talking. The conversation from Bob was a little on the strained side. Usually i'm the one who finds it difficult to talk to people I don't really know but I was doing rather well this night.
Whilst I was talking, I kept noticing Bob looking at me. At first I thought he was just giving me the once over but it was happening just a few too many times and he was only looking at my bottom half.
I brushed it off and suggested we make our way to the cinema. I can't remember which film we went to watch which is really bad. I do remember that we were the only ones in there.
You remember me saying that i wasn't into showing affection where there are lots of people? Well when the place is empty...i don't mind. Not a single movement from Bob. I wasn't expecting much...just maybe a holding of hands but no...complete and utter nothing.
The film ended and we made our way out. Once outside I asked Bob if he fancied going for another drink.
His reply was that his car was parked at the hotel where he worked and he had to go check on it.
That's what he said..what i heard was "I'm sorry, i'm not really interested in you and can't wait to end this night".
We said goodbye and I set off for home in a rather foul mood.
When I arrived home I went straight onto the website where I had first encountered Bob and who should be on there? You got it...Bob!!!
I was furious and went straight into the chatroom and requested a private chat with him. No response.
This did not bode well with my mood so I decided to send him a message.
This was the message i sent:
Well I think we can safely say that the date was a disaster. You really didn't have to make such a ridiculous excuse to get rid of me. You said you liked me but didn't even attempt to try and hold my hand in the cinema.
If all you wanted was friendship, you only had to say rather than lead me on.

I then pressed send

Not even a second later, the box came up requesting a private chat from Bob. I accepted.
He apologised for not seeing my chat request but had been making himself a cup of tea. This confirmed he had not received my message yet.
I suggested he check his messages. 2 minutes later he came back to me saying he thought the date went well????
Of course I brought up the lack of holding hands to which he reminded me of what I had said in our previous chat. Of course he was right but as I pointed out to him...the cinema was empty. We could have got naked and no one would have seen us (not that I would do something like that..well maybe if the date was with Tom Welling lol)
He apologised and said he didn't really think.
I then pointed out his excuse for ending the night. He said it wasn't an excuse and he really did need to check on his car  and that I could speak to someone at the hotel who could confirm he did go there.
Maybe i was wrong and he really did like me??
We said a couple of other things and then he sent me a link to another website with the words "this is what i an in to".
I clicked on the link...OH MY GOD!!!!...I never knew such sites existed.
The link was a site dedicated to guys who had a trainer fetish. What's wrong with that i hear you say?
Most people have a fetish but this one answered so many questions. Earlier on when he was looking at my lower body in Fibre, he was actually looking at my trainers.
On this sites main page were 3 pictures. Picture 1 was a man smelling a muddy trainer. Picture 2 was man rubbing a dirty trainer against his face and picture 3 (the one that kinda showed my just why Bob was interested in me) was a guy wearing dirty trainers and walking over another guys back.
Bob picked me because of my build. He wanted me to be the guy with muddy trainers who walked over his back.
I went back into the chat with Bob and stated "we'll just be friends".
He asked if I was disgusted to which i replied whatever floats your boat.
Inside my head the word freak was swirling around.
We said our goodbyes and then that was it. I didn't request any more chats with Bob and vice versa.
 I did however bump into him a few months later. Conversation was still strained and his gaze went straight to my trainers.

Looking back i do think i had a lucky escape but i suppose one can't help what turns one on.
Seriously though..muddy trainers?????

Bye for now :-)

Wallace Arnold reunion

Hi there

Last night was the Wallace Arnold reunion. For those of you who are wondering, Wallace Arnold was a coach travel company. They merged with Shearings Holidays a few years ago which resulted in nealry all the WA staff being made redundant.
The merger created the new company of WAShearings. They have since dropped the WA.
In my opinion and yes i am slightly bitter here, they dropped the wrong part. WA was a much stronger brand name.
Anyhow, back to the reunion, Was organised by a certain Mr Jon Hartley (a most funny man) and held at the Novotel in Leeds.
I met up with my friends, Joan and Lynne at Leeds City Train Station and we went for a drink before our date at the Novotel. 2 vodka and cokes later and we were there.
So many familar faces. Some i'd seen only a few months earlier, Carol, Trish, Frances and Keith. Some i had not seen for quite a while, Fran, Barbara, Beverly, Roland and Lisa to name just a few.

Mr Hartley had sorted some discount at the bar so my tipple only cost £3. Quite cheap if I were to only have the one but hey..it's a reunion!
Several tipples later, we were having a grand old time. I managed to have a chat with nearly everyone which was quite an achievement.
Food was laid on and looked delicious. There was a nice selection which included salmon cakes, pizza, selection of sandwiches and so on. I stayed away from too much bread. Have come to realise that bread is stored in ones spare tyre. Would have liked a sweet for afters but you can't have everything.

After the food, there was more chat and drinks and then people started leaving. I think Joan was the first to go and she was slightly merry, especially as I walked her to the train station. She is hystericaly funny and even more so when she's had a drink or three.
Next to go was Carol..another walk tot he train station but this time Lynne tagged along.
Eventually there was about 10 of us left and then Keith deciced it was time for him to go too. Now usually at the WA accounts nights out (I worked in accounts by the way) I tend to hitch a lift home with Keith. I say with Keith. It's actually one of his daughters who give me a lift.
This time though, I declined a lift. Was having such a good time, I didn't want the night to end.
Keith and Lynne departed and we were down to about 8 people or so.
Another drink later and Lisa suggested I join her and Beverly and go to Queens Court. To say I was tempted is an understatement. Haven't been there in ages and everyone had commented and how good I was looking...I thought you never know, my luck might be in and I might actually meet a decent guy there.
Then common sense kicked in. I had work the next morning so politely declined. Straight away I wished I hadn't.

Then the moment came. It was time for me to leave. Frances had very kindly offered to give me a lift home (don't worry, she only drinks coke) and she had waited so patiently for me.
Said my goodbyes to the remaining few including a rather sozzled Fran.  It was her first night out in months after having a baby. Not that you could tell she'd had a baby. She is so slim!

Arrived home about 1am. Had an absolutely brilliant night and looking forward to the next one in November.
Big thank you to Jon for organising it.

Shame the day after wasn't as good ...that's a whole different story!!!