What a week

It started with a recon exchange as trivial as any other really. Greg messaged me asking if I would be interested in some training. Coincidentally he had done so several times through out the summer, but I never responded, because I was not ready to get to know (or even play with) another real Sir with so very much in common with Dave. This time around though I was more than eager to reply to a hot, muscular Dom top offering me some hot play.

He messaged me right before I left NYC to visit my family for a week, but since I would be back in NYC in only eight days we continued a fairly routine exchange. We spoke on the phone once or twice, exchanged a few messages, learned the basics of what we would need to create a hot scene together, etc... Being that I have been more interested in developing human connections (and not just sexual) lately, I asked him if he would like to grab some food as well. After all, he seemed like he had a good head on his shoulder and I could always use to make a few friends in the city. He basically said no, but added as a caveat that he wouldn't rule it out. He just wasn't very interested in trying to form some bond with a twenty one year old who lives five hours a way (a position I respected on all accounts).

So we scheduled a playdate for the first night I returned to NYC and I arrived for it promptly (as a boy should). Greg was much better looking in person, and it didn't take me long to realize he knew how to handle a boy. I won't go into too much detail about our play, not because I don't think its important, just because there was so much of it over a week that I don't know when I would find the time to write about it all. If I am going to write about anything, it will be the chemistry have, the connection we share, and how he swept this boy off his little feet. Suffice to say though...the play was fucking hot. Also must add that his feet are perfect for worshipping and his sweat the perfect amount, taste, and smell for foot worship, pit licking, and ball sucking. And that is all I will say for now.

He is fucking hot.

Ok, NOW that's all I will say on it. haha

After we both came (at least I think I came, I can't remember to be honest), Greg did something that surprised me. He asked if he could take me to dinner. Like I said, I completely respected his desire to keep things simple with an out of town boy who was only twenty one. Still, I was very intrigued by Greg and somewhat high off of our undeniable sexual chemistry. And at the very least, I wasn't doing anything better that night (I had no plans till the next afternoon).

We walked over to the west Village and grabbed a table at this tiny, but apparently delicious Italian place. On the walk I discovered that Greg was a food and wine connoisseur, and the restaurant certainly lived up to his claims. When we got there it was somehow understood that he was going to order for me, which is something I have always loved. Not only is this a way of deferring to a Sir, but its also my favorite way to try new foods. Its how I have tried a variety of ethnic foods, and I was thrilled to try all the new flavors Greg introduced me to. We started with a fennel salad with pomegranate and grape fruit. Our second course was a black linguine with a slightly hot tomato and pepper sauce. Lastly we had guinea hen which, as Greg suggested, must have crack in it. It was that epically delicious. It was one of the best meals I have ever had in my life...but it was by far the least interesting part of dinner.

There to enjoy this meal with me was a man of exceptional kindness, intelligence, strength, and generosity. I thoroughly enjoyed speaking with him at dinner, and found him to be incredibly charming. I quickly realized my play-date had somehow turned into a date-date...and I didn't mind one bit. I was quite taken with this man, and it was the most fun I have had on a date in a long time.

After dinner, we went back to Greg's apartment for movies, cuddling, and round two. I ended up spending the night and fell asleep in his arms. Again, this is something I had not done in a long time. It was nice...

The next morning I left completely invigorated by my night's journey. As I won't be detailing our play sessions, I also can't detail the rest of our time together. In the seven days I was in NYC I saw Greg everyday in some form of another, and the longest we went without seeing each other was about 36 hours when we both had New Years Eve and day plans. But I loved every second I got to be with him. We shared some delicious dinners (the best of my life), took some walks through the village, curled up to watch a movie or two, and just really explored the connection we were both shocked to discover.

On my last night I decided to lay it all out there. For the whole week we just did what felt right without worrying about what was going to happen when I left. We may have spoken about it briefly, and I think we both agreed that we were both too realistic and rational to expect anything. I wouldn't say this changed exactly, but on my last night with him I put it all out there. I told him how much I enjoyed his company, and how if things were different I would be very interested in pursuing him with the possibility of one day wearing his collar... and while still admitting it would be absurd to pursue something while I was, we agreed that I should come visit for a weekend soon. Maybe if that goes well, I could come up for another weekend...and another... and just see what happens.

Being back in DC for two weeks now, I have to say I have thought about him a lot. I miss him, and I still feel like our time together was a bit surreal. Still, the boy who was hurt and lied to not too long ago is starting to emerge. Last year at this time I was being swept off my feet by a NYC Sir named David who seemed to good to be true. Guess what, he was. And in the end, the distance between us ended up changing him...which ultimately left me devastated. I have started to develop feelings for Greg, or at the very least, a sharp desire to see him again and continue getting to know him. But I can't stop thinking about how horribly everything ended with David, and how extremely hurt I was during the process of his realization that he didn't want to get involved with a twenty year old boy who lived five hours away.

I'm scared guys, really scared. Not so much that I am going to give up on the opportunity before it has the chance to give up on me. I am still too young to be pulling that defensive nonsense, but I am going to tread with caution. When I am with him I put my heart on my sleeve and throw caution to the wind, but its these in between weeks where I have to be cautious and not let our connection get out of hand in a situation neither of us are prepared to deal with.

I don't know if you're reading this Sir...but...yeah. This is how I feel (complete with ominous ellipses). This is what our time meant to me (nay, it meant so much more to me than I could ever express through words), and this is how much I was swept away by your charm and your generosity (and hot sweaty body). I hope its well received.