Welcome to my happily ever after...
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deja vu
Next time I volunteer to work on a holiday, remind me of how I felt this morning at 5:45 AM when my alarm went off. I must admit though....if I had stayed home, all I would have done was look at porn online and piddle around the house. I'm at least updating my diary here. Things are quiet thus far as I'm sure most of our customers have the day off. Either it's going to be really really slow today or really really busy seeing as how there's a skeleton crew here today. I'm going to spend today's wages on a new pair of black dress shoes, I've decided.
I had a good weekend, albeit a fast one. Friday night I went home and napped until around 6. After I dragged my ass out of bed, Carlos and I headed to the Heights in the rain to eat dinner at Teotihuacan, our favorite Mexican restaurant. It's one of those little hole in the wall places, but that's what we like. We decided that would be our Valentine dinner, and he treated me. :) I then came home, gave him a nice blowjob, and then messed around on the computer after he went to bed.
Carlos worked on Saturday until 2 that afternoon, and when he got home all he wanted to do was nap. I cleaned house and washed some clothes while he was napping, and then he went to a work dinner around 6. We'd planned on going out to Meteor later that night, but around 8 he called and said that he'd invited his coworkers to come back to our house and watch movies and drink. I didn't completely panic as I'd cleaned some earlier that day, however I did have to scrub the toilet, etc.
We ended up watching American Wedding, which sucked. After that we watched the Latin Kings of Comedy. Now half of it was in Spanish, so I didn't know what the heck was going on. While the others were sitting there cracking up, the humor was wasted on me. Maybe it was because they had all been drinking and I hadn't, but around midnight I finally gave up and fell asleep on the bed with my shoes on. I'm not sure why I was so darn tired...
Sunday I got up around 8 AM and went to the grocery store. Grocery stores around my part of town are always packed, and I learned something yesterday....the trick is to go early on a Sunday when everyone is still in bed. It was great.
When I got home, I quickly showered and ran out the door to visit my folks. My dad hasn't been doing very well since he started his chemo. He looked very weak and felt warm again to me. I hope that he will be ok. I grilled steaks for us, and after eating and lying down and taking a nap with my mother, I left around 3 and went to work out.
Here's where the good stuff starts:
After running on the treadmill for about 45 minutes, I headed into the steam room to relax a bit. There were a lot of people in there, but after about 15 minutes or so, things began to thin a bit. Then I recognized Mike...a guy that went to A&M at the same time that I did. Here's the scoop on Mike.
When I first went off to A&M in 1992, I didn't know a soul. I had a friend that lived in Houston come up one weekend after I moved there and told me he wanted to introduce me to some of his buddies that were in school there. That night I met both Randall and Mike. Now R &M had been dating a while and wanted to get "married", and I was so darn jealous of that. I thought the idea of finding someone to spend the rest of my life with just sounded amazing (don't get me started about that now...), and afterwards I lay in bed thinking how lucky they were to find each other. Randall and Mike were very, very attractive guys...maybe that had something to do with my jealousy. Who knows. I just knew that I found Mike freaking hot!
Over time, I ended up becoming rather close with Randall...in fact he and my best friend Seth had dated a couple of years prior, and the three of us ended up hanging out quite a bit. Now Mike I didn't really get to know very well. He always was very involved with campus activities such as hospitality, transfer camp, etc. I on the other hand was only interested in going out and finding a boyfriend. As Seth once told me, the only things I ever really majored in at college were my dick and my liver.
Well, Randall and Mike broke up around Fall of 1994. Randall and I were still good friends, but in the back of my mind I wondered if I could bag Mike. I decided that I could never go there as things were very rough between Mike and Randall still, and I ultimately decided that I had to be loyal to Randall. If I broke up with Carlos someday and one of my friends starts messing around with him afterwards, I might blow a gasket too.
Mike and I hung out only a couple of times after that, however we just never really clicked again, not that we ever really did in the first place. Then he ended up moving to Los Angeles, and quite frankly I figured I'd never see him again after that.
So back to the present. Mike was sitting there buck ass naked in the steam room, and after we were the only two in there, he began playing with himself. I sat there watching for a while, and after I could tell that the coast was clear, I began to mess around some too. Then before I know it, Mike is between my legs giving me a blow job.
I sat there stunned. What should I do? Does he realize that he knows me? I mean, this is something that I have imagined for 12 years, and it is actually happening. I need a photo of this to prove to myself that it is really happening.
So I reached down at one point to touch his dick, however he stopped sucking me and said "No, you just sit back and enjoy....". So I did. After I came, he bent over and licked a gob of cum off my leg and then kissed me with it in his mouth. I at first was kinda grossed out by it, but I mean, it's MY cum. I at least know where I've been.
After it was all over, we ventured out to the shower area. I said "You know, you and I went to college together" to which his eyes got big and he replied "Oh really? How did I know you?". When I told him that I was friends with Randall, he still couldn't remember me. I guess I don't really look much like I did back then, however I was sure that he recognized me. I guess I was wrong. Maybe that's a good thing. I find it strange that I can go out at times and stand right next to people that I was friends with in college and they don't have any idea who I am. Maybe it's my buzz haircut. Maybe it's that I've put on 20 lbs from working out since then. Maybe I just carry myself different. Who knows....
So Mike and I chat for a while. He tells me that he spoke with Randall recently and that Randall is now living in San Francisco and is a bodybuilder. Interesting. Mike also tells me that he's having a group of friends over for dinner, including my friend Jessie that bartends at the Barn, and he asked if I'd like to come. I told him that I had dinner plans and would have to get a raincheck, however we did exchange phone numbers before I left. He absolutely insisted that I give him my # so he could call me sometime. I wonder what is up with that?
Very interesting indeed. I wonder where this is going?
You know, the reality never quite measures up to the reality. The fantasy 10 years ago was Mike. The reality now is Carlos.
And ya know, Mike never did ever figure out who the heck I was.
While I'm at it, Julie forwarded me one of those beefcake emails that have a guy of the month. Turns out that one of the guys is my friend Doug from A&M. I remember when he graduated, he had a swim party at his folks house. Well, he was a go-go dancer on the weekends, and Go figure. Although he looks pretty butch in this picture, I swear the boy has a vagina.
2:20 p.m. - 2004-02-16
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