Raw and Anonymous - Pt. 2

Ok, so my last post was about how I got a pissy e-mail from the dude I fuck anonymously in Virginia, now and forever referred to as AF, after filling his ass with my load and how I was guilty. More than a week goes by and I get another one of his e-mails. He wants too hookup again. Long story short, after all the bs I am now fucking him raw. I have never seen his face. I am sure that the guy has a girlfriend or even a wife. He has a spectacular ass! A worked out bod. I pumped another load into it Friday night. As I am pulling my jeans on getting ready to leave, he says in a low mumble "You are the only guy that has ever fucked me raw. Please be honest with me." "no problem", I say and let myself out and head home.

Saturday night I had a date. My morning routine has become pretty standard over the last few weeks. I walk to the New York Avenue Metro Station and ride downtown to work. I have found that this is the easiest and most hassle-free way to get to and from work. A few weeks ago, I started to notice that each morning when I got onto the first car of the train that the same guy was sitting on the bench seats against the wall by the door. A real cutie with this all-American young guy look, 30's and wearing these scholarly-looking glasses. The whole package is just sexy. Well, I have just found myself staring over my book or newspaper at him lately and trying to figure out if "he is" or if "he isn't"? I don't have a great "gaydar", believe it or not, and have never had a great ability at knowing whether I should approach a guy in these situations or not. Well, early last week he solves this problem for me. As I am grabbing the pole near his seat, he looks up at me and flashes this great big friendly smile and looks directly at me and says, "Good Morning! How are you today?"

I fumbled to make friendly small talk as the trained rolled from stop to stop. As the doors closed at the stop right before mine, K reaches into his bag and comes out with his business card. He hands it to me as the train is pulling into my station and with another great big smile says, "give me a call, OK?" I say "Definitely!" and reached my hand out so that I can give his hand a friendly shake and little squeeze before I get off the train.

I called and got K's voicemail that afternoon like an eager teenager. When I was gathering my stuff together leaving the gym that night, I noticed on my cell that he had called back and left a message. We connected the next day and had a great chat. Chat lead to dinner and a movie last night near Gallery Place. After the movie we walked around for a while and ended up back at the Hagens das shop eating ice cream and getting to know each other. It was great. He is a very nice guy and I felt very comfortable with him. I'd have jumped him right there, but got the vibe that he wasn't ready for that yet. We did do some heavy kissing on the Metro on the way back toward our part of the City. And, he called early this morning, so clearly he thinks things went well too! I'll keep you posted.