My Pot-o-Gold Runneth Over

My lips are chapped this morning...

Chapstick isn't going to help; I am going to have to bust out the good stuff (maybe even the balm I'm product testing for a close friend of mine. If it works, she'll be rich).

My lips are the victim of an extended makeout session with DH (his 5 o'clock shadow was like razor wire...I didn't care. He was hot).

After I got off work, I gave him a call and headed over to his place for dinner...(P.S. I got my wish...we didn't leave his house). One of turns I had to make to get to his house was on NANCY WAY (I about fell out of my seat when he gave me directions, thinking, "God does have a sense of humor.").

He made what he called goulash...actually it was a flavorful Shells with Bolognese. He poured the wine and we talked as he finished making dinner (burning the garlic toast a bit, but I like a little carbon flavor---except on popcorn). His roommate was going to join us until we found out he had plans for the evening...PERFECT (enter porn music).

He put me at ease with his country charm...dark hair...piercing blue eyes and casual conversation. Before I knew it, dinner was over.

After helping him take the dishes to the kitchen, he asked what we should do (ME). We decided to stay in (insert porn music here), and watch some TV. His couch was a wonderfully comfortable, huge and pillowy, leather couch that both of us sprawled across, casually touching jean clad thighs. Eventually hands found one another and we caressed while watching Dateline (Eagle Scout kills guy for no reason). Not the best show to set a mood, but was kinda into the fact that this guy was trying to make a move during this type of show (he wasn't all horses, flapjacks, and life on the ranch).

Before I know it we are going at it like two guys, dying of thirst, at a makeout oasis. We barely came up for air. My jeans were getting uncomfortably tight in certain places.

After casual banter, we end up in his bed room, making out with shirts off (Hey how did that happen? I'm a nice boy...). I take a good look at him, hoping he doesn't notice the zit on my upper arm (I was sprouting Athena, call me Zeus). He was right off a romance cover.

He was lying on pillows with one arm casually thrown above his head (HOT). His dark hair was slightly tousled from my fingers (HOT). His perfect chest moving up and down, drawing your eyes to his unbuttoned jeans, still covering his "manhood" (how's that for a romance novel). Gazing at me with his azure, steel eyes, I knew that I was sprung.

We go at it again, he gets up to get more wine, after I had put my hands down the back of his jeans to cop a feel of his bum, and found out he was going commando (HELLO HOT).

I stand up to get the glass he hands to me; we both put our glasses down and start to make out again.

Before I know it we had both dropped trou and I felt like the luckiest guy in the whole USA. I found out where Osama had hidden one of the WMD's...in DH's shorts.

It took everything not to drop to my knees, and wipe the tear from my eye, thanking God, and telling him/her that he/she does exist. I had recently had a series of "puppy with parvo" experiences. You know you like a guy, and then you get to the intimacy part, they drop trou, and it takes you everything not to say, "aaaaaww man." Not that I'm into "huge" (can we all say ouch). You know you can't just ditch the puppy (it's not the puppy's fault it has parvo), you've already become attached...

The porn music played in my head as we settled in, and we had fun "playing" around (No, we did not go for the gold...not on the first hookup).

Once we cleaned up, I took off, not before gazing at his nude form one last time, as a ray of light seemed to descend from heaven and strike him perfectly---OH MY GA.

He doesn't think I'm going to call him again. I told him I would.

He's a nice guy...He's a real hotty...I got lucky...on St. Paddy's Day.

With him...I wanna get lucky again and again.

Too bad I have poker tonight, but not really...let him wait a day or two.


Hope you gotta shag on green day.

deutschmarc