Saturday Morning greeted me with cloudless sunshine and the kind of excitement you just can’t let overwhelm you. If you do, you are likely to make a real fool out of yourself. For today was the day Mr. Muscle and I would meet. I was a little apprehensive about the first encounter with this burley masculine man since our first date was to be at his place. To say this was uncharted territory is an understatement.
Our date was planned for 6′oclock. Since I had all day to do whatever I wanted I decided to call a guy that I had been talking to online for about a month. Really nice guys. I could tell that he was interested in me but I was pretty up front that friendship would be as far as it would go and that seemed to be quite all right with him. We planned to meet for Brunch at a really neat place in Midtown called Vickery’s. I just love their brunch.
When you decide to meet someone for the first time, even if you have seen hundred of photos and talked on the phone for hours, nothing compares to face to face. The person’s presence and their mannerisms and physical attributes really come together in a way that never matches what your brain put together to fill in the gaps. Since I was meeting Designer Dave on a purely platonic level, I had considerably fewer expectations on what he looked like. I say that with a small caveat, I can’t handle having friends that look tore up and funky. I take care of myself and my friends do as well.
When I arrived I instantly knew who he was among the patrons basking in the glorious Atlanta midday sun. For starters he was the only one sitting alone, also he looked very close to his photos. So I was a happy camper. As I sat down I could not help but notice I got the Designer Dave view and he got the patron view. It pays to be early, I always try to get patron view! Anyway, we sat there for 3 hours talking about everything under the sun. Every so often our pretty overly manscaped waiter would sashay up to refill our glasses and say something cute and clever, then whisk himself away with something very important to do, i’m sure. I could have stayed for hours. Between the waiter and Designer Dave I was throughly entertained. But the day was ticking along and I had a hot date with my Mr. Muscle in two hours.
As we hugged and said our good byes, promising to do it again sometime, I found myself walking back to my testosterone injected man magnet of a vehicle thinking; “Crap, what am I going to do for two hours!” I hate it when I do that, its that excitement getting the better of me. Two hours in excitement land is like 15 minutes. So much to do! so little time. Well the reality was I had nothing to do but wait.
5:50 roles around and I park across the street. I had all ready been wondering aimlessly around town for what seemed like forever. So another 10 minutes would not hurt me. To kill the time I walked over to a nearby store and made a determined pass through, trying hard to make it look as though there was something very specific I was looking for. I pulled my phone out of my pocket after examining food labels to realize I was 2 minutes late now! The box flew back on the shelf and I was out of there! As soon as I got close to the building in which Mr. Muscle calls home. I called him to let him know I was there and where exactly I should go. He told me to cross the street and he would come out and greet me.
I hung up the phone and crossed the street when I heard my name. I must have looked like an idiot looking in ever which direction trying to figure out where that masculine voice came from. He yelled my name again and this time I spotted him up the stairs and…..what is this….hes wearing a towel!
It was like a powerful wave of emotion hit me; is this a booty call! Is this muscle bear gonna pound my butt into 2020, will I be able to walk back to my vehicle, how will I get down the stairs, what have I done? I thought this was supposed to be a nice first meeting with a few drinks and take out dinner and some TV, maybe a little petting and kissing if I get lucky. Why is he not wearing cloths? The thought of turning around and heading back to my wheels however seemed like a horrible option, this dude is hot and he just answered the door practically in the “buff”! Keep your composure AD!
As soon as he realized I saw him, he said “come on up, sorry I just took a shower”.
With my penis now firmly in control of my legs, I marched up those stairs like a soldier heading into battle and entered the domain of Mr. Muscle. As I closed the door behind me, I did what I was raised to do, stay there until you are invited further in. Problem was, Mr. Muscle was no where to be seen. From around the corner he started talking to me. I could tell he as toweling himself off by the way he was talking, you know that quivering sound your voice makes as you reach for the various ends of your body. It was typical small talk, I bitch about my fuel economy on my gas chugger he talked about his new car.
He realized I was just standing at the door so he told me to head into the living room and take off my shoes and make myself comfortable. So I did. As I entered the living room scanning for the best place to plant myself, I saw the lone chair on the other side of the room from the couch. I figured a little distance would be in order for now. As sat down, I continued checking out the place. I noticed he had impeccable taste in furniture, and classy accessories. Moments later Mr. Muscle appeared. This man was HOT! Big chest, big arms with the tribal tattoo’s peaking out from the end of his shirt arms, nice meaty legs. Mr. Muscle, physically, by far exceeded my expectations and looked even better in person than in photos. He came directly to me, I stood up and he gave me a big strong hug and a kiss on the cheek and welcomed me into his home.
There was something about him that instantly put me at easy. He was wearing a gay theme wear shirt fit nice and snug and short sports shorts. I of course was far over dressed, but so what, right.
He offered to make me a drink, obviously I obliged and requested a vodka and cranberry after he listed what he had available. After about 10 minutes of small talk and half a beverage in me I was ready to be a little bold. I got up and walked across the room to sit on the couch with him. Still a little reserved and coy, after all I was not sure yet if he was still interested, I sat on the other end of the couch from him. I figured one bottom cushion length was close enough yet not eager.
As we continued to converse it finally occurred to me that Mr. Muscle has a thing for clocks. My penis took a long enough break for me to take in my surroundings. He had every kind of clock imaginable. Everywhere you looked there was a clock. Many appeared to be antique, some of them even reminded me of clocks I was used to seeing in my family. I opted not to ask about the clocks, who knows what can of “something” you would be opening with that. It seems in dating, when it comes to asking questions, less is more.
We ordered Chinese take out for dinner. Being a person that never carries any cash, it quickly dawned on me when the delivery guy arrived that I did not have any money to help pay for dinner. Oh No!! I feel like Dixie Moocher! In a feeble attempt, I asked if they take plastic (I mean come on, how tacky is that! But I had to do something) and he quickly replied “don’t worry about it, I got it”. I was not sure if I should have been relieved or embarrassed. I figured we would eat out of the boxed but Mr. Muscle is actually a gentlemen and fixed our plates for us. He actually cared enough to think about presentation. Could it be, the man that is entertaining me is the holy grail of the muscle bears? Masculine, Classy, Gentlemanly and can decorate?
After dinner, I decided to get a little more comfortable and took off my shoes. I did not take them off earlier since I was not sure what would be happening. I made myself wide on the couch when it happened. My knee touched his knee. It was almost electric. His knee did not move or flinch when moments later he placed his hand on my leg and slowly massaged the area just above the knee. The warmth from his meaty hands quickly penetrated through my jeans. The feeling was so nice. How can such a simple thing feel so good, from someone you just met.
As my attention turned from the TV to him, he looked at me and I knew, this man is coming in for the kiss. He slowly leaned in, I closed my eyes and there in the living room filled with clocks ticking away Mr. Muscle kissed me. His lips were soft, is tongue knew exactly what to do, his hand on my neck and time just stopped. His voice made a soft and subtle moan as be moved away, looked me in the eye and I then kissed him. It was not long after that when Mr. Muscle stood up, reached over to my and and pull me up. His hand locked into mine as he gently pulled me to the bedroom.
I hoped into his bed, trying oh so hard not to behave like a little school girl. He turned on the TV and said that this would be more comfortable. That night Mr. Muscle and I cuddled in his bed with all of our clothes on and watched TV until it was time for me to go home.
Me and Mr. Muscle will see each other again.
AD
