That hot summer night, this puppy was off his leash…
Me being the puppy…
While the man who’d brought me to Florida was on his own adventures, I found my way to some gay dance bar. Being as shy as I generally am, I am not sure how I got to dancing with the tall cute guy. He must have asked me, because like I said, I’m shy. Drinking generally makes me even more shy.
However, it happened, in the way meetups in clubs do. Attraction met attraction, and late that night, out of the club we went. With me ultimately ending up on a side street in the backseat of his car, heatedly exchanging kisses with this incredibly gorgeous college boy until dawn.
We fondled, but our clothes mostly stayed on and no sex took place that night.
I recall it as very passionate kissing, the likes of which I savor in memory! It was a kissing gold standard.
