In the great city of New York exciting things are constantly happening. Contracts are signed, deals are made, stars are born, and many creatures, great and small, fall in lust...sometimes they even fall in love.
I was working out at the gym and he walked in the room. Tall, European, dark hair, beautiful face, gorgeous body. He smiled at me. I smiled back. 
Whilst working out my triceps he made his way over to me and introduced himself. His name was Vincent. He was from the Czech Republic. 32 y/o, thick accent, and very alluring. Borderline intoxicating. You know that feeling you get when your stomach is in knots-butterflies?  I had them. It was intense. 
Vincent had been living in NYC for the last year. He had moved there from Miami with his boyfriend whom he still lived with. I asked him if he had plans that night. He said yes, with me...
So, fast forward to me driving in a cab to the East Village to meet Vincent at the notorious Cock Bar on 2nd Ave between 1st & 2nd St. The only sign for the bar was a red neon rooster in the window. My kind of first date! Vincent was already there. There was a small Event there and I got to see some old friends. Carlos Morales, Barrett Long and some buddies I had once ruled the streets of Manhattan with back in the 2003 were there as well. Vincent and I stayed close to one anther. His arms around me most of the evening. He would occasionally pull me close and kiss me-deep. My whole body felt like it was going up in flames!
We left the bar and made our way back to my hotel.  We kissed and made out, slowly undressing. I loved the way his weight felt on top of me. His strong arms and hairy chest pressed against me. His dick was bigger then mine. Uncut. He fucked me slowly. Rolled me over on my stomach and fucked me savagely. He rolled me on my back and ate my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head. He pulled me on top of him and I rode his cock. I spread his legs and entered him. He tensed up and squirmed with me inside of him. Pushed me away and began fucking me again. We both came. It was so intense. The next few days were spent going to different Porn Events in NYC. Porn Bingo at 9th Ave Bistro. Randy Blue Boys at Splash Bar. Hanging out with Vincent. Getting to know one another. Dinner. Sex. Gym. More sex. He speaks three languages. Very intelligent. Very attentive and extremely passionate. Great sense of humor. I found myself completely enraptured with him. 
Eventually my trip came to a close and I had to bid Vincent farewell. I was back in San Diego for two days, thinking of him. Missing him. I was wondering if he was missing me too. Fearful that maybe I was just a fling that he had forgotten me already I found myself full of fear. I couldn't call him. So, I did the natural next best thing. I texted him. Within two minutes he called me back. I confessed to him how much I was missing his company, his smile, and his sex. He told me he missed me as well. Now boys, I have learned throughout the years that talk is cheap. Actions drowned out every word. When he called me later in the day to tell me he had booked a flight to San Diego to be with me for four days my heart skipped a beat. No one had done anything so romantic and sweet for me in I don't know how long. 
Some of the people I have in my inner-circle have asked me, "Where is the reason in all this...the practicality?? You have only known each other for a week and he is flying across the country to be with you?"
I don't know where this is going. I can't claim that this is simply an act of lust. It certainly has not been given enough time to be love. It simply is what it is...
Don't blame it on us..blame it on our wild hearts..
to be continued...
xoxo,
N.-