Two Marriage Proposals & a Concussion, Part 2: Am I on a Hidden Camera Show?
Attempting to shake off the “Fever” I had gotten a week prior, I decided to let D set me up with a friend.
According to him, the guy was my perfect type; Hispanic, slim/athletic build, and spoke English. Always a necessity. I met him at a restaurant downtown. I walked in with high hopes, which were quickly confirmed when I saw him. As I approached, he parted his full lips and smiled. Great smile, good teeth. Yet another necessity of mine. He extended his arm and greeted me with a hand shake. Good boy, no P.D.A…Just yet.
As we went to follow the host, he extended his arm for me to go first. A gentleman. As we sat, I began my interrogation. His name was Francisco; 25, a hospitality manager and a photographer in his free time. I’m a sucker for a man with talent. Dinner went off without a hitch. I’d have to give D props for his match-making skills. At the end of dinner, he invited me back to his place for a drink. Of course, I did what any normal gay man would do at the end of a successful date.
I went down on him.
And being the gentleman that he was, he returned the favor.
But just as I was getting into it, he stopped.
“I really like you,” he said, looking up at me.
“Thanks. I like you, too,” I said with a smile and pushing him back down.
“And that’s why I don’t want to go all the way yet,” he stated.
The fact that he called it “going all the way” was so cute that it turned me on even more.
“Really?” I questioned, curious and a little frustrated.
I had to do something, fast. It had been months since I had sex, so you could sense my dilemma. I didn’t want to seem desperate, so I guess I had to respect his decision. “Alright, if that’s what you want.”
“Thank you,” he said. “I need to pray before I go to bed. Do you mind?”
Honorable. I couldn’t be mad at that.
“Of course not,” I replied, thinking he just meant for me to be quiet while he was praying next to me.
Francisco stood up, pulled his boxer briefs back on and walked over to his bedroom window. As he pulled back the curtain, a small Mary figurine was revealed. He knelt, kissed it and began silently praying.
I still couldn’t judge, except for maybe the fact that he was Catholic – but at least he’s spiritual.
I laid there, with a full hard-on, contemplating what I could do to get him to “finish the job.” A few minutes later, he returned to bed. I leaned over and began kissing his neck, while slowly moving my hand down his stomach to his boxers. He turned his head to kiss my lips. I climbed on top of him and straddled him, rubbing our bodies together. By the change in his breathing, I knew he was getting into it. When he slid his boxers down, I knew he was good to go.
As we made love, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. So far, so good. Nothing creepy or traumatic about him…Until… He grasped my face in both hands.
“I love you.” I laughed it off, telling him he was sweet.
“Will you marry me?” he asked sincerely.
Is there a hidden camera somewhere?!
Determined to orgasm, I told him we’d talk about that later. I rode him harder; to shut him up – and to keep his mind on the matter at “hand.” We eventually finished…early the next morning. We had a brief chat. He gave me his number and then it was time for me to head home and get ready for work. As good as the sex was, Francisco was a little too emotional and fast moving for my tastes at the time. Later that week, I sent him one of those uncomfortable, awkward “take a hike/I’m too busy for a relationship” emails.