Last Thursday my office mates organized a group outing. We'd gotten a table at The Brass Monkey, a karaoke bar in the heart of Koreatown. I had a fun time watching my co-workers get progressively drunker on $3 margaritas while they embarrassed themselves on the mic. I was feeling particularly brave and decided to sing Tommy Tutone's 867-JENNY. I was awful but enjoyed myself nonetheless. I got lots of high-fives as I sat back down. What kept me entertained most of all was stealing glances at a young gentleman seated at the table next to us. It appeared he was also here with a group of his co-workers. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him: stocky build, facial hair, dark eyes, dark hair, dressed in a black shirt and jeans, clutching a beer in hand. His group kept moving around and I struggled to try and maybe catch his eye, but it was to no avail. Finally, I saw he had disappeared and thought nothing of it. I ended up leaving early as I was in the 3 hour parking lot.
Imagine my surprise when I exit the bar and the mystery guy is standing right there, milling about with his office mates, possibly deciding where they'd go next. I made oh-so-brief eye contact with him and then darted away. I stopped a few yards away where the group couldn't see me and decided what to do next. Should I give him my number? Should I just leave? Think. Think. THINK!!!
So I take a gamble. I scribble my name and number on a slip of paper. I take a deep breath and with my cheeks burning red, I walk up to him, tap him on his shoulder and hand him my digits.
"This is for you!" I say with a smirk. He takes the slip of paper, looks down at it and smiles as he looks back up at me. I walk away without a word as his co-workers begin to excitedly laugh and congratulate him. Or...they're making fun of him? I don't know. All I know is I never walked away and paid for parking that fast. I drive home and just as I'm about to exit the freeway, I get a text.
Him: Hi [...] this is Jonathan. From the Brass Monkey. How are you doin?
And thus began an hour long text conversation. I get all the essentials answered: he's 25, works at a law firm, has his own apartment in Koreatown a few minutes from the karaoke bar and he wants to see me soon. In fact, he asked if I'd come over to his place and watch a movie. Hahaha....no. I have work in the morning and I know that euphemism all too well. I am not getting up and driving across town for a spur of the moment booty call. So I decide to make him wait and ask if he'd be up drinks on Tuesday night after work. He's on and agrees to meet me at a bar near me. I'm grinning. We say goodnight and that's that.
You'd think that'd be the end of it all, but I was actually holding two conversations simultaneously. As I'm texting with Jonathan, I was also FB-chatting with Ryan. He asked me how karaoke went (I had invited him the night before as I know he's a HUGE fan but of course he had work) and I told him it went well. We start talking about work and how he wants to find a part-time job. I make a joke about employing him as my man servant.
Ryan: i'd like to pick up a shift. if you are available. hehe
Me: tonight? tomorrow night would be better.
Ryan: ok
Me: what time tomorrow? so u can start your shift at a reasonable hour. lol
Ryan: whenever. im off work. you can come tonite and have a short drive to wrk in the morn! hehe
Me: hmm tempting. but i'll pass
Ryan: heh ok
Me: tomorrow night, i can be there for dinner time.
Ryan: tomorrow it is.
Wow. So that easy huh? See, when I know he wants it, he makes himself soooo available.
Slowest day possible of course and I'm suppressing butterflies in my stomach as I wait to see Ryan. Then it all goes by so quickly...I'm standing outside of his door, clutching my overnight bag and feeling my heart slam in my chest. He greets me with a hug and the hours start to melt away.
Ryan drives us to Silverlake and we have dinner at Dusty's Bistro (yeah, this actually feels like a REAL DATE). I make a big deal over the fact that the restaurant has candlelight and cloth napkins. Ryan gets a kick out of my childlike wonder. We order our fancy schmancy dinners and I show him my (first) new tattoo. He gingerly touches around my wrist and smiles: "That's fucking badass!" he says and I feel so happy. He listens intently as I tell him about meeting Chino and in the back of my head, I hope the people around us at the restaurant can see how great we appear together. I hope they think we're a real couple. I hope the waiter thinks he's my boyfriend...fiancé...or husband.
As we walk out of the restaurant and into the cold air of the street, he thanks me and pulls me close in a sideways hug. (sighhhh)
Back at his place we watch Hanna and eventually start fooling around. I make him wait as I really want to see the whole movie and then jump on blowing him as soon as the credits start to roll. I am not joking but Ryan is probably some of the best sex I've ever had. God, it feels soooooo good. We end the night with some warm cuddling and UFO conspiracy videos.
The next morning we slowly take our time getting up. After a quick breakfast bj (he comes on my tits and it's awesome), we cuddle and watch UFC videos on YouTube. We also watch an episode of Land of the Lost. I think the best part was us trolling around on a Facebook fan page for Gay Cholos. He and I crack each other up so much. I try not to laugh too hard for fear of waking up his roommate, but shit...Ryan is so funny. We get up around 10 am. I gotta go home to shower and he's going to the horse track with his parents. He's placed two bets and is excited at the possiblity of winning $10,000. Here he is posing with his tickets:
(He didn't win.)
We say goodbye in front his car and I love that in broad daylight with neighbors around, he kisses me on the mouth and then nibbles on my neck. I tell him we should meet up for Valentines. He says that Valentines is his time for solitude. I laugh and walk away, claiming I'd be wet before I'd even get to his house. He laughs and that's that. Sighhh. I like SO MUCH.
Saturday night rears it's ugly head and my plans are slowly deteriorating. This will be the theme for the rest of the night. Lauren is sick and can't go with me to see comedians record a podcast at the Jon Lovitz Comedy Club in Citywalk. Sandy can't fill in, she's out with friends. My friend Darren says he can meet me for dinner but not the comedy show. I say that's fine and resolve to see it alone. Just as I'm about to jet, I get a text from Jonathan. We chat quickly but through a series of misunderstandings, he thinks I'm asking him to come out with me after the show. Uhm...sure I guess.
Jonathan: For you, my night just became open. 11 pm isn't too late.
So, I guess I have plans.
Dinner with Darren is fine. He's my best male friend and we're strictly platonic. I've friend-zoned him until oblivion. We talk about relationships and he wishes me luck with both Ryan and Jonathan.
11 pm rolls around and I meet with Jonathan who was pleasantly not late. He looks cute! Unfortunately, my plans keep fucking up. All of the bars at Citywalk are closing or have strict dress codes. Jonathan asks if I'd like to come over to his place and have a drink. Uhhh....uhhh....whatever I guess. I promise myself I won't sleep with him and actually be SMART about this one.
Short drive to Koreatown. We walk to the nearby liquor store and grab a bottle of whiskey. We make the usual "getting to know you" chit-chat and I like that I can make him laugh. He's got a very quiet, reserved laugh. Almost like he's keeping the joke to himself.
As soon as I walk into his apartment, I realize he's just moved in. The living room is bare except for a couch and coffee table. The walls still smell of fresh paint. He says he's been there for a couple of weeks. We sit on his one couch, listen to music and keep getting to know each other. I am delighted to find out he's half-Persian, half-Salvadorian. I am also half Salvie! Lovely. As the alcohol seeps into my veins, I feel warmer. I take off my jacket. I feel us scooting closer on the couch. I feel my hand gestures getting wilder. My laugh is easier, I feel more comfortable. Of course I want to go into his room, get on his bed and watch a movie! Oh God.
I thumb through his DVD collection and settle on Seven. We both agree we should watch a movie we've seen already so we can talk over it. It's only a matter of time before we're trading massages, making out, taking clothes off...I tell him I don't want to have sex for fear of how I've gotten burned for putting out too fast. He understands but I don't think he cares. He kisses me like crazy. I beg to suck his dick. "Okay, but only if you'll let me touch your vagina!" he demands. Oh jeez. He goes down on me after I blow him (not very big but circumcised! YAY!)....and that pretty much seals the deal. We're not waiting. We're having sex NOW.
He's a very quiet, sweet person outside of the bedroom....but between the sheets this kid is totally different. He fucks violently and aggressively. He fucks me so hard. He puts a hurtin' on me. My nipples are sore. He bites me. Runs his fingernails down my back. He doesn't just spank my ass, he punishes me with strong, hard blows. I lost track of my orgasms. I have to beg him to stop. I can't fuck anymore. It's 3 am and I have to go home.
He walks me back to my car. I limp. He smokes a cigarette. As we say goodnight, I tell him to not be a dick and call me. We're still on for Tuesday and though he generally seems to be excited to see me again, I've been here before. I haven't decided if I like him yet. He intrigues me. He calls me out on my shit. He takes charge when necessary but still retains an air of politeness. He's quiet, as I've said, which makes him mysterious. He doesn't put it all out there and that interests me greatly. Hmmm. We'll see how Tuesday goes.
By the way, sleeping with two guys in the same 24 hour period really leaves your nipples sore to the touch. Owwww. My muscles ache. BUT I'M SATISFIED!!! :D
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