A gay story: The Twink at the Cafe 04 A month later
I was putting on my blazer to go to a client meeting when my boyfriend came into the bedroom from the bathroom. He had this habit of walking around the house in his boxers, which I found endearing at first, but home cooking, a stable relationship, and an almost-understandable lack of exercise meant…I stopped that line of thinking and kissed him, then wished him a good day at work, telling him I’d be home a little later, as I was going to that author talk later in the day. I was secretly hoping he’d change his mind and decide to come with me, but he again showed no interest and told me to have a good time.
On the ride to the office I chastised myself for my attitude towards my boyfriend, reminding myself of how amazing he is and how fortunate I am. No, he doesn’t exercise much lately or and he’s more focused on some recent games he’s purchased, but it’s not like I’m into Red Dead Redemption or whatever it is, so that works both ways.
And yes, the sex hasn’t been so good lately, but that’s likely on me, I thought. It must be that I’m getting older or I’m thinking too much about work.
The work day progressed uneventfully and I headed off to a new bookstore that had opened near to my office. One of my favorite authors was speaking there, specifically to discuss his latest novel, a beautifully written story about two men, one older, one younger, and the way they met and their relationship grew.
The book had been something of a scandal, between the age difference and the sex scenes, but that had not stopped it from becoming a bestseller and the author becoming long-listed for many writing awards.
I wandered in and headed to the event space just as the talk was about to begin. As I sat down I smiled at the sheer number of sexy men of all ages here. In truth, I’d suspected this book and this author would bring out a good number of intelligent kinky men, or at least I hoped so. Not that I had ever cheated on my boyfriend, although I came close that one night.
Thinking about that reminded me of Cami and how I’d avoided that cafe, that bookstore, that restaurant since then. Thankfully there’d been no contact. I shivered thinking of Cami’s hand on my knee and how it felt putting their underwear on.
Fortunately, the lights dimmed and the author began to speak, interrupting my reverie. I was listening to him and thinking about questions I might want to ask during the QA session and if I wanted the author to inscribe the copy I’d brought when I felt someone slide into the seat next to me.
I turned to acknowledge the person when I felt something on my knee. I looked down to see a hand on it, then followed the arm up to a face I had thought I would never see again.
“Hi Daddy,” Cami mouthed to me. “I knew you’d be here. I know you don’t want anything to do with me, but I wanted to say hi. I’ll go back to my friends now.”
And Cami did. Sliding out of the seat with the same ease and grace I’d last seen a month or more before.
Since then I’d not heard from Cami nor had I initiated any conversation. I thought I had successfully overcome the temptation of this sexy twink. Cami’s hair was a little longer and the crop top showed the results of some gym time. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their ass, even in the dimmed light of the event space.
The applause from the audience shook me out of my fog. I’d been thinking of that meal Cami and I had and things that had been said. Things I had done. I was suddenly warm all over and my cock, I hated to admit, was harder than it had been since that night.
Should I try to slip out without Cami seeing me? But I did want to get the author’s autograph and Cami had merely said hi and then left me alone, so I decided I’d get the autograph and then leave.
The line was already considerable, so I spent some time looking at my phone or rereading some passages from the book as the line progressed. As I got to the head of the line, I thanked the author for his time and novels and asked him to sign the book. He smiled at me with a practiced smile and did so, moving on to the next in line.
I was out the door to the bookstore when I saw Cami up in front of me, talking with what looked like a couple of similarly dressed friends. I didn’t have to walk by them to get to the car and felt relieved when I got to the car and got into the driver’s seat.
Shutting the door, my phone buzzed.