On New Year’s Eve a few back I met this boy at a house party, he was tall, quite skinny but lean and muscular, he had almost a Mohawk/fauxhawk haircut and this kind of punk look, but he was actually a really sweet sort of guy. In case you’re wondering I’m a short-ish, skinny, twinky sort of guy with a fringe, whose usually pretty shy and doesn’t like talking too much.
Mohawk boy and I didn’t actually talk all that much on New Year’s Eve but we both stayed the night. The next morning, well, the next afternoon, we both caught the same bus part of the way home. We were both a little hungover, so before we went our seperate ways we went to get some greasy food at an American diner type place that was open at a shopping mall.
We must have both been still kind of drunk because the conversation got very flirty very fast. He was asking me about things I’d done with guys, what I was into, whether I was a top or bottom and stuff like that, but he kept talking about girls so I couldn’t tell if he was bi, curious or just messing with me. He had this deep voice that was really turning me on.