New Level of Comfort

with lips soft yet firm
hands tenderly exploring
breathing side by side

We've been talking for ten days. It started like everyone else, getting the basics out of the way, but unlike everyone else, he was real and self-aware. That's rare these days, especially in Florida. People down here think they know what they want, but in reality it's all lies. Chamaquito was different.

This is an individual who knows himself - knows how to joke and have fun, while maintaining sincerity and open-ness. He understands me and sees the Chulo that is often passed over for short term gains. I can talk to him and not have to worry about whether he's going to judge me with his next breath.

This evening he came over and we watched "The Interpreter". It was nice having someone with me to share a movie... and fill this empty bed of mine. Everything came naturally, from the awkward silence to the initial brush of skin. After the movie we curled up together and fell to sleep. Sleeping, like actually sleeping with someone, is the greatest feeling in the world. Having the warmth of another body next to you -- it's never too warm. Watching the rise and fall of his chest, tracing the way his lips came together, his taste... everything was how it should be.

In the morning he had to leave me to go to his job. Morning wood had other ideas and he came and cuddled for another half hour before setting out. He promised he'd call, and I believed it. This time I knew I had someone who was worth my time instead of a lot of these other jokers down here.

Chamaquito is probably one of four quality guys that I have met in my year in Florida. I am not about to rush things, but I know that this kid is welcome to stick around.

Blue is my favorite color...