Movie 1

The point of contact between Merman and I are a few: workplace and gym.

The best point of contact would be the movies.

We've watched a handful of movies so far, the first one was a gay documentary.

Probably because of miscommunication or whatever, he ended up rushing to the theater and almost missing the first seconds of the movie. He sat right next to me. It was unusually crowded.

This first movie would mark a religious habit that we do: touch hands and lean on each other.

He's so soft.

Sometimes, we'd entwine fingers. Caress each others wrist and arm.

"You'd probably be good in porn," he said.

"Yeah, whatever." I'm having a hard on.

I'm usually a little fidgety when it comes to anything, I'd either be moving my fingers, arms or legs, lean back and forward when I watch something, but since I'd like to prolong my contact with him, I stay still.I move the farthest leg from him to temper myself.

After the movie, we went into his car, so he can drop me off at the gym where I kept my stuff.

Somewhere at this point, he affirmed what he texted me earlier: He gets playful whenever he's with me.

I can see him being his sulky self at work. Apparently, his contact with me made him a decade younger. It made me feel nice that I can bring something joyful out of him.

We ended up showing each others cock in his car. We traded touches, and it feels great (of course, it's cock).

We never did anything because were in a well lit parking lot, and some people here and there are walking from the theater. I never expected anything physically sexual with him because I'm really enjoying myself. Also, if I went down and swallowed his cock, he might hate on me.

"I've never done something this wild. See, it's hard right now." He banged his cock-head on the steering wheel. "Ow."

I laughed.

He drove me to the gym, both our hands in each others thighs. We made out.

I'm happy with him too.