I suppose it was just a matter of time. I always suspected it was. Considering the turn last week had taken I had started to believe it was all slip sliding away, but apparently not even I can read the future.
Yesterday I got a message from Bugsy on MSN, asking me over for a movie. I had been supposed to come over after the pub on Wednesday last week, but other events had unfolded and instead had been dragged out to a pub downtown not to return until four in the morning, leaving him up waiting for me until half past two.
Feeling pretty bad about having left him hanging I had promised him to make it up to him, and so he claimed my presence tonight instead for a movie, some massage and a good time. This seemed fair enough and I gladly accepted. He had been acting a bit cold towards me since that night, and I was happy to see he wasn't pissed at me.
At around half past nine I arrived at his apartment, and we began the usual bantering. The first difference I noticed was when he came back from the shower he had decided on taking before the movie.
Living around army people does involve some differences from normal dorm life. Nudity is one of those differences. Having been out in the woods practicing battle formations with your school mates grinds away most of the coyness you might have had from the start, and the concept of being unclothed is nothing you take notice of, neither there or back in the village. Therefore it was not really that strange to have him come back into the room wearing only a towel, but I could not help but react The last time I was there he had changed in the living room "to spare me from the sight". This time he came back in a tiny towel and put on his underwear not four feet from where I was sitting, throwing comments at him to let me know when it was appropriate to look again.
The movie started and we did all the usual things; turn off the lights, close the door and bundle up in his bed. It didn't take long before I was safely leaning towards his chest. Usually when we watch a movie we spend half of it poking and pushing each other around; him to scare me, and me to get back at him.
This time, it was slightly different. He kept his hand on my thigh and kept stroking it. He tickled my stomach in light strokes. He played with my hair.
"Pet gently," he said when I poked him for something he had said. "Pet gently."
So I laid on my back in his bed with my head on his stomach, his right hand stroking the backside of my thigh and his left hand playing with my hair. Writing about it, it just seems ridiculous to claim that I at the time was unsure of what he was really after, but he had done some of those things even before when he had a girlfriend. At that time I assumed that he wasn't after anything else than a good evening. This time, however, I was growing more and more unsure of that motive.
Especially when I had put my hand over my head and realized that there was a bump underneath my biceps that didn't quite feel like a stomach.
When we were halfways into the second movie and he had started playing with my fingers I doubt either of us had any idea at all as to what happened in the movie. All I could think of was the sensation of our fingers playing in the dark. When the movie ended and the screen went dark, neither of us made any notion of moving.
Finally he wispered,
"Do you know what I would like?"
I knew exactly.
I had absolutely no intention of messing around with the guys in the village when I came here. Keeping your lawn clean, and not shitting where I eat seemed - and still seems - like the only reasonable path to make this stay pleasant.Yet only counting the last week I have slept with no less than three different men - which probably is some kind of record - of which two of them definitely were as unexpected as they were classical Potentially Bad Ideas.
With the Christmas Holiday coming up within the week and the departments being split into our different sections whatever rumors that come up will most likely have blown past when spring comes. Bugsy will be in the Info section while I'll spend most of my time in the technical department, and so whatever gossip will probably be a little less noticeable. As of yet we are not only in the same department but in the same group, which on these grounds is as close to blasphemy as it gets, but we have also been playing around since Bosnia, so hopefully people won't even react.
And, I got to say.
Nice. Damned nice.
Yesterday I got a message from Bugsy on MSN, asking me over for a movie. I had been supposed to come over after the pub on Wednesday last week, but other events had unfolded and instead had been dragged out to a pub downtown not to return until four in the morning, leaving him up waiting for me until half past two.
Feeling pretty bad about having left him hanging I had promised him to make it up to him, and so he claimed my presence tonight instead for a movie, some massage and a good time. This seemed fair enough and I gladly accepted. He had been acting a bit cold towards me since that night, and I was happy to see he wasn't pissed at me.
At around half past nine I arrived at his apartment, and we began the usual bantering. The first difference I noticed was when he came back from the shower he had decided on taking before the movie.
Living around army people does involve some differences from normal dorm life. Nudity is one of those differences. Having been out in the woods practicing battle formations with your school mates grinds away most of the coyness you might have had from the start, and the concept of being unclothed is nothing you take notice of, neither there or back in the village. Therefore it was not really that strange to have him come back into the room wearing only a towel, but I could not help but react The last time I was there he had changed in the living room "to spare me from the sight". This time he came back in a tiny towel and put on his underwear not four feet from where I was sitting, throwing comments at him to let me know when it was appropriate to look again.
The movie started and we did all the usual things; turn off the lights, close the door and bundle up in his bed. It didn't take long before I was safely leaning towards his chest. Usually when we watch a movie we spend half of it poking and pushing each other around; him to scare me, and me to get back at him.
This time, it was slightly different. He kept his hand on my thigh and kept stroking it. He tickled my stomach in light strokes. He played with my hair.
"Pet gently," he said when I poked him for something he had said. "Pet gently."
So I laid on my back in his bed with my head on his stomach, his right hand stroking the backside of my thigh and his left hand playing with my hair. Writing about it, it just seems ridiculous to claim that I at the time was unsure of what he was really after, but he had done some of those things even before when he had a girlfriend. At that time I assumed that he wasn't after anything else than a good evening. This time, however, I was growing more and more unsure of that motive.
Especially when I had put my hand over my head and realized that there was a bump underneath my biceps that didn't quite feel like a stomach.
When we were halfways into the second movie and he had started playing with my fingers I doubt either of us had any idea at all as to what happened in the movie. All I could think of was the sensation of our fingers playing in the dark. When the movie ended and the screen went dark, neither of us made any notion of moving.
Finally he wispered,
"Do you know what I would like?"
I knew exactly.
I had absolutely no intention of messing around with the guys in the village when I came here. Keeping your lawn clean, and not shitting where I eat seemed - and still seems - like the only reasonable path to make this stay pleasant.Yet only counting the last week I have slept with no less than three different men - which probably is some kind of record - of which two of them definitely were as unexpected as they were classical Potentially Bad Ideas.
With the Christmas Holiday coming up within the week and the departments being split into our different sections whatever rumors that come up will most likely have blown past when spring comes. Bugsy will be in the Info section while I'll spend most of my time in the technical department, and so whatever gossip will probably be a little less noticeable. As of yet we are not only in the same department but in the same group, which on these grounds is as close to blasphemy as it gets, but we have also been playing around since Bosnia, so hopefully people won't even react.
And, I got to say.
Nice. Damned nice.