Jeremy

I'm walking home from work tonight, as I do every night. I see a silhouette of a guy sitting on the stoop of my flat. All my friends have a key to my place, so I know it can't be one of them, unless of course, they lost their key again.

As I get closer, the person becomes more and more familiar looking.  It's Jeremy from the other night with Nathan. He is sitting on my stoop - no Nate around. "Hi Jeremy. How are you doing?" "Oh. Um. Fine," he said. I dig in my pocket to get my keys and unlock the door. He stood up. "Do you want to come in?" "Um. Yes. Ok." He walks in front of me and pulls his t-shirt off.

I'm a little startled by his action. "What's up Jeremy? Your shirt is off," was the only thing I could spit out. "Oh." He became nervous and started fumbling with it as if he were going to put it back on. "Oh. I thought this is what you did here." "Yes," I responded. "Everyone usually wears whatever is comfortable here. Does this mean your staying for a while? I was going to order out. Do you want to eat?" "Ok," he said. "You can just put your shirt on a chair somewhere." He did so and followed me like a puppy to my room. I changed into a pair of cargo shorts and made the phone call for dinner.

Jeremy was making nervous, small talk. Then, out of nowhere, he asked me if I wanted to get stoned with him. Unfortunately, Jeff hadn't found a new place to get any. "Sorry man. I'm out." "Well, I didn't expect . . . I mean," He pulls out a bag from his pants pocket. "I have some." My eyes lit up, "Oh. Sure. Ok." Why am I not able to put together a sentence tonight.

It was no time before we were feeling good. Jeremy had loosened up and stripped the rest of the way. He was pretty cute for a pasty nerd. I learned a lot about him, his family, how he came out, etc. He's a really smart guy. I never got to why he showed up at my door. The food arrived.  Without hesitation, he jumped up and answered the door stark naked. I know I'm liberal and this place could be confused with a nudist colony, but I try not to scare off the delivery guys. I got up and pushed him out of the way, apologized to the, now traumatized, delivery guy, and paid him. Jeremy was behind the door giggling and trying to pull my shorts down.

We gorged ourselves on the food, watched tv and talked more. Jeremy sat right next to me in the same chair that Nate and I sat in the other night.

I thought for sure he was looking for sex tonight, but he didn't make any sort of move in that direction and neither did I. I think he was just looking for a friend. It got late and we were both sleepy. I invited him to stay over. He did.

He is in the bed sleeping, right now, next to me as I write this.

Good night my blog friends . . .

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