The nick of time.

Photo finishing never fails to give me that flush of exhilaration an orgasm short of fulfillment. Then again if the photo finish does involve an orgasm, well... There I have it.

On the account that work has been pretty loaded the past few day and that my boss had to go to his doctor for a check-up, I found my Wednesday afternoon pretty, vacant. The internet can only do so much and between the messages, posts, and adds, I was longing to be poked by a real human person beside me (preferably someone I sort of fancy). Quickly I scrolled through my online contacts in the hopes of finding someone to hangout with. Of course personal bias and judgement reigned over my mouse as I scrolled through my list. Too busy. Too boring. Too fat. Too gay. Too girl. Too straight. Too married. Too emo. Too sad. Too happy. Too fake. Too chummy. Too close - perfect.

Doormat. I like him. I like his energy. I like talking to him. He lives nearby. And last I checked, he likes me. I clicked on his name and shared pleasantries from "hi" to "let's eat" to "lemme pick you up at your place". In less than ten minutes (told you he lives nearby) I was dinging his doorbell/buzzer. He opened the door with a jolly "Come in! Come in!" but he stood behind his closet door. He was getting a shirt to cover up his pumped-up chest. "Fresh from the gym... Perfect." I said to myself.

"I think you owe me a hug?" I said. We sorta go a wee bit back (not yet way back) so this hug was coming from some other episode I have yet to write.

And hug we did. Then kiss we did. Then shirts off we did. Then shoes off we did. Then pants off we did. Then underwear off we did. Then on the bed we went. Doormat paused for a brief moment. "This is wrong." "Why?" I asked. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He looked at me, smiled and said "Almost." And continue we did.

He didn't expect what happened to happen. I didn't expect to have gone far myself. I think I went farther than I should have. But seriously, that moment called for it. And I am glad I did. I am glad we did.

Then I laid face down as he put his weight over my back. He breathed through his mouth a few whispers from my ear. My eyes focused on the door, waiting for someone to turn it. Then it happened. I began talking about myself. My vulnerable self. At that moment, I felt like I was talking to a boyfriend. My boyfriend. It was sweet. And for the first time in five years, my guard was down. It was one of those moments when I wish I could reach out to the center of the clock, and rest finger on the path of the second hand so it won't go any further. I could stay like that forever.

But forever was not an option. And a climax must be reached. Dinner was fast approaching. And our phones were beeping. The computer kept beeping. The cars on the traffic down the streets kept beeping. Sooner or later, Doormat will be taken. And I would have lost another could-have-been. And I would still remain alone.

I finished for him. And he gave me one of the most generous compliment I have ever gotten in years.

"You have a very hot cum face."

I gave him a smile as forever just ended, and we were back to reality.