The Twink & I (Part 2)

Twenty minutes later FuelMix emerged from the Locker Room, all freshly showered and squeaky clean. Twink was sitting there patiently and got up to accompany FuelMix out of the gym.

It has to be said that FuelMix was totally fazed as to how and why this barely legal aged twink had latched on to him and decided that the best thing to do was to let it flow and to make sure nobody got hurt.

Walking towards the subway along the crowded, neon streets of Very Rich Megacity Twink and FuelMix engaged in conversational banter. Twink walked very close alongside FuelMix, brushing his hand against FuelMix’s back and muscled ass, sometimes stroking FuelMix’s biceps.

“Do you really need to get home right now?” pleaded the Twink

“Um…..why?” asked FuelMix, a little unsure as to where this was all going.

“Let’s have some coffee…..please…? I really like your energy. My treat! Please say you will!”

And with that, Twink led FuelMix to a Starbucks and insisted on paying. A little table in the corner with 2 chairs became conveniently available. Twink pulled up his chair real close, so his legs brushed up against FuelMix and he could run his hand up FuelMix’s thighs. He placed one hand on FuelMix’s forearms, looked around quickly and then kissed FuelMix on the cheek.

“What are you doing?” asked FuelMix in a non-threatening way.

“I think I have a crush on you…” whispered the Twink, flashing his braces. “People laugh at me when I tell them I pick up on other people’s energy, but it’s true….I feel other people’s vibes – and you’re sexy and you have good vibes….I like that I guess….I felt that when I saw you…..that’s why I stuck around to wait for you…..I really hope you’re not offended”.

“No”, said FuelMix gently, “I’m surprised, but not offended”

And with that, Twink and FuelMix spent nearly an hour in one corner of Starbucks. Twink did most of the babbling. He was coming to terms with his sexuality, male companionship, male physicality, attraction to other men, what kind of men he liked. He was clearly inexperienced and vulnerable. But at the same time, he was open, demonstrative and sexually affectionate without being a pain or an embarrassment.

In a quirky, dorky way, the Twink’s attention to FuelMix was just what FuelMix needed at the time. FuelMix has already mentioned the disaster October turned out to be and was feeling neither attractive nor intelligent. On the basis that there are never any accidents in the Universe, this barely legal aged twink was supposed to run into FuelMix to take his mind off himself.

FuelMix looked into the Twink’s eyes and remembered, when he was a barely legal aged twink, he called up a Gay Hotline in frustrated desperation and spilled the same kind of beans the Twink was coming out with.

“Shall we go for a walk along the harbour?” chirped the Twink.

“It’s getting late” said FuelMix, “I should be getting home”.

“Just another half an hour, I promise” said the Twink “I just want to be near you….I know a quiet place on the harbourfront – we could sit down there for a little while”

And so FuelMix and the Twink ended up on a bench on Very Rich Megacity’s world famous harbourfront. There was a gentle breeze, a spectacular cityscape, lovers holding hands no crowds.

It was a quiet event. Twink sat very close to FuelMix, with his arm around his hips and his head on FuelMix’s shoulder. He was caressing FuelMix’s hair and back. Frequently, he would kiss FuelMix on the lips and moan softly. It was the first time FuelMix had French kissed a mouthful of braces, but hey……..

FuelMix put his arm around the Twink and held him in the evening breeze. Not much was said. FuelMix couldn’t remember whether he was looking at himself or the next generation.

When the time came to leave, the Twink gave FuelMix a long lingering deep kiss.

“Thank you ….thank you so much” whispered the Twink, “Is it OK for me to e-mail you? Maybe next time we could catch a movie, just hang out, look at the shops, whatever you want”

“If you like,” said FuelMix.

The Twink flashed his braces smile, shrugged on his backpack, walked away, turned back, waved and ran towards the subway station.

FuelMix walked, reminding himself of Google’s motto, “Do No Evil”.

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