The Joe Experience

It was like sliding his willy into heaven. Knowing that he was experiencing the closest form of intimacy with another human was amazing. The feeling was intense. SLB was struggling to control the volume of his expressions of pleasure though, and, wanting to make the experience last as long as possible, was varying the speed of the 'intimacy' between positively pounding and more delicately dancing. It was exhilarating, given the nature of the situation...

SLB should probably mention that the guy he writes here about is not Joe of 'three languages' fame, but Ryan...of 'met three hours ago' fame. You see, things with Joe had moved so quickly, exponentially so, that the entire 2 month relationship had somewhat imploded before it even had the chance to get off the ground. Life with Joe was amazing, but had been rather intense since Joe had needed to move into SLB's two bedroom flat, three weeks into the relationship. So, when the inevitable break-up occured last week (as these things always do when you rush into them) SLB was left with a messy situation, and awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, and an unwanted house guest.

Re-winding to Friday night finds SLB out with friends at Green Carnation, and Joe at home, still staying in SLB's master bedroom, SLB being gracious enough to take the spare room until Joe sorted himself out, inconvenient as it was. While not explicitly on the pull, boys presented themselves to SLB in all sorts of situations, and in these situations, SLB is just a boy who can't say no really, break-up or no break-up. Ryan was an 18 year old who modelled for Chanel. But when it transpired that Ryan still lived at home, SLB did what any self-respecting gay would do, and invited him back to his. SLB didn't have the heart to tell Ryan about his less than desirable living situation, and so, creeping in at 4 in the morning, feigned some long-winded story about his bedroom currently being painted as to why they were heading straight for the guest room and why SLB couldn't offer Ryan so much as a cup of tea. As SLB slid it in, he prayed Joe wouldn't hear them from the room next door...

The next morning, SLB engineered the situation so that Joe and Ryan's paths would never cross. SLB manoeuvred Ryan quickly and quietly out of the house (Sans shower) before Joe even stirred, thus avoiding what would presumably be the most awkward love triangle in existence.

'Joe with a flute' as he would now be known (purely for identification purposes rather than a reference to anything remotely sexual in nature) was now just another boy of the past and had moved out (flute in tow) this weekend just as quickly as he had moved in.

Goodbye Joe. Hello Summer.