Date: Wed, 01 Aug 2007 18:18:07 +0000
From: grantd47@comcast.net
Subject: Disney Vacation Follow Up -part 2

All disclaimers go here. If you are under 18 or don't like gay man to man
relationships, DON'T READ THIS!


Previously in part 1

Now here I am standing in the baggage claim area at SFO, San Francisco
International Airport. The flight data board said the Reggie's flight was
on-time and should be landing anytime. God! I have got to tell you that I
was as nervous as a bank teller looking down the barrel of a robber's .44
magnum and my mind still is racing with thoughts. I was keeping an eye on
all of the baggage claim carousels when I noticed that the flight data
board was now showing `AT GATE' next to Reggie's flight. If I had opened my
mouth the butterflies would have surely escaped! Then three bag carousels
down I see Reggie's flight number being displayed. Hmm...Do I hang back and
be Mr. Incognito? Nah, I'll just head over to that carousel and wait
there. So I stroll nonchalantly over to carousel number 6 as I discretely
scan the area.

I began to check out every guy that looked to be in his early 20's. "Nope,
not cute enough. Hmmm wrong hair color. Damn he's hot but not who I'm
waiting for" I was thinking as I checked numerous young men out. Suddenly I
feel a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and bear hug me. "Grant
you're here!" Reggie says as he hugs me tighter. I just stand there and
take in his hugs and feel his breath on the back of my neck. He actually
turns me around and now I am looking at a very handsomely cute young
man. My heart just about leaps out of my chest and my arms naturally return
the embrace. "Damn Reggie, I have missed you!" I say "And it's so great to
see you!" I hold him in embrace, I feel him almost mold me into him. "I
have missed you much as well! Reggie whispers in my ear. "How much baggage
do you have my young man?" I asked as I break our embrace. "Grant you look
better than even before", me says with a gleam in his eye. "Ah I bet you
say that to all good looking older guys!" I reply. He snaps back,
"Nope...just you!" "Ah...my bags" he says as he walks to the bag carousel.

There he walks in all of his glory, still 5'10" and a matured 180 pounds of
toned and lean young man. His strawberry blond hair now styled and combed
back and he still had that constant blush. His khaki pleated Dockers
defiantly accented his back side and the green colored checkered short
sleeved sport shirt highlight his broad shoulders and toned arms, not to
mention his hair and sexy green/blue eyes. As he returned with his bags, he
had 2, I commented "Dang Reggie, you have grown into a very handsome and
distinguished looking young man!" "I love the hair out of your face" I
continued, "Now you can actually see your lovely eyes!" He kind of blushed
and replied, "Yeah I had to change my style. Got tired of people saying I
looked like Ron Weasley from the Potter movies." "What!" I exclaimed, "The
guy that plays him wishes he could be so good looking!" With that I put my
arm around his waist, give him another hug saying, "Come on my love, let's
get outta here!" "My love?" he asks. I just wink and lead him to the
shuttle bus.

Once on the shuttle bus we sit down and he begins to tell me about his
trip. Seemed pretty uneventful, just your regular boring looonnnggg
flight. Although I now sure I heard a word he said. I was still in awe that
Reggie was here sitting right next to me. And I was taking in every bit of
his beauty. Yes his beauty. I would say he was handsomely beautiful. I
wanted to just grab him and hug him and hold him right then and there. But
you know, just a little modest in public. I just sat there drinking him in
with my eyes and then, "Grant...Grant...GRANT!" he says as he brings me
back from my hypnotic trance. "Uh...yeah what?" I ask laughingly. He just
smiles asking `Where are we staying tonight?" I tell I have a room at the
Crowne Plaza just a few minutes away and that we should be there in no time
at all. He gives me a sly look and says, "Great...I can hardly wait!" "For
what?", I ask acting ignorant. His smile broadens and replies "As if!" I
just wink at him as we get off the shuttle.

At least he just had two regular sized bags. Some of the bags I saw that
travelers had checked were huge. A person would have had to have had a
moving van to just get them home! Well at least Reggie's bags would fit
easily in the trunk of my Diamante. We get to the car and Reggie says, "You
must like Mitsubishi's." "Yeah", I respond "Why?" "Cause you had rented a
Spyder in Orlando and you actually own a Mitsubishi", he says. "A very
observant young man, and yes I really do like Mitsubishi's!" I reply. All
the while I'm thinking "Damn come on hurry up!" Not a bit anxious at all!
"Now, we're outta here!" I say tossing his bags in the trunk. We hop in the
Diamante, fire up the V-6 and we were off.

"Man! I can't believe I'm here in San Francisco with you Grant!" he says
looking past me out towards the bay. "Would you rather sit in the back?" I
ask. "I could be your chauffer so you can site see!" "No!" he laughs "I was
really looking at you!" "Oh yeah and that is some site to see" I joke back
at him. He reaches over the console between the seats and gently lays his
hand on my thigh and says, "No really...I was looking at you!" Now it's my
turn to blush, which doesn't happen to often, I can actually feel my cheeks
redden. Reggie leans over and gives me a kiss on my reddening cheek as we
come to a stop. I turn to him putting my left hand behind his head and pull
him into me as we passionately kiss as though we were long lost
lovers. Hmmmm...if fact we were long lost lovers. I here someone yell out
from a passing lifted 4 wheel drive "Get a room FAGS!" Reggie says to me as
he looks into my eyes, "Just a few minutes away!"

As we pull away from the light. He sits back in his seat, but his hand
stays put. I can see his mind is at thought, deep thought as he is now
quiet. "I can't believe it', he says breaking the silence. "What's that
Reggie?" I ask. "That you get comments like that here in San Francisco" he
says. I then go on to explain that although the gay lifestyle is accepted
here in San Francisco. Some people still just don't like to see it in
public. But in certain areas, like the Castro District, public displays of
affection are okay such as holding hands and walking with your arms around
one another. But kissing is better left for privacy. "Well we WERE in the
privacy of your car" he spouts "They were just being nosey!" "Next time
we'll tell them to take notes!" I say as I laugh. He looks at me and then
we both began to laugh.  "Guess we'll have to put the Castro District on
our list of places to go" he says. "Oh yeah" I say assuredly," There will
definitely be some sites to see there!"

We pull into the Crowne Plaza parking lot. Grab Reggie's bags and head
through the lobby to the elevators. I press the up button and we stand
there patiently, at least appearing patient, waiting for the "DING" of the
arriving elevator. And the "DING" finally sounds. I was just seconds but it
seemed to be hours! The doors open and we step in. As the doors close
Reggie pushes the button for the 8th floor. At the same time I push the 7th
floor button. "Not the 8th floor?" he questions. "No. Any reason I should
have chosen the 8th floor" I answer. "Well, since that was the floor you
were on in Orlando" he replies "I thought you may be on the 8th floor
here!" "Dang Reggie you remember what floor I was on?" I ask. "I remember
every moment with you Grant" be begins "In the pool, in the car and even
shopping, especially our romantic moments. Like I told you in the note, you
showed me what romance and love was really about. And that I would never
forget our time together. Do you want to know how many times I wanked
myself thinking out you?" With that he drops his bags and put his lips on
mine and we begin kissing and groping each other like school kids. His
tongue masterfully worked its way in my mouth and touched every corner and
every taste bud of my tongue. I responded by pulling him close and holding
his groin into mine. I could feel both of our hardening manhood's rubbing
against each other.

We hear the "DING" of the elevator stopping and barely have to time regain
our composure as the doors open at the 4th floor. And who would be standing
there, yep you guessed it, the breakfast lady. "Oh...uh" she looks at me
and tries to smile "Looks like you're up...going up I mean?" She must have
notice that one or both of us had tented pants and guilty looks on our
faces. "Why yes" I saw trying in vain to act as normal as I could, "Are you
on your way up as well." "Oh no I'm on my way down!" she says. Reggie
whispers in my ear "And so will I very shortly." And then rubs his hand
across my crotch with her watching as the doors close.