An Affair with Joe Rigoletto

A few months after my night at the Web, here I am again.  Finding myself back into a familiar place where boys, gals and gays alike will be rubbing elbows to get in and be able to show their best shot in the dance floor.  It was just me and Edwin; no presence or shadow of Miss B this time.  We did not get off at the usual 5th Avenue and 59th Street station but at 59th Street and Lexington as we were supposed to meet up with another gay friend, Danny, who lives by Upper East side and was supposed to take the downtown 6 train to get to this station.  As soon as we got out we stopped at the nearby wall of Bloomingdales so Edwin can text Danny letting him know we are at the meeting place at the meeting time of 11pm.   We waited for another 15 minutes with no visible presence of Danny.  Tired of calling and sending text messages Edwin said “This queen is ignoring my calls and text message so let us not waste anymore time waiting for him.  He is probably in the arms of another man.”  Since we are in unison that Danny did not even have the decency to let us know that he will not be able to meet us we have furiously decided that we will leave the place at once and head to the bar.  As we were walking along 58th Street Edwin and I were discussing at our displeasure with how Danny stood us up and never even bother to call us or answer Edwin’s call and messages.  “This will be the last time that we will invite Danny.  He is a liar and cannot be counted on when it comes to promises” I said to Edwin.  He agreed with me saying “It was very clear when I spoke to him earlier that he is coming and he was the one who changed the meeting place to 59th and Lex.”  “We really can’t rely on him” he added.  Before we headed to the bar I decided to stop at the Citibank branch at 57th Street and Park Avenue to withdraw money, “I need cash for the drinks and few dollars for the go-go boys in case I see somebody that I like” I said jokingly.  Few clicks on the ATM machine and off we go to another block for the bar.  We both agreed that it was better Danny was not there because we don’t have to force ourselves to listen to Danny’s stories of “I, Me and Myself” or in short, all about him being the best, the greatest and the most attractive gay guy on the planet Earth.

The mood in the bar was eclectic.  It was announced that there will be a Karaoke singing contest for the bar tenders and go-go boys.  Makes it more exciting since I am interested to see the go-go boys showing their singing talent aside from their provocative sexy moves inside the cage.  This showed the other side of these boys since they will sing in their normal clothes and not the sexy underwear.  “Easier to judge the talent without being swayed by the moves of their hips and pout of their lips” I said.  Not long enough it is getting crowded so Edwin and I got our drinks, cranberry vodka for me and a glass of Coke for Edwin, where both glasses were filled with more of the ice and not the actual drinks.  Well, for $10 a glass for me and $5 a glass for Edwin’s soda we thought how expensive these drinks are plus tip.  Soon we are gliding in the middle of the dance floor, dance after dance.  Even if we were dancing with each other Edwin and I made sure we give our best moves and occasionally we have some guys or girls joining us in our little corner.  After dancing to the tune of Whitney Houston’s “Try It on My Own” remix disco version I made a quick trip to the men’s room leaving Edwin on the side of the dance floor.  The restroom was dimly lit and the urinal attached to the wall was blocked by the black door of the small cubicle which make it difficult standing as you piss because your butt maybe hit by the door anytime somebody goes in or out of the cubicle.  I washed my hands but realized there is no soap to use.  Well, what the heck I am not the only one who did not wash my hand properly that night in the bar.  As I was coming down to the basement I chanced upon Edwin who was on the way up going to the restroom as well.  He signaled to me that he will be back when he is done.  I nodded and continued down.  While waiting for Edwin, the strobe lights going on and off flashed a shadow of a slender man who was making quick glances at me while he was dancing with another Asian man.  “He looked handsome” I said to myself although it was just a quick flash from the light so maybe not when it’s fully lighted.  As Edwin arrived, we were back to the dance floor and this time the man who was glancing at me was trying to dance close to me.  Few more moves and he is right in front of me.  Now he is whispering to me saying “You dance very well.”  He said his name is Joe while rubbing my back gently.  Next thing I remember, I was signaling to Edwin that Joe and I are going on the side to talk.  Edwin smiled and kept on dancing.  While Joe and I were trying to get know each other in the noisiest place that night he kept on inserting his index and middle fingers through the hole of my ripped jeans reaching for the back side that touches the edge of my underwear.  I felt a little tingling in my skin as he continued on.  We both decided that whispering nothings with the noise all around will not get us to knowing each other so we headed out of the bar.  Soon we were walking along Fifth Avenue heading south, his hands around my shoulder as he kept on whispering to me things about him.  He is Joseph Rigoletto, Italian descent and one of the partners in a firm that specialized in actuarial valuation.  “Ah, your company produces the reports that we use for the audit of pension plans” I said as he smiled knowing we have something in common as I said I am an auditor for a mid-sized audit firm.  He is in his late 40s while I said I was 37, “Perfect combination” he said.  We took a cab going downtown, “23rd Street and 9th Avenue” he told the driver.  He kept on sliding his fingers in the slivered part of my jeans as he smiled knowing I too enjoyed what he was doing.  We were greeted by the doorman but he decided to make a short trip to the laundry room so he can show me where he said he saw Nicole Kidman one time.  “So there are showbiz personalities living in this building?” I asked.  Yes, there is more.  But I will tell you more when we get to my apartment.  Laughters and tickles follow as we took the elevator to the 5th Floor.

He opened the door and invited me in.  I walked into a very neat house.  Off white leather sofa with big quilts resting on its shoulder, big book shelfs in either side, and a medium sized wooden dining table with brown chairs.  This guy has good taste.  Kitchen was very clean, no obvious sign of nightly cooking as there is not even a grain of crumb to spot.  He asked me if I wanted something to drink which I said only water for me so I can wash away the alcohol that I had in the bar.  “Good choice” he said.  “The same thing I want” he continued.  He excused himself to use the rest room while I finished my glass of water.  He sat beside me and I can smell the fresh breath from either brushing or from gargling with mint mouthwash.  I then excused myself and headed to the rest room to look for the same mouthwash to freshen my breath as well.  Soon we were kissing in the sofa.  His lips were soft and his tongue very sweet.  Now we are both enjoying having our face against each other and his right hand inside my ripped jeans with his two fingers playing with my butt crack and his left hand on my left cheek.  As for me, while his hands were allover me my right hand was gently rubbing his back as my left hand was trying to unbutton his pants.  Joe is very gentle but a very good kisser.  I felt a need to gasp for air as I rest my chin on his right shoulder after the long kisses.  Soon we were both shirtless he has his two hands pressing my face onto his chest as I gently bit his left nipple.  I licked the right nipple and bit on some strands of his chest hair as I moved my head slowly going down.  More hair to lick by his belly button as I zip his pants down exposing his pubic hair above his underwear.  This time the dim light is glistening the wet part of his gray underwear where the head of his tool is obviously pointing at.  He is really into a deep euphoria shining with his smiles.  He stood up and took my arms, kissed me again and start to walk me to the bedroom.  This time he knelt by the edge of the bed, released my belt and kissed my belly button; he looked up to me and smiled as he pulled my pants and my underwear down.   Soon I can feel his warm mouth on my weenie as his two hands were pressed up against my butt cheeks.  I could not help but moan loudly as I grab his hair like a bull by the head.  I don’t want to reach the peak right away so I threw in the bed.  I held him by the hips and started to lick the shiny spot of the underwear.  Now it is my turn to remove his underwear but I decided not just yet.  Instead I pulled the side of the underwear with my index finger and licked his groin from right to left.  Soon he was screaming from the warm breath and spit as I hardened my tongue with every stroke.  In my head I think I hit his special spot.  Few more screams from Joe as he pushed my face to his heated genital and it is now time to finally remove his underwear that is wet from my saliva and his sweat.  We made love over and over again as if that is the last night of the world.  By 3:30am we bid each other goodnight with kisses that put us to sleep with the white bed sheet soaked with warm sweat.

I was awakened by a kiss from Joe who was wearing his robe.  He has coffee for me by the bedside.  “Good morning” I said.  He kissed me again on my forehead and greeted me the same.  I thanked him for the coffee as he helped me get up.  We both agreed we had a good night sleep and now it is time to take a shower together.  We shared more of the sweet lovemaking in the shower and felt the pinnacle of glory once again.  We headed out to the Empire Diner by 10th Avenue and shared a breakfast of buttermilk pancakes, poached eggs and sausages.  After breakfast Joe took me to the train station where I took the E train to Queens plaza and transferred to an R train.

I met Edwin and Miss B at Most Precious Blood church for the 11:30am mass which was about to end when I got there.  I told them about Joe and both were delighted to hear the stories about another sexual conquest.  The work week was highlighted by a text message from Joe on Monday saying he is at home.  He has to call in sick due to stomach problem.  Soon I was using my office computer to send Yahoo chat messages to Joe and most of the SMS were sexual in nature enough reason for the IT Manager of the client come to me to tell me that personal chat and personal emails are not allowed in the client.  I quickly apologized and said I will shut the chat message off.  Before the IT manager left, he gave me a wink and smiled as he stepped out of the Board room where I was conducting my audits.  Since he was sick that day we decided to meet up for dinner the following night.  He took me to an opulent Italian restaurant boasting about his favorite Linguine All’Aragosta (linguini with lobster).  Joe treated me like a perfect gentleman and made sure I was well taken care of.  He took me to his house for a nightcap after the sumptuous dinner.  This time I told him I could not stay as I have training at the office in New Jersey on Wednesday.  Few kisses and off I went to go home to Astoria.

Joe and I went to see each other for two more dinners after and two more weekends after that week.  By the end of that month he invited me out again on a Friday and made sure I will have to stay with him for the weekend.  We spent more sensual moments together that Friday night till it was night time of Saturday.  He took me for a special dinner at Delmonico’s Kitchen where I had my very well done steak and wild bass for him.  The dinner was capped with coffee and tea at Joe’s apartment with kisses of course.  For some strange reason Joe seemed different that night, for beneath his smiles I can feel deep intense feeling.  Something is making him uncomfortable with occasional sighs.  He sat me by the sofa while I was holding my cup of tea.  He breathe deep and started to talk.  “Tomorrow, my mother is coming here with my sister and her children for lunch” he said.  “I have already ordered for catered food so there will be no stress of preparing food.  I want everyone to enjoy lunch and have a good time specially my mother” he continued.  He said “I want to introduce you to my mother; my only living parent.  My father passed away many years ago.”  “So what do you say?” he asked.  Well, what can I say?  I know my whole face went red as I can feel the warmth on my cheeks and the back of my ears.  I could not say a word, so I said “I have made plans already with my friend Edwin and Edine.  Can I confirm with you tomorrow morning?  I will speak to my friends if I can cancel with them then I will give you a call, is that okay?” I can see a bit of disappointment on his face though he tried to hide it.  He smiled and kissed me on my cheeks “Of course” he said.  But make sure you call me in the morning pressing me with a yes.  “Yes” I said.

That night instead of taking the train, I decided to take a cab so that I can breathe some fresh air through the open window of the yellow cab.  Many questions are running through my head.  Am I ready for a committed relationship?  Did I see or experienced enough of the single slutty life for me to be with someone on a permanent basis?  Is he going to be the one I would settle with?  Can I still meet up other guys before I decide to commit to someone?  I wanted to be sure that I am not going to ruin the relationship if ever I will be with somebody for a serious one especially if his family and friends are involved too.  Well, I decided it is too much pressure.  I am not sure and this is not the time to try it as I told myself that once I enter a serious relationship with someone I will give my whole life, heart and soul and I certainly don’t feel it now.  Maybe there is somebody out there for me in the future but not now.  I will know when the right time comes, when the right man comes.  I did not even wait for the cab to reach my apartment in 45th Street.  I quickly composed a text message that reads “Hi Joe.  You are a very nice guy and very lovable.  Any guy would be happy and proud to be in a relationship with someone like you: sweet, caring and very passionate. Unfortunately, I am not ready to be introduced to anyone’s mother.  Please do not take this against me.  I am not ready for a serious relationship at this time.  But I am flattered for your gesture to make me a part of your family.  Take care.- Eric”

As I was laying my head to my pillow I thought to myself “There it was.  I blew the chance with who could be my future boyfriend or a long time partner.”  I am not very young but I am not old either.  I think I still have few years left to play around, meet other guys, go to different places and get to the top of my career before I finally settle down with someone.  Well, what does the future hold for me?  Only God knows.  Am I going to find one who can put up with me or will I find someone I can put up with?  I don’t know.  For now, I will just dream about my future and the affair with Joe Rigoletto it’s just one to be treasured.