I got buggered by the handful of you about the lack of posts. I assure you I have not been absent due to a lack of dicks. It's been a busy summer.
I'll fill you in on the rest of SXSW. It got good.
THE CARPENTER [The guy working in my building] happened to be passing through Austin on my last day there. He phoned me in the early evening and asked if I'd meet him on the east side of town for a party at an old posh hotel. An hour later, crossing the bridge, I saw his perfect face shining under a street lamp and knew I'd kiss it.
We sat on pavement with our feet dipped into a pool filled with flowers, listening to some country band who might have been terrible had my feet not been in a pool. We discussed books and friends and discovered we'd be on the same flight home the next morning.
The obvious option was to stay together (for the sake of convenience}, so we rounded up my bags and went to THE CARPENTER's hotel, where in a twin bed we had our first kiss and a slow, sweet fuck. I faked an orgasm and we slept on top of one another.
I squirmed when he arranged for us to sit together during the flight, and even more so when he held my hand. He was pretty and I told myself this was a nice way to spend vacation.
