The Lunch Boy Event

I shot lunch boy a text earlier and he said he was pretty free today. After over three hours had passed since his last text message, I decided to meet Dallas out in Gloucester and see where she's living now (her aunt's house). I drove out there, carting my hookah with me. Dallas met me at a Wendy's and I followed her to her boyfriend's house before going to her aunt's. I met Brian's parents and brother. We ate reuben's and smoked cigarettes on the front porch. We left to head over to Dallas's new home. She drove, leaving my car at Brian's. On the way there I got a phone call. I yelled at Dallas to turn down the music from her back seat. It was him. He was actually calling. I answered. He was in Yorktown and wanted to hang out. I told him the deal and that I'd call him on my way back home later on. We smoked hookah at Dallas's aunt's home and left shortly after. I got back to my car and darted back home. I went directly to his house to pick him up. He met me in my car. I took the two of us back to my house. I took him to my room and showed him my DVD collection. He chose "Saved" with Mandy Moore. He said he wanted to smoke hookah first, so the two of us smoked in the garage since I can't smoke in the house. We smoked cigarettes out back between hookah hits. We came back upstairs after fixing ice cream (he was craving it and asked if we had any). We ate our ice cream and watched the movie, laying side by side on my bed. It was surreal. Conversation revealed that he was bisexual but didn't like being asked about his sexuality. I was glad I never asked, and even more glad that he said he was comfortable around me. I didn't put any moves on him because I didn't want to force anything or make him uncomfortable. I slid closer to him to where our arms brushed and stayed touching. He didn't say anything. He talked during the movie and made me laugh. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to wrap my arm around him and rub his broad back. I didn't want to make him nervous. It will come if it is supposed to come. We smoked another cigarette and I took him home. Our empty ice cream bowls and glasses are still sitting beside me right now. I didn't kiss him or even hug him when he got out of the car, but it wasn't awkward. I asked him if he wanted to do something Wednesday, and he told me he will be off. He told me to call or text him, so I will. I'm excited. I apologized for not getting out and doing something tonight but he was glad we stayed in. He said it was nice and that he had a great time. I'm pleased. I'm light. I'm airy inside. I'm being real about this though and won't put all my eggs in one basket. I'm comfortable around him, but I'm keeping an open eye for flaws. There are deal breakers, and when he said he'd been to the Garage down in Norfolk (a grungy 21+ gay bar) and that he'd met Skip and been into his office to say hello, I almost cut him loose mentally then and there. Skip is a dirty old man who likes young boys. He's nice and cordial, but I've heard enough to know that he just wants to get his socks blown, and I'd hate to think of my friend getting tied up in any of that. Well, Wednesday will be here before I know it. I'll have to come up with a great plan.