I've been in Madrid since Monday the 17th but two nights later, this is the first night I've actually spent the night in my hotel room. Yeah I sorta met someone via my friend Jose. As dumb luck would have it, I made the mistake of telling Jose that I spent the night with his friend Madro (didn't tell him about the 2nd night and probably won't) and now I think he's mad at me. I had forgotten that Jose had a crush on Madro a long time back (we're talking more than ten years ago) but Madro had turned him down.
When I emailed Jose about my time with Madro and Madra and mentioned the tryst, he immediately replied just saying he'd call me in five minutes. So he called me and when he confirmed what I said, he didn't believe me since he said Madro always liked younger guys. But when he realized what I said was true, he cut the conversation short basically saying that it looked I had things under control and that he would talk to me later. I felt a change in his voice and I realized that I made a big mistake.
I should've known the cardinal rule of not messing with your friend's friends even if nothing happened between said friends. I had forgotten that he mentioning having a crush on Madro so it was insensitive on my part to mention sleeping with him. I was so used to being able to tell Jose anything that I forgot that there are some things that should've been left unsaid.
So I contacted him today after seeing him online on a common social networking site and he didn't reply to my message. What's worse is that he's supposed to pick me up from the airport when I get back to Chicago. I guess I shouldn't be surprised if he completely bails on me.
I really messed up big time. Simple as that.
The thing is I had no idea that Madro and I would hit it off so well. I mean he kept making little jabs calling me chubby when I met him along with his lovely hag Madra. Madro was hitting on the young waiter that was serving us at the tapas place pretty hard too. So I assumed he was into younger guys.
He trapped me into asking me to guess his age at one point. I tried to get out of answering but he wouldn't let me get away so easily. So I told him he looked about 45 and then he kinda got pissy and said I looked 50. *LOL*.
But he got over it really fast after exchanging a few more jabs at Madra and myself and then flirting with the waiter. I was definitely attracted to Madro. He kinda reminded me of a hotter Ted King. He had this air of confidence about him that was very alluring. It was amazing how quick on his feet he was with every quip thrown his way. So when he invited me afterwards to hang out for another drink, it was an offer I couldn't refuse. I mean it's not everyday I get the attention of a really hot guy.
He suggested possibly going to a bar but Madra wasn't up to it. Problem was that Madra was visiting and staying at Madro's so he would have to go back to his place to drop her off. So the three of us head back to his place. He lives in a nice midrise townhome. We walk inside and Madra excuses herself to go into her room.
Madro in the meantime flips the script and mentions there aren't any real good bars near him but we could either have drinks at his place or head out. He had a few drinks (about 6 glasses of wine I heard) already and he seemed to went to stay at his place. I went along with it.
I knew where things were heading as we sat in the dark in his living room. He laid down on one side of the couch and invited me to relax on the other side. He started massaging my feet and it felt really nice. He then starting kissing and lightly biting my feet. Mind you I walked a pretty mile in them but I guess they weren't too foul. In the meantime I was massaging his feet and walking my hands up his shorts.
Moments later he came up by me, took off his clothes, leaving on his sexy draws and kissed me. I kept asking him if he was sure about where we were going even though we were near the point of no return. Since he had a few drinks I was worried he'd hate himself and me in the morning. Also hello it's not like I'm that hot.
But he poo pooed all that and the show went on. And what a show. I admit he had a brother wondering if he should relocate but I know that's not realistic. Though I can't help but think about Madro, my Madrid fling.
I hope I don't lose Jose though.
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