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gestures to a small couch and walks into the kitchenette as I sit down. The music is something classical, Bach or Beethoven, I'm not sure. He hums softly along as he opens the bottle. I feel a wave of unreality wash over me as I sit looking around the room.
    It's obvious he recently moved in. There are stacks of books and a few cardboard boxes pushed back along the wall. I notice a thin mattress rolled up in a corner. He opens a cupboard, takes out glasses and closes it. There isn't a television here. He has a drawing table by the window. I walk over to it and look at the papers strewn about. I'm looking at pencil sketches when I notice a booklet just under a picture of a thin, naked woman. I lift the drawing, uncovering his passport. I check the birth date and am relieved to find out he's actually the same age as I am.
    His hand lands on my shoulder, and I jump. I hold up the picture of the woman and say, "These are very good."
    His smile grows so large his eyes all but disappear as he takes my hand again, this time leading me over to the couch. There is a tray on the table in front of the couch with the wine and some little, golden ginger chews. I sit down, and he sits very close, facing me with one leg folded under his bottom and the other on the floor. He picks up both glasses and hands me one. I swirl the wine around and smell it as they taught us in wine class.
    I can feel his eyes on me. When I look over, he is smiling, swirling and smelling also. I smile back and hold my glass out to him. The glasses clink together, and we both sip cautiously. The wine tastes like plums, cloves, and currant. He smiles and licks his lips.
    I can feel my erection straining against my pant leg, much too warm against my skin. He takes another sip, and I can see that the wine is already staining the little bow of his lips, making me lick my own lips. He seems to respond to that and moves slightly closer, never taking his eyes off me. I take another, larger sip of wine and feel his fingers in my long hair. He pulls one of the ringlet curls and watches it bounce back. He chuckles almost silently and drains the rest of his wine. He places his glass back on the tray and shifts on the couch, moving closer to me, putting his hand on my thigh, where he finds the firmness of my erection.
    His eyes widen a little and with the hand in my hair, he pulls me closer to him. I can feel the heat of his breath between his slightly parted lips and smell the wine and that hint of ginger I smelled before. His eyes are closed, and I let him pull me the rest of the way to where our lips meet.
    His lips are moist, and they slide easily over mine. His mouth opens a little more, and I send my tongue in just far enough to see if it will be welcomed. It is, and his own tongue moves to meet mine and then beyond to trace my teeth. His hand is lightly rubbing my stiffness while his fingers work to get a better grip on my hair. He kisses me harder, with more urgency, and our teeth scrape together, sending an electrical tingle all over my body.
    I realize I'm still holding my glass, and I put it down so I can touch him. I shift on the couch and lean back. He pulls himself on top of me, and I can finally feel his excitement as well. My hands trace his smooth chest as he rubs his crotch against mine. I can feel the first drops of moisture on the inside of my pants. I rub my hand against the back of his head where it's shaved and enjoy the sensation, sitting up to put my mouth on his bare nipple, which grows hard as a pebble against the tip of my tongue. When I pull back, I can see my saliva glistening there and I blow on it just a little.
    He moans deep in his throat and pushes me gently back by my shoulders. He takes off my tie and begins to unbutton my shirt. I rub his muscular thighs as he finally works my dress shirt off. I pull my undershirt off quickly, and he dives down, kissing the line of my jaw, moving down my neck to my Adam's apple where he stops and tenderly