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Pursuit of Clarity (First time gay erotic romance)
It couldn't have been worse timing. Right, smack in the middle of one of my mother's infrequent and stressful visits, I laid eyes upon the man of my dreams. A single date confirmed him as the man of my dreams, but will a series of stupid misunderstandings tear us apart before we even get to know one another? Warning: this story contains smoking hot, first time gay sex. Adults only!
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I see him sitting at the exact same table where I first ogled him. Noticing that he’s wearing something different (a long-sleeved blue formal button-down shirt) since the last time I saw him (a few hours ago), I can safely conclude that he’s not sat there the whole time waiting for me (which would have been flattering, admittedly), and that he lives somewhere nearby.
Wonderful.
He’s still so shy, and as I sit down in front of him, I notice he’s trembling a little.
“Are you cold?” I ask.
“No. I’m just… nervous.”
“Of me!?”
I also like his name, but he prefers to be called “Chee.” While it’s a common Filipino nickname, it can also mean “power” or “strength” in Mandarin, depending on the tone used.
He’s only twenty-two, apparently, six years my junior.
Just a year out of university, and has owned his own business since he was nineteen! This is not unusual, let me tell you. In this country, the Chinese have the same reputation as the Jews like my father back in Europe.
And just like the Jews, unfortunately, they too have had their terrible share of purges over the centuries, going back to the Spaniards. Makes them a little closeted, and keeps a lot of them from mingling with the other Filipinos much.
You never really know how old people here are, yeah?
Back in Europe, I had classmates who were shaving at the age of thirteen (I didn’t till I was fifteen). Here, many forty-year-olds look like they’re in their late twenties.
It’s a biological thing, I suppose. It can’t possibly be the diet since they have a McDonald’s outlet on every corner.
Still, he’s beautiful. I want him, and he seems to feel the same way.
As we talk some more, I lean my foot forward till it touches his. He blushes (God, I love it when he does that!), and lets me hook his ankle so I can pull his leg forward toward me.
He’s still shy with me as we make our way out of the coffee shop, but manages to relax enough during dinner. Despite his age, his English is fluent, which is unusual for his generation.
American English used to be mandatory in schools here, but when the U.S. pulled out in 1991, it stopped being so. Those in their thirties and older speak English fluently, but those younger do not.
Some acquaintances of mine who run American and British call centers here tell me they’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, as the English levels here among fresh college grads are only marginally higher than those in India. Pathetic.
Chee here spent his middle school years in Chicago, however, and while his accent is still Filipino, his English is impeccable. What a relief.
Even more of a relief, he has his own apartment (yet another unusual thing here where people tend to live with their parents even in their forties and beyond).
Not that it matters. If necessary, I’ll get us a room somewhere.
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READ AN EXCERPT:
I see him sitting at the exact same table where I first ogled him. Noticing that he’s wearing something different (a long-sleeved blue formal button-down shirt) since the last time I saw him (a few hours ago), I can safely conclude that he’s not sat there the whole time waiting for me (which would have been flattering, admittedly), and that he lives somewhere nearby.
Wonderful.
He’s still so shy, and as I sit down in front of him, I notice he’s trembling a little.
“Are you cold?” I ask.
“No. I’m just… nervous.”
“Of me!?”
I also like his name, but he prefers to be called “Chee.” While it’s a common Filipino nickname, it can also mean “power” or “strength” in Mandarin, depending on the tone used.
He’s only twenty-two, apparently, six years my junior.
Just a year out of university, and has owned his own business since he was nineteen! This is not unusual, let me tell you. In this country, the Chinese have the same reputation as the Jews like my father back in Europe.
And just like the Jews, unfortunately, they too have had their terrible share of purges over the centuries, going back to the Spaniards. Makes them a little closeted, and keeps a lot of them from mingling with the other Filipinos much.
You never really know how old people here are, yeah?
Back in Europe, I had classmates who were shaving at the age of thirteen (I didn’t till I was fifteen). Here, many forty-year-olds look like they’re in their late twenties.
It’s a biological thing, I suppose. It can’t possibly be the diet since they have a McDonald’s outlet on every corner.
Still, he’s beautiful. I want him, and he seems to feel the same way.
As we talk some more, I lean my foot forward till it touches his. He blushes (God, I love it when he does that!), and lets me hook his ankle so I can pull his leg forward toward me.
He’s still shy with me as we make our way out of the coffee shop, but manages to relax enough during dinner. Despite his age, his English is fluent, which is unusual for his generation.
American English used to be mandatory in schools here, but when the U.S. pulled out in 1991, it stopped being so. Those in their thirties and older speak English fluently, but those younger do not.
Some acquaintances of mine who run American and British call centers here tell me they’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, as the English levels here among fresh college grads are only marginally higher than those in India. Pathetic.
Chee here spent his middle school years in Chicago, however, and while his accent is still Filipino, his English is impeccable. What a relief.
Even more of a relief, he has his own apartment (yet another unusual thing here where people tend to live with their parents even in their forties and beyond).
Not that it matters. If necessary, I’ll get us a room somewhere.
Pursuit of Clarity (First time gay erotic romance)
It couldn't have been worse timing. Right, smack in the middle of one of my mother's infrequent and stressful visits, I laid eyes upon the man of my dreams. A single date confirmed him as the man of my dreams, but will a series of stupid misunderstandings tear us apart before we even get to know one another? Warning: this story contains smoking hot, first time gay sex. Adults only!
READ AN EXCERPT:
I see him sitting at the exact same table where I first ogled him. Noticing that he’s wearing something different (a long-sleeved blue formal button-down shirt) since the last time I saw him (a few hours ago), I can safely conclude that he’s not sat there the whole time waiting for me (which would have been flattering, admittedly), and that he lives somewhere nearby.
Wonderful.
He’s still so shy, and as I sit down in front of him, I notice he’s trembling a little.
“Are you cold?” I ask.
“No. I’m just… nervous.”
“Of me!?”
I also like his name, but he prefers to be called “Chee.” While it’s a common Filipino nickname, it can also mean “power” or “strength” in Mandarin, depending on the tone used.
He’s only twenty-two, apparently, six years my junior.
Just a year out of university, and has owned his own business since he was nineteen! This is not unusual, let me tell you. In this country, the Chinese have the same reputation as the Jews like my father back in Europe.
And just like the Jews, unfortunately, they too have had their terrible share of purges over the centuries, going back to the Spaniards. Makes them a little closeted, and keeps a lot of them from mingling with the other Filipinos much.
You never really know how old people here are, yeah?
Back in Europe, I had classmates who were shaving at the age of thirteen (I didn’t till I was fifteen). Here, many forty-year-olds look like they’re in their late twenties.
It’s a biological thing, I suppose. It can’t possibly be the diet since they have a McDonald’s outlet on every corner.
Still, he’s beautiful. I want him, and he seems to feel the same way.
As we talk some more, I lean my foot forward till it touches his. He blushes (God, I love it when he does that!), and lets me hook his ankle so I can pull his leg forward toward me.
He’s still shy with me as we make our way out of the coffee shop, but manages to relax enough during dinner. Despite his age, his English is fluent, which is unusual for his generation.
American English used to be mandatory in schools here, but when the U.S. pulled out in 1991, it stopped being so. Those in their thirties and older speak English fluently, but those younger do not.
Some acquaintances of mine who run American and British call centers here tell me they’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, as the English levels here among fresh college grads are only marginally higher than those in India. Pathetic.
Chee here spent his middle school years in Chicago, however, and while his accent is still Filipino, his English is impeccable. What a relief.
Even more of a relief, he has his own apartment (yet another unusual thing here where people tend to live with their parents even in their forties and beyond).
Not that it matters. If necessary, I’ll get us a room somewhere.
READ AN EXCERPT:
I see him sitting at the exact same table where I first ogled him. Noticing that he’s wearing something different (a long-sleeved blue formal button-down shirt) since the last time I saw him (a few hours ago), I can safely conclude that he’s not sat there the whole time waiting for me (which would have been flattering, admittedly), and that he lives somewhere nearby.
Wonderful.
He’s still so shy, and as I sit down in front of him, I notice he’s trembling a little.
“Are you cold?” I ask.
“No. I’m just… nervous.”
“Of me!?”
I also like his name, but he prefers to be called “Chee.” While it’s a common Filipino nickname, it can also mean “power” or “strength” in Mandarin, depending on the tone used.
He’s only twenty-two, apparently, six years my junior.
Just a year out of university, and has owned his own business since he was nineteen! This is not unusual, let me tell you. In this country, the Chinese have the same reputation as the Jews like my father back in Europe.
And just like the Jews, unfortunately, they too have had their terrible share of purges over the centuries, going back to the Spaniards. Makes them a little closeted, and keeps a lot of them from mingling with the other Filipinos much.
You never really know how old people here are, yeah?
Back in Europe, I had classmates who were shaving at the age of thirteen (I didn’t till I was fifteen). Here, many forty-year-olds look like they’re in their late twenties.
It’s a biological thing, I suppose. It can’t possibly be the diet since they have a McDonald’s outlet on every corner.
Still, he’s beautiful. I want him, and he seems to feel the same way.
As we talk some more, I lean my foot forward till it touches his. He blushes (God, I love it when he does that!), and lets me hook his ankle so I can pull his leg forward toward me.
He’s still shy with me as we make our way out of the coffee shop, but manages to relax enough during dinner. Despite his age, his English is fluent, which is unusual for his generation.
American English used to be mandatory in schools here, but when the U.S. pulled out in 1991, it stopped being so. Those in their thirties and older speak English fluently, but those younger do not.
Some acquaintances of mine who run American and British call centers here tell me they’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, as the English levels here among fresh college grads are only marginally higher than those in India. Pathetic.
Chee here spent his middle school years in Chicago, however, and while his accent is still Filipino, his English is impeccable. What a relief.
Even more of a relief, he has his own apartment (yet another unusual thing here where people tend to live with their parents even in their forties and beyond).
Not that it matters. If necessary, I’ll get us a room somewhere.
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| BN ID: | 2940015133226 |
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| Publisher: | Evelyn Wren Erotica |
| Publication date: | 08/31/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 82 KB |
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