That evening at five forty-five, I arrived at the restaurant. I have no idea why I have this compulsion to be early. It often gets me into trouble. It would be so that night.
I had jerked off twice, hoping to squelch my libido. The only problem was that unbidden fantasies of Jorge accompanied the climaxes. However, it seemed to have taken the edge off the s****l tension I had been feeling. But then I undid that by ordering a drink. Alcohol might be a s*x-drive diminisher for most guys, but not for me. As soon as the drink was delivered to my table, I knew it was a mistake. I immediately felt sexy even though I hadn’t had so much as a sip yet.
When Jorge came in he was wearing a black leather jacket and, despite the fact it was a chilly early spring evening, a tank top that clung to his c
