My heart beat wildly in my chest as the small group of administrators made their way into the small room. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was once again in Thailand, and once again about to come face to face with the young man who walked into my hotel room all those months ago looking for ice and then proceeded to throw my entire sexual identity into chaos as I struggled to come to terms with the fact that I had SEX with another man! And it was fucking AMAZING sex! Sex that I would repeat given half the chance!
My heart about stopped when I had received the private message from Augusts' manager. A select few administrators from websites that promote and encourage and love August were invited to a private meet-and-greet style lunch with the man himself as a way to say "thank-you" for supporting and promoting August and his work in every country. I couldn't book my tickets fast enough..I didn't even consult my wife first, I just DID it! I had to see him again. I HAD to!
The wonderful smells that greeted my nose as I followed the group of about 6 made my stomach flip. I was too excited to eat! We were encouraged to sit around a fairly large round table with one seat left empty. I had a vague notion that is where August was going to sit...and it was directly to my left! Holy FUCK! I started to sweat and discreetly wiped my palms on my jeans. The blood was rushing through my veins and I picked up a water glass to take a sip of the cool liquid to calm myself.
Would he remember me? Would he KNOW me? Would he even acknowledge what had happened? How should I act? What should I say to the one and only man that I know intimately? Those were all questions that were swirling around in my head when I heard the sound of a door on the far side of the room click open. Several of the others at the table gasped in surprise as August stepped into the room. He grinned at us and offered a wai motion.
He looked absolutely gorgeous! August was wearing his signature tight black jeans and white button-up shirt. But his jeans were so fucking tight it looked like he had been liquefied and POURED into them! I briefly wondered if would be able to sit down without ripping them. His white button up was undone, a black t shirt underneath clung to his trim but athletic torso. August sat down and introductions were made. My heart beating faster and harder the closer it got to my turn.
Finally, after everyone had said their piece, it was my turn. I felt more than I saw August turn to look at me. I swallowed deeply before turning to the man himself. I looked him in the eye as I said my name and where I was from. I watched as his eyes brightened and his grin got bigger when he acknowledged me.
"Ah! My biggest fan and best supporter!" August said to me. I gave him my most truest smile as I picked up my water cup. Taking a small sip to calm my nerves as lunch was being served.
As we ate, the topic then turned to if any of us had met August before. A few of us had and as we were retelling our stories of meeting our idol, I felt a slight pressure on my knee. I almost choked on the bite of noodles that I had just put in my mouth as I realized that it was August's hand that had slid onto my knee! FUCK SHIT HOLY FUCK SHIT!!!!!! I started coughing and reached for my water glass. August snatched his hand off my knee as his manager came to my aid. After assuring everyone at the table that I was indeed OK and that I did know how to properly chew my food before swallowing, lunch continued.
My heart was pounding in my chest. It was now clear to me that August DID in fact remember me and what had happened in my room that night. Deciding that there were too many butterflies in my stomach to finish my meal, I gave up on eating and was concentrating on keeping my heart from beating out of my chest.
As our meal was coming to and end (and our time with August) I felt a slight pressure on my left. August leaned into me while putting his hand back on my knee. I could barely make out the words he had said to me.
