Going for a Coffee
#25 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Kurt pops the question, and Jimmy wants to be sure he can answer.
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We talked about our jobs for a bit, then about the recent movie that was still running in the theaters and we both had happened to catch it, and then about the bus crash that had blocked the traffic when I was supposed to go to work and I had to take an alternative route. He listened quite attentively, perky ears and all, while I stirred my coffee and made my monologue.
And no, we weren't at a Starbucks, I had made sure of that.
He drank a lot of coffee, too, I learned, some engineered stuff that had reduced caffeine but a fancy sounding name which meant it cost two dollars more per serving, but he didn't seem to mind. I wasn't sure just how well his job paid him, but I was quite sure it had to be much more than what a Starbucks guy made. It wasn't really polite to ask, either.
It was a nice café, and we sat out on the little terrace. Traffic was light, and the buzz of cars and scooters going past didn't seem as annoying as it usually was, not even with the compulsory noisemakers running. Mine sounded, aptly enough, like someone had dunked a speaker underwater. I'd taken the bus here, though, now, since it was so cheap during off-hours.
I was smiling pretty broadly, lol, but I could already tell that the mildly mannered snow leopard had something in his mind. We'd only met a couple of times, talked a lot, sure, and all that, but...well...sometimes you just know. He'd looked like that for the past half an hour, practically ever since we both arrived, clasped paws in greeting, ordered and settled in for our drinks. I just knew that there was something up.
I had a bit of an idea, too, lol, since it wouldn't have been the first time, either, of furs starting off the familiar "Hey, I know it might be weird to ask, but I've been thinking that you look really familiar and...well..."
Well, that's how it had gone a few times.
Like a dozen times, lol, honestly.
*sigh*
Maybe this was it. Maybe the cute snow leopard had felt frisky, gone to one of the porn stealing sites and seen some nice vintage clips of a tight bubble butt lion getting screwed, or vice versa, making hot mewls and yowls while he took it up the ass...or maybe one of the clips where a bit more mature, naughty college kid Lance put his nine inches into good use.
Well...8......but 9 sounds so much better, doesn't it? And with the usual camera angles, you can't really tell.
Not that it matters now. Maybe he was going to pop the question now. He seemed almost shy sometimes, too. I better give him the good grace of giving him the time he needed to work up the courage to ask if I used to do porn. Simple as that.
"So...uh...James..."
There we go...
"Jimmy," I smiled, "I really am Jimmy. It's what reads on my birth certificate and all. My parents thought James was much too old-fashioned, lol."
"Oh..." he cleared his throat and appeared suitably flustered.
"It's alright," I smiled bravely, "what's on your mind?"
It was always a break or make it situation...sometimes they accepted it, sometimes they thought it was hot, sometimes they felt uncomfortable and...well...they'd make it clear that they didn't want to be with someone as shallow as...someone who used to fuck for cash on camera. Not that I blame them. They probably were as shallow themselves to think like that in the first place. And they weren't really wrong, either.
"Well..." the snow leopard spoke in his soft, rumbling voice, "I was just...if you don't think this is too blunt or something, which this probably is..."
I forced a smile.
"I like blunt," I thrummed my fingertips on the tabletop, "I really do, it makes things so much easier, in my experience. Go on."
He looked surprised, and probably my statement did have that effect on him. He probably didn't expect it at all. Guess I just looked that dumb.
"Oh...okay then..."
"Well there's this video..."
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Damn, my heart was beating really fast and all.
"Well, I was wondering if...I was wondering what's going on here," he said.
Now that wasn't the question or statement I was looking for.
"What do you mean?" I said.
He looked a bit shy again...and adorable, of course, in his mottled handsomeness.
"Well...uh...I mean...how to say it...well..." he rubbed his chin, "I mean...we've been...seeing each other, yes?"
"Definitely," I nodded.
"And flirted a lot..." he continued.
"And that," I smiled, though still privately puzzled.
"So...uh...."
Maybe he was going to tell that he was in a relationship, and this had been just...something.
"So, uh, maybe...maybe we'd...maybe want to do something more too?"
Lol...he...he was coming onto me?
Was that it? Was it that he was feeling randy and I'd appeared so mellow and disinterested that he'd started to doubt whether I was attracted to him...that I really only wanted to have a coffee and a chat...not that there was anything wrong about that, of course, that was fine, friendship was great, you could never have too much of that...but...well...now he sounded like he was interested in the rest, too...my hunkable body, that was, lol.
Damn...I really was blushing a bit, now that I was really starting to think about that kind of possibilities with the swishy-tailed individual sitting in front of me and probably blushing under all that cute, thick grey and white fur covering his body.
I swallowed, wet my lips with my tongue, and leaned over the table a bit, propped on my elbows so that I could whisper, rather than speak more loudly, considering that there were furs in the other tables, too. And it felt kinda nice to do it, too, a right kind of a gesture to do at this time.
"I didn't say I didn't want to," I whispered, "we just didn't bring it up yet."
Oh Gawd...did it mean that I was old or something, lol...that I'd failed to see that he wanted to get it on...or something...damn...this was not a good sign. I hadn't exactly lived like a monk for the past couple of years either, but...well...I hadn't really been that active either. Maybe that was it. Just out of practice...if you needed some practice for having flings, that was.
He didn't flinch from me, which was a good sign, I thought.
"I...I guess..." he mumbled.
So cute...!!!!
I patted his paw, quickly, and then sat back upright, and smiled some more, feeling a little bit smug, even, thinking that he'd been lusting after me for some time now. That wasn't a bad thought at all.
"Well now it's up," I said, "and it's completely up to us to decide what happens about it."
I almost winked, but that might've been a bit too much, lol.
"Of course," he murmured.
"There we go then," I said before sipping my coffee.
Whether I felt relief or not for the fact that it wasn't the porn star question, I didn't know yet.