silent interlude

[cris]

I hear him before I see him. The creak of his chain comes up from behind me as we both near the crest of the Longfellow Bridge, and then he passes and I make the match. His face is masked and his eyes are shaded by sunglasses, but I recognize the posture, the bike and the legs -- bare even in the middle of winter, carved like marble and gleaming

Comments

[silentq]

:)
I have one guy that I'll see for a bit near my new place, but I don't have any regulars yet. Probably doesn't help that most of the bikers are pretty fast and I'm in no rush to get to work. :)

[cris]

yeah, it probably helps me that most of my new commute is still the same as half of my old commute.

btw, this entry is a day late. Today's commute was all about the slow and steady. No way would I be pulling stuff like that with roads as slushy as they are now.

[sirendipity]

This is one of those posts that makes me smile all the way through.

You would love to see your stories published one day.

[ayun]

This is downright pornographic.

[cris]

wait ... really?

hmm, I might be in a mood.

[ayun]

Yeah, really. I mean, it more or less begins with you admiring another guy's unclothed body part and is very rooted in the physical. A lot of phrases that lend themselves well to innuendo (slipping in behind, etc.) Seriously, it reads to me like the first act of an anonymous hook-up story. A good one! Nothing tacky!

(I have, to be fair, been hanging out a lot at work lately with a gay guy who doesn't overshare exactly, but is as out as out can be.)

[cris]

and I have, to be fair, been hanging out with a bunch of people who have made a fine art of innuendo and can even make 'hanging out' sound dirty FOR 15+ YEARS.

(though, yeah, on re-read: "carved like marble ... backside ... balls out". I have been in a mood)

[panzerkunst]

That was vivid.