The Coffee Stain (1)
Funny how we met. Deep in thought and late...as usual... I rushed into the coffee shop totally captivated by my own thoughts and suddenly bumped into a guy carrying out a hot cup of coffee.
What the hell........ shit is hot. What are doing can't you look where you going? He stares at me with the most gorgeous black eyes. They pierce through me as he stares angrily at my face.
Sorry I was not think. ...
Obviously dude look at me my shirt is ruined and I'm burned. I'm late for a meeting as it is.
I suddenly remember there is a Markham's across the street and said.
Come on let me go get you a new shirt I'm really sorry man. By the way I'm Jay.
Shit thanx...I'm Sino.
As we walk across the road I notice how his shirt hugs his muscular frame he is black but light in complexion and very well dressed .....now ruined by coffee stains.
We chit chat as we find shirts and go and put it on. He finds a pink shirt and I take a blue one. He looks really handsome in it.
Jay can you please do me a favour and drop me of at the Department of Education I missed my lift.
Sure it's on my way I lie as I really feel bad about ruining this nice guy's day.
Thanx for this I appreciate it.
We gonna watch the game between South Africa and Nieu-Zealand on Saturday at the local pub you can join us if you like just to say thanx for the shirt.
Sure I'll see if I can make it.
We shake hands and he smiles. He took my breath away.
Cheers see you Saturday he says as he turns and walk away.
I keep on looking as he walks away and drink in his frame the way his clothes fit over his ass and his shirt over his back and arms.
He turns and winks and I grow red in my face as he must have realised I was staring.........
By Jay du Prez