Drunk, but Love Is Like A Laser Beam

Tonight one of the guys in the British office asked me if I had any plans for the evening. Of course I didn't and he offered to take me to dinner.  He is a really nice guy and has helped me a lot with the work I have been doing in the office while I have been over here.  He is about 10 years younger than I am and he has a thick accent that I cannot place, but I really like listening to him talk.  He is not a particularly attractive, but based on the bulge in the jeans he wore to the office today, I think he is pretty well hung.  He is a single guy, who told me about the many girlfriends he has had over the years (the Italian, the Nigerian, the Swedish, etc.).


So after dinner we stopped at the pub next door from the restaurant and he had me drinking Corona with a tequila shot in it (and a lime for flavor).  So I had a beer with dinner and then 5 beers (with shots mixed in) and another beer (without a shot because I thought I was going to be sick) and he drank me under the table.  


I had a good time.  I got a lot of company information (off the record) that I would not have otherwise gotten and besides that, he is a good guy and I had fun.


There were several opportunities to tell him I am gay, but I didn't.  In fact, when I told him I could not have any more tequila, he made a couple of queer jokes, that just I laughed off.  


So there I was, drunk (even as I type this), with another guy who was more drunk and who I could tell had a larger than average cock and what was on my mind?  Cock of course, but not the one sitting across the table.  The one sitting across the ocean.


I was thinking about T.  I was wishing he was going to be there at the hotel to hold me when I came home.  I was hoping that it was his cock I would be ______ing (sorry my mum reads this) tonight.  I miss him so much.  I want him so badly.


I am in my hotel room now.  Alone and still drunk (sorry, more typos than usual).  I am wishing T was here with me.  Not because I am drunk and horny, well yes, because I am drunk and horny, but also because he is the love of my love and I miss him.  I crave his presence near me all the time.  All day, every day I miss him and I pray for the day when we can really be together.  When I will curl up EVERY night in his warm embrace.


Tonight, I am alone in a far away land, wishing for my special man to hold me.