 The Fourth of July is the big American holiday that lets people blow shit up and enjoy a big meal with family and friends. I remembered how the wait until night fall would seem to be the longest wait of my life, then the sky would light up with explosions of color and sound. I am a twenty-two year old man living in the small but comfortable town of Thomasville, Georgia. I still hold onto my childish love of the fireworks display. The most memorable night time show didn't actually happen when I was a kid. It happened last month on the Fourth of July, when I introduced the holiday to a twenty-seven year old Thai co-worker named Keit.
He heard about the celebration but never had the chance to view a fireworks display. Keit met all my needs in the physical attraction department. He has a slender build with slightly tan skin that looks like fresh baked bread. His black hair is cut short and looks as soft as satin. His black eyes are always bright, cheerful, and sensual in their own way. He is only 5'3", about six inches shorter than myself, but he is all muscle. I heard that he competed in Muay Thai in his younger years and still had thighs of steel. The sheer idea of feeling up his thighs to prove that theory made me hot. I wanted him, and I knew his interest in American holidays would get me much closer to scoring ... |
