Is This It?

He has always been evasive from me. But I was smitten the very first time I saw him. I fell for his stocky built, his bronze skin, the fatherly-look, the manliness.

He is constantly moving around, walking at a brisk pace and always throwing glances. But never locking eyes with anyone. I have been tailing him and have known his habits: He'd stay in one corner and wait for someone to perform a hand job or fellatio on him or he'd get near someone of his liking and seduce him into having sex with him. He never does a hand job nor does he perform a blow-job, always playing the passive partner in his sexual encounters inside the cinema. And he never relishes being watched, suddenly disengaging from the sexual act once he notices someone is observing. Even leaving his partner behind without a word to go to another corner of the cinema.

I constantly stalked him. I'd stand next to him at the urinals, stealing peeks at his dick which he would halfheartedly conceal from me--covering it with his hands but not reacting when I would move forward to take a closer look at it. He'd just look up at me(he's short, about 5 feet and 2 inches tall) and look away. And leave, once he was done voiding, never giving any indication that he wanted to be followed.

One time, during a panic-buying time (The time when the last full show is within minutes of ending and gay patrons become frantic for a last lay, or for a last quickie.), I was with a friend and we're playing with ourselves inside the CR (there were about 7 other people left at the orchestra section) when he came inside and assumed the role of a peeping tom. He stood by the door, observing us but his body was turned towards the door, having a stance that said he was walking away any minute. I motioned for him to join us. He did as bidden, and took out his dong and started stroking it. But he never made any attempt to hold another man's dick, much less suck it. He just went along doing what he was doing. When we came off, he just tucked his dick inside, not caring even if he didn't come and simply walked away.

The next time I bumped into him inside the cinema, I pursued him, falsely believing that he would be an easy lay on the strength of the jerkoff session I had with him a few days ago. But he became elusive again. A little hostile even. At one point during the pursuit, he looked at me with annoyance, knitted his forehead and clucked his tongue in a very dismissive manner. Hurt and realizing that he was not into me, I distanced myself, ignoring him the next times our paths would cross inside the orchestra section.

Then two months ago, about 4 months after that jerkoff session, I found him not avoiding me. We were standing next to each other at the back of the orchestra section, close to the wall and a few steps from one of the swing doors. He moved towards me without uttering a word (we haven't exchanged a word until this time). He particularly pushed his groin area toward me, and before long, I was caressing him. I stood behind him and started groping him. We were doing this for over 30 minutes already when, without saying a word, he disentangled himself from me and walked away. I was thinking he'd go to the john and return. But he never did. I looked for him again and when I bumped into him, he had already switched to the evasive mode again.

I resigned myself to the fact that he was not into me, although from among the regular habitues of my favorite cinema, he's the most attractive to me. I said to myself that he'd just be a memory, a living memory at that since I knew that we'd be bumping into each other again.

But last Sunday, the memory became a dream again. I was standing near the water fountain when I caught a glimpse of him coming into my direction. Tired from doing the rounds for almost 3 hours already and with no lay to show, I made no effort to conceal what I felt for him. I knew that the fondness and the longing was written all over my face when he caught me looking at him. He met my eyes, though. And in those eyes, I saw the same longing that was burning in my body. My flagging spirit perked up. But when he got past me, I knew that my longing would go unfulfilled again.

But he turned back, choosing to sit in a place near me and returned the same look of desire that I showed in my body. I didn't waste time. I sat beside him. Discreetly, so as not to alert the other people to the growing connection between us and started what would be my most satisfying sexual encounter in that cinema.