I met Teban almost 2 years ago online, on a cam website. I immediately liked him. We chatted and seemed to like each other. I was in Miami. He was in Bogota. After a few months, I made a trip to Bogota, with no expectations. As it turned out, the timing was all wrong. We didn't meet. I found another model in Barranquilla, flew there, and we had a great shoot. Teban remained a boy that held my interest, even if I didn't want to admit it.
Skip ahead to February, 2025. I moved to Bogota to join a program teaching English as a foreign language (I did my TEFL certification.) I knew there were pros and cons to how Bogota appealed to me as a city. But the opening was there or Pereira. I chose Bogota. Teban and I had stayed in touch. After I arrived, we made some tentative plans to meet to shoot, but it seemed we were still missing the mark. I began to think that I would never meet him. There was an element of lust and longing that seemed perhaps better left to my imagination. I kept the invitation active, however. One Sunday he asked if I was free the next day. I was, agreed to meet, and the next morning, backed out. I had some other concerns but was also afraid I was going to ruin a deep fantasy. I reorganized my head and texted him back. We agreed to meet that day. I wanted to keep it simple, just my place, the bed and the shower as location.
Meeting him did not disappoint. He had the brightest smile I'd seen since arriving here. I gave him a kiss when I greeted him. His cheek was soft. Upstairs in my place, the mood was relaxed and friendly. Having my hands on him was natural. We had long established that I would be capable of no less, if not a good deal more. I arranged him on the bed, had him model a wool sweater I had made, which he could clearly sell in any department store. I lowered his shorts and posed him seductively. We had a comfortable exchange.