A Trip to the Dales 3
By John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com
A couple of days later and he received a call from Tariq, asking if it would be okay to come around that night. He was not due to see Jack, so he said yes. After the call, his imagination began to work overtime wondering what he would be like without his cousin being there. In his mind's eye, he kept coming back to the comment from Jack about him having a big dick. That was the only thing because he was not really a looker and nothing else had come up in that first meeting which really appealed.
The doorbell rang in the early evening and a polite Tariq thanked him for allowing him to come around. He was dressed in the same leather jacket as before and made his way to the same armchair.
"Finish off the film you started before?" asked Tim.
"Yeah, anything. Yeah, that'd be okay, no problem."
Tim concluded he was still rather nervous.
"Would you like a beer, or tea, coffee, anything?"
"Beer would be good if it's all right with you."
Tim set the video going and went into the kitchen for the beer. He took his time, wanting to let him settle in with the movie before going back to the lounge. As he entered the room Tariq appeared not to have heard him as he sat leaning forward slightly watching the screen. Two men were now fucking each other, which Tariq had not seen on the previous visit.
Just as Jack had been, he appeared glued to the set with his jaw slightly open. Tim thought this must be the first time he had seen anything like this and would probably have been something of a shock. He was right beside him handing the beer before he realised and jumped finding Tim next to him.
Tim sat on the sofa and began watching but his mind couldn't concentrate. He had seen the movie so many times already he knew it off by heart. Instead, he watched intently the reactions to the different scenes on Tariq's movements. In a quarter of an hour, he didn't say a word.
Tim was getting a little bored.
"What do you think of the film?"
Tariq tore himself away. "Fine, good. Yeah, good film." And went back to the screen.
Tim noticed it was only when the two girls came back into the bedroom and they began a foursome orgy did Tariq move a hand to cover his crotch. Tim wondered if this meant he was biased towards women and perhaps only curious at seeing men have sex.
He decided to give him more time and went to do chores in the kitchen. Those finished he went back to the lounge and sat down, but within minutes Tariq said he must be going and stood up and grabbed his jacket. He appeared a little nervous and anxious to leave quickly. A quick check of his crotch didn't show anything though. Before going he again asked if he could come back another time and Tim without thinking said yes, but no sooner had he shut the door he felt a little upset.
So far he had been unable to draw Tariq into any meaningful conversation and letting him watch movies without any kind of communication was a bit boring, to say the least. Besides he had forgone programmes on TV that he liked to watch. Tim thought about the situation and decided the next time he came would be the last if nothing changed.
The following night he met with Jack. For a change, they went to the cinema and called back at Tim's place for an hour in bed before dropping him back at the shop. He kept him up-to-date about Tariq and asked if they had spoken. Unusual for Tariq, he had not called him since the week before. It made Tim wonder if Tariq was embarrassed about the whole thing and was avoiding talking to Jack but clearly, he could not stop coming around.
Tim heard nothing for a few days when Tariq phoned and asked if the following night would be alright. Tim got home from work to hear the phone ringing.
"Hi Tim, it's me, Tariq. Look mate, I got some overtime so will be a bit later if that is still okay with you. Or I could come another night?"
"No, it's fine, when you are ready."
"Oh, thanks mate, see you later."
An hour later the doorbell rang.
"I came straight from work or I'd be too late if I went home first. Been getting some overtime lately but it was supposed to be the last yesterday and then they sprang this on us this afternoon."
"No problem, come in and sit down. I put a film on so you just have to press 'start', I have a few jobs to get finished off first."
He left him to it and went into the kitchen but Tariq followed him through.
"Well you know I said I came straight from work? My clothes are clean because at work I just wear overalls, but I don't fancy sitting in your house without taking a shower. You know what I mean? After being at work all day long, you know. Do you think you could let us have one?"
"No problem at all, come on upstairs and I'll show you where everything is."
"Cheers mate, that's really good of you."
Tim had an en suite so took him to his bedroom.
"Nice place."
"Just leave your towel on the landing when you've finished."
"Sure."
Tim was hoping to see him get undressed but it was clear that Tariq was waiting for him to go before he did. He added the fact to his list of negative feelings and left.
Before going back downstairs, he went to the cupboard and picked out a replacement towel and hung it over the banister before going back to the kitchen. Just as he got to the bottom of the stairs he heard Tariq.
"Tim, how do you work this, I can't get it to come on."
Tim looked up to see him wrapped in a towel. Turning around he went back up and into his bedroom wondering why he hadn't sussed out the controls.
"I was turning that both ways but nothing happens," he said pointing at one of the controls.
Tim smiled, he had not turned on the master switch yet.
"Get in and I will switch it on and show you how to use it."
Tariq stood momentarily undecided.
"Come on," laughed Tim "we haven't got all night."
Finally, he dropped the towel on the bed and covering his crotch, stepped into the shower.
"Okay, this is the master switch. And this one is the pressure - in and out, left and right is hot to cold. And this changes it from a strong jet all the way to a fine mist. But don't use that strong jet on your arse or you might get a surprise enema," he laughed.
Tariq stood with the water washing over him, hand securely covering his jewels.
Tim looked him over, delaying the moment when he would leave. The second he was about to turn and go out it was like being punched on the side of the head.
"Wow!"
Tariq jumped. "What?"
Jack said you went to the gym but I just noticed, what great body you have. I never realised, I mean I never looked properly before but you look fantastic.
Tariq looked blankly for a few seconds. "Oh yes, I usually go about three times a week. Do you like it?"
He looked down at himself as Tim appraised.
"Who'd have guessed with your clothes on?" Tim reached over and gave his biceps a squeeze, then his shoulders.
"How long you been working out?"
"Around eighteen months now. Not bad is it?"
He traced his own hand over his chest, doing what Tim really wanted to be doing. Then suddenly forgetting his nakedness his hand moved from his crotch to run over the opposite bicep. Tim almost choked when he saw his dick, fat and long hanging in front of a large set of balls. Quickly he knew he had to keep him talking.
"What is it you have to do to get a chest like that?"
Once started it was if Tariq would never shut up, he had finally stumbled on something that made him animated. Most of it when over Tim's head, what machine helped which muscle, how much time was needed to exercise his thighs, his chest, his everything.
All the while he kept nodding and throwing in an occasional question while his eyes devoured him, especially between his legs. Already he was thinking how could he get that dick into his mouth.
Finally, the conversation seemed to run its course and Tim left the room and went downstairs conscious that he had the beginnings of a hard-on.
Tariq came down wearing only his jeans.
"You like it then?" he asked while surveying his own chest again.
"It's really great, wish I had a body like you."
He could see Tariq loved the approval. If he was a cat he would be purring loudly.
"You should see us when I've been to the gym. I mean I haven't been for a week with all the overtime and stuff, but if you saw us when I was all pumped up like, I'm going a bit soft now, then you'd really like us."
"You look good to me as you are, amazing body."
But it was not good enough for Tariq.
"I tell you what before I come next time I'll pop down the gym and do an hour there, then you can see us proper all tight and firm. If you don't mind us coming a bit later?"
"No that would be fine, I can't imagine you looking better than you do now so it should be interesting."
He smiled, not believing a trip to the gym could possibly make any difference. Tariq seemed to be so into it that he was splitting hairs.
He put on a video but couldn't sit with him. The sight of him half naked was playing on his mind and he no longer felt comfortable being too close.
"You don't mind I have a bit of office work to finish off, I'll go in the kitchen."
"No problem Tim."
Half an hour later put his head around the door.
"Better be off now, got to be up early tomorrow. Thanks for letting us come round again, and for the shower. I'll give you a ring and let you know when I go to the gym if that's okay?"
"That's fine, see you later in the week."
After he had gone Tim sat on the sofa running the naked picture of him through his mind's eye bringing his hard-on back again. Somehow he had to have him. He had no idea how to manage it as he seemed so naïve or innocent but he was going to have a damn good try. Lastly, he checked the video and to see what Tariq had been watching and re-wound it, then switching everything off for the night.
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