Chris First Con Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: 42168: John Deere 9700 Forage Harvester
Waking up next to Peyton after a short nap in my hotel bed I rub him on the shoulder to confirm it wasn’t just a dream. He’s still awake and watching a Mariners MLB game on his phone holding it on his chest. Peyton is still in the shiny basketball shorts but hasn’t put his shirt back on after our make-out session, so I lean my head in to lick his nipple and touch his dick again through his shiny silver Champion basketball shorts.
“Hey!” Peyton accidentally elbows me in the chest and it hurts, but I can see by the look in his eyes he’s instantly sorry. “I’m Sorry Chris.” He apologizes and puts his arm around me carefully. “But if you start doing that I can’t watch the game!”
I suck in the pain while trying to pretend I almost didn’t have the wind knocked out of me and smile. “What time is it, are we going to be late?” I ask.
“Past 5:30, I felt bad about waking you up because you said you were up till 3 AM and you nodded off quickly after we finished. We should start to get ready though, if it’s like PNW BlockCon all the good food goes fast!” Peyton takes his arm off me and closes the baseball game to put his phone on the nightstand.
“Okay,” I say sitting up. “But when we get back here can I wear your basketball shorts to sleep in?”
“My shorts? What about them?” He chuckles.
“I like how you look in them and how they feel. They must be comfy!” I grin.
“They’re just some old shorts my mom got me at Target a while ago, but sure, if you want to try them on that’s fine, I think some cum or pre-cum got on them though.” Peyton pulls the covers off him and looks down at his shorts. I instantly see some small dark blotches in the shiny fabric around his crotch.
“That’s fine,” I snicker. “That was all my fault anyway.”
We quickly get dressed and return to the adjoining conference center. The Con has reserved the bigger exhibition halls for displaying our models and the smaller meeting rooms for break rooms, speakers, game sessions, and other functions like this Meet and Greet.
I attempt to stick with Peyton the entire night, but Adam introduces me to some of the designers from BlockMania, including the one who made my Tiger I tank named Richard. I admit I’m a bit starstruck meeting Richard as he’s been a professional LEGO designer for years. The LEGO company even licensed one of his non-military sets for production before I was born. Richard seems impressed with my WWII tank knowledge and he’s excited to see my MOC tomorrow.
As I’m busy talking to some of the other people from BlockMania, Peyton has been through the food line three times and loaded up a small plate with chicken wings. He is a bit of a messy eater, and as he’s eating his third helping, I have to excuse myself to cut through the food line to grab some napkins.
“Don’t you see anyone you know?” I walk back up to Peyton and try to wipe the Teriyaki sauce off his cheek for him without asking.
“Yeah, there’s some people from Washington state here, but I thought I’d keep you company. You said you were an introvert Chris, but you seem to be chumming around with everyone nicely!” Peyton puts down his plate and I hand him another napkin to wipe off his hands.
“Helps that Adam knows everyone,” I shrug and see Adam and his girlfriend walking toward us.
“Hey,” Adam mumbles and has to look at Peyton’s brick badge to remember his name. “Peyton! How are you liking Mile High Brickspo, are you and Chris having fun yet?”
Peyton and I chuckle, I’ve never really opened up to Adam about my personal life outside of CU and LEGO, so I don’t think Adam suspects I’m not straight.
“Yeah he’s been great so far, we’re a good match, I mean for roommates!” Peyton clears his throat.
“Excellent, Chris is a tough nut to crack, when I met him last year in his Freshman he only said ‘Hi’, ’Yes’, and ‘Thank You’ until I mentioned Blockmania!” Adam snorts. “Do you guys want me to buy you a drink? I know you’re only 20 so they didn’t give you drink tickets.”
Peyton looks at me and I shake my head at Adam. “I don’t want to get you in trouble, especially for two drinks. You said the big private party is tomorrow anyway right?”
“Yeah,” Adam winks at us. ”Of course, you’re invited as a member of Front Range LUG now and you can bring a friend. Friday night is when the REAL Con starts! If I don’t see you on the convention floor tomorrow I’ll catch you boys at the party!”
I look at Peyton and he looks somewhat disappointed, as if who in their right mind would turn down free alcohol when offered? Going to a party school like CU Boulder, I’m used to people my age and younger drinking. When I was dragged to one of the few parties I was invited to at school I would nurse one or two cans of Coors Light all night just to fit in. My freshman roommate on the other hand didn’t share my reservations at parties so I was glad to have a single room during my sophomore year.
Peyton’s disappointment is short-lived as he sees the caterers start to bring out dessert, and he immediately returns to the food line without saying anything. I follow him and wonder how he keeps such a slim figure for someone who eats as much as he does. After Adam’s offer, Peyton still seems okay with Pepsi for the night and he introduces me to some of the people from Washington State.
The room starts to die down after 9 and I ask Peyton if he wants to head back for the night. Peyton nods his head and we walk back to our room alone. Admittedly I’m still exhausted, but I’m glad I don’t need to drive home tonight, and if I had decided to commute to the Con I would have likely never met Peyton.
I pick up Peyton’s shiny basketball shorts from the floor while he uses the bathroom and I remove my pants, socks, and boxer briefs to put them on. My dick gets instantly hard in the slick material, it’s doesn’t just feel good around my boner, as I can feel the soft, sensual material on my thighs as well.
Peyton comes out of the bathroom in a pair of plaid red pajama pants and sees me tenting in his silver shorts. “Guess you weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to wear them!” He laughs.
“Yeah, but I bet I don’t look as good in them as you.” I shrug and gasp as he walks straight toward me, pushing me to the bed while grasping my dick through his shorts.
“Chris, don’t sell yourself short, you’re hot, I thought you were cute the minute you smiled at me downstairs in the lobby this afternoon.” Peyton continues to stroke my dick through the soft fabric of his shorts, then starts kissing me on the face again.
I moan in delight now that he’s the one on top of me, and I feel like I could blow my load into his shorts any second as I thrust into his hand. Peyton slips his tongue into my mouth but he pulls back when I start to pulsate into his grip. “We better save it for tomorrow,” Peyton looks at me seriously. “Don’t want you to mess up my shorts on our first night together.” He rolls over and kicks off his pants to lay beside me in my bed again.
Catching my breath, I’m the one who is disappointed now, but I know I’m nearly spent even at this early hour, and I likely wouldn’t be able to keep up with him like our wild afternoon. “Sure,” I nod. “Uhhh, Peyton how’d you get to be such a good singer?” I ask him to show that I’m not ready to fall asleep.
“Been playing the guitar since I was 8, taught myself to play on YouTube. I guess the vocals went with that or I was a natural.” He shrugs. “How about you, play any instruments?”
I roll over to face him, my bare feet touching his smooth legs. “I used to play drums in high school, marching band too, and have a Mapex kit in my den back home.”
“Oh really?” He chuckles. “Guess we can start a band!”
“I don’t know country music, but I can learn.” I smile at him.
“What do you usually play then?” Peyton reaches his arm around me and runs his hand through my hair.
“Don’t laugh,” I warn him. “Emo Pop, stuff like Fall Out Boy and blink-182.”
“That’s cool.” Peyton snuggles closer to me. “I like music out of our generation too, like classic George Strait.”
My eyes start to close as Peyton rubs my hair with his hand. While I’ve made out with randoms on Grindr before, Peyton is the first person to treat me like this and the only person I’ve felt any real connection to. When I woke up in my bed alone after those nights it hurt as bad as when the same people on Grindr blocked me. I know Peyton has nowhere else to go tonight other than his bed a few feet away, but I can tell he isn’t going to move from beside me.
Someone shakes me awake and I open my eyes, it looks like light outside the window and Peyton isn’t beside me. I roll over and smile when I see Peyton’s bed still untouched with the suitcase still on it and Peyton’s standing over me changed into a blue New Balance t-shirt and black Under Armour shorts with a big logo on the leg.
“Morning Chris!” He beams. “Wanna come for a run with me?”
“What time is it?” I groan.
“5:46 AM.” He looks at his Fitbit.
“What? Why so early?” I sink my head back into my pillow.
“If you’re gonna hang out with me, you better get used to me being up this early, I grew up on a farm!” Peyton jumps on the bed and tries to tickle me through my CU Buffs shirt I slept in with his shorts.
I giggle and pretend to put up a fight, barely trying to push him off me because I love it when he touches me anywhere on my body. “Did you wrestle too, or were you just a baseball player?” I ask jokingly, as my morning wood presses into the fabric of Peyton’s shorts with him on top of me.
“Just baseball, but I know how to handle myself too, I have an older sister!” Peyton settles down and kisses me on the forehead. “I guess you’re not coming?”
“No, too early, just remember to bring your phone so you can call me if you get lost.” I cough.
“Fine, sleepy head, you’re just lucky I packed two pairs of shorts!” Peyton sits up and quickly pulls down the waistband of the silver shorts I am wearing, then kisses the tip of my erection quickly before getting up.
“You’re such a tease!” I yell at him, pulling the shorts back up and the blankets over me, but he’s already opening the door to leave.
My phone buzzes a few minutes later, it’s Peyton giving me access to his location for the day in iMessage. I’ve only known him personally for less than 24 hours and he’s already willing to hand over such personal info, but he probably just wants to show he’s coming back and won’t get lost. I think about how I get to spend the whole day again with him when he returns, then try to fall back asleep.
I lay back in bed still thinking about Peyton. I want him desperately to be mine, but I know he will eventually have to fly back to Tacoma. I’ve never let anyone get this close to me so fast, and it seems like he feels the same way about me. My hard cock strains against the fabric of his shiny silver basketball shorts, and as I touch myself through them I can feel a slight wetness in the shorts as my dick starts to unleash precum into them. Not wanting to mess up his shorts so quickly as he says, I pull my phone back out to watch him on his run. There isn’t much to see in this area but the suburban sprawl that is Denver, but Peyton seems to have found a nice park and a lake nearby and spends some time there before turning around toward the hotel.
As I watch him return to the hotel, I smile when I hear him open the door. He’s dripping with sweat as he puts his keycard on the table beside me.
“Wanna shower with me, Chris?” Peyton asks as he sees that I’m still awake.
“Of course!” I immediately jolt out of bed and follow him to the bathroom, both of us stripping naked in front of each other, discarding our clothes on the floor.
I can’t help but admire how smooth he is in the brightly lit bathroom, I’m almost embarrassed at my hairy legs compared to his sleek body. Peyton reaches for the showerhead and turns it on, the hot water cascading down his back as he steps inside, his tall frame easily fitting under the adjustable nozzle.
"Come on in, Chris!" he shouts over the sound of the water. I step into the shower too, our bodies meeting in the warm water. His long arms wrap around me, his fingers gently tracing my spine as the water flows down our naked bodies.
"I'm so glad I met you," Peyton whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I turn to face him, our eyes meeting under the steamy shower.
"Me too," I say softly, our lips touching in a passionate kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, and time seems to stand still. The water continues to cascade down around us, but nothing else exists besides our bodies and the warmth of the shower.
I slowly pull away and descend to my knees, trying not to lose my balance in the small slippery tub. Peyton’s rock-hard cock is now in front of me in all of its glory, pointing straight out. Taking it into my mouth, I suck gently, feeling the rush of blood as my tongue makes contact with the tip, and his musky scent fills my senses. Peyton's breath hitches, and he le
ts out a soft groan.
His hands grip the back of my head, guiding me closer as I take more of him into my eager mouth. I suck and swirl my tongue around his shaft, feeling the pulsing veins beneath my lips. I reach up and cup Peyton's testicles, gently massaging them as I continue to pleasure him.
As I work, I can hear him gasping and moaning softly. It feels incredible to have his cock in my mouth again, savoring the taste and texture of him. I look up to see his head tilted back, and him grabbing the safety railing with one hand and the back of my head with the other.
It feels like hours but it’s probably only a few minutes when Peyton groans, "I'm gonna cum!" He tries to pull away, but I latch on tighter, wanting to taste his seed again. His cock throbs in my mouth, and I feel the first spurt hit the back of my throat. I swallow hard, savoring every spurt of him, just like last night.
“Mmm, Chris you sure are something.” Peyton lets me go and he lets the water rush between us, as I help him clean off his dick. He smiles down at me, still panting heavily. I want him to know how much I like him too, but words fail me for the time being.
I finally think of what to say as we step out of the tub and grab fresh towels to dry ourselves. “So, what are we?” I ask Peyton as he dries off his legs and round bubble butt.
“Gay?” Peyton replies, kicking my dirty clothes out of the way and drying his toes on the floor.
“No, I mean like, are you a top?” I chuckle.
“I’m verse, I guess.” He shrugs and starts drying his hair. “You?”
“I’m still a virgin in that regard, never done anal. Just hand jobs and bjs on Grindr.” I grin.
Peyton raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my admission of being a 20-year-old gay college student and not having done anal. "Well, I suppose we can start exploring this weekend then, huh?"
I nod, feeling excited and nervous that he’s into doing it with me too. "Yeah, I'd like that." We both finish drying off and return to the bedroom to change into new clothes. "So, where did you go during your run?" I ask curiously like I wasn’t spying on him.
"Just cruised around the area, spotted a nice park and lake nearby. It's a gorgeous day out there, I wanted to enjoy it before we get couped up at the mall and downstairs," Peyton explains as he puts on his socks.
“Where do you want to have breakfast? The hotel or somewhere else? The mall doesn’t open until 10 AM.” I remind him.
“How about Waffle House? We don’t have those in Washington and I’ve always wanted to go!” Peyton pleads to me.
I pick up my phone and look for the closest Waffle House. “There’s one on the way to the mall but it’s not even 7 AM. Do you want to head out now?”
“Guess you’re right, it’s a bit early, I should unpack my truck to see if I need to fix anything that might be damaged. We were too preoccupied getting to know each other last night I forgot all about it!”
“Sure, we can hang around here for an hour then go for breakfast,” I reply as I sit back in bed and watch him take out the truck he’s wrapped in several towels.
Some small Technic bits fall out of the towels, but his truck looks mostly intact as he places his Tacoma truck on the desk. It’s bigger than I thought, almost a foot and a half long with a working suspension. Peyton retrieves the parts that fell on the bed and the floor and seems to know where each goes.
“What’s so special about a Toyota Tundra?” I inquire, hoping I don’t disturb his concentration.
“It’s my truck, I made it Dark Grey just like my 2004!” He looks back at me.
“Oh, nice!” I nod. Even with my dad working at a dealership I’ve never been a big car guy, but I listen intently as Peyton shows off the features of his model, like the working tailgate, steering, doors, and even a lighting kit he wired himself.
We get into my truck shortly after 8 AM for the short drive to the Waffle House in Aurora. Breakfast at Waffle House is a lot more greasy than I expect. Even though he was excited about coming to ‘Waffle House’, he ordered steak and eggs, while I was the one who ordered waffles with a side of bacon.
Over breakfast, Peyton talks a bit more about his family and where he grew up. He isn’t actually from Tacoma, but a farming community nearby called Orting. My life in exurban Castle Rock, CO doesn’t seem as compelling as his childhood growing up on a farm with two sisters, but he seems as interested in listening to me as I was to him when I talk about my younger sister, what my parents do for a living, and my boring freshman and sophomore years at CU Boulder.
I feel like Peyton and I genuinely know each other as we hop back in my truck. I explained to Peyton in the restaurant what it's like being on the Autism Spectrum and he understood what I was talking about, as a fair amount of people in SEATAC LUG are on the spectrum too.
Park Meadows is the largest mall in Colorado, and Peyton looks impressed as we pull into the parking lot. Even while I was away in Boulder for school, I would stop by the LEGO Store on my bi-monthly visits home to see what was new on the Pick a Brick (PAB) wall and check in with the staff.
“So what do you think?” I ask Peyton as we get to the store just as they’re opening.
“Looks a lot like the store in Southcenter!” He laughs. “But I remembered this!” Peyton holds up his LEGO store passport.
I walk to the back of the store while Peyton follows me and stops at the Technic section. There isn’t much that I’m interested on the PAB wall. They seem to be out of the 1x2 grey masonry bricks I bought here on the weekend and bright colors are useless to me.
Since LEGO doesn’t make military models, I don’t have a favorite theme like Peyton and Technic. I do like mini-figures though, and many of the ones I use in my MOCs are ones from City sets or the Build a Minifigure (BAM) table. I pick out the new City Space Lab just because the Alien looks cool and walk back to Peyton who has a John Deere combine in his hands.
“That all you’re getting?” I look over his shoulder. “You don’t have that one already?”
“I have the tractor. Only fitting to get the combine too I guess!” Peyton says looking at my City space set. “Cute alien!”
“Not as cute as you!” I blurt out, not realizing until we get to the cashier that I just outed myself in front of the staff.
“Hey, Chris!” Leon, the assistant manager waves at me as I stand behind Peyton while he’s checking out.
“Uh, Hey Leon,” I grin. “Did you get any time off to come out to Brickspo?”
“Yeah, I have Sunday off, guess I’ll see you there? Are you both in Front Range LUG?” Leon asks.
“No, this is a buddy of mine from Tacoma, make sure you stamp his passport too!” I point at the mock passport in Peyton’s hand.
Leon has been working at this store since I was in middle school. He’s ensured I was well taken care of every time I come here, and I’ve always left him a glowing review on his customer surveys. He’s also openly gay and overhearing that I am likely gay too seems to have put an even bigger smile on his face, but he seems to keep it to himself, much to my contentment.
After we both buy our sets and Leon stamps Peyton’s passport, we walk back to my truck through the Dick’s Sporting Goods. Something catches Peyton’s eye in the Nike section and I follow him to a wall rack of shorts and shirts.
“Those are nice shorts!” Peyton picks out a pair of mint green checkerboard Nike shorts. They look like a nice soft material, but they’re a color I’d never wear myself as I mostly wear blacks, greys, and dark blues. “What do you think? Since you stole my other shorts!”
“You’re getting them just to sleep in?” I tease him back.
“No, I need another pair of running shorts anyway, but yeah, I find sleeping in shorts more comfy than underwear or PJs.” Peyton looks inside the tag of the shorts and picks out a size large.
“So long as you’re still sleeping with me tonight, I don’t care what you have on!” I shrug, not caring if he comes to bed with me butt-naked. However, the soft pastel colors I’ve seen him in so far look good on him and the new shorts would go well with them.
“Maybe we can swap tomorrow night, I guess that’ll be my last night here too.” He gulps.
As I follow him to the cashier, the reality hits me again that he’s going home on Sunday. I don’t want this weekend to end, but the only thing we can do is make the most of our time together. Today will be a long day, however, my treat tonight will be when we are finally alone in our room together, and he puts on his new shorts.