This is a fictional story involving adult men who start out as friends, falling in love and doing all the fun stuff that comes with it. All characters involved in sex are consenting adults.
The beginning of this story might be a little slow, but I have so many incredibly hot encounters and exchanges in mind for this, so if you're willing to be patient I hope it'll be more than worth it.
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I'm not one to go to Wal-Mart. Honestly, the only time I actually liked going was when it was open overnight.
These days, that's not an option, so I was left going to the big box store on a Sunday night. My reasoning was that it might be the slowest night with the least amount of people.
After I had spent a couple of minutes trying to get my weekly groceries, I knew I had made the right decision.
This also gave me the opportunity to check men out a bit more shamelessly. There weren't many men that were to my liking, and so I ended up getting really focused on my grocery shopping. After spending a good five minutes deciding whether or not I really needed to spend sixteen dollars on a lotion that might or might fix my life's issues, with a quick toss into my basket and with a yes, I took a quick step back and immediately felt myself lose balance.
Even with all my effort, I still fell backwards, only able to shift myself so I didn't fall back into the shelf behind me but into the aisle. As soon as my back hit the floor, I heard the sound of someone speaking.
"Shit, bro, my bad!" The deep voice said. As I sat up, I saw who had said that, standing in front of me as he held out his right hand, covered in tattoos from his knuckles into the sleeve of his gray hoodie. I glanced up from his tan work boots and ripped jeans that were sagging, bunching a bit around his knees.
Once I glanced up at his face, a brown eyed, a clean short haired buzzcut and a scruffy face full of dark blonde facial hair. He flashed me a charming smile, and I immediately felt my heart sink yet flutter at the same time.
This man was exactly my type, a scruffy confident guy with tattoos and he sagged shamelessly too. But at the same time, I knew that this man had to be straight off the get go.
"Dude? You good?" The man asked again, and I was brought back to reality quickly, seeing the same cute scruffy face but with a confused look.
"Yeah, yeah." I said quickly, grabbing his hand in my right. Almost as if without effort, he pulled me up with all his might, his large hand gripping my smaller one in his.
Once I was fully straight up he glanced at me. "I was looking for some stupid sunscreen that one of my friends recommended for my tats, and you tripped over my foot, shit I'm so fucking sorry," He added again, glancing down at the basket I had, the couple of items I had in it strewn across the floor. "Here let me help you with your stuff," he added.
I was about to say something to stop him, a part of me wanting this interaction to end since I was absolutely smitten with this man. But once he squatted down a bit to grab the toothpaste I had picked out, I saw his sagging pants and gray hoodie work in tandem to give me a good view of the cute man's thick ass in a pair of white waistband gray boxerbriefs along with a good glance of his lower back. He was even wearing a black belt that was clearly not doing any work to keep those pants up, and I was loving it.
Once the man, whose name I realized I still didn't know, had grabbed my third item I realized I should also help grab my own items before he realized I was checking him out. I stepped towards the bottle of beard oil I had grabbed, grateful to see that it hadn't shattered.
"Is that what you use on your beard?" The man asked me.
We were both squatting, a couple of inches from each other at this point. I glanced down at the bottle, and back at the man before I shook my head. "No, I keep this one in my gym bag. I have a whole routine to get this." I said with a chuckle.
The buzzcut man gave me another charming smile, and he suddenly reached his right arm and put it to my ginger beard, feeling the hairs through his fingers.
Normally, I would've pushed away anyone who would do such a thing, but my crush for this guy had let him continue as his fingers felt through my beard, his hand tracing along my jawline before he finally pulled away. "Damn, I wish I could grow a sick ass beard like that, dude. It's nice. And you take care of it too, it's beautiful." He said.
At this point I was beginning to get hard now, enjoying the compliment about one of the things that I took great pride in. After he grabbed the last thing, the lotion I had just grabbed, and put it in my basket with the rest of my things, we both finally stood up.
"This might sound crazy, but I think I kind of know you." The guy said suddenly.
Suddenly, my brain flashed every single possible man in my memory that he could've been. Other than a man I might possibly dream of having sex with, I definitely wouldn't know anyone like him.
I shrugged. "I'm not sure, unless you go to the same gym I go to or something I don't see how we would know each other."
The scruffy man let out a loud chuckle, reaching over and smacking my shoulder with his hand, the action pushing me more than I expected. "Going to the gym, that's funny bro. I appreciate the compliment, but I definitely don't go to the gym." he said with another chuckle.
As if, in some way to prove a point, he reached up to put the hood of his hoodie up, the gray article of clothing riding up with the action. This gave me a glorious view of his slight belly, covered in a fine layer of blonde hairs, along with his sagging jeans showing a good portion of his gray boxerbriefs. This man didn't go to the gym, yes, but he was definitely built like someone who does hard labor.
The buzzcut man sighed, finally reaching his arms down from his hood after pulling it up, half covering his head, as he smacked his hands together and pointed at me.
"Oh shit, I remember now! I've seen you at Friday Night Magic, bro, that's it!" he said with a laugh, his face breaking into a large, cheerful smile.
I stood, almost agape for a second, thinking back to the last time I even went to FNM. "Damn, I haven't been in like months. Possibly longer." I added, trying to think of when I might have seen this guy at the card shop I had spent a good summer and large portion of spring frequenting. Now, in the fall, I was too busy with my job again.
The scruffy man nodded, reaching out his hand to me. "Dude, I'm sorry I never introduced myself, I'm Forsmyth, but everyone just calls me Forest." He said to me.
I took his hand in his, and he shook my head with a confidence that I couldn't help but to admire. "I'm Emmett. I gotta ask, how'd you get Forest from Forsmyth?" I asked.
Forest laughed, shrugging. "It's...a long story dude. What I want to know is, I haven't seen you at FNM in ages, dude! Sure, I don't go often, but it's been ages." he said, as he stuck both his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie.
"That's because I haven't gone in ages," I said with a laugh that Forest returned. "It's been in the back of my mind." I added.
The scruffy man brought his left arm out of his hoodie pocket, giving my shoulder a strong fist bump. "I'm going to be going this upcoming Friday, you should definitely come. You seem like a cool dude, plus I need to get details on your beard routine. I need a full ass beard." He said as he ran his left hand through the scruffy blonde hair on his face, a subtle short haired beard that was growing in well but hadn't yet become a full beard like my own.
Honestly, the way he had it was incredibly sexy and fit the scruffy, rugged tattooed guy look he had going. Instead of telling him that, I tried to think of a different way to say the same thing but a lot less forthcoming.
"Well, I think that short bearded scruffy look fits you incredibly well." I said, giving Forest a genuine smile.
"You really think so?" he retorted, his hand back at his scruffy face as he felt the hairs along his hand. He held out his head a bit, and for a second I got the impression that he might have wanted me to run my hand along his facial hair just as he had to me.
But before I could even act on that thought, he put his left hand on my shoulder, leaving it on there as he gave it a decently firm squeeze.
"I'll see you on Friday, Emmett?" He asked me with another charming smile.
I took a bit too long to respond, caught off by how comfortable Forest was with being touchy with me, even as literal strangers. "Y-yeah, yeah I'll be there for sure." I responded.
Forest's hand gave my shoulder another firm squeeze, and his hand drifted to my beard, his fingers grazing through the ginger hairs before he added. "Cool, see you dude." He added, before he began to walk away down the aisle.
I couldn't help but watch him as he did so, imagining a world where I possibly could have a chance with such a man.
Once he was out of sight, I was sure that was the last I would see of this guy. Sure, he wanted to see me at Friday Night Magic, but a part of me wanted nothing to do with going mostly because I had a feeling that I would start falling for this straight guy that was all-too friendly for my own good.
He eventually had left my mind completely and I continued on my way to grocery shopping. Without many items in my cart, and the unwarranted need to not want to engage with an employee, I went to the self-checkout.
As I walked to an empty checkout, my eyes grazed a man in a gray hoodie at the other end, only to realize it was Forest himself.
I tried to quickly avert my gaze, but as soon as I realized who it even was, he had turned around, grocery bags in hand, and immediately saw me.
He flashed a large, charming smile, as both his arms, his right still having groceries in hand, went up to adjust his hood, putting it up on his head. His hoodie rode up in the process, showing me the white waistband of gray boxerbriefs once again. Once his hood was back on his head, he gave me a quick wink, and walked away, unbothered to look back.
Fuck.
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I meant to go to the card shop that Friday, I really did. But some major shit had happened. Major shit, being, I kind of, actually had forgotten. After a long Thursday night of having to grade ridiculous poems I had received after giving an incredibly vague assignment to my creating writing class, I woke up Friday morning not wanting to go to the gym in lieu of more sleep. I ended up having to go to the gym that evening and missing out on FNM.
It's okay though, my lucky ass ended up having a chance encounter with a tall, long bearded daddy in the sauna, and let's just say, I didn't end up waking up in my own bed.
A part of me regretted not going to the card shop and just skipping the gym, something that I was more than capable of doing. But once I remembered the good ass night I had from my decision to go to the gym, I realized that getting real sex from a man who is more interested in you is a better use of my time than pining for a straight man who might or might not realize I really want him.
I was set on my decision until the following Tuesday, when I had one of my favorite students, a promising poet and short story lover named Meyers, come to me at the end of the school day asking me for some of my favorite materials that could help him in writing sonnets.
I had to admit that I really really don't like sonnets, or any really restricting form of writing that included haiku, tanka, and absolutely anything to do with iambic pentameter. But even as someone who didn't like writing these forms of writing doesn't mean I didn't have a lot, and after a good hour of digging through my numerous cupboards in my classroom, I had a stack of books for the long blonde haired student.
An hour later, nearing the end of my after-school hours, Meyers realized that his ride was going to be arriving soon. As a junior in high school, he was old enough to drive, but with his terrible grades in pre-calculus, a fact that he was quick to mention earlier in the day when he lamented about missing his seafoam green tacoma, he had it taken away.
With an armful of my heavy books, we left my classroom, after locking it of course, and we made our way back down to the ground floor of the high school to the front entrance, where Meyers told me his uncle was waiting for him to take him home.
We were deep in conversation when we had walked through the front doors, but I almost stopped in place when I saw Forest sitting in one of the metal benches in front of the school, arms draped over the top of the back of the bench, his head tilted up as he was staring up at the numerous fluffy clouds dotting the sky as they slowly zoomed by.
I tried to stay calm as Meyers said his goodbye to me, waving to me as he walked to Forest who was so lost in his head that it took his nephew being a couple of feet from him to even realize Meyers, and in turn myself, were there. He happily greeted his nephew with his large, charming smile as he sat up. Clad in tan pants, a slightly oversized, black varsity jacket and black boots, he looked incredibly hot.
Even though I was trying to avoid my gaze and tried to walk behind them, Forest happened to glance behind him as he and his nephew were walking to the parking lot, where he stopped, his face breaking into a smile.
"Emmett?" He asked, aloud.
I hesitantly stopped as Meyers turned as well, looking between myself and his uncle. "You guys know each other?" The blonde haired boy asked.
Forest laughed as he looked at his nephew. "Kind of, we recently realized we kind of know each other. I invited him to Magic last Friday." He explained to Meyers whose face lit up.
"Mr. Olvick, you play Magic?" He said, excitedly, his arms still holding the stack of my books.
I let out a nervous chuckle. "I do, Meyers, I do. I haven't gone in a long time, I think the last time I went was in months, if not almost a year." I admitted.
"You should totally come this Friday!" Meyers excitedly said.
"Yeah, Mr. Olvick," Forest added, emphasizing my last name with a smirk as he spoke. "You totally should, considering you missed last Friday. It's hard to get out of it now knowing one of your favorite students wants you to come." He said, looking at Meyers who was grinning ear to ear.
"Well I don't know about that." I began, thinking about the possible problems of me going to an event out of school hours where I knew one of my students would be. But I definitely didn't want to say it outloud, knowing that I was one of Meyers' favorite teachers.
Forest dug into the pocket of his sagging tan pants, pulling out a keychain on a red Snap-On lanyard that he held out to Meyers. "Those books are heavy, you can go take them to the car so you're not carrying them," He said, his voice suspiciously friendly, even to his own nephew. He looked to his nephew when he didn't take the keys from his, clear disappointment on Meyers face. "I'll let you drive my old Bronco, I drove it here," he added.
Meyers' face quickly changed, and he walked a couple of inches forward to allow Forest to place the keychain on the stack of my books.
"How am I going to open the car with these books?" Meyers asked.
Forest shrugged back. "I don't know, you're a smart kid. Use that beautiful head of yours, yeah?" He added.
Meyers let out an annoyed grunt as he turned to begin walking away. I had to resist laughing at the sight of my normally calm and mild-mannered student being so defiant.
"Shit, you never mentioned being a teacher, let alone my nephew's favorite teacher. He is always gushing about Mr. Olvick, I never would've guessed it was the same dude I used to always see at Magic and talked to at Walmart the other day.." He said, crossing his arms as he spoke, his face excitedly animated.
"It's a small world, huh. To think you were Meyers' uncle, I can kind of see the resemblance but not really at the same time." I said, chuckling nervously.
Forest let out a, dare I say, cute laugh. "Well, he's my sister's kid, so that might have to do with it. The only thing Meyers has that bears any resemblance to his own mom and me, to an extent, is our blonde hair. But you wouldn't know that." He said, running his head along his short buzzed hair.
"I mean you say that, but you've got all that." I said, verbally referring to his short, scruffy facial hair. Forest gave me a confused look, and I realized he genuinely didn't know what I was referring to. I took a chance and took a step towards him, reaching my hand out to feel the short, blonde hairs on his face in a similar manner to how he had done to me back in that Walmart aisle.
I half expected him to react poorly, possibly push me away or smack my hand away, but to my pleasant surprise, he leaned into it, closing his eyes as he let my fingers trace along his jaw, my fingers feeling the short scruffy hairs.
I realized what I was doing might look off to anyone passing, and even though it was super late into the day where there might not be anyone in the school, I still reeled back quickly.
Forest opened his eyes, disappointment flashing in his eyes before he stood straight back up. He cleared his throat, glancing behind me as if to expect to see Meyers to be standing there, even though I watched him walk to the distant parked red Bronco I could only assume was the same one Forest mentioned earlier.
"So...I'll see you Friday?" The buzzcut man asked me suddenly, the distant sound of a loud engine starting.
I opened my mouth to begin talking, only to see that the loud engine was the same Bronco I assumed was Forest's, quickly driving across the parking lot, turning to drive along the road that went in front of the high school, moving to the front where Forest and I were standing, coming to very sudden stop with the screech of tires.
"I...I don't know," I began, the words coming out without effort before I realized that was definitely not what I wanted to say. Forest raised one of his eyebrows unbelievingly, and I had to take a deep breath, bordering on a sigh, before I actually responded. "Yeah. I'll see you at Magic this Friday, I'll for sure be there." I added.
Forest's face broke into another large, charming smile, his teeth showing as he opened his mouth to respond, before the large Bronco let out an ear splitting honk. The blonde buzzcut man shook his head, glancing over his shoulder to look at Meyers in the front seat, no doubt giving him a dirty look, before he looked back at me. He reached out, giving my shoulder a large smack, before he smiled again.
"Hell yeah, see you there, man." He said, before he finally began to walk to the Bronco, breaking into a half sprint half of the way there, his sagging pants falling enough to show a good look of his red boxerbriefs, his tattooed hands going to the black belt of his tan pants up as he pulled then up while opening the passenger door of his Bronco, stepping up onto the raised platform and throwing himself into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.
Forest gave me a quick wave from the passenger door, and with a loud roar of the engine, the Bronco sped away, going around the road in front of the school that looped back into the parking lot, zooming quickly through the empty lot and eventually out onto the main road and out of sight.
Once the quiet autumn afternoon, the only sound accompanying it, the distant sound of leaves scraping along asphalt in the wind, was the only thing left; I realized how incredibly excited I actually was for this Friday.
And a part of me hoped that wasn't a bad thing for my own sake.