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.
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2
The rest of my week leading up to Friday ended up being a bit of a blur, to be quite honest.
I knew that at this point, getting out of going to FNM was almost impossible. If I didn't go, I wouldn't hear the end of it from Meyers, and Forest if I ever ended up running into him again. That likelihood was pretty high, considering I was seeing more and more of Meyers.
Finally, Friday came around. I was in my classroom after school had ended, lucky to not have had any students want to come see me or spend any time in my classroom. Finally when the time to be able to leave came, I took no time hesitating to leave my classroom, locking it behind me before I made my way back down the hall to the staircase to the ground floor.
I wasted no time in getting to my car, the rest of my day after leaving the school completely planned out, going as far as packing my gym bag so I could shower at the gym after working out, ready and in place to go and be at the card shop in time.
The drive to the gym, and the gym itself, was pretty standard. Since I had gone in the afternoon, there were much more people at the gym than I wanted there to be, including the bearded daddy I had spent my Friday with last week.
He clearly gave me that look that told me he wanted me, all while I'm trying to do some barbell squats. I definitely wanted a part of that, that feeling all the more stronger when Mr. Bearded Daddy walking by, casually putting his hand up his shirt to scratch his hairy chest, giving me a beautiful view of his furry, muscled torso.
But I had made a promise to someone, two people, actually, and although spending another night in the bed of Bearded Daddy sounded incredibly fun,, I had been looking forward to seeing Forest, and Meyers to an extent.
After his third lap around, the memo that I wasn't going to be giving into the bait had become clear. He gave me one last wink, a way to tell me he was always available for me, before he sauntered off to the other side of the gym.
Once I was satisfied with my workout, legs sufficiently tired and ready for a nap, I finally went down to the lockers and took no hesitation to shower.
I got out, completely dried myself off and took my time to get dressed, brush my beard and even get my whole routine going, knowing that I might not only get asked about it by Forest, but possibly even compliment or even better, get to have a tattooed hand comb through my beard again.
A part of me had to force the thought of Forest out of my head, not wanting to dwell on the idea of the man. Something about him was so incredibly friendly, welcoming and made me feel so comfortable. It was a fact that wasn't lost on me, being known as a gay man who spent every possible chance I could with another man, but rarely ever a straight one.
Finally dressed and mentally ready, I left the gym and drove over to the card shop. Once parked in front, I realized I was incredibly early. A good half an hour early.
I was fine with that, deciding I was going to pull up a video on my phone to watch, until I heard the loud roar of an engine as a red Bronco pulled into the parking lot, speeding as much as Meyers had when he drove it, only to realize that it was indeed Meyers driving it, his uncle in the passenger seat, as they pulled into a parking spot a couple of empty slots away from me.
I had resisted the urge of diving my head down and hiding, but then I realized I had no real reason to do that, other than feeding that feeling of wanting to hide and run. Why I wanted to run, that was a question I would have to ponder later.
I watched as Forest and my favorite student walked into the card shop, a big bag slung over the shoulder of the buzzcut man as they disappeared through the glass door of the shop.
My heart fluttered at the sight of Forest, and I made the almost impulsive decision to get out of my car and go inside with them, knowing that if I stayed in my car a little too long, I'd end up leaving, the anxiety build-up being too much.
As soon as I walked through the glass door of the card shop, I was greeted by the tall, wiry haired teen at the counter who was running the shop. His greeting pulled the attention of everyone else in the shop, a good six people, who were all hanging around, chatting and playing some casual games in the wait for the draft to actually begin.
With the employee's greeting, Forest glanced up from his seat across the table from his nephew, his eyes meeting mine as his face broke into a smile.
"Hey!" He said to me, waving me over.
Meyers looked up from the table as well, smiling a smile just as big as his uncle.
"Hey." I couldn't help but reply as I walked up to the front counter, telling the employee that I was there for Friday Night Magic. He quickly rang me up for the entrance fee, and I was on my way back to the Forest and Meyers, taking my seat at the end of the table, between the two of them.
"I didn't think you'd come, Mr. Olvick. I thought that maybe you'd be too scared to try to play magic against me." Meyers said in a teasing tone to me.
I chuckled. "Yeah, well, I'd be lying if I said your uncle hadn't convinced me." I replied back, looking over to Forest who shot me his classic charming smile.
"Damn right," He began, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. He was dressed in a green hoodie and ripped black jeans and a part of me had to resist looking under the table to see what shoes he might have been wearing, constantly curious as to what shoes any man might be wearing. "We got here a little early because Meyers wanted to check out some playmats." Forest explained, to which Meyers gave me a look that he had just remembered that fact himself.
"Oh yeah, that is why we came early!" He said, pushing himself backwards in his seat and standing up, walking over to the small display of playmats against a wall.
I looked back to Forest who had an amused look on his face, shaking his head as he watched his nephew look at all his options. "For such a smart kid, he tends to get lost in his head really often." He commented with a chuckle.
I couldn't help but laugh in response, having experienced that same space-headedness in my own class and in my personal interactions with Meyers. "Oh trust me, I know how that is," I responded back, putting my arms on the table and crossing them in front of me. "For the first month of the school year, I constantly had to confiscate books that Meyers would read during class. It took the fourth time, but once he finally tried to actually be present for class, he quickly realized that he loved my creative writing class." I replied back.
Forest leaned back a little more in his chair, his hoodie riding up enough to give me a small glimpse of his cute, furry belly. "Damn, for real? Meyers never mentioned the part where he wasn't even interested in your class to begin with." He replied.
I nodded. "I'm not surprised, he regrets not being present for my first assignment where I had asked everyone to write a story from the perspective of an inanimate object. He always tells me his idea was so great that if he had shared it with the class, they would've all been astounded." I relayed back.
The buzzcut man let out a guffaw of a laugh, putting his right hand to his face as he did so. Meyers looked back from his place at the card mat display, possibly aware that we had been talking about him.
"The kid never stops needing a humbling, huh?" He asked back, shaking his head as he laughed to himself. "I'm sorry about that, he's a smart kid, but sometimes he needs to be put in his place at times. Giving him my old Tacoma was a way of trying to give him a bit more responsibility, but that didn't quite pan out without him getting a job. But that doesn't matter at the moment, his mom took the Tacoma away due to his grades." He commented with a shrug.
"Trust me, he tells me every time he comes for my after school hours, mostly because he has to wait for you." I added.
We eventually fell deep into conversation, and once Meyers had made his way back, his mat of choice in hand, Forest went up to the counter to pay for it.
More and more people began to fill the shop at this point, and before I knew it, most of the tables were filled with people of all kinds, ready and waiting for the draft of the night.
Once the employee came out to ask everyone if they knew what was going on, Forest turned to me, leaning in close to almost whisper to me.
"You should go sit on the far end of the other table." He said to me.
I felt a pang of disappointment at the statement, almost upset at the idea that Forest purposefully didn't want me to sit next to him.
I guess he caught on to that feeling from me, because he quickly added. "We're more likely to get matched against each other if we're not sitting next to each other. I tell Meyers this all the time, and because he'd rather sit next to me for the draft, we've only been matched against each other twice." he explained to me. He had leaned in close enough that I could get a good whiff of his cologne, a clovey, masculine scent that gave me Burberry vibes and ran a chill down my spine.
"O-okay. I'll take your word for it." I replied back quietly. Before I stood up, I felt Forest's hand go to my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as he gave me a smile.
I got up and walked to the other table, taking an empty spot between a 12 year old boy and who I assumed might have been his sister, but had chosen not to sit directly to her own brother.
Before I knew it, I had card packs handed to me, and the draft was officially underway. I let myself get lost in the draft, my competitive spirit driving it, and not that long after I had the beginnings of a decent deck in my hands.
Once we switched to actual deck building time, most of the people who had moved their seats chose to sit next to the people they knew instead of sitting next to strangers.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Meyers and Forest at the other table, actively engaged in a conversation as the buzzcut man was pointing out specific cards laid out on the table to his nephew.
I got up from my seat, all my cards in hand, and walked back over to my previous spot next to the two of them.
Before I even got a chance to grab the chair next to Forest, he reached his right hand over and pulled the seat out for me, giving me a quick smile as he continued talking to his nephew.
Sitting down in my seat, I began to look through my cards as Forest finished his conversation with his nephew, who quickly got up and walked over to where the card shop held its lands.
Forest turned in his seat to face me, his eyes glancing down at the cards in my hand. "A blue deck? You're one of those?" He asked in a teasing tone.
I shrugged. "My packs didn't have anything worth holding onto that weren't blue, and I prefer blue anyway. Nothing like playing a game where you don't let the other person even play." I said with a laugh.
The buzzcut man returned the laugh. "Well I hope I don't get matched against you, now, because playing against blue makes me incredibly sad." He replied.
Without even saying anything, he reached out and grabbed one of the cards I had sitting in front of me, his body taking up the space in front of me as he did so, the smell of his cologne filling my nose again.
He put the card up to his face, reading the text on it before placing it back down in front of me. "That cards fucked up." He stated.
"That's the reason I went with blue." I replied, pulling out the small box of empty sleeves from my front pocket that I used to sleeve my cards.
I always sleeved my cards.
Forest looked over to Meyers, who was happily engaged in conversation with the same girl I had sat next to during the draft, before glancing back at me quickly.
He spoke in a somewhat rushed tone, "Hey, I know we haven't even played a single game of this whole draft, but you should come over for some beers after all this." He said with a gentle smile that made my heart flutter.
I tried to hold back the excitement on my face at the statement. Even though I had to mentally remind myself that Forest was doing all this out of a friendly place, and I couldn't have any other expectations.
"S-sure, hell yeah." I said, trying to sound casual.
Forest shot me a beaming, charming smile full of teeth. "Cool." Was his simple response. We stayed there, looking at each other for a little too long, either of us unaware we were doing this until the sound and sight of Meyers on the other side of the table taking his seat again brought us out.
"Here Uncle Forest, I got you your lands, while I was over there. I dug through all of them for any that were in a language other than English," He said out loud, his head bent down as he looked at all the lands in his hands as he separated them. He looked up, noticing me next to his uncle. He glanced at my cards, before adding, "I didn't get any islands for you, Mr. Olvick, I didn't even know you were building blue." He said to me.
I chuckled and shook my head. "You're fine, Meyers, I bring my own lands. I had a feeling I was playing blue. I brought my own." I said, pulling out the stack of sleeves from my box, the bottom 15 of them all the holo islands I had been collecting for most of my life.
Meyers' face lit up at the sight of the holographic holos as I separated them. "Woah, you have all holo islands? That's so cool! Uncle Forest, you should do the same with your land collection and just bring the best of them on hand." Meyers commented. I held out the lands to Meyers in response, who gladly took them, studying each one as he looked through them.
"I have a thing where I try to find the most unique lands when I come here. I try to find any in other languages, from really old sets, and the occasional full art and holo that people just give up because they don't care. I have a giant ass stack of them at home." Forest explained to me.
"Uncle Forest has this Japanese mountain that was super misprinted. It's so miscut that the border for the two cards is in the center of the card." Meyers said with a laugh as he handed me my islands back.
"I actually had to take that out of my draft deck cause some kid threw a fit that wasn't legal or something," Forest began, leaning into the two of us as he continued, "And of course the card shop took his side, but it was that annoying mom and not this kid." He said, referring to the lanky teen that was at the one running the place and the event.
"Uncle Forest, don't start on that," Meyers said, annoyance on his face before he looked at me. "He gets so salty over it, constantly." He said with a roll of his eyes.
Forest reached his hand out, grabbing at my bicep to add dramatic flair. "You'd do the same if some kid threw a fit that you have only holo lands or some shit like that." He said to me.
I hadn't realized that I was flexing my bicep until I felt the undeniable feeling of Forest's hand squeezing. He wasn't shy about it when his hand pulled away, his face giving me a surprised look.
"Emmett, man, you're jacked!" He said, his own hand going to his bicep as if to compare.
"Mr. Olvick used to play football." Meyers quipped, not bothering to look up from his cards.
I let out a hearty laugh, shaking my head. "You're kind of right, I used to play rugby. That was in college though, I'm not anywhere near the physique I had then." I replied back, casually.
Forest shook his head, as he turned his attention back to his cards. "You're being too humble dude, you're built as hell. It's impressive that you hide that under your clothes all the time." He replied back casually, unaware that the comment was more than enough to get me to harden.
"Alright guys, a couple of more minutes to finish building your decks!" The wiry teen said from the front counter.
"Crap, I haven't even begun building my deck. I still need to sleeve them, too." I said outloud, realizing that I got too lost in the conversation, and the bicep groping on top of that.
Forest smacked his stack of cards, no doubt his deck, against the table to straighten them before replying, "You hand us the sleeves, pick your cards and hand them to us and we'll sleeve them." He simply said, Meyers giving a nod in reply.
I split the rest of my empty sleeves, handing them to the two of them, before I began to go through my cards from my draft, placing them in front of me as Meyer and Forest sleeved them for me.
Within a minute, we had a whole 65 card deck sleeved. I was more partial to having decks larger than 60 cards.
"Wow, thanks guys. I appreciate it." I said as I smacked my own deck against the table to straighten it out.
"You have no idea how many times we've had to do that for me. Without the sleeves, of course." Forest said.
Meyers shook his head. "He always ends up talking to someone and losing track of time. I'm surprised that didn't happen just now." Meyers said with a shrug.
"Hey, I like talking to people, that isn't so bad. You'd be surprised how often good things have come my way just by being friendly and chatty with someone." Forest defended himself.
Meyers rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He said.
I laughed before I pointed to Forest's deck. "I could never play without sleeves, even if it's with weird misprinted, Japanese lands." I said.
Forest let out a loud laugh as he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his neck as he stretched upward, his green hoodie riding up enough to give me a good, clear look of his sagging black pants, a good portion of his white Calvin Kleins visible.
I couldn't help but mentally remark that Forest had worn nicer underwear than he normally did, much to my joy.
I felt my heart drop when I Forest noticed me looking, only for him to stretch a bit more dramatically, his hoodie rising up even more to give me a good look of his furry belly, the hair thicker and darker in the center as if to outline a happy trail in his already decently hairy belly, before he quickly sat straight back up, lazily pulling at his hoodie to cover himself.
Looking back at Meyers, who was distractedly looking towards the girl he was talking to earlier when he was getting lands, I felt a bit relieved that he at least hadn't caught me looking a little too much at his uncle.
I felt Forest's hand smack my shoulder, pulling my attention back to him. "That kid's coming back to start the game. If you sit further away from me, you're more likely to get matched with me." He said with a smirk.
Meyers grunted, looking over to me with an annoyed look. "I've explained so many times to him that the matches are decided by a program that handles all of the Friday Night Magic stuff. It's like he doesn't listen." He commented, giving his uncle an annoyed look.
"I want to believe that, but considering you always sit with me when we draft and when the matches are called out and we never get matched, I find it hard to believe." Forest replied back defensively.
His nephew grunted again, shaking his head. "Whatever, I'm going to go sit with Kenzie, she's not annoying me today. You're on one today." He said, referring to Forest before he got his cards, getting up and walking away.
"It's almost night and day with him outside of class, it's actually kind of astounding." I couldn't help but remark.
Forest laughed. "He's been obsessed with that girl for a couple of weeks, I think he just wanted an excuse to go sit with her, even though he probably won't get matched with her because of it." He said.
I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head at the fact that Forest was so incredibly convinced that he was right when he absolutely wasn't.
The tall wiry teen finally called attention to himself before he finally began to read off the names of who would be playing who. Much to my disappointment, my name wasn't called along with Forest's.
My first opponent was a college guy, a science major with a focus in chemistry.
That was a quick game, a true steamroll ending in a 2-0 in my favor. With being done early, I was left patiently waiting for my next match due to my opponent being quick to go back to his friend who was playing an oddly dressed, older man.
At some point I had looked to Forest, who took the time to give me a wide smile and wink, returning his attention to his game against Kenzie's brother.
My second game ended up being against Kenzie herself, a game I wasn't really expecting. Although she was about the same age as Meyers, she most definitely didn't go to the high school I taught at, and because of the little amount we had in common, our game was played mostly in silence, only talking when we had to.
That game was a bit more fair, ending in a 2-1 in my favor. Kenzie had completely wrecked me in our first game, but then admitted to completely losing the last two games because she got greedy and decided not to mulligan.
"Are you Meyers' uncles' boyfriend?" Kenzie suddenly asked me after our final game as we were picking up all our cards that were spread among the board into our respective decks.
I was caught off with the sudden question, my face warming. "N-no, not at all. Did...Meyers say that?" I asked, tentatively.
Kenzie was quick to shake her head, her long, light brown flowing with the motion of her head. "No, he just mentioned that his uncle brought his friend. When he came to sit with me, I was watching you two and I just got that idea. I guess I was wrong." She said with a shrug.
I chuckled nervously. "Well, I'm also one of Meyers' teachers. But no, we aren't boyfriends, I'm not sure how you got to that conclusion." I admitted, trying to stray the conversation in a different direction.
"You guys just seem really comfortable, is all. I'm not judging, Meyers really likes his uncle. I've been hanging out with Meyers since he moved here over the summer," She said before she got up, beginning to walk away before she stopped, turning in place to face me. "What was your name again?" She asked, cocking her head with the question.
"I-It's Emmett," I said, trying not to refer to myself as Mr. Olvick to someone who technically didn't need to refer to me as such. "Mr. Olvick to a lot of people who know me." I added, feeling stupid that I even added that.
Kenzie smiled. "Nice to meet you Emmett." She said before she walked away towards where Meyers was sitting.
I felt a hand slap my shoulder, and I turned to look at the person who it was, Forest who was taking a seat in the empty seat next to me.
"I think we're playing with each other next." He said confidently, setting his deck in front of him as he crossed his arms.
"What makes you so sure about that?" I asked, looking at his unsleeved deck. "How can you play without sleeves? That would drive me crazy, especially knowing that I might scratch up some beautiful holo." I asked.
Forest shrugged. "I raw dog it just like I raw dog life, I suppose. I don't know." He said with a cute smile.
I couldn't help but frown, to which the buzzcut man gave me a hearty chuckle, reaching out and smacking my arm.
"Hey, if it bothers you that much I'll go buy a pack of sleeves and sleeve up now. Only if you promise me you'll help me." He said.
But before I could say anything in response, the teenage employee called out again, checking if anyone was still in a game. Since no one responded, he decided to move on to the next set of matches.
"Looks like you ran out of time for that." I replied back.with a smug smile.
That smile was immediately wiped when my name was called out with Forest's.
He shot me a smirk. "I'll be back." He said, quickly getting up, pulling up his sagging black pants as he walked away, pulling up the hem of his hoodie with the action, giving me a good glimpse of his waistband.
I had to resist staring the whole time as he walked away, imagining that thick ass through the black pants, having seen it from how low he had sagged at times that I could now paint a picture of it in my head.
Suddenly, anxiety struck me when I remembered that he had invited me tonight. Could I even handle being able to hang out with Forest without becoming emotionally attached to the man? A part of me felt like it might have already started, being partial to the man, his nephew, and how incredibly comfortable and forward he was with me.
It made me wish that I wasn't so quick to admire such handsome men who seemed to have their priorities in check.
Suddenly Forest sat across from me, his hands opening a pack of sleeves with a geometric pattern on the back. He held out his tattooed hand, half of the sleeves and half of his deck in it.
I took it wordlessly, getting to quick work just the same as he had for me. Within a minute, I had the portion of the deck he gave me sleeved, and when I reached over to hand it to Forest, he had done the same, his hand enveloping mine.
"Oh sorry." He said casually, our hands lingering together for a moment as he looked up and his eyes met mine.
Something in me clicked in that moment, his hand intimately touching mine and our eyes meeting, that I knew that I had started to fall for his man as I stared into his expressive brown eyes.
Little did I know, this small moment set the tone for the rest of our game, a long series of our hands accidentally touching and meeting when reaching for cards across the board when we were trying to get a good look at a card, or going to turn or land cards.
This started to fluster me to the point that I ended up losing both games after winning the first.
I had to admit this surprised me. Going in so confidently that I'd win, I ended up focusing too much on the beautiful man sitting across from me, his bright brown eyes that seemed to ignite when he was turning his head in a specific way, the light filtering in through the windows of the card shop from the sunset outside making them look incredible.
Spending a little too much studying the tattoos on his hands, a detailed black and white rose on his left and a beautiful woman that looked like medusa, indcredibly ethereal features for all to see on his right hand.
Once we had reached the end of our games, our decks back in our hands, we realized the shop was nearly empty at this point.
I'd later find out that this card shop had a habit of everyone retiring out of the draft early, most people wanting to be done for the day and wanting to go do other things on a Friday night. It made me wonder why people even came to this anyway.
"It's one of those Fridays where everyone collectively decides they're done with the draft night. It happens so often, but it's fine, whatever." Forest said bitterly.
"You sound upset about it." I said with a chuckle.
Forest nodded as Meyers took his seat next to him, crossing his arms in a manner that conveyed the same disappointment his uncle just had,
"It's fine, I just wanted to get more out of this night," He turned to Meyers. "Hey, go get us our packs for playing in the draft and you can keep mine." He said.
With an `okay,' Meyers did so, walking up to the counter that had a decent amount of people waiting in line to do the same thing he was getting in line for.
"Did you still want to come have some beers? I don't blame you if you're sick of me. Plus, Meyers is going to be spending the rest of the night deciding what goes in his binder." He said with a large smile.
I wanted to read into the fact that Forest just pointed out we'd be alone, but I couldn't do so without being a little too hopeful.
"Yeah, of course." I said casually.
Forest gave me a nod. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, sliding it across the table to his texting app.
"Put your number in and I'll send you my address and I'll meet you there? There's a side entrance that's the mother-in-law basement, that's where I'm currently living." He said, to which I took his phone and did so.
"Currently living?" I asked out loud for clarification.
Forest gave me a cute chuckle. "I lived upstairs but when my sister needed somewhere to live I gave it to her and moved into the smaller mother-in-law basement." He explained as he eyed me as I typed into his phone, taking it back when I handed it back with my number typed into the `To' box.
"You basically live with Meyers?" I asked.
The buzzcut man nodded. "Yeah, Sissy, my sister, had gone through some bad shit the last year.and needed a place to move to where she could start over. I love my nephew, and my sister and I are amicable, so I offered the upstairs of my house. It works out, I get to see my nephew often, and god knows he needs it at times. His asshole father hasn't shown his face in ages." He said, anger clear in his face as he looked away while he spoke.
"Shit," I said, realizing I had sworn, something I tried not to do, being a teacher and all. "I didn't realize that was the situation, that's rough. You're a good ass man for bringing in your family when they needed it." I said.
Forest gave me a gentle smile. "Thank man, I appreciate it. I got lucky with this house when my widowed aunt decided she wanted to leave the country to go retire in Thailand on a whim, and she was willing to give me the deed of the house for like 10k. I had half of that, got a personal loan from my bank, and that's how I have a house." He said, an accomplished smile on his face.
I was completely blown away from what I was hearing, and only made me more smitten with the man.
Before I got the chance to respond, Meyers was standing near us, a large smile on his face as he held seven card packs.
"You ready to go, man?" Forest asked his nephew as he reached across the table for the stack of cards Meyers had left when he got up, grabbing his own as he stood up, his black pants sagging low enough to get a good glimpse of his thick ass cheeks straining against his Calvins.
"Yeah," He simply replied as Forest handed out his keys to his nephew, who excitedly took them. "See you later, Mr. Olvick." Meyers said to me with a quick wave.
"See you next week." I said to him with a smile as I watched my student walk out of the card shop.
"See you in a bit?" Forest asked me.
I gave him a nod. "Yeah, I just gotta stop home real quick and I'll head over, that cool?" I asked.
The buzzcut man nodded. "Of course man, take your time." He said with a smile as he walked out of the card shop.
I took my time getting my cards together, going to the counter and getting my packs, before I finally walked out of the nearly empty card shop, out to my car.
With a quick drive home, I went inside my second story apartment, dropping off all the cards I had on hand, stopping in my bedroom to look at myself in the mirror.
Before I had even realized, I had taken a brush to my beard, putting it back in place until it was to my liking, reapplied my cologne, and I even began to walk to my closet to change into something that was a little easier to take off, but I quickly had to stop myself from going that far.
Before I knew it, I had wasted a good twenty minutes trying to get myself groomed enough where I felt ready to go meet up with Forest.
I glanced at my phone, seeing that he had sent me his address not that long after he had left the card shop with Meyers. I put the address into my phone, a short ten minute drive, grabbed my keys and wallet, and went back down to my car.
Halfway there, I realized I was beginning to get nervous. But not any regular kind of nervous, the kind of nervous that you start to feel when you're going on a first date with someone. I had to subtly remind myself that it wasn't a date.
It was more akin to a second date, a part of me said in my head, a thought I quickly had to shake out of my head.
When I finally pulled up to the house, a decently sized home with a porch that stretched across the whole front, a stairway illuminated by a sole lightbulb going down the left side, I parked in front, taking a good look at the windows of the home.
All the windows upstairs were dark, a sole porch light the only sight of life. A couple of the windows of the basement, visible from the front of the house tucked into window wells, were lit up.
I got out of my car, my heart beginning to race as I walked up the front path, turning into the small concrete side path that led to the stairway.
A couple of feet to the stairway, I realized that someone was sitting at the top of it, facing down towards the stairwell, their phone in hand as they smoked a cigarette.
I immediately recognized the smell as a clove cigarette, and almost as if the person had felt me smelling the clove cigarette, turned, only to be face to face with Forest once more.
He gave me a smile, his left hand going to his mouth to grab the clove cigarette.
"Hey. You took your time, no offense." He said with a smile. He turned to face away for a second, the light from the stairway giving me a good view of him now that I was closer to him, seeing his black pants sagging so low that his white Calvin Klein covered ass was completely out, the waistband of his jeans right below his large cheeks.
He stood up, turning to the side to look over at me, gesturing for me to follow him. He slowly walked down the stairs, putting his clove cigarette out on the concrete wall of the stairwell, unbothered to pull his pants up as they gave me a complete, unadulterated look of his cheeks bouncing with every step down the stairs.
I followed behind him cautiously, trying to ignore my dick hardening in my pants at the shameless show I was getting from the man.
"I didn't know you smoked." I said as I walked through the open doorway of the basement, walking into a decently decorated front room, a large black leather couch facing against a large, wall mounted flatscreen TV that had a wall mounted shelving unit beneath it that held a couple of consoles, current and previous generation.
To the right was a kitchen tucked into the corner, and a hallway lead into the rest of the basement down the left side wall, the hallway darkened.
"Well I smoke clove cigarettes. I quit years ago, I just do that when I feel like smoking a cig. That's my first in weeks," He said, before gesturing to the couch as he walked over to a table against the right wall, putting his carton of clove cigarettes as he faced away from me for a second. "Take a seat, man, I'll get you a beer." He said as he walked into his kitchen, my eyes following him as he did so while I walked around the couch in the front. I couldn't peel my eyes off the small dirt patches that were on the back of his Calvins from them touching the dirty ground he had sat on.
He either didn't care, or didn't know, and I wasn't sure if I should even comment on it to him, considering it was incredibly distracting to me now. Forest came back into the front room, walking around the back of the couch I was now sitting in, handing me a hard Mike's as he walked by me and around.
"Hope that's fine, I finished all my PBRs before you got here." He said as he walked around, a black cherry Hard Mike's in his own left hand. I expected him to take the seat to my left, but he walked in front of me, his slightly dirty Calvins in my face as he shuffled past me.
A part of me couldn't hold back before I said, "You got some dirt on the back of your ass from sitting on the ground." I said, letting myself test the waters in a sort of way with the statement.
Before he sat down, Forest stopped, turning his ass to face me as he twisted his upper body to try to get a look of what I was talking about, his thick cheeks completely in my face.
"Shit bro, you aren't kidding," He said, his left hand going to his ass and brushing at the dirt patches as if they would come right off, his thick ass bouncing with every aggressive brush of his hand. "I just got these CKs too, fuck. What do you do to keep your whites, white?" He asked, finally turning his ass away from me and towards the couch, taking his seat to my right on the couch, his left right hand producing a remote from god knows where as he turned the TV on.
"I don't buy white clothing," I said, sarcastically.
He gave me a chuckle, taking a swig of his beer before he replied. "Yeah I don't normally but I kind of wanted to try something new, might as well start with something small like undies and work my way up to like pants if I really want to." He said, shifting in place as I felt his left arm drape itself across the back of the couch, his forearm grazing the back of my neck, the hairs standing up on end.
Forest was quick to put on a YouTube video of highlights from Family Guy, something I wasn't too partial to but didn't care enough to say anything, as he took another swig of his beer, turning to me.
"I had a couple of beers waiting for you, I hope you don't mind." He said to me, his breath a mix of the smell of beer, the clove cigarette he had smoked, and the hard cherry Hard Mike's.
I shook my head, taking a huge swig from my beer as if to make a point. "You're fine, I took a while. You're still capable of being here and talking and being present, that's enough for me, even if you're a couple of beers in." I replied.
He gave me a large, charming smile. "Cool," He said, turning to face forward to the TV. I felt his left hand moving, his fingers curling as they felt along my shoulder, fingertips grazing the black sweater I had worn that night. "How does someone who does rugby in college end up being a teacher? It's a genuine question, I don't see jocks who do rugby being capable of making kids like my nephew realize they love creative writing." He asked, his attention barely on the TV and mostly on me at this point.
I shrugged. "I've always been partial to writing and English in high school. I originally went with the intention of majoring in sports science, but I realized I fucking want nothing to do with working with other muscle heads, because as much I might look like one, I'm not." I said with a laugh, before I finally added. "I just realized I don't know what you do."
Forest's hand pulled away from my shoulder, sliding across with an unshameful amount of touching of the back of my neck and my other shoulder as he pulled it in front of him, reaching forward to his beer which he took a swig of, his right hand gripping the remote as if he couldn't let go of it.
"I work in a floral wholesaler. I spent most of my week unloading trucks, but it's a chill job that pays well. I do some car work for anyone who is willing to let me on the side, too." He said, his left hand placing the beer in front of him as it returned to its spot, left arm draped over the back, this time his left hand completely on my left shoulder, his fingers dragging along the front near my collarbone.
This was beginning to get more hard and incredibly horny for this man, and I wanted to say something to call attention to what was happening, but with how much Forest had drunk, I had a feeling he might not even be aware he was doing it.
Fuck, I let myself back into this type of situation, even after I told myself I wouldn't let myself.
I tried to continue being casual, ignoring the throbbing of cock running along my right thigh. "I never took you for working in a floral wholesaler, that's cool. Mechanic, I definitely see." I said with a chuckle.
Forest's smile dwindled a bit, his face straightening a bit as he left hand reeled from my shoulder, going to his side. "Why is that, because someone like me would have to work in construction or some shit?" He said defensively, his arms crossing. "Or that I have to be gay or something to work in a floral wholesaler?" He added.
I shook my head quickly, turning my whole body to face him. "No, no, that's not what I meant at all," I said, my heart racing as I thought about my next words, but they had left my mouth before I could contemplate them, the small amount of alcohol I had already loosening my lips. "I-I'm gay myself, Forest, I don't have any expectations for anyone when it comes to that shit." I said, my heart racing when I realized I had said that.
Forest's face didn't change at first, his eyes simply moving left and right as he looked into my eyes. "Explain that." He said, leaning forward and grabbing his beer.
"Explain what?" I asked, bewildered. "Being...gay?" I asked.
The buzzcut man let out a loud laugh, taking a long swig that ended up emptying his beer. "No man, explain what you said. `Not having expectations for anyone when it comes to that shit.'" He repeated.
I took a swig of my beer, nodding. "Ohhh, okay. I meant that I don't expect a man or woman to have to work a specific job. I don't reinforce gender norms on people, it's not fair coming from a gay man who did rugby and takes it up the ass." I said.
The buzzcut man let out a snort, trying not to let the beer in his mouth exit through his nostrils.
"In my defense, I top more often than not, okay." I said suddenly, feeling like I had to defend myself all the sudden.
Forest shook his head, laughing to himself. "I don't judge if you take it up, down, or inside out the ass, I don't care dude." He said with a shrug.
I felt myself relax for a second, finally feeling like my secret, as dumb as it sounds, was out. Even though I'm a proud and out gay man in my mid 30's.
"Well, I thought you did, I don't know." I said back abruptly.
Forest leaned forward, slapping his palms on his knees. "I want another beer, you joining me?" He asked.
I nodded, and Forest stepped over my knees to get past me, his pants low enough to get me a good look of his CKs molding to his ass as they jiggled with movement. He walked out back into the kitchen, emerging with two more hard Mike's, a strawberry and lemonade flavored one.
He handed me the lemonade one, which I gladly took, not being a fan of the strawberry flavored ones.
The buzzcut man walked in front of me again, stepping over my knees like he did last time, but his sagging pants had fallen lower, the waistband falling down to his knees and giving me a complete look of him in his Calvin's, thickly muscled thighs covered in a thick layer of blonde hairs visible.
He seemed to lose balance with his pants falling, and what felt like slow motion, he fell back in place, falling towards me.
Instinctively, I opened my arms to him, feeling him as he fell into my lap, white CK clad ass falling onto my crotch.
Forest let himself fall back into me, his left arm still holding his beer out as he tried to get his balance.
"Shit dude, fuck, I'm so sorry." He said, trying to get back up, his balance off with the amount of alcohol he had in him.
During his struggle, I felt him grind into me, his large cheeks pushing into my crotch, and especially against my big, hard dick along my thigh. Finally, my hands went to his waist, grabbing it to help him up, providing some leverage to the inebriated man.
Forest tried to get up once more, his ass jumping up and back down with force into my crotch once more, my dick being pulled by his thick cheeks and wedging it between them.
"Broooo," Forest almost purred, his ass shifting back and forth as his cheeks squeezed against my now completely rock hard dick. "You're so fucking big, shit." He said with an almost moan, before something seemed to knock sense back into him, his hands gripping at the cushions of the couch as he finally pushed himself off of me, my cock tenting my sweats at this point. My hand moved to my crotch, pushing my dick so it wasn't such an obvious tent as Forest took his seat next to me, his breath heavy as he looked at me with half lidded eyes, his hands working the bottle cap of my lid off.
I was essentially speechless at this point, taken aback of what had just happened. I couldn't tell if it was happenstance, an accident, on purpose, or a mix of the three.
"You never explained your beard routine to me." Forest said, his hand reaching out to touch my beard.
This set something off in me, and I reeled my head back, preventing him from touching my beard as I quickly stood up, panic rising in my throat.
"I-I'm sorry." I said suddenly, Forest's face disappointed. My mind was racing with all the thoughts I had built up before I came here. Not to fall for this man, not to let myself end up in a compromising situation, not to let myself let some straight guy treat me like a fun experiment.
I didn't know which was right, and I didn't really want to know.
Forest put his palms up and out defensively. "Woah, hey, sorry, did I do something wrong, I'm sorry." He said. Forest was clearly drunk, although he wasn't slurring or doing anything that led me to believe he was too drunk.
Still, a part of me felt like this was going too far.
"I-I think I need to leave. I'm sorry." I said again, beginning to walk away from the couch as I felt in my pockets for my keys.
"Emmett, wait." Forest said as he began to walk around the couch towards me.
"No, look Forest, coming here was a mistake. You're drunk, and I can't fucking tell if you're coming onto me, I-I don't even know if you're fucking gay, this is just so bad." I said, turning around to continue leaving before I heard Forest call out to me.
"E-Emmett, please," Forest's voice pleaded, his voice straining like he was about to break into tears.. This made me stop in place, turning to look at the scruffy man, who had his arms crossed, hands holding his sides as he looked at me with a heart wrenching look. "I...I just...want..." He said, his voice breaking into sobs as he began to cry to himself.
My body moved without my say so, quickly making my way back around the couch to Forest, my arms quickly wrapping around the shorter man, holding him to my body as I felt his body wrack itself with sobs, tears wetting my sweater as he buried his face into my chest.
I led us back onto the couch slowly, sitting down as I held Forest, who let himself fall onto me, pushing me onto my back on the couch, Forest still completely distraught as he let his emotions out, holding onto me as he left his body cover mine, his hands gripping at my sweater as he cried into my chest.
All I could do at this point was wrap my arms around him, letting him feel everything that he has been holding onto for so damn long, that at this point, all I knew is that I had to be there for someone when they needed me.
Eventually, I felt Forest's sobs subside, and he was back to calmly breathing, his head laying between my pecs, his nose buried into my sweater as he breathed with a calm I knew he had been hoping for for so long.
With him in my arms, I let myself forget all the rules I had set for myself. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea at this point, but eventually, I knew that all that mattered was that my love, whether platonic or romantic, could be someone else's solid ground.