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. This chapter is a lot more dialogue heavy, but this whole story basically is.
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I woke up the next morning a bit dazed. I still had Forest laying on me, half of his torso was laying on me, the other half to my side, his head resting in the crook of my neck as my beard grazed his face.
He was completely and utterly asleep, incredibly comfortable. His right hand was up my sweater, his fingers intertwined in the chest hair between my pecs.
My heart quickened when I realized the situation I was in. I lifted my hands up in the air, looking up at the ceiling at them as I felt Forest's body breathing softly on top of me.
A part of me wanted nothing more to truly, absolutely let myself enjoy this. To let my hands feel him, hold him to me the way I have wanted since the day I met him.
Thoughts in my head quickly drifted to the night before. Myself getting annoyed that I had felt a bit played with, telling him and almost leaving, and then Forest breaking into tears, me going to him and holding him, where we eventually had fallen onto the couch and ended up asleep.
Forest seemed to stir for a second, moving his head as he nuzzled it into my neck more, the hand that was up my shirt moved, laying flat for the moment that he moved it across my left nipple, back to its place between my pecs.
Shit, that got me hard. His waist is at my crotch where he no doubtably would be able to feel it, too.
And boy, did he feel it, because I felt him grind into me, and that only made me groan. I couldn't help it at this point and moved my hands, going to his lower back, my hands laying on the waistband of his Calvins.
Forest let out a quiet, deep moan, grinding into my hardness once more. This only encouraged me, and my hands moved lower, gripping at his thick cheeks that I had been wanting for so long to be able to feel in my hands.
He must've liked this a lot because he was now consistently grinding, turning his body slightly so he could line his hardness up with my own upper thigh as he let out a groan that almost sounded like relief.
Holy shit he was thick, and I think he might be uncut too.
"Emmett." The buzzcut man muttered, grinding into me with so much momentum that my hands were moving up and down his ass if I didn't grip it.
"Yeah?" I muttered back, my hands moving up to his lower back again, a couple of my fingers slipping under the waistband.
He didn't reply at first, just continuing to grind into me, throbbing so much that I could feel it through his CK and my own sweats and boxerbriefs.
First, it had started with him speeding up, his grinding become more intense, and before I knew it, he was starting to groan into my neck, rubbing his face into my beard as I felt the undeniable feeling of him cuming through his boxerbriefs, completely soaking through to my sweats, no doubt.
"Fuuuuck, shit." He groaned, nuzzling his face into my neck as he did so, his chest vibrating with his deep voice.
Before I could even say or even do anything, he got up quickly, backing up from me on the couch, standing up on one leg, the other propped on the couch.
"Dude, I'm so fucking sorry, I don't know what the fuck came over me." He said, his hand going to the large, wet spot in his Calvins, his thick cock pinned down along his thigh in the nice fitting undies.
I sat up, my huge boner clearly visible in my sweats as I instinctively went to move it, before I put my hands up. "Forest, dude, i-it's fine." I half lied. It was okay that Forest came, he clearly really fucking liked it. But I also had a problem with what could come after this.
He sighed, his hand coming up from his large cum spot, his fingers wet as he looked around for a place to wipe it. "That's just so fucking embarrasing and you...I don't know, it just felt so fucking good I've never just....humped someone until I came." He admitted.
I laughed, Forest giving me a half glare at the laugh. "I'm sorry, that was cute. I've had dozens of uncut guys come from humping me as they groped my muscles and my beard. I'm glad you got to experience what was probably one of the best orgasms of your life." I said, a small smile coming on my face.
Forest's face was a blank slate, before he sighed, giving me a small, slightly relaxed smile that still managed to be charming. "How...how'd you know I'm uncut?" He asked, suddenly. His response alleviated what little awkwardness I felt in the air.
I laughed again, shaking my head. "Well I can see it clearly through your white underwear, and I could just now feel it when you humped against me. It has a specific feeling that you grow to remember, being a circumcised guy myself." I said.
He sighed in reply again, turning his body as he sat on his couch, his hand absentmindedly wiping itself on a spot of his CKs that wasn't already wet with cum. "I remember last night, you know. I wasn't all that drunk mostly because a couple of PBRs and Mike's aren't gonna fuck me up, just get me really...open." He hesitated.
I couldn't help but frown. "Do you want to talk about last night? Look, Forest, I don't know what's going on in your life, but last night, I saw a lonely man who I was more than happy to spend the night with, with no expectations. I'd be lying if I said there were hopeful expectations, but that's on my end." I said with a slight chuckle.
He smirked, and I almost wanted to just throw myself on him in response to that sexy ass look. "Yeah, like what?" He asked.
I sighed, crossing my arms. "At the risk of fucking up my relationship with your nephew who really fucking likes my class, I was hoping for you. I-it's dumb, but you just really got my attention that day we met in Walmart, and the fact that we kept running into each other and will continue to do so because of your nephew, it's so complicated. And I don't even know if you like dudes, I don't know this is a lot." I said, my voice heavy with the baggage I had just unloaded with my words.
Forest sighed, looking down for a second before he looked back up to me. "Can I be honest?" He asked.
In that moment, I had to will every ounce of teacher patience in my body and soul to not absolutely tell him to fuck off, expecting the same fucking answer I had gotten time and time again.
`I'm straight bro, I just got too drunk,' despite the fact that they always had just used me to get off.
"I've been single for a while. Like, five plus years single. My last relationship was with this chick who was incredibly hot, cool, basically my dream girl. She liked me a lot too, we dated for a couple of years. But at some point, the spark died, and we just kind of...fell out of love. I hadn't really wanted or had tried to get into anything since then," He explained to me, his voice was incredibly calm and measured, a sign that this was all coming from a place of introspection and thinking.
"And that was fine and all, until I had this one experience. I used to have this really good friend that I had known since before I was with my ex. He was a good guy, this tall unit of a man, giant ass beard and completely bald. Well, we went camping really fucking far up in the mountains, gone for a good four days. Well on the second night we got drunk, I had drank less than I did last night, he claims he had gotten really drunk, but I know for a fact he had only like a beer and a half, he was a huge ass dude. Well one thing led to another, we ended cuddling, making out, dicks were sucked, it was one of the best, most memorable experiences of my life." Forest continued explaining to me, standing up as he began to walk slowly around the other side of the coffee table in front of the wall mounted TV.
I was full ears at this point, fully invested in whatever he had to say.
"I mean it would've been the best until the events after. My buddy, well, he basically denied anything ever happening when I wanted to talk about the whole thing when we were completely sober. It was one thing to just deny the thing, you know, but I didn't realize how fucking mad I'd be about the whole thing after the fact, and then mad turned to sad and I cried about it for fucking weeks, man," He explained to me, his voice breaking as he walked away from me on the couch, walking towards his kitchen. I got up to get a better view of him standing in the doorway of his kitchen, his right hand to his face.
"Mother fucker just ended our friendship of like seven years or something over one night that he couldn't accept and it's heart breaking, man. It feels like I got broken up with." Forest said with a clearing of his throat.
"It feels that way because in some way, it probably does feel that way subconsciously. Sounds like you liked him as a good friend, and that night might have changed that." I said, finally breaking Forest's long monologue.
He didn't turn to face me, only sniffled as he put his hand away from his face. "I've thought a lot about it in that sense, that it was more. I think it was, Emmett. I fucking loved him, he was such a good fucking friend and always there for me especially after my ex left me, he helped me through so much. I got so emotionally bonded and attached to him, and then that fucking camping trip, it hurts." The buzzcut man said, finally breaking into the tears he had been holding back this whole time.
Just like I had the night before, I rushed to his side, bringing him into my arms without hesitation. He openly and gladly took me, wrapping his arms tight around me as he cried into my chest again just like the night before. My right hand stayed at his back, running up and down its length, my left wrapping around to his side, fingertips grazing his belly as I did the same on the front.
"Hey, it's okay, let it out," I consoled a sobbing Forest, who held me tightly as he cried into me. "I'm here with you, just let it all out, okay?" I said in a soothing voice.
Forest let out a couple more sets of deep sobs, before his crying began to calm down, slowly becoming less and less of a heaving, crying mess and more of a sad, relaxed man who just wanted to be held.
"Fuck dude, I'm sorry I just let that out." He finally said to me, the side of his face pressed to my chest as he said it, his voice a deep rumble that always managed to vibrate me.
"Forest," I began, the shorter man looking up to me with his beautiful brown eyes. "You need to stop apologizing. You've apologized for a bunch of different things including just being emotional about a relationship with a guy that you really really cherished. being thrown away by him. That's a lot. I appreciate you telling me, but your emotions are a thing you don't ever need to apologize for." I told him.
He stared at me for a second, before he moved a hand up and my beard, combing his fingers through the messy hairs. "You never told me your beard routine." He said to me in an almost disappointed way.
"I"m not telling you shit because you look fucking hot the way you do." I replied back, bluntly. My hand first went to his buzzcut, feeling the miniscule head of hair that was fuzzy from how incredibly short it was, my hand tracing down the side of his face to his short scruffy beard.
I really really wanted to kiss Forest so incredibly bad. But it didn't feel right to do so after he had gotten so incredibly emotional with me.
That didn't end up being a problem, though. Forest leaned his head up, and our lips touched in an instant.
The feeling that coursed through me then was just pure fucking magic. My hands went to Forest's hips, gripping them as I pulled him into me. I felt Forest's hands go to my biceps, squeezing them through my sweater. I couldn't help but flex them, which only caused Forest to bite my lip as he grinded into me.
I growled, biting back into Forest who I expected to try to fight me for control with our mouths, but instead relented, which I only emphasized when I moved my hands to his thick ass grabbing both cheeks in my large hands.
"Fuck." He moaned into me.
I wanted this man so much, and at this point I was extremely horny from the morning I have had. Without even thinking about it, I took my opportunity, and squatted down, sweeping Forest off his feet in one fell swoop, picking him up into my arms with a squat almost effortlessly.
He gave me a wide eyed look, one of his hands gripping one of my biceps, the other wrapping itself around my neck. "Holy shit you just picked me up like it's nothing." He said, astounded. He was holding tight onto me, but not in a sense where he thought I would drop him more that he didn't want to be let go.
"Where's your bathroom?" I asked, turning in place to get a good look at the basement unit.
Forest pointed down a darkened hallway. "First door on the right," He said to me. Once I began to start walking towards the hallway, he added, "Wait, where are you taking me?" He asked suddenly.
I chuckled, looking down at the cute man in my arms, giving him a soft smile. "The place I just asked about, the bathroom. You came all over yourself and you need a shower, and I figured I might help you with that. That is, if you are okay with that." I added.
The buzzcut gave me a huge, teeth filled smile. "I'm okay with that. But that's only if you join me." He said with a sly smile.
With a chuckle as my response, I continued to where the bathroom was, pushing the door open with my foot as Forest reached in and switched the light on, revealing a really clean bathroom decorated with seafoam green decorations.
"Cute bathroom," I said as I placed Forest on the bathroom counter. "It's giving a married mom named Rebecca with three kids." I joked, as I stepped back from Forest, who was sitting on his bathroom counter, pants sagging below his ass and arms crossed as he looked down at his soiled crotch, his boner mostly gone now.
I noticed that he looked a little uncomfortable, and I reached out to him, putting my hands on his shoulders as I gave them a tender squeeze, my hands moving down to the side of his arms as I continued doing so. "Hey, what's wrong? Is it something I said?" I asked quietly.
Forest didn't look up at me at first, keeping his arms crossed as he looked down and away from me. "It's nothing," He clearly lied, thinking to himself as he looked away from where he was staring at, but still keeping his gaze down. "I just...I think I'm starting to really like you, Emmett. Like, genuinely. I like being around you, you make me incredibly happy and feel so fucking good. That first day in Walmart, when I reached out and touched your beard and asked about your routine, I didn't realize it even in the moment, but that fucking turned me on so much. A part of me, in that moment, knew that I wanted you in my life. That I wanted to be able to tell myself that you're a part of my life," He said, before he finally looked up and looked me in the eyes, tears welling in his eyes.
"But now I'm so fucking scared. That thought scares me so much, and I don't know if I can do it. I'm afraid to put myself through this again, but not being over Noah really really hasn't helped." He said to me, soft tears finally starting to fall down his face as he looked me in the eyes.
He had finally mentioned that guys' name, Noah, and I could sense how incredibly difficult it was for him to just say that name.
I moved my right hand from his shoulder, going to his face as I wiped away some tears with my thumb. "Hey, hey, look at me," I said, my other hand going to his scruffy chin as I tilted it up to get a good look into his beautiful brown eyes. "What Noah did to you will hurt just as much tomorrow as it does today, and it still might hurt just as much in a year. But I also need you to remember that I'm not Noah, and if you're willing and able to open yourself up again, I'm willing to try to show you that." I said back to the shorter man, who sniffled in response as he wiped at his face with his hoodie sleeve.
"You mean that? Like...really mean that?" He asked me, to which I only nodded my head, giving him a gentle smile. "Because I'm really new to this, Emmett. What little chance I had to allow myself to realize that I might like men the same way I do women was taken from me. I need you to know that I don't even know whether or not I feel the same way about men as I do with women." He explained it to me.
I shrugged back in response in an effort to be casual. "You might or might not, Forest, but that's fine. I'm willing to do this with you. You're such a good ass fucking man, you put your family first and you've got your life under control, anyone would be fucking lucky to have you, inclding myself, even if it's just as a friend." I said with a large, toothy grin.
He looked back up at me, his eyes boring into mine. "You...really mean that?" He asked, again.
I nodded again. "Of course I fucking do. I don't say anything I don't mean, and I take that to heart. I'm willing to be vulnerable and honest with you because you've shown me you can do just as much, and I'm willing to be present for people who are able to do that. I don't expect anything from you other than your company and your honesty.." I stated to him, my hands going to his shoulders one more time as I ran my hands up and down his hoodie covered arms.
In response, Forest reached out his arms, wrapping them around me in an instant and pulling me towards him as he spread his legs to allow space for me in between them. He pulled me with enough force that my thighs bumped into the counter, before I felt Forest's legs take the place of the counter as he slid himself down it to close the space, his crotch pressing into my own.
He held me close to him like that for what felt like forever, just the two of us, hands running along the other's back as we held each other close and tightly and enjoyed each other's company in the silence of the bathroom.
Finally, Forest pulled back from me, giving me my cue to step back and give him his space.
"I'm gonna get in the shower now, you're right about me needing one, I'm starting to get all crusty now." He said with a chuckle as his hands went to the lower hems of his underwear, pulling at them.
"Well I'll leave you to that, then." I casually said as I began to turn to leave, before Forest's hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.
"Will you...stay? Even if you don't come and shower with me. I just...want you here." He said, almost nervously.
I turned back to him, putting my shoulders on his shoulders again as I leaned down into him, touching our foreheads together as I kept my face a couple inches from his. "Of course I will." I said back with a smile, to which Forest held me tighter to him, putting the side of his face in my chest. I held him tighter to me, holding him tight in my arms. Forest hummed into me, before his hold on me relented, and we both let go of each other at the same time.
"Thank you. You don't know what it means to me that you were willing to stay when I asked you, let alone were just willing to hear me out. It means more than you know." He said to me, a twinkle in his eyes as he looked into my own pair.
"I've been on your end, I know exactly how you feel," I replied back, getting another quick, strong hug from the buzzcut man. "Now, let's get you showered. You've gotten cum on my sweats at this point." I said with a laugh, looking down at the occasional clear, smeared stain that was in my crotch area.
Forest gave me a nervous chuckle. "Sorry." He apologized, awkwardly.
I shook my head in response. "Don't. That was hot." I added with a sly smile.
The buzzcut man returned the same smile, before he hopped off of his counter. He didn't take any hesitation in grabbing at the hem of his hoodie, beginning to peel it off of him along with the long black shirt underneath. I couldn't help but watch as Forest slowly revealed his upper body to me, first his slight furry belly, then his decent chest, all covered in a decent layer of dark, blonde hairs.
Forest pulled his hoodie off of his head, looking down as he tossed his hoodie to his side, glancing over at me where I averted my eyes quickly, trying not to make it obvious that I had been admiring him a little too much.
The next thing Forest took off were his socks. First, he turned to the side, giving me a profile view of his body as he bent down to pull off his socks, giving me a deliciously good look of his thick ass as he did so.
"You're just showing off now." I said out loud, crossing my arms as if to convey my `annoyance.'
Forest acted like he hadn't heard me at all as he tossed his socks aside, standing up straight as he began to undo his belt, still giving me a good side profile as he did so, his jeans sitting right below his thick, round ass that he most definitely gave a good shake as he lifted his black pants a couple of times, before he actually pulled them down, stepping out of each leg.
I was so fucking turned on now, completely hard and using all the restraint in me to not jump this man and completely devour him.
Instead of watching Forest continue to tease me, I decided to begin undressing myself. I started with my socks, lifting each leg and standing on the other as I took each sock off, keeping my attention off Forest and acting as if I was the only one here.
That would've been the case, if I hadn't begun undressing in a manner that I only would when I had someone watching me. The next thing I decided to take off was my sweater. Crossing my arms in front of me in that manner that I knew men just fucking loved, I grabbed the hem of my sweater and slowly began to peel it off my body, stretching my upper body in a way that I knew would accentuate my muscles. Once the sweater was over my head and blocking my view, I turned my body to actually face Forest, taking extra time to pull the rest of it over my head.
It was off now, and I quickly turned my head to look down as I casually tossed my sweater, finally looking up to see Forest who was completely and utterly entranced with me, his eyes scanning everywhere from my face, to my chest even down to my waist, whether to look at my crotch, the cum stains, or what, I wasn't sure. All I knew is I got his attention, and I fucking loved it.
I looked down at myself as my hands went to the tied drawstrings of my sweats, undoing them slowly and my hands going to my hips, grabbing at my sweats as I started to pull them down, revealing the waistband of the black Aussiebum boxerbriefs I had bought when I went to Australia for a summer. That summer eventually made me switch all the underwear I owned to Aussiebums that I get shipped back to the US every couple of months.
Stopping all my motion at once, I moved my head up a bit, getting a glance at Forest who was very intently staring at me. I smirked, moving my head up to now completely face him.
He was staring fiercely into my face once I saw him, his hands were crossed over his beefy chest.
"What?" I asked, coyly.
Forest sighed, walking over and sitting on the toilet, his face a bit more serious than the situation called for. This suddenly changed the mood, and I pulled my sweats back up to my waist. "I'm sorry, it's nothing bad. There's a lot of times where I question if I'm gay for a lot of reasons. I don't think I don't like women, that's for sure. But guys, that's something I think about a lot. I don't think I do, then I run my hand through the beard of a handsome," He said before stopping suddenly, looking over at me and his eyes scanning my torso avidly. "No, fucking hot as fuck man, and I get a hard on. I think it's just a fluke, try to ignore it, and I felt your bicep at the card shop dude, and holy shit bro, you're so fucking jacked it's crazy. It made me so fucking hard and I realized I wanted more." He admitted out loud.
I smiled at the compliment, unable to not bask in the feeling of getting complimented on something I have worked so hard on. "You did a good job at hiding that. Other than the fact that you squeezed my bicep like a baby twink's first time feeling a real man's muscles before he gets dicked down, you didn't really give me the impression that it made you hard." I said, thinking back to how comfortably he had complimented me back at the card.
Forest let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. "Is that how you talk outside of your school? Talking about dicking down twinks?" He asked me with a smirk.
I laughed, mostly in an effort to shake off how incredibly called out I felt in that moment, my face warming in response. "I can't deny that so yeah, kind of. There's a lot you don't know about me, to be honest." I said with another awkward laugh.
The buzzcut man raised an eyebrow he absentmindedly scratched at his belly, his fingers audibly scratching through the dark blonde hairs. I wanted nothing more than to do the same with my own hand, maybe even my tongue.
"Well that's a given, we haven't known each other very long," Forest said, as he stood back up. He ran one of his hands over his buzzcut hair a couple of times, the strong muscles in his arm showing themselves for a moment, before he continued. "And what, you're twenty-six?" He asked with a wide, charming smile.
I mentally hit myself across the face when I let out a giggle-like laugh at being complimented yet again. "I'm thirty-five, first of all," I replied back gruffly, crossing my arms in response. "And you're what, forty-seven?" I replied back sarcastically. To which Forest gave me a loud guffaw in response. "But for real, you'd be surprised by how much you don't know about me." I added.
Forest shrugged. "Then let's take the time to fix that one day at a time." He said to me with a cute smile before he put his hands on the waistband of his cks, pulling them down in one fell swoop. His soft, thick cock flopped out, nestled into a trimmed nest of dark blonde pubes.
He took off his underwear without hesitation, not bothering to turn around to look if I was going to follow his lead as he turned around, going into the large, glass-walled shower that was on one end of the bathroom. He started the shower, and he walked under the warm water.
I followed suit, completely undressing and getting into the shower, closing the glass door that Forest had left open for me. He didn't turn around until I was under the shower water as well, doing so with another cute smile.
"Hey," He said coolly, his eyes looked down at my chest, hair damp from the water and stuck to me. His eyes scanned down to my thick abs, then eventually down to my cock. His eyes scanned back up to my face, his expression coy and mischievous. "Damn dude." He simply said in an interesting manner.
Almost as if to respond, my stomach grumbled very loudly. "I just realized how hungry I am." I commented as I lifted my arms up to run them through my hair.
"We can go to this diner near here and have some breakfast. I'll drive and pay," He said, reaching out and smacking my shoulder in the same friendly way he had when we had first met in that Walmart. "Consider it a date." He added confidently.
I couldn't help but gape at the statement. "Y-yeah?" I asked back.
Forest arched an eyebrow, turning to grab a bottle of shampoo off a shelf and turning back to me. "Why do you say it like it's a question?" He asked before he squirted some of the shampoo into his hand, handing it to me.
I looked at the front and saw that it was not a shampoo, but a 2-in-1 conditioner shampoo. I chuckled and shook my head. "Not to be that bitch," I began as I held out the bottle back to him. "But I'm not going to use a 2-in-1, sorry Forest." I apologized.
The buzzcut man gave me a confused look, before he broke into a hearty laugh before he reached out and grabbed the bottle from my hand. "Too good for my 2-in-1 Bath and Body Works stuff?" He asked with another laugh.
I shook my head. "Not even, I fucking love Bath and Body Works, I'm just a picky bitch with what products I use in my hair." I explained.
In response, Forest reached out and gave my beard a quick run through with his hand, his hand moving up to my head and running his hand through the hair up there in a gentle way. "Okay fair, I guess you can get away with that with that hair and beard." He admitted, his hand going down to my cheek as he caressed it.
My hand went to his hip, my hands grazing the side of his thick ass as I gave it a gentle pat. "I appreciate the compliments and stuff, but I'm really fucking hungry. A man my size needs his food." I said, running my hand through my hair one more time to try to push out and excess water stuck in it as I started to turn around to get out.
Forest grabbed my hand, pulling my back to him. "C'mon man, you're gonna leave me just like that?" He asked in an almost whine.
When a man tells me he wants me and I'm incredibly horny, I can't help but comply and give them exactly what they want.
And that's exactly what I did when I walked back to Forest, my hands going to his ass and grabbing each thick cheek in each palm, grabbing them with force as I pulled him into me, rubbing our wet cocks against each other.
"Is this what you want?" I asked in my serious, dominant voice.
Forest looked up into my eyes, his face a gleeful playfulness. "No, not at all." He said with a cocky smirk.
I growled in response, leaning in and pressing my lips to his aggressively, my tongue quickly slipping into his mouth with force as I held him close to me.
One of his hands went to my shoulder, holding it tight as his other went to my chest, his hands grabbing at my wet, furry pecs. He hummed into me as we made out aggressively, bucking his hips softly into me as I felt him begin to harden once more.
We stayed like that, intertwined into each other, hands gripping at each other, grabbing in want and anticipation, moaning and groaning into each other. Finally, I felt like I had gotten my fill of this incredibly sexy man, pulling away from him with all my might, something that actually required a bit of effort since Forest tried with all his strength to hold me to him.
"Come on, let's get finished so we can have some breakfast." I finally stated out loud as I finally left the shower.
Forest gave me an annoyed grumble, trying to finish up as quickly as he could.
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Getting dressed to go to the diner was pretty quick. Forest ended up going to my car to get my gym bag, and I was able to get a partial portion of my beard routine in, much to Forest's joy as he watched with intent and joy from his toilet.
I was lucky to have had an extra change of clothes, everything from a pair of underwear and socks to another pair of sweats and hoodie, so I could at least go without having to go to a diner with cum stains on my crotch.
Finally, all ready and even more hungry, we made our way to the driveway on the other side of the house, getting in Forest's old red Bronco that smelled like a delicious cologne that wasn't anything like the nasty Black Ice car trees I hated.
The trip to the diner itself was pretty quiet, just us commenting on a couple things as we drove by, commenting on if we like the place or ever had been there.
Our previous, heightened mood from being in the shower had calmed down now, but we were still just as interested in each other, and at some point, Forest reached his arm across his front seat, placing his hand on my thigh as he continued driving with one hand.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't really really enjoying this. I hadn't been this incredibly lost in someone, resorting to casual, flirty sexual hookups with men for the past couple of years to get whatever feeling it was that I was still trying to get out of my last long relationship.
My heart couldn't help but hurt a bit at the thought of Cyrus, the man I had devoted so much time to for so long that I had made it a conscious effort since the breakup to forget, only to sit here with a man that has shown interest in me, with his hand on my thigh, with thoughts of my ex in my head.
"You okay?" Forest suddenly asked, pulling me out of my head. He accentuated his question with a firm squeeze of my thigh.
I nodded. "Yeah, just thinking of my ex, to be honest. I don't know why. I'm fine now." I explained. A part of me wanted to not have to bother Forest with this, but another part of me is starting to feel like I can't lie or keep anything from him, a sure sign of an emotional attachment beginning to form.
Fuck.
Forest nodded. "Well put him and Noah on the same fucking boat and let that shit go. We're about to have some delicious ass food. Have you ever been to this diner we're going to, it's called Penny Anne's Cafe or something." He asked.
I shook my head, giving Forest a smile at his statement about Noah and Cyrus. "No, I definitely have heard about it, though." I replied.
The buzzcut man gave me an excited look. "Hell yeah, I love bringing people to this place for the first time," He said, giving my thigh another firm squeeze before he pulled it away to bring it back to his wheel as he signaled a turn, beginning to turn into the parking lot of said diner.
We got out of his Bronco and walked inside the nearly empty, cramped diner. It wasn't what I expected, and Forest seemed to sense that.
"Trust me, this place is tiny but it makes up for some of the most delicious fucking food in the city." Forest said excitedly as we waited for someone to come seat us.
I couldn't help but get a good look at what Forest had put on, a nice baggy pair of ripped faded jeans, with a colorful rain jacket over a black shirt, a pair of tan work boots all with a tan flat-brimmed hat. He hadn't worn a hat before, but I couldn't help thinking about how incredibly good he looked with a hat on.
A small, red haired waitress appeared from a small doorway towards the back of the small diner, giving us a large smile as she greeted us, coming up to the small counter near the front where she pulled a couple of menus out. While the waitress was doing all of this, I watched Forest as he reached arms up to his head, lifting his hat and running his other hand along his buzzed head, the whole action giving me a deliciously perfect view of his furry belly, and a good inch of his white Calvins, another pair he decidedly chose to wear after he realized the effect the ones he had worn the night before had on me.
As we followed the waitress, Forest kept his hands up as he put his hat back on, letting me see his thick ass in his well-fitting CKs. He turned his head back to look at me as he finally brought his arms back down, his hands going to his back as his lifted his jacket and shirt to show me his ass again, grabbing the waistband of his pants to pull them up teasingly as he gave me a wink and stuck out his tongue at me.
I gave him a fake disapproving look, our waitress standing aside to let us sit in the small booth tucked into the corner of the small diner. We sat across from each other, much to my dismay, before the waitress took our drinks and left quickly.
"I saw you looking." He said with a smirk as he grabbed his menu and picked it up, looking through it.
I shrugged, grabbing my own. "Yeah, you and a fuckton of other straight and gay men in my lifetime. What can I say, sagging pants are my weakness. Always has been and always will be." I said, my eyes sticking on a menu item of a thin stack of pancakes with delicious homemade cherry syrup with your choice of three menu items that ranged from everything from bacon, eggs, ham, to even toast and slices of tomato, oddly enough.
"Well I'm glad to give you a show, man. Anything for someone as fucking hot as you." He added casually as he flipped through the menu.
I laughed, shaking my head. "You went from telling me you weren't even sure you were gay to telling me I'm fucking hot and love to show off for me." I commented.
Forest brought his menu down enough to show me his face. "Hey, I said I didn't know if I liked men. I like women, and apparently, fucking men too," He said, giving me a quick laugh before adding. "And I probably mean that both ways, too. Anyway, I've kind of felt that was the case for a while. Remember I gave--" He added quickly before I interrupted him.
"Yeah yeah, about how much I make you work hard, I remember." I said with a smirk. Forest gave me an annoyed, slightly flustered look, before he put his menu back up to his face.
I couldn't help but break into a laugh at Forest's straight honesty, and it was absolutely refreshing. He was so much unlike a lot of gay men I was engaging with on a daily basis around here. He didn't take himself too seriously, but also didn't treat everything as a joke, he was able to handle being called out without making it a problem or a competition, and he was so incredibly sexy.
"I know what I'm getting." He said, folding his menu and placing it flat on the table in front of us, showing me his handsome face and upper body again.
"Me too, now we gotta wait for Pippi Longstocking." I said teasingly as Forest reached over and smacked my arm.
"Emmett," He said teasingly with a laugh, looking over at our waitress who was walking over to us. "You're such a fucking brat." He said with a laugh.
I shrugged again. "I'm coming out of my teacher shell, I'm sorry. You're starting to meet the side of me that my students don't normally see because I have to be a role model." I explained as our waitress finally arrived at our table with our drinks, coffee for Forest and water for myself. She took our order, my cherry pancakes with toast, eggs and ham, and eggs benedict with buttermilk pancakes for Forest. She was gone as quickly as she came, and we were left alone again.
"So is being a witty gay not role model worthy?" He asked me, continuing our conversation as he leaned down and drank out of his mug of coffee, straight black.
I laughed and shook my head, taking a long sip out of the straw in my ice water. "Not when I got in trouble for being a little too whitty to my students. Even high schoolers can't handle being read at the same level I have been conditioned to be in the brutal world of hot gay men fighting over each other." I said.
Forest gave me a large guffaw of a laugh, before he stopped when he realized I hadn't joined him. "Oh, you're being serious?" He asked, seriously.
I shook my head, smiling as I broke the sudden tension. "I mean, yes and no. I was being hyperbolic, but at the same time, that was partly my experience when I went to university in California. The gays out there are a whole `nother world." I said dramatically.
The buzzcut man quickly responded with a question. "You ever get shit for being gay in college, you know, being a rugby player and all?" He asked, suddenly.
The question had genuinely caught me off guard. "Uhhh, I mean, yeah and no," I began as I thought back to my time in college, over a decade ago at this point. My life has changed so incredibly much since then that I definitely don't feel like the same person six times over. "The guys would give me shit for it because they're fucking rugby dudes. We were really comfortable with each other, rugby is kind of gay as fuck whether or not you like men," I said with a chuckle that Forest returned. "But it never was hostile or made me feel uncomfortable. Plus, not only is it hard to try to fuck with a dude who does rugby but I also definitely fucked other guys on the rugby team on top of that." I said with another laugh, unable to help myself.
"Damn that's sick." Forest replied back with a smile.
"Tell me about you, what led you here, this place in your life? I know how you got your house and that you work in a floral wholesaler and do car work on the side." I asked, interested.
The buzzcut man gave me a large, charming smile before he finally began to talk about himself. "Well I used to be a mechanic full-time. I went to a trade school after high school, and did that for a good while. Then I met my ex in my mid twenties, stayed with being a mechanic for a bit before I left. I ended up getting my own shop for a while, actually, had a couple of employees, a lot of it was due to help from my ex and her rich dad who fucking adored me. Once our relationship fell apart, my relationship with her dad did too and when my aunt came to me with the offer for her house, I sold my company back to her dad and used that money to buy this place. I got out of a shitty relationship with an ex's family, and I got this nice ass house." He said with an extremely confident smirk on his face when he was done talking.
And with every right to feel so. I couldn't help but be impressed by Forest's story, such an unassuming man who had ended up where he was from a mixed combination of happenstance and hard work.
"Wait, when you said you got a bank loan, did you lie?" I asked, suddenly.
Forest shook his head. "Kind of, not really. I had some of the money, it was from that, but I had used a good portion of it to live off of when I was figuring out my shit, and then that Noah thing, you know." He said, glumly.
"Wow, I wouldn't have ever guessed any of that happened to you. The thing we learn about people, especially when we judge them by what they look like." I said with a laugh.
Forest gave me an eyebrow raised, raising the sleeves of his hoodie to show off his tattoo sleeves as if to emphasize what he was about to say. "What, you judged me by what I look like cause I have tattoos all over my body and sag?" He asked in a serious way.
I shook my head, unable to grasp in the moment if he was being serious or kidding, something that happened between us very often. I was beginning to think it was more the latter every time.
"We both know I didn't because it's one of the many things that made me think you were a hot ass dude," I said, before I crossed my arms that were resting on the table in front of us. "Plus, I'm a teacher. I'm essentially not allowed to judge from covers, you have no idea when I get kids literally like your nephew, sweet kids whose only wrongdoings were being too distracted in class, with hot ass mechanics for uncles. That kind of thing is much more common than you think." I said with a dramatic flair as I picked my cup up, sipping on my straw.
Forest shook his head as he laughed, and I felt his leg under the table rub against mine. "I guess you're right." He said, acting as if he was about to continue talking until we both noticed our waitress coming with our food.
Once we had the food in front of us, we went from chatting and engaging, to completely entranced in our own food. And I hate to admit it, but Forest really knew how to pick places to eat, and I would realize, would continue to do so.
Finally, with empty plates, we were quick to want to leave, our moods good and chatting with each other as we left and made our way back to Forest's house, where we were finally sitting in the red Bronco, both realizing we had to say goodbye and neither of us really wanted to.
"I appreciate your invite. To Friday Night Magic, to your apartment. For paying for breakfast." I said happily.
Forest quickly shook his head as if to stop me, dramatically reaching his hand over to my thigh, slapping it on my thigh dramatically in a way I found oddly cute. "Anytime, bro. Anytime," He said at first, almost in a casual, friendly kind of way, before I felt his hand give my thigh the same, firm yet oddly gentle, squeeze that I had felt from him before. "I...I appreciate you staying with me, Emmett. Seriously, it means the fucking world." He said, his voice struggling to not break towards the end.
I undid my seatbelt with one swift motion, moving across the Broncos front seat to Forest's side, wrapping my arms around him in an instant. He gladly took the embrace, his arms wrapping around me tightly as we held each other.
I didn't feel like I needed to say anything, and I knew that Forest wanted nothing more than just to be held in that moment.
We stayed like this for a little bit, before Forest finally pulled away, giving me a borderline sad look before he spoke again. "Will I see you again?"
I pondered the question for a second, before I finally responded. "As long as you want to see me, of course." I responded back.
This was the wrong response, causing Forest to cross his arms in a stubborn way. "Why did you respond like that? What does that even mean?" He asked back, his tone sounding offended.
I swallowed, nervousness filling my body as I realized that my response had triggered something in the other man. "I didn't mean it to come off that way, I'm sorry," I began, Forest's body language didn't even budge at this. "Look, I just...have been handling this in a way that won't end up with me hurt." I explained.
Forest raised an eyebrow in that disbelieving manner that he usually did, but this time I definitely could feel how genuine this one was. "Oh yeah? And how might that be, and I don't know, did you ever consider the fact that there's someone else on the other side?" He asked, his tone gruff and bothered.
I sighed this time, putting my hand to my face. This whole thing felt like it was quickly falling apart and I was losing what little control I had in the situation, and it made me start feeling panicked. "Look, I'm sorry. I was just trying to keep myself safe in case you led me on and told me you were a straight guy and didn't actually like dudes. It's happened to me enough times that I'm wary of it." I explained.
Forest let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. "Wow, Emmett. I bore my fucking soul and heart to you, told you about Noah, told you that I have been struggling and grasping with the fact that I actually might like men sexually, and you're still handling this whole situation like I'm some confused straight guy?" He asked with another shake of his head, his face was an almost sneer at this point from his anger. "That's fucked, dude. I cannot believe it," He said, moving his hands to his seat belt.
"What are you doing?" I asked suddenly.
"Getting the fuck out of this car. I suggest you do the same." He said, abruptly, quickly undoing his seatbelt and getting out of his Bronco in a rush.
I immediately responded, moving across to the passenger and getting out myself, walking around the Bronco to Forest, reaching out for him. When my fingers grazed his shoulder, he turned his body, pushing my hands away with his own.
"Don't! You fucking dare, dude," He buzzcut man said, his voice was a quick, commanding sound that cut through the silence of the autumn morning. He pointed at me. "You've done enough already. Just...fucking leave." He said, turning on his heels and walking around the front of the house to the other side where his stairwell into his mother-in-law's basement was.
"Forest, please, wait." I shouted to him, getting absolutely no response verbally and physically as he continued walking to his stairwell.
I let out a disappointed sigh as I looked around, my eyes drifting to one of the windows of the second story of the home.
In the window was Meyers, who had been watching the whole scene unfold before his eyes.
The embarrassment of that fact quickly filled me, my face warming and my body beginning to feel shaky as I quickly turned around, walking back to my car which I got into and drove off in a rush, unbothered to look back.