Massive Dose - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 1 of this ongoing story.
This series is fiction. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
The sun illuminated the pale skin on Tyler's toned arms as he navigated the bustling city streets on the first real spring day after a seemingly endless winter.
It wasn't quite warm enough for the tank top he chose to wear but with the sun, his heavy backpack, and his strong thighs rapidly pumping the petals on his bike, he still managed to work up a sweat by the time he arrived at his destination.
Naturally lean, almost scrawny, Tyler had been working hard to build the muscles starting to form on his upper body, rounding out his shoulders, broadening his chest, and swelling his biceps to match the visible strength in his thick thighs and plump, perky rear from his years of biking. He, like most gay men on this beautiful and long-awaited day, was eager to show some skin, maybe even get a bit of color on his fair skin.
He locked his bike and made his way through the lobby of the fancy high-rise building in Hudson Yards.
"I'm going to 16H," he smiled at the stern-looking uniformed man who skeptically eyed him up and down from behind the massive marble desk.
"Deliveries need to go through the service entrance," the pretentious concierge said, quick to dismiss the hipster in front of him.
"Oh, good to know. But I'm a guest," Tyler said with a big cocky smile, "a guest of Daniel, Daniel Doukas."
"Your name?" he sighed, reluctant to believe anyone in this building would have someone as scruffy as Tyler as a guest.
"Tyler."
Tyler was used to the snide comments and upturned noses in buildings like this one.
He was quite striking, downright hot, drawing the attention of both men and women. But to prim and proper people like the man behind the desk who couldn't see past his appearance - tattoos, piercings, distressed jeans that hung low on his hips under the cropped hem of his loose tanktop, lack of deodorant, heavy chain around his neck, grown out mullet, chipped nail polish, scruffy beard, and beat up sneakers - he was nothing more than a punk.
What they didn't know - some might have assumed because it's always the skinny ones or because he gave off that kind of energy - Tyler had a massive cock. Perhaps that was the reason rude judgment never got to him.
He certainly didn't fit in with the likes of those who lived in this expensive address, nor did he care to. He much preferred the grit of his fifth-floor walk-up Bushwick apartment and the quirky individuals and hipsters that resided in his neighborhood. He too was quite an individual and looked like the typical Brooklyn-ite.
His appearance represented everything about him - gender queer, struggling photographer who smoked a lot of weed and enjoyed tripping on acid and mushrooms, loved beer, vintage clothes, working out, and raunchy sex.
It wasn't surprising that he did the job he did to afford the expensive city life as his career took off if it ever did. But he was pretty carefree about most things, was making good money while having a flexible schedule, and relished in his unique style and interests after escaping his conservative midwestern home the day he graduated high school, leaving it all behind to be free and follow his dreams.
Tyler found his tribe, his community, his chosen family in his group of like-minded friends who never raised an eyebrow at his lifestyle and interests or wrinkled their noses when they'd smell his ripe armpits or spent days edging. They loved him for who he was without judgment. They saw how charismatic he was and never shamed his tales of frequent, wild sexual encounters.
While waiting for the elevator, Tyler caught his reflection in the mirrored doors and smiled at the signs of UV rays that had lightly kissed his exposed skin. He ran his fingers through his shaggy loose curls of sandy brown hair that had been matted down by sweat under his helmet, fluffing up and pushing back his locks out of his deep blue eyes.
He gave himself a once over and flexed his chest and arms, proud of their development. He was average height, five foot nine, and always felt he had a boyish appearance, even with his thick beard that enhanced his high cheekbones and square jaw. With his newly broadened chest and swollen biceps, he was starting to look like a man even if he still felt like a teenager even at twenty-nine.
In the elevator ride up to the top floor his dick twitched, maybe because he was insatiably horny, especially seeing all the exposed skin walking around on the sunny streets, maybe thinking about the customer who would be greeting him at the door.
Daniel Doukas was the polar opposite of Tyler in so many ways. Although Tyler was only four years younger than Daniel, he saw the Hudson Yards customer as a full-grown adult with important responsibilities and had a dishwasher.
Handsome in a classic old Hollywood way and high six-figure salary, Daniel was quite the eligible bachelor amongst the Manhattan gays. Everything about the man said he was wound tight - his immaculate minimalist apartment, his sculpted body that required disciplined eating and seven days of grueling, dedicated workouts, every one of his thick dark hairs perfectly in place, slicked back and always looked freshly cut, his clean-shaven square jaw, unblemished Mediterranean skin, his perfectly tailored clothes.
Normally guys like Daniel did nothing for Tyler, they were nice to look at but were so dull, so vanilla, and typically shallow and stuck up. What separated Daniel from others that may fit his description on paper was his warmth.
Tyler delivered to so many other uptight, attractive, well-off men and women who barely gave him the time of day. Those toxic gays and lesbians who created a hierarchy based on status, looks, and career, seeing themselves as superior among their own community. To them, he was nothing more than a dirtbag stoner who delivered their drugs, but to Daniel, Tyler was the expert, and his service was always appreciated, both verbally and with the generous tip that was given.
Daniel's friendly kind nature allowed Tyler to see past all of the societal pressures the put-together man fell victim to and see him as another gay dude who also happened to be a stud. It was obvious by the innocence in his intense green eyes he didn't know how good-looking he was.
Tyler knocked on the large white door to apartment 16H, relieved it was his last stop after a busy day. He wasn't mad he was assigned westside Manhattan deliveries exactly, he had even traded with a buddy other times when he saw the address that he was standing at but it was such a beautiful day. He wanted to get back to Brooklyn and enjoy the sun.
"Hey! Tyler, I was hoping it would be you!" Daniel said, swinging the door open wide, flashing his straight white teeth in a killer smile.
"Hu..." Tyler's mouth hung open, seeing his customer for the first time in nothing but a pair of short gym shorts and a snug tanktop that hung low on his defined chest covered in neatly trimmed curly black hair. Daniel's usual deliveries were scheduled in advance during the week after work and was consistently in a crisp white button-down and suit pants. It never occurred to Tyler the man might be more casual on a sunny, warm Saturday. Nor that he would look even more handsome with his thick hair tousled and two days' worth of dark stubble. Daniel looked younger than usual, sexier too. He knew his customer had a great body but seeing so much of it made him feel scrawny in comparison and turned on in a way he never thought about. "Hey Danny," Tyler quickly recovered with a smile as he walked into the spacious apartment.
Daniel cringed whenever someone referred to him by the shortened version of his name, always quick to correct them, but for some reason, he found it endearing when Tyler called him his hated nickname. They had only met four or five times over the colder months but there was something charming, free, and confident about the younger man that Daniel admired. He enjoyed his energy.
Seeing his customer in casual, skimpy clothes and much more at ease than usual made him glad he didn't trade his delivery route when he left his apartment that morning.
Tyler walked over to the the long mahogany dining table where he had spread the merchandise out before and took a moment to look out the vast floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the far side of the open-concept living and dining space. The views from Daniel's apartment always caught Tyler's attention, even on the gray wet days of winter, but today they were spectacular.
"Busy day today?" Daniel asked, calling the younger man back to reality.
"Oh yeah, been back to back all morning," Tyler said turning to the handsome man before slipping off his heavy backpack, catching a strong whiff of his sweaty ripeness as he did, "Sorry," he laughed lifting his arm, taking another sniff, catching Daniel's sparkling green eyes staring at the damp thatch of thick sandy hair, "It's warm out there today."
Tyler was a pig and it turned him on to show pride in his sexual proclivities, especially in front of those who obviously had very tame interests. In that moment he wondered if there was an equivalent term to exhibitionist when it referred to scents.
"I don't mind," Daniel said softly but turned away just as their eyes met. "Umm, do you want some water, or maybe a beer?" he asked, turning back and holding up his almost full can, "I just opened one myself."
The last thing Tyler wanted was something to drink. He must have chugged two liters of water since his last piss and his bladder was painfully full but he couldn't refuse the kind gesture - a beer sounded too good to resist on the sunny afternoon. Tyler always tried to keep his interactions brief and professional but at the end of the day, he delivered weed and psychedelics, a beer wouldn't be completely out of line.
"Actually sure, a beer sounds awesome."
"Here you go," Daniel said, handing him a cold can of IPA Tyler had never heard of, "Cheers."
They clinked their cans and made eye contact, holding it briefly before Daniel's cheeks started to flush and he brought his can to his plump pink lips. Tyler mirrored his actions and took a swig of the cold, frothy liquid.
"Wow, that's pretty good," he said and took another slurp which turned into a gulp, his usual habit for tossing back the cheap swill he kept at home. It was his turn to blush when he caught Daniel staring. He was still on the clock and didn't want his actions to reflect poorly on his best friend's company.
Sure he liked to intimidate those that looked down on him by being so brazenly crass at times but he liked Daniel and didn't want to jeopardize the chance for another delivery.
"So, Danny, same as usual?" Tyler said, placing his can down on a coaster that seemed to appear out of nowhere and unzipping his case.
"Umm, yeah, that'd be great," Daniel smiled with relief and hope that his staring hadn't been noticed because it was lust in his eyes, not disgust as he watched the beer drip from the scruffy beard and down his neck. "Unless something else you'd recommend."
It was the perfect opening to something deviant but both men missed the opportunity to make the innocent words a sly innuendo. Neither was quite certain what was going on but there was a swirl of tension building between them. Tyler had no idea how grateful Daniel was to be wearing shorts with a compression liner as his cock sprang to life. They both appreciated the break in confused sexual tension as their conversation went back to the reason Tyler was there in the first place.
After a brief discussion, pricing, and a few answered questions, Daniel settled on his usual mushroom gummies for microdosing and a pack of chocolates at Tyler's suggestion for an extra fun night out.
"That'll be $500."
"Great, let me grab it," Daniel smiled and headed down the hallway to what Tyler assumed was his bedroom.
Tyler zipped his pack and finished the rest of his beer just when Daniel returned, handing him six crisp hundreds.
"5 plus one for you," Daniel smiled sheepishly, not sure why he felt the impulse to confirm the extra was a gratuity.
"Thanks," Tyler smiled, it was definitely more tip than was customary for most, no one ever tipped twenty percent for drug delivery, except Daniel. This time felt different though, and his usual order was never more than two hundred. Tyler felt almost guilty for taking the generous offering but he knew better than to refuse.
"Do you want another beer?" Daniel asked as he picked up the empty can of Tyler had polished off.
Tyler knew he shouldn't take advantage of his client's polite offering but Daniel was his last delivery and his only plan for the afternoon was to smoke the rest of his blunt and swing by a cruisy bathroom in the park near his apartment. The warm day would most certainly provide other frisky guys to play with in public, hopefully ending by exploding his pent-up load from four days of edging deep inside a warm mouth or tight hole.
"Sure, if you don't mind," he said, the words surprised him, but the truth was he didn't want to leave just yet, even though he'd had a dripping semi since he woke up.
"Not at all!" Daniel smiled more excitedly than he intended and tipped his own can back to finish off what was left before turning toward the fridge and bending over to retrieve the new cans, "Did you like that one or I have others?"
Tyler barely heard the question as his eyes focused on the thick, round muscles straining the mesh shorts that had pulled down slightly giving him a delicious peak at the deep hairy crack down the center.
As Daniel reached for the beers at the back of the shelf, his shirt rode up as well. An image of Tyler's thumbs pressing into the dimples on either side of his lower spine just above the fat hairy ass while his fat shaft pumped in and out of the furry trench flooded his brain. His cock jumped and the involuntary reaction in his groin reminded him of how desperately he needed to piss.
"Whatever you're having," Tyler said, "But umm..."
"What's up?" Daniel asked, turning around holding two unopened cans in one of his large hands as he stood up.
Tyler hesitated, the one rule Greens for Gays had for their delivery people was to never ask to use the customer's bathroom. It happened early on at the wrong delivery and the uppity customer had a lot to say about the violation of their privacy. He knew he shouldn't but fuck it, he was going to burst and didn't want to leave just yet. Daniel was friendly and smart - he'd have to know two beers might lead to the use of his toilet.
"Sorry, Mind if I take a leak?"
"Oh, sure, right there," Daniel said with a smile and pointed to the door just off the living room.
"Thanks!" Tyler said with relief, not noticing the lusty, hungry look in Daniel's eyes.
"No worries, man. I'll bring these to the couch."
Tyler beelined it for the door as Daniel walked over to his sofa with the full cans of beer.
Once inside, Tyler's eyes darted around the pristine bathroom that was almost the size of his own bedroom. He desperately stepped up to the porcelain bowl while his hands fumbled with his belt to free his leaking dick when something caught his eye.
What he saw distracted his urgency, briefly subsiding the pressure with curiosity as blood rushed between his legs. Danny was suddenly a whole lot more interesting to Tyler in a way he would have never guessed.
After a quick yet tense debate with himself, Tyler couldn't stop himself from letting his customer know he learned something they had in common.
"Hey Danny," he said, opening the door with a sly grin.
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