Massive Dose - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 2 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!
Daniel Doukas plopped his six-foot muscular frame on his oversized couch that was barely used.
He placed the beers down on his coffee table (using coasters of course) sitting at the far end of the sofa then scooted away from the edge - closer to where he hoped Tyler would sit.
He looked around the vast living area filled with streaming sunlight and smiled, patiently waiting for the sexy, stinky man to join him for another beer, delighted by the turn of events the afternoon had taken.
It wasn't what he had planned for his open afternoon, the one he was originally looking forward to spending alone. He was delighted for the unlikely company and had plenty of time to spend exploring what he couldn't get enough of last night on his own later. Tyler no doubt had plans and would head off after he finished his second IPA.
The thought of the friendly hang-out turning into more crossed Daniel's mind briefly before he shoved the thought away. A guy like Tyler wouldn't be interested in someone like himself, besides he was far too polite to initiate anything with his favorite delivery man.
The half-English half-Greek man had always thought Tyler was attractive since the first time using the gay owned and operated delivery service last fall. Something about his carefree confidence and the charming way he delivered his depth of knowledge to the novice psychedelic drug user gave Daniel comfort as he explored an alternative option to help with his severe anxiety.
The second time he used Greens for Gays, the butch androgynous delivery person was nice but transactional and Daniel contemplated requesting Tyler for his next delivery, not to flirt, but to discuss the positive results of Tyler's recommendation. He didn't, though. He was far too concerned with other people's opinions of him and didn't want to give off the wrong impression.
For as different as their upbringings were in terms of geography and class, there was a similarity in religious conservativism. Daniel had never escaped his fear of rejection, even after coming out to his tolerating, not accepting, parents. He was raised with obedience as a core value and even at thirty-three with all he had going for him, he only focused on how to better himself - striving for absolute perfection - all to please those who relied on him. He was too dutiful a son to ever stray from his parent's expectations of him - too weak to stray from societal pressures for what was acceptable even among his long-time friends and colleagues.
Daniel did everything he could to ignore his wandering imagination. Especially the naughty thoughts that excited him in a way nothing else did.
Perhaps if he was honest with himself and his doctor, it would help relieve the pressure inside. Perhaps he would learn there are ways to live authentically, find a way to balance his double life and realize nothing that he kept secret was actually quite mild compared to others.
The microdosing was doing wonders for his anxiety, not to mention his confidence and creativity, more than any pill his psychiatrist had prescribed. When he requested his third delivery he was delighted to see the handsome, charismatic hipster at the door, excited to tell him how great the gummies had been working for him. He didn't dare admit to anyone in his life the reason for the noticeable change but with Tyler, he could confide and give praise.
Mushrooms, while combating so many of his irrational thoughts, didn't fix everything in Daniel's exhaustedly tortured mind. As successful as he was and as confident as he presented himself, he was deeply insecure. Inner demons plagued his being since the day he realized he didn't have the same interests as other boys in middle school. The voice of his demons got louder after he finally came out, and he listened knowing being gay wasn't where his shame lay but the filthy sexual desires that were considered disgusting and raunchy to so many within his community.
It wasn't that he didn't date, quite the opposite - he was constantly being sought after and set up with guys who were perfect for him according to everyone else. He would date the handsome, successful, bland men in his social circles, even sleep with some of them from time to time, but none ever excited him mentally and certainly never satisfied him physically.
He had an itch that could only be scratched on those rare nights he gave in to his desires in absolute secrecy.
The truth was what he lusted after was barely a second thought to so many others and was fairly mild compared to more extreme interests in the world of kink. His urges were quite common and shared among many more men than Daniel could imagine even with men of the same status, but it was never discussed - clean-cut images were too important to keep intact.
He couldn't admit any of this out loud to anyone, he was far too embarrassed, ashamed, and terrified of rejection.
That's why Daniel enjoyed Tyler so much. He was drawn to the way Tyler seemed to live his life in a way that didn't consider what people would think or say. It wasn't a crush, it was envy. At least that's what he convinced himself not realizing it was most definitely both the morning he woke up after a wild, steamy dream featuring the scruffy hipster that had him waking up in sticky wet sheets.
Daniel had only ever seen Tyler bundled up in a thick jacket to combat the cold fall, icey winter, and frigid early spring winds off the Hudson River while biking to make deliveries along the gusty westside development. He was more than pleased when he opened the door to see Tyler in a low-hanging, loose tank top that showed off much more than he had seen before to his pleasant surprise - Tyler was even hotter and more toned than his mind had assumed.
Even though he took the usual microdose that gave him the deserved confidence he lacked by nature, he still felt intimidated by the stud who lived so freely and authentically. The one that you could tell wasn't wrapped up in other people's opinions of him and looked like he floated through life. Daniel even felt jealous when he noticed the sparkly black nail polish on Tyler's wide nail beds. It was inexplicably sexy on Tyler and made Daniel remember that one time a friend painted his nails for a night out in Fire Island. The polish he loved but promptly picked off while at the house party out of fear he would be perceived as too feminine.
The way Tyler seemed to move through life was a turn-on for Daniel, and as much as he wanted to flirt, his propriety and belief that someone as cool and hip as Tyler would never be into an uptight, boring guy like himself. It was not possible so he kept his banter strictly friendly.
But maybe, maybe, if he knew Daniel's secrets... no. Daniel could never...would never... expose himself like that.
Ever.
The kindness he offered to Tyler wasn't for any other reason than that was his generous nature. He was appreciative and wanted to show it.
The shaggy-haired stoner was a refreshing change from his group of friends and the network of people he socialized with - the ones he miraculously didn't have any plans with that day.
Daniel completed his standing Saturday morning spin class and post-workout protein smoothie with his best friend, Charlize. It used to be a boozy brunch but ever since she got engaged to an investment banker with an Ivy League degree who also came from generational wealth, she was far too busy with wedding planning to spend time with him if it didn't involve seating charts or getting into the best shape of her life.
Daniel let out a sigh and anxiously took a sip of beer, wishing it was something stronger while letting his mind linger on the man who was currently relieving himself just a few feet away.
He smiled to himself knowing his assumption was right - Tyler had lots of colorful ink permanently marking his skin. His mind conjured up the image of the mostly tight, toned chest with a patch of dark sandy brown hair between his pecs that grew sparse as it spread towards his neck and round shoulders.
Daniel's dick twitched as he wondered how far the hair trailed down his tight torso. This led to curiosity about what was below his belt filling out his jeans that were full of holes and practically threadbare at the crotch. Then he remembered the thick, damp hairs under Tyler's arms and how strong, sharp, and intoxicating his natural scent was. He was hungry for another sniff and subconsciously moved closer to the center of the plush sofa as he adjusted the tent in his skimpy shorts.
Another deep breath and calming, reassuring thoughts helped to slow Daniel's rapidly thumping chest. He was only worked up because of last night and the orgasm that never came. He would take care of that later, alone. There was no way anything would happen with Tyler, nor did he want it to.
He knew he shouldn't make a move, it would be inappropriate, but another sly harmless sniff of Tyler's natural odor...
"Hey Danny," Tyler called, startling Daniel from his daydream.
"Everything ok?" he asked, surprised by how briefly indisposed his guest was.
"Yeah, just wondering if you were thirsty?" Tyler asked with a sly smile from the cracked bathroom door.
"I've got the beers here" Daniel replied as he stood up, confused.
He wasn't sure what Tyler could be referring to at first but suddenly he knew.
His face flushed bright red and his heart pounded in his chest as a lump formed in his drying throat. He didn't even need to see the evidence carelessly left behind - the shame carelessly left in the guest bathroom. He knew what Tyler had found and was slowly bringing it into Daniel's view as he opened the door wider, lifting the finger his secret hung from with a suggestive look on his face.
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