A new Beginning - Chapter Two
This is a story involving male to male relations. If reading stories like this is something you don't want to be doing, or it is illegal where you are, I'd suggest you leave. If not, then read on.
This story is mainly fantasy. The main character is me!
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<A New Beginning - Chapter 2>
The next couple of weeks flew by. We went out that night and checked out a few bars in the area and the next night we went to the Casino. Wow! What a place. Rather opulent to say the least. I gambled more money than I should have, but thankfully I think I ended up about the same coming out as I went in. Beginners luck I suppose. Having Trevor's company was a help as he distracted me whenever my mind got the better of me, and he seemed to really have a knack for knowing too.
Days we spend bumming around on the beach and I learnt to rollerblade properly. I had a set at home that I'd has for ages, but I bought another pair that fitted me properly with Trevor's help and then took to the streets. While Trevor was at work I was exploring the esplanade and a little into the hinterland. One the weekend we went out to a couple of the touristy places like Waterworld and Disney on the Gold Coast which weren't bad. One day I took myself up to the aquarium a little north and really enjoyed it. I'd been there something like 15 years before and it bought back some good memories.
Nights we spent either out partying or at home, but I made sure that I didn't impinge on Trevor too much. I caught up with him every day in some form or other and we probably went out drinking every couple of nights. Nothing stupid, but it was great to just kick back and forget.
During all this Trevor and I became firm friends. I found that he was the type of person that you could trust to the deepest degree and that to him friends were the most important assets in the world. He also chose his friends carefully as he'd been hurt by people in the past and wasn't going to let that happen again. He was, however, the type who would stand by a friend to the very last, and I'm proud to say that during those first weeks I came to be regarded as a friend by him.
During those first weeks I also came to accept the loss of my wife. My life had come to a crossroads and I'd survived it relatively intact. My life was now something of a clean slate and I could do with it as I pleased. I contacted family at home and let them know how things were going, asking them to contact my clients and let them know I'd be away for at least a few more weeks.
Thankfully, I'd negotiated a cheaper rate at the hotel, as I'd be staying a couple of weeks so I wasn't pouring all my money into just the accommodation. I decided to stay on at the Gold Coast for a while longer rather than moving on further up North, but I decided to find somewhere a little cheaper to stay. I'd been scoping out a few of the backpacker style places with an eye to staying there, but when I mentioned this to Trevor he told me he'd be more than happy for me to stay in the spare room at his place if I wanted, with the added benefit that I could use the gym whenever I wanted. I thought about it and agreed but only on the proviso that I could pay rent for the room so that I wouldn't be a burden on him. He agreed and an amount was set that was similar to what I'd be paying at the backpacker place. It'd help him out with the food and leave him with some extra, and it wouldn't eat too much into the money I had or the pension I was receiving.
Having sorted all that out I moved into his spare bedroom for the remainder of the time I was on the Gold Coast. It really shows what a nice guy he was that he'd let out his spare room to someone what was a complete stranger two weeks before, then again I suppose him helping me on the beach showed that far more obviously. So I moved my stuff from the hotel room and "made myself at home" as he requested.
Throughout the last couple of weeks I'd come to admire Trevor's body more and more. He had the body I've always wanted, but my physique is not the classic V torso and slim hips. I know that if I worked out properly I could be a hell of a body builder as I really can build muscle, but I'll never have the proper slim waist and broad shoulders. Trevor had the classic physique though and moved with a confidence that came from knowing his appearance turned heads and that he didn't need to do anything to improve it.
With us working out nearly every day since I'd arrived, and me getting some eating advice from Trevor, as well as the exercise associated with rollerblading and walking a lot more than usual, I was starting to lose the extra flab around the gut. You could now see the start of some defninition appearing around the abdominals. The rest of me was fine, so my confidence started to increase as I felt I looked better. This had become very important to me since my wife died. I suppose it was basically that I was back to needing to attract a mate. Basic animal need or something like that. Unfortunately I could never look like Trevor though. He had it all going for him. Jealousy is a terrible thing.
The first morning was somewhat different for me as I woke up for the first time in Trevor's house, taking me a few minutes to work out that I wasn't in the Hotel and get back to equilibrium. We started the day with the workout (we actually ended up starting every day that way.... wakes you up and gets you going for the day) and then showered and headed off for work/sightseeing/whatever. Eric had the first shower and then wandered out to tell me that it was free for me to use. He was drying his hair at the time and didn't have a stitch of clothing on. This was a bit of a shock to me as the only other person I'd seen naked in years was my wife or the pictures on my computer. Let me tell you.... seeing it in the flesh is much better than the pictures. I think that was when I finally realised that I was now totally free and was no longer tied to a heterosexual relationship. Bit of a stunner that realisation was. The thought had honestly not occurred to me that my fantasies could possibly happen, basically because I was married.... but that limitation no longer applied. Looking at Trevor my cock definitely twitched and that hadn't happened since the car accident. It was just like that bit of my anatomy had switched itself off, then again with my wife gone there was no reason to be "switched on".
So here I was confronted by a fantasy picture of a blonde hunk with golden chest hair and rippling abdominals. I sat transfixed for a few moments, the image imprinting itself in my memory. This was the first time I'd seen him naked, and I'd never really even thought about him that way before. He was HOT! He wasn't hung like a horse, but there was certainly ample there, but then again as he was limp there's no real telling what he would be like with a hardon. His thin waist only served to emphasise the power of his thighs and the heft of his pecs and lats. My cock was embarrassingly stiff within seconds as I drank an eyeful of my first real naked man. Speedos on a beach may not cover much but seeing a man without them is certainly an eye-opener. Seeing me staring he dropped the towel to cover himself with a mumbled apology.
"Sorry! I'm so used to living alone that I didn't think of it."
"That's OK" was my reply "I just wasn't expecting it. I don't have a problem with it at all, I just wasn't expecting it " Oh God, I'm repeating myself.
"This is your place. Don't change a thing because I'm here. After all, it isn't anything that I haven't seen before when I look in the mirror" I continued with an "I wish" under my breath to myself.
"Cool! As long as you don't mind," he said as he wandered over to look out through the glass sliding door before stepping out onto the balcony. "The thing I love about this place is that you can do whatever you want and no-one can see you, even stand naked out here on the balcony and look at the world go by without them knowing you aren't wearing anything. It's invigorating"
I heading out onto the balcony with him, stopping for a moment to look at the view of him standing there looking out at the hinterland. He had such a quiet self-assurance and made him look even hotter. We then stood looking out at the hinterland for a while, revelling for a while in the cool morning air, before I headed inside to take my shower.
As I headed inside he turned to watch me (although I didn't see this as I was heading for the bathroom), dropping his towel to cover himself as he watched me go. He enjoyed the sight of me walking away wearing just the pair of shorts that I'd used for the morning workout. Although I didn't know it at the time he had designs on me, designs that I could quite possibly rather enjoy. He'd seen my reaction to him when he came out of the bathroom, in fact he was watching for just that reaction, particularly the telltale filling of my shorts. By the time I disappeared into the bathroom Trevor's towel covered quite a growth, and he had a satisfied grin on his face. He'd got the reaction he wanted from me, the table was now open and he had to play just the right cards. I really didn't have a chance.
Well, there's installment number two. Sorry it is fairly short, but I'd rather get one out while I'm feeling well in case I get sick again and don't get a chance to write. I hope people like it. Thanks to everyone who's given me feedback on the story, it's great to know you're enjoying it.
As I said at the top, please let me (Paul) know at yvonneva@hotmail.com. This is my first go at writing, so I need feedback of any sort.