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"So," Ryan started...
"Yeah, so..." I said. He just looked at me, obviously unsure about what to say next. "Ok - look - this is crazy. There's no reason for this..." I motioned between us with my hands "this tension. No reason."
We were interrupted by the waitress taking our drink orders and asking if we were ready to order food.
"I am," I said. "Are you?" Ryan nodded and we both ordered steaks. I got a filet, he got a ribeye.
"Let's change the subject," Ryan said.
"Ok." I agreed. Probably for the best.
"Your audition today was... wow... incredible," Ryan said, smiling.
I smiled. "Thanks. It felt really good. I was so pumped and ready for it that... what? What's that grin for?" Ryan was distracting me with this funny look on his face.
"Marc, no other audition even came close to yours. Dr. Sumner was really impressed." I smiled. "No seriously," he continued. "Do you know how GOOD you are?"
"Dude - I think I do. I mean, I know I'm good or I wouldn't have gotten this far, but - you know how it is. This is cut-throat and there's always someone a little better out there, y'know?"
"No, Marc... I'm telling you, there isn't. I've heard almost every guy in the music program sing. All the auditions today were great... most of the guys were singing at like an 8 or 9 on a scale of 1 to 10. Yours? Your audition was off the charts - a 20! It was amazing. You have so little to do to be ready for the performance, that..."
"Are you saying I got the part?" I interrupted him.
"Well, fuck... it's not my place to tell you, but - yeah - there's no one who could do it better. But don't tell anyone that you know, ok? Dr. Sumner would kill me."
"I won't, I won't. When's it going to be posted?" I asked.
"He'll announce it at rehearsal Thursday afternoon, but it's a done deal. Congrats, man!" Ryan put his hand across the table and we shook hands.
"Thanks," I said. "And thanks for telling me."
"My pleasure," Ryan replied.
We talked more about music and training and where we thought our talents could take us. Ryan was surprised that I wasn't considering a full-time career in performing, but I explained that the money just isn't where I want to be and he totally understood. When I told him that Dr. Benet had been my vocal coach since high school he said it made perfect sense.
"What does?" I asked.
"Your Italian," he answered. "She's a bulldog on that stuff."
I laughed. "Oh yeah she is. She kicked my ass for the first year getting me to learn and pronounce all those words." He laughed with me.
The waitress brought our salads and we started eating - allowing the conversation to lag for a bit.
I started again. "So... last weekend..."
"I said I was sorry," he cut me off.
"Whoa, dude... chill. Ok?" He nodded and shrugged. "Look - I can't stop thinking about it," I said. I looked around and lowered my voice. I didn't want the people around us to hear me, but it's pretty loud in that restaurant anyway. "I know I freaked out a little, but I was kinda' drunk," I said.
He chuckled. "I didn't know it at the time, but - yeah - you were a little drunk."
"But, man," I continued "your tongue on my ass was so fuckin' hot. Again, I can't stop thinking about it."
Ryan put his fork down and wiped his mouth. "What are you trying to tell me?" Ryan asked.
It was a legitimate question, and one I hadn't thought through. "I don't know," I said. "There were two people involved - you and me - who else can I talk to about this?" I asked.
Ryan smiled and started eating again. "So, you liked it, huh?" he said with a smirk.
Goddamn, I was feeling horny now. "Yeah," I whispered. Now I was the one being sheepish, but feeling bold at the same time. "I've jacked-off thinking about it."
He laughed out loud at that... had to take a drink of his water to keep from choking and that made me start laughing too. It totally eased the tension between us... and I felt better for getting that out of my head.
Ryan looked directly at me - locking my eyes with his... "So you want to do it again?" he asked. "For REAL, this time?"
"No!" I said, stronger and louder than I intended. "Sorry... umm - yeah - maybe," I answered trying to recover. "I don't know..." I stuffed a big bite of lettuce into my mouth so I wouldn't have to keep talking.
Ryan kept eating, but looked at me with a wicked look in his eyes and started talking. "Marc... you're hot, there's no doubt about it. You're a gay boy's wet dream..." (he paused) "scratch that - I'll just put it all out there, you're MY wet dream," he said, then took a breath. "I'd love to lick you all over - head to toe and every crevasse in between... then, I'd want you to fuck me hard - pumping your hot dick in and out of my mouth and ass until you filled me up and I'd used all your energy and you were totally spent."
He took a drink of his water and I noticed that he was breathing hard... his hand shaking holding the glass. He was nervous about what he'd just proclaimed and had to force the water down his throat in gulps. He put his glass down on the table and looked at me.
"So, there... I said it," he said, and he went back to eating his salad.
I smiled at him.
"I'd never given it much thought that a guy would be that hot for ME," I told him. "I was always chasing women and - yeah - I size guys up, but that's for a wrestling advantage, not to see how good a fuck they'll be. But here I am, sitting across from a self-proclaimed gay guy... something that had always - well, basically pissed me off - and we're having a conversation about sex."
He smiled at me, obviously glad that I wasn't jumping across the table to pound the shit out of him.
"You're a nice guy, Ryan... and a good-looking guy," I said, causing his smile to get bigger and bringing a flush to his face. "I wouldn't even know HOW to do this. I mean, yeah - I'm a guy - and a horny mother fucker at that. I wouldn't even know... I don't know how this would even work for me."
Ryan laughed at my inability to complete a thought. "I didn't tell you all that so that you'd jump in the sack with me," he said, "but you said you liked it and you said you've been thinking about it and, honestly, having my tongue up your ass was... well... awesome for me, too."
The waitress interrupted our conversation by bringing the steaks to the table. I looked at her face and immediately knew she'd heard Ryan's comment about his tongue and my ass and started laughing. Ryan thought I was going crazy until she walked away.
"She heard what you said," I said. Then he started laughing and we both laughed until tears were falling. Once we caught our breath it was clear that we'd both relaxed.
"You said you're not dating anyone, right?" I asked him.
"No. It's been about a year," he answered. "I just haven't found anyone I like enough. How about you?"
"Nah. Girls are so fucking clingy... and I have a lot of shit going on right now... as you know," I said.
"Why do you ask?" Ryan asked me.
------ "Everything ok here? How are the steaks?" the waitress asked, interrupting our conversation yet again.
I looked right at her. "Katie, right?"
------ "That's right," she answered smiling and flirting, impressed that I'd remembered her name.
"Katie - do me a favor... give us two more glasses of water and then give us about 20 minutes before you come back, ok? I'll leave you a great tip if you'll do that. Cool?"
"Umm... uhhh... sure," Katie said, stuttering, taken by surprise and walking away to get our water.
Ryan busted out laughing.
"Well, holy fuck," I said looking at him. "Just when we start talking we keep getting interrupted."
"I'm going to have to come to one of your wrestling matches," Ryan said. "I'll bet you beat the shit out of them."
"I'm 12th in the State, dude. On my way to number 1," I replied.
------ "Here's your water, guys. I'm sorry about that," Katie said.
"Katie," I started. "I'm sorry. My friend here is having some problems with his two moms, so we're just trying to talk him through it, ok? Nothing personal."
Katie looked at Ryan and mouthed 'I'm so sorry' before quietly slinking away from the table.
"Oh - you're a dirty bastard," Ryan said smiling broadly.
"Yep... the worst kind," I said, agreeing totally. My face hurt from smiling so big.
We finished our meal... laughing and carrying on, the conversation moving around every topic except the one that started it. It was obvious that we were both skirting it, but I didn't know how to bring it up again and he didn't seem to want to. Katie, our waitress, came back to the table exactly 20 minutes later to check on us and I told her we were ready for the check.
"One check, please," I told her, to a shocked Ryan.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Dude, if nothing else I'm celebrating my audition," I said smiling. The bill was $68.18 - we both got steaks and extras - and I gave Katie $120 and told her to keep the change. She flashed a big-toothed grin and told us to stay and talk as long as we wanted.
"Ok - well, thanks for dinner," Ryan said.
"You're welcome."
"So," Ryan started, "back to my house for a nightcap?"
"You're a horny motherfucker, too - aren't-cha?" I said.
He was smiling and I could tell his breathing had increased. "Yup... I am," he said.
I drank my water slowly... contemplating this. What would it hurt if I went to Ryan's? What would happen? Well... I knew he'd have his tongue up my ass again - and I'd love that, but what would I do to him?
"What would you get out of this?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"You know I'm not gay," I said, "so I'm not looking to... I don't know - suck your dick and whatever, and you don't have a pussy for me to go down on. It doesn't seem fair to just use you to get my rocks off."
"Let me ask you something," Ryan started while I nodded. "You say you've been thinking about what happened and you liked it?"
"Yeah."
"So - let's be honest here, and remember - it's just us here, you and me - you're not even curious about what it could be like with a guy?" Ryan asked.
I sat thinking for a minute and shrugged. "I don't know where the line is," I said. "I mean, I think guys are hot... and I love being on the mat with a strong guy and testing my strength against his and using his strength against him. I love the feeling of another guy's body against mine in competition - and I love dominating a guy, but I don't know if that translates to sex... to THAT type of attraction. I mean, I guess there's a line somewhere in the middle of all that. I've just never crossed it."
"You didn't answer my question," Ryan said.
"What was the question again?"
"Are you curious about it? About getting in bed with a guy to see what it's like?" Ryan asked, restating his question.
"I don't think so," I answered. "Maybe. Not yet. I don't know, but maybe yes... hell, I don't know." I shook my head then I emptied my water glass and sat thinking.
Ryan smiled at me. "Ok - look - we're both college guys and it sounds like neither of us is getting what we need sexually. BUT," he emphasized "I'm not anyone's bitch. I already told you I think it would be hot to get with you, but not if you're not into me at all. Then, it's just one-sided and I don't need that shit. And I like to fuck AND get fucked, so let's just take it off the table until you're ready."
I nodded and took a deep breath, feeling more relaxed since he was rescinding the offer to come back to his house.
"Besides," Ryan said, starting back up, "I think you and I could be friends - really good friends maybe... and that could be good for both of us."
I smiled at him. "Yeah - I think we could be friends, too. I like who you are, Ryan. You're a good guy. You have a lot going for you, so - yeah - I could learn a few things from you."
He breathed out, blowing the air from his lungs placing his napkin on the table. "Ok, then... so, are you done for the day?" Ryan asked.
I looked at my watch - it was almost 8:00. "Yeah. I'm in the gym at 5:30 tomorrow morning, but I have a light class load. Plus, I have a training session with Dr. Benet in the afternoon, so I need to get some rest."
Ryan got up from the table and I followed him outside. We walked toward the parking lot, both of us had obviously parked in the same direction, then he turned to me.
"Thanks again for dinner," Ryan said.
"It's my pleasure. Thanks for the job," I said smiling.
"Yeah... well, there's that, isn't there?" he said. Ryan put his hand out, and I shook it as he pulled me in for handshake-hug. I felt his strong shoulder under my armpit and felt the muscles in his back as I patted him with my left hand. "I'll see you Thursday," he said, releasing my hand.
"Ok, sounds good," I said.
We both walked to our cars. I looked back once and saw that he was watching me walk to my car. I felt butterflies in my stomach, but brushed it off.
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Wednesday was a breeze and I worked my ass off in the gym, posting the best Rx time for the WOD. I told Dr. Benet about the audition, but didn't want to get Ryan in trouble, so I told her I'd find out for sure tomorrow. She said she had faith in my abilities and told me she would open another session time for me if I got the part.
Thursday was a blast and it was exciting to hear my name announced as the soloist. While there were five solo parts, the tenor solo was - by far - the longest and most prominent, so I felt good knowing I'd earned it. That afternoon, we had a brief meeting with the wrestling coach to discuss the upcoming training, practice and competition schedules and I felt a knot in my stomach just thinking about juggling everything in my life.
By Friday, I was looking forward to working at Joe's again, but as I exited my Biz & Econ Stats class I felt someone touch my shoulder from behind.
"Excuse me," this female voice said.
I turned around. "Hi," I said, immediately smiling.
"Hey," she said. "You're on the wrestling team, right?"
"Yeah I am," I answered her looking her over, my eyes settling on her chest.
She put her hand out and I shook it. "I'm Mandy," she said.
"Marc," I replied. "You're going out with Skip, aren't you?" I asked. She looked familiar and I thought she was the girlfriend of one of the other wrestlers on the team.
"God no," Mandy said, rolling her eyes. "We broke up months ago."
"Oh," I said. I didn't know what else to say. By now, the classroom had emptied and it was just the two of us standing in the hall outside of the open door.
"So, I've noticed you this semester and - I've got to tell you - you're fucking hot," she said.
I smiled. "Thanks. You're pretty hot yourself," I replied... and she was. Smokin-hot, in fact. Lean body, nice tight tits... I'd noticed her ass when she was dating Skip... hot damn!
"Listen... it's been a while since I've been fucked hard," she said a little softer, " and I was wondering if you'd like to come back to my dorm room with me." Just like that.
"Do you have condoms?" I asked.
"Yep," she answered.
"Yeah - let's go!" I said. My dick was already responding and my breathing was increasing. She led the way as we walked to her room in the Cypress Apartments.
"My roommates are in class," she said, leading me back to her bedroom and closing the door. Once inside, she took off her shirt and shorts while I stripped mine off as well, kicking my shoes off in the process. She was standing in her bra and panties... me in my jock strap until I pulled it down and stepped out of it. "Mygod, what a hot cock," she said as she took off her bra and underwear.
"Damn, you're hot," I said.
She smiled, pulling the sheets down on her bed and inviting me over. I saw her grab condoms from the nightstand and was glad she was being honest. I sat down on the bed and she immediately got down in front of me, licking my cock and taking the head into her mouth. I leaned back and moaned and had to fight the thought of Ryan's face in my head. 'I wonder if guys really are better at this...' I thought, but tried to push it out of my mind. I lay back on Mandy's bed forcing her to join me on the bed. She went back to my cock, then started licking my balls. I spread my legs and raised my ass up, willing her to go down and lick my asshole, but she didn't get the hint.
"Let's fuck," I said, ready to just get off and get out. "You want top or bottom?" I asked as I rolled the condom onto my throbbing thick 8" cock.
"Let me ride you first, then you can fuck me hard," she said sounding like she was out of breath.
I lay back as she slowly slipped her pussy around me and it felt like heaven... riding me up and down, grinding her clit against my pubes... moaning and bouncing with me holding her hips and thrusting along with her. It didn't take her long to cum and I let her keep going to cum two more times. She was a light thing, so I picked her up and turned her over... never pulling my cock out of her. I lay Mandy on her side and bent her leg up to her chest, knowing I could get in deeper this way.
I wasn't sure if I would hurt her, but she said she wanted to be fucked hard, so I pounded her pussy with massive thrusts - driving my frustrations, anger and lust into her fuck cavity. I was dripping sweat all over her and I didn't care. She moaned and yelped under me, but I knew she was enjoying it.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw Ryan... on his knees in the bathroom mirror... his hands on my ass and his tongue at my hole, so I kept my eyes open - pushing the thoughts out of my mind. My mind was fighting thoughts of Ryan and the harder I pounded Mandy the more difficult it seemed for me to cum.
"Ohgod, you're so good," she said, but I ignored her - just ready to cum and be done with this woman underneath me.
Ryan's hands on my ass came back to my mind, so I pushed her onto her back and closed my eyes... allowing the image of Ryan stay there... the feeling of his hot breath on my ass - his tongue probing my hole - the excitement building inside me. "Ungh," I yelled, the first shot of cum finally hitting the condom as I continued thrusting into her.
"Ow, fuck," she screamed, enjoying the power of my orgasm. "Ohgod. Ohgod."
I didn't open my eyes and worked hard to keep Ryan IN my head this time, being careful not to say anything for fear of saying his name. I pumped into her hot cunt again and again, driving home the confusion in my head... unloading my annoyance and total dissatisfaction into her little body until my cock started getting sensitive and I was spent.
I pulled out of her and looked down at her smiling face.
"Ohgod, that was good," she said, laughing. "I felt that so deep inside me," she said breathing hard and heavy and covered in sweat... my sweat mixed with hers.
"Yeah," I said, looking at her - suddenly feeling very empty.
She looked at my condom-covered cock, still jumping from my orgasm. "Goddamn, you're big! Oh - that was so fucking good." She put her head back and just lay there with her eyes closed, her arms thrown up over her head and her legs spread wide, her shaved pussy all pink and swollen from my pounding.
I got off the bed and pulled the full condom off, dropping it in the purple wastebasket by her dresser. I then grabbed her white t-shirt from the floor and wiped my dick and balls, getting my cum and her moisture off my body. I saw a bit of blood on the shirt, but knew it was hers, not mine. When I looked back at her, she still hadn't moved.
"You ok?" I asked her.
"Oh yeah. I'm great," she said, panting and smiling, eyes still closed. "I'm just gonna' lay here for a bit."
'Fucking slut,' I thought, then chastised myself for thinking it. I got dressed quickly, feeling cheap and used, but also feeling like I'd just used her... an even trade, I guess. Without saying a word, I opened the door and left her laying on the bed... her bedroom door wide open. As I was leaving, two of her roommates were coming in and I said, "hi" in passing. I hoped they'd go find their well-fucked roommate laying in her bed.
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I needed to piss and wanted to get the remnants of cum out of my dick, so I stopped into a restroom on the way back to where my car was parked. I heard noises in the far stall, but only saw one set of feet, so I figured the guy was having a tough time taking a shit until I heard him moaning. 'Too bad for you, dude,' I thought. My dick was still sticky with Mandy's juices, but I'd shower when I got home.
The whole incident left me feeling angry, but I couldn't figure out why. 'She told me she just wanted to be fucked hard,' I said to myself in the car. 'So, why feel bad about it?' I asked aloud. 'Ryan,' was what came next... his name came out of my mouth without a second thought. How in the fuck did that happen? I'd never - EVER - thought of a guy while fucking a woman... NEVER. 'You thought about Simon Yetzi when you were with Bridget,' I said to myself, out loud since I was alone in the car. 'Yeah, but that was after I won the semi-finals... and I wasn't thinking about fucking him!' I yelled at myself.
While I was driving, I looked around a couple of times to see if people saw me talking to myself, but no one was paying attention to me. Now at home, I was feeling more relaxed and ready to take a shower. I threw my clothes in my hamper and went into the water, enjoying the spray and glad to get that chick washed off me. I'd done that before - plenty of times... a one-and-done, wham bam thank you ma'am, fuck 'em and leave 'em, cum and go... I laughed thinking of how many euphemisms were jumping around in my head... and I'd never felt like this afterward. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked myself in the shower.
I got dried off just as my phone was ringing. It was Joe asking if I could come in at 1:00 instead of 3:00. I was supposed to work until 11:30 tonight, but Joe said he'd adjust my end time, if needed, so I told him 'yes.'
One of the other guys said something about my jockstrap lines being visible last weekend, so I decided to freeball it heading in to work, bringing a pair of underwear with me just in case I needed them later. I was feeling really down, but had already trained myself to be up and excited at Joe's, so I knew tonight was just what I needed.
At Joe's, I worked a bank with a guy I'd never met before - Ryota - a very good-looking, and very well-built, Japanese guy attending HCC. We had a good time joking together and I found that he was very easy to work with because, just like me, he was considerate to ensure that we got an equal number of tables. Around 9, the place was packed and I was getting tired. I'd thought of my escapade with Mandy a couple of times, but felt like it happened months ago, not just this morning. My surprise for the evening happened when Ryan showed up and requested a table in my section at around 9:15.
"Hey, Marc," he said.
"Hey, back," I said smiling big... probably bigger than I should have been, but I was glad to see him.
"What time you get off?" he asked.
"Any time between now and 11:30 - why?"
"Was wondering if you'd want to hang-out. When are you going to leave?" Ryan asked.
"I think I can leave now... just let me check with Joe," I said.
Joe approved me leaving early since I'd arrived early. There were two extra guys milling around the locker room, so he told them to come on early to relieve me. I told Ryan I could leave and he walked back to the locker room with me so I could change. I decided to stay without underwear for the night and, by the look on Ryan's face, he liked the idea.
"So, what do you have in mind?" I asked him.
"Well... was thinking I need to return the dinner favor sometime, what do you think?" he asked.
"Sure - I'm game for anything," I said.
"How 'bout we drop your car at my place, then head out?" Ryan asked me.
I agreed and 25 minutes later we were heading to get some food. Ryan made a quick call, asked for a special reservation somewhere and we were off.
"Where are we going?" I asked, kinda' excited at this point.
"It's a surprise," he said, beaming - a huge smile plastered on his face.
About 20 minutes later we pulled into what looked like a renovated house. I'd never heard of the place, but was excited that Ryan chose a place he liked. The hostess recognized Ryan immediately, gave him a big hug then led us to a table in the far corner... much more intimate than the other tables. He ordered us two beers and there were no questions asked about my age. With a new menu every week, this did seem like a very cool restaurant and I ordered fresh-catch fish. Ryan ordered a special appetizer and we ate and talked until the place closed at midnight.
As we were driving back to Ryan's house I thanked him again. "This was really cool," I said. "Our friendship is already different from any other I have simply because you know things about me that no one else knows." That fact hadn't hit me until I said it.
"Well, there's some of that on my side, too," Ryan said. "I don't make a show of my sexuality, but I'm comfortable with you knowing who I really am," he continued.
"Y'know, I didn't think about it tonight. We were just two guys out having dinner," I said, but I wondered if that was true for him as well.
We got out of the car in his driveway and I'd already determined that I was just going home. It was obvious he wasn't going to push anything with me, so we gave each other a quick handshake-hug and I drove away. Happy, but still unsatisfied.
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I woke Saturday feeling exhausted and wondered if it was because I was so busy or because my mind wouldn't slow down. I didn't sleep well and thought of Ryan every time I woke during the night. I didn't think anything specific about Ryan, but his face was on my mind and - well, I did think about what he might look like in an apron - but... 'yeah, that's what it is... that's what's making me tired,' I thought while making coffee. 'Too much on my mind.'
A hard work-out would help settle my mind and give me some much-needed endorphins, so I used the equipment in the garage... free weights, a bench and a pull-up bar. It wasn't my CrossFit gym, but it would work for today. A hard work-out was just what I needed and I felt better afterward knowing I'd done something good for my body. The house was quiet inside - two of the roommates still asleep after partying hard last night... the other, off to work long before I even woke up. I needed protein, so made a shake and tried to decide what I would do today before I went to work.
I hadn't seen my friends Craig or Miles in a couple of weeks, so I called to see what they had going for the day. Miles answered and said they were in the middle of a lake fishing and figured I was occupied because they hadn't heard from me in a while. I was a little irritated - and remarked that the fucking phone goes both ways - but we didn't end it on a bad note. They were having a little party at Craig's apartment that night, but - of course - I was working, so I wasn't sure if I could make it. "Maybe I'll stop by after my shift," I said, but I wasn't sure how I'd feel by then.
I'd made mental notes all week to check-in with Mr. Evans, the lawyer for my trust account, but hadn't done it. Since it was Saturday, I couldn't do it today, but while I was remembering it - FINALLY - I added a reminder to my phone for Monday. I needed to pay bills and would need to deposit some of my cash soon, so I added that reminder to my phone as well. I started relying on my phone's calendar so much that I'm almost useless without reminders now, but they were backed-up to my gmail account, so I never worried about missing appointments.
I had to be at Joe's by 2:30 to go on at 3:00, so I had some time to kill since it was only 10:30. I decided to go to the mall before heading to Joe's. I wandered the mall first... looking at the coeds - and cougars - as they walked by. I'd been told I should find an older woman... that they love studs like me, but I didn't go anywhere to see cougars. I wasn't legal just yet, so I'd have to wait to hit the clubs. After walking for a bit, I stopped into a few stores to look at jeans, finding one pair that fit my ass, legs AND waist. Being muscular has advantages, sure, but clothes shopping isn't always the easiest thing. I noticed a big sign outside of Macy's proclaiming a big sale, so went in to look at the men's stuff. I chose a nice button-up shirt to try on then went looking for underwear.
"Oh - excuse me," he said, bumping into me.
"No problem," I replied. This guy looked familiar... no, his shirt looked familiar - some weird psychedelic swirly pattern caught my eye earlier. Was this guy following me? I looked at him and sized him up. College. 6-feet even. Probably 180 - nice broad shoulders. Wearing khaki shorts and leather flip flops. As he turned away from me I noticed that his legs are shaved and wondered if his ass was also shaved, then shook my head to clear that thought.
I looked around the underwear and found a few pair of underarmor's on sale then went to look at the bathing suits and found a cool pair dirt cheap, so I added those to my stack. Grabbing a few more shirts on the way, I headed to the fitting room. The only one available was way in the back by the men's suits, so I walked that way and noticed the psychedelic shirt guy also walking toward the same dressing rooms from another part of the store.
I walked into the dressing rooms, turned the corner and chose the one furthest away from the entryway. Just as I was entering the actual room, I heard the buzzer sound telling that someone else came in behind me. I looked in the mirror at the end of the hallway and saw that it was the guy in the psychedelic shirt. He saw me and smiled... and I smiled back before closing the door.
Before working at Joe's, I'd never thought of how thrilling it is to have my naked body admired by another guy, but that thought entered my brain as I shut the door. I didn't lock it, thinking that maybe... I don't know, but I didn't lock it and immediately began undressing. I heard the dressing room door across from mine shut too, then heard it open, so I looked through the slats to see what was going on.
The door was only cracked open, but I could see the other guy undressing because of all the mirrors in the room. By now, I was down to just my shirt - having worn no underwear because I was working at Joe's. My cock immediately started plumping-up as I watched the other guy undress and now, he looked my way... obviously wondering if I was watching him or to see if I would also open my dressing room door.
I listened for any noise outside of the dressing room and heard the salesperson ringing up a customer and telling the other people in line that he'd be right with them, so I figured we were safe for a few minutes. Without thinking, I slowly turned the knob and opened the door a crack... inching it open halfway and fully exposing myself to the guy across the way from me. He came to his doorway - fully naked and hard - and mouthed, 'Ohmygod,' when he looked at my body. I looked down, instinctively, and could see that I was fully hard... throbbing and leaking precum.
I looked up and he licked his lips, an obvious sign that he wanted to suck my cock... and my mind froze. 'What am I doing?' I asked myself, and quickly shut the door. 'I'm not doing this... that's just not happening,' I told myself. I used my finger to wipe the precum from my cock - my quickly softening cock - and wiped my finger on the jeans I'd brought to try on. I felt almost sick... guilt, fear, anger at myself... ashamed of myself? Yeah, ashamed that I'd even consider this. I pulled my shorts and shirt on, then sat on the bench to put my tennis shoes on when the door opened. It was psychedelic guy - dressed, but standing in my dressing room.
"What gives, man?" he asked softly.
"I don't do that shit," I said, trying to be quiet.
He shrugged and walked away and, within seconds, I left, too.
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My head just wasn't in the game the whole night while working. I had fun, but even Joe noticed that I wasn't myself. I told him I was tired and that seemed to answer his question... or at least, it gave him an answer he could live with.
I woke earlier than I wanted to on Sunday, but was glad I did because Miles and Craig wanted to go fishing and picked me up at 8:30. It was nice having a day with my buddies... a day away from gay men, aprons and the stress of my classes. I felt great baiting my hook, catching fish and feeling grimy and stinky. It was also nice to get some sun, sit around with my buddies just shooting the shit. I told them about Mandy and we had a good laugh about it, but there was something nagging at me the whole day and more than once I wondered what Ryan was doing.
When I finally got home that evening, I showered, had a protein shake then went right to bed - the exhaustion, stress - and Ryan - once again invading my sleep.
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