This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance including: names, physical descriptions, actions, and events are purely coincidental. This story WILL contain explicit sexual contents regarding consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to view such material, I suggest you stop reading now. If not, continue.
The Start of Something 2 T. Vincent
I sat on the wait bench and stared at "Hunk Zimmermann" with a burning lust mixed with some raging jealousy at his female date. I completely forgot about my blind-date at the moment and just stared. "Hunk Zimmermann" looked so good tonight. He sat in the booth with his back towards me sipping on his red wine. He was wearing jeans and a striped shirt. I liked that he tucked his shirt in. I sat on the bench wondering if I should go and introduced myself. Then I realized how incredibly creepy and intrusive that would be. Suddenly, I jumped from the sound of Jesse's voice.
"Hello?!" He finally picked up the phone. I had completely forgotten why I called him. I sat there for 20 seconds, pausing. "Hello!!! Are you okay?!" He sounded incredibly impatient.
"Hey!! Sorry! Um, I'm... Um... Um..." I'm tried to remember.
"What's wrong?!! Did he stood you up?!" Jesse sounded more impatient.
"OH!!!!! Yes!! About that!!" I practically yelled. "I was going to ask you what his name was. The hostess would like a name and so would I."
"HA HA! Yeah, sorry, I forgot to tell you. His name is Cameron. Cameron Wallace."
"Okay, thanks. I'll call you after the date." I sighed.
"Okay. Well, don't call too early okay?" He giggled.
"Too early? You meant too late." I was confused.
"No... I meant too early. I'm hoping you're gonna be sleeping with him tonight."
"Jesse... I'm not gonna sleep with a guy on a first date." I whispered not wanting the Pentecostal family of 5 sitting next to me to not hear.
"Okay! Okay. GO! We'll talk when you're home 'TONIGHT', or tomorrow at brunch." He hung up.
I stood up and made my way to the hostess, still glancing at "Hunk Zimmermann" the entire time. She showed me my way to my booth. Ironically, my date was right behind the partition separating the dining area and the reception desk. I felt really dumb. I could've just glanced in and asked. Cameron saw me and stood up with a big smile on his face. I recognized his face.
"Hey! You're my date!" He smiled.
"Yes, I am. I know you! We've met before." I said. "Yes, we have." He smiled. "I'm Cam." he extended his hand. "I'm Troy, nice to meet you Cam." I met his grip.
We sat down and I couldn't help but noticed how incredibly handsome this man has gotten. Cam was roughly 6'1" with short brown hair. He wore a pair of jeans with a buttoned-up shirt tucked in. I liked that he tucked his shirt in. His sports coat has an odd pin on it which took me about a few seconds to realize it's a scale. He continually smiled at me. I was somewhat distracted at his pecs. They were very much defined through his shirt. When I first met Cam was about two years ago at Jesse's company's party. I had vaguely remembered meeting him but I don't quite remember him this handsome. From what I could recollect, Cam was a bit chubby and he looked a bit rough. But not tonight. He was clean shavened and well-dressed. It appeared that he had started working out and toned his body up. I was enjoying how his clothes clinged to his body, silhouetting it. However, I was mostly distracted by his smile. He has a round, almost pear-shaped face. His bottom lip was full but his upper lip was somewhat lacking, like a lot of white guys. He has a tall, well defined nose that's stuck smacked dab in the middle of his face. I rarely see that in guys. But like I said, I was distracted completely by his smile. It was a great smile. His beautiful white teeth, mixed white his big round brown eyes made me a big warm and fuzzy on the inside. I was getting a bit flustered by it.
"Well, this is hardly a blind-date." I broke my silence.
"Why do you say that?" He's still smiling. "Well, I met you, two years ago at my Jesse's company Christmas party."
"Yes, we did. Wow... you have a great memory." he said with a grin.
"Oh, I tend to remember faces really well. But I remembered you were with your wife." I continued.
"Ah. Good point. I'm divorced." he was still smiling. "I sort of came to terms with my attraction to men about a year ago. My wife then caught me looking at some gay porn online. Before I knew it, we were divorced."
"Well, I'm sure you feel better being out." I comforted him.
"Yeah. I feel a lot better. Finally got to go out with you." He grinned.
"Ha ha. Well, I'm very flattered." I laughed. "No, I'm being serious. You did have a point you know. This was hardly a blind-date. I asked Jesse if it was possible that he could hook me up with you."
"Oh... So, what do you do at Cary Fundings?" I felt incredibly flushed at this point.
"I'm one of their lawyers." He laughed. "I know, lawyers, born without a heart. But trust me, I only handle fundings complications. Not suing people here and there."
I was taken back by his direct nature. "I believe you." I laughed. "You're very cute Troy." He suddenly stopped smiling. I was now completely flustered. "I've had a crush on you ever since I met you. I just didn't know how to approach you back then. I wanted to introduce myself a bit more to you then but well, I thought you were Jesse's date and I so kept it distant."
"Well, you weren't wrong, I was Jesse's date." I tried to maintain my composure. "You two dated?"
"No, but he did ask me to be his date that night." I was pretty fuzzy inside right now."
He put his smile back on, "So, what do you do Troy?"
"Oh, Um... I work for an evil company. If I tell you, you probably wouldn't like me." I stared into his big eyes. "Nah! Don't worry, nothing you say right now could make me dislike you." His words were making me weak and warm. I'm pretty sure he's not saying these things just to be polite. But I didn't care about polite at this moment. I was still distracted by his smile. "Well, I work for Warken Corp. I'm the chief operating officer's bitch more or less." I flashed my smile back at him. It seemed to turn him on.
"It's not that evil. You guys just... rob people in daylight. My company does it more discretely." He flashed those teeth at me.
He ordered a bottle of wine and we spent more time getting to know each other. I felt very comfortable around Cam. From what I've learned so far, Cam is 30, divorced, no kids, Catholic (STILL), only child, gay, part Hungarian, and enjoys "The Color Purple." Like I said, I felt very comfortable around Cam. He was intelligent, good-looking, and nice. Apparently, I am the 4th person, total, that he's gone on a date with. He hasn't had much time after "coming out." Like I said, I was beginning to get really comfortable. Soon, my mind wandered and I stated dreaming, specifically dirty dreams. I began undressing Cam in my eyes, and I can honestly say, EVERYTHING was flattering. We ordered our entrees and spent the time talking about work until he changed the subject to one that made me more than awkward. It made me horny. It also snapped me out of my dirty daydream.
"So, are you a top or a bottom?" His tone changed.
Slightly taken back and was completely caught by surprised, "I'm not sure." I stammered. "Oh, so you're vers?" He pursued.
"No... I'm really not sure." I tried not to have to blatantly say it. He seemed to caught on. "Oh. You're a virgin." He didn't have to put it so blatant.
"Yeah... I am. Um... How about you?" that comfortable feeling started to wane through my stutters. "I'm a top." He simply said.
"Well, that must be a relief to know." I slowly adjusted.
"No, it's actually a bit more stressful than you think."
"Really? How come?" I continued, "Is it because you have to worry about staying hard? Or 'letting loose' too quickly? Misfiring?" I began to feel more comfortable and reverted back to my lippy nature.
"Ha ha. I have no trouble as far as staying hard or... 'misfiring." He smiled again. "It's being with a cute guy that's a bottom that makes it stressful. I mean, when I go out on a date with a guy, and I know this sounds incredibly shallow, but in my mind, there's always the thought of whether or not I'm going to sleep with him. But he, he KNOWS whether or not I'm getting lucky that night. The unknown is a very stressful thing you know." His honestly was incredibly overwhelming to me. I laughed and said, "Well, are you stressed right now?
"Very." He simply said. "Can I be honest?" I thought to myself, 'What the hell have you been doing this whole time?' He continued, "I haven't had sex with a man since I don't remember when. I don't want you to think I'm on this date with you because I want to have sex. I would like to have sex with you, but it's not what I was intending on this date. I really wanted to properly meet you and express my interest. I mean, you're very attractive. I am very attracted to you and your personality. You're a nice guy, good personality, and you're smart. Why wouldn't a guy be stressed going out with you?"
All of his compliments just sort of sandpapered me into a smooth pile of mushy horny. I didn't know what came over me but I just stared at him and softly said, "Well, just to take the stress off. You're definitely getting lucky tonight." His eyes have never opened bigger. This is the first time he started stammering. "Um... um... um... that's great!"
I felt more relieved by his nervousness and smiled, "So... are you worrying about staying hard and 'misfiring' now?" He chuckled loudly, "OH NO. Definitely not!"
I had no idea why I told him he's getting lucky tonight. But the thought of having sex, especially with this hot guy made me incredibly aroused. As we continued chatting, I sat there once again dreaming about his body and particularly what we were going to do. Our food arrive and suddenly, "Hunk Zimmermann" stood up and put his coat. He turned and escorted his date when he caught my eyes. Before I knew it, he walked over and smiled, "Hey! Funny running into you two Friday nights in a row!"
I was so captivated and flattered by "Hunk Zimmermann" at this time that I somehow forgotten English. "Yeah... Um... funny! Really, funny. Um... HI!" were the few words I muttered. "Yeah, um... funny running into you. Date?" What the hell did I just asked?
"No, just a friend." He pointed to his lady friend gathering her things, "How about you? Date?"
"Oh!! Ha ha... Umm... Funny!!" Again... what the hell am I doing? "Yeah, date." I introduced Cam to "Hunk Zimmermann." "How are you?!" Cam smiled.
"Good, I'm Eric by the way." Eric... Eric Zimmermann... I tried to focus my attention but the knowledge of "Hunk Zimmermann's" name was making me giddy.
"Hey, H... Eric!" 'Heric? Who the hell is Heric?!!' I stammered his name out almost accidentally blurted "Hunk Zimmermann."
"I'm Troy by the way." I'm pretty sure I was the only one feeling awkward. Thankfully, Eric ended the awkwardness and excuse himself as he walked away toward his "friend." "Hey, maybe we'll run into each other at the symphony next Friday." With those words, he departed and I was now focused on my groin. My dick was hard as a rock and my only thought was to get on my knees and pleasure Eric. Suddenly, a voice refreshed my memory. "Your friend seems nice." I focused on eyes and realize that Cam has been staring at me smiling the whole time. I regained my composure and started on my food, trying to seem less embarrassed. Cam didn't seem to notice I guess. At least I hoped he didn't.
"Would you like another glass of wine?" He gestured and I obliged. I didn't realize how quickly everything just happened. I had came out to "Heric Zimmermann," befriended him, and he acted like everything was normal. I started to overthink that maybe "Heric" was gay and that he was waiting for an indication from me so that he can make his move. Or... maybe he's been gay all along and I just wasn't his type. Or... I've been a complete jackass in mistaking a straight man who just happened to be polite and not remotely interested in the same sex. Or... I've just been a jackass for ignoring my date... who displayed a reciprocated attraction. I glanced at Cam and smiled.
"Would you like to go for some ice cream and a walk in the park after this?" He thought for a moment about my question and nodded his head, "Yes. That would be very nice. Let's go to Memorial Park. I happened to know a really good ice cream and yogurt shop near there."
With that we spent the rest of dinner chit chatting about past dates. Mostly gossips about my ex-dates and his ex-wife. Who from what I deduced was a pretty okay woman. Just unfortunate that their marriage was somewhat rushed and ultimately he's the one who wasn't ready. I was still probing his marriage and our check arrived. I insisted on paying it. That's just something I learned from my parents; they believed it's the polite thing to do. Before I had a chance to put my card, Cam snatched the check from me and slipped his card in. That waitress wasted no time waltzing away... bitch... "You can get the ice cream." He said with that smile once again. "It was your idea after all, sort of like how this dinner was my idea." I could understand his reasoning but it hardly seemed fair in my head. After all, I don't think ice creamed equaled two bottles of wine, appetizer, and two pieces of steaks.
We made our ways to our cars and he suggested I ride with him. He drove a gray BMW. I chuckled in my head about a lawyer driving a BMW; how stereotypical. We made small conversations during the car ride while I was still wondering what to say to him when we're in the park. I know it was my idea but I never said it was a good one at the time. We stopped at a place called "Paradise Yogurt" which was full of teenagers on their first dates (presumably). I felt like one of those teenagers. We got our ice cream and made our ways to the park. I haven't been on many first dates but I don't quite remember sharing spoons or taking turns licking ice cream qualified only as "first dates." Still, I reassured myself that I am having a good time and that regardless of whether or not this seemed like it's moving too fast, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Then, I remembered I told him he's getting lucky tonight. Was he waiting for me to make a move? He was definitely an upfront and direct kind of guy so I doubt he's waiting for me. Maybe he's waiting to get back to his place. Maybe that's why he asked me to ride with him. My mind has never been more involved than it was then.
"Troy, can we sit down?" His suggestion was most welcome. I hate this park at night. We sat down on a nearby bench and he started sighing. I am WAY too chickenshit to do anything remotely bold in public; I hope he's not planning on fucking me on this bench.
"I like you a lot Troy." It took him five sighs just to get that out. It took him FIVE sighs just to get THAT out?! "I like you a lot too Cam." It took me none, just a lump in my throat.
"Well, I'm glad you do. I just want to say this so that I don't have to feel shitty about not saying it later. I don't want to have sex with you tonight." My stomach dropped. "Don't get me wrong, it's not because I don't want it. It's just that... I would feel so guilty. I have to admit that when you told me you were a virgin, a perverted part inside me was so incredibly turned on that I would've probably just attacked you right then. But, I want you to like me. I would feel so guilty if I had sex with you tonight. Like I was taking advantage of you." I was about to cut him off when he raised him hand up. "Look, I don't want a first date to be this complicated. I'd rather we both have fun. Are you having fun?"
I composed myself before I answered. "Well, of course I'm having fun." I grabbed his hands, "And you're right, a first date shouldn't have to be this complicated. I enjoy your company, you enjoy my company. Let's leave it at that. Let's enjoy each other's company tonight, next week, whenever, until we either no longer feel that enjoyment or we're ready to take it to a different level. How about a second date?" I didn't want to press the issue further. A part of me was disappointed but I also understood what he meant. If he wanted to take it slow, I could do it.
"I would like that." With that, he grasped my hands and lifted me up and walked me to the car. We held hands the entire time. We were almost to our car when he pulled me towards the shadow of a tree. He leaned on the trunk of the tree and shifted his hands from mine to my face. Those big, strong hands gripped my neck and my cheek and pulled me in. "I would like one of these tonight though." His lips pressed on to mine in a most tend and incredibly passionate kiss. He didn't slip his tongue in. I wanted him to slip his tongue in but he kept it very simple. Yet, I felt even more giddy than I ever had tonight. He pulled away and like those lips, our hands met again. We walked to the car and he drove me back.
I didn't say one word. Actually, I didn't know what to say. My knees felt weak and my mind was racing. I wanted another kiss. He reached my car and parked to the side. We sat there for a bit staring at each other. I finally got up the nerve and the audacity. My hands now reached over grabbing his cheek and neck and I told him, "I would like another one." He obliged. I didn't slip him my tongue. We released our lip lock and I was entirely erect. I hurried out of his car trying to hide my erection and rushed into my vehicle. I waved him goodbye and drove home.
That night, I masturbated about five times. I kept playing the kisses we shared and they kept making me harder. I felt happy.
To be continued...
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