Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual language and actions between males. If material of this nature offends you, or it is illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any further. This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practices are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.
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"Eww, that's definitely no place for a first time."
"What would be?"
"That may sound old fashioned, but a bed maybe?"
Peter didn't say anything. I knew or better I hoped he was thinking about telling me that he had one of those, but he didn't. After he finished his Pepsi, he ordered yet another one.
"You know, some of the guys in here, maybe even most, would have told you that they had a bed for you to lose your virginity in. For a short period of time I almost told you the same. But maybe I'm too old fashioned now just like you because I need to know someone. I've done more than my share of picking up strangers or even doing stuff in bathrooms."
I just melted away with every word he said. A few seconds ago I really would have liked him to say he has a bed (which he probably does anyways), but what he just told me made my blood pressure rise.
We continued talking for like half an hour but nothing as interesting. I had to leave though as my dad called to ask me where I was as dinner was ready. We quickly exchanged numbers and email-addresses and Peter insisted on paying. He said he knows what nursing students get paid.
After getting home dad and I ate. We never talked much at dinner but today we did. Like he knew something good had happened to me. Maybe he really did. When we've finished we even did the dishes together. Normally, I did them alone as he parked himself in front of the telly for the rest of the evening. He eventually did but not until the last plate was done and put away. As he sat down into his recliner I went off to do my laundry. I just needed some of my boxer briefs.
After filling the washer I went to watch some TV with dad. I don't do that all that much, but since we had a good talk earlier I just figured I could spend some more time with him, even if it was in front of the TV. There was some Seinfeld marathon which was okay but not too great, so I watched two episodes before I went to see if my laundry was done. Thankfully it had almost finished so I waited to put my stuff into the dryer.
On my way upstairs I said "Good night" to dad. It wasn't really late, like 9.30 or something, but getting up at 4.45 am made your day a bit shorter. So I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I finished up and got into my bedroom. I heard my phone beep. I had one of those Motorola Razor's which beeped just once when you missed a call or gotten some text messages. So I looked around for it (I sometimes misplace it) and when I found it I saw a text from Peter which he sent like 15 minutes ago.
"Hi there. Just wanted to tell you I had a great time today. Sorry for making fun of your briefs and virginity, hope you can forgive me. Sweet dreams, Peter."
Sweet. I mean, he had made fun of me a bit but it wasn't all that bad.
"No worries, never having been laid doesn't mean I can't take a joke. You still up?"
I pulled off my shorts and put them onto a chair as my phone rang. Obviously, it was Peter.
"Hi Peter."
"Hey there. Sorry again for making fun of you."
"Really, don't sweat it. Those briefs are way too small and 22 year old virgin's are hard to find."
"So you can forgive me?"
"I don't know what for but yeah, sure."
"Cool."
No one said anything for a while.
"So what you done since getting home?"
"Had dinner with dad, did the dishes, started to do my laundry and watched some TV. Pretty boring actually."
"So you finally do your laundry?"
"Yeah, tomorrow I got my boxer briefs back!"
"Wonder how you look in 'em."
"Maybe you can see for yourself if you're in."
"Actually I will get for the night shift, so I doubt you'll be there."
"Naa, got the same shift as today."
"So you wanna meet like on Friday?"
Today was Wednesday.
"Sure, I have no plans."
Actually I wanted to go to the movies with some friends, but nothing really important.
"You at work on Friday?"
"Yeah, same shift again."
"So give me a call after work?"
"Will do."
I yawned.
"Am I that boring?"
"Nooo, totally not!" Did I sound too eager? "I'm just getting tired. To be honest, I was getting ready for bed as you called."
"Wow, that early?"
"I'm not really a morning person unless I get enough sleep."
"I see. So you wanna hang up?"
"Not like right now."
Another moment of silence.
"Did you like meeting me today?"
"Besides the beginning, yes. You?"
"I don't call people that late unless I liked meeting them. And back to your briefs, it wasn't that bad. I mean, your junk looked a little bit squeezed in..."
"You didn't have to take a long enough look to check if my junk was squeezed in it or not."
"Like you didn't check me out!"
"Okay, maybe it was alright for you to look but since I had an underwear incident I'd preferred you wouldn't have."
"It wasn't really an incident. I mean you had everything pretty much covered."
"Pretty much?"
"You had everything covered."
"Good."
Another silent moment.
"So I better let you go to bed now since I don't want to be responsible for you being pissy in the morning."
"Thanks. So I call you on Friday?"
"I'm looking forward to it, really."
"Me too. So good night and sweet dreams!"
"You stole that from me."
"I've said that for years."
"Fair enough. Anyways, sweet dreams to you too."
We hang up. I pulled off my shirt and socks and went under the sheets. I had a funny feeling in my belly. I wasn't sure but I think I was falling for Peter.
My shift on Thursday went by uneventful and I am proud to say that I wasn't in too much of a bad mood in the morning. At noon I wanted to write Peter a text but I had forgotten my phone at home. But he will be at home sleeping because he has night shift, I thought to myself.
After my normal routine with showering and all I drove home to look for my phone. When I found it, I had 6 messages from Peter! He will hate me, I thought. I read all of them, the first one's very sweet, the later worrisome why I didn't reply so I gave him a call.
"Hello," said a sleepy Peter.
"Hi Peter, it's Matthew. Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, but it's cool. Why haven't you answered my text's?"
"Sorry, I had my phone at home, forgot to take it with me."
"I already worried you woke up and didn't like me anymore or something."
"Nope, still like you!"
"Good, very good."
"I'm still sorry to have woken you, I better let you sleep some more."
"It's okay but I won't fall asleep anymore."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, really. How can I make it up to you?"
"I have to think that one through."
He didn't say something for a while.
"Okay, how 'bout you buy me coffee?"
"That's not bad, sure!"
"Okay, how 'bout in 20 minutes over here?"
Did he just invite me to his place?
"Sure."
He gave me the address and told me that there was a great coffee shop right around the corner and what sort of coffee he wanted.
"So see you soon!"
"Yeah, I'll be waiting."
I didn't have to go right away, which made it worse. I looked into the mirror to check my clothes. I put on a new shirt, than changed shorts, followed by another shirt. At least I had good underwear on!
I finally decided on an outfit and hobbed into the car. Dad was still at work so I had left him a note that I might not be home for dinner. I drove to the other side of town. I quickly found the coffee shop, got two of the big cups to go and looked for Peter's place. I found it easily as his description was perfect.
I rang the bell. Nothing. Again. Still nothing. I figured I better call him.
Again in a very sleepy voice, Peter said "Hello."
"Hi Peter, I'm here delivering your coffee but you don't seem to answer your door."
"Oh shit, I fell back asleep. Wait a sec, I'll open up."
I heard him get out of bed and walking around in his apartment. Finally, he buzzed to door open. I quickly went in and upstairs to number 8. The door was open a crack. I still knocked, waited and after no answer I went in.
"Peter?"
"Hi Matthew, I'm in the bathroom, gonna be out in a sec. Just get comfortable."
I looked around. It was a single room apartment but he had different areas for everything. I didn't want to snoop around so I sat down on the couch, put the coffee on the table and waited. It didn't take long and Peter came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, lemme put some clothes on and I'm all yours."
Even though I had seen him in the locker room yesterday I gave him some privacy and turned away. Not long, and Peter sat down next to me.
"Thanks for the coffee," said Peter as he grabbed for one.
"It's the least I can do for waking you." I grabbed the other cup and took a sip just like Peter.
"You couldn't know that I sleep the afternoon before night shifts."
We drank our coffee for a while without saying anything.
"So nice apartment."
"Not really, but you know about our pay so it's okay I guess."
More silence.
"I really liked meeting you yesterday, even if the circumstance wasn't in your favor."
"Thanks, I liked meeting you too, even though it could have been in a different situation. By the way, I got fitting boxer briefs today."
I pulled up my shirt and my shorts down a bit so he could see my white boxer briefs.
"Sexy!"
"Thanks." I blushed as I pulled the shorts back up.
"So would you mind if I gave you a kiss?"
I didn't answer just shook my head. Peter came closer.
"Do you mean you don't mind or don't you want me to kiss you."
"I...I wouldn't mind."
Peter leaned over and gave me one long and passionate kiss. I got an instant erection, which I tried to cover up by putting a pillow over my crotch.
"It's okay," said Peter as he put my hands away to remove the pillow. "At least I know you liked it."
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