Eddie is Bored

By Simon Peter

Published on Aug 2, 2016

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Eddie Is Bored

By Simon Peter

Eddie is bored.

This is not something usual, for Eddie to be bored. He is a very interesting person. At 25, he looks like he is at least three years younger, like a college student about to graduate maybe. He can easily be called a "hot man on campus." Standing at almost 6 feet tall, with green eyes and dark hair, Eddie is a looker.

What is more interesting about Eddie is that he is a sensual guy. He likes sex in all its forms. He does girls and other guys with the same passion. Naked, Eddie is best described as a god, an Adonis, but without the inflated muscles. His body is toned and very nicely defined. He is a runner, so that perhaps explains the beauty of his physique. To top it all, his dick is around 8 inches, cut, thickening from under the ridge all the way to the base. Eddie's man tool erects vertically at an angle, displaying his fuzzy nuts. This tool services pussy, cock and ass to the utmost of pleasure for both Eddie and Eddie's partners.

In a word, Eddie is anyone's dream fuck buddy, whether male or female, whether young or old, whether top or bottom. And all of this in a very natural, next-door-neighbor kind of attitude. The easy smile, the lay-back attitude, the sensuality, all of this creates an atmosphere of normalcy and unaffected communication, promising intense lust.

Today, however, Eddie is bored.

Sitting on a subway seat facing the central aisle, Eddie hangs his head down, resting his elbows on his bare knees after he has had his run in the park. His hairy thighs and legs still show some shining beads of sweat. He heaves a deep sigh, wishing that once he gets home, there will be some hot naked body waiting for him in the shower. His dick twitches inside his running shorts.

Fuck it! Eddie is bored to hell and back.

Eddie glances up to notice, with a surprise, a hot-looking guy in the seat facing him on the other side of the aisle. Eddie feels a little shiver of adrenalin run through his body. The guy is around his age, early to mid-twenties, in running shorts also, with a light beard, and, holy cow, Eddie notices, with the tip of a nut showing through the left leg of his shorts.

Eddie adjusts his glasses. Sure enough! The guy's nut is peeking, winking at him. He looks up to study the guy's face. A looker. Someone that Eddie wouldn't hesitate to take home and stick into the shower for a hot rubbing and a fuck. Yes. But the guy isn't paying attention to the people around him.

His eyes are closed as he shakes his head to the rhythm to some music coming through his earphones as he holds his cell phone in both hands.

Eddie glances back at the guy's crotch. His heart races as the guy reaches down and adjusts his equipment. Eddie is thinking that either the guy is free-balling or is wearing very loose boxers under his running shorts.

When he looks up again to study the face more, Eddie meets the guy's eyes. He takes in a surprised breath when he notices the smile on the guy's face. The guy must have seen him studying the crotch.

Eddie straightens and extends his legs into the aisle. His dick, still soft, bulges inside his shorts. He watches as the guy moves his eyes from Eddie's face to Eddie's crotch, and then back to his face.

The two young men exchange looks. Meaningful looks. They are definitely interested in each other.

The body language is definitely more communicative of their desires.

For the first time, Eddie notices the earring. The guy has an earring in his right earlobe. Eddie calculates: "Left is right, right is wrong." He has devised this method to differentiate between straight and gay. A boy whom he used to fuck a couple of years ago in college had told him that an earring in the left ear designated a straight guy, in the right ear, a gay guy. So he devised this association to remember which is which although he had never considered being gay as wrong.

So the guy sitting across from him is gay. Probably. What's more important for Eddie, the guy is hot.

And he seems interested.

And, above all, Eddie is bored.

Eddie winks at the guy. There is a startled look as the guy quickly glances around him to check if anyone has seen the wink. Then he glances again at Eddie's bulge, looks back up at Eddie's face, smiles and returns the wink.

There is an empty seat next to Eddie. Without hesitation, the guy leaves his seat and steps across to the empty seat. Eddie straightens, pulling his legs back.

"Hi," the guy says as he settles down into the plastic seat, removing the earpiece.

"Hi," Eddie responds with a winning smile and extends his hand.

They shake.

Being Eddie, he keeps holding the guy's hand and presses on it meaningfully. "I'm Eddie."

"Jim."

"Good to meet you, Jim."

"Yea, same."

Jim glances down at Eddie's thighs and takes a deep breath. All the signs are there.

"So you are a runner, looks like," Eddie starts a conversation. He definitely wants Jim under him. Jim, with spread legs and inviting ass. Jim, hard and waiting, puckered hole ready to be fucked.

"Uhuh," Jim says in a mumble.

The knees touch. Neither man moves away. Eddie wishes they were alone. He would have pressed on Jim's knee, rubbed the inside of Jim's thigh, exposed Jim's ass, and fucked Jim's brains out, right there, over the seat. Eddie is developing a hard-on, his boredom fading away.

The guys get to talk in low tones, introduce each other and such, until finally, as Eddie's stop is approaching, Eddie says, "Hey, Jim, we could take this a bit further if you like. I get off here and my place is around a block and half away."

"Sounds like a good plan to me," Jim smiles.

They get off the train and walk to Eddie's apartment.

So far, nothing has been mentioned about sex. But it has been tacit, implied. The vibes between them are pregnant with sex. They are going to have sex. For why has Eddie offered to invite Jim to his place?

More telling, why has Jim accepted? And what have all those furtive glances at crotches been about?

Someone is going to get laid. Actually, two ones are going to get laid. Eddie's balls tingle with anticipation. No more boredom.

Inside the apartment, there are a few moments of hesitation, neither guy taking the first step towards the other. They stand facing each other in the hall, silent, but at the same time, fully knowledgeable of what is going to happen next.

Finally, Eddie gets hold of the moment. "Come in, Jim," he smiles. "Make yourself comfortable."

Jim nods, smiles back, and walks into the sitting room. He sits down on the sofa facing the TV set, his legs spread, his hands resting on his thighs, palms down. Eddie follows but doesn't sit down.

"Can I offer you anything to drink?" Eddie asks, standing inches away from Jim, his crotch in line with Jim's face. Jim is gazing at Eddie's crotch. As if in slow motion, Jim moves one hand and places it on the front of Eddie's running shorts, feeling the masculinity inside. Eddie looks down, starting to erect.

"Water, please," Jim says, as he runs his hand over the hardening meat.

Eddie looks down at the groping hand and then at Jim. "You like?" he asks with a smirk.

Of course, Jim likes. Jim likes a lot. He squeezes Eddie's cock. Smiles. "Yes."

"Let me get you the water," Eddie moves away teasingly, his cock now tenting the shorts. Inviting.

Tantalizing.

Jim follows, watching the firm muscles of Eddie's butt as they walk to the small kitchenette.

"Ice?" Eddie looks back at Jim as he reaches for a glass.

"Yes, please." Jim is now totally excited. He approaches and wraps his arms around Eddie's waist, pressing his front on Eddie's back, his cock also hard and throbbing against the hot butt. Eddie grinds back on the cock as he pours water in the glass.

"Here you go," Eddie moves a step away from the embrace, one more time teasing.

Jim takes the glass and drinks. For no reason, Eddie starts to feel uncomfortable. This is too easy. A couple of looks on the subway, an invitation, and this guy who Eddie knows nothing about is in his kitchenette, with sex strongly in the air. Jim is very attractive, but this is a first for Eddie. He has never picked up a stranger on an impulse, has invited him to his home, and a half hour later has been thinking about fucking him.

Eddie's boredom is back. He can't do this. He doesn't like it at all. He thinks hard of a way to get rid of the guy. He finally decides to be blunt.

"Well, Jim," Eddie fakes a smile. "It's been nice meeting you." Eddie walks to the door in a clear signal that this is it. Jim doesn't move.

Eddie opens the door, expecting Jim to leave.

"You want me to leave?" Jim says, raising his eyebrows.

Duh, thinks Eddie as he nods his head.

"But..." Jim hesitates. "But I thought..." There is a look of disappointment on Jim's face, also a glint of anger, Eddie detects.

Eddie is also disappointed. But he has made up his mind. No matter how bored, no matter how cute the guy is, it can't be like this.

With heavy steps, Jim walks over to the sofa, picks up his pack and moves to the door. In a flash, before Eddie realizes what's happening, Jim draws out a knife from his backpack and holds it at Eddie's waist, the point almost pricking shirt and flesh.

"Close the fucking door," Jim hisses.

Eddie is taken by surprise. He doesn't know what to do. He is not really scared; shocked maybe, but not really scared. Jim, although sticking a knife to his side, doesn't look that threatening. Besides, Eddie knows he can take Jim, knife and all. Slowly, he closes the door.

Jim reaches his other hand and pulls Eddie inside towards the sofa.

"I came for a fuck, man," he says, keeping the knife close to Eddie's body. "If I can't get into your pants, perhaps I can get into your wallet. Give me all the cash that you have."

Eddie, instinctively, punches Jim in the face, hard, as he quickly steps back from the knife.

"Awww..." Jim screams as he drops the knife and grabs at his face. "You fucking broke my nose, man."

"Now get the fuck out," Eddie says, kicking the knife away from Jim.

"You know I will be back, don't you?" Jim croaks, his hand pressed onto his face. "And next time, with a fucking gun. I will fuck you and then kill you. You know that, don't you?"

Jim reaches the door and opens it, walking backwards.

"You know what, fucker?" Eddie rushes at Jim, pulls him back into the apartment by the hair and throws him onto the couch. "It's me who will do the fucking," Eddie starts ripping Jim's clothes off.

"And when I finish fucking your bitch, sorry ass, you will come back not to kill me but to get fucked, again, over and over. But then, I will not fuck you. I will jack off inches away from you as you drool over my cock, but never fuck you. Bitch!"

Eddie rapes Jim, violently, mercilessly, bending him over. This is totally out of character. He rides Jim's ass doggy, pulling on Jim's hair, hard-slapping Jim's exposed butt cheeks, as he plows in and out of Jim's fuck hole. He doesn't waste much time in pleasantries. His cock splits Jim's ass with force, hurting him, and he dumps his load deep into Jim's bowels before he lets go.

As he slides out of Jim's ass, he slaps his butt hard. "Now get out."

Jim remains where he is, his ass dripping cum, his face covered with tears, a thread of blood streaming from his nose where Eddie has punched him. He turns around to look at Eddie.

"I'm sorry, man. I wouldn't hurt you. I was just... desperate. Fuck me again. Please. Eddie, please, fuck me. You're still hard. Shove it back."

Jim looks pathetic, begging to be fucked after having just been raped. And it is true: Eddie is still hard, his cock vertical, dripping cum.

Eddie feels bad as he pulls up his shorts.

"Please?" Jim repeats.

Eddie does fuck Jim again, more than once, throughout the night.

Eddie and Jim are still together as lovers, but in a way, Eddie is still bored.

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