Chris First Con Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between males over the age of majority. Characters in this story are fictional, real-life resemblances are purely coincidental. I tried to remove any reference to any existing real-life event or group, but please let me know if you feel I have missed anything.
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Chapter 1: Thursday
I didn’t think much of it, I replied to his post on the LEGO fan conference's Facebook page back in February looking for a roommate and we seemed like a decent match. His name was Peyton and he was from Tacoma Washington. Both of us were 20 and it would be our first time attending Mile High Brickspo at the convention center near Denver Airport. His Facebook page had little to look at, and I think it was locked down. Just what looked like his Senior High School picture in a Carhartt Jacket and a John Deere cap. The hat and loose clothing hid the features I look for in an attractive guy, like if he had a slim build like me and his hair. I considered adding him as a friend after talking to him on Messenger, but I didn’t want him to think I was creepy, so I just Venmoed him the $300 for my half of the 3 nights and didn’t talk to him again until 2 weeks ago.
My name is Chris, and I just completed my 2nd year at CU Boulder majoring in Mechanical Engineering. I think I’m moderately good-looking with dark chestnut hair, deep blue eyes, a twinkish body at 140 lbs, and 5’9” tall. I am pretty straight-acting and haven’t come out of the closet to my family yet. I don’t feel I need to as I’ve just been casually fooling around with some guys on campus using Grindr. With my finals written, I finally had time to complete the project I wanted to display at Brickspo: A diorama of German Tank Ace Michael Wittmann’s Tiger I tank at the Battle of Villers-Bocage. It’s not that big, about 2 by 3 baseplates, but packed with lots of detail of an urban WWII battle with a Tiger I and a Sherman Firefly tank.
If majoring in History didn’t make your likely career path a teacher, I probably would have chosen it over Mechanical Engineering because I’m a huge Military History buff and enjoy playing World War II games. I still decided to take some history classes at CU and might even try to use the credits toward a minor. Growing up I had a huge LEGO collection, but into my teens, I started saving up for customized LEGO military kits from Blockmania. Some of these kits are over $500, and the Tiger I model that is the basis of my diorama was $400. Luckily, my dad gave me lots of hours last summer as a lot jockey at the Ford dealership where he is the Service Manager, and I was able to afford that kit and have some spending money for college. My parents think I’m crazy for spending a whole weekend and hundreds of dollars doing this LEGO thing, but I won’t be able to next year as I’ll likely be doing an internship after 3rd year during summer break.
I should be outside enjoying a sunny late spring day. Still, here I am, a total dork waiting in the lobby of the Crowne Plaza Denver Airport with a small suitcase and my Tiger diorama packed away neatly in a box strapped to a foldaway cart. Driving up from Castle Rock, I realize I could just commute from home, but I want to make the full experience of it. Peyton said his flight was arriving around noon, but we only talked via Messenger. I still have his number from when I Venmoed him, but again he might think it was creepy if I just texted him to ask where he was.
Crap, I should have just offered to pick him up at the airport and that way I wouldn’t have to worry about getting my truck towed before Peyton checks in. Why didn’t I think of that? Technically he’s a guest here from another state and I’m the host only living 30 miles away, even if this still is my first con.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I just about jump out of the armchair I’ve sat my ass for the last 45 minutes in. I look at my phone and see it’s from Messenger.
Peyton Mullins: Hey Chris! Just off the plane, hopping in a taxi and I think the con is just around the corner? See you in 10 minutes, maybe 20 max ok?
Yeah, I’m already here. I’ll be on the couches by the front desk. I message back.
About 15 minutes later I see someone come in through the front doors of the hotel in a thick brown Carhartt Jacket and blue jeans with a big suitcase. I’m pretty sure it’s Peyton and fuck, he’s gorgeous. Peyton is exactly 6 feet tall, I can tell from the measuring tape on the edge of the doorway to the lobby. His face is smooth and unblemished with an amazing jawline and clean-cut light brown hair. There’s this country boy look to him that I instantly adore, but he cleans up nicely.
Getting out of the chair, I pull my gold Colorado Buffaloes shirt over my cargo pants to hide my now visible erection and make my way with my bag and cart towards the front desk struggling to come up with my opening line.
“Hey, you’re Peyton, right? Did you wear that on the plane? Aren’t you hot?” I cringe when I say the word ‘hot’. Yes, I think Peyton is hot, but I’m not trying to make it obvious I’m coming onto him the instant we meet.
“Chris?” Peyton turns his head toward me and stops dead in his tracks. His voice isn’t as deep as I thought it would be for someone who dresses that way, but it is masculine. He holds out his hand, and we shake, it’s soft and gentle. He told me he is an Apprentice Electrician and I’m surprised he keeps such good care of his hands and skin.
“Yeah!!” I say over-enthusiastically. “Welcome to Colorado! Have you been to Denver before?”
“Nah,” Peyton shakes his head. “First time here, and I got my LEGO passport for when you take me to the store tomorrow!”
I snort a bit to myself. He’s a total dork like me, but I am at most at 7/10 on the looks scale while Peyton is 9/10, at least in my books. I feel lucky that I’m going to spend the next three days with him.
“I guess I can take off my jacket,” Peyton says and starts to remove his jacket to show off his somewhat skinny almost hairless arms poking out of the peach-colored American Eagle t-shirt he is wearing. I’m enthralled and hope to see more layers come off when we get to our room.
“Let’s get us checked in, you parked your car here, right?” Peyton asks.
“Yep!” I nod and follow him to the front desk. While he’s busy with the front desk lady I wonder what we must look like to her? Boyfriends? Is Peyton out of my league? She probably doesn’t think we’re boyfriends as his reserved room has two queen beds.
“Chris?” Peyton snaps me back to the present reality.
“Oh, what?” I clear my throat.
“Your last name, vehicle make, model, and plate.” The lady at the front desk repeats.
“Riddel. It’s a blue Ford Maverick, Colorado 688-YWK.” I grin.
“You drive a truck?” Peyton looks at me somewhat surprised.
“If you could call it that.” I chuckle.
The clerk hands Peyton two room keys and the wifi password. After checking into the hotel we head to the conference center to the registration desk and get our swag. I ordered printed 1x8 bricks with my full name and another that says ‘CU Boulder’. Somewhat boring I know, but I’m new to this social scene and I don’t have a nickname for myself yet. Glancing over I see Peyton has bricks with his name and another one that just says ‘Madison’.
Peyton already seems to have a brick badge from a previous LEGO Con and I watch as he puts the new Mile High Brickspo 2024 brick over his SEATAC LUG (LEGO User Group) brick.
“How do you put these on?” I ask Peyton, holding out the two bricks and holder they gave me at the check-in desk.
“It’s a magnet bud!” Peyton laughs at me. “Don’t they teach you anything in college? Usually, you put a 1x8 plate in between here like mine. He peels off the backing of the magnet for me and sticks it on my name brick badge. Without asking me first, Peyton reaches through the neck hole of my t-shirt to pin my new name badge on me, touching my breast.
I freeze and feel lightheaded, Peyton notices me going pale and apologizes. “Sorry, Chris I should have asked you first if you wanted me to do that.” He straightens out the badge on my chest and clears his throat.
“No, that’s ok,” I mutter. “Let’s just drop my stuff under a table and I’ll set it up tomorrow after we return from the LEGO store.”
I spot the only familiar face I know, Adam, inside the conference hall. Adam also goes to CU Boulder, but he’s 26 and a Master's Chemistry student, so I don’t see him on campus as we are in different social circles. I should say he’s in a different social circle and I’m pretty much a loner. I was diagnosed with high-functioning autism or what used to be called Asperger's in elementary school. Adam told me there’s a fair amount of neurodivergent people who have LEGO as their hobby and he’s the one who convinced me to join Front Range LUG and come out to this con. I would have gladly roomed with Adam, but he only booked a room for him and his girlfriend this weekend.
Peyton follows me as I walk toward Adam setting up his spaceship in the space section. It’s a reimagining of Benny’s spaceship from The LEGO Movie only in Blacktron colors.
“Chris! Good to see you here! How’d your finals go?” Adam looks up at us as we approach. Adam is someone I would have been good friends with in high school if we were the same age, slightly taller than Peyton with curly brown hair and glasses. He’s not the type of guy I’m attracted to, but I admit I’m jealous. Adam is even more of a LEGO fan than me and manages to have a steady girlfriend. He started a small LEGO fan group on campus and that’s how I met him in my Freshman year.
“Great! I’ve been so excited about this though, I was up until 3 AM finishing my MOC (My Own Creation) because my last Bricklink order didn’t come in until Tuesday!” I reply.
“Is that it?” Adam looks at the cart.
“Yeah, I’ll put it out tomorrow, it’s not that big so I’ll let people with bigger stuff set up first.” I look back at Peyton and wonder if he needs to set up his stuff now.
“Who is your friend?” Adam glances at Peyton behind me.
“This is Peyton, he’s from Seattle, we’re roomies this weekend.” I grin.
“Tacoma!” Peyton corrects me, looking somewhat annoyed.
“Nice to meet you, Peyton. Did you build something for SPACEEEEEE.” Adam imitates his best Benny the Master Builder Spaceman voice from the movie.
“No sorry, I build Technic.” Peyton shrugs.
“Awesome, I mean everything is awesome, Technic too!” Adam laughs and gets up to retrieve something out of his pocket. “Chris, as a probationary member you can wear this now.” I reach over the table and Adam hands me a green 1x8 brick engraved with ‘Front Range LUG’
“Thanks!” I say adding the brick to my name badge. “I’m going to hide my box and drop our stuff in the room. We’ll see you at the Meet and Greet tonight?”
“Sure thing!” Adam sits back down to continue making minor adjustments to his ship, while I hide my box near the historical section and head back to the hotel with Peyton.
“Sorry, I’m such a moron, I didn’t even ask you what you were building!” I tell Peyton as we ride up the elevator to our room.”
“It’s a Toyota Tundra, well I hope it’s still a Toyota Tundra and it survived in my bag. Those baggage handlers are crazy.”
“Yeah. I hope mine made it in one piece too, trying to build something that looks like a ruined building and figuring out how to transport it stumped me for a bit. Luckily my dad has lots of bubble wrap from work.” I reply as we get out of the elevator.
The hotel room looks decent for $200 a night. While it is somewhat of an older hotel, it’s a step up from my last dorm room in Boulder. Peyton puts his bag on the bed closest to the bathroom and I take my bag to the other bed.
“We got nothing until 6 right?” Peyton yawns as he opens his suitcase and takes out some clothes. “I’m gonna shower, gotta be fresh for the ladies tonight!”
“Yeah, it’s a 6.” I nod my head trying to hide my disappointment. The asshole is straight, who else would Madison be but a girlfriend? Does he want to talk to other girls tonight too? Adam told me more girls joined Front Range LUG when the TV show LEGO Masters came out, but there’s still a huge male-to-female discrepancy.
I remove my laptop from my backpack and start loading up a Hell Let Loose online WWII game match. Why do I always fall for the straight ones I think to myself as I kick off my shoes and lie back in the bed. Even if he liked dudes why would he be interested in a nerd like me? Yes, I’m the Christopher Riddel who only comes out of his dorm room for class and to eat. Yeah, I’m the Christopher Riddel who spent his spring break building the 9000-piece LEGO Titanic set.
With the shower going I can hear Peyton talking to himself loudly, no wait… he’s singing. I turn down the laptop's volume, which is humming with the engine of the Panzer II tank I’m trying to drive in my computer game to listen to him belt out a verse.
🎵Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon
Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
Miami, my Amy
You sure got this ol' boy hurtin' up here in Tennessee🎵
He is truly a country boy I guess, it was obvious from the way he dresses, probably also why he was interested when I mentioned my wanna-be pickup truck.
When the shower turns off, I turn the volume back up on my computer and try to pretend I wasn’t listening to him. Peyton exits the bathroom in a light green Under Armour t-shirt and shiny silver Champion basketball shorts with white sides. I try not to notice him out of the corner of my eye, but I can’t resist. He’s dreamy, and it doesn’t help that he’s walking around barefoot. I thought I was over him when he made it clear he was straight, but he about melted my heart when I heard his singing voice.
“Whatcha doing?” Peyton walks between the two beds and flicks his finger at my foot through my plain white Nike socks.
“Nothing, just getting in some game time before dinner.” I’m in the middle of a full-on assault in-game now, and some dude is barking out orders over the voice channel.
“What game is it?” Peyton crawls into my bed beside me to look at the screen on his stomach. What the fuck is wrong with this kid, does he not understand personal boundaries and it might make sense to ask me first? Not that I’m going to complain as I admire his sexy round bubble butt accentuated by the shiny material of his basketball shorts. I have to move over to make room for him beside me and almost crash into a tree while driving.
“Oh neat, looks a bit more realistic than COD.” He comments.
“It is, it’s Hell Let Loose.”
Peyton turns onto his back and continues to watch the match, I’ve only met this guy 2 hours ago and he’s sending me so many mixed signals. He mentions girls but touches me and crawls into my bed with me without asking. Even if he is hopelessly straight at least we have similar taste in video games and he’s an AFOL (Adult Fan of LEGO). I sense my cock twitching in my black Nike boxer briefs as I feel Peyton’s soft skin touching my arm next to me.
“Dang! Cold-blooded!” Peyton exclaims as he watches my crew mow down some clueless infantry that darts out in front of our tank. The same gunner also starts to hum Panzerlied over voice chat and I look over at Peyton who is scratching his balls through the shiny fabric of his shorts still looking at the game.
I grit my teeth and pretend to look back at my screen trying to concentrate on the match, but it’s starting to get hopeless. Peyton bangs his barefoot against my ankle and my pulsating cock can’t take much more of him stirring beside me.
He moves his arm and his elbow nudges the laptop over so that Peyton sees my very visible erection tenting in my cargo pants. “Hey, Chrissy’s got a stiffy!” Peyton chuckles.
“Fuck off!” I snap back and instantly regret my overreaction “Sorry, just don’t call me Chrissy.” I say hoping he doesn’t leave from beside me.
He doesn’t, admittedly I would have been the one to get up first if it was anyone but him.
"What's wrong Chris?" Peyton asks, still laughing. "You're mad because you got a boner for me?"
My tank crew is yelling at me over voice chat as the tank is not moving, but I don’t care about the game anymore. I take the laptop off my chest and push it to the other side of the bed. “If I was, what does it matter? You’re straight, who is Madison anyway?”
“Who said anything about being straight? You were creeping on what I printed on my brick badges huh? Madison is my little niece silly!” Peyton pushes me playfully on the shoulder.
I see my tank crew is voting to kick me from the game, so I just close the laptop screen and force my computer into hibernation mode so Peyton can have my full attention. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to figure you out. Then you reach into my shirt without asking but mention trying to hit on girls tonight before your shower!”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry too, I was just saying that to get a feel for you. I didn’t mean to lead you on and then confuse you, I was just trying to see what your reaction might be when I mentioned girls.
I let out a contented sigh, Peyton wants what I want too. I’m the luckiest guy in the world, and he’s already in my bed. I roll onto my side to face him and look into his sky-blue eyes. “So, if you’re not straight, you’re gay like me then?” I ask.
“No shit, Sherlock, you got it!” He smiles.
“It wasn’t obvious, your clothes are straight out of Tractor Supply and you seem to like pickup trucks. You were also singing about a girl in the shower!” I shake my head.
“I also played baseball and was in FFA in high school.” He shrugs. “But you probably didn’t figure that out. How about you, you were tough to read, you barely look people in the eyes when talking to them, and when I was trying to open up to you now that we’re all alone all you can do is play your game.”
“Well, it wasn’t because of you. I’m like that with everyone, I’m an extreme introvert, and when you said you were getting ready for the girls, I felt so shitty that’d I’d never get this chance.
“Damn Chris, I guess touching you without asking was not the brightest idea. I’m sorry I pushed your boundaries like that. Are you ok with stuff like this though?” Peyton grabs my left hand and squeezes it, I squeeze his thumb back and move closer to embrace him. We start french kissing and I’m lost in his mouth instantly. He’s so smooth and the smell of his fresh body spray is intoxicating.
I feel Peyton trying to lift my shirt and I want his off too, we release each other to take off our clothes but he leaves on his basketball shorts and I keep on my black Nike boxer briefs. Crawling back over to him, I see his chest is amazingly smooth and I can only see a faint happy trail that leads from his belly button to the waistband of the shorts. I start stroking his cock through the sexy fabric of his shiny Champion basketball shorts and he moans and slips his soft hands into my briefs, grasping my hardening cock.
Some of his precum starts to seep through the shiny polyester fabric of the shorts and he starts thrusting up into my hand. I want to taste him now, so I crawl over Peyton and face his smooth legs as I extricate his cock from the polyester prison by pulling away the waistband. Peyton obliges by lifting his butt up and I pull the shorts down to his thighs.
I’m in awe as I admire Peyton’s dick for the first time. He isn’t massive, but it’s not something to laugh at either. He’s about 6 inches fully hard as I stroke his now free circumcised cock with one hand straddling over him.
Peyton wants my dick out too, and his hands start pulling down my Nike underwear. I let go of his dick to remove them and shuck them off my body. Now that I’m naked except for my socks, I bend down back over his cock to take him into my mouth.
We start to full-on 69 as I wrap my lips around his erect cock while he thrusts upward and he begins to caress my dick and balls above his head. Since he’s taller than me, Peyton has to pull my body back slightly by gripping me on my hips before he can take as much of my dick into his mouth.
Now that he’s inside of me and I’m inside of him, I moan with his cock in my mouth and start face fucking him when I feel his warm mouth envelop me. As we continue our wild and passionate 69, I thrust my hips down again and again, meeting his forceful twists and turns into my shaft. Peyton’s warm tongue dances around the sensitive head of my dick, sending me into overdrive.
Our bodies twine together in a messy tangle of limbs, skin, and desire. Peyton's hands explore the muscles of my back and chest, his fingers tracing the contours of my body as if trying to memorize every curve.
Peyton’s moans grow louder as I feel his throat spasming around my shaft, the sensation incredibly intense and arousing. I pull back, swirling my saliva around his dick as I pull away. “It’s okay, you can cum,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above his gasps, then take him back into my wet mouth.
I feel the tension in his body release as the first spurt of his warm cum erupts into the back of my throat. I catch it with my tongue and swallow, savoring the taste of this twink country boy all to myself. He grunts with my cock in his mouth, his gasps for air, and the next wave of his release hits me, filling me to the brim as he virtually floods my mouth.
I pull my lips away, allowing his dick to slide out of my mouth with a wet pop. A string of cum stretches between us, and I grin as I use my fingers to trace it back to his cock covered in my saliva and his spunk.
He pulls my body back over his mouth and I continue to thrust down into his face. As I feel his tongue swirl around the head of my dick, I know that we’ve found something special. Peyton is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
I let out a groan, feeling the edge of my orgasm getting closer and closer. I can feel my balls tightening, and the pleasure building with every thrust. I know this is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for.
Peyton’s tongue rhythmically flicks over the sensitive spot just underneath the head of my dick, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The desire to cum becomes too much to bear, I can’t take it any longer.
I thrust my hips down one last time, my cock slamming into Peyton’s mouth as my orgasm takes over. I feel my dick twitch and throb as I release wave after wave of my hot, sticky cum into his waiting mouth then collapse next to him.
We both lay there, exhausted and panting. I listen to him catch his breath as I gaze at his smooth legs in front of me. This was the most exhilarating moment of my life, and I hope we can have something even more unforgettable together this weekend.
After lying head-to-toe for what feels like an eternity, I finally get up on my knees. Peyton's eyes are shut and his arousal has subsided. Carefully, I cover him with the sheets and pull his shorts back up to his waistline. Snuggling close to him, I feel myself succumbing to exhaustion and soon drift off to sleep.