Out of the car and heading to the door that led to the house, Jeff pulled off his t-shirt, kicked off his flip-flops, and proceeded to push his shorts down and off.
Then he saw me, grinned, and said, "Sorry, force of habit. I usually strip as soon as I can. If I had my way, I would drive around naked!" My cock had gone down on the ride home, but it was stirring again, as I looked at Jeff's ass up close. I could see the hair along his crack, making a darker line there.
He turned around with his hands spread. "Does it bother you that I am naked? If it does, I'll put my shorts back on. I want you to feel comfortable, so just tell me if it is a problem."
I was transfixed by his body. Up close and naked! I wanted to grab him and explore every inch of him. I mentally shook my head, and tried to form an answer. "Ah, it's your house, so you do what you want to do," I said, trying to get it all out coherently.
"Great! Thanks! I really prefer this way, but put on clothes, well at least shorts, when someone comes by. At least that's what I did up at the cabin. I had to wear clothes when I went out on a hike through the brush to get to the study area. But if I didn't have to go too far once I got there, I would strip down. And the same around the cabin.
"I kept a pair of shorts, probably these (he held them up), so that if someone dropped by, I could grab them and put them on." I was still mesmerized by his wonderful body.
He turned and climbed the two steps into his house. I was watching his ass flex, as he moved. Amazing!
Inside, he turned again towards me and said, "Hey, if you want to get comfortable, go ahead. Kick off your shoes and socks, pull off your shirt, or everything, if that's what you want." His Vegas lights smile was back.
I managed to toe off my shoes, then awkwardly reached down and pulled off my socks. I looked at my white, scrawny feet, and then at his. His seemed to radiate masculinity, and there were little bits of hair on the top of some of his toes.
"Great!" he said, "How about the shirt?" he said, with a hopeful look on his face.
"Nah, I would be embarrassed," I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about; it's just us chickens, as my grandfather used to say."
Sweat was trickling down from my armpits. Do I or don't I? Should I or shouldn't I?
Fuck it! I thought, and pulled off my shirt. "Way to go," he said, as I began pulling it off. As soon as it was off, I crossed my arms across my chest again. I was definitely embarrassed. My scrawny pale body compared to his fit athletic body - I mean who wouldn't be?
"Hey, don't be ashamed of your body." Then very seriously he said, "NEVER be ashamed of your body, or yourself!"
For some reason, that seemed to comfort me; kind of like something a brother or a father would say. So I lowered my arms, and felt the sweat in my armpits.
My cock was still pointed up, but I had no fear of it peaking over the top of my shorts, because it wasn't that big. But Jeff stood there, looking me up and down. "You're cute!" he said, with a genuine smile.
If I had heard that from some kid in high school, I would certainly have taken it as sarcasm. I blushed from toes to ears at the remark. No one ever thought or said I was cute! I mean, yeah, my mom did when I was little, but I don't ever remember it from 14 or 15 on.
"Yeah, right," I managed.
"No, I'm serious. I think you look cute. You have that schoolboy look. If you had red hair and freckles, I would think you were some kid from an English boarding school. I mean that in a nice way, really. You just have that every day school boy look, and I think it's cute."
"Uh huh," I said, and then pointed at him, and I don't know how I managed it, but I said, "No, you are handsome. All athletic, tan, toned, and wonderful," as I swallowed hard.
He held his arms out wide, and looked from one side to the other of himself. "Yeah, thanks, but that's just pretty much how I am built. I don't do a lot to keep my body this way; it is just genetics."
He looked back at me. "Really; and I am not fishing for compliments, here. I am just trying to see myself through your eyes." He smiled, and turned around. "I can see myself in a mirror, but I just see what I always see."
I stood captivated by his body, as he turned and let me take it all in. My cock was twitching and telling me that it wanted attention, and that what I was seeing was having an effect on it. I swallowed again, and realized how dry my mouth was.
He was back facing me, and I scanned him from his feet up, slowing down at that amazing crotch, and then up to his face. He was looking at me. "I see scars, bumps, blemishes, and all when I look. Like this scar here on my knee." He lifted up his knee, which brought it within 3 inches of me, and pointed to a tiny scar about half an inch long.
"That?s where I cut my knee after jumping over a fence, and had to have stitches." Then he turned and pointed to his left butt cheek. "See, I have this birthmark, or something, there." It was a slightly darker spot, on his evenly tanned ass, about the size of a dime. Since he was inviting me to stare, I took in his ass, and looked it all over. I loved the hairy crack! I wanted to bury my nose in it! I wanted to taste it!
He faced forward again, and moved his face up close and turned a bit. He pointed to a spot below his ear, and almost to his hair line. "See, I have this bump right here." Again, it was hardly noticeable, and less that a dime-sized bump.
"I have this crease in the top of my skull." He took my hand, and I felt an electric shock jolt through my body. He brought it up to his head and placed it there, then moved it until it was in the spot he wanted. "Feel that?" He ran my hand back and forth. I could feel the crease, but it was getting foggy to concentrate, with such a sensory overload. Touching him, smelling him, and being in such close-proximity to him was driving me wild.
He dropped my hand back down, and stepped back a bit. "And, I kinda wish I hadn't been circumcised as a kid," he said, looking at his crotch, then taking his dick in hand and looking at the head. "I always wondered what it would feel like, if I had that extra bit of skin."
He looked up at me and grinned. "How about you? Are you circumcised, or cut, as they say?"
It really took several seconds to process the question, because I was still fixated on his dick that he was showing off. "I'm, ah, circumcised."
"Yeah, and don't you kind of wonder what it would be like if you weren't?"
He was back on that intimate subject that made me uncomfortable. I could only nod. My cock was now rigid and wanting attention. Could I go off to his bathroom and jerk off? Could I come up with an excuse to go back to my place so I could do it there?
"Some of the guys that I played around with weren't circumcised, and I asked them what it was like. One said he didn't know because he didn't know what it was like without it, but said that the feeling of sliding that skin back and forth felt good. He said he had to keep it clean, making sure to pull back the skin when he showered."
I was off in the video player in my head, seeing Jeff playing with a guy's uncut cock. My pulse was racing, as the images ran through my mind, and my dick was pulsating as well.
"He let me feel it and stretch it out. It was warm and flexible, kind of like an eyelid." He laughed, and said, "And I hope you don't think I am perverted, or anything, but one time - doesn't that sound like 'one time at band camp?? One time, we were jerking off together, and he showed me how to do this docking thing. Have you ever heard of it?" Without waiting for my answer, he said, "You stand facing each other, and stick the heads of your two dicks together, head to head. Then he pulled his foreskin up and over the head of my dick! What an awesome feeling!"
Oh fuck! I was shooting in my pants! I hadn't even touched myself, but the visualization of what he was saying pushed way too many buttons, and I was gone! My eyes rolled up, and I shuddered.
I think he thought I was having a fit or something. "Hey, you okay?" He had moved forward and was holding me up, shaking me a bit. That only made my heart race faster.
"Yeah," I managed, "Just got a bit dizzy there for a moment."
He led me over to the chair in front of his laptop, and sat me down. "I'll go get a wet washcloths for you."
I was so embarrassed. Fortunately, I was wearing underwear, and it was soaking up the majority of the blast. When he brought the washcloth, I dropped it in my lap, so it made a wet spot, which kind of hid the one I had made. "No, wipe your face with it," he said, reaching into my crotch to pick up the cloth. He brought it to my face, and then I took it and wiped my face. It was refreshing, but I hadn't had a dizzy spell.
"Thanks," I muttered. He stood up, which put his crotch in direct line with my face. I was mere inches from it. I was fascinated with the details of his cock and how it laid over the top of his balls; and that kinky blond pubic bush . . . I just wanted to stick my nose in there and get lost in the scents.
"Sure, no problem." I handed him back the washcloth, and he moved back a little, and asked, "Does this happen often, these dizzy spells?"
"No, not normally," I said, now thoroughly embarrassed.
"Okay, so thank you for the compliment, anyway; it was nice of you. But I just think of me as me, nothing special. Sorry about the TMI with the foreskin and all. I just tend to get carried away!"
I looked up his body again; he was smiling as he said, "But, you. I really mean it; you are darn cute! You are perfect the way you are, and you also know that you can make changes to it, if YOU want. You can swim or jog, but I am not saying you need to do any of those things."
He smiled again, and rubbed his hand across my shoulders. "Well, maybe a little sun?" he said. His touch was electrifying. His hand felt so warm and so nice. Couldn't we just go to bed and let that continue on and on, forever? I blushed again.
My cock was swollen again, and I was having visions of us in bed, but I managed, "Yes, you certainly have that all over tan."
Chuckling, he said, "Well, that's because I spent so much time naked at the cabin! I want do some work in the backyard, and I want to work naked, so I can keep the tan, but I don't know what the neighbors might say."
He ruffled my hair. "I know you are okay with it!"
Being so close to him was intoxicating. "Okay, let's look at these calendars." He bent over me, and clicked the mouse to open his calendar. His body was now between me and the laptop. I was inches from his back, and his dick was practically in my lap.
I closed my eyes, and inhaled a deep breath, savoring the smell of him. All the scents intertwined. It was amazing! There was a clean, piney smell that had to be his soap, and then a musty smell that had to be pure Jeff.
"Here, what do you think?" He stood up, and bumped my head, that had been lowered over his back. "Sorry," he said as he stood back an inch. His crotch was still less than a foot away from my face.
"So, next weekend or the following weekend would be great," he said. "Do you know if you have anything planned?" I knew I had nothing; I never had anything planned, except to go to the movies, grab a pizza, and do some on line gaming. However, I pulled out my phone and looked at it, as if I might have something.
"That's cool; you have your calendar on your phone?"
"Yes, you should be able to do it on yours. Do you want me to help you get it set up?" I looked at my calendar, trying not to let him see that there was nothing on it.
"That would be great. I am sure it's pretty simple, but I just never took the time to do it."
"Either weekend works for me," I said.
"Great! Let's do it next weekend. Can you get off from work early? We can get up there before dark, and get everything set up." He was certainly excited about it. I thought of a whole weekend up close and personal with a naked Jeff, and thought I must be in a very elaborate gay dream!
He started bouncing around the room, listing off things he would need to do, and what he would have to get, etc. I enjoyed watching him move, watching his dick bounce as he did.
"Let's see, do you have a sleeping bag? If not, I have an extra. And what kind of food do you like? I mean we can do steaks, chicken, or are you only into fish?" I didn't have time to answer, as he was just running off at the mouth.
"And hiking shoes? Do you have some? What size are you? Because I might have some that would fit you." He laughed, "Because that's about all I wore on a regular basis around the cabin!" Again, images of him naked in the outdoors just made my pulse race.
"Hey, come on back here and let's see if these will fit you." He started walking down the hallway. "Oh, and you can see what I have done with the place."
"This is the bedroom, and the bath." He turned into the bathroom. "Got to get rid of some of that coffee. How about you? Do you need to go as well?"
He stood in front of the toilet and let go a powerful stream of piss. I wanted to watch, but I didn't want to stare at him pissing, so I mumbled, "No, I'm fine," and walked down the hall a bit, and worked to rearrange my growing cock during this time away from him.
He must have pissed for a full minute, before I heard the stream stop and the toilet flush. He came up behind me, put his hand on my back, and led me on to the next room.
"This is the workout room. I try to do a little every day, just to keep in shape." I could tell. "Do you work out?" he said, looking at me.
I managed some humor for a change, and said, "Do I look like I work out?" and laughed.
He looked me up and down and said, "Well, from the parts I can see, I guess it should be obvious, but you never know." He laughed. "Maybe you used to weigh 300 pounds and this is the result of your amazing workout routine."
I laughed. "Well, if you ever want to come over and work out or learn about it, just let me know." I looked out the window and saw the room in my house. I wanted to escape and get back where I could watch and jerk off.
"And this is the storage room, or the 'I don't know where to put it yet, room,?" he said, guiding me into the last room. "Let me look for those boots."
He walked over to one corner and squatted down over a box. That spread his crack wide, and I could see the hairy channel there. I wanted to bury my nose in that. I wanted to savor the smells, and, yes, even the tastes that were trapped in there. I squeezed my dick and pushed the head up towards the waistband of my shorts.
"Yeah, let's try these," he said, standing and turning at the same time. "And I found this pair of hiking shorts, which would be a lot better than those jeans shorts." He handed me a pair of nylon, or something, shorts. I didn't think they would fit; I assumed they would be too big around the waist.
"Sit on the bench in the workout room and try on the boots. I'll go get a pair of socks." I watched his ass flex, as he walked down the hall. I moved into the workout room, and sat on the bench. My dick was aching, because of being constrained in jeans, the way I had it arranged.
He came back with a pair of socks, handed them to me, and stood back while I put on the socks and tried on the shoes. I was thinking about the socks and boots having been on his feet, and that mine would soon be in the same place. It was pushing buttons again! The next step I could imagine was wearing a pair of his underwear, so my dick and balls could be in a place where his had been.
I managed to get the socks on, and then the boots. They were a surprisingly good fit! "Stand up and let me test the toes," he said, squatting down in front of me.
I stood, and he pressed in on the toes of the boots, looking up at me with his head about even with my crotch. I was afraid he was going to notice my dick. "Just right, here," he said, and then added, "How does it feel?"
My nerves were totally on edge, being so close to this perfect, naked man. "It feels great," I said, wondering if I meant the boots or being so close to him.
He grabbed me just above the knee and said, "And if you want a tan on these legs, I think we can work on that at the cabin." He stood up. "Now let's try on those shorts."
He stood there waiting for me. I stammered, "I'll try them on when I go home," I said, hoping I didn't sound like an idiot.
"Oh, a bit shy," he smiled, "Well, how about I leave the room while you try them on, and then you can let me know." He turned, and walked out of the room.
I was so nervous. Should I do this or not? How would I hide my raging hard on? What if I dripped precum on his shorts?
I sat down and took off the boots, leaving on the socks. "How are you doing in there?" he said, from down the hall.
"Getting the boots off right now," I said. My heart was pounding. I was going to be nearly naked in Jeff's house!
I stood up, with my back to the door, dropped my jeans shorts, saw the huge damp spot on the front of my briefs, and quickly grabbed his shorts to pull them on.
As I thought . . . they were a couple of inches too big. If I let go of the waist, they would fall to the floor.
"They're too big," I said, getting ready to switch back into my shorts.
"Let me see," he said, coming into the room. I pulled them up quickly and grasped the front of them to hide my dick, as well as keep them from falling down.
He walked up behind me and took hold of the waist. "Let go," he said, and pulled the waist out.
Shivering with nervousness, I released my death grip on the gathered fabric, but kept a hand on the shorts as insurance, in case he let go.
He pulled the waist out from the sides, and then at the back. "Ah, I see; yeah, not too much of an ass back here to keep them up, even if they had to ride low on the hips." I clinched my ass tightly at the thought of him looking at my thinly covered ass.
"A belt might help, but I guess you are just going to have to go naked," he laughed, as he let go of the shorts; but, fortunately, I still had hold of them.
"Okay, well, take those off. That's not going to work. I'll think about that." He didn't leave the room.
"Really," he said, in a slightly mocking voice, much like the commercial. "You have underwear on, so it's not like I am going to see your 'private parts' anyway." He laughed good-naturedly and added, "But if you need me to leave, I can. I'll go outside, and when you are done, come on out, and I'll show you the backyard."
I felt really dumb. "No, it's okay." I dropped his shorts, and hastily grabbed mine and pulled them up. While fastening the button, I adjusted myself, once again. I zipped up and turned. He was standing right behind me, smiling.
"I take that back; that is an ass." I blushed to the tips of my ears again, as he turned and went out the back door.
In the backyard, the bright sun shone on his naked body, highlighting the blond hair on his arms and legs. My cock lurched at the idea of him being outside naked! Fuck! He was so gorgeous.
"So, I have just my two lawn chairs, picnic table and BBQ grill right now, but I was thinking of trying to get some sort of deck built off the back. I think that it would have to be low, because, if I raised it any and then worked out here on it, the neighbors might complain about my nudity."
"You wouldn't complain would you?" He stood close to me, turned, and again held out his arms, as if it was an invitation for me to look at him.
Again, I felt my ears flush, but didn't think it would show in this bright sun. "Ah, no," I managed.
"I'd invite you to sit out here with me, but I am afraid you would burn. Do you have some sunscreen that you use?" He looked at me, and then added, "I think I have some, if you want to spend some time out here?"
"No; actually, I need to get home. I have something I need to do," I stammered.
"Oh, really?" he asked. "I was hoping we could spend the day together." He smiled, clapped me on the shoulder, and said, "How about dinner tonight? Want to grab a bite together?"
"Uhm, let me see what time I get done, and I'll let you know." I was making this up, as I went. I needed to get out of here before I shot another load into my shorts!
"Okay," and we walked back inside to the living room. He grabbed his phone and asked, "What's your number?"
"Why?" I said
"I'm going to call it, and then you'll have my number, and I'll have yours. You can give me a call later, if you want to get together for something to eat. We don't have to go out, we could BBQ in the back." The thought of him being naked in the backyard with me was wonderful, but I didn't think I could take a whole evening of it.
So I gave my number to him, while I was gathering up my t-shirt, shoes, and socks. I figured I'd just get over to my house as quickly as possible.
He opened the door for me, and stood there naked (!!!), while he continued talking to me. "Thanks for hooking up the internet for me. We can get together sometime to finish our plans for the weekend and the cabin," he smiled.
"Oh, and thank you for breakfast, and the boots, and all."
He snapped his fingers and said, "Hold on," as he ran down the hallway and then back; his dick bouncing around on his return. "Here's the boots. You can wear them around to get used to them before next weekend."
I still couldn't believe how he could just stand there naked with his door open. "I look forward to getting to know you better," he said, with sincerity.
"Me, too," I managed, before I bolted out the door and over to my place. I fumbled with my keys to get the front door unlocked. Inside, I dropped my clothes, and sprinted down to the computer room. I closed the drapes, and collapsed in the chair.
I frantically worked at my shorts, getting them off. I got them down to my ankles, and grabbed my dick. I pumped rapidly, and was soon was panting, as I approached the edge, that wonderful rush! Oh, fuck!
All I could do was think of his wonderful body; that wonderful dick and those bigs balls, and that hairy ass! Oh Shit! I was shooting away! Fuck! So far, that was twice today!
I was squeezing my dick, milking it for every drop. I didn't want the feeling to stop; and I thought I was going to pass out from the thought of spending a whole weekend with a naked Jeff!
I stretched, and yawned. Next thing I knew I was waking up, and it was late afternoon, if I could tell by the light. I wiggled the computer mouse, and saw that it was 4:15 pm.
Did I want to have dinner with Jeff? Did I want to spend more time up close to him? My dick said, "YES!!!"
A shiver ran up my spine, as I grabbed for my shorts so I could find my phone. My fingers were shaking as I hit 'dial' next to his number.
It rang a couple of times, and then I heard, "Hello?"
"Ah, this is Paul. I just wanted to see if you still wanted to do dinner tonight. I mean, if you have time or still want to?" I sounded like an idiot.
"Hey, Paul!" he sounded enthusiastic. "Yeah, let's do dinner!" He paused, and then said, "Come on over and we can figure out what we are going to do."
"Okay." I hadn't planned on that immediate of a response. "I'll, ah, be over in just a moment."
"Great! Just come on in, when you get here. I will be on the computer."
I wondered if he was still naked. I managed an, "Okay, I'll be right over."
I pressed, "End Call", and stood looking down at my rising cock. I was going to have to wear a jock tonight, if I had any hopes of constraining it.
I went into my bedroom and rooted through the dresser drawer until I found an old jock. I couldn't remember the last time I had worn it.
I pulled it on, adjusted my dick and my balls, and fixed the straps across my ass. It felt so strange to wear one of these. I laughed at the thought of Jeff seeing me in one. Paul in a jock; how oxymoronic was that?
Flashes of Jeff kept going through my mind, as I dressed for a casual dinner. Images of Jeff in the bright sunlight of the backyard, taking a leak in the toilet, squatting down in front of me, standing so close to me with his crotch nearly in my face, images of him "docking" with some stranger, or fooling around with the guys.
I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, to try and cool myself off. I decided to wear the hiking boots he wanted me to wear. Why I wanted to curry his favor was not lost on me; I wanted him to like me.
That made me think of his comment, calling me cute. Yeah, that was funny, but he seemed to have meant it. So I dressed casually, but neatly. I had on khaki's, a short-sleeve button up shirt, a t-shirt, and the hiking boots.
I headed over to his house, with my heart pounding away. I started to knock, but remembered what he said. So I opened the door, walked in, and said, "Hello?"
"At the computer," he called out, and I walked in to see him apparently wiping up his crotch. He laughed and said, "A couple of minutes earlier and you would have caught me ?in flagrante delicto,? or whatever it is called."
He dropped the shorts to the floor, and I saw his wet dick softening up, after what appeared to have been a jerk off session. "Just enjoying the connection to the web that you set up for me."
He looked at me, and said, "Look at you, all dressed up. Did you finish what you had to get done?"
He stood, and I had a difficult time moving my gaze from his glistening cock up to his face. "Ah, yes, I did, thank you," I managed.
"Well, come on back while I find something to wear." He looked back over his shoulders, as he moved into the hall. "That sounded like some kind of chick saying that." Then he went all falsetto and said, "I just don't have a thing to wear, I swear." I nearly died laughing, as he did this female impersonation.
He laughed as well. "Have a seat," he said, and motioned to the chair beside the closet. He opened the door and grabbed a pair of jeans, and pulled them on as I watched. As he pushed his equipment into his pants and zipped up, I thought about him going commando like that, and was I going to be able to smell his cum on him?
Then he pulled on a button up shirt. He left it unbuttoned, as he worried his feet into a pair of slip-on shoes. Finally, he put a wallet and keys into his pocket, stopped in the living room to grab his phone, and he was heading towards the garage.
He started up the car and backed out of the garage, almost before the door finished going up. He laughed, put the car into drive, pushed the garage remote, and headed off to town. He buttoned up the bottom buttons of his shirt as he stopped at a stop sign.
"So what shall it be? Mexican, Chinese, Italian, Japanese, steaks, BBQ, sushi, Indian, Fish & Chips, or hot pot?" I was amazed at his knowledge of foods; well, at least the types of food.
"They all sound good. Whatever, as long as it isn't too spicy," I said.
He looked at me and then back to the road. "Really? You would eat any of those?"
"Yeah, I like all kinds of foods!" And I do, but what I wanted to munch on was his ass! Oh fuck! I had to think of something else. So I said, "Sushi," just to prove I was adventuresome.
"Sushi it is!" he said, and turned right. He kept up a running dialogue during the drive, asking questions now and then that he didn't always give me a chance to answer.
"Raw fish! Way to go there, Paul. I figured you liked your meat raw!" He laughed, and asked, "Do you like all your meat raw?"
Before I could answer, "Well, we can prepare your meat anyway you want it when we are at the cabin," and, again, I wondered if he was putting a double meaning in there.
"So when did you start eating sushi? I was 10, I think, and my folks took me there. They never talked about it being raw or anything. We had one rule in our house. You had to at least taste it, but we were never forced to eat anything."
He chuckled, "Like I always say, you have to try everything once!" Again, was he doing a double meaning, or was it just my sex-crazed condition?
"We did all kinds of food growing up, and had lots of ethnic friends, but that didn't mean our Indian friends taught us to eat Indian food; no, they were the experts on all things Mexican, and South American."
"Do you use chopsticks? It's okay if you don't. I can show you how? Or you can do whatever you want, as long as you enjoy it." Fuck! My mind kept taking everything he said in a sexual way. And, yes, I wanted to enjoy it!
I had so long fantasized about being with a man, and now here was this hunk, and I was fantasizing about doing all kinds of things with him.
I didn't hear the last part of the conversation, as I was off in my dream world, playing naked on the bed with Jeff. I was thankful I had thought of wearing the jock strap.
"So what do you think?" Jeff was obviously asking, at least, a second time.
"Sorry?" I said.
"I was asking if you know how to swim?" he asked again, as he parked the truck and we got out.
"Oh, yeah, I know how to swim. Not that I could win any gold medals or anything, but I do pretty well." And that was true; it?s the one "sports" thing or athletic thing I can do; I can swim; and I like to swim.
"Great! We can go skinny dipping at the lake!" Jeff said, as we reached the door to the restaurant. The thought of swimming naked with Jeff sent goose bumps up my spine; and my dick was excited at the prospect, as well.
Jeff said we wanted a booth, instead of the counter, and, again, I remembered that, like me, he didn't like having people watch him eat.
Once our drink orders were placed, and an order of Edamame placed, we reviewed the menus.
"So nigri, tekkie, or maki sushi?" he asked.
"I like all three, but I don't usually order maki when I am alone, as it limits my choices, because they are so big."
He chuckled, and I was captivated by his smile again, "Nothing like a big roll to fill you up!" That made me picture him hard.
Between us, we ordered many different kinds of sushi. Our drinks arrived . . . I was having a beer, and he was having some kind of mixed drink.
"You have to try this, Paul; it is sort of like a Long Island Iced Tea." He offered me the drink.
"I don't know much about mixed drinks, and I don't seem to do well with alcohol. I think the beer will be fine."
"Remember, you have to try everything at least once," and he offered the drink again.
I used the straw and took a sip. It tasted rather good, and no alcohol taste at all. "Not bad," I said.
"Shall we order you one?" he asked.
"Let me finish my beer first," I said.
Our sushi arrived, and we talked about movies, TV, music, and books. After I finished my beer, he ordered me one of his drinks. They went down so easily; I couldn't believe there was very much alcohol in them.
He knew his sushi, and had asked for Shiso leaf to go with his Maguro, and that impressed me.
Somehow, I managed to get another one of the drinks before we finished, and by that time, I was having trouble focusing.
Back in the truck, he was talking about college and how he would streak the quad, and I said, "That is something I would have liked to have seen."
He laughed, "Seen or participated in?"
"No, watched you," I said, and wondered why I was being so candid.
I kept picturing him running naked across campus, while students stood around and watched.
"Why would you want to see me?" he asked, as he drove along.
"I like your ass!" I said, and smiled. He laughed.
We pulled up to his house, and he asked me in, and I said no, I'd go home. He said to come in for just one more drink.
I said, ?Why not,? and we went in. I sat down in the living room, and it seemed like a minute later, Jeff was back, naked, with a drink in each hand.
I was smiling from ear to ear, looking at his gorgeous body. "To your wonderful body," I said, and drank about half the drink. Fuck! That was good.
"Hey, Paul, your body is pretty hot, as well," he said, and tapped my glass. I downed the remainder of the drink, and laughed, and said, "Yeah, right!"
"No, really," he said, and things were getting fuzzy.
Then, did he really say, "I would like to see more of it?"
"Anytime, Jeff, anytime," I managed.
After that it was a blur.
I woke up lying in bed, and my head was pounding. I looked around and realized I wasn't in my house, and, second, that I was naked. What the fuck!?!?
I put my head back on the pillow, and pulled another one over my face.
Next time I woke up, I smelled coffee, and heard, "Wakey, Wakey! Come get some coffee."
Jeff was calling me. I looked around for my clothes and didn't see any. I looked for a towel, robe, or something. Finding nothing, I gathered a sheet around me, and headed out, and followed my nose; my eyes were barely open.
"Ah, there he is," Jeff said, and put a mug of steaming coffee in my hand. "Sit here," and he led me to a chair.
I gingerly sat and took a sip, and then another. After the third one, I could open my eyes. I was looking at naked Jeff. I made sure that my sheet completely covered me.
He had his smile going already. "How can you smile? Doesn't your head hurt?"
"No, it doesn't. Either you had a lot more than I did, or I can handle liquor better than you." He absently scratched his crotch, and my eyes zoomed in on the action.
I looked up, and he had caught me looking. He laughed, "It's okay if you look; I mean, I am standing here naked. It doesn't bother me. If it did, I wouldn't wander around naked. So look all you want."
He turned around and said, "Besides, you said you liked my ass."
"Fuck, I didn't say that, did I?" I said, and then followed it with, "Did I just say that out loud?"
He laughed, and nodded his head. "Oh Fuck! I am sorry," I said, and took another big pull on the coffee.
"No, I was very flattered!" He turned around and put his ass right in front of me. "Look all you want. That was a very nice compliment."
It was all fuzzy as to what happened after dinner. "I don't remember much after dinner," I said.
He gently ruffled my hair, and his dick was now practically in my face. "Yeah, I kind of figured that. You didn't last long after we got home."
I peaked inside of my sheet, "Where are my clothes?" I looked down inside again, and then looked at him.
He must have seen a question on my face, because he laughed and said, "No, I didn't touch you! Well, except to undress you and get you into the bed. And then you were passed out, and just snored through the night."
He looked at me and added, "And that drool thing was quite cute." Did that mean he had slept in the same bed with me? I could ask him that question.
"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to be such a lush, and such a terrible guest."
"No problem, Paul. I decided not to try to get you to your house after you started trying to take a leak outside in the backyard. I was afraid you would walk out into the neighborhood, naked."
He sat down in the chair near mine. "So I got you out of those clothes. It didn't take too much; you were trying to take them all off anyway. Once I did that, I got you into bed. I took the couch, and waited for you to wake this morning."
He smiled sheepishly, and said, "Not that I minded getting those clothes off you." Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
I was really getting embarrassed by all this talk. "I should go," I said, trying to stand. "Can I have my clothes, please?" I was really getting panicked about being nearly naked around him.
"Hey, calm down." I guess he sensed the panic I was feeling. "Let me go get them."
He walked away, and I watched his ass and that hairy crack walk away. Then he was back with my clothes. They were neatly folded and in a stack, with the hiking boots on top.
I was shaking, nearly uncontrollably, as I took the stack from him. I looked around and saw the concern on his face, which only made me feel worse.
I grabbed the sheet in one hand and my clothes under my arm, and headed towards the door. "I am sorry; I have to go."
I got to the door and realized I had his sheet. "Here, put these on," he said, and tossed me a pair of navy blue shorts. He took my clothes as I worked inside the sheet to get the shorts on without exposing myself to him. I was totally embarrassed at having been seen naked by him.
I dropped the sheet and grabbed my clothes, and headed out the door. I called back over my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, Jeff. I'm so sorry."
I found my keys inside the boots. I got the door unlocked, and dropped the clothes inside the door, which I closed, and put the keys on the counter, and headed into the computer room. I didn't look over to Jeff's living room as I passed that room, but made it to the computer room that had the drapes drawn.
I sat down in the chair, trembling. I wrapped my arms around myself, and sat there trying to get warm, trying to get a grip.
I heard my cell phone ringing. It kept ringing, so I scrambled down the hall, and fished it out of the boots. I looked at the caller ID, and it just said, ?Jeff.?
I didn't answer it. I just carried it back to the computer room, again without looking at his house, as I passed those windows again.
Back in the computer room, I grabbed the blanket on the floor, and wrapped myself up in it. What the fuck had I done? Had I come on to Jeff? What did he think? What did he mean that he liked what he saw? Had he raped me while I was passed out?
I reached back and rubbed around my hole, and did'nt feel anything sore; not that I knew what it felt like to be fucked. I had no first hand experience with any kind of sex with another person.
Had I fucked up any chance of getting to know Jeff? Did he think I was a total gay geek? But he seemed so nice. Or was that just a front he put on, so he could find out about me and make fun of me?
My phone rang again. I looked, and it was Jeff again; and, again, I didn't answer. Was he calling to tell me off? Tell me what I an ass I was?
My phone buzzed, telling me I had voice mail. In fact, there were two. I wiped my eyes, which for some reason were brimming with moisture. I looked again, and saw that, indeed, I had two messages from Jeff.
Should I play them and just get more depressed? Or should I just ignore them and stay in the state I was in?
I left the phone on the computer table, and headed off to my bedroom. I crawled into the bed, pulled the covers over my head, and tried to fall asleep.