THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE MICHAEL AND BILL
Anthony.
After spending the morning looking for a new place to live (See Betsy and Lisa, coming soon), and calling friends for leads on roommate situations, I needed to get to work, but got to the mall earlier than my scheduled shift.
I figured I might as well go shopping for a new leather jacket (perhaps I am gay? I am using woman logic...) and went to the leather goods store in the mall. I started looking at various jackets when the manager came over to assist. Anthony.
I was instantly enthralled with his grey eyes. He was about 6' with wavy brown hair, just slight flecks of gray, slender, and was very handsome. But I never saw a pair of eyes that drew me in like that. He asked if he could help try various jackets on, I told him what I was looking for and we went from there.
After trying several on, we agreed on the one that I thought looked best on me. And then he measured me to get it ordered. Being 6'6", I don't buy off the rack, for most things.
As he got out his tape and measured my chest and arms, I was tingly and goose pimply as he moved around. It was a brief encounter, but it stirred my insides and even my cock, just a little. I didn't totally bulge, and I am sure he couldn't notice, even in my 501's but i was a little flush. I paid my deposit, and he told me when it would be in. We smiled at each other and I left, already calculating the hours till I got to return and have him help me into my new coat.
The day arrived that I could pick up my coat, but I needed to make sure Anthony was in, so I called the store, and sure enough. I went by the mall early, before work and went in. I was the only one in the store, and he smiled big and said hi, went back in the back and came out with my coat. As I stood in front of the mirror, he brought out the coat, helped me into it, and smiled at my reflection in the mirror and said it looked good on me, as we thought it might.
I smiled back and said it was his eye for picking out the perfect jacket. I started to tingle again, and then it dawned on me, I planned poorly. I had to get to work, and I would not have an excuse to come back to the store and see him again.
Here is where not being open about these sort of things makes it difficult how to ask a guy out. I was not sure how to tell if someone REALLY is gay or not, I was stymied what to do next. But my time with Anthony was going to end and I didn't get to do anything with him. As he was telling me about rain, cleaning etc. for my new coat, he said I could bring it back any time and they would spruce it up no charge.
He said he wouldn't be there any more, as he was moving to the capital that weekend and it was his last week.
My heart sank. This was it, now or never, but the courage wasn't there. I was willing to be picked up by a guy, let him make the first move, but too scared to ask first. It just wasn't in me.
Then he said, "I'd love to show you my new place if you are ever in town.". Why, don't mind if I do. I replied I'd love to trek over, he gave me his new address and number and I told him I would call him later that weekend. From the bottom of the barrel to cloud nine, in 5 seconds flat.
The rest of the day, I thought of nothing else then the perfect time to call without seeming too desperate or needy. Girl logic again. I finally called that Sunday after a busy weekend of work and studies and going out with co-workers and such. It was always on the back of my mind to call, but I was never near a phone (this was way before cell phones). I chatted him up and we talked about me coming over the following Saturday. I agreed and set my work schedule up so it could happen.
The whole week was agony. I was trying to figure out what was going to happen, was this a date, was I just going over to see his new apartment and then leave. I didn't know what was in store, and the days dragged on and on. I concentrated on nothing. I should not have bothered going to class that week, nothing sunk in. My mind was on seeing him again. Nights were anxiety and horniness, and sometimes at the same time.
I would start to imagine how he would start things, or how i would start things, and then i started stroking myself. Then, just as abruptly, my mind would take it t where it was all a misunderstanding and he was not gay or something.
I was frustrated and nervous. But why? But why? I asked my self. It was not like I was gay and this was going to be my boyfriend.
Saturday finally arrived, I went to work that morning and the clock moved backwards. My shift ended, I grabbed my tips, went home, shit, showered and shaved, put on my nicer clothes and my new jacket and drove over. I went over the conversation I would have, trying out different witty lines in my head. I am sure I was speeding but didn't notice.
I finally got to the address and parked the car. And there i sat, in his parking lot to his building.
Waiting. For the answer to come.
What. Was. I. Doing. Here.
I pulled in a deep breath and opened the door, went up to the third floor, and knocked. My stomach was a huge knot and I was shaking.
He opened the door, and had a huge smile going. I melted a little, and got all tingly again. It was nice to see his face. He led me in and we chatted and he showed me around. It was much nicer than my dump, but my cash was going to school not to nice furniture.
I guessed him to be about 30 with the gray, but he was so handsome and confident. After the tour we sat down and he poured some wine. I never touch the stuff, but made an exception this time. We sat on the couch and drank, and he asked me my bio and I asked him his, we had dissimilar backgrounds, so it made for interesting conversation. The wine was starting to kick in, and I was just looking at him intently.
He got to a break in the question and answer portion, and he asked what were going to do for the evening, and started rattling off some options, dinner, movie, new gay bar he found, and then, I just leaned in and kissed him. Hard. Hot. He responded immediately. Our tongues danced and swirled as we kissed for what seemed like forever. He even tasted good. I placed my hand on his thigh. He responded by reaching for my chest with his free hand and pulling me closer with his other arm.
I felt his hand move down my stomach, and I felt a quiver inside me. He released and said, "Or, we could stay in." At this point I started removing his sweater, and unbuttoning his shirt. I got down to his bare chest, and he was smooth. I started kissing his neck and worked my way down to his nipples and kissed and sucked and played there a few minutes. He moaned in delight as I nibbled and bit him. I undid his trousers while still kissing and nibbling his chest, and we worked him out of his pants.
Seeing his cock made me even hotter, and I made my way down, licking and kissing. He wasn't as thick as I was, but he was almost as long. The biggest dick I had played with outside my own. And he was totally smooth. Not a pube in sight, which made it seem even bigger.
I kissed and licked and teased and then I finally went in for the kill. I put his swollen head in my mouth and wrapped my tongue all around. He was pushing up with his lips, and I was playing along. He placed his hands on my head and pushed and I took him in as deep as I could go. It was very big. bigger than I was used to and I gagged a little.
I tried to relax and then he let me settle into a nice rhythm. Meanwhile, while fondling his smooth sack and sucking him, and stroking every once in a while, I was using my free hand to get my clothes off. Some awkward moments occurred but soon we were both totally naked, and I resumed my blow job. He was enjoying every second of it and I could feel his balls pulling up and he was ready to release.
Not yet, sir.
I stopped, and started kissing my way back up to his mouth. He kissed me hard again, wantonly, and I responded in kind, our cocks rubbing together. He reached down and out his hand around both as we rubbed and kissed, in a hot embrace. We kept going for a few minutes and I could feel my semen ready to roll, so I stopped again, stood up, and pulled him up from the couch, and said "How about you give me another tour of your bedroom."