Please note: This story contains male-on-male
piss play
. If that subject matter doesn't interest you, I would advise against reading any further. This story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Thank you and enjoy.
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As I walked up the driveway toward the large, contemporary design home with its facade of glass and blocky right angles, I wondered if James had somehow managed to text me the wrong address. It seemed impossible that he could live in this house, in this neighborhood, on a server's wages. I double-checked the number next to the door before pushing the button for the doorbell and waiting apprehensively for some indication that I was in the right place.
A few months ago, James had been hired on at the restaurant where I worked as a bartender. From the moment I first laid eyes on him, there was an instant attraction; for good reason. He was incredibly handsome. One could almost say he was pretty, though he was far too masculine to be called that with his rugged three-day stubble of a beard and dark brown hair that he wore nearly but not quite long enough to brush behind his ears. But by far his most striking feature was his brilliant, piercing blue eyes. When James looked at you, it was as though he were looking into your soul. At least, that's how I felt when he looked at me.
Beyond his stunning good looks though, James had personality. He was friendly and charming, with a sharp, witty sense of humor that meshed well with my own and we quickly became good friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, but I couldn't be certain if it was strictly platonic, or something more. I had never been into a man the way I was into James, and it was a novel experience for me. Sex was one thing, but I had developed feelings for my new friend and I wasn't sure what to do with them. Hell, I didn't even know if he
could
reciprocate those feelings. I did know that he liked the ladies, but that didn't necessarily mean anything; I did too.
Still, there was enough of a spark between us to keep me constantly wondering. The odd touch or lingering look from James seemed to indicate an interest that ran deeper than friendship, but I couldn't decide if that was reality, or just what I wanted to see. I hoped that today would give me some answers, one way or another, so I could stop the neverending back in forth in my mind. If it turned out James was just a friend, at least I would know. I could live with that. And if it turned out that he was something more... Well, that would be a whole new situation I'd have to navigate. I had never before had any interest in having a romantic relationship with a man; I wasn't even sure what that would look like, but being around James made me want to find out.
When the door swung open to reveal my friend's smiling face, I felt a flutter as the butterflies inhabiting my stomach took flight. While I had grown accustomed to feeling this way every time I saw James, the fact that I felt it for any man at all was still strange to me. It excited me and it scared me at the same time.
"Hey, Will! Come on in!" He held the door open for me as I stepped inside.
"Hey, James."
"Did you find the place okay?"
"Yeah, buddy. GPS is a thing now." I said sardonically, waving my phone at him.
"It's just a thing people say, Will. Don't bust my balls." He chuckled.
"Honestly though, I wasn't sure I was in the right place. What the hell kind of side hustle you got going on that you can live in a place like this?"
James laughed, "I know, right? Actually, I inherited the place after my parents passed. Car accident. Drunk driver. You know the story."
"Dude, how did I not know you lost your parents?" I blurted out.
"It's not really something you just slip into a conversation, man."
"James... I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to rub a sore spot." I felt terrible that I had inadvertently brought it up.
"It's fine. I'm fine, really. It's just not a fun thing to talk about, you know?"
"I don't, but I can imagine," I answered softly.
"Let's get some beers and I'll show you around." James was quick to change the subject.
"Beer sounds good," I said lamely, cursing myself for my faux pas as I followed my friend. I hadn't even been here five minutes and already I had managed to put a damper on the day.
James' home was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside; the layout was open and minimalistic, with entire walls of glass contributing to the sense of spaciousness and flooding the interior with natural light. The decor was tasteful and sparse, and the furniture seemed as though it was selected with entertaining in mind. From the kitchen, a sliding glass door looked out into the backyard, revealing an impressive patio set complete with a sectional sofa that sat between the building and a luxurious swimming pool.
A light touch on my arm pulled my attention back to James as he handed me a beer and clinked his bottle against mine. While he showed me around the house, we quickly fell into our typical pattern of comfortable conversation and good-natured ribbing, my blunder forgotten. The tour came off the rails when we came upon a room that featured an extensive wet bar on one end, a massive television on the other, and a pool table in between.
"You wanna play a few rounds?" James gestured to the table.
"Why, you looking to get spanked again?" I teased.
"Don't threaten me with a good time." He countered with a wink and a grin.
It was comments like those that would get me wondering if they were a simple joke, or if maybe there was a little bit of subtext buried in there. Either way, I chuckled and shook my head as he pulled a pair of cues from a rack on the wall and handed one to me.
"You should be twice as embarrassed for the fact you own a pool table and I still kick your ass."
