He should really stop staring but no matter what his mind said, his eyes refused to obey. He continued to stare, his eyes caressing the lean hard body. His girlfriend, Melissa, chatted on completely unaware of his fascination.
"...and I told her she could go fuck herself. She said..." Rider barely heard the words as he continued to stare.
"Hey Rider, Missy." Rider turned to smile at Jason as he slid into the booth across from them.
"Hey Jas. Where's Christy?" Jason snagged a fry from the carton in the center of the table before answering.
"Don't know. Don't care." That got Missy's attention.
"Jason! How can you say that? Rider always cares where I'm at, don't you, Rider?" Rider didn't bother to look at her. Missy wasn't a complete airhead but she was completely clueless when it came to human emotion. Rider didn't miss the tense set of Jason's shoulders or the way his free hand clenched as he slid it off the table. Jason didn't bother justifying Missy's questions with an answer but rather he looked towards the stage at where a band was setting up.
"Campus band?" Jason asked. Rider turned his attention back to the stage. Back to the figure he'd been staring at for the past 10 minutes.
"Nah. Some local band," Rider murmured as his eyes searched and found his intended target. His eyes slid easily over the slender frame with shoulder length black hair, stopping to appreciate the firm black clad ass. He tore his eyes away from the enchanting site and turned back towards Jason. Jason squinted then he smiled.
"Hey, I know that guy. Be right back." Rider felt his heart thumping as Jason greeted a member of the band and was introduced to everyone else. They talked for a little while longer then Jason started back for the booth. Rider forced himself to remain calm as Jason slid back into the booth. Maybe he could finagle an introduction with the singer.
"Who was that?"
"That was a guy I knew back in high school, Andy Beckman. He hooked up with the band about two years ago when the original bass player and singer left." Rider wanted to know more but didn't press. The sound of softly strummed guitar strings had every head turning towards the stage, Rider's included. He barely focused on the words as the singer stepped up to the mike. A small group in the front clapped and cheered as the band was introduced but Rider barely heard them.
He gently wet his lips as his eyes lazily tracked every inch of the singer's tall, rangy body. He bit his bottom lip as he felt his cock swell. He was glad that he had a girlfriend or it would be hard, pardon the pun, to explain why his cock was so hard it could probably be used as a power tool. Things didn't get any better as the band started to play. The singer had a deliciously decadent voice. It was like sipping warm whiskey. He swallowed hard as the singer gently rolled lean hips in time with the song and his cock twitched. Needing to cool down, Rider took a gulp of his cold coke. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the booth. Out of sight...his eyes popped open at the sound of a very familiar song opening.
As the song started, Rider's eyes slid closed again. Mentally, he sang along to his favorite Duran Duran song. Mine immaculate dream, made breath and skin, I've been waiting for you...oh, it'll take a little time, might take a little crime to come undone... As they got to the pre chorus, Rider smiled. This was his favorite part of the song. We'll try to stay blind...to the hope and fear outside, Hey child, stay wilder than the wind...And blow me in to cry. Blow me...blow me...blow me, his mind chanted. Rider cleared his throat and opened his eyes. He started when he realized that the singer was staring right at him. Dark sensual eyes bore into his as the soft voice questioned, "Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone?" Rider found he couldn't look away from the dark gaze. He stared captivated into sensuously half closed eyes, bedroom eyes. Eyes that would look absolutely wonderful in the height of orgasm. As the little club erupted into applause, Rider quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom.
He ripped open his pants and whipped out his hardened cock. No sooner did he touch himself when he came, all over the toilet seat.
"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed as his body continued to jerk. He growled deep in his throat as his hand gently milked the rest of the orgasm from his body. He let out a loud pent up breath when his body calmed. He quickly and efficiently cleaned himself up and flushed the toilet.
As he washed his hands, he met his own gaze in the mirror. It was getting worse. It had been progressively getter more and more difficult to control these insane urges. Maybe he shouldn't control it, he thought. Maybe he should let it happen. Finally come undone as the song suggested. As Simon, the singer, suggested. No, Simon was not a girl with a boy's name. Simon was a boy, or rather, Rider conceded, a man. Simon was all man. And if his crotch was any indication of size, Simon was packing. Rider went hot all over with that thought. Shit, what was happening to him?
In high school, it was normal for people to watch football practice and he was no exception. But never once did he feel anything other than an aesthetic appreciation for the human form. The male human form. He thought it was his envy of being completely without athletic abilities that had him staring more and more at the guys who played the sport. But after his first year in college, he realized that it was more than that, much more. He didn't want it to be. He had nothing against gay people but that didn't mean he wanted to be one. He composed himself and headed back toward the booth. Jason met him there.
"Rider, let me introduce you to the band," Jason said as he steered them toward the stage. Rider mentally prepared himself but as they wove in and out of the throng of people, he felt his pulse quicken. He relaxed a little when he realized Simon wasn't with the group they were headed for. Jason introduced the members of Hubris as Andy, Mike, Jake and Charley. Rider greeted each one with a friendly smile. They drifted away shortly after to mingle with other people. Jason stopped by to give him a piece of paper with an address and a telephone number.
"The band's throwing a party, call the number for directions." Rider regarded his friend.
"Are you going?"
"Yeah, but I'm afraid that if I ride with you, Missy might not survive the trip." Rider laughed. As Jason started away from him, Rider grabbed his arm.
"Hey man, are you okay?" Jason's eyes clouded for an instant before he lowered them.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Christy and I are through, though." Rider looked at him a bit longer then released his arm.
