Rob's Awaening

Without a doubt, Tom was nervous. Questions raced uncontrollably through his head: what if Rob's different now? What if I'm boring? What if he doesn't show up? Giving himself one last look in the mirror he sighed, obviously unhappy with what he saw. In a flash, he'd prised open another button on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Tom looked down at his watch and gasped, scarcely able to believe how quickly the time had gone. After a final fluff of his spiky black hair, a quick spritz of cologne and a quick pat down to check he had his keys, wallet and phone, he was gone. Before long, he was halfway across town in a classy bar asking the bartender for a drink. As soon as it arrived, he was downing it greedily, begging for the alcohol to kick in and calm his nerves.

Right on cue, Rob walked through the door and Tom felt his heart pound in his chest as they locked eyes on each other. With his trademark shaved head, neat jet-black beard and stylish outfit, Rob oozed a certain kind of confidence as he sauntered over. He flashed Tom a grin and held his arms out wide.

"Bring it in, man. It's been too long," he said, with an unmistakeable Brazilian accent. "You're looking great."

"Thanks Rob, you too," Tom replied as they shared a lingering hug. "It's so good to see you. Can I get you anything? Wait... double Jack and coke right?"

Rob nodded eagerly, "That sounds great, can't believe you remembered!"

Tom laughed, "Oh, it's easy. I just remember that night when you had too many of these and I had to put you in a taxi home before we even got to the club. I'd never seen you so wasted!" Rob roared with laughter while his face betrayed a hint of embarrassment.

They started reminiscing about their college days and after a few drinks, it felt like they'd never been apart.

"Seriously, where does the time go?" Tom said. "You've got to be, what, 33 now?"

"34. Can you believe it? Man, sometimes I just wish I could go back in my early 20s. How much crazy stuff did we get up to?!"

Tom chuckled. "Knowing you, I bet you're still getting up to all kinds of mischief. How's it going with the ladies anyway? Seeing anyone?"

Rob sighed and looked down, "Nah, man. It's been a while, that's for sure."

"Really? I thought they'd be queuing round the block, I mean just look at you." Tom leaned back from the table and scanned Rob's body.

"Thanks, Tom. I forgot how good you are at the whole pep talk thing. Enough about me... how are you going?"

"No action from the ladies but uh... I think I'd better fill you in. The thing is I-". Tom paused and took a breath. "I don't know how to say this, but here goes. I guess I realised last year I've been lying to everyone, including myself." He took another breath and felt his face flushing. "What I'm trying to say is I'm pretty sure I'm bi." Tom gave a quick flash of his hand, showing him a ring glistening with bands of pink, purple and blue. "I've actually been seeing a few guys recently."

"Wow, really?! I mean... I never would've guessed but... good for you, man. Love that for you."

Tom looked relieved, "Thanks for being so cool about it. I was kinda worried about how you'd take it. I think I've actually known for a while but I guess I wanted that experience with guys before I could really believe it."

Rob's eyes narrowed. "Experience?"

Before he could stop himself, Tom blurted out, "I mean it turns out sex with guys is actually pretty hot, you should try it sometime." He laughed and held his hand up to his mouth in shock; he never usually talked about sex so openly, it must've be the wine talking.

Rob laughed along with him for a moment before giving him a look Tom couldn't quite figure out until suddenly, it dawned on him.

"Rob, is that- What was that look for?" Tom asked as he eyed him suspiciously

Rob laughed nervously, "What look? You're seeing things, man. How much have you had to drink?"

Tom lowered his voice. "The look that says you've actually been thinking about it."

Rob was like a deer in the headlights. How did he know?

Tom put a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay, man, you can be honest with me."

Rob turned away and as he looked back, there was an awkward smile on his face, "Alright, fine, you got me. Yeah... I have."

Tom grinned, obviously pleased with himself. "Well that makes me feel a bit better. Seems like I'm not the only one keeping secrets. Is it just thoughts though? I mean... you've never done anything with guys before, right?"

Rob shook his head. "Not really, only a kiss in a bar once when I was drunk I think. That's about it. I guess I have wondered though... what's it like, being with guys? Is it really that different?"

Tom thought about it for a moment. "Yes and no. It's, uh, kind of hard to explain."

He could see the cogs turning in Rob's head and a sudden jitteriness about him.

Rob's eyes were darting around the room until Tom's voice grounded him, "What is it, man?"

He sighed and looked sheepishly at Tom, struggling to get the words out. "Um, Tom, is it okay if- I mean- I know it's awkward but- can you show me?"

Tom couldn't believe what he'd just heard. It was so rare for him to be absolutely speechless but this was one of those times. It took a moment before he came to his senses and glanced over at Rob to see an expectant yet nervous look on his face.

Tom finally broke the silence, "You know what? Fuck it. Why not?" His words had a determined kind of strength to them. "I never thought I'd be saying this but... the offer's there if you want to come back to mine."

Rob's pursed lips turned into a weak smile as he nodded, prompting Tom to start downing his drink while encouraging Rob to do the same. Soon, they were out the door and heading for Tom's apartment.

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Tom fumbled with his key in the lock before he finally pushed the door open. "I almost forgot, you haven't seen the new place, have you? How about a quick tour?" Tom asked, ushering Rob inside. As they slipped off their shoes and started walking down the hall, Tom pointed through a doorway to a large double bedroom. He opened a door on the other side to reveal a small kitchen and a cosy lounge with some brand new furniture. He pointed at another open door. "Do you want to freshen up, man? Feel free to use whatever you need in there. Take a shower if you want. I'll have a drink waiting for you," he said with a wink. Rob thanked him before walking through the door and locking it behind him. The lights flickered into life to reveal a completely spotless bathroom and only a couple of minutes later, the water was cascading against his naked body as his head started catching up with what was happening.

It wasn't long before he was stepping back out of the shower and drying himself off. He found a can of deodorant and gave it a sniff before spraying it over his body. As he got dressed, Rob suddenly found himself hesitating. He looked at himself in the mirror and a strange jolt of confidence hit him. Beneath a light covering of body hair, his recent gym work had really started to show. In truth, he was more toned than he'd ever been. He took a deep breath and a playful look appeared on his face. Shedding his clothes again, Rob left only his tight boxers on, adjusting them until they fit snugly over his small muscled bubble butt. He laid his clothes neatly to one side and unlocked the bathroom door.

"I'm in here!" Tom shouted. After taking a few steps down the hall, Rob stopped at the entrance to the bedroom and leaned against the door frame. Through the mood lighting, he spied Tom sitting against the headboard with a thin robe just about covering his bearish body. Tom quickly turned his head towards the door, his eyes widening at the sight. "Holy shit, Rob. Where did that body come from?! You must've been seriously working out."

Rob gave a slightly embarrassed smile, "Yeah, I guess I've been busy these past few months." He turned round to show off the definition in his calves before turning back to see Tom staring at him, with a look he'd never seen before.

"Come on, take a seat. Here... as promised," Tom said as he pushed a glass into Rob's hand. Rob took a sip and shivered as the liquor hit the back of his throat. "Damn, I forgot how heavy handed you are when it comes to booze. Nice though."

Tom nodded courteously, "You're welcome. How was the shower anyway? I only got it put in a few weeks ago."

"It was great, man, just what I needed," Rob replied as he lowered himself to the bed.

"Good, glad to hear it." Tom said while downing the last of his drink. "How about we cut to the chase? I'm dying to ask how long have you've had this...curiosity."

Rob drank some more, "I dunno, man. I guess it's always been there. I just couldn't say anything about it, it didn't feel right. It's not so easy back home for... guys like that, you know." Tom gave him a knowing look.

"Well that was bloody lovely," Rob said in a mock British accent as he quickly finished his drink and moved further up the bed.

Tom chuckled and took Rob's glass, putting it down on the side table next to his. He couldn't believe his luck, having a hot scantily clad Brazilian guy in his bed. He looked over at Rob, somehow feeling his anxiety. "It's okay to be nervous, man. I was the same when I first got into bed with a guy. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah, for sure. Thing is... I have no idea what I'm doing so..."

Tom cleared his throat, "That's okay. Um, let's start with a few ground rules. Basically, we can just take our time and expore, do whatever you feel comfortable with. You just let me know if something doesn't feel right and I promise I'll do the same. Sound good?"

Rob nodded.

Tom gave him a coy smile, "Well, it seems like an obvious thing to say but I feel, um... a bit over-dressed now." Rob took the hint and started to pull Tom's robe open, revealing his hairy dad bod set against a pair of brightly coloured boxers. He let the robe fall to the floor and shuffled over until he could feel the warmth and slight prickle of Tom's legs against his own. Tom raised his hand to Rob's beard and gently stroked it while looking deep into his eyes. He leaned over until he could feel Rob's breath on his face and they closed their eyes as their lips touched. After a few moments, Tom moved a hand to the back of Rob's head and tenderly held it as he felt him slowly relax into a proper kiss. Tom's other hand made its way down Rob's body until it rested on his thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. Soon, short kisses were turning into longer, more forceful ones as Rob's nerves gave way to building passion. Rob gently pushed against Tom's chest and they collapsed side-by-side onto the bed. Draping one of his legs on top of Tom, he nuzzled up against Tom's neck while a hand lightly brushed over his chest hair.

Tom couldn't help but laugh, "Having fun there?"

"Mm-hm. I love this hair, man. It's so soft."

Tom smiled, "Thanks, I do try to take care of it. Keep going, that feels nice."

Tom rolled over slightly and started exploring Rob's toned stomach. He could feel the muscles quivering at the tickle of his fingers and a soft moan escaped from Rob's lips. Tom looked down to see a bulge growing in Rob's boxers as well as his own and he leaned over to start kissing him again. Pretty soon he could feel Rob's tongue trying to sneak its way in to his mouth; he couldn't help but grin at the boldness of it.

With the French kiss raising the stakes, Tom wondered whether he wanted to take things further. His hand snaked its way down Rob's body and paused just past his belly button. As they continued making out, Rob nodded and laid his hand over Tom's, guiding it gently towards his groin. They finally stopped at his boxers and Tom could feel a girthy cock straining against the fabric. Rob gasped, letting out a breathy "mm, that's it" as Tom gave it a firm squeeze and their lips locked together once more. Rob shuddered at the feeling of Tom's finger running up his length. As he reached the head, Tom felt the material getting wet.

"I think someone's enjoying this," he said playfully as he broke their kiss. "Maybe it's time we let him out." Rob reached down and pulled at the waistband of his underwear until his cock sprang out. He kept pulling until his boxers slid down his legs and onto the floor. Once he was settled again, Tom took the cock in his hand and worked it up and down as Rob became more vocal. After a few strokes, he touched the tip with his fingers, wetting them with a dab of Rob's pre-cum. Raising them to his mouth, he licked them seductively while gazing into Rob's eyes.

Rob's jaw dropped. "Fuck, that was hot."

"You just wait," Tom said as a devilish grin appeared on his face. "We're just getting started."