{
POST DATE MEMO :
The year is 20xx, due to the rise of prominent global oligarchies, corporations have become more protected and affiliated that most if not all large scale governments. The database containing exercised documents from the xxxxxx corporation have been redacted and filtered to preserve past developments from inquiring competitive advancement.
The documents listed below is undetermined if fiction or non-fiction, please consider all readings at your own discretion
}
[
DOCUMENT NO.108
Author : Aap, Giovanni
Title : Running into Bed
]
No new voicemails,
No new emails,
No incoming work,
Feels like summer time for sure,
It's 5AM and I can't sleep, the bird are starting to wake up, maybe I should go for a run?
I reach into my dresser and I pull out a tank top and head for the underwear drawer, shit...I'm down to just these little blue ones? Grant it these short briefs aren't just normal ones they are kind of cute, and I don't want them to get all sweaty, they fit me really tight. I love how well they fit. I then grab a pair of shor...wait where are my shorts? Dammit, I should really buy more shorts if I'm going to keep forgetting to wash them. I go down one more drawer and see that I do have a pair, that looks like, yep I had these since I was 13, this will be fun. As I head to the door I look in the mirror and kind of blush hoping someone wouldn't notice how silly I look while I run. Good thing my running path gets pretty secluded in the mangroves and brush.
When I get back I'll make sure to do my laundry.
I hop onto the trail and turn on my music player and get ready for a trance of running, exercise always helps me start my days right. I get about 3 miles into my run and I'm at my halfway point, I stop at the observation deck and take a break. As I notice no one is around, I decide to stretch for a little bit, as I'm leaning over and grabbing my ankles I take a look towards my shorts and I notice how much I've grown out of them. I started to stare a little too much and notice that under my shorts I see some more growing, I'm starting to swell up, and a rush comes over me becoming excited. Beginning to get nervous I stood up and looked into the sun. As I regain my energy I decided to head back home.
When I got to my street a few blocks from my loft, I decided to reduce my pace walk home, I thought my slight erection from before maybe got my blood flowing places that I needed to sustain my cardio.
On the corner of the main street, we have a post office, and I noticed a gentleman looking into the window with an envelope in his hand, I guess he didn't realize that the sign said 'closed' on the other window, which below that said it won't be open for another hour.
I felt like being polite, so when I approached him, and as I was pulling my ear buds out of my ears, he turns around. As he looks at me I look at him. He's a late 30s and slim and handsome! He was wearing a tight t shirt and a neatly pressed pair of skinny khakis and slip on shoes.
"They don't open for another hour" I said.
He smiles and looks down at me, "Ugh, I wish they were; I have to send this bill out today, I wouldn't have this problem if my email was working!"
"Did your email just stop working or something?" I responded, tucking in my ear buds into my shorts.
"Yeah, I'm pretty clueless when it comes to figuring computers out, I usually have someone help me, but it is pretty early to bother anything just yet."
"Strange luck, but computers are my thing" I started to pull out my running wallet and in it I have my ID and business cards and small cash. "My rates are xx/hr and I typically charge a 1 hour minimum" I said. As I pass it to him I notice that he wasn't really looking at the card, but what was below it. I start to get nervous, he might be on to me and what I'm wearing! I hope he doesn't think I go around town like this!
"This is perfect!" he interjects. "I hate to be on short notice, but are you available this morning?"
"I'm free now" I said without even thinking, Slightly embarrassed saying that but, I just thought for someone like this I wouldn't need to bring any of my tools and I'm thinking he would appreciate me helping him out.
"Great!, by the way name's Martin, I just live a block over if that works?"
Without skipping a beat I say "Sure thing, I'm Gio, and it looks like I'm practically your neighbor, I just live over on xxxx street and xxxxx at the xxxxxx xxxxx's"
He smiles, and we head over to his place, we didn't say much to each other, but I could tell he was wanting to open up to me, he looked like the type that would.
We head up to his driveway, from the street it looks like it isn't much of a house, but if you look closely it opens up quite a lot toward the back. We started to walk into his garage, and through his laundry room, I glance over to his washer and dryer units and on the counter I notice he has quite the collection of underwear and swimsuits, in quite a variety of colors. I start to get nervous, but also comforted that someone might have the same passion for bulges as me. Now I'm starting to get curious, what kind of bulge does he have?
So we continue to walk through his house and he suggested that I wait for him on the patio couch as he goes and grabs the laptop.
As I glance around I notice that he has quite the house, he must be pretty successful. With not to much further thought he comes back and sits across from me and hands me his laptop,
"I hope I closed all the porn I was looking at earlier!" he utters out as he sits across from me with a small smile coming from him.
"If I see anything I'm sure I wouldn't mind ;) " I responded.
I noticed that I might have been pushing it, but he seemed like the type that enjoys that kind of humor.
"So usually the problem with email clients is that on a regular basis it is good to re-enter your credentials, sometimes your sessions need to make sure they haven't expired" I mutter out like the computer-based life form that I just turned into.
He looks at me and tries to understand what I said. As I switch over to his outgoing credentials I accidentally click on his outbox and notice he has a handful of unsent messages. With most of them with the subject as "BULGE PICS". I tried not to show much expression while seeing that, but I instantly turned red and flooded with emotions. Like what kind of pics is he sending out? What if I really would like them? He was slim and fit, how could he not have a nice bulge?
I ask him to come over and re-enter his credentials, Martin moves around the table and stands next to me on the couch and looks down at his laptop, I decided to glance over, I was literally eye level with his waistline, and those poor khakis! The bulge that they were holding back just made press against my lips. As he leaned over and typed onto the computer I sat back on the couch and waited for him to get out of the way. Uh oh, I'm starting to get hard!
..
...
...
...SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE
"Looks like that did the trick!" I said with a little excitement but not too much volume. Still trying to contain my exposure from being so close to him.
"I appreciate it so much" He smiles "How was your run? Isn't the xxxxx xxx trail a great path or what?"
"I just got done doing that; It has to be one of my favorite in the area" I realized that he wasn't that much of a rush to get me out, maybe he is wanting me to stay around for a full hour :)