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The following is a work of fiction. Those who find similarity to any persons living or dead are really taking it way too seriously. The characters depicted are of adult age, even if they don't act like it. Though we're all adults here, certain elements may offend some readers:
* graphic descriptions of sexual activity
* MM anal intercourse
* nonconsentreluctance
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The guy who answered the door was a couple inches taller than Dave and much wider. Not fat, but muscular in the shoulders and arms. He wasn't over-the-top, bodybuilder huge but the guy obviously worked out. A lot. In fact, he came to the door wearing a high-tech, sleeveless shirt and a light sheen of sweat. He had probably been working out right up until Dave rang the doorbell.
"Are you Ty?" Dave asked tentatively. He hoped the guy wouldn't be annoyed at the interruption.
"That's me," he replied with a broad smile and pulled a pair of white ear buds out of his ears. "How can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Dave," Dave said, relieved at the friendly response. He stuck out a hand, which Ty squashed in his substantial fist. "I texted you about the Marantz receiver for sale."
"Oh, right," he clapped Dave on the back like an old friend and led him into the apartment. "Come on in! The stereo thingamabob is right over here."
"Oh, wow," Dave glided through the living room to a stereo rack where a gleaming, silver faced Marantz 2500 Stereophonic Receiver sat in the place of honor. The online ad had seemed too good to be true - who would sell a vintage Marantz for a mere fifty bucks? - but Dave was just sitting around doing nothing anyway so he decided it was worth checking out.
And he was glad he did! It was the real deal. The front face was intact. The machined aluminum knobs were all shiny and perfect. There wasn't a scratch or a dent on it. But did it sound as good as it looks?
"Can I turn it on?" Dave asked eagerly, his finger hovering over the power button.
"Be my guest," Ty told him.
Dave clicked the button and the dials glowed with pale blue light. The source knob was set to phono, so he turned to the nearby turntable - which was a sharp looking piece of equipment, too - and flipped it on. A record was already cued up and, after a few quiet scratches the room was filled with the warm, buttery sound of John Coltrane playing 'Giant Steps.'
"Oh, wow," Dave whispered. It sounded better than he had imagined! The sound range was deep and wide, but had amazing texture. Coltrane could have been right there in the apartment with them!
"You know," Ty said softly, "you're really cute when you get into the music like that."
"Oh!" Dave turned and saw Ty standing right next to him. The taller man's chiseled pecs were just inches away. "Sorry. It's just ... wow ... it's an impressive piece of equipment."
"No problem," Ty smiled confidently. "I'm glad it's going to someone who will appreciate it. So fifty dollars sounds fair?"
Suddenly, Dave felt guilty. To pay fifty dollars for this receiver would be practically stealing it. The thing was easily worth twenty times that. It was, frankly, worth a lot more than Dave could afford. But he wasn't willing to take advantage of somebody who obviously didn't know what he had.
"Is something wrong?"
"Well, the thing is," Dave sputtered. "This receiver here is ... ummm ... well, it's worth a lot more than fifty bucks."
"Oh, I know that," Ty chuckled. "This stereo equipment was my ex boyfriend's. Until the jackass ran off to New Zealand with his personal trainer."
"Boyfriend?" Dave was taken aback. Was Ty gay? He didn't seem gay. He seemed like a confident, manly man.
"Yeah," Ty said darkly. "And then - get this - he asks me to sell his shit and send him the money. So," Ty's confident grin returned, "that's what I'm going to do."
"That sucks, man," Dave nodded. He tried to imagine how he would feel if his girlfriend - if he had a girlfriend - pulled something like that. He would be pretty pissed off, too. "So if I buy this, I'm not ripping you off. I'm helping you get back at your cheating ... umm ... boyfriend?"
"Pretty much," Ty said with a grin and laid one powerful hand on Dave's shoulder. "What do you say?"
Dave looked over the lustrous chrome and steel face of the Marantz. "I can live with that," he replied. Dave pulled out his wallet and started counting out wrinkled five dollar bills.
"But you know what would be even better than fifty bucks?" Ty edged closer to Dave.
"Forty bucks?" Dave asked skeptically. That would be a huge help actually. Dave had the fifty dollars, but he would have to skip lunches until his next payday.
"Can I be honest with you Dave?"
"Okay."
"See, I find you quite attractive," Ty said in a matter-of-fact tone. He might have been commenting on the weather. "You have that slightly rumpled, casual look that really turns me on."
"Whoa," Dave held up his hands and backed away. "Whoa. I'm not gay."
"I know. Don't get offended," Ty placated. "I'm not asking you to do anything crazy. Just a quick hand job. That's not gay, right? Just like jerking off, except move your hand a little to the right."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. You would really be helping me out. I haven't gotten any action since that shithead ran off with Kyle from Crossfit. I am crazy horny here, Dave. Getting a handjob from a handsome guy would be SO awesome."
"Fuck," Dave mumbled. This was the strangest situation he had ever been in. He was completely straight - totally not into guys at all - but he felt bad for Ty. That kind of loneliness was awful. You found yourself wanting anyone - anyone at all - to pay some small attention to you. "Wait, you think I'm handsome?"
"Dude, you're so hot! Your eyes are kind but strong. That rugged beard stubble," Ty exclaimed. "But you probably hear that all the time."
"Well, no actually I don't," Dave shrugged. "Just a quick stroke off? That's all?"
"That is all," Ty swept his form fitted workout shirt over his head. His broad chest was two great slabs of concrete balanced on top of the stone wall of his chiseled abs.
"And then I can take the receiver and go?"
"You bet, buddy," Ty yanked down his mesh shorts and flopped onto the sofa. His cock was already hard and pointed up to the ceiling. "And I'm so fucking horny right now I'll probably cum in like ten seconds."
"Ok," Dave sat down next to him. He could do this for ten seconds. It was no big deal. He gently wrapped his hand around Ty's hard cock. It was surprisingly warm and hard. Even more surprising, Ty was a bit smaller than he was used to.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Ty moaned as Dave slowly slid his fist up and down on Ty's manhood. Ty's skin was stretched tight and smooth so there was little resistance to Dave's loose grip. He started pumping Ty's cock faster and faster. Ty continued to moan and flexed his tree-trunk thighs in time to Dave's stroking.
Ty's moaning grew more and more urgent and his throbbing cock seemed to get even harder. Dave expected an eruption of jism any moment, but there was nothing but a slow ooze of precum. He added a twisting motion that he enjoyed when pleasuring himself. "Oh, yeah, baby! Just like that," Ty encouraged.
The John Coltrane record clicked over to a new song and Dave continued his fondling. He could hear the golden high tones and the full, rich bass tones. That receiver was going to completely blow away his old stereo. But first he had to finish off Ty, who was moaning with pleasure but still hadn't cum.
"Am I doing something wrong?" Dave asked in frustration.
"Fuck no, baby. You're ... ohhhh ... you're doing great!" Ty moaned. "Just don't stop."
"It's just ... you know ... are you almost there?"
"Tell you what, sexy," Ty gave him a lecherous look. "Why don't you get undressed too? I would cum a lot faster while looking at your sexy bod."
Dave shook his head. There was no way he was going to get naked in the apartment of a strange gay man. Giving out handjobs was bad enough. He continued stroking Ty's hard cock. Ty seemed to be in ecstasy, but was no closer to blowing his load than when Dave had started. Coltrane clicked over to the next song.
"Oh, all right," Dave sighed. He certainly didn't want to spend the entire afternoon playing with some guy's dick. He released Ty's hardon and stood up. He pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his flip flops. Dave's cargo shorts dropped to the floor and he stood before Ty in nothing but boxers.
"Undies too, hot stuff," Ty grinned. He was watching eagerly from the sofa and lightly caressing his own erection.
Dave hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down his thin legs. He was surprised to see he was sporting a hardon of his own. Was he turned on by playing with Ty's cock? Maybe it was just a ... sympathetic erection, he thought to himself.
"Oh, baby!" Ty cooed with pleasure. "Why didn't you tell me? It's magnificent!"