David had broken his black-stoned medallion that Charlie had given him. He always wore it, and he had taken it off to clean it and had dropped it. A little metal thing had broken apart and the stone wouldn't stay. Fortunately, one of the administrative assistants in his department told him about a place and a guy who could repair it.
"There's this eclectic shop downtown called "Punch". There's a young guy who works there named Skye, ask for him, he fixed some of my grandmother's old jewelry that Gary had broken," Jane told him and then started on a tangent about her crazy ex-husband.
"Great, Jane, thanks; I appreciate that," David interrupted and went back to his office.
As David entered the shop, he was a bit overwhelmed by the strong mix of essential oils, spices, and dried herbs. "Punch" was a mix of exotic foods, bulk herbs and spices, candles, local art, and other natural and alternative esoterica. All the fixtures were unstained natural wood. Natural light filled the space. Planters filled with assorted greenery separated areas of the store. It was a very beautiful, natural space. But David's attention went straight to a cute young man conversing with a group of older ladies.
"Hello, I'll be with you in a minute," said the young man, waving his hand to David and then returning to the older ladies.
David couldn't stop looking at the young man. He wasn't a tall guy, kind of short in stature. He looked rather thin and tightly muscled. He wore a thready rough cloth shirt, probably linen or hemp, thought David. He was also wearing a dark green kilt and hiking boots. Several chains and necklaces encircled his neck, falling down into his provocatively unbuttoned shirt. But David was awestruck by the thick long hair, waves of curls loosely pulled back in a ponytail with some loose curly strands falling over his face.
David watched as the young man talked animatedly to the older ladies about some kind of medicinal herbal tea. He could hear parts of the conversation and was impressed by the young man's knowledge and his charm. He had those ladies eating out of the palm of his hand. David noticed the young man glancing his way occasionally, looking him up and down. Was that a wink, a sly grin, David thought to himself as he was watched by the young man.
The guy never stopped or paused in his beguiling sales pitch with the ladies. David giggled to himself a couple of times as the beautiful young man captivated the group with his tales of the miracle healing powers of the tea. Eventually, they all grabbed a box and he checked them out. He waved them out of store as they all practically skipped away.
"So what can I help you with?" the young man asked as he walked up to David.
"I'm looking for Skye."
"Well, that's me," replied the young man, smiling and pointing at his name badge. "What can I do for you? We seem to be having quite a rush on this. Get it while it's hot," he said, holding up a box of the tea.
"Oh, okay, yeah," stuttered David. "Yeah, well, I was told by a colleague you could fix jewelry," said David, pulling out his medallion from his jacket pocket. Skye took it and looked it over.
"Uhm, needs a good...soldering. Will take me just a few minutes," said Skye with a wink and a smile. "I was working on some things for the shop so the soldering iron is ready to go. Sound good?" Skye told the older man, looking straight at him.
"Sounds great," replied David as Skye walked behind the counter and scribbled something down. "Is this your shop? Very interesting place," inquired David.
"No, my aunt owns it. I just help her out," answered Skye. "Browse around while I mend this. I'll be right back." And he disappeared behind a beaded curtain.
David looked around the shop. He browsed the local art on the walls. There were a lot of landscapes of the town. More than a few abstract painting. A few artsy black and white photographs. His attention settled on a series of three pencil sketches of a nude man. The man was sitting so you couldn't see his face, just his back. The model had a Chinese character on one arm and it immediately reminded him of Joe.
Skye appeared after a few minutes with the medallion as good as new. He explained to David what he had done, although David didn't understand everything, just nodding his head and agreeing.
"That's so great!" said David. "By the way, how much are these sketches? I'm in a new house and don't have much as far as pictures on the walls. I had been thinking of getting some art from local and regional artists. These would be a great start."
"Prices are on the back," Skye told him. "Those are mine by the way."
"You did those? They are great. They actually mind me of someone."
"Thanks, man. Yeah, art should talk to you, make you feel something. If we see something beautiful that stirs something in us, we should possess it," Skye said as he approached David smiling. He patted David on the back.
The young man handed the medallion to David, caressing David's hand as he passed the jewelry to him. Skye wrapped up the drawings and handed them to David. He brushed past David on his way back to the sales counter, his ass rubbing against the older man's thigh. David had a sense that Skye was being a bit flirtatious and he was not upset about the young man's action. He was a very sexy little guy. David gave Skye a wink back. He wanted to encourage him.
"I'm David, by the way," he said following the young man.
"Nice to meet you, David. So what do you do while wearing these nice starched clothes?" Skye asked as he patted David's chest and slid his hand a bit downward. "A lawyer? A banker?" Skye said jokingly.
"Oh, no," David laughed, "I'm a professor at the college. Social science. I know, doesn't sound as exciting as a banker or a lawyer."
Skye walked behind the counter and sat on a stool. He pulled up a leg, resting a foot on a high footrest. David saw that Skye's kilt was hiked up his leg slightly, showing a hairy upper thigh. Skye smiled and hiked the kilt up some more then rested a forearm on his thigh. David leaned against the counter and looked down. He could plainly see Skye's hairy crotch and his soft cock. Skye ran a fingertip across the head of his cock nonchalantly. David licked his bottom lip gently.
"I'd really love to see more of your work. I imagine it's really going to speak to me. Do you have a studio?"
The bell on the shop door rang and Skye jumped off the stool. He motioned to a stern-looking lady.
Good afternoon! Can I help you?" he asked her as she walked over to bulk herbs. The lady ignored him.
"I live in the apartment upstairs." Skye walked to the big shop window and pointed to the left. "There's a door that accesses the apartment beside the shop." Skye turned to David. "The shop closes at six. If you don't have any plans you could come by and look at some of my stuff. I mean, if you really want to?" Skye reached inside his shirt and rubbed his chest, his head tilting to one side.
"Uhm, that sounds perfect. I'd love to drop by. What do I owe you?"
"Let's not worry about that now. We'll settle things up when you come back," Skye answered with a big smile as he patted David's chest. I've got a few things I think you're really going to want very badly."
"I do not doubt that at all," responded David, grinning back at the sexy little hippie whom he knew he'd be fucking later on this evening.
David arrived at Skye's apartment/studio at about eight. He knocked on the door and heard Skye running down the stairs. David's mouth dropped as the door opened to Skye wearing only a thin pair of rainbow-colored briefs. A few bright green paint smears ran across his ribs; blue paint residue marked the left side of his face. His hair was gathered up loosely on top of his head. David walked into a small vestibule. Skye closed the door after him.
"I was finishing up a painting. I generally like to create art in the nude," Skye remarking, gesturing up and down his body. "C'mon upstairs".
David watched the thin little body bound up the old varnished stairs, feeling his cock tightening in his khakis. Sky's ass was petite but perfectly round; the rest of his body didn't have an ounce of fat on it, looking like a hard marble statue of an ancient Roman youth.
David quickly followed. Upstairs, Skye was cleaning the paint from his body. The studio was dark, except for a couple of dim lamps. The shade of one lamp was tilted and cast a warm light on Skye. David watched as Skye looked at him while he innocently ran the wet cloth over his torso, his body glowing with droplets of water.
"I get paint simply everywhere. Clean-up is so much easier when you're naked." Skye laughed. "Except for all this damn hair."
Skye mopped at his chest. Hair surrounded each nipple then ran to meet in the middle of his chest; it ran up a bit almost to his neck and then ran down in a long v-shape, turning into a dense trail that disappeared into his briefs. David was enjoying the show, which had begun to get a bit more provocative.
"Do what you need to do," David told him as he sat down in an electric blue-upholstered high-backed armchair, he crossed his legs to hide his hardening cock.
Skye walked over to his easel and threw the rag into a bucket. He put some brushes into a jar and placed the drying painting on a hook on the wall. He wiped his hand on another clean rag tied to the edge of the easel. He reached up and released his hair. It tumbled down to his shoulders. He walked over and flopped down on a big pile of cushions facing David.
"To be blunt, I find you really sexy," he said to David, looking straight at him as he half-reclined on a stack of threadbare pillows. His legs were spread giving David a direct view of his crotch and tight torso. "Does that bother you, a young dude perving on an older guy like you?"
"No, it doesn't bother me at all. I think you're pretty damn hot yourself. You have a great little body, Skye." David paused for a second, his eyes still on the beautiful body on display. "Skye' is an unusual name."
"My parent's were like real commune-living peace-loving hippies, like my aunt. I was named "Skywalker Moonstar". I think 'Skye' sounds a bit less jokey. But I guess the nut didn't fall far from the tree. I mean, look at me," he said, stretching his arms over his head, his body flexing and his ribs visible.
