Daniel followed Nicky back out to the moving
van. He couldn't keep his eyes of the soft curve of her ass. Daniel bet if he
grabbed her ass, it would fit perfectly into his hands. It was glorious,
curved just right and showcased to perfection in her tight denim shorts.
Daniel groaned and smacked himself in the
head. What in the hell was he thinking? He couldn't be having fantasies about
what Nicky's ass would look like naked. She was a woman. She was totally off
limits.
Daniel grabbed a box and quickly carried it
inside of Nicky's apartment. He needed to get the hell out of there before he
made a pass at the woman and confused himself even more. Wouldn't his mother
be thrilled? He was attracted to a woman.
It didn't take Daniel and Nicky more than
twenty minutes to get the rest of her boxes inside. Daniel set the last one
down on the floor and glanced around the small one bedroom apartment. His was
a two bedroom but it wasn't much bigger. Luckily, he lived alone and was able
to use the second bedroom for an office.
"Well," he said as he started backing himself
toward the door, "welcome to the neighborhood, Nicky. If you need anything,
I'm down the hallway in 4C. I work from home most of the time so I'm usually
around. Just knock on the door."
Nicky's smile was bright, vibrant, and seared
Daniel down to his soul.
"Thank you for all of your help, Daniel." The
soft lyrical sound of his name in Nicky's voice was Daniel's undoing. He
swallowed past the lump in his throat and wished away the hard on he knew
could be seen in his jeans. Nicky was breathtaking.
"Anytime," Daniel replied. He took another
step toward the door. He raked Nicky's body with his eyes, confused at the
sudden racing of his heart then turned and nearly sprinted down the hallway to
his apartment.
His hands shook as pushed his key into the
lock. He fumbled with it for several moments before he actually got the door
open and rushed inside, slamming the door loudly behind him. Daniel leaned
back against the door and took a deep breath. It didn't help.
He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down
his thighs until his hard cock bounced free. He ached so much he couldn't keep
a moan of need from breaking free of his mouth when he wrapped his hand around
himself and started pumping.
He was out of his mind, he had to be. The
faster he stroked, the more vivid the picture of Nicky's tight little ass
became until he could see the woman bent over in front of him, the nicely
curved globes of her ass cheeks too tempting to ignore.
With a loud roar, Daniel came. Ropes of pearly
white seed spurt out of his cock, covering his hand and the floor below him.
In his mind, he shot all over Nicky's ass. Daniel slumped back against the
door and slowly slid down until he sat on the floor.
Daniel cradled his head in his hand. What in
the hell was happening to him? He just jerked off to a fantasy of a woman. He
was gay. He'd always been gay, since he knew what gay or straight was. He'd
never been attracted to a woman. Why this one?
Daniel scooted back up the door. He grimaced
as he remembered his hand was covered in cum as was the floor. He grabbed a
washcloth from the kitchen and cleaned up the floor then headed to the shower.
He needed to do something to get his mind off
the tempting ass of the woman down the hallway. He needed to reaffirm to
himself that he was a gay man and he knew just the man to help him with that.
The moment Daniel stepped out of the shower he
wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the phone. He knew the
number by heart, dialed it, and waited for Ricky to pick up on the other end.
"This is me," Ricky said. "Is this you?"
"Ricky, you're such a smartass." Daniel
chuckled, feeling more at ease by the moment. "Do you always answer your phone
that way?"
"Only for you, love."
Daniel rolled his eyes. Ricky was a fruit and
not because he was gay. He was just downright nuttier than a bed bug. But, he
was also a good friend and former lover. It was just too bad that they
couldn't get along in a relationship. The sex was phenomenal.
But more than twenty four hours spent in
Ricky's company and Daniel was itching to strangle the man. For a few hours in
the evening however, and Ricky could show him a good time.
"You hooked up at the moment, Ricky?"
"You know I'm saving myself for you, love."
"Ricky!"
Ricky chuckled. "Naw, I'm free, man."
"What happened to that banker you were
seeing?" Daniel asked.
"Married, the asshole."
"Married never stopped you before, Ricky,"
Daniel snickered. It didn't. Rick wasn't too choosey about his bed partners.
"Yeah, but he was married to another guy,"
Ricky said as if the banker had done something horrific. "I don't much care if
married people want to fool around a bit. Even they need to get laid, but
fooling around on another guy? That's just wrong."
"Ah hell, Ricky, I didn't know you had
scruples."
"Fuck you, man, even I have standards."
Daniel chuckled. "Yeah, okay, I get you. Do
you still want to go out tonight?"
"Fringe?" Ricky asked, naming one of the gay
clubs they liked visiting.
"That's the plan."
"Ooh, I'll get my dancing shoes."
"I'll meet you there at nine, okay?"
"I'll be waiting."
Daniel shook his head as he hung up the phone
and headed for his dresser. Ricky really was a great guy. Daniel liked him a
lot. It was just too bad they couldn't stand each other in a long term
relationship.
They'd tried, twice. Both times they fought so
much that it nearly came to blows. They ended up deciding that they made
better friends and occasional hookups than anything serious. It was too rough
on their friendship.
Daniel pulled a simple t-shirt and grabbed a
pair of tight jeans out of his dresser. He tossed them on the bed and went
into the bathroom to get ready. Brush his teeth, a comb through his hair, a
little cologne, and he was just about ready to go.
He got dressed, grabbed his cell phone and
wallet and shoved them in his pocket. Grabbing his keys, Daniel went out the
door, locking it behind him. As he passed Nicky's door he slowed, hearing soft
music coming from inside.
Daniel almost knocked on the door but curled
his hand into a fist and made himself walk on by. He really had no business
being interested in Nicky. He needed to get down to the bar and meet up with
Ricky, get his head screwed back on straight.
And maybe just plain out get screwed.
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