1. Four Days in the Exurbs


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: NattySoltesz, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    night, a few for a month or two, but never anything more serious. The closest Dominic and I ever came to messing around was one night when he came home drunk from a frat party. I was up late working on a huge project that was due the next day. He poked his head in my room to say goodnight, but a few minutes later he came back in my room and flopped onto my bed. He’d changed his clothes and was wearing a sleeveless shirt and athletic shorts that left very little to my imagination. “Working hard, huh?” he said, stretching out on his back. I turned my chair toward him. He had his arms above his head, making his shirt ride up his flat, hairy stomach. The thin shorts clung to the tube of his cock, hanging like a delicious fruit between his thick thighs. “I’m drunk,” he said. “And horny. Remember Lauren?” “The volleyball chick?” “Yeah. She was making out with me all night. Then her boyfriend showed up.” “That’s unfortunate,” I said. “She had her hands down my shorts,” he said, and, as if to illustrate, slowly slipped his hand under his shorts, cupping his dick. “She got me so hard,” he said. I had a sharp feeling of lust and anxiety. This was it. All I had to do was ask – something like “How hard? Show me.” Or “Want some help?” But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was paralyzed by fear – fear of rejection, fear of fucking up our friendship. So I changed the subject, blabbed about my project. In no time he’d taken his hand out of his shorts and we were back on solid, boring ground. I ...
    think we were both relieved – and maybe disappointed, too. He got his first real college girlfriend shortly after that, and he wound up moving in with her that fall. Our friendship ebbed after that. I’d always assumed it was because of the girlfriend but now; sitting next to him in his car, our easy rapport picking up right where it’d been left off; I wondered if I’d distanced myself from him as much as I assumed he’d distanced himself from me. *** We drove out of the city, over the bridge and through the tunnel. Soon we pulled in front of his house – a little two-story on a tree-lined street. “You can come right up but I’ll need you to hang out in the guest room for a minute while I talk to Jamie.” “Uh… can we call her first? I feel weird just barging in like this.” “Nah, it’s cool. I just need to talk to her for a minute, it’s nothing.” I felt clandestine as we entered the back door and he ushered me quietly up the steps to the guest room. The house didn’t look like a guy lived there – there were “Friends” DVDs on the shelf, vases filled with potpourri on the table and Anne Geddes posters on the walls. I lay uneasily on the duvet, listening: a female voice, pitched. I stood up and gathered my stuff, ready to book. But just as I was about to leave they started up the steps. “Matt?” Dominic said in the doorway. “Meet my girlfriend.” She came around – a tall, dark-haired girl with an unattractive, glowering face. She managed half a grin as I shook her hand. “Nice to meet you,” I ...
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