Being the Person I Can Be

[FlipFlopJosh]

Being the Person I Can Be – Part 1

I stepped out of the shower and, checking the time on my clock, I realized that if I didn’t hurry up I was going to be late for my four to ten shift at work. I grabbed a towel and started drying off, starting with my hair and working my way down, stopping as always to show a little extra attention to the area between my legs. I may be late, but there was always time for a little extra attention. I checked myself in the mirror and sighed, as I did every day when I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror.

My face was good looking enough, but from there on I was less than impressed. I had been dieting and working out for nearly six months, yet I still carried a few extra pounds in the gut area. I was twenty years old; old enough to get fit by myself and young enough to still have the power to do it. I turned sideways and noticed that my pooch was going down, and the sideview showed that my arms were growing bigger, not with fat but with muscle. Every time I saw myself look a little better, I realized I was one step closer to being the person I knew I could be.

I quickly got ready for work, through a dinner together, and headed off. I only worked a few miles away, and got in just in time to punch in before the manager, a crazy haired bitch named Jennifer could yell at me for being late. I put my dinner in the fridge, hung up my jacket (it was supposed to get cold tonight) and went out onto the floor. I work at a drug store in the photo department, which basically meant I got to see the photos of every customer who trusted WGV, the store I work for, with their photos. I had hoped, when I started, that I would see some fun stuff, find out juicy secrets about the neighbors, something at least a little exciting. But I never once saw anything out of the ordinary, save a few old people who accidentally took photos of themselves making concentrated faces, trying to figure out their cameras. Needless to say, photo specialist at WGV was a thankless and very boring job. There were a few orders waiting for me, and none looked very promising. A fifty picture order by Brenda Nystrom was of a retirment party – yawn. Hal Hershey’s five picture order was of his cat. Another, by a Krystle Dean, was a high school girl in suggestive poses with her friends. I knew they weren’t inappropriate enough to report, but I was half tempted out of sheer disgust. Don’t get me wrong, Krystle was smoking hot, with thick red lips, ample chest, and a perfectly round, juicy ass. But for some reason, I never looked at a girl with lust, ony love. I had never fantasized about fucking a girl, even though I wanted someday to settle down with a beautiful woman and make lots of babies.

The fourth – and last – order was under the name Margaret Yates. There were about twenty five pictures in the order, so I knew it wouldn’t take long – just enough time to mop up a spill in the toy aisle. I ran off, thinking about the slutty Krystle Dean and how much I didn’t want to end up with a hoochie girl like that. When I cleaned up the mess, which turned out to be a shattered jar of Ragu, I headed back and picked the photos out of the printer. Margaret Yates, I thought, probably an old biddy with pictures from a senior trip or something. Boy was I wrong!

Now, I have said that I don’t lust after girls. That does not go for guys. I don’t go a day without seeing a guy that I desperately desire, and not just for a relationship, but to have dirty, sweaty sex all day with them. I had never been with a guy or girl – and at twenty that was a rarity. The closest I had gotten was a kiss on the mouth from a sweet girl in high school, but that was it. I think the fact that I was heavy deterred me more than anything. I kept reminding myself that I was loosing weight, so eventually I could get anyone I wanted.

Anyway, Margaret Yates’s pictures turned out to be one of the greatest things I had ever beheld. I looked at the first picture and swooned. A guy, it must have been her son, was mugging for the camera, lips persed, flashing a peace sign. I had seen him in the store once before, and I would never forget him. He was taller than me, but probably around 5’11”, and lean. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and you could see a set of defined, rockhard pecs underneath. His forearms were amazingly lined with muscle, and a bulge the size of an orange above his elbow was half obscured by the shirtsleeve. I wanted to get my hands on that body of his like crazy. He had worn shorts, a pair of those ones that go halfway down your calves. I could see a set of hairy, rockhard calves sticking out, and his leg led to a flip flopped foot, which was perfectly manicured if I do say so myself. I remember wanting him more than anything, and then when he asked me where the chips were, I almost lost it. He looked right at me, his skin perfect, his eyes deep and the color of bright sapphire. His hair was blonde, and just shaggy enough to curl around his white baseball hat, backwards of course.

And now, here he was, mugging for me behind a glossy picture window. I looked through the pictures, and the first few were with him. A few after that were of him and what looked like a girlfriend, and my heart dropped a little. Oh well, it wasn’t like I had a chance with him anyway. I looked through a few more and found the jackpot. The last two were of him, in a hot tub, with some friends. In the first one, he was flipping off the camera, and all I could focus on was the tight body, rockhard and lean. His abs were cut like iron and is muscles defined better than I thought. I could feel my cock start to rise a little bit.

I shoved the pictures in their envelope, sealed them shut, and shoved them in the slot marke “Y.” I went about my business, cleaning this, stocking that, when I heard the PA squeak on.

“Customer service to photo.”

It was Jennifer, and you could hear the disdain in her voice. I rushed over, not wanting to cause a customer to wait, and nearly ran right smack into the person waiting at the counter. I wish I had. When I looked up, there he was, the gorgeous blonde boy, waiting for service. There’s more than one way I wanted to service this boy, I thought to myself. He was wearing a very similar outfit to the one I had seen him in before, only now his shirt was orange and he had sunglasses on his hat.

“Picking up pictures?” I asked.

“Yeah, under the name Yates,” he said. I knew exactly who he was and who the order was for, but I wanted to play with him a little. All the while, I was trying desperately not to look too obvious with my checking out of his body, but it was hard not to stare at him.

“The only order I have is for a Margaret Yates,” I said, trying to look like I was rummaging through envelopes.

“That’s my mom, my name’s Jeremy,” he said. “I always use her name for this stuff.”

I nodded my head. “Oh ok, yeah, no prob.”

I handed him the envelope, rang him up, and watched him walk out of the store. His pants were just tight enough to see his two gorgeous muscle ass work its way out the door. I had to stay behind the counter for a while before my cock lost its erection.

***
A week later, I had all but forgotten about Jeremy Yates and his perfect body. A dozen other guys had crossed my path since then, and he was old news. But not for long.

I was eating out with a friend of mine one afternoon. The food was good, even if it was “diet food” – roasted chicken and wild rice for me, veggie stir fry for them. The conversation was light, and we were having a good time. Before long, our meal was over and we were waiting for our checks. I kept noticing a waiter on the other side of the restaurant, and he looked mighty fine in the uniform, a long sleeved cobalt blue shirt and black jeans. His body was rocking, and every muscle was defined, the shirt taut underneath such a big body. I didn’t realize it was Jeremy Yates until he was walking towards our table, two check trifolds in his hand.

“Hey, you’re the guy who sold me my pics the other day,” he said, handing me one of the trifolds.

“Yeah, did I do a good job?” I asked, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and sticking my card in the trifold. I handed it back to him.

“They look good, thanks,” he said. He peeked in the trifold and handed me my receipt.

“Don’t forget this, it’s your copy,” he said. I took the receipt from him and our hands touched, and I thought I was going to die. He was so gorgeous right now and I just wanted to melt into his arms.

“Thanks,” I said.

He walked away and I admired the view for a few seconds before turning to the receipt. As I was folding it up, I noticed a message written on the back.

Thanks for the pics, call me!
555-236-6326
Jeremy

I almost passed out. Had he just given me his phone number?

***
I didn’t call him. Every time I would have the phone in my hand, the number entered, my thumb on the CALL button, I would freeze. There was no way that he, such a stunning beauty of manhood, would want me, a flabby photo tech at a drug store. And so I would toss the phone aside and pretend like it didn’t exist.

A few weeks after I received the phone number, I was at work and minding my own business. I had my back turned to the floor, trying to unjam the photo printer.

“Josh?”

I turned around, expecting a manager or a fellow coworker. But no, it was Jeremy Yates, hands on his hips. He was wearing a navy blue long-sleeved shirt, with a v neck that exposed the perfection in his neck and the tops of his pecs. His jeans were narrow and fell evenly over a pair of black boots. He was hatless, and a pair of sunglasses was in his hand.

“Hey, can I help you?” I asked, trying to act like I didn’t know who he was.

“Yeah, I coulda used your help about two weeks ago,” he said, crossing his arms. “You never called.”

“I thought was was a joke,” I said, standing on the other side of the counter from him.

“Why would it be a joke?” he asked, looking genuinely surprised.

“Look at me – I’m not the kind of guy you’d be interested in,” I said.

“How would you know?” he asked.

He shifted his stance and waited for my answer. I shrugged and hung my head. He was right there, telling me he was interested at the least, and I was too stupid to say anything back! The picture of gorgeous perfection was staring me in the eyes, and I was making excuses on how awful I was.

“What time do you get off work?” he asked.

“Ten,” I responded. He grabbed a piece of paper laying on the counter and wrote something down and then handed me the paper.

“That’s my address. Be there after work and I’ll show you what I’m interested in. If you don’t show, I’ll know you’re not interested,” he said.

And with that, he walked out, leaving me standing there with his address in my sweaty palms.

***
At ten twenty, I pulled up to his apartment building and got out of the car. My mind was racing, and my heart felt like it was in my throat. I was so nervous; I had no idea what was going to happen. What if this was a joke? What if he was fake? I almost turned around and left a hundred times before I looked up and realized I was standing at his door. My hand when to knock, and then I pulled it back. There was no going back.

I knocked gently – nothing. I knocked again, a little harder – nothing. I turned to leave, dejected and sad, but decided maybe I needed to try it one more time. My hands were sweaty, my heart was pounding, and I was ready to run. I knocked one more time, harder and longer.

“Coming,” I heard from the other side.

I waited until he opened the door. He was smiling from ear to ear when he asked me to come inside.


Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy! Please leave helpful comments - and lots of them! Part 2 should be up tomorrow or the next day!

 

[dragonhunter501]

Absolutely amazing!

I can't wait for the next chapter.

 

[BiMike]

Nice story, waiting for more

 

[Craiger]

Great build to what sounds like an exciting time for Josh........... Welcome to the story forum.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Great start! Please, do continue

 

[hardreader]

Of course I've only seen one introductory chapter, but I have to say that your storytelling ability stands out. You are creating a great main character intellectually and giving him a solid social and psychological grounding for the reader. The detail is beautifully balanced. Enough to make the story seem incredibly real and life-like, not so much as to slow it down.

And you understand anticipation, need, lust and insecurity. I suspect we'll see in future chapters that you understand a lot more than that about guys.

If you'd had a dozen more chapters posted, I suspect I would have been unable to stop reading, even though I have a million other things to do.

I will certainly look forward to your next chapter. Please, don't let this story slip away. It has the potential to be way too good to slip into the JUB trash can of disinterest and laziness.

I'm already a fan.

 

[Boner-69]

I concur with HR. FlipFlopJosh, you must keep this story going, if for no one but me. I'm hooked and anxiously waiting for Chapter 2. Jeremy and Josh...two of my favorite names. And the anticipation and the heat is building. You're a great story-teller. I'm glad I found this thread tonight...

 

[FlipFlopJosh]

Hey, part 2 won't be up until tomorrow, but hopefully in the morning! You're all going to love part 2 I hope!

 

[FlipFlopJosh]

Being the Person I Can Be – Part 2

“Come in,” Jeremy said, stepping aside and letting me come in the door.

I stepped in and surveyed the room. It was neat, but there was just enough clutter to make it look like a real home. It wasn’t big by any means, just a couch against the wall, a coffee table with magazines and a newspaper strewn across it, and a simple kitchen – almost like a kitchenette.

“You have a nice place,” I said. He took my coat and tossed it on a chair.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked. He was still smiling and rubbing his hands together, as if it was cold in there.

“Oh no, thank you though. I probably shouldn’t stay long,” I said. I was genuinely scared out of my mind. I had absolutely no idea what was coming, but I was nervous that whatever it was, I wasn’t going to be any good at it.

“Sit down for a minute at least,” he said, pointing to the couch.

I sat down on the very edge, right up against the armrest. It was obvious that I was nervous and I was pretty sure Jeremy could tell. Half of me hoped that he would say this was a bad idea and send me home, I was so nervous. But I knew that I would wake up in the morning and spend the rest of the day hating myself for being such a bitch at his house. Jeremy sat down, right in the middle of the couch, and leaned back, his arms spread across the back of the couch.

“You can sit back, you know. The couch won’t eat you or anything,” he said with a laugh. I slid back into the couch, but stayed in the corner. I turned my body to look at him and couldn’t help but marvel at him. He was wearing the same thing as before, and he had put his feet up on the coffee table.

“I’m glad you decided to come over,” he said.

“Really? I’m not a very good guest, I don’t think,” I replied, looking down at the foot and a half between our two bodies.

“You do this a lot don’t you?” he asked.

“Do what?” I replied, looking at his face. Oh, his glorious face!

“You get into a situation and back out of it. You need to have more confidence, man!” he said, tapping my shoulder with his knuckles. “I didn’t invite you over to sit here and dog yourself.”

“Then why did you invite me over? I’ll be honest, you’re gorgeous, and I would die to be with you right now. But I’m not exactly up to your standards.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Well, you don’t know my standards, but they’re pretty high. And you pretty much blew my standards out of the water.”

I couldn’t help but blush and smile. He was being too nice; nicer than anybody had ever been to me in my life.

“What do you like about me?” I asked. “What standards do I exceed?”

He turned to me and put his hand on my knee. I turned more into him and brough my left leg up and under my right one. His left hand was planted on my left knee and I looked at it, looked at him and we smiled together.

“What standards to you exceed?” he said. “Let’s see…you’re cute, you’re nice to me whenever I come into WGV, you develop one hell of a set of pictures..”

I laughed. “Well thank you for trusting me, your local WGV Photo Specialist, with your photo orders.”

He laughed now and tossed his head back. I could see all of his teeth, and they were white like snow. “You’re funny too, Josh.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Sure, anything,” he replied, his hand started to rub on my knee. I knew if he kept that up a lump was going to form between my legs. I didn’t want to come off as too desperate.

“You’re so built, I can’t even stand it. Why are you interested in a fat guy?” I asked.

“I thought we had decided you weren’t allowed to dog yourself anymore,” he said, retreating his hand and letting it sit between the two of us. I hadn’t realized how close our bodies had gotten during our conversation. I wanted his hand back on me, and I looked at it, knowing he could tell I missed it.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just never thought I was hot enough for a guy like you,” I replied.

“Josh, you’re smart, I can tell. You’re funny, you’re nice to everyone, and you’re cute. So what if your body isn’t as buff as mine? I don’t care. When you like someone, the bad things about them kind of get tossed aside. You ignore them,” he said. “Haven’t you ever noticed how lopsided my ears are?”

I looked at him and noticed that yes, his ears were lopsided.

“God, you’re a freak, aren’t you?” I asked with a laugh. He laughed too. But his hand didn’t return to my knee.

“It’s pretty sad when the worst thing about you is lopsided ears,” I said. “It’s not like you’re carrying around an extra thirty pounds.”

He put his hand on my stomach, right where I was the most self concious. I looked at him and he just smiled back. He put his other hand around my shoulders and pulled me in, so our faces were barely a foot apart. I raised my hand to put it on him, but I didn’t know where, so I dropped it back down on the couch.

“Just touch me Josh,” he said. My hand was shaking and I could his hand move to my hip and pull me closer still. “Put your hands on, Josh.”

I looked into his eyes and I knew that he, truly, wanted me as much as I wanted him. I put my right hand on his thigh, and my left on his cheek. His skin was silky smooth and clear as a bell. His face was coming closer to mine, and I could start feeling his hot breath on my face and I knew that my cock was gaining weight underneath my black khakis.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked. Our lips were not even half a foot apart. His breath smelt like mint and I suddenly hoped that mine wasn’t bad.

“Yes, I want this. If I don’t, I’ll regret it in the morning,” I replied. I could see his mouth smirk and his face get closer to mine.

Our mouthes touched, only briefly, a brush of silk against my lips. His grip on my hip grew heavier and stronger. Our lips parted and I could hear him exhale a laugh. I turned my head to see his face better, and he was laughing. I must have done a pretty shitty job with that kiss, I was thinking.

“Your lips are so soft, your body is so soft,” he said. Our foreheads were touching. “Your cock isn’t.”

His hand was moving away from my hip and was now gracing my thighs, moving closer and closer to the treasure between my legs.

“You’re right it, it isn’t,” I replied. “And I hope neither is yours.”

He went for it. At the same moment his hand touched my cock, I felt his tongue on my lips. I gently opened my mouth and felt his tongue probe into my mouth, dancing around before settling in. I moved both of my hands to his face. Our tongues were dancing, and he was pushing me back into the couch. He took my hands from his face and put them on his hips. He straddled my body, his tongue never leaving my mouth.

“You’ve never done this have you?” he asked, pulling his tongue away for a minute.

“No, I haven’t, not even with a girl,” I replied.

“I’ve never been with a guy before,” he admitted.

He sat down on my lap, each leg on each side of me. I kicked my shoes off and put my feet on the coffee table. He came back down and kissed me again, but this time I broke free. I pulled my tongue along his chin, strong and chiseled, and down his neck, stopping to suckle at spots, before coming down to the v of his shirt. My hands went to his chest, feeling his nipples get hard underneath his shirt. He put his hands on my head and started to moan as I played with his nipples.

After a while, he pulled back and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the ground. I instantly melted and allowed my hands to roam his body, touching every smooth, tanned muscle on his torso. There was a dusting of fine, dark hair on his chiseled abs, and my hands played there for a while as I looked him in the eyes, both of us smiling from ear to ear.

He got up and stood between my legs, his hand on his head, revealing a perfectly hairy armpit. He reached down and took my hand and pulled me up, his biceps working hard and bulging. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

I let him guide me to the bedroom, where he turned on two beside lamps. He came closer to me and kissed me again, bringing me close and wrapping his arms around me. I felt his hands move under my shirt, and before I knew it, my shirt was off and he was nuzzling my neck.

“I want you so bad, Josh,” I heard him say into my neck. He sounded pitiful, almost as if he were about to cry.

His arms were tight around me and he pulled me back onto the bed, rolling around and kissing for a little while. He would flick my nip with his tongue and I would start giggling, and then he would put his tongue in my mouth and we’d giggle together. Before long, he had me pinned down on my back, his body weight on me, kissing me deeply. I could feel his cock in his jeans against mine crotch, and we were both obviously hard as rocks.

“Okay, I think it’s time we get serious,” he said, getting up and standing over me. “Do you want to get serious?”

He reached down and grabbed my cock under my pants. “If we don’t get serious, you’re never gonna this off though.”

I giggled and reach out and touched his. He looked down and giggled too. I felt like a school girl messing around with his friends on the playground with all of our giggling.

“You want it?” he asked, looking from my hand to my face and back. I nodded slightly, biting my lip.

I had completely given up on trying to make excuses. While I didn’t understand why he liked me so much, I wasn’t going to argue anymore. I would just do what he wanted, because he wanted was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be with him, and he with me.

He undid his pants and they dropped to the floor, revealing a sexy pair of dark purple bikini briefs. His legs were thick, and there was a fine silky layer of hair up his legs and across his thighs. He was so manly, so sexy, I just wanted to melt. He straddled my chest, taking my hands and putting them on his chest, so I could look up into his eyes. His eyes were piercing through me; I felt like they were making love to my soul. He scooted his ass closer to my face until his package was laying at my chin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, looking into my eyes.

He leaned forward and put his arms on the headboard, which meant his purple bikini briefs were now sitting on my face. I could feel him gyrate his hips into my face, his hard member knocking against my face. He was so hard, and so hot, I just wanted to make him happy.

“Take it out,” he said, sitting up.

I touched his cock through the underwear, rubbing it, and noticing a dark spot grow on the material. I massaged that spot and looked up at him. “Is that your precum?”

He nodded, and he looked like he was having a difficult time swallowing, breathing even. He reached into his underwear and started massaging his cock when I looked up right into his eyes and opened my mouth just a little. He pulled out his cock and I almost passed out. It was longer than I thought, thicker too, probably a good seven inches long and as thick as a three of my fingers put together.

“You want it?” he asked.

He looked like he was in ecstacy. I openened my mouth just enough so that the tip of his head entered my mouth, instantly dripping precum on my tongue. I massaged his head with my lips, and then I felt him push a little farther in. I looked up and saw Jeremy’s muscle body, and could hardly contain myself as he slid his cock into my mouth. It was so hard and veiny, and all I wanted was for it to be in me. He kept pushing, and he was leaning against the headboard again, moaning and groaning. Everyone once in while I’d hear an “oh fuck” and then a big moan or groan. He started pushing harder into my mouth, and soon I could feel his bush against my nose, his balls on my chin. It was then that I realized I could feel his cock head againt the back of my throat, which set off my gag reflex. I gagged, and I felt him sit up. I gagged again, and then he pulled out of my mouth.

“Of fuck, I’m so sorry Josh, I didn’t mean to gag you,” he said. He put his lips to mine and kissed me. My eyes were watering and he kissed the tears away. “We don’t have to do that again, I’m sorry.”

“I think maybe you should keep it out of my mouth for a while,” I said. “I’ve never had anything in me before, remember.”

He nodded and kissed me again. I could feel his hands move to my dick. His mouth grazed my body all the way down, past my chest, my nipples, down through the hair on my stomach, until he reached my waistline. He undid the button, unzipped my zipper, and reached in and pulled out my cock, fully hard and masked behind my white briefs.

“Whitey tightie boy, huh?” he asked, smiling. I smiled back and nodded.

He put his hands in my underwear and in one swoop he had my pants and underwear off. I didn’t even have time to process it before I felt his mouth engulf my cock. I instantly moaned and groaned, arching my back and bucking like a bronco

“Holy fuck, a little warning would have been nice,” I moaned. He had my entire cock buried in his face, and he wasn’t even choking.

He pulled it out and my cock was slick with precum and his mouth. “I just want it man, I want it bad,” he said. He slapped his face with my cock and then took it all in again.

My entire cock was in his mouth, my hairy balls agains this chin, his face buried in my bush, which, honestly, I don’t trim up. He was going down, pulling out to my head and then jamming back in. He moved to my balls, taking one in his mouth and sucking it furiously. He gripped by hardon tight, his forearm muscles working overtime and turning me on all the more. Soon, he had both of my nuts in his mouth, and I thought I was going to explode.

“Jeremy, I’m gonna cum,” I said.

I pushed his head back, but he pushed against me, putting his mouth back on my cock. I pushed his head back again.

“I’m gonna fucking blow, get back,” I said. He shook his head and looked me in the eyes.

“You want me to cum in your mouth?” I asked. He moaned his approval.

I sat up so I could see him working my dick, but I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I creamed his mouth. His hand was jacking me off while he massaged my head with his lips. I felt my nuts tighten, and my cock grow another little bit. I moaned and bit down on my lip, grabbing the bedsheets, trying to hold on. Jeremy let go of my cock and started running his lips from cockhead to the base of my shaft.

“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned, arching my back.

He never stopped sucking. I felt it well up, and then pop! My cock exploded, sending me into the heavens, cum pouring out like milk from my cock. Jeremy kept going down on it, getting every last drop of cum out of my cock. He pulled back off when he I was drained, and I could see thick ropes of cum oozing from his mouth.

“You got something on your face,” I joked. He giggled and put up a finger as if to say “one second.”

He straddled my face again and took my hand, guiding it to his cock. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I grabbed his hard, leaking member and it wasn’t long until I heard moaning and his dick get even more hard. At first, it was a thin shot of jizz, and I was dissapointed, but then the dam broke and my face was flooded with thick ropes of his juice. It got in my hair, on my face, hit the headboard behind me.

He collapsed onto me and our lips touched, then his tongue entered my mouth and I could feel warm liquid flooding my mouth. He was kissing me with a mouthful of my steaming cum. We shared my juices for a while before I licked off my jizz from his face and he licked his off me. We laid next to each other, spent.

“You’re so hot,” I said, turning and resting my head on his chest.

“Look who’s talking,” he said back.

We laid like for a while before sleep overtook us. As I drifted off, the last thing I thought of was how perfect I felt right at that moment. Thirty extra pounds or not, I was in love with Jeremy, and I was pretty sure he was in love with me.


Hope you enjoy part 2! Remember, they have to wake up in the morning! Part 3 should be up by Friday at the latest.

 

[hardreader]

I'm so hard right now! Fucking awesome hard thanks to you and your story. You write good characters and you write great sex. It's sex the way I like it. Lots of cum. Lots of kissing. Lots of emotional baggage making it all the more powerful as it builds towards my climax. For a newcomer or a pro, in two chapters you have already done a great job.

As much as I'm ready and horned up for more of Person I Can Be as soon as you can crank it out, don't rush. Make it great. Make me cum so fucking hard I never forget it. You can do it! Go for it! Make us all cum!

And while you're getting us all off with your sex writing talents, don't forget the story. Without the story you lose your power to pleasure us.

One more thing, maybe ... just maybe ... you already got my cum. Thanks.

 

[PerpetuallyHard312]

This is really developing into a very hot story. The first two chapters were excellent! A big thanks to HR for referring me to this awesome story. I eagerly look forward to the next chapter.

 

[Craiger]

What an erotic chapter. How great that both of them were basically virgins to gay sex but had no problem in knowing exactly what to do. And boy did they do it. Look forward to experiencing more with them.

Craiger

 

[FlipFlopJosh]

Part 3 will be up early next week - want to build the suspense! Please comment if you read this, it's definitely a huge encouragement to continue when I see them!

 

[dragonhunter501]

Wonderful.. Just wonderful!

Please continue! I am so in love and this is only chapter 2. I just can't wait for more.

 

[Valefortia]

HOLY CRAP man this story is so hot. Love the description of the hot blowjob you gave him until he hit your gag reflex. Shocked that you said “I think maybe you should keep it out of my mouth for a while,” I said. “I’ve never had anything in me before, remember.” tho, I WOULD HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR MORE based on your description of this guy. Was so horny wanting to read part 3 but you haven't posted it yet.

Ill be waiting haha.

 

[DonQuixote]

Josh,
Thank you for this incredible story.
I see our Master Teller of True Lives has found you ahead of me, and
given you his high praise - and deservedly so!

The passion, the insecurity, the angst, the desire - a bowl of spaghetti of nerves, going every which way, fighting at cross purposes, even when it gets spelled out for us.

We are insecure creatures, looking for acceptance, wanting to be loved, then afraid to accept it when we are actually graced with it.

I can relate to our Photo Specialist in the angst and insecurity dept.

Thank you, again, for sharing your formidable talents with us.

 

[FlipFlopJosh]

Being the Person I Can Be – Chapter 3

I woke up in the morning to sunlight shining through the slats of the blinds. I was lying on my back, the covers pulled up to my waist and my cock creating a tent with my morning wood. I could smell something cooking in the kitchen, and turned and saw that Jeremy was up. I checked the clock. It wasn’t even nine in the morning.

As I lay there, I could hear Jeremy rustling around in the kitchen, pots and pans clanging, water running, the sounds of someone cooking up some breakfast. I smiled to myself, and realized that the last time somebody made me breakfast was my mother, and that was nearly two years ago. I sat up in the bed, looked around, and noticed that he had folded up my clothes and lay them on a chair next to the bed. My shoes were straightened and set aside. “He’s really taking care of me,” I thought to myself. I noticed that his clothes were not accounted for; he was either wearing them or had put them away. I was hoping that he wasn’t currently wearing them.

I got up and didn’t bother with my clothes. I poked my head around the corner, and he was cooking breakfast, just as I thought. However, from my view, he was completely naked, save what looked like a black apron tied around his waist. I leaned against the doorjam, my arms folded across my chest, watching him cook, he oblivious to the fact that I was watching him intently, my eyes not leaving his body. I admired the way his back muscles worked, the way his calves flexed when he reached in a high cupboard for what looked like salt and pepper.

“I know you’re watching me,” I heard him say. I don’t know how I knew it, but I could tell that he was smiling, even though his back was turned to me.

“How can I not?” I asked.

“That wasn’t a complaint.”

I laughed and stepped behind him, resting my head on his shoulder while he cooked. I could see that there were eggs in a skillet, and a waffle maker oozing batter out of the sides was set aside. There was also a saucepan with a red liquid in it. He dipped his finger in the liquid and let me suck it off his finger.

“Strawberry sauce?” I asked, taking a little extra time on it.

He nodded and continued cooking. I stood over his shoulder, and finally decided to do what I really wanted to do. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head in the crook of his neck, kissing his neck and cheek.

“I can’t wait to try your cooking,” I said into his ear. He smiled and touched my face with his head, a little gesture of thanks.

I pressed my chest against his back and soon I could feel his ass against my cock. His ass was hard, harder than I thought an ass could be. It was smooth too, and I could feel his ass meat against my hips like we were meant to be that way, forever and forever. I kissed his neck and cheek again and sighed, resting my head on his shoulder again. He stopped working and twisted out of my grip.

“Don’t ever touch me with that again,” he said, motioning to my cock. “At least not without telling me, ok?”

I backed up and could feel my boner go down, and my heart sink. I had screwed it up on our first morning together – great. “I’m sorry. I thought, you know, after last night, we were, I dunno, kinda close like that,” I managed to say. I could feel a lump in my throat develop and I quickly cursed myself for allowing him to effect me so much so early on.

He looked just as hurt as me though. “No Josh, don’t say that. I want us to be close like that. I just…can’t, at least not like that, that’s all. I’ll tell you someday, but I just can’t right now.”

He came close to me and pulled me close, resting his forehead against mine. “Can you understand?”

I nodded and let his lips touch mine for a second, just enough to restore my morning wood back to where it was before. He laughed and reached down, touching my cock. “If we don’t stop I’ll never get breakfast in you.”

I laughed and watched him finish breakfast. He was pulling plates out of a cupboard when he looked at me and winked. “Go get back in bed, I’ll bring it to you,” he said.

He playfully swatted me away, and I quickly went back to the bedroom, pulled the covers to my waist, and sat up, waiting for him. I could hear him dishing out the food, the sound of silverware. I couldn’t help but think that Jeremy was quite possibly the greatest person I had ever met in my life. But why was he so put off by my cock against his ass? I figured he was just unsure about something so close to ass. We were both virgins to anal sex, and I knew that if his dick was pressed against my ass, I probably wouldn’t be too happy about it either. As I was thinking about it, I couldn’t resist just holding my cock in my hand, as if holding it was letting it know that I knew it was there. I usually didn’t have such severe morning wood – I could usually get it to go away – but I knew that my time with Jeremy was making it much worse.

“You ready?” I heard him ask.

“Been ready,” I joked.

He came in the bedroom, a standing wooden tray in his arms, and two plates of food on it. A crystal vase held a single rose, and a piece of folded up white paper. He set the tray down over my lap and then climbed in next to me.

“You didn’t have to do this, Jeremy,” I said. “We barely know each other and you’re making me breakfast in bed.”

My eyes took in the food. There were scrambled eggs and waffles, and a richly red strawberry sauce was drizzled over the waffles. I took the rose in my hand and he put his hand over mine. I nestled my head into his shoulder and he just sighed, resting his head on mine. From my position, I reached for the white piece of paper, but he grabbed it and shoved it under the blankets behind him.

“Ah ah ah, you have to wait for that,” he said.

He sat me up and we started eating, and I was taken aback by how great the food was. “Jeremy, this is really good,” I told him, trying not to shovel the eggs into my mouth. “I mean, wow, this is amazing.”

He just smiled and continued eating, watching me eat and smiling more.

“What?” I asked.

He set his fork down and sat back. “You don’t know what I do for a living do you?” he asked, crossing his arms, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I saw you at Gayle’s, that restaurant on the otherside of town. You’re a waiter or something, right?” I asked.

“You did see me at Gayle’s, but I’m not a waiter,” he said. “I own the place.”

My mouth dropped and I could tell I was looking at him funny. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-three,” he replied. “How old are you?”

“Twenty,” I replied. “How do you own a restaurant?”

He set his fork down and leaned against the pillows piled against the headboard. “It’s a long story,” he began, “but basically my father owned it, but when he died a few years back he left it all to me.”

“What about your mother?” I asked.

“She took off when I was young; never said anything, just busted free I guess. So I got everything when my dad died.”

It took me a few minutes to take it in. I tried not to have any superficial feelings, but the fact that he was gorgeous and apparently well off really did it for me. We finished our food, and sat back against the headboard, his arm around my shoulder and my head on his shoulder.

“So how did you learn to cook then?” I asked. “Everyone who owns a restaurant doesn’t know how to cook.”

“My dad taught me a lot before he died,” Jeremy replied.

“How do you run it? Like, are you there everyday?” I asked.

Jeremy shook his head. “I hired a guy when I inherited the restaurant that helps me out. He’s a great guy – name’s Greg – and he does the day to day stuff. He and I confer a lot on more serious stuff, like finances and hirings and stuff like that.”

We sat in silence for a minute. I could feel his breath raise his chest, thus moving my whole head. His heart was beating in my ear, and it felt like it was in rhythm with mine. Two hearts, two bodies, one soul, was what I was thinking about. Then I realized something and sat up, looking him in the eyes.

“Wait, if your mom ran off when you were younger, why were your photos in her name then when I developed them?” I asked.

He laughed and pulled me back down to lie next to him. “Margaret Yates is my mother. She may have skipped town, but I still use her name for shit like that. It doesn’t ask for anything other than name and telephone number. I guess I just want to stay anonymous when I do stuff like that.”

I didn’t say anthing, just nodded my head.

“Am I in trouble?” he half joked. I giggled and patted his stomach.

“I guess I won’t tell my manager…” I replied.

We layed for a while longer before he got up and announced that he had better hit the gym before the day got away from him.

“What are you doing today?” he asked, pulling on a gray muscle shirt from the bureau against the wall.

I shrugged. “I don’t have anything planned. I have today off, so…I dunno.”

“You wanna hang with me today? Hit the gym, run by the restaurant? I’m going to a beach bonfire tonight with some friends if you wanna come,” he said.

I smiled to myself and had to keep myself from doubting him. My old self was telling my heart that there was no way that Jeremy would take me out in public, let alone to a bonfire at a beach, and with his friends no less. But a new me, one that had started to grow deep in my heart and was starting to pick it’s way out, was telling me that yes, Jeremy was gorgeous, but I was just as gorgeous to him as he was to me. And I shouldn’t worry about being seen with him in public.

“Yeah, I think I can hang with you today,” I said, getting out of bed and pulling on my clothes. “I just have to run home and change my clothes to work out.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll drive you over, you can change, and then we can head out,” he responded.

I nodded in agreement and before I knew it, he was driving me home in his black Corvette. He reached over and we held hands, our hands touching and electrifying each other. Jeremy would look over and smile at me, and then his eyes would turn back to the road.

“How much does Gayle’s make? I mean, you have a freaking Corvette,” I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry about it. It makes a lot, but I don’t want you to fall in love with my money.”

I told him he didn’t have to worry about it. “You have a cute butt anyways,” I joked.

We laughed and talked the whole way back to my place. He was funny, and he knew what was going in the world, which I found just as attractive as his face and body. I couldn’t help but noticed that his gray muscle shirt was hugging his tight pecs perfectly. I admired him as he talked, and we rode the half hour to my house in deep conversation. When we reached my apartment, I let him watch me change into a white t-shirt and black running shorts before we headed to the gym.

“Can you show me what you do to look like that?” I asked, touching his chest as he drove.

“I’ll show you whatever you want,” he said.

He shot me a smile and we continued down the road, heading for a perfect day. I sat back in the seat, still holding hands with Jeremy. As we drove off, I couldn’t help but think that today was going to be a great day.


Hope you all enjoy part 3! And please, if you read this and liked it, please leave a simple comment to show your support! And yes, no sex this chapter, and probably not the next one either, but the next one will defintely solidfy the relationship between our two characters!

 

[DonQuixote]

Josh,
A nice installment.
Who could be upset with a gourmet breakfast in bed?

A little slow and steady will win the race, I suspect.

Thanks for continuing for us.

 

[Craiger]

Wow! I need to find someone to fix me breakfast in bed after a provocative night...lol One mystery that must be solved, however. What was written on the white piece of paper?????? Looking forward to the next chapter.

Craiger

 

[hardreader]

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