Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 19:17:45 -0500 From: Brain Tre Subject: A Chance Meeting ***This story is complete fantasy. All of the characters are made up, and it does contain M2M sex. If this is not your thing...I would recommend you stop reading now.*** Chapter 1: Scott meets Chris Scott looked down at the clock on the radio in his car. The numbers showed 8:57AM. "Shit!" Scott said out loud. He was going to be late again. He had already been late for work three times that week. His boss told him that if he were late again, she would have to write him up. Just for being late. Such a lame reason Scott vocalized to his friend and boss on several occasions. She did not like it any more than he did, but if she did not do it, then her boss would come down on her. So they all went with the flow. Scott knew it was his own fault he was late today though. He had stayed up really late the night before. He went to bed around 11PM, like he usually did, only last night he had felt really horny. He was single and not into the scene of meeting someone in a bar for a screw and even doing the cyber thing. Scott did not even jerk off to porn videos. No, the only stimulant Scott needed when he made a date with himself was his own imagination. Scott used his imagination a lot too. It was a shame, he never could seem to meet anyone, perhaps it was that he worked in a record store, or perhaps it was that the town he worked in, was not exactly known as being a very gay friendly town. But Scott, considered himself, at least a bit of a catch. He was only 24 years old, and still attending college part time while he worked full time at the store to pay his bills. He stood about 5'9" tall, and weighed about 180lbs, hardly even an ounce of fat on his body too. He did not work out regularly, but with all the heavy lifting of cd and video boxes at work, he had managed to keep himself in decent shape. Not muscle bound, but not scrawny either. He had short brown hair, which was kept very neat, hazel eyes, that in the right light looked green. His body was smooth as the day he was born, except for the tufts of hair under his arm, and in his crotch, and he even kept his pubic hair trimmed and neat...you never know who you might run into. Scott smiled as he thought about the fantasy he had created for himself last night. He was a sports reporter for the local newspaper, and was assigned to do some after-game interviews with players of the hockey team, coincidentally enough called the Trojans. He knew these were the kind of interviews he enjoyed, because it meant he could go into the locker room, and see all the players in various stages of undress, some even naked, as they showered and changed to go out and celebrate, which usually meant they would go home and fuck their girlfriends or wives, and for a couple guys it meant to fuck their girlfriend, THEN their wife. Scott had a weakness for hockey players. He would go to the locker room, just before they left the ice after the game. His favorite thing was to watch them as the came in with their whole uniform, and watch until they were completely naked, although he thought they looked most sexy when they had nothing left on but their jockstraps. Oh, how he longed to take one of those sweaty pouches that supported the hot players' cock and balls home with him, so he could inhale the manly scent. Or better yet how he longed to be taken, and used by any one of the players on the team. He sighed softly to himself. He had better stop before his slacks start to tent out and the guys decide to kick the shit out of him. He got right to work. Trying to corner someone, anyone to get some quotes to use for the story. None of the guys were giving him the time of day. This was weird, usually at least 3 or 4 of them jumped at the chance to speak to the reporter. Maybe they knew what he was really thinking about when he interviewed them. Scott had nearly given up and was going to his editor that he was not able to get any quotes for the article, when one of the guys stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, towel over his shoulders, nothing covering him down below. Scott could not help but stare. The man was a sight to behold. 5'9" tall, dirty blond hair, cut short, stunning blue eyes, there did not look to be even an ounce of fat on this man. His body was well-defined, and chiseled, but not overly beefy. He clearly worked out. His nipples stood out like little pencil erasers. Scott longed to suck and nibble on them. He maintained his composure, and continued to, as discreetly as possible, survey this seemingly perfect specimen of manhood. His chest was smooth, as was the rest of him. He had only the faintest hint of a treasure trail leading down. Scott followed it down. When he got to the "prize" he gasped slightly. This golden stud's cock was gorgeous. Like nothing Scott had scene before. He was nine inches long, cut, and very think, Scott could not even guess at how thick he was. He had a slight patch of pubic hair, just above the base of his cock. The rest was obviously shaved off. As Scott's eyes traveled back up he realized he had been staring at the newest member, and new captain of the team. Scott had never met him before, but knew his name from hearing other people talk. His name was Jeremy. Scott realized quickly that he should stop staring, so he turned his head away, and tried to make it look like he was going to try and interview another player. Jeremy came right up to him, however, and threw his arm over Scott's shoulder. "So, you wanna interview someone about the game huh?" Jeremy questioned, his eyes sparkling in the fluorescent light. "Uh...yeah, but no one seems willing to talk to me." "Well, my friend, today is your lucky day. Lemme throw some clothes on, and we'll go grab a beer, and I'll talk to ya." "You sure? I mean shouldn't you be going to a victory party with your girlfriend?" "Nah...I do not really feel like going to the party, and well, I am as single as they come. At least for now." Jeremy said, smirking at Scott. *** Scott was brought back from his fantasy by the sound of a siren. He looked in his rearview mirror, and saw the blue lights. Then he looked at his speedometer. He was going 50 in a 25mph zone. He looked at his clock again. 9:02AM. "Shit, this is all I need now. Damn, Holly is gonna skin me alive now." Scott pulled his car to the shoulder, and sure enough the cop pulled up right behind him. Scott hoped the cop was open-minded. His car was rather adorned with various rainbow and "Celebrate Diversity" stickers. He knew if the cop were a phobe, he would be sure to get the stiffest penalty the law would allow. Scott immediately shut his engine off, and dug out his license, registration, and insurance card. He knew the cop would want it. As the cop approached, he unrolled his window, and turned to speak to the cop. "Is their a pro...." Scott trailed off. He was mesmerized. Before him stood one of the most beautiful men he had seen in a long time. He put the navy guys that came into his store to shame. He was rugged, and handsome. He had jet black hair, cropped even shorter than Scott kept his own hair. He had a short sleeve uniform shirt on, and his muscles bulged slightly stretching at the fabric. His navy blue pants fit snug, and his basket was apparent. "You in a rush today, sir?" the cop asked. "Umm...I'm sorry, I, um, I am a little late for work." "Mm hmm." Scott guessed him to be about 25 years old, and about 5'10" and about 195lbs, but if he was all muscle as Scott figured, he probably weighed more. "I do not usually speed, it's just that, well today is a big day for shipment at the store, and I gotta be there to let the delivery guy in. I am really sorry." Scott realized the cop probably could care less why he was speeding. The cop just wanted to make his quota for tickets for the month. The cop looked at Scott's license, and registration, then asked a strange question. "You work at MusicWorld don't you?" "Umm...yeah..." "Thought you looked familiar, plus I see this car there everytime I go shopping. Been wondering who it belonged too." "Shit" Scott thought, "he is a phobe and is probably gonna beat me up, and then it'll me my word against his." "Well, I think I'll let you go this time, just try and slow it down, and maybe have your man wake you up a little earlier in the morning, so you are not running late." "Thanks. I appreciate it, but I guess I'll have to set my alarm clock a little earlier then, cause there is no man in my life." "Hmm..." Just then a call came over his radio, and he told Scott to drive safe, and slow down. Maybe he would see him next time he was out shopping. Scott just sighed and drove the rest of the way to work. Without speeding. *** The rest of Scott's day went by rather quickly. Shipment came, he and his boss put everything away in record time (no pun intended). He was scheduled to leave work at 5:30. He glanced down at his watch. 5:15. He wanted to leave early, but seeing as where he was already in hot water for being late so often, he thought against asking to leave early. The more he thought about it, the less he wanted to leave anyway. He had nothing special planned for that night. Well, not unless you count a date with his right hand when he got home. He was alphabetizing some cd singles on the wall, when he heard a customer come in the store. Without really glancing up he called out "Hey, how ya doing?" "I'm ok," the customer replied. Scott did not dare venture a look right away. The customer was clearly male, and clearly had a sexy voice. Scott was afraid he would look up and it would be some nasty looking guy. But, he did have a job to do, and part of that job was to see if his customers needed help finding anything. He put the cds he had in his hand away quickly, and turned around, only to find himself face to face with the cop who had stopped him on his way in to work that morning. "Uh, hi" Scott managed to stumble. "Hey yourself." "Umm...did you need help to find something?" "Actually, I was wondering if you carried anything by Bjork. I hear she just released something new." "Oh yeah, it's right here. Actually, it is the soundtrack to the new movie she is in, Dancer in the Dark." "Oh...knowledgeable on good music I see. That is definitely a bonus." Scott managed half a smile. He was trying to figure what was so much of a bonus for knowing about good music. "Thanks. Yeah, the movie is playing downtown the next couple days. I am hoping to go see it. A buddy of mine went, and said it was fantastic." "Nice," the cop replied, "maybe I'll go check it out too." "Yeah, that's cool. You should take your girlfriend. My friend Dave did, he said she cried right into his shoulder during the last 30 minutes or so." "Well, Scott," the cop said glancing at his nametag, "I am living the single life actually." Scott was starting to feel a little more comfortable, and had not even noticed how quickly the time was going by. But he was enjoying talking to the cop. "What? A great looking guy like you? Single? I can't believe it." "Believe it. You think I am great looking?" "Umm...oh my. Sorry, I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I, umm..." Scott trailed off, not sure what to say. "Look, it's ok," the cop said, "actually, I have a confession to make. This morning, when I stopped you, After I saw it was in fact you, I wanted to ask you to go on a date with me." "What?!" "Well, I kept seeing that car, your car, and I knew it belonged to a guy who I thought I might like. I mean you have the whole "celebrate diversity" stickers on it, but you also have great band stickers too. And that is the only car I have seen like it. And, well, I was never too sure if I came in here if the car belonged to you. So I was never sure if I should ask you out." "Mm hmm...so that was what those sly comments were about this morning then huh? About wondering who it was that owned the car, and about "my man" waking me earlier." Scott said, he was grinning now. He did not even notice his boss standing in the doorway to the back room, watching the whole scene. The cop lowered his head, to try and hide how red his face was turning from the embarrassment at being found out. "umm, yeah, sort of, something like, no, exactly like that." Scott chuckled, and looked down at the cop, "cool." The cop looked up at Scott and was smiling again. "So, you think maybe you and I could go check out this movie together?" he asked, indicating the cd he held in his hand. "Yeah, I think that could be arranged," Scott replied, "but wait, can I at least know your name?" "Oh wow, yeah, sorry, it's um, Christian, I go by Chris. So, hmm...when are you free?" "How about tonight!" Donna exclaimed from the back of the store. "Wha-, oh my God, I, oh wow," Scott stuttered. "Tonight is good for me," Chris said sheepishly. "Sure, just let me get my things. Oh wait, aren't you still on duty?" "Actually, I got off duty about 45 minutes ago. But, now that you mention it, I would like to go change out of my uniform into something a little more comfortable. Think you can give me about 30 minutes? I could just pick you back up here, I mean, if you want." Scott looked at Donna, she grinned at him. He looked back at Chris, and said that would be fine. He would be waiting for him. With that, Chris paid for the cd he had in his hand, and dashed out the door. Scott looked at Donna. He had not even realized that it was already 6:30. He had been talking to Chris for over an hour, and had not even noticed that Eliza had come in to work, and was busy waiting on all the customers, only a handful of whom, Scott, found out, thought that the two men would make a cute couple. All of this became known to Scott when he went to the back room to talk to Donna. "What am I gonna do?" he exclaimed. "You are gonna go out on a real date. And it's about fucking time, too," Donna replied simply. "Not that. Look at me. I look like shit. We were busting ass all day with that damn shipment, I got sweaty. Damn, I probably smell." Donna walked over to him, gave him a whiff, and gave him a thumbs up. Scott did not look relieved. "OK, give me money," Donna said. "Why?" "I am gonna go buy you some clothes. Let's see, some nice khakis, that fit just snug enough to show off that sexy ass of yours." "Donna!" "Oh please, we're friends, I can tell you that you have a sexy ass if I want to." "Fine, whatever. Here. Just hurry." Donna snatched the $50 away from him, and was off. But not before she told him to stay clocked in and keep working until she got back. That and that he could come in a couple hours late tomorrow. Just in case he was out late tonight. Scott sighed, and sat down at the computer to keep working on the schedules Donna had started. Thoughts of Chris filled his head. He almost wished Chris had not gone home to change. He thought he looked especially sexy in his uniform. But Scott told himself to stop that sort of thinking. Who knows, maybe Chris could be his Mr. Right. Although, with as hot as Chris was, Scott could settle for Mr. Right Now. Donna was back in about 15 minutes, leaving Scott just ten minutes before Chris was due to pick him up. He hurried into the bathroom to change, Donna had even thought to pick him up some more deodorant, just in case she had told him. He had to admit, he loved the clothes she had picked out for him. He suspected she put in some of her own money, because she had already ripped the price tags off of the things she bought him. He pulled clothes from the shopping bag to see what she had bought him. A nice green button down shirt, with long sleeves, a pair of khaki pants, that felt extra soft. Some clean socks. Donna even bought him a pair of black silk boxer shorts. Scott could not help but wonder if Chris would get to see them or not. He chuckled to himself as he changed his clothes. He made sure his hair looked neat, then he presented himself to Donna and Eliza for inspection. Oh, he loved the people he worked with. When he emerged from the bathroom, though, Jason, and Shelly were at the store too. They all grinned at him as he came out of the backroom. "what are you guys doing here?" he asked. "Donna called us. She forgot that planner changed tonight, so we came to help." Scott gave Donna his best evil look. She just laughed and said "well, I do have the extra hours to use tonight." "Yeah, yeah...sure Donna." Just then, they a saw a police car pull up in front of the store. Scott could see Chris in the front, looking into the store. Then he got out and he kept his hands behind his back. Eliza ran to the door to let him in. He smiled at her, and came in. "Were you looking for something?" Scott asked. "Actually, I wanted to make sure no customers were in here, cause I wanted to give you these," and he handed a Scott three flowers, a yellow rose, a white rose, and a blue carnation. "Oh wow, these are my favorite kinds of flowers, how did you..." Scott trailed off, as he heard Donna, and Shelly giggling as the rest of them made their way to the back of the store, "something tells me, I have been just a little set up here. Haven't I?" "I have no idea what you could be talking about," Chris replied, giving his best innocent looking face, "now come on, the movie starts in a half hour." As they were leaving the store, Scott heard all of his co-workers shout in unison for them to have a good time, and Shelly called after, "but not too good a time...save something for the second date." The two men laughed as Chris opened the door for Scott to get in the police car. As Chris started the car, and drive away, he offered his explanation as to why he was still in the cruiser. As it turned out his regular car was in the shop, seems he needed to have the engine overhauled, so the Chief let him keep using his cruiser even on off duty hours. Scott smiled. The ride went by without much fanfare; they talked more about music, and some of their other interests. Scott was very impressed when Chris asked him about the activism he was involved in surrounding gay rights. Most of the guys Scott had dated never really cared about that sort of thing, even though it was very important to Scott, and the work he did with the queer youth support groups meant a lot to him. He explained to Chris, the groups had been there for him, so he wanted now to be there for them. Chris smiled and told him that who knows, maybe during the next Pride parade, maybe Chris could be there to march with him. Scott reached over and squeezed Chris's hand. They held hands the rest of the way to the theater. The movie was quite full and neither of them were too sure just how open the other patrons would be, so they did not get all cuddly with one another during the show, as they would have liked. Every now and again, Scott would catch Chris staring at him. Each time Chris would get caught, he blushed a little and turned his head away. They were sitting at the back of theater because Scott loved the back row, dead center more than any other seat to see a movie, and it was dark, so Scott gently rested his hand on top of Chris's and gave it a squeeze. Chris turned his hand over at one point and squeezed back. They sat like that for the rest of the movie. As the credits began to roll and the lights came up. They noticed that the other had started to cry. It was a sad and happy ending to the movie all in the same. When they looked at each other, they could not help but laugh at their own sensitivity to the movie. Back at the Police Car, Chris opened Scott's door for him, and then quickly ran around and climbed into the driver's seat. "So what do you wanna do now?" Chris asked. "Hmm...anything except going back home," Chris sighed. "Well, ya know, we both will have to go home eventually, since we have to work, but it is only 10PM, the night is still kind of young. What do you say we just go for a drive and talk." "That sounds nice," Scott said with a huge grin on his face. Chris started the car and they drove off. Chris seemed to be taking some deliberate turns every now and then. Scott had no idea where they were going, but he was perfectly content so long as he was with Chris. Scott kind of stared off into space looking out the car window as Chris drove along. He was thinking of what he would be doing right now if Chris had not come into the store. He chuckled softly as he realized he would have been at home right now, probably laying naked on his couch with a porn video in the VCR, stroking himself to a climax. He chuckled again, and then sighed, this was much better than what he could be doing at home. "What are you giggling about?" Chris asked as he slid his hand from the top of Scott's headrest down a little, so he could tickle the back of Scott's neck. Causing Scott to giggle a little more. "Well, you are tickling me." "Yeah, but you were laughing before I tickled you." "I was? Hmm...I hadn't realized." "So, you wanna share the joke?" "Nah, it was not a joke, just, oh, it is no big deal, trust me." "If you say so handsome." Chris smiled at Scott. Scott inched a little closer. And with out any words or fanfare, the two men held hands again. The area they were driving in looked very familiar to Scott. They were not too far from the store he worked at. He suspected they were driving out to the coast. He loved the coast, the rocks to climb on; he loved exploring in the tide pools. He went a few times a summer every year since he was a kid. It truly was his favorite place on the planet. They were about 5 miles from where Scott thought they were going, when Chris pulled into a rest area. Scott figured he had to "relieve" himself, after all the soda he had at the movie, but then realized there were no facilities at this rest stop. Scott began to panic, but did not want to show his fear to his date. Scott just hoped he could fight him off if Chris tried to rape him. Chris pulled into a parking space, there were no other cars around. He shut the car off, but left the headlights turned on for a minute. He looked around, and then, seemingly satisfied that they were alone he turned the headlights off. Scott was preparing to have to fight and walk home, but Chris simply opened the door on his side and got out. Scott sat there, confused. Suddenly his door was open, and Chris had extended his hand to guide Scott from the car. Scott had a dumbfounded look on his face. "Did I have you worried?" Chris asked. "Umm...no, not at all, why would I be worried." "You sure? You look like you just escaped death." "Ok, yeah, you had me a little worried." "No worries. I promise to behave myself. Scout's Honor." "Oh, Policeman AND boy scout, my my, don't we know how to help people." "Actually, I was kicked out of Boy Scout's for not helping little old ladies across the street,' Chris said with a laugh. Scott rolled his eyes at Chris. Chris grabbed his hand again, and urged him to follow. "Where are we going?" Scott asked again. "You'll see, I promise you will love it though." Scott followed Chris down the path from the parking lot leading through the woods. He had never stopped at this rest area before. He had heard stories about guys and girls getting raped here, and although some of the stories seemed a little too far fetched, he never bothered to venture through here. It was the stories that he had heard that made him more nervous about being there with Chris, who, although he liked him very much, he still did not know a whole lot about. As if reading his mind, Chris looked back at Scott, who still had a slight look of panic on his face. And spoke, "Scott, are you gonna be ok?" Snapping back to reality, Scott replied, "Huh, uh, yeah, sorry, was just, um, in thought." "Oh shit, I never even thought about the stories people tell about this place. OK, let me put your mind at ease. All of the stories you heard, are bogus. Nothing has happened here in over ten years. The stories people tell are the same ones that have been told for the past nine years. Kind of like our own little urban legend." "OK...enough talk about that weird shit. I promise I will try and not think about the stories I have heard about this place." "Good, cause if someone tries something, I will arrest them, just for you," Chris said smiling. Scott could not help but smile back. That smile that Chris kept flashing him practically made him melt. Scott was able to keep the thoughts of some impending doom at bay for the rest of the hike through the woods. It had been so long since he hiked through anything, he was beginning to get a little winded. Finally Chris looked back at him, still holding his hand and told him to close his eyes. Although, still slightly nervous, he did as he was asked. With his eyes closed, he let Chris lead him a little further. He was stopped. Then, Chris took a deep breath and told Scott to open his eyes. Scott opened his eyes to one of the most beautiful sights of the ocean he had ever seen. He had spent his whole life only about 45 minutes away from the Atlantic Ocean, and he always was amazed each time he went to the coast. But, this was more breathtaking than he had ever seen before. To the right of him, were huge rocks, larger than he had ever climbed on, and the ocean waves crashed loudly against them. And directly in front of him and to the left, the ocean entered into a little cove, and the sea was a calm and smooth as a pane of glass. Scott looked down, and it was like looking into a mirror. Although it was getting late in the season, the ground by the nearby trees was lush with a deep green moss. Scott inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of pine and salt-water air. He sighed heavily as he exhaled. He could not believe he had never found this place before. He could not help but stare out at the water. He could see the reflection of the full moon perfectly. His gaze moved upward to look at the millions of stars filling the night sky. Scott had no idea what time it was, and he did not care. Here was a small piece of heaven. Suddenly, he became aware again that he was not alone. He felt Chris step up a little closer to him, and slide his hands around his waste. Scott reached down and held onto Chris's hands as the clasped in front of him. Chris rested his head on Scott's shoulder. Neither of the men spoke. This was a special moment for both of them. Scott knew Chris had brought him someplace special. This was not the kind of place you just take anyone. Scott knew Chris really did have a special affinity for him. Not saying a word, Scott turned his head. Chris began to turn his. As silent as the night around them, the two men shared their first kiss. Their lips met tentatively at first, then each pressed against the other a little more. Adding more pressure, and more sensation. Chris was the first to open his mouth, and Scott slowly slid his tongue in exploring the other man's mouth. Soon, however, Chris's tongue snaked its way into Scott's mouth. The two stood there, with their arms wrapped around each other, holding each other as though they would fly away if they did not, kissing gently, yet with a certain passion that neither of them knew existed. As they continued to kiss, Scott slid his hands down slightly, one hand was on the small of Chris's back, the other was resting on Chris's perfectly round ass. Scott could not resist any longer, as he slid his tongue back into Chris's warm mouth, he squeezed one of the beautiful globes of flesh through the black slacks that Chris had on. Chris jumped only slightly, but returned the gesture by kissing even harder. Eventually, the inevitable happened. They broke the kiss. They both sighed, loudly, then started to laugh. Chris looked down at his watch and gave a slight gasp. Scott grabbed his wrist and looked at the time. 2:45AM. "Wow," was all Scott said as the two made their way back to the car. "Mmm...I'll say. This has been, umm, quite a night." "I kind of wish it did not have to end." "Yeah, me too. BUT!! We always have tomorrow night." "Umm...actually, we don't," Scott said as Chris unlocked his car door and opened it for him. "Oh?" Chris asked with a quizzical look on his face. "Yeah, I have to work a double shift at the store." "What?! Why didn't you tell me? I would have made sure you had gotten home hours ago, so you could sleep," then he laughed, "we do not want you late and having to speed again do we?" Scott laughed as Chris started the car and drove away, back to the store Scott worked at so he could get his car. Luckily, Scott thought, his work was only a ten minute drive away from where they had been, so he could get home fairly soon and get a couple hours sleep. Chris pulled into the parking lot and drove right up next to Scott's car. Scott was unlocking the driver's side door with his key as Chris came over. "What? Don't I get a good night kiss?" he asked with a sheepish look on his face. "Of course you do. C'mere." With that, Scott pulled Chris to him and they resumed the passion of the kiss they had ended only a brief while earlier. This time, however, it was Chris who broke the kiss before they got caught up again. "No, you go home and get some sleep." "Oh, all right," Scott said. "Can I stop by tomorrow and say hi? Or are you gonna be too busy?" "I would LOVE it if would stop by tomorrow." "Great, then until tomorrow." Scott smiled. Chris leaned in and stole another quick peck on the lips, and walked around to get back into his car. He sat and waited for Scott to start his car, but he looked over, and Scott was hitting his steering wheel. Something was wrong. He got out and walked over to Scott's car and tapped on the window. Scott unrolled it so he could tell Chris the news. Scott's car would not start. The two men were quiet for a moment, then Chris opened Scott's car door and told him to get into his car. When Scott asked why, Chris asked how far away Scott lived from work. Scott told him it was about 20 miles. "You'll stay at my place tonight, and I will bring you to work in the morning, on time," Chris said. "Huh...no, I couldn't impose like that," Scott said. "Oh? It is not an imposition, and besides this way, I get to spend more time with you." "Hmm...ulterior motives?" Scott asked raising his eyebrows. "Not in the least, well, not unless you want me to." Chris laughed. Scott smiled again. He locked up his car and got back into the Police Car. Chris drove off, again, the two men ended up holding hands in silence as they made their way back to Chris's house. Chris did not live very far away at all, either. They were at his house in about 5 minutes or so. Scott's feelings of nervousness had completely left him. He knew he could trust Chris, if Chris had wanted to do anything, he would have done it back when they were by the ocean. As they entered the house, Chris pointed to the living room and told Scott to make himself at home, as he had to go let his dog outside to do its duty. Scott chuckled and walked into the living room, while Chris went through the kitchen to the back door, where he let a little Springer spaniel puppy out of the kennel and out the back door. Scott looked around. Chris seemed to like books, pictures, and videos. They were everywhere, every wall had an elaborate shelving system, each of which were almost full with the previously mentioned media. Scott looked at the books first. He was somewhat amazed, at the library Chris had. He had some of Scott's favorites by Dean Koontz, as well as Stephen King. He had some science fiction. He had some "classics." Scott noted that he had as part of his library, The Grapes of Wrath, The Catcher in the Rye, and Of Mice and Men. But on top of that, Chris owned some biographies, some general non fiction, and even cookbooks. Scott made his way around the living room. Looking at the video collection, Scott was again surprised to see another man with such similar tastes in movies. Ever since Scott had taken the film courses at school, his view of movies had changed. Chris owned more of Scott's favorites, like Rear Window, Trick, Beautiful Thing, and Brazil. What really impressed Scott was the collection of cheesy sci-fi flicks that Chris had. Scott loved the sci-fi flicks of the 1950s and that seemed to be almost the only sci-fi Chris had. Scott had finally made his way to the pictures on the third wall, when Chris came back in. Scott was holding a picture of a young man, and two women. "That is me and my sisters about 6 years ago." "You were cute even then." "Thanks, actually, that is the last time I ever saw her," Chris said pointing to the taller brunette. "Falling out?" Scott questioned, a little afraid to hear the answer. "Actually, she was killed in a car accident two days later. Someone smashed their car into her, because they were speeding." "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." "It's ok. But now you know why I sort of got on your case about speeding." "Yeah. Sorry." "No need to apologize. Let's just forget about it," Chris said, taking the photo and placing it back on the shelf, "I have to run downstairs for a minute, I have to actually put some clothes in the dryer, and I will be right back." "No problem." With that, Chris disappeared through the door again, and Scott sat down on the couch. A few moments later, or so it seemed to Scott, he was being laid down on a bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Chris, smiling down at him, as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Wha-what are you doing?" Scott asked groggily. "You fell asleep on the couch, while I was downstairs. I figured you would be more comfortable in here," Chris said. He thought a moment and then added, "Oh, why am I undressing you?" Scott nodded, "because you have no clean clothes here, so I figured you would not want to get these clothes all wrinkled and stuff, since you sort of have to wear them again for work." Scott mumbled something about that making sense, and sat up a little so he could help remove his shirt. Chris gasped a little. "What?" Scott asked. "Nothing, sorry, just, wow." Scott blushed, for the first time in his life he was actually beginning to feel modest. However, his exhaustion got the better of him, and he did not try to stop Chris from removing his clothes. Slowly, Chris unbuttoned Scott's pants, as if he were afraid Scott may punch him for being so "forward," but Scott just laid there, like a helpless little kid. Chris slid the pants off and folded them and placed them neatly with Scott's socks and shirt. Chris looked back down at Scott, and let out another sigh. "What?" Scott asked sitting up again. "Black really is your color." "Oh, yeah, haha, thanks," Scott said getting embarrassed. "So," Chris began, "on or off?" "Hmm...good question," was all Scott could reply, then he added, "well, how do you normally sleep, cause I tend to go au naturel." "Ahh, I usually sleep in my boxers. Well, since we both want a decent night's, well what is left of it anyway, sleep. Off yours come, and on mine will stay," Chris said, laughing mischievously. "Well, I think this part I can handle myself," with that, Scott pulled the covers above his waist, reached his hands under, fumbled around a bit, and tossed the boxers Donna had bought for him onto the chair with his other clothes. He sat back a little, and stared at Chris. Chris looked at him, and then realized, what Scott was doing. He had gotten to undress Scott and seen him, almost completely in all his glory, and now Scott wanted the same pleasure. He decided he did not want to disappoint the man he hoped he would be seeing a lot more of. As he stood at the foot of the bed, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, each button revealing a little more of his broad and tan and smooth chest as it came undone. Once the last button was undone, he stretched a little, and the shirt simply slid off his shoulders and arms and fell to the floor. Scott gasped quietly, too quietly for Chris to hear. He could not believe he was about to share a bed with someone as beautiful as Chris. Chris's chest was sculpted to perfection, yet not overly muscular. He was fit, and firm, but not bulging like some of the gym bunnies Scott had seen before. Clearly, Chris worked out, but did not let it overcome his life. Scott noticed that Chris's nipples were slightly erect, then he realized that his were too, and another part of his body was beginning to make itself known. Chris continued with his little strip tease. He unbuckled his belt and threw it across the room, knocking a picture frame off the wall where it hit, causing both men to burst out laughing. The mood was only a little ruined. Chris was able to pick up quickly where he had left off. He unbuttoned his pants, and slowly unzipped the fly. As he slid his hands into the sides of his pants, he kicked his shoes off and pushed down on the waist of the pants. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed the pants down to his ankles and stood back up, and kicked them off. There he stood, wearing only a pair on white socks, and navy blue boxer briefs. He was breathtaking. Scott could not help but to stare at the gorgeous man standing before him. The only reaction he could make was a huge grin. When he saw the grin, Chris turned a deep shade of red. He was embarrassed. He could not believe it. He had just undressed a man, and undressed himself, and now he was embarrassed. He could understand if he had never been with anyone before, but he had been involved with a few men growing up. Scott just seemed different. He glanced at the clock, 3:45. Scott looked at him and Chris turned off the light before slipping under the covers. Once under the covers, Chris's hands disappeared under the sheets. Scott was nervous and excited. He was expecting Chris to grab a hold of the hard on he had started to sport while watch Chris undress. Instead however, Chris's hands re-emerged, and he tossed something on the floor. "What was that?" Scott asked, assuming Chris had taken his socks off. "Oh, just thought we would both feel a little more comfortable if we were wearing the same amount of clothing." "Hmm..." Scott could not resist, at that point he did not care how late it was. He slid his right foot over a little, and it brushed Chris's left leg. He slowly rubbed his foot up and down. Then, he chuckled. "What?" Chris asked. "Thought you wanted us to be on the same level, clothing wise?" "Oh ok, so my feet get cold at night sue me." Both men laughed, and knew they had to sleep. As if this had been a habit for them, Chris turned on his side, and Scott spooned up behind him. His hard cock, resting between Chris's ass cheeks. Scott wrapped his arm around Chris, and with his head using Chris as a pillow, the two men, almost immediately drifted off to sleep. Holding each other. ***This is my first attempt at writing, I hope you like it. Feel free to email your comments to me at braintre1@hotmail.com. Hopefully Chapter 2 will be ready soon***