Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 03:16:33 EDT From: DinkyWriter@aol.com Subject: Soul Mates, Chapter 1 Disclaimer: The author declares that this story and its characters are fictitious and is not intended to mimic or relate to any real person. Should you be likely to be offended by material of a homosexual nature, including descriptions of sexual acts, then please leave now. The author is happy to receive comments both good and bad, provided they are constructive, and will endeavour to reply to all (no promises) sent by email to the address below. Happy Reading! P.S. IDEAS FOR STORIES WILL BE ADDED TO A GROWING LIST OF SUGGESTIONS; THE MORE I LIKE THE SUGGESTION THE QUICKER IT GETS WRITTEN! Copyright DinkyWriter 2002 Contact the author: DinkyWriter@aol.com Soul Mates by DinkyWriter Chapter One I had not seen him before, and even though I knew who he was, I couldn't bring myself to go and talk to him. For me the very idea of going up to a complete stranger and starting a conversation is just too terrifying for words. Just the thought of it makes my skin go clammy and my heart race with fear. His name is Tom, he lives next door to us, well actually he lives at university, London I think, but his parents had said he would probably come home during the summer holidays. They were new neighbours about eight months ago, and though that is a short time to form an opinion they seem nice enough. I was on `post and plant' duty while they were on holiday touring Australia for four weeks. "Just ignore Tom if he's about" they had said, he had apparently been told about my duties so knew I would be popping in once or twice a day. They had also assured me that there would be no wild parties, as if he did come home it would be for the peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of London. I was hoping that Tom would come home as I was dying to see if he was as hot as his photos suggested. Well he'd definitely come home as I just saw him running up the street past my window. Obviously into keep fit judging by his muscular body and the way he was running. The way his clothes were clinging to his body suggested his fanaticism was well worth it, but he sure looked older than seventeen did! I suppose I should let you know a bit about me before I go any further with this. Well I'm Sam and I'm 27 years old. Educated but not an academic, I work in computers, mainly system stuff, really quite boring contrary to what most people think. The money is good though. I live with my dog a golden Labrador called Mufty and she is 4, well nearly. I like to keep fit and have more than my share of compliments on my body. My frame is that of a swimmer, even though I don't swim often. I am just over 6' tall with a slim but muscular build, fair to blond hair but with very little in the way of body hair. My legs are the only part of my body that I don't particularly like for they are actually quite hairy, blondish and even though I run almost 3 miles every other day before work they are not very muscular to look at. I weigh in at just a touch under 12st and have been the same weight for over 10 years now. My butt is tight and muscular and I have a 6" cock that loves to fuck tight arses. I am a top and have only once been fucked before; it's not for me! Anyway I still have a job to do so I wondered round to next door. I knocked on the door as I went in just in case he had come back from his run. As much as I thought he looked hot and I wanted him, I knew from his mum that he was a ladies man, lots of ladies in fact, oh well his loss, eh? As I went in I collected the post then, as instructed, sorted the mail from the junk and dumped the latter in the waste bin in the kitchen. I walked round opening a few windows so the house would get some fresh air during the day; I would close them when I came back this evening, and filled the watering can for the conservatory plants. As I came out of the conservatory into the lounge I walked straight into HIM. "Oh shit" Tom spluttered, standing in the middle of the doorway without a stitch on. "Hi to you too, Tom" I countered with a wry smile drinking in what can only be described as a young Adonis standing just 10 or 12 feet away. "Oh shit, erm....erm" "Yes so you said" "Back in just a sec", he said already turning and half running to the stairs. I followed just quickly enough to see him taking the stairs two at a time. His muscles moving in unison as his nuts swung invitingly under a really sexy arse, before he disappeared around the top of the landing. After a few minutes, while I was still dreaming about how lucky I was to have seen such a gorgeous naked boy-god, Tom re-appeared, "There that's much better, I'm Tom, you must be Sam, Mum said you'd be about looking after the place. Sorry about... erm you know before, I didn't think I had company." "No need to apologise, it's your home, I'm the one that should be apologising. Anyway nice to meet you Tom. So how's Uni life these days?" "Well actually it's not really university. I know Mum and Dad tell everyone it is but it's really like a sixth-form college. It specialises in sports therapy and injuries; I aim to go into that field once I graduate." We talked for a while and even though it had been Tom that had been naked, I felt extremely exposed, although he couldn't have known I had watched him going up the stairs, I felt like he could read my mind. Now that would be bad cause my mind was creating all sorts of fantasies about what I would be able to with this young stud! And I had to remember he was straight. After a short while of chitchat I suggested that I should get on with the plants and stuff and that I would see him later. I asked if he wanted me to knock and wait for him next time so as to avoid a repetition of this mornings events. "Shit no, you just carry on as if I'm not here. I'll just have to learn to be more careful and not wander around naked so often." If only he knew that I would've rather he be naked all the time. But for now I just said goodbye and walked away with a good wank fantasy forming and a rapidly stiffening dick in my pants...and I new it was going to need releasing. ...Chapter 2 follows.