Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2012 11:23:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Thomas <supercoolguy999@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Start of Something 2

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance including: names,
physical descriptions, actions, and events are purely coincidental. This
story WILL contain explicit sexual contents regarding consenting adults. If
it is illegal for you to view such material, I suggest you stop reading
now. If not, continue.

The Start of Something 2
T. Vincent

I sat on the wait bench and stared at "Hunk Zimmermann" with a burning lust
mixed with some raging jealousy at his female date. I completely forgot
about my blind-date at the moment and just stared. "Hunk Zimmermann" looked
so good tonight. He sat in the booth with his back towards me sipping on
his red wine. He was wearing jeans and a striped shirt. I liked that he
tucked his shirt in. I sat on the bench wondering if I should go and
introduced myself. Then I realized how incredibly creepy and intrusive that
would be. Suddenly, I jumped from the sound of Jesse's voice.

"Hello?!" He finally picked up the phone. I had completely forgotten why I
called him. I sat there for 20 seconds, pausing. "Hello!!! Are you okay?!"
He sounded incredibly impatient.

"Hey!! Sorry! Um, I'm... Um... Um..." I'm tried to remember.

"What's wrong?!! Did he stood you up?!" Jesse sounded more impatient.

"OH!!!!! Yes!! About that!!" I practically yelled. "I was going to ask you
what his name was. The hostess would like a name and so would I."

"HA HA! Yeah, sorry, I forgot to tell you. His name is Cameron. Cameron
Wallace."

"Okay, thanks. I'll call you after the date." I sighed.

"Okay. Well, don't call too early okay?" He giggled.

"Too early? You meant too late." I was confused.

"No... I meant too early. I'm hoping you're gonna be sleeping with him
tonight."

"Jesse... I'm not gonna sleep with a guy on a first date." I whispered not
wanting the Pentecostal family of 5 sitting next to me to not hear.

"Okay! Okay. GO! We'll talk when you're home 'TONIGHT', or tomorrow at
brunch." He hung up.

I stood up and made my way to the hostess, still glancing at "Hunk
Zimmermann" the entire time. She showed me my way to my booth. Ironically,
my date was right behind the partition separating the dining area and the
reception desk. I felt really dumb. I could've just glanced in and
asked. Cameron saw me and stood up with a big smile on his face. I
recognized his face.

"Hey! You're my date!" He smiled.

"Yes, I am. I know you! We've met before." I said. "Yes, we have." He
smiled. "I'm Cam." he extended his hand. "I'm Troy, nice to meet you Cam."
I met his grip.

We sat down and I couldn't help but noticed how incredibly handsome this
man has gotten. Cam was roughly 6'1" with short brown hair. He wore a pair
of jeans with a buttoned-up shirt tucked in. I liked that he tucked his
shirt in. His sports coat has an odd pin on it which took me about a few
seconds to realize it's a scale. He continually smiled at me. I was
somewhat distracted at his pecs. They were very much defined through his
shirt. When I first met Cam was about two years ago at Jesse's company's
party. I had vaguely remembered meeting him but I don't quite remember him
this handsome. From what I could recollect, Cam was a bit chubby and he
looked a bit rough. But not tonight. He was clean shavened and
well-dressed. It appeared that he had started working out and toned his
body up. I was enjoying how his clothes clinged to his body, silhouetting
it. However, I was mostly distracted by his smile. He has a round, almost
pear-shaped face. His bottom lip was full but his upper lip was somewhat
lacking, like a lot of white guys. He has a tall, well defined nose that's
stuck smacked dab in the middle of his face. I rarely see that in guys. But
like I said, I was distracted completely by his smile. It was a great
smile. His beautiful white teeth, mixed white his big round brown eyes made
me a big warm and fuzzy on the inside. I was getting a bit flustered by it.

"Well, this is hardly a blind-date." I broke my silence.

"Why do you say that?" He's still smiling. "Well, I met you, two years ago
at my Jesse's company Christmas party."

"Yes, we did. Wow... you have a great memory." he said with a grin.

"Oh, I tend to remember faces really well. But I remembered you were with
your wife." I continued.

"Ah. Good point. I'm divorced." he was still smiling. "I sort of came to
terms with my attraction to men about a year ago. My wife then caught me
looking at some gay porn online. Before I knew it, we were divorced."

"Well, I'm sure you feel better being out." I comforted him.

"Yeah. I feel a lot better. Finally got to go out with you." He grinned.

"Ha ha. Well, I'm very flattered." I laughed. "No, I'm being serious. You
did have a point you know. This was hardly a blind-date. I asked Jesse if
it was possible that he could hook me up with you."

"Oh... So, what do you do at Cary Fundings?" I felt incredibly flushed at
this point.

"I'm one of their lawyers." He laughed. "I know, lawyers, born without a
heart. But trust me, I only handle fundings complications. Not suing people
here and there."

I was taken back by his direct nature. "I believe you." I laughed.  "You're
very cute Troy." He suddenly stopped smiling. I was now completely
flustered. "I've had a crush on you ever since I met you. I just didn't
know how to approach you back then. I wanted to introduce myself a bit more
to you then but well, I thought you were Jesse's date and I so kept it
distant."

"Well, you weren't wrong, I was Jesse's date." I tried to maintain my
composure. "You two dated?"

"No, but he did ask me to be his date that night." I was pretty fuzzy
inside right now."

He put his smile back on, "So, what do you do Troy?"

"Oh, Um... I work for an evil company. If I tell you, you probably wouldn't
like me." I stared into his big eyes. "Nah! Don't worry, nothing you say
right now could make me dislike you." His words were making me weak and
warm. I'm pretty sure he's not saying these things just to be polite. But I
didn't care about polite at this moment. I was still distracted by his
smile.  "Well, I work for Warken Corp. I'm the chief operating officer's
bitch more or less." I flashed my smile back at him. It seemed to turn him
on.

"It's not that evil. You guys just... rob people in daylight. My company
does it more discretely." He flashed those teeth at me.

He ordered a bottle of wine and we spent more time getting to know each
other. I felt very comfortable around Cam. From what I've learned so far,
Cam is 30, divorced, no kids, Catholic (STILL), only child, gay, part
Hungarian, and enjoys "The Color Purple." Like I said, I felt very
comfortable around Cam. He was intelligent, good-looking, and
nice. Apparently, I am the 4th person, total, that he's gone on a date
with. He hasn't had much time after "coming out." Like I said, I was
beginning to get really comfortable. Soon, my mind wandered and I stated
dreaming, specifically dirty dreams. I began undressing Cam in my eyes, and
I can honestly say, EVERYTHING was flattering. We ordered our entrees and
spent the time talking about work until he changed the subject to one that
made me more than awkward. It made me horny. It also snapped me out of my
dirty daydream.

"So, are you a top or a bottom?" His tone changed.

Slightly taken back and was completely caught by surprised, "I'm not sure."
I stammered. "Oh, so you're vers?" He pursued.

"No... I'm really not sure." I tried not to have to blatantly say it. He
seemed to caught on. "Oh. You're a virgin." He didn't have to put it so
blatant.

"Yeah... I am. Um... How about you?" that comfortable feeling started to
wane through my stutters. "I'm a top." He simply said.

"Well, that must be a relief to know." I slowly adjusted.

"No, it's actually a bit more stressful than you think."

"Really? How come?" I continued, "Is it because you have to worry about
staying hard? Or 'letting loose' too quickly? Misfiring?" I began to feel
more comfortable and reverted back to my lippy nature.

"Ha ha. I have no trouble as far as staying hard or... 'misfiring." He
smiled again. "It's being with a cute guy that's a bottom that makes it
stressful. I mean, when I go out on a date with a guy, and I know this
sounds incredibly shallow, but in my mind, there's always the thought of
whether or not I'm going to sleep with him. But he, he KNOWS whether or not
I'm getting lucky that night. The unknown is a very stressful thing you
know." His honestly was incredibly overwhelming to me. I laughed and said,
"Well, are you stressed right now?

"Very." He simply said. "Can I be honest?" I thought to myself, 'What the
hell have you been doing this whole time?' He continued, "I haven't had sex
with a man since I don't remember when. I don't want you to think I'm on
this date with you because I want to have sex. I would like to have sex
with you, but it's not what I was intending on this date. I really wanted
to properly meet you and express my interest. I mean, you're very
attractive. I am very attracted to you and your personality. You're a nice
guy, good personality, and you're smart. Why wouldn't a guy be stressed
going out with you?"

All of his compliments just sort of sandpapered me into a smooth pile of
mushy horny. I didn't know what came over me but I just stared at him and
softly said, "Well, just to take the stress off. You're definitely getting
lucky tonight." His eyes have never opened bigger. This is the first time
he started stammering. "Um... um... um... that's great!"

I felt more relieved by his nervousness and smiled, "So... are you worrying
about staying hard and 'misfiring' now?" He chuckled loudly, "OH
NO. Definitely not!"

I had no idea why I told him he's getting lucky tonight. But the thought of
having sex, especially with this hot guy made me incredibly aroused. As we
continued chatting, I sat there once again dreaming about his body and
particularly what we were going to do. Our food arrive and suddenly, "Hunk
Zimmermann" stood up and put his coat. He turned and escorted his date when
he caught my eyes. Before I knew it, he walked over and smiled, "Hey! Funny
running into you two Friday nights in a row!"

I was so captivated and flattered by "Hunk Zimmermann" at this time that I
somehow forgotten English. "Yeah... Um... funny! Really, funny. Um... HI!"
were the few words I muttered. "Yeah, um... funny running into you. Date?"
What the hell did I just asked?

"No, just a friend." He pointed to his lady friend gathering her things,
"How about you? Date?"

"Oh!! Ha ha... Umm... Funny!!" Again... what the hell am I doing? "Yeah,
date." I introduced Cam to "Hunk Zimmermann." "How are you?!" Cam smiled.

"Good, I'm Eric by the way." Eric... Eric Zimmermann... I tried to focus my
attention but the knowledge of "Hunk Zimmermann's" name was making me
giddy.

"Hey, H... Eric!" 'Heric? Who the hell is Heric?!!' I stammered his name
out almost accidentally blurted "Hunk Zimmermann."

"I'm Troy by the way." I'm pretty sure I was the only one feeling
awkward. Thankfully, Eric ended the awkwardness and excuse himself as he
walked away toward his "friend." "Hey, maybe we'll run into each other at
the symphony next Friday." With those words, he departed and I was now
focused on my groin. My dick was hard as a rock and my only thought was to
get on my knees and pleasure Eric. Suddenly, a voice refreshed my
memory. "Your friend seems nice." I focused on eyes and realize that Cam
has been staring at me smiling the whole time. I regained my composure and
started on my food, trying to seem less embarrassed. Cam didn't seem to
notice I guess. At least I hoped he didn't.

"Would you like another glass of wine?" He gestured and I obliged. I didn't
realize how quickly everything just happened. I had came out to "Heric
Zimmermann," befriended him, and he acted like everything was normal. I
started to overthink that maybe "Heric" was gay and that he was waiting for
an indication from me so that he can make his move. Or... maybe he's been
gay all along and I just wasn't his type. Or... I've been a complete
jackass in mistaking a straight man who just happened to be polite and not
remotely interested in the same sex. Or... I've just been a jackass for
ignoring my date... who displayed a reciprocated attraction. I glanced at
Cam and smiled.

"Would you like to go for some ice cream and a walk in the park after
this?" He thought for a moment about my question and nodded his head,
"Yes. That would be very nice. Let's go to Memorial Park. I happened to
know a really good ice cream and yogurt shop near there."

With that we spent the rest of dinner chit chatting about past
dates. Mostly gossips about my ex-dates and his ex-wife. Who from what I
deduced was a pretty okay woman. Just unfortunate that their marriage was
somewhat rushed and ultimately he's the one who wasn't ready. I was still
probing his marriage and our check arrived. I insisted on paying it. That's
just something I learned from my parents; they believed it's the polite
thing to do. Before I had a chance to put my card, Cam snatched the check
from me and slipped his card in. That waitress wasted no time waltzing
away... bitch... "You can get the ice cream." He said with that smile once
again. "It was your idea after all, sort of like how this dinner was my
idea." I could understand his reasoning but it hardly seemed fair in my
head. After all, I don't think ice creamed equaled two bottles of wine,
appetizer, and two pieces of steaks.

We made our ways to our cars and he suggested I ride with him. He drove a
gray BMW. I chuckled in my head about a lawyer driving a BMW; how
stereotypical. We made small conversations during the car ride while I was
still wondering what to say to him when we're in the park. I know it was my
idea but I never said it was a good one at the time. We stopped at a place
called "Paradise Yogurt" which was full of teenagers on their first dates
(presumably). I felt like one of those teenagers. We got our ice cream and
made our ways to the park. I haven't been on many first dates but I don't
quite remember sharing spoons or taking turns licking ice cream qualified
only as "first dates." Still, I reassured myself that I am having a good
time and that regardless of whether or not this seemed like it's moving too
fast, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Then, I remembered I told him he's
getting lucky tonight. Was he waiting for me to make a move? He was
definitely an upfront and direct kind of guy so I doubt he's waiting for
me. Maybe he's waiting to get back to his place. Maybe that's why he asked
me to ride with him. My mind has never been more involved than it was then.

"Troy, can we sit down?" His suggestion was most welcome. I hate this park
at night. We sat down on a nearby bench and he started sighing. I am WAY
too chickenshit to do anything remotely bold in public; I hope he's not
planning on fucking me on this bench.

"I like you a lot Troy." It took him five sighs just to get that out. It
took him FIVE sighs just to get THAT out?! "I like you a lot too Cam." It
took me none, just a lump in my throat.

"Well, I'm glad you do. I just want to say this so that I don't have to
feel shitty about not saying it later. I don't want to have sex with you
tonight." My stomach dropped. "Don't get me wrong, it's not because I don't
want it. It's just that... I would feel so guilty. I have to admit that
when you told me you were a virgin, a perverted part inside me was so
incredibly turned on that I would've probably just attacked you right
then. But, I want you to like me. I would feel so guilty if I had sex with
you tonight. Like I was taking advantage of you." I was about to cut him
off when he raised him hand up. "Look, I don't want a first date to be this
complicated. I'd rather we both have fun. Are you having fun?"

I composed myself before I answered. "Well, of course I'm having fun." I
grabbed his hands, "And you're right, a first date shouldn't have to be
this complicated. I enjoy your company, you enjoy my company. Let's leave
it at that. Let's enjoy each other's company tonight, next week, whenever,
until we either no longer feel that enjoyment or we're ready to take it to
a different level. How about a second date?" I didn't want to press the
issue further. A part of me was disappointed but I also understood what he
meant. If he wanted to take it slow, I could do it.

"I would like that." With that, he grasped my hands and lifted me up and
walked me to the car. We held hands the entire time. We were almost to our
car when he pulled me towards the shadow of a tree. He leaned on the trunk
of the tree and shifted his hands from mine to my face. Those big, strong
hands gripped my neck and my cheek and pulled me in. "I would like one of
these tonight though." His lips pressed on to mine in a most tend and
incredibly passionate kiss. He didn't slip his tongue in. I wanted him to
slip his tongue in but he kept it very simple. Yet, I felt even more giddy
than I ever had tonight. He pulled away and like those lips, our hands met
again. We walked to the car and he drove me back.

I didn't say one word. Actually, I didn't know what to say. My knees felt
weak and my mind was racing. I wanted another kiss. He reached my car and
parked to the side. We sat there for a bit staring at each other. I finally
got up the nerve and the audacity. My hands now reached over grabbing his
cheek and neck and I told him, "I would like another one." He obliged. I
didn't slip him my tongue. We released our lip lock and I was entirely
erect. I hurried out of his car trying to hide my erection and rushed into
my vehicle. I waved him goodbye and drove home.

That night, I masturbated about five times. I kept playing the kisses we
shared and they kept making me harder. I felt happy.

To be continued...

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