Popular Post pasidious Posted November 16, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted November 16, 2020 Still no growth, sorry about that. But it'll come. Part 1 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ By the time we reached the Denny's, my cock had finally calmed itself down. Which, I think, was a good thing at this point. Mainly because I couldn't bear to leak any more into my already damp pants. It wasn't all that cold outside, but it was fall, and there was still a chill, and damp pants were uncomfortable more so in this condition. I suppose after finally humanizing Jolias, my libido had enough sense to turn itself down a bit. But I still had to strive to keep my mind out of the gutter whenever I looked at his sexy face. My cock was still semi-hard, though. We entered the building, and of course, the only people patronizing the restaurant were younger folks like us. And a few thirty-something adults who were probably just looking for a quick place that was still open that wasn't a drive-thru. We sat down at a table and awkwardly tried to idle in silence. I mean, I guess even Jolias found himself in a situation that was somewhat unusual. He asked a random stranger whose name he didn't even know yet to get food. And I certainly wouldn't have been here under any normal circumstances. He was just so damn hot I couldn't bring myself to say no in spite of every part of my body urging me to do so. But, I was thinking with my dick. I found myself fidgeting with my hands on the table, and Jolias sat there in front of me looking around, and we both apparently forgot how hungry we were since neither of us bothered to glance at the menu, even though by now most people already know what they want when they decide to enter a Denny's. I couldn't bring myself to look directly at him. It was like avoiding looking directly at the sun, but instead with Jolias I didn't want to allow my dick to grow into full hardness again rather than avoiding being blind. By the time the waitress finally came around to collect any type of order from us, I stuttered a bit when ordering my usual root beer, and Jolias surprised me a bit by ordering just water. When the waitress wandered away, Jolias was the first to finally break the silence between us and said "Cheaper, y'know?" as he half-grinned at me, and I felt myself blush a little. Why, I couldn't know, but I also knew he was right. These places, all restaurants over-charge for beverages. "Know what you're getting?" Jolias asked me, continuing to speak. I shook my head no. "We should probably look at the menu, then, 'cuz neither do I," he giggled, and picked up his menu and started to browse it. Truthfully I already did know what I wanted. I always think I don't because I convince myself I'll try something different, but I always acquiesce and get the buffalo chicken sandwich. If it's one thing Denny's gets really right, it's their buffalo sauce. In my opinion, anyway. I pretended to look at the menu for a little bit, and then put it down, and he was still searching through it. But I quickly came to the realization that the last thing I wanted this hot dude to do was regret his decision to come here with me. Sitting here like a useless lump on a log would certainly not ring in his memory as a fun experience. "Yo, Jolias," I started, trying to sound cool. He looked up from his menu, rather expressionless, expectant of more to come. "I, uh... where'd you graduate high school?" I stammered. He half-grinned, still holding his menu up a bit, and responded "Home school. I never really attended any high school, and I stopped going to public school back in middle school. Why?" "Just curious," I muttered, feeling stupid for my pathetic attempt at making some sort of conversation. "What about you, dude?" He asked. "Huh?" He chuckled. "Your high school. Where'd you graduate?" "Oh! Uh, right here in town. Stayed local for college." "Oh cool, so if I had been going to school, we'd probably already know each other." "Probably," I said. "Well, now we can get to know each other." I felt my heart thud in my chest again. He said it with a smile. Like he genuinely wanted to get to know me. And I know it's silly, but FUCK. Jolias is the hottest guy I'd ever seen in my entire life, even on the internet or TV or in movies. Never would I have imagined he'd ever socialize with me, let alone hang out with me. But in no time at all, he was sitting across from me at a restaurant. I smiled back, not wanting to be a creepy motherfucker just staring blankly at him. "Oh shit, you already know whatchu want?" he asked, noticing my menu was flat on the table. "Y-yeah, I kind of knew before even looking at it." "Well, fuck, I gotta hurry up!" he chuckled, looking back at his menu. "No!" I burst out, too loudly and exuberantly. He looked back up raising an eyebrow at me. "I mean, uh don't feel rushed dude, take your time, I ain't in a rush." He chuckled again and looked back at the menu. "What're you getting, anyway?" he asked while keeping his eyes on the menu. "Buffalo chicken sandwich," I stated. "You like spicy, huh?" "I can go either way, but I really love the buffalo sauce Denny's has." He let the menu drop to the table and said "Well, I guess I'll give it a shot." He grinned. "Why'd you wanna come here with me?" I blurted out. I couldn't believe myself. It kept rattling around in my head, that very question. And I just accidentally blurted it out, probably sounding like I didn't want to be here. "What?" he asked, seemingly a bit taken aback by the question. His brow furrowed. 'Rephrase! Rephrase!' kept flashing in my mind. "I mean... well, yeah, we only just met, so what made you wanna come here with someone who's basically a stranger?" "I D K," he said, saying the letters instead of the words 'I don't know.' He shrugged his shoulders, and it was cute. So cute. "Kind of curious about ya, y'know?" he continued. "You seem interesting." Interesting? But then I remembered he watched me pitch a tent right in the middle of our class while having what was, to him, an obvious daydream. My heart fluttered, and anxiety crept into my mind. He's probably going to ask me what I was day dreaming about. But the waitress finally returned with our beverages after what seemed like an eternity. How long must it take to fill two glasses with liquid? But it didn't matter since we were ready to order food. And her timely reappearance allowed the subject to move away from what I was fearing would be asked of me. I told her I wanted the buffalo chicken sandwich and Jolias said "Same for me!" with a big smile, showing his shiny white teeth. "How is it you went to school around here before but didn't know there was a Denny's here?" he suddenly asked after the waitress wandered away. I actually couldn't help but laugh. "Good question, but this town is larger than it may seem. This place is kind of tucked away and I've never had much reason to venture out here." "Makes sense," he nodded, "College campuses sometimes seem like their own separate realms, don't they?" "Uhm, how many colleges you been to, dude?" I laughed. "I wouldn't know." He laughed, too. "Makes sense, though, don't it?" "Yeah, I s'pose so," I said, still chuckling a bit. I felt myself becoming more comfortable with him. He was becoming a human rather than just an object of my fantasies. Which, he still was, of course. But I could look at him and see more than that, now. "So, Jolias, how'd you get those red eyes?" I asked, and I saw his eyebrows perk up as he cocked his head at me. I continued, "I mean, what're they? Colored contacts?" His face broke out in a grin as he raised his arm and scratched the back of his head. "Nope. They're my natural eye color." "Seriously?" He nodded. "Yup." "That's so cool, dude. Never knew it was even possible. They're... striking." I saw his face turn red. Holy shit. Did I make him blush? "People always stare at them, but no one's ever said it's cool before," he said. "It's so unique and they stand out like crazy with your dark tan." Now it was my turn to nervously scratch my head. "I mean, of course you already know it's unique. I'm just sayin' I think it's awesome." He was grinning. It's almost like he's at least somewhat embarrassed by his eyes, or at least not used to receiving compliments about them. Not entirely sure why anyone would think negatively of them. But then he gave me a perfect example. He sort of glanced down at the table. "I've, uh, been told they make me look evil. And... I don't mean, like, jokingly. I once heard some woman suggest I was Satan himself..." "Seriously, dude? That's fucking stupid." But in reality I guess it made sense. If you've never even seen a person with red eyes before, I guess it was shocking when it finally happened. And some of those old-fashioned people, especially the religious types, would find some kind of problem with it. But they tend to weave their own delusions. "It's alright, though!" he perked back up. "Most people don't say anything, but then there's you who said it's awesome," and he gave me a cheesy shit-eating grin. "Here you guys go," our waitress returned carrying our food, placing the plates on the table. "Would you like refills?" she asked. We both looked at each other and then said simultaneously, "Sure, why not?" And then I, being the lame-o that I am, looked at Jolias and said "Jinx!" only to hear his voice resonating with mine. We burst out laughing at each other and the waitress kind of just grinned at us then walked away. "She probably thinks we're nuts," I said, after my laughter subsided. "I don't think either of us is allowed to speak right now," Jolias said as seriously as he could but broke out in a grin anyway. "Pretty sure it canceled itself out, dude." Then we laughed again. We dug into our food because, for real, we were both pretty damn hungry. I don't think either of us was used to having to wait so long to eat. I'll have to plan to eat before class next week. Who knows? Maybe Jolias will join me then, too. "Shit, you weren't lyin'," Jolias said with a mouthful. "Hm?" I grunted as I chewed my own mouthful. He swallowed. "This buffalo sauce is killer, dude." "Told ya," I muttered before taking another bite. We continued to eat our diner dinners in relative silence, both of us eating at an accelerated pace. I was super hungry and wanted to eat everything. I got the impression that Jolias felt the same. I finished first and sat back in the booth seat, and silently watched Jolias finish his food. I didn't feel as awkward or self-conscious now watching him. But, even now, looking at his cute and sexy face, even as he dumped food into his mouth, he was causing my cock to stir in my sticky boxers. The guy was truly hot. But then he took his last bite and mimicked my own behavior and sat back in his seat, letting his ass slide a bit forward and somewhat matched my posture. We sat like that in silence for a few moments as the waitress came and collected our plates and left the check. I ignored the check, not wanting to leave yet. I kept my eyes on Jolias and noticed he was looking directly back at me, straight into my eyes. "So what were you daydreaming about?" He finally asked it. I knew it was coming. "Hm?" I feigned ignorance. "Y'know, in class, when you almost went all catatonic." Shit. "Uhmm, nothing interesting, was just imagining, uh..." I trailed off as my mind frantically searched for a plausible lie and couldn't find one. Why? A billion different things I could have been imagining and somehow I couldn't come up with one. "Nuh uh," he said before I could finish thinking of a lie. He sat up a bit. "No way you were thinking of anything uninteresting with a tent like that. No way." He broke out into a grin. "So what was it?" "Dude, you know guys get horny sometimes, we're both dudes, so you know." "Fuck that noise, dude, I wanna know what was in your head!" he said, sitting up further. "I mean, shit, I get horny sometimes in random places at random times but nothing makes me pitch a tent like that. Dude you were full-on hard." Shit shit shit shit shit. Wait, I saw an out. "What, you sayin' just because you got a small dick that every other dude must have one too?" I said as jovially as possible, grinning. He chuckled. "Fuck off, man, my dick is plenty big, don't you doubt it." He looked around and said quieter, "Were you fantasizing about sex?" He wasn't going to let this go! Goddamn it! I'm running out of ways to skirt the topic. And having him tell me his dick was big wasn't going to help me stay soft, either. "Jo... I was... just..." I tapered off before I could even begin. I couldn't think of anything to make him let it go. "Yeah, I was imagining having sex. So what?" "Who was it? Dude you gotta tell me!" he excitedly responded. "Wait would I even know her?" he cocked his head, looking slightly up towards the ceiling. And then he looked back into my eyes and said "Is it even a her?" grinning widely. "No you wouldn't know him!" I blurted out tersely and way too quickly for my mind to find the right pronoun. I knew I slipped up and revealed too much the instant I said it. My lips puckered as I watched Jolias's face as his eyes went wide, but he kept that stinking grin. "I mean, her-- I meant to say her-- it's a she--" "It's okay, dude, I had a feeling." Jolias stopped me from continuing to stammer like an idiot. But now it seemed there was no convincing him otherwise, not that it wasn't even true. "H-how... could you have a feeling? You only just met me," I muttered, my eyes diverting to the tabletop. "Guys like us, dude, we just tend to know sometimes. We get a feeling. Don't you?" I honestly didn't know what he was talking about. I've never possessed the ability to look at another dude and just know or at least have a strong suspicion that he was gay. "No, I've never been able to..." I trailed off. I just realized he said 'guys like us'... "Wait. Did you just say 'like us', as in... you're gay, too?" I quietly said, looking into his face. He nodded, fidgeting a little with his hands. "Shit," I breathed, somewhat relieved but surprised at the same time. That's two for three so far. I'd initially believed he'd never want to socialize with me, ever. I was wrong about that one. And then I believed he couldn't possibly be gay. That's another wrong idea. Now, all that's left is... nah. No way I'd be so lucky he'd actually be into me, too. "So who were you daydreaming about?" Oh for fuck's sake. "I, uh, did say you wouldn't know him, didn't I?" "Ohhh, right," he said, a certain playfulness in his voice. I reached my hand out to grab the check. As soon as I had it within my grasp, Jolias dropped his hand onto mine. His hand was surprisingly soft. I looked into his face and he into mine. I figured he was going to argue over who should pay it. I was dead wrong. "It was me, wasn't it?" 32 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadMutter Posted November 16, 2020 Share Posted November 16, 2020 And it just keeps getting better. You're such a good writer, that scene and conversation is fire. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RockyDragon Posted November 18, 2020 Share Posted November 18, 2020 I can’t wait to see where this goes!! Keep writing . I hope for lots of details when the action happens. Really lean into it 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
benroc Posted November 29, 2020 Share Posted November 29, 2020 Enjoy reading this...About first crushes, and excitement about each other... look forward to more.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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