Jolias & Mike

[DennisFLL]

Hi guys – hope you’re enjoying the story so far.  Fun reading chapters coming up as the boys open up to each other and reveal more about themselves……..Dennis  

 

CHAPTER 3

We entered the restaurant, and, before taking our seats, I noticed that it didn’t matter the age or sex of the patron, they all looked with a slight gasp at the tall, mysterious, very handsome man I was with.  After the embarrassing episode in the classroom, I certainly wouldn't have gone anywhere but home under any other circumstances.  But Jolias was just so fucking hot that I couldn't bring myself to saying no in spite of every part of my brain urging me to do so.  But, I was thinking with my dick.  And maybe my heart as well.

I soon found myself fidgeting with my hands on the table while he sat there in front of me looking around.  We both apparently forgot how hungry we were since neither of us even bothered to glance at our menus.  I had much better things to look at than a menu.  What was Jolias’s excuse?  Maybe it was because most people know what they want when they enter a Denny's?  I unsuccessfully avoided looking directly at him.  It was like avoiding looking directly at the sun which causes blindness, but instead, with Jolias, I didn't want to allow my dick to grow into full hardness again causing me to then leak more in my pants.

By the time the waitress finally came around to collect our drink orders from us, I stuttered a bit when ordering my usual root beer, and Jolias surprised me by ordering just water.  The waitress looked at him in that same way that people look at gorgeous specimens of whom they want to be brutally fucked by.  Well, again I exaggerate, but my fantasies run rampant when I’m with Jolias. When the waitress did eventually wander away, he 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 did know that what he said was true.  These places, all restaurants, over-charge for beverages.  "Know what you're getting?" Jolias asked me.  I could never tire of hearing that masculine voice.

I shook my head no.

"We should probably look at our menus then, 'cuz neither do I," he giggled, and picked his up 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, while he was still searching through his.

That gave me a little time to think of where I was and with whom.  And 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 skinny useless bump 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, but then an amused full-smile developed at the sudden cool-sounding me.  And he was obviously expectant of more to come. "I, uh... where'd you graduate high school?" I finally stammered out fast, nervous to be speaking to him. I’d much prefer just looking at him. And touching him. And sucking his dick.  His bodybuilder-dick? 

Still grinning and still holding his menu up a bit, he 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, little dude?" He asked.

"Huh?" 

He chuckled.  "Your high school.  Where'd YOU graduate?  Little.  Dude."

"Oh!  Uh, right here in town.  Stayed local for college."

"Cool, me too.  So if I had been going to high 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 too.  Like he genuinely wanted to get to know me.  And I know it's silly, and I know I’m repeating myself, still again, but FUCK, Jolias is the hottest guy I'd ever seen in my entire life, even counting the Internet or TV or in movies.  Never would I have imagined a super-masculine, super-handsome, maybe super-muscle-guy, like him, would ever socialize with skinny me, let alone hang out with me and want to ‘get to know me.’  But in no time at all, he was sitting across from me at a restaurant.  And enthusiastically!  So, yeah, he obviously wanted to get to know me!  And I loved for this potential muscle-guy to be calling me ‘little’ dude. Loved to think of me as ‘little’ and him as muscular.  The thought of our bodies having that big muscle-size difference was so very hot to me.

 I looked back at him, not wanting to be creepy, but just stared 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 then!" he chuckled, smiling at me, then looking back at his menu.

"No!" I burst out, too loudly and exuberantly.  He looked back up raising a sexy eyebrow at me.  "I mean, uh don't feel rushed dude, because of me.  Take your time, I ain't in any rush."  He chuckled again, then smiled at me broadly, probably for my very uneasy use of the word ‘dude’, but also for me being sensitive about rushing him.  Keeping his smile, he then looked back at his menu.

"What're you getting, anyway?" he asked while keeping his eyes on the various selections offered.  

"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. But I’ll have two of them."  He grinned and then added, “The feeding the muscles thing, you know.”  Leak, leak.

I pondered for several seconds what was, to my ear, pure porn-talk.  Wanted him to continue with it, and when he didn’t, I totally ruined the mood with my next blurting out of, "Why'd you wanna come here with me?"  I couldn't believe I said that.  It had been rattling around in my head, that very question, and I just accidentally just released it.  It probably sounding like I didn't even 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 broad shoulders.  "Kind of curious about ya, y'know?" he continued.  "You seem really interesting," he said slowly in like a scientist’s voice as he looked at me, thrust his chin out and his eyes went into slits, feigning studying my looks and personality.  I looked back at him, thrusting my chin out as well to imitate him.   We then, almost in tandem, while looking at each other, moved our heads around and said “hmm” a lot.  We did that for a good thirty seconds, and the pretense was finally broken when we burst into laughter.  We then, for a while, just smiled at each a while, enjoying just looking into each other’s eyes and not saying anything more.   Jolias, to me, was just too adorable for words.

But my mind soon after went to the word he used: ‘interesting’.  And 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.  Subtle anxiety now crept into my mind as I just knew for sure that he was going to ask me what I was day dreaming about.

 

[Psuace]

Like the slow pace.

[DennisFLL]

32 minutes ago, Psuace said:

Like the slow pace.

Psuace, I've been a fan of yours for a long time, and praise, coming from you, means a lot!  Thanks. 

[ScottishBodybuilder92]

I really wanted to write a story like this and you're absolutely nailing it. The slow build up is dripping with sexual tension.

[DennisFLL]

59 minutes ago, ScottishBodybuilder92 said:

I really wanted to write a story like this and you're absolutely nailing it. The slow build up is dripping with sexual tension.

Thanks for your supportive comments ScottishBodybuilder92.  I give a lot of recognition to Pasidious for getting me started with this re-write.  My story is The Birdcage, to his La Cage Aux Folles!

[DennisFLL]

 

CHAPTER 4

I was sure that Jolias was going to ask me what I was daydreaming about in class, causing the tenting in my pants that he so amusedly observed.  But…saved by the bell - the waitress had finally returned with our beverages and we were now ready to order our dinner.  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! Give me two of them," with a big very handsome smile at her.  Was he flirting with her? This bothered me, as I was obviously jealous. And she responded with a flirty giggle, turned red, and needed to leave right away.  He then looked right at me and said, "Amazing that we both lived near here and never bumped into each other.  And also, both of us never knew there was a Denny’s here.  Why do think, little dude?"  

"Good question, but this town is larger than it may seem.  And Denny’s is kind of tucked away and maybe we’ve never had much reason to venture over here."

"Makes sense," he nodded, "College campuses sometimes seem like their own separate realms, don't they?"

"Uhm, I D K.  How many colleges you been to, dude?" I laughed. 

With a chuckle, Jolias responded, "Makes sense, though, don't it?" His eyes then went very wide.

"Yeah, I s'pose so," I said, giggling at just anything he might have said, but his response expression was priceless.  I felt myself becoming much more comfortable with him, as he was becoming more  human, rather than just an object of my ultimate sexual fantasies.  Which, he still was, of course.  But I could look at him and see more than that now. And I liked him even more.  Hmm, maybe a lot more?

We bantered back and forth and laughed a lot at different things for quite a while as we waited for our meals. . It couldn’t be that I was falling for him so soon, but my heart kept fluttering so just being near him, looking at him, talking to him. Oh my fucking god, what was happening?

"Here you guys go," our waitress returned a good half hour later carrying our food and placing the plates on the table.  "Would you like refills?" she asked, looking at Jolias, of course, and not at me.

We both looked at each other and then said simultaneously, "Sure, why not?" We then immediately stared at each other, then laughed loudly at the eeriness in our timing.  Two straight dudes are required to look away from each other after a second or two, but we kept looking at each other with a smile for a full five seconds. And then I, being the lame-o that I am, said "Jinx!" only to hear his voice resonating with mine in total synchronicity,  We burst out laughing at each other still again and the waitress kind of smiled and then walked away confused. 

"She probably thinks we're nuts," I said, after our laughter finally subsided a bit. That caused more laughter.

"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 and giggled a little too. Then I giggled and we looked again at each other, for many more seconds. Then laughed again.

"Pretty sure it canceled itself out, dude," I said, still both enjoying the hell out of each other’s contagious laughter.  We finally dug into our food because, for real, we were both pretty damn hungry.  I'll have to plan to eat before class next week.  Who knows?  Maybe Jolias will join me then, too.  I hope.

"Shit, you weren't lyin'," Jolias said with a mouthful.

"Hm?" I grunted as I voraciously ate my chicken sandwich.

He swallowed.  "This buffalo sauce is a killer, dude."

"Told ya," I muttered as we looked at each other and ate.  I was so happy that he loved it, which was a new kind of feeling for me, wanting him to always be the happiest person in the world.  I pleasured seeing him then taking another bite with a smile.  I never felt that way before.  This feeling was beyond him being so utterly attractive.  These feelings were not just in my crotch, but my freakin’ heart was thumping too.  

We ate at an accelerated pace as we were both super hungry and wanted to eat everything.  I finished first, as he had two orders, and I sat back in the booth seat and silently watched Jolias finish his second portion.  Damn, he was even cute and sexy as he dumped food into his mouth voraciously!

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 matched my posture as we just stared at each other.  We sat like that in silence for quite a while, even as the waitress came, collected our plates and left the check.  Which I   ignored, not wanting to leave yet, enjoying the view too much.  

And then it happened.  “So what were you daydreaming about?"  Fuck, I knew it was coming.  I just knew!

"Hm?" I feigned ignorance.

"Y'know, in class, when you almost went all catatonic." 

Shit.  "Uhmm, nothing really 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 fucking way, little dude."  He broke out into a handsome grin, teeth and dimples and everything so fucking gorgeous about him.  "So what was it?  Little.  Dude.” His eyes went into slits again and that oh so sexy eyebrow raised.

"Well, you know guys get horny sometimes, we're both dudes, so you know."

"Fuck that.  I wanna know what was in your cute little head!" he said, fully sitting up now and his face now over the table a lot closer to me. "I mean, shit, I get horny all the time. It’s the ‘roids. Need to park my meat in tight places all the time. Sometimes in random places at random times. But in a classroom? Nah, nothing makes me pitch a tent in a classroom.  Your little dick was full-on hard.  So…what were you daydreaming about?  Little.  Dude."

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. Though not really making even the slightest bit of sense I knew.  And wait, did I hear him say I was cute?

He chuckled.  "Hah. My dick is plenty big, and I know that you know that too!"  He looked around and said quieter, "Were you fantasizing about sex with someone in particular?" Slitty eyes and sexy eyebrow again.

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 ‘plenty big’ had my hardon squirting pre a bit, which isn't going to help me out here.  "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 with someone.  So what?"

He smiled broadly.  "So who was it?  Mikey, you gotta tell me!" he excitedly responded.  "Wait, would I even know her?" he cocked his head, looking slightly up towards the ceiling, showing me that he obviously didn’t mean at all the last word he used.  Then he looked back into my eyes, his eyes with those impossibly sexy slits that he does a lot, and said, "Is it even a her?" Grinning widely at first, then deepening into a very big mother-fucking handsome smile. He got my number!

"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 sexy grin.  "I mean, her-- I meant to say her-- it's a she--"

He gave a quick laugh, then said, "Yeah, right!  It's okay, dude, I had a really big feeling."  Jolias had stopped me from continuing to stammer like an idiot.  But now it seemed like there was no convincing him otherwise, and of course he knew already.

"H-how... could you, as you say, have a ‘really big 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? And sometimes it’s not just gay-dar."

I honestly didn't know what he was talking about.  I've never possessed the ability to look at another guy and just know for sure right away 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 with a stupid yearning look.  Holding my breath that maybe the guy I found so unbelievably sexy might also be gay too. 

He just looked at me smiling and saying nothing.  Which confirmed it!

I thought, "Shit," very 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. And now, all that's left is... nah.  No way I'd be so lucky that he'd actually be into me, too.

[Jtchef2]

Awesome new chapter! Absolutely love this story

[DennisFLL]

1 hour ago, Jtchef2 said:

Awesome new chapter! Absolutely love this story

Thanks, friend, for the encouragement.  Chapter five should be posted by the weekend showing Mike opening up still more to Jolias's endearing quirkiness.

[DennisFLL]

In the previous chapter, the two ‘dudes’ came out to each other!  And Mike confesses to Jolias that he was having sex with some guy in the wet-daydream that was observed by Jolias in the classroom.  Readers, do you think that Jolias will dig further to find out who that guy was?.......Dennis

 

CHAPTER 5

Now that I knew Jolias was gay, I started to gain a lot more confidence that maybe, just maybe, this major-hottie and I could potentially actually get something going here.  And my comfort level just being with him was growing with each passing minute also. 

With a smile, and consistent with his uncensored questioning demeanor, I was still thrown when he then casually asked, "So who were you daydreaming about, little dude?"

Oh for fuck's sake.  "I, uh, I 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 gym-trained hand onto mine.  I looked into his face and he into mine and he said expressionless. "It was me, wasn't it?"

 

I blinked.  Time had stopped.  We were holding hands. I was holding the hand of the sexiest man I had ever seen in my fucking entire 18 years and four months on earth.  And I was loving-to-death just being with him, and now we were actually holding hands!  But then I started thinking about him totally figuring me out, and, now wait a minute.  This has become scary shit.  Suddenly, I ripped my hand out from under his and retracted my arm against my body as though I'd been burned.  Truthfully I'd have loved to have kept my hand in his forever.  But the idea that he had known I was gay, guessed at what I'd been fantasizing about, and now guessed it was HIM that I did it with, was upsetting me and creeping me out.  And why, oh why, did he have to always be correct about everything?

For a second he had a startled expression on his face.  His brow had furrowed and his mouth took on a slight look of dissatisfaction.  But things clicked into place in his own mind based on my reaction, and a smile slowly started appearing across his face. "Holy shit," he breathed in that harsh whisper people tend to use when they're trying not to holler.  His smile widened, "It really WAS me, wasn't it? I didn’t know, actually, until now."

I looked down at the table, keeping my face out of his view so he couldn’t see how red it was.  Trying to, at least.  And then I muttered "No, that's not... that's not it."  I'm a terrible liar.  I can't commit to a lie strongly enough to get anyone to believe it, and, even if they ever do, it's because they're just gullible and naive.  And Jolias was anything but gullible, or naive.  So, even as I muttered those weak words, I knew there was no chance he would believe me.  And yet I wasted my time and breath anyway.  Like I felt obligated to at least attempt to deny what he'd already figured out was true.  But now I became pissed that he was somehow amused by all this.  Well, I don’t know if I could ever be really pissed at Jolias, even as I saw him sitting there, grinning like this was some joke.  But he spoke again before I could react any further.

"Was I any good?" he asked casually, still grinning, raising that adorable sexy eyebrow again waiting for my response.

"Much better than good," I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head.  I immediately felt my lips pucker again realizing I said out loud something I didn't really intend to say.  But it was true, not that any type of daydream performance of sex could be measured in any tangible way.  And my daydream was shattered before we could even have sex, I mean before he could, err, enter me, anyway.  But my mind just knew he'd be an amazing fuck.

He started giggling.  A cute boyish giggle that betrayed his very masculine demeanor.  "Oh god," he muttered in between his laughs. He was enjoying this tremendously. He was enjoying ME tremendously. How could someone that overwhelmingly gorgeous, beyond my realistic fantasies, like him, actually enjoy skinny ME, and…overwhelmingly?

"So what?" I was sort of playing along now and maybe even enjoying our repartee, though now still just a little annoyed at him.  But I didn’t at all feel emotionally threatened in any way.  "I think you're very hot, big deal.  It's not like you can't know that you're very hot already, and I'm so glad you think it's a joke."

His giggling continued a while more and then, when it subsided, he kept that smile on his face, staring at me.  Was that affection he was showing in his face now towards me?  "It's okay, little dude.  Yeah, I know I’m very hot because I get hit on all the time. And because I look in the mirror.  But with you, I'm really, really flattered.  I think it's so awesome that YOU were daydreaming about ME.  And right next to me in the classroom too."  Then he looked around again even though he already knew no one was close by our table.  "Glad to know your dream version of me is good in bed, too," he grinned, showing those shiny teeth of his again.  “And very, very happy that you think I’m (using air quotes) "very hot!""  

Looking at his sexy face with those freckles and dimples, I couldn't even fathom why I was ever frustrated or annoyed or pissed at him.  And he was so cocky about saying that he knew that he was hot, which I thought made him even hotter!  

But then, typical of Jolias, he suddenly asked, "Are you hard right now?"

And truthfully I wasn't.  My dick had finally relaxed enough that it wasn't in a constant state of some kind of erection, and it's probably thanks to the fact that, again, I'd managed to humanize him.  "N-no, actually." I sort of said it defensively.

"Aw, what do I gotta do to make you hard again?" he asked quietly, still grinning.

"Well, so far all you've had to do is exist and just be near me, so, probably not much," I muttered, and felt myself finally allowing a smile to creep across my face.  Somehow this topic had become completely comfortable for me as we continued to talk about it, even though in any other situations it'd be completely out of my realm to say anything.

He laughed again and said "Good.”  He was definitely having a great time.  “I like having that type of control over another dude, especially when he’s as cute and adorable as you."  And then he had this really cocky grin on his face again.  I felt my heart flutter as I realized just how far our conversation had come.  It definitely began looking like he was open to the idea that we may become more than just friends.  But I won't claim any type of victory on that until it actually happens.  But I still couldn't help but feel very excited about what might happen between us.

"What you into?" he asked quietly, shaking me out of the brief relaxed reverie I'd entered. 

"Like... what?" I asked, feeling my face turning a shade of red.  Again.  I guess some things just never change about me.

"Y'know... sexually."

I looked around and noticed there were maybe like two other groups left in the place and they were far enough away from us that we didn't need to be so quiet.  And yet, it felt necessary.  "Uhhh... I dunno, like... I've been with maybe like, three guys, ever, and it's always been pretty quick and simple."

"No relationships or anything?" he asked, looking genuinely surprised.

I shook my head.  "Nope."

"Why?"

I thought about it for a couple of seconds and couldn't really come up with any real and confident answer.  All I could do was theorize.  "I guess maybe because other dudes weren’t into me?  I dunno."

"Seems weird.  You're really just such a fucking major-to-be-into kinda dude."

I smiled broadly at his compliment and the funny way he just said it as I looked at him.  My heart was fluttering like crazy.

This whole evening, I thought, has been such a wonderful and totally unique experience for me.  And I didn't want it to end.

 

[gingy123]

Now Dennis just needs to admit his desire to worship Jolias’ muscles ;)! Loving this so far with the size difference and cockiness!