Part (1)

Even before his eyes opened, Kevin knew he had that dream again. His lean body was covered in sweat, and his uncut dick was hard as hell, so hard it hurt, which wasn’t normal for him. Only lately, after having that dream, the one he could never quite remember, would he wake up feeling totally drained, covered in perspiration.

His bed sheets were always soaked through, meaning he’d have laundry to do again. His normal sunny disposition, would wait till after he’d showered, had his morning coffee, before asserting itself again. That too told him he had that dream, that he couldn’t remember the details about.

It was a becoming a problem, because it changed his routine, added to his work, when really all he wanted to do was get out and cruise for a hot guy. “Fuck” he thought, as he tossed the sheets off his body, rubbing his eyes and trying to get in the mood to get out of bed.

………

Kevin cursed to himself, as he stood in line at the Starbucks. Thanks to that damn dream he was running behind his schedule, which meant grabbing a cup of overpriced coffee instead of enjoying his own brew. It wasn’t like it was critical to be on time, but if he wanted to catch the hot guys, he knew he needed to be at the park by a certain time. Otherwise, he’d wind up seeing the old farts with the odd hottie mixed in.

Getting their early, to watch them jog past in those tight Spandex jogging outfits, or loose fitting sweats, made for the early wake up. It always paid off, in at least good jerk off material, for his morning wank. Being on time also meant he could get the right bench, so he could see more of the coming morning joggers, and that meant a longer inspection of their packages.

He loved seeing how so many wore nothing under their sweats, or how the Spandex covered one’s showed so much. His special vantage point, meant he could stare, sip his coffee, without being obvious. And Kevin didn’t like being obvious. That stupid dream was making him late, and the more he tried to remember it, the less he could recall. Plus it made him restless, brought beads of sweat under his arms, and worse, between his legs. He hated that feeling.

‘What will it be?”

Kevin looked up, his mind no longer wandering as he heard the voice. It wasn’t the normal shrill cry he had become used to, and instead of some dolled up cheer leader he was facing a stranger. He gulped as he made his order, taking in the long angular face, the hooked nose and the piercing eyes. A tiny lock of hair hung just over his forehead, and yet it seemed like it belong there.

The young man, couldn’t be much more than eighteen or nineteen, and Kevin wondered where he had come from. If this place hadn’t been on the way, he’d have tried to find one that had some decent guy waiters, so this was a bit of a surprise.

Like an idiot, he hadn’t even noticed the name tag, but instead he stood there, watching as he moved behind the counter, making his order. The nice slender build was interesting, and the way his butt filled out those black pants, was most intriguing as he watch him move around. For once, he was actually feeling good, judging by the way his dick was starting to warm up in his pants. Not a usual feeling, until at least a couple of hot guys had passed him, but this morning, he was almost feeling back to normal.

The coffee was ready, and Kevin spied a chair off to one side, and moved over to grab it. He knew it would make him late for his park cruising, but something about the guy told him he needed to stay, to watch. The stool was not comfortable, but it did give him a good view behind the front service counter, which was what he wanted.

Sipping his coffee slowly, he could see the young man moving back and forth, dealing efficiently with the long line-up, something the normal waitress seemed incapable of managing. He grinned a bit, feeling a bit chauvinistic, and began his mind game, wondering about the guy.

Was he uncut, did he swing to his side, or was he strictly into the other? Did he drink, and as he kept staring, he wondered if he had any extras, like piercing, tattoos.  He had one, down his leg, but then, it was there for a purpose. Kevin liked guys to pay attention to his body, but he loved it when they would admire the tattoo, and feel it, running their hands over his leg, touching it, caressing it. It was a total turn on for him.

His thoughts of sex were suddenly interrupted. Kevin could feel someone was looking at him, and glancing up, he saw him. His face turned away quickly, as Kevin’s head had moved up. A thin smile crossed Kevin’s lip, and his eyes sparkled a bit, as he stared at the young man. Guess he wasn’t the only one doing some checking out, he thought as he finished his brew, and leaving his thin windbreaker across the table, he decided he’d splurge for another cup.

After all, maybe this time he could grab the guy’s name, to help with his fantasy thoughts a bit later. Course, maybe he could also engage him in a bit of conversation, and who knows, maybe he wouldn’t need to fantasize about what he would be like in bed. Standing up, he adjusted his growing package, feeling the warmth as he adjusted it to one side, hoping the guy would notice.

Back in line, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes alert, pushing aside the naughty little thoughts that were racing in his mind. He couldn’t quite explain it, but damn the young guy had him interested. It wasn’t any one thing either, but the whole package. The face, the lanky body that was a match for his own, the long legs, the nice package, and of course the firm butt, all added up to a rather tasty looking possibility.

Thin lips weren’t his thing, yet on this guy it seemed to suit. The eyebrows were a bit thin, and the hair was not exactly neatly combed, but for this guy, it just seemed to not matter. And Kevin was a bit of a neat freak, except when it came to sex. Now there, he liked to be messy, to try stuff that might be odd, but then, that’s what made it so damn good.

Peering around the lady in front, he spotted the name tag, and instantly his dick got a bit harder. JOSH was the name, and Kevin a thing for guys named Josh. Just like he enjoyed guys with uncut wieners, liked his men to be roughly his own age, he liked the name. It made him a bit weak at the knees, because this is what he’d been searching for. The perfect match, to his own tastes.  Now if only the guy was a top, who didn’t mind the occasional turn on the bottom, he’d be in hog heaven.

For the first time since the damn dream had begun, he suddenly felt good about it. For the very first time, he was also going to miss out on the morning parade of joggers, as he waited impatiently for the lady ahead to make up her mind. Still, the eye candy in front looked worth the sacrifice, as he thought of what he could say, to maybe find out if he was doable.

After all, while he did enjoy servicing his own dick, he much preferred to have someone else doing the work. Then too, he did enjoy more than just a good wank, and Josh certainly looked like he could handle that, if he was family.

That was always the biggest problem, finding out if the one he was attracted to was also into guys. He’d had a few close calls, making him wonder if he even had the famous Gaydar. So far, he’d escaped any serious encounters, or physical altercations. Yet it was always in the back of his mind, as finally the lady made up her mind.

He sighed as she moved on, and it was now his turn. Josh looked right into his eyes, and Kevin could feel his body heating up, enjoying the stare.

‘Another?’

‘Uh, yeah, please, and uh, maybe uh, a bit extra cream?’

Gawd he sounded like some pimply faced brat, talking to a potential date, for the first time. He hated how his voice suddenly felt all tinny, an octave or so higher than normal. His palms were sweaty too, as he saw how Josh suddenly grinned at him.

‘One or two shots of extra cream?’

‘Oh uh, two, I uh, I do enjoy the cream’

Shit, had he really said that? His mind shuddered, but the sudden sparkle in Josh’s eyes seemed to make Kevin think that he got the hidden message. Or was he simply imagining that he got it? Fuck, now if he was at the park, he’d maybe try to engage in some conversation, not try to hide meanings in making an order.

‘Have you tried our cinnamon buns yet?’

‘Huh? Uh… no, not yet, uh, they any good?’

‘Well if like nice fresh dough, with a real gooey center, they are tops. They are really fresh this morning, so when you spread them apart, it just oozes.’

Christ, was he saying what he hoped he was saying? It was almost too much to bear, he thought as he felt his dick springing to full mast. Or was Josh just doing his job, pushing the other stuff, hoping for a bigger sale? If so, damn he was good at that, if not, well, how the fuck could he take this further?

‘Uh, okay, yeah, I do like fresh buns, that uh, are gooey and sticky inside.’

It was the best he could do, though Josh’s expression didn’t seem to change, Kevin did see that quick glance downwards, checking out his crotch. Damn, he hoped it was showing, as it sure as fuck felt like it was poking right through the front of his pants.

As Josh handed Kevin his coffee, he told him that he’d give ‘the bun’ a quick warm up in the Microwave, and bring it to his table, if he didn’t mind. Like as if he’d mine? Damn, it was perfect, and who knows, maybe he could get past the hiding messages in orders. With all that swirling in his mind, all he could manage was nod and grin, which seemed all that Josh needed.

Sitting back at his little table, Kevin watched as Josh selected a bun from the counter, then take it to the microwave. He saw Kevin stick his head into the open doorway to the back, and suddenly some waitress popped out. For a second his heart stopped, hoping he wasn’t going to have her bring him his cinnamon bun. Sighing with relief, he saw her step up to the counter, taking over from Josh.

Watching every movement, he tried to not be obvious about it. Though somehow it looked like every time he looked, Josh was staring right back, and now there he was, right in front.

‘I brought some extra butter, they are really yummy with dripping butter.’

‘Uh, thanks, it does look good.’

‘Guaranteed fresh, and they are good. I usually have one on my break, if there are any left.’

‘Smells good, uh, you been working here long?’

‘Yep, couple of months now, but usually I do the afternoon shift.’

‘Oh, that explains why I haven’t seen you before.’

‘Yeah, but lately, well, I am not a morning person, I like to sleep in.’

‘I see, so they changed your schedule?’

‘No, I asked them too, just that lately, well, to make a long story short, not been sleeping at night, so figured as I was up anyway, might as well be at work, plus I can get more hours in.’

Kevin felt his heart fluttering, and suddenly an image, from his dream flashed before his eyes. It was of a tall young man, wearing black pants, leaning forward towards him. He shuddered a bit, as his mind had never been able to replay any of that annoying dream. Yet now, it was somehow putting in an image, that resembled Josh.

‘Well that sucks, though I know what you mean about restless sleeps. Maybe I’ll uh, see you tomorrow then?’

‘I’ll be here, start at 6am. By the way, I am Josh.’

‘6am? Wow that is early, I’m Kevin.’

‘Well nice meeting you Kevin, I better get back, uh, see you tomorrow?’

‘Oh, I think so.’

As he turned to head back, Kevin couldn’t help but notice the grin that came across his face as he had replied. It really did make his whole face light up, plus, glancing down, he couldn’t help but notice that Josh was sporting a bit of a bulge. Damn, he hoped it would lead to more, and maybe tonight he’d be dreaming of him, not some annoying dream he couldn’t quite remember.

To be continued…

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A Haunting

Part (1)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Category ¦ Novellas

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