*****– Damien.
Bending over the counter I suddenly felt his body behind me, so much heat radiated off of him. God he was sexy. Looking over my shoulder I flashed him a shy grin and wiggled my tush a little in his direction. His eyes moved from my ass to my face, his 6'5 frame towering over me as he smiled. Staring into a face I've never seen before my eyes widen in shock. His devilishly handsome face was alight with humor. Moving so his hips were against me I felt the push of his hard cock through his pants. "Do you feel that babe?" He said, his tone low and growly. "That's all for you"
"Damien!"
Sighing I turned my head at the shrill voice to come face to face with my twin sister, Joanna. Blinking to clear my head of the day dream I was having I stared at her pacing self. She is tall and beautiful. Even though we shared the same womb, her hair was the same glossy brown mine was and her eyes, the same bright green. Sometimes I swear we aren't related. She is head cheerleader in our tiny little school. Popular, with lots of friends. Bubbly and outspoken. Everything I am not.
"Are you even listening to me?" She stopped in front of me, hands on her hips, glaring.
"Uh.. No sorry sis, I guess I kinda zoned out there"
"Well damn it Damien if you aren't going to listen how am I ever going to figure out a way to hook up with Keith. He is so hot and I just have to have him."
He smiled and shook his head at his sister. The girl always got who and what she wanted.
"I haven't seen him yet so I can't help you judge him on your "hotness meter", but sis. If you want him go get him. Flip your hair and flash him that grin and I'm sure he will puddle at your feet like all the rest."
"All the rest ay? You make me sound like a slut."
He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her. "You know what I meant Jo."
She gave him a sweet smile. The genuine smile she rarely showed the rest of the world. Behind her snotty façade there really was a heart of gold.
"Well then little bro I do believe you will be coming with me to Marquee's. Keith's band is playing there tonight and you have to come see how yummy he is."
He sighed and looked down at his shirt, plucking at the hem. "Sis you know I hate going out with you and your friends. They always ignore me and if they aren't, they are calling me their "token gay boy", and asking me if they can borrow my lip gloss."
She sighed.
"Oh Damien don't be such a drama queen. You know they are only messing with you."
She sat down on the couch next to him and gave him her best pouty face. "Pweeeease bub, pretty pretty pweeeease?"
He smiled and hugged her, knowing this was so going to be a bad idea.
*****
Freshly showered Damien stood in front of the floor length mirror looking at his body. Turning slightly in the mirror he looked at his pale smooth skin. Completely hairless except for the tufts of hair under his arms and around the base of his penis, he wished he was hotter. His stomach was flat with a little bit of definition in them from swimming and running away from bullies at school. At 5'7 he was just barely taller than some of the girls in his class. His 140lbs frame was bullied relentlessly but the girls always called him cute but as Jo's best friend Kayla put so bluntly "His package leaves much to be desired."
He blushed thinking of the time Kayla walked in on him changing. Looking between his legs he grabbed his penis and gave it a slight stroke. Yeah it wasn't the biggest but he was a grower not a shower and Kayla bursting in on him did nothing to make it stir.
His mind wandered back to his day dream and the stud of a guy in it. He wondered how he knew him. He had never seen his face before. His cock started to harden in his hand and he gave it another short stroke. Before he knew it he was standing tall and proud in the middle of his bedroom when his sister walked in, without knocking. Again!
She stopped in the door way and just stared before bursting into a fit of giggles and plopping down on his bed next to the clothes she had laid out for him to wear.
"I came to see what was taking so long." She said still chuckling. "Well now that I have solved that mystery get your ass dressed. We are going to be late."
Blushing a bright red he turn away from her, mortified and quickly put on the silky pink boxer briefs Jo had got him for their 18th birthday last month.
"God Jo, learn to knock will ya?" His face still a bright red he wiggled into the black too tight skinny jeans she had picked out for him and the fitted dark green v neck cotton tee that showed off his trimmed little tummy and made his green eyes stand out.
"Well maybe you shouldn't stand in front of your door with your dick in your hand bub." He thought if she smiled any wider her teeth would crack.
"Whatever Jo, let's just go so I can get this other with and come home and curl up with a good book."
As they walked down the stairs she nudged him with her shoulder and grinned. "Well at least now I know my bro is packing a little something something. I guess Kayla was mistaken; you have got to be at least 6.5 or 7 inches. Not the 3 she said she saw."
He groaned "Oh god seriously Jo. We are so not having this conversation."
The car ride to pick up Jo's friends was pretty quiet until we got to Kayla's house where they were all waiting. Three girls piled into the back seat and the other two went in Kayla's car. Sinking down in his seat he stared out the window, trying to drown out the noise of pointless girly gossip and all the talk about this Keith guy being the best thing since sliced bread.
*****
Marquee's was already packed. Moving through the crowd was like swimming in a sea of bodies. Following the girls they picked a table by the edge of the stage with a reserved sign on it. Leaning down Joanna whispered in his ear "I got it special so that we could have a good view of his sexiness. I would love to walk into school on Monday with him around my arm." She licked her lips and shook her head as if she was clearing the image of him on her out of her head. He laughed at her and ordered a coke from the waitress who floated by.
He watched as the stage was set up and opening band started up. Doing covers of My Chemical Romance. After his third coke and all the giddy talk about Keith's band coming up next he politely excused himself to the rest room. Hurrying to get away from the smell of stale piss and beer he dried his hands on his pants and walked out the door of the bathroom running smack into a wall of a man. Looking at his feet he mumbled his apologies to the man and tried to move out of the way. The man didn't move aside though. Looking up to see his face Damien gasped. The mysterious man from his day dream and wow he was gorgeous. The man reached out with a hand palming his cheek and brushing the hair out of his eyes with his thumb, causing Damien to blush a deep crimson and his whole body to shudder.
