I really needed this relaxing Saturday afternoon. I had an ice cold beer and a bowl of chips out on the coffee table, and was halfway through one of my favorite action movies. The apartment was finally empty, and the quiet was so refreshing to me. My teen daughter was out shopping with my ex-wife. The doorbell scared me half to death. Who could that heck could that be?
I very reluctantly got up and answered the door. It was Mario, my daughter's friend. They had been in high school together for the past few years, and were about to graduate. Mario usually biked over and hung out after school.
"Woah, you're soaking wet!" I said, trying not to stare.
He quickly came in and closed the door behind him. He was really soaking wet, his tight blue T-shirt clung to his chest. His curly blonde hair was disheveled by the rain. He looked like a soaking wet puppy.
He quickly peeled his soaking wet shirt off revealing his toned chest and six pack abs. His body so was hairless so masculine yet so smooth. I was so jealous. I was old fat dad, who hadn't worked out in years.
. "I'll grab you a towel and something dry to wear," I said, trying hard not to stare at this half naked beauty in my doorway.
I quickly went to get him a dry T shirt from my drawer. I grabbed him an old T shirt that I figured would somewhat fit him.
I came back to give him the T shirt and a dry towel. Now he was completely naked with his wet clothes in a puddle on the floor. I couldn't believe how big it was. It hung off him like a small tree branch.
"Oh shit, sorry!" I was turned bright red. I went back to my room to grab him a pair of boxers.
When I came back to give him the boxers and he was facing the other way. All he was wearing was the T-shirt I gave him. His ass was so toned and hairless I was trying not to drool. I wanted to touch every part of him so badly. I almost wanted to blurt out I was into guys to see his reaction
I pretended to look away as he put on the dry boxer shorts. I really hoping he didn't catch me sneaking a second peek. If he wasn't eighteen I would be so nervous about having this half naked stud alone in my house. He didn't talk much, but I didn't really care. He was fun to look at.
I threw his soaking wet clothes in the wash, doing my best not get hard. Mario sat down on the couch and waited for me.
His hair was finally dry and I could see his adorable smooth young face. His blue eyes and his dirty blonde hair went so well together. He was such a stud but somehow had such a feminine look about him. His thin pink lips begged for me to kiss him.
He finally broke the awkward silence, "Thanks for the dry clothes."
"Anytime," I replied, trying to focus on my movie.
I couldn't stop thinking about his cock, which I could now see through his shorts. He must have been cold because I could see his hard nipples poking through the shirt I gave him.
"So when's Jesse going to be home?" He could tell I was a bit annoyed at him interrupting my movie.
"She left about an hour ago, but I think they're having lunch and doing some shopping, probably an hour or more." I bit my lip and tried not to drool.
Mario seemed disappointed, but now that I saw him naked I wasn't sure I wanted him anywhere near my teenage daughter.
"Hey could I ask you something?"
I reluctantly pushed the pause button, and turned towards him. "It's really hard for me to talk about this my parents about it."
"Please don't mention this to anyone, not even Jesse."
"What's up?" he really got my attention.
"Ever since I was younger, I'm been really curious about guys." I kind of suspected Mario over the years but wasn't sure. Now that he was eighteen it was a little bit less uncomfortable for me to be noticing how hot he was.
"On my football team I sometimes catch myself staring at the naked guys in the locker room."
"It is ok man, don't be embarrassed it's nothing to be ashamed of," I reassured him.