Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 years old or above.
.
.
.
Victor tried to compose himself as he walked. He was nervous. It'd been a long time since he last did one of these. Usually, he'd just stay in his hotel room and jerk off to some porn. But today, in addition to being bored and in need of release, he also felt a strange compulsion to live a little. He decided to reinstall Grindr. To his surprise, his old profile was still intact. His pictures from three years ago, which showed a younger and fitter version of himself, still remained. Begrudgingly, he took a new photo of his torso in a tank top, leaving out his face just like before.
He got a few hits from blank profiles, which he didn't reply to because he'd always thought those were sketchy. After a few scrolls, he decided to message "Anon Fun," who was allegedly 33 years old, and had a pic taken from their hips down. The man was wearing a pair of skimpy gym shorts that showed off his beautiful tan legs, thick thighs, and a nice bubble butt. Victor could see a bit of black hair right above the waistband of the shorts, a treasure trail that led up to what he could assume was a very toned body.
"Looking to get dicked down good and have a load dumped inside me," the profile said.
Victor didn't expect a positive response, but "Anon Fun" surprised him. Thus, he was now walking to the address he'd been given, an apartment building not far from his hotel, trying to calm his nerves. Within the last three years, he'd only had sex with one man, so he wasn't the most confident about his abilities, especially considering that "Anon Fun" seemed to be very experienced.
The door to the building opened mere seconds after he pressed the buzzer. When the elevator opened, he was met with two teenage-looking boys kissing each other. They turned to him with blushing cheeks before running out, hand in hand. Victor pushed the button for the sixth floor and sighed as the doors closed.
When the elevator opened again, Victor checked his phone before heading down the hallway. "Apartment 603. Front door is open. Bedroom is first door on the right," he'd been told. He stopped before the correct number plate and took a deep breath as he turned the handle. A single lamp beside the sofa lit up the living room and the kitchen. Victor quietly closed the door behind him.
It wasn't a huge space, but it was cozy. The furniture had a minimalistic but homey feel. A big bookcase stood next to the TV in front of the sofa. Potted plants were scattered around the apartment. There were a few big ones by the large window opposite the front door, a few small ones on some of the shelves of the bookcase, and one little cactus plant on the dining table.
To the left of the front door was the kitchen, and Victor looked to the right where there were two doors. The first one was slightly open. Victor gulped. He took off his shoes and slowly walked towards it. When he opened the door, the sight before him made his heart pound. "Anon Fun" was naked, lying on the bed with his bare ass up, pointing almost straight at Victor, while his face was pushed into a pillow.
Victor controlled his breathing as he took off his pants and underwear, dropping them onto the floor. He got on the bed, kneeling right before the beautiful ass. And beautiful it was. Plump cheeks covered with a light dusting of black hair. A hole that looked incredibly delicious. Victor stared at it with envy. He was jealous of guys his age who could still beef up and maintain their body in the gym. And by the looks of the man's muscular back, arms, and thighs, "Anon Fun" was definitely one of those enviable guys.
The man wiggled his ass in front of Victor, inviting his entrance. Victor put a finger at the opening, caressing the ring of muscle, while his other hand stroked his hard cock. The hole winked at the touch of his finger, which made Victor's boner throb. Realizing that he needed lube, Victor turned to the bedside table. But just when he was reaching over to fetch the bottle, Victor stopped, his eyes drawn to the photo next to it. There were four people in the picture: an older looking couple standing arm in arm, a handsome man and a younger, pretty woman sitting in front of them. All of whom Victor recognized, even though it'd been two decades since he last saw them.
"Wait," Victor gasped and snapped to the side, staring at the back of the man's head. "C-Caleb?"
Startled, the man lifted his head up from the pillow. Both of their eyes widened as they registered each other's faces.
"Holy shit," Caleb said. "Victor?"
Victor could not believe it. Caleb was right here in front of him. It'd been twenty years since they last saw each other. And Caleb still looked as handsome as ever. No, he looked more handsome than when he was 18. He had a fully-fledged beard now. His hair was longer and more wavy. And he certainly didn't have this body back then.
"You're... you're here," Victor stammered. "You're actually here."
"This is so fucking crazy," Caleb suddenly sprung up from the mattress. Victor's eyes instantly darted to Caleb's torso, which was just as toned as he imagined from the Grindr pic. Caleb's pecs were nicely formed, not bodybuilder-size but still bulging, and coated with a light mat of fur. His stomach was flat with a hint of abs. Victor followed the treasure trail of black hair down to Caleb's hard cock. He was admiring its upward curve and the messy bush around the shaft when he realized that Caleb was staring at him.
"Oh shit, sorry," Victor turned his attention back to Caleb's face and gave him an apologetic smile.
"It's all good," Caleb smiled back. "Not like I wasn't looking at yours too."
Victor looked down at his crotch, his cock now a semi. He turned back at Caleb and blushed. They stared at each other, and a beat passed before both of them chuckled.
"This is so weird," Victor said.
"I know, right," Caleb scratched his beard. Another silent moment passed before he continued.
"Um, so, I know we were going to... fuck," Caleb smiled shyly. "But do you wanna just hang out and catch up? I can break open a bottle of wine for us."
Victor looked at his old friend, still in disbelief that Caleb was in front of him. "Yeah, of course," he said.
"Awesome. Um, give me a moment to get dressed. Wait for me in the living room, okay?"
.
.
.
Caleb fumbled around his cabinets for the corkscrew. He thought he'd put it in with the utensils, but it was nowhere to be found. The bottle of red wine sat impatiently on the counter.
"Everything good?" Victor called from the sofa.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I just can't find that damn corkscrew," Caleb answered. He checked the fridge, but of course it wasn't there. What was he thinking?
"The corkscrew? It's right here," Victor said. Caleb turned around to see him pointing at the coffee table. The corkscrew was there, lying between the TV remote and a short stack of books.
"Oh, damn," Caleb sighed and smiled. He walked over to Victor and took a seat on the sofa. Their thighs touched. They made eye contact with each other, but neither of them pulled away.
"This is fucking crazy, dude," Caleb said as he began screwing into the cork. "It's been twenty years."
"I know, twenty fucking years," Victor said. Caleb felt Victor looking at him, so he turned to the side and found exactly that. Victor's tender eyes boring into him.
"Wait, why did you say you were 33 on your profile?" Victor asked.
"It's Grindr," Caleb answered, matter-of-factly. "If you want to get dick, you have to play the game. And it's not like I can't pass for 33, right?"
"Fair enough," Victor nodded.
"So what's going on with you these days? Finally became a big-shot professor at an Ivy League?" Caleb said. He realized that he forgot the glasses, so he hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
"Ivy League, yes. Professor, no," Victor said as Caleb returned with two wine glasses in hand. "I'm an admissions officer at Cornell."
"Oh, cool," Caleb nodded and started pouring. He remembered in high school, Victor was bent on becoming a lawyer. It saddened him a bit to see that Victor didn't accomplish the dream that, from freshman all the way to senior year, Caleb had heard him plan out.
"What about you?" Victor accepted a glass from Caleb and brought it to his lips. "You didn't even go to our ten-year reunion."
"Oh, yeah. I was in Spain back then," Caleb said. "I was there to train with this doctor I met during med school, but I have my own clinic here now."
"What kind of clinic?"
"Dermatology."
"Very nice," Victor said, taking another sip. "CPR finally became a doctor."
Caleb let out a small chuckle. It was his nickname from high school. Caleb Pham Rodriguez. CPR. Everyone joked about it back then, but he never thought he'd actually end up working in the medical field.
