Hi, thanks for all the great feedback on my stories so far. I've decided to share this as my third story. I said I'd write something a bit different this time. It's more of a slow burn, with a bit more to the story than what I normally write. As always, please let me know what you think in the comments. After this two part series, I can't wait to release the next story that I'm working on now, it's properly bad!
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I hadn't felt this tired in a long time. At 26 and a keen gym buff, I was physically fit and use to bouncing around full of energy.
But then again, a lot had happened recently. My five year relationship with my girlfriend had ended. I had finally come to terms with being bi, my ex-girlfriend hadn't. My sexuality did not conform to the perfect, rigid world, that she had created for herself. It had not ended well, there had been plenty of tears and tantrums, when she realised that her good looking, fit boyfriend couldn't, wouldn't, bend himself to fit inside the claustrophobic, tedious world she had worked so hard to create. Looking back over the last few years, I hardly recognised myself, she had done an amazing job of smothering the carefree, adventurous risk taker that had defined my youth.
So here I was, new town, new job, new city centre apartment, about to restart my life. I was staying in my uncle's apartment, it had been his idea. He had recently moved to Dubai for a year and was more than happy for me to look after his apartment for him. The place was massive, with four bedrooms and although fully furnished, it had the feel of a show home, it lacked everything you needed to live in it, to call it a home.
It was late in the evening, I'd spent all day moving my stuff in, alone. It turned out my girlfriend had done an outstanding job eliminating all my old friends. Now that I'd left her, I had no-one.
So here I was, wandering around the deserted convenience store, grabbing food at random, with no real plan. I dumped what I'd collected at the till, almost too tired to think. The guy behind the till asked me something. I vaguely nodded my head as I finally focused on the pretty teen boy looking at me.
I felt my dick jump. I hadn't felt horny for a while. It had been weeks since I'd last had sex, and what with everything going on, I'd been too tired both physically and emotionally to wank off.
In retrospect it was unfair to say pretty, that implied he was girly. He was young, very handsome, with beautiful intense green eyes, that seemed to scream come to bed to me. His brown eyebrows were arched and expertly shaped. High cheek bones and a small slender nose, and his mouth! Lush full rosy pink lips, slightly parted, seductively, invitingly. I could only imagine what that mouth was capable of!
My eyes continued to devour every detail of his gorgeous face. Noting the perfect chin with a small mole on the left hand side, another on his smooth golden tanned cheek. He was clean shaven, in fact it looked like he was too young to shave. His head was crowned by expertly styled, thick medium length brown hair. The hair was clearly high maintenance, a lot of time had gone into the styling, lifting it up and off his forehead, with just a couple of 'stray' locks artfully hanging down. I had to fight an urge to brush the stray locks back into the ordered mess above.
Although young, he looked anything but innocent. I snapped back into the present as a cheeky smile slipped across his face and I finally heard what he was saying.
"Do you need any bags?" he repeated, his soft voice was instantly recognisable as gay. The realisation that he wasn't straight, had my neglected cock rapidly hardening in my pants.
Still tongue tied, I just nodded. I gave him the once over. He stood about 5ft 9, and clearly had a lean athletic build under his work uniform.
"Do you have any id for the alcohol?"
My giving him the once over had obviously not gone unnoticed. He had a knowing grin on his face, and had clearly decided to tease me with the id question. I grinned, it takes two to play and I was definitely game.
"I'm 26," I focused on his name tag, "are you old enough to sell it Matthew?"
"Why, do you think 16 is too young to sell alcohol to a 26 year old?"
Shit, he was young, but I didn't think he was that young. Well that had effectively killed off my attempts to bed this hot little fuck.
"And call me Matty, or else you'll sound like my daddy."
Did I hear that right, that sounded like a come on.
"You are a shy one aren't you, do you have a name?" continued Matty.
I grinned, "Its Olly, and I'm not shy, just exhausted. I've just moved into the area and it's been a very long week."
"Well Olly, that's 37.40, pay by card?"
I nodded, paid by contactless and grabbed my shopping.
"Well, as this is my local, I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you." I regretted it as soon as I'd said it. I know I was horny, but what the fuck was I doing flirting with a kid, even if he was hot as hell.
Embarrassed, I quickly turned and left.
"If you want to see me with less clothes on, I'll be working out at Blacks leisure centre Tuesday evening," Matty called after me.