This story is a follow up of two stories previously published on literotica.com titled "Lake Encounters Ch. 01" and "Lake Encounters Ch.02."
Two years later.
Carey sat in the window of the neighborhood coffee shop, Brew-Skis and sipped on an iced coffee. Fortunately, the hot August sun was beating down on the stores across the street. Even so, he could feel the heat coming off the window next to him. He stared at his reflection in the window glass. 20 years old. 5'10," 140 pounds. A little older now but still slender guy bordering on skinny even though he ate anything and everything. Fair skin indicative of his Anglo/Irish/Danish/Scottish/mutt background. Light brown, kind of taupe-ish, cut short and neat, parted on the side. Hair slightly over the ears, short bangs. Brown eyes. Fine features. A wider nose but still not very big. Thin lips. Narrow square jaw. No beard. In fact, hardly any body hair at all except on his legs. Light, mid-range voice.
About to enter his junior year, Carey had decided to come home for the summer. Not home exactly, but to his home town. He'd sublet a small apartment instead of living at home. Nothing against his parents; he just needed some space. He'd come into some money so he didn't really need to work. Just for something to do, he had taken a job at a pinball arcade just down the street.
Absentmindedly, he clicked from one social media app to another.
Bang! Just like that, Apollo jumped into the chair across from him.
"Fuck! Would you stop doing that?" Carey yelled.
It had been two years since he had met Apollo, first on boulevard median where his father had been panhandling while he sat slumped on the ground. Later, those sexually charged encounters at the lake. One, where Apollo was nearly raped by an older man. The other, an erotically charged encounter where they shared some mutual self-pleasure.
Carey had given up hope that he would ever see him again. But, here he was.
That same skinny kid, the one who claimed to be 18 at the time and was supposedly 20 now. Hair still long, literally dirty blond and greasy, still falling in that sexy way across his face. Pale skin, narrow almond shaped eyes, thin lips, pointed chin. Today's outfit consisted of a pair of weathered cargo shorts, worn and ripped canvas shoes, and a soiled white tank with red trim, deep armholes. The other thing that was still the same was that scornful, smart ass expression on his face.
"What's shakin' bacon?" he said, ignoring Carey's four letter greeting.
"Where have you been?"
"Around?"
"Around? Ya know your dad came to my house looking for you."
A momentary look of surprise. "Ya? Well...I've been...around."
Carey smirked. His mind raced back to the afternoon at the lake. That whole thing, jerking off together, had been insane but also kind of sweet. He felt an immediate twitch between his legs.
Apollo swiveled to look up at the menu board above the counter. "What are ya gonna buy me today?"
Smirking again, Carey got up and motioned for Apollo to follow him up to the counter.
"What can I get ya?" It was that cute barista who had taken Carey's original order. He smiled. It was the same twinkly smile he'd given Carey when he first came in. Carey hadn't remembered seeing him before but he took further notice now. Good looking, slender and a little taller than Carey, long dark hair styled in a bowl cut, kind of like Justin Bieber. Although it was tousled, it look like each hair had been carefully placed across his forehead and over his ears. Thick eyebrows, full lips, and crystal clear blue eyes.
"I'll have a..." Apollo studied the menu. "Iced Mocha."
"Ok. Anything else?"
"Ya...um. One of those turkey croissants and a bag of chips." Apollo looked at Carey for approval. Turning back to the barista, "And a ham and cheese sandwich and another bag of chips."
Carey dug out his credit card and pushed it into the card reader. In short order, the sandwiches were readied and the Mocha was made. Holding the bag and sucking on the drink through a straw, Apollo followed Carey back to the table.
As Carey looked on, Apollo unwrapped one of the sandwiches and tore into it.
Carey sighed, "How long has it been this time?"
"Yesterday." Apollo said as he chewed. Meaning, it had been a day since he'd last eaten.
Carey just watched him. "Are you still on the streets?" Chewing. No response. How does a kid like this get by, he asked himself?
"Where are you staying?" Apollo just glared at Carey. Then he turned his head and looked out the window. Carey thought, how does he cope with the anxiety of being homeless, not knowing when he's going to eat, or where he's going to sleep?
After the sandwich had mostly disappeared, Apollo's chewing slowed. He took a satisfied breath in and out and smiled at Carey as he wiped the food out of the inside of his mouth with a finger.
Carey looked at Apollo appraisingly. "Were you looking for me?"
Apollo smiled at Carey as he peaked at him over the top of the cup of Mocha he was finishing off. Chuckling, "Ha!"
"So, I'm today's food source?" Carey was getting pissed off.
"Well, I wasn't lookin' for ya just for food," Apollo lightly giggled.
Apollo blushed a little. He squinted at Carey through the hair that had fallen across his face. Carey noticed the deep armhole of his tank had shifted so Apollo's armpit and a bit of his right nipple were showing. Small and pink. Tiny blue veins traced their way across the part of his chest that was visible.
"What for, then?" Carey teased. He felt his cock stiffen.
Apollo brought his knee up and rested his foot on the edge of the chair. He nibbled on his knee cap.
"I dunno." A long pause. Another smile, blue eyes twinkling. "I sorta like you."
Their eyes locked. Nothing was said for a moment. Then, Apollo brought his foot back down to the floor, kicked his shoes off, and slumped down a bit in the chair. By this time, Carey's cock was pushing up toward the waist of his pants. Apollo put his right foot up on Carey's chair, pushing his legs apart. Carey couldn't move. Apollo slumped a bit more and pushed the bottom of his foot right up against Carey's cock.
