This is the next chapter of my progression into gay sex. I apologise for the long delay. All names and locations have been altered to maintain anonymity. As always I thank everyone who has taken the time to read, comment, vote, PM me and add as a favourite.
My post orgasm happiness disappeared quite quickly as I showered the dried cum from my body. I don't know what I'd expected the postman to do, but I hadn't expected him to just walk away. I'd pretended I wasn't aware he was looking, but he hadn't reacted to what he saw in any way. No look of disgust. No sign of any interest. His face was expressionless.
Maybe he saw lots of unusual things in his job. I took a positive in that he hadn't reacted badly, but all the same, I wished he'd done something other than just walking away.
For the rest of the day I got on with some chores and generally kept myself occupied. By the time my mother got home, I'd worked through my fear of Carol's husband a little. It seemed pointless worrying about what might happen. There wasn't much I could do about it anyway, so I'd just have to deal with it.
I still had a lot of questions running through my head. The main one being how did he know my name? Carol must have told him. I just didn't understand why.
A short time after our evening meal the phone rang. My mother answered it and for a few short moments my fear returned until she called out to tell me it was coach.
He asked if he could pick me up, so I told him it would be fine. Whatever it was he wanted to talk about would be a welcome distraction anyway. It wasn't a long conversation and within 15 minutes or so I saw him pulling up outside.
I told my mother something about him wanting to discuss an upcoming competition and said I shouldn't be too late home. Despite it being a chilly evening, when I got in the car, coach was wearing a tight fitting red T-shirt and matching red silky running shorts. They were almost obscenely short and tight, barely managing to contain his bulge.
My cock reacted immediately. There was no way he would wear those shorts in a normal situation. The slit on the sides ran virtually up to the waistband, exposing most of his upper thighs. It would have been so easy to slip a hand inside.
I refocused my mind and after exchanging pleasantries, I asked him what he wanted to talk about as we drove. He said he'd prefer to wait until we got back to his place, but told me he'd been doing a lot of thinking.
There was definitely something different about him since the previous day at the pool. The way he had sucked me off and now dressed the way he was. It felt like there was the beginnings of a shift in the dynamics of our relationship.
For the rest of the short journey I kept glancing down at his bulge. I couldn't help myself. It was obvious he'd dressed up to accentuate his size. My erection was solid and I had to keep adjusting myself, something which didn't go unnoticed. I could see him smiling.
Before long, we had arrived at his and I was seated on the sofa watching as he walked through to the kitchen to get us some drinks. That was when I saw just how small and tight his shorts were. Fuck, they only covered about half of his big round cheeks before disappearing into the deep crevice that ran between them.
He returned and as he handed me a cold beer, I could clearly see the outline of his thick shaft tucked down between his between his balls. He must have been aroused too. It looked swollen to the point that the material visibly strained causing his shorts to bow. For a fleeting moment I thought he must have felt quite uncomfortable, but it was such a beautiful sight.
He turned away and went over to put some music on. As he bent over to lay the record in the turntable, there was no doubt he took a few seconds longer than necessary. The sight of his buttocks perfectly displayed in those shorts caused my erection to leak.
Yes, he was definitely acting differently now. Something had changed in him and I liked it. My cock was raging. Bone hard. I opened my legs wider so the tenting of my jeans was clearly on show. When he stood upright and turned to face me, his eyes were instantly drawn to my crotch.
Maybe I'd changed too. Just a few weeks ago I was normal heterosexual young man. The thought of sex with another guy had never crossed my mind. Now, sitting on the sofa, I was openly flaunting the erection he'd caused.
There was no maybe about it. I had definitely changed.
He came over and sat down next to me. He put his arm across the rear of the sofa behind me and turned to face me, twisting his upper body but sitting with his legs wide open. I made it obvious when I looked down at his crotch, noticing he'd shaved his legs. Then I also saw his arms were shaved smooth too.
I took all this in quickly. almost without realising it. He'd shaved his body completely and now was sitting there letting my eyes drink it all in. Fuck, my cock was rigid! Already I could feel the wet patch on my jeans growing.
"So Dave," he began. "I've thought a lot about what we talked about in my car." His voice was soft and calm, but I noticed some hesitation. A slight quiver to the words.
