Waking up with a big rough hand other than my own down my shorts is always a little surprising. It certainly doesn't happen very often. Actually, it almost never happens.
For some reason Nick can't resist my morning wood. In fact, he's always grabbing at my package when he thinks no one is looking. I think it amuses him to see how much it embarrasses me.
Before I met Nick, I was accustomed to sleeping alone. I like my space, always have. Indeed, I rather enjoy being able to sprawl out all over my king size. But he likes to sleep over and I don't discourage this behavior, in fact I mind at all.
Nick's a very cool guy. I don't believe I've ever met anyone who doesn't like him. I believe that was the first thing that I noticed about him, the way he seems so absolutely amiable with everyone. Well, that and his eyes.
His deep set hazel eyes, constantly ablaze under a pair of thick, jet black eyebrows that perfectly match his short wavy hair. He's got what I like to refer to as bedroom eyes. They seem to sort of slant down slightly at the corners giving him a heavy lidded, sort of sly, sort of sleepy, sexy look.
Oh, and then there's his body! Even at first glance you can tell that he takes great care of himself. Since we met, we've both engaged in a sort of unconscious competition that keeps both our bodies looking really great. We're about the same height, so its easy to match each other's muscle tone and definition. Although I do out weight him by a few pounds.
At six foot, he's very lean and muscular. But its his ass that really sets him apart. Its absolutely perfect.
The first time I really noticed him was at the sports bar where he works. He was wearing a pair of chinos and I just couldn't take my eyes off that high, tight, round little ass of his. Every time he turned his back to me, I swear I could feel a little drool start to form under my tongue.
Then he spoke in that pleasantly mellow baritone voice of his and I could barely respond. Nick is handsome in a strong masculine way, much like his voice, his looks appeal to everyone.
You could never describe him as a pretty boy. Nick is all man. Very rough around the edges and sometimes very disgusting, just like me. You'll never catch him primping or doing anything that will remotely enhance his image. He's a studly guy in every respect. But he does have something of a boyish appeal about him.
From what I've observed, men, women, children, even pets seem to dig him. He just gives off a good vibe. He's sexy, alluring and innocent all at once. You can tell right away that he's the kind of guy who doesn't take himself or anything else too seriously.
There was nothing in his manner that would lead me to believe that I'd ever have a shot with him. So, I didn't even try. At least not consciously.
Curiously, and according to him, it was he, who first made a play for me, which I still find hard to believe. And again, according to him, all of his efforts to attract my attention had been summarily rebuffed. I don't really remember it that way. But, of course I was somewhat preoccupied at the time.
Its amazing that we ever got together at all. Neither of us knew that the other liked guys.
Now, as he tightened his grip on my member, I instinctively reached down and held his hand still through the thin fabric of my boxers.
Seems I'd been having a very erotic dream and was pretty close to shooting when I awoke to his touch.
Just then his cell phone rang, Nick pulled his hand out of my boxers and answered it.
Minutes later, he was dressed and hurriedly on his way to the door.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet." He grumbled distractedly. "That was the manager at my trailer park."
"You want me to come with?"
"Nah, I'll call you when I find out what's going on."
Later that morning, Nick phoned to tell me that he was at the police station. I could hardly believe what he told me.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." He assured me.
The day seemed to drag on endlessly as I waited for Nick to get back or call or something.
All the waiting around was driving me crazy, so I decided to go downstairs to workout.
By no means am I a body builder, I just like to keep fit. And since there's room, I use the extra space on the ground floor behind the garage as a weight room, laundry and storage space.
Piling on the weight I completely forgot that I was home alone. It hadn't occurred to me that doing decline bench presses with this much weight and having no one here to spot me might be trouble.
So, I went for it. After two sets I was feeling good and had forgotten why I was waiting. Sometime into my workout, I lost my concentration and no matter how much I struggled, I just couldn't seem to heft the weight back up onto the rack.
Just as I was about to give up the sound of heavy boots shuffling across the concrete floor.
"Push!" A voice urge.
I opened my eyes to see Nick's crotch right over my face.
He lifted as I pushed. Together we got the weight back up onto the rack above my head.
"Thanks." I said breathlessly.
"What's with all the weight?" He questioned.
"Never mind that, what did the police say?"
He cocked a quizzical eyebrow and simply turned toward the back door. I followed him out and up the back stairs to the deck.
Passing through the sliding doors he said, "You could have been trapped under there for a long time."
"Forget about the weights, will you?" I said impatiently as I following him inside the house. "What did they say?"
"They found traces of some sort of incendiary device." He said looking extremely serious.
"A bomb? Someone tried to blow you up?" I asked incredulously.
"Well yeah, my trailer anyway." He shrugged. "Good thing I was here with you all night."
Just then Jason walked in the door.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"Someone blew up Nick's trailer." I said.
"Well, he looks alright to me." Jason smirked. "Besides, who would want to kill a bartender from Santa Barbara?"
