Jim was unavailable for the next few weeks after that night in his apartment. He had offered to give me a key to the place in case I wanted to take Linda there, but I told him I would not feel right doing so. I did not tell him this, but another part of me wanted that to be just "our" place, as weird as that sounded, even to me. I intuited that I was not the only "baby boy" he had taken to that place, though he never gave me indication of that. I am, after all, pragmatic when it comes to things like that.
Linda returned on Sunday afternoon. I had been looking forward to being with her, but she seemed very distant when I picked her up at her dorms. It would be a week before she broke the news to me that she had taken back up with her boyfriend back home.
I saw it coming. Think about it. A person is all hot for you before they leave on a trip and then cold to the touch when they return. It doesn't take a mind reader to know something is up. I was a little bummed but not crushed. Besides, I was an attractive nineteen year old male. I knew I was liable to land on my feet.
*****
It was really starting to warm up that spring. I had been working out regularly, and the results were showing in my chest and abs. I suppose being unattached made me work out harder, and the more girls around campus noticed, the harder I worked. One of the graduate assistants for the football team even inquired whether I was interested in walking on for the football team.
Ours was a small college that did not offer scholarships, so they were always looking for ex-high school jocks to fill their rosters. Though I was intrigued at first, the thought of running gassers again made me less interested. It was cool to be asked, though.
I had a few dates, as the days passed. Here and there I got laid. I even met a MILF at the sports bar who took me to a motel couple of times. I enjoyed my freedom during that semester. I suppose I also didn't want to get attached to someone and then have to leave for the summer. I was not cultivating my muscles to pine for a girlfriend in another city until fall.
It was about a week before finals that I my cell vibrated, as I was leaving my last class one Thursday. It was Jim. We had spoken several times, but this was the first time he had called before five or so.
When I answered, I heard him immediately ask, "Is my baby boy available?" I immediately felt my cock stirring in my loose fitting shorts, as I replied that I was just leaving my last class for the day. I agreed to meet "Daddy" at the apartment where he was already waiting.
I would be lying if I said my cock wasn't hard the entire way to the apartment. There was an incredible excitement in the taboo, sneaky nature of our rendezvous. It was also the first time I had been with a man, since that last night with Daddy. I also knew Daddy would be impressed with my freshly tanned, more sculpted body. I was looking forward to his reaction, as I pulled into the lot.
I was wearing a loose, green throwback Larry Bird jersey, white baggy shorts and flip flops when I arrived. I had not worn underwear that day. I often went without in the summer, though it was the first time I had done so on a day I had classes. I liked the freedom that I felt without them. Unfortunately, without the confines of my boxer briefs, my hard on was readily apparent to a woman who was coming out of the apartment across from Jim's. I tried to act nonchalant, but I swear the lady didn't take her eyes off my crotch, as we passed.
Somewhat embarrassed, I knocked on Jim's door only after she had gotten into her car. I was still not all that comfortable with my bisexuality, and did not want this lady (perfect stranger or not) to think I was anything other than a red-blooded male. I had deflated a bit, but only a bit, when I knocked.
On the other side of the door, I heard Daddy's voice beckon me inside. When I entered, I was stunned to see that Daddy and I were not alone. In the living room, there were three other people besides us. There were two men, both in their late forties or early fifties and a woman, who was very familiar. It took a second, since she had changed her hair and was dressed in cutoffs and a sweatshirt, but it dawned on me that she was Ginger from the topless bar.
Daddy smiled, as he rose from his seat to greet me. "There's my baby boy," he said with a grin, as he reached down and placed his hand over my more than obvious bulge. He leaned in and whispered, "I hope you don't mind that I brought a few friends with me."
I just nodded. To tell the truth, I wasn't sure what to say, really. Before I could say anything, Daddy turned to the others and announced, as he patted my hardness, "I think Barry here is raring to go." Turning back to me, he said, "Baby Boy, you know Ginger from the bar." I nodded, still speechless, in her general direction. She smiled, as her gaze slipped down to my crotch.
