Sam and Toby

Out of the AC cooled Lyft, into the downtown heat and humidity, Toby and Sam stepped. Toby had been to the Art’s District a few times. But Sam, being younger, hadn’t. And Toby rightly thought this would be a good place for them to go on their first date, as Sam is into these kinds of places and what they offer.

They walked up the sidewalks, window shopping stores, shops and bakeries – even venturing inside several. They perused the merchandise, all overly expensive, but cool and, many times, unique, nonetheless. Coming across a well known Greek eatery, they decided to have a meal. After waiting ten or fifteen minutes, the hostess showed them to an outdoor patio seating in the rear. Being downtown, they had no idea this patio was available, but it was beautiful: the table and chairs seemed very European to them; the trellis along the side and overhead was inlaid with small white lights and squiggly vines that, somehow, grows well in the short summer months.

Seeing the massive plates of the other customers, they decided upon, and ordered, a plate to share. Toby watched Sam intently. He saw how Sam’s Icelandic blue eyes glittered, taking everything in. He studied how his smooth face, darkened by an intensified growth of beard the last few months, somehow seemed to glow. Seeing Sam smile did funny things to him inside. Initially anxious of how others would ‘see’ them – two guys together on a Friday night – Toby relaxed, seeing other couples – gay and straight – walk around the area uninhibited. He was shocked that no one seemed to care who was with whom. He was so relaxed, he found his right leg making its way, under the table, to Sam’s leg. His hairy, almost legal adult leg rubbed against Sam’s hairier leg, causing Sam to notice and smile. The way Sam’s leg felt against his, turned Toby on, his shorts noticeably tightening the more he rubbed Sam’s leg.

He looked at Sam’s muscular forearms, covered in a dark mass of hair. He was partly turned on by it, and partly jealous of it. He glanced down to his arms. They were masculine as well, but something about how thick the hair on Sam’s arms were just caused his balls to squirm in their hairy encapsules.

Sam was thoroughly happy about the surprise visit on their first date. Even though it was warm and sticky – normal mid-West late summer - Sam didn’t mind. He much preferred the heat to the cold. Add to the night that he was with Toby well, it was pretty damn perfect, he thought.

Even though some of the things were expensive in some of the stores they tried, Sam bought a couple small, inexpensive things, mostly for sentimental reasons. As they people watched while walking, Sam noticed all the couples out and about. He thought a good forty percent of them were – or at least seemed – to be gay. He felt comfortable there with Toby. Part of him wanted to reach out and grab Toby’s hand, but, as he knew Toby’s uncomfortableness, he relented, content to just being close to his man.

When Toby wasn’t paying attention, Sam casted glances at him, enjoying the look of his date. How his black hair and dark eyes contrasted against his hyper-white shirt, yet somehow was able to also show off his perfect, brown skin and hang expertly on Toby’s shoulders. He noticed Toby smiling a lot this night – more so than he had seen in the last few months when he was with Lisa. 

Sam took note of Toby’s arms – how they seemed more muscular today than he’d noticed in the past. His forearms had just enough muscle mass to show some veining, and were covered in a fine coating of short, soft, black hair. Which was in stark contrast to the coarse looking hair on his legs. Sam found himself wondering if those hairs were as coarse as they looked, or if they were softer.

More than once, Sam stopped walking, allowing Toby to get a few steps ahead of him so he could check out Toby’s ass. It looked larger than Sam’s noticed before. Part of him felt weird, checking out his friend’s ass, but another part of him – the part that seemed to control his brain tonight – seemed more than OK with checking out that ass.

As they approached a Greek restaurant, they went it. While dark, and somewhat ‘hokey’ in decor, Sam appreciated the mural on the wall – an obvious attempt to create a Mediterranean atmosphere. As the hostess walked them through the restaurant, Sam was disappointed, as he wanted a window seat. But his disappointment washed away when he saw the patio. It was as if the universe was making this night just for them, as they got the last patio seat available. He was mesmerized by how the lit trellis created a cozy atmosphere, for them to share – along with the twenty or so other patrons. 

Sam was surprised Toby suggested sharing a plate of food, as this seemed more intimate than he expected from Toby tonight. But he was glad when it arrived, as it was immense – more than enough for two people to share. Sam so wanted to reach under the table and put his hand on Toby’s thigh. Inside, he felt a stirring that he’d never felt prior. He wanted to be one with Toby, somehow. He wanted to share bodies with him, it seemed. It was an unfamiliar, though strong feeling.

As they picked at their food, Sam was noticeably quieter, as he contemplated his feelings for Toby. It must have been noticeable, as he felt something on his leg. In a microsecond, his brain when from ‘what the hell is that?’ to ‘ohhhh….’, as he felt Toby’s leg against his. The skin on skin contact caused his dick to harden so fast, he thought he was going to cum in his shorts. But it was a long lasting feeling – like an elongated orgasm. 

Looking over to Toby, he saw he was smiling. That dimple on Toby’s face, that only shown when he was smiling, caused his insides to quiver. It was one of his favorite physical features on Toby – at least of the ones he’s seen thus far. Sam’s returned smile seemed to lessen as he noticed something about Toby’s face he’s not noticed before. Young, inexperienced brains that these two boys have didn’t registered what was happening. It was a combination of lust and young love. And while that intenseness failed to register as such with Sam, he did know he like what he was seeing.

Having paid the bill, they walked out and towards a coffee shop they passed earlier. They ordered adult beverages – chilled coffee drinks – and sat at an outside table, waiting for the return Lyft Toby summoned earlier. They chatted and feigned enjoying their drinks (they were terrible), wanting to see more mature than they really were to each other, as they watched people walking to and from. Minutes later, their ride arrived, and they stepped into the back seat, on their way to get Sam home by curfew.

In the back seat, Sam felt Toby’s hand lightly rubbing up against his. He turned, looked down at them, then over to Toby. Toby seemed preoccupied with a thought as he looked out the opposite widow, his fingers of his right hand slowly rubbing Sam’s hand on the rear seat cushion out of instinct.

“We should be back in time” he assured Sam.

“Yeah. I know.”

“You think you could, you know, come over later – play some… video games?” Toby asked. “You’re getting home by curfew, after all.”

“What about your mom and Taylor?”

“Mom’s working late – Taylor’s at Robby’s. Or Tony’s. Or Tommy’s. Someone’s house. For the night – they’re going to Six Flags tomorrow.” Toby looked over at Sam with the same, lustful look he had earlier. It was at this time, Sam realized what he was suggesting – like everything that he’s said and felt tonight finally ‘clicked’

“Uh. Yeah. Sure. I think so” he sputtered out, his insides on fire with lust for this boy next to him!

“Good” Toby replied.

Arriving home, Sam when to his place, and Toby his.

Toby entered a cool apartment, his heart seemingly grown another size or two, as he remembered the night. It was one of the best nights he’s had in a long time – thoroughly enjoyable. And he was with Sam. 

As he pulled his shirt off, his mind drifted to Sam’s eyes, his smile, how those few dark hairs seemed to poke out from the top button of his polo a couple of times. That’s new, he membered thinking. He didn’t recallseeing those before. But, to be fair, he’s spent a lot of the summer with Lisa and not Sam.

Looking back into the bathroom mirror, he studied his own chest. How those little black hairs, scattered evenly across his pecs, seemed darked and fuller now. He rubbed his chest, able to feel those hair more now. He pushed his hand over to his left nipple, where there lived more, longer hairs. He rolled the hairs around his fingers, wondering how much hair Sam had on his chest, now.

He inhaled deeply, and stepped back, watching his abs flex with each breath. He lightly brushed his hand against them, felling the hair there, which was much thicker and fuller than his chest – so much so it was hard to see his belly button. 

Brushing the hair aside, he unbuttoned his short, the button gleefully releasing the pressure his hardened dick was causing. He noticed a wet spot on his boxer briefs, causing the blue material to become almost black. He touched it – it was sticky and slick at the same time – creating a string from the material to his finger as he pulled it away. He wondered, again, if Sam was at home, having a similar problem.

“How was your night?” Sam’s mom asked him as he stepped in.

“Fine” he muttered, in a very ‘matter of fact’ manner. “I’m going to go to his place and we’re going to play some video games, if that’s alright.”

“I suppose. You were home on time” his mom said. 

“Cool.”

“Just behave yourself over there – no drinking!” Sam rolled his eyes – his mom was paranoid of alcohol. But, due to her mother’s disease, it made sense. Sam knew she was only thinking of protecting him.

As Sam closed the bedroom door behind him, he collapsed on his bed, smile as big and wide as possible. Not only was the date great, but Toby was also tender and physical. And now, they were going to ‘play video games’ at Toby’s. His body shivered with anticipation. 

Ever since the restaurant, Sam had this… need… to, what he thought, was ‘be one’ with Toby. But, as Toby touched his hand lightly in the car ride home, he realized the ‘be one with’ feeling was really ‘have him inside’ feeling. He jumped up and jumped into the shower, to clean off the hot, humid city air and perspiration that collected on his body. As he washed himself, he noticed his dick was exceptionally long, but not hard. It’s something that he’s not experienced before, He rubbed it down with soap, making sure if anyone was down, in that area later, it was clean and fresh.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried off, pulling up his boxers, stuffing his still engorged member in and down as best he could. As he swiped deodorant in his hairy pits, he basked in the light of his taunt chest and abs – how they were covered in hair, which was wet and causing them to be more visible. He looked at how the hair in the middle of his chest and around his pink nipples hung long and against his still moist body. And how the three or four hairs at the base of his neck rose up, along his skin, pointing towards his chin. He wondered if Toby noticed them tonight. He didn’t seem to notice. Oh shit, he thought. What if Toby doesn’t like all this hair?!? It never occurred to him. Be cause he liked it, he automatically thought everyone else did, too. Should he shave it off, he wondered?

While contemplating his next, potential, manscaping move, his phone vibrated. A message from Toby read: U COMIN? Sam’s hole puckered tight as his body read the anxious, sexually laden text from Toby, his new beau that would take his virginity this very night. Sam felt his body flush with heat and his balls, that were once handing low from a hot shower, pull up against his taint in response to his puckered and anxious hole.

OMW Sam texted back, forgetting his manscaping dilemma he was previously contemplating. He’s waited for at least two years for this moment, and he wasn’t going to put it off any longer! He almost skipped out of the bathroom, grabbed a pair of gym shorts and a basic tee shirt, tossed on a pair of sneakers, shoved his keys into his pocket and bounded to the door.

“I won’t be too late – promise!” he said to his mom, not giving her time to offer a rebuttal. He closed the door behind him, knowing that the next time he sees his mom – the next time he enters this apartment, he would no longer be a virgin. He’d be a man!