The sight of that beautiful dick hanging on my best friend's muscular body was one I would not soon forget.
It haunted my dreams: I was in a forest, walking through a maze of trees trying to find something, but I didn't know what. I turned a corner and was sucked back to the beginning. I kept going and learning the maze and then at the center there he was, offering me a … pizza? Slicing it with a giant sword adorned by a triangle with a circle in the center. As soon as I went to take a bite—
—I running through a wide, open field, seeing a ranch in the distance. I ran to it, never tiring, and I opened the gate. Inside was the amazing naked butt of the ranch hand who turned around and was Zeke, offering me a leather harness and dildo gag. He helped me on with the harness, and he leaned in to kiss me before putting on the gag. Just before his lips touched mine—
—I was swimming through an iced-over lake, somehow able to breathe, and I got to the other side. I took a blue-flamed torch and lit a brazier. A door opened and he was spread eagle on a cross with a massive bear of a man holding a whip. I ran to the man to try to tackle him when—
—I was in a castle. I was hiding from the guards who were patrolling, they would have stopped me if they saw me. I made it in, past the guards, fighting an occasional guy off with some array of different devices I pulled out of nowhere, and I made it to the throne room. I saw Zeke's name above a smaller throne. I rotated the last "e" in his name, and the throne moved to the side, revealing a secret passageway. I followed it down into the depths of the castle until I saw a light, and bursting into the room I saw Zeke there waiting for me, and we embraced. He rubbed up against me and I kissed the top of his head, rubbing his strong, muscular back, our dicks hard and smearing our torsos, and—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Fucking alarm. Zeke was in the bed snoring, and I was– fuck. I was pissed I had done laundry yesterday because my sleeping boxers were wet with cum. How to hide that in a one-bedroom apartment with no other dirty clothes? Goddamn it. It was six-fucking-a.m. and I had to be at work in an hour and it was a half-hour bike ride.
Thinking fast, I went to the bathroom but left them on, and I took a quick shower. With no hair dryer, I prayed that Zeke would shower at the gym or at least not before he left for work, and I put them on the towel rack to air dry after wringing them out.
I threw on my light clothes, passed a comb through my hair; grabbed the spare key, my wallet, and phone; and I was out the door, locking the deadbolt behind me. I scurried through the hallway, down two flights of stairs, and to the bike rack locked behind the building. Off I was to work.
Fortunately, at 6:30 it wasn't too hot out, and I biked slowly so's to not work up a sweat. I got to the diner and went in the back. The owners had set up a few lockers in a back corner of the kitchen, which is where I stashed my uniforms. Grabbing one and a small hand towel, I went to the bathroom and changed. The owner was nice, but I did wish she had invested in shirts for taller men: I had a very unflattering, baggy XL because that was the only one that wasn't effectively a crop top on me. Oh well. I made sure my light hair was combed back, then shook my head a bit to let the waves cascade, exited the bathroom, put my bike clothes and other things in the locker, and reported to the owner/manager with one minute to spare.
"Jesus, Luke, you are amazingly punctual," she said, looking at the clock. An older woman in her late-50s, she and her husband were childless and I was pretty sure she thought of me as an almost adopted son. Neither Zeke nor I had been adopted, and with no parents to speak of we'd been in the foster system until we were 18. I almost wished that Mrs. Ethidapro had adopted us – adopted us both – but perhaps in another lifetime. She was a larger woman, very sweet, and one of the most beautiful women I'd seen in this town. If I swung that way. Her greying hair wrapped in a loose bun to stay clear of restaurant business. She was the only one not in a uniform, but she wore a neat, light pink skirt and had a name tag like everyone else. I was thankful that she hadn't made the uniforms pink, for it was one of her favorite colors.
I smiled at what I hoped was a compliment and, grinning widely, I asked, "Amazingly punctual … enough for a raise?"
She laughed a little and then her face quickly turned somber. "How are you doing, Luke?"
My smile faded. Then I forced it back. "It's okay! No, really. Zeke's letting me stay with him, so, we're cool!"
She nodded slightly, searching my face. She was silent for awhile and it was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Finally, she replied, "I'm glad to hear it. You could've stayed with me and Raes."
"Thank you, really. But Zeke is my bro!" I tried to act like this whole thing was fine. "The best thing you could do to help me is give me a raise."
"Done," she replied.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm giving you a raise. It's not mansion money, but I'll bump you up 20%. $12/hr, plus–" she looked around to make sure no one was listening, "–I won't verify your tips, you just report what you think is reasonable."
I was flabbergasted. "Thank you!" I said as I reached down to hug her.
For the second time in as many days, I was about to cry. She hugged me and her hands were wrapped around my back, squeezing me as I imagined a mother would. I loved her – like a mom – and sometimes you just feel like you need a mother's hug. This must have been one of those times because my head fell on her shoulder as it had Zeke's the night before. She moved one hand up to the back of my head, rubbing it and my neck gently, slowly, and then whispered something. I felt something weird when she did.
"Huh?" I asked.
She sniffled like she had been crying, too, and pulled back. "Nothing, Luke. Just … you– you need to take care of yourself."
She sounded like I was going off to war. On the other hand, with my eyes wiped dry on my arm, I remembered what she said just a minute earlier: A raise! With that money, I could treat Zeke to a pizza next weekend!
"Thank you so much, really," I just said, and straightened up. "For everything."
She cleared her throat and then got all business like. "No problem, gotta keep you around here, you make all the other old bitties keep coming! They love you," she pinched my cheek. "Don't want to risk you going to Neil's down the street."
She shuffled off to go back to shaping bread to bake. She was proud that pretty much everything was made from scratch, in-house. The regulars certainly appreciated it, too. I called after her, "You know I'm gay, right?"
She called back, "Doesn't matter, they either see you as eye candy or the son they wish they had! Love at first sight! Then, they stay for the bites." I could hear the smirk in her voice.
The door chimed to indicate a customer, so I just shook my head and walked to the front of house to introduce myself, give them a menu, and offer them coffee while they figured out what they wanted.
**********
Twelve hours later and $24 plus unreported tips richer than I would've otherwise been, I was back on my bike and pedaling to Zeke's apartment. I'd eaten some at the diner, and I wasn't working double so I didn't have to head to the greasy spoon. Maybe with the raise from Mrs. Ethidapro, I'd be able to quit the second place.
By the time I'd made it back to the apartment, I was exhausted and sweaty, so I nodded to Zeke who was watching TV and made a beeline to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and took a shower, luxuriating in the spray while my feet were killing me.
When I was done, I grabbed my towel, dried, wrapped it around me, and walked to the bedroom. Zeke was still engrossed in whatever show he was watching. I shut the door to the bedroom and removed my towel.
My boxers from last night and this morning were on the bed. Fuck. Okay, deep breaths. He probably just saw them there, didn't think anything of it, and put them on the bed because they were dry and he was being considerate. Right. I took them and smelled them.
Pretty sure I got a whiff of cum. No way he would notice though, right? Straight guys don't go around deeply sniffing their gay roommate's underwear, right?
Nothing I could do about it now, so I put them on along with a t-shirt and shorts and walked out to the main room.
"Thanks for taking my boxers out of the bathroom," I ventured.
"Yeah, no problem," he replied, not moving his head at all from the TV.
I inwardly sighed. So far, so good. Okay, just move on.
"Watching anything good?" I asked.
"Nah, but it's fine. Passes the time," he replied.
Oh, what interesting lives we lead.
I sat down near – but not too near – him and watched the show with him for another hour or so. The warmth from his leg heated the surrounding air: I could feel it on mine. If I just– no, I shifted and moved my leg a bit farther away from him, my shorts were too thin and he did not need to see me get hard.
Another hour and we were both getting tired at the same time. I turned first to go to the bathroom and heard him call out, "Bro!"
"What?" I turned back.
"What happened to your back? Did you get bitten?"
"Huh?" I asked.
"Nah, commere."
I went back to the couch and sat down. He had to stand to look at my neck. "There's a red mark on your neck."
"Weird," I replied, not sure what else to say. I reached back and felt it, and I didn't feel anything. "Doesn't feel like it."
"It's all red."
I thought back. "Mrs. Ethidapro did hug me pretty hard today, maybe she rubbed the skin?" I told Zeke.
"Ahhh," he replied, his voice sounding full of wisdom.
"Okay, she probably just pinched the skin or something. I was gonna say, looks almost like a giant sperm!"
My face turned bright red. Did he– did he smell my underwear? Was he referencing that? Did he know I came in them? Did he know I desired him?
He must've seen me reddening – curse this light skin! – and he laughed, smacking me on the back. "It's cool, dude. I wouldn't care if you got a tattoo of a spermy on your neck, you're still my best bud."
"Thanks," I muttered. Then in my best sarcastic voice, "Can I go brush my teeth now?"
"Yes, you may go brush your teeth," he responded in his best haughty voice, then grinned and added, "dude."
I shook my head, stood up, and we both took turns with our evening routines. Tonight, unfortunately, there was no free show, but I was silently hoping for a nice sexy encounter in my dreams. Or, maybe he'd be nude again with the covers thrown off if I awake to see it in the middle of the night.
