Sam and Toby

Toby’s birthday

Sam pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the bed. He caught a reflection of himself in the mirror on his closet door. He turned and looked, taking in his changed form. Thanks to Toby’s insistence over the past two years to join him on his runs, Sam’s body took a shape Sam never expected. He studied his now firm and squared pecs. He ran his hand over them, feeling the dusting of black hair the spread across them. Most of the hair was centered in the middle of his chest, but some spread out, encircling his still pink but now erect nipples. He enjoyed rubbing his body. I made he feel like a man. 

Running helped change his flat, but shapeless stomach into something to be proud of. He ran his hand down his stomach, feeling the beginnings of abs. Once jealous over Toby’s stomach, now Sam admired his own firm, washboard abs, covered in a triangle mat of black hair, growing up from below his waist, but ending well before his breastbone. As he twirled his finger around the hair encircling his navel, his boxers flexed. He turned himself on more and more each day. Sometimes, when he jerked off, he fantasized himself being someone else, having sex with him. His boxers flexed again.

He raised his other hand to his face. Should he shave before the party, he wondered? He felt the thick stubble along his jawline and chin. He turned his head, looking at the dark color on his skin from under his stubble. If he shaved, he’d keep his moustache – something he’s had for a couple years now. Instead of the dark fuzz of yesteryear, it was now coarse. He thought it looked good. But the jury’s still out on that for his friends. They’re just jealous, he’d think. 

He placed his arms behind his head, exposing his underarms. The dozen or so hairs that were there when he met Toby were replaced with two tufts of dark fuzz. Not overly long, it was just enough to make he feel masculine – something he’d struggled with since he met Toby. He ran one hand over his flex bicep. It wasn’t large like a weightlifters’, but it was noticeable enough to please him. 

“Not bad” he said aloud, his voice no longer sounding like a ten-year old’s, but deep and strong, like a man’s voice. Well, at least more so than a couple years ago, he thought. It still squeaked and cracked sometimes, but it was leaps and bounds more manly than before.

He turned to his side to admire the horizontal tenting happening in his boxers. If there was one body part he was proud of, it was his genitals. Pulling down his boxer’s waist, his pubic hair popped out. Need to trim that up again, he thought. He dropped his boxers, freeing his dick, long and thick with a giant head. Over the past couple of years, he’s become intimately familiar with it; where and how to touch it; where every vein was located; how to flex it, causing it to bounce. He smiled in the mirror, his beautiful blue eyes glittering in the bathroom light.

Sam decided not to shave his face, but did take the trimmers to his pubes, cleaning things up. Once that clipped hair was tossed, he put on some deodorant on his hairy pits, washed his face, and dried off on the towel hanging next to him. He turned, grabbed some cologne – Toby’s favorite – spritzed himself (maybe a pump or two too much to be honest) and trotted back into his room. He had to pick the perfect clothes for the party. 

He grabbed a shirt and held it up to his body while in front of the closet mounted mirror. Would Toby notice him in this, he thought? Sam knew he had to wear something to take focus off of Lisa onto him. Sam wasn’t a fan of Lisa. In fact, he was jealous of her and the time she took with Toby. He shook off the bitter thought or Lisa – and what Toby and Lisa were probably doing - dropped the shirt on the dresser and grabbed another. This should work, he thought. 

Pulling open a dresser door, he searched for his favorite shorts. Sitting down on the bed, he slid one leg in the short, then the other. He stood up, fastened the shorts, and checked himself in the mirror. Not only had the running helped develop his stomach and chest, but it did wonders for his legs. Toned, muscular and covered in dark hair, he twisted, hoping Toby notice. He pulled the shirt over his head, French tucked it and turned focus to his hair.

Toby commented a year or so ago about how he thought long hair only looked good on girls. It was a few days later Sam cut his hair short. And he kept it short since then. But he needed product. He grabbed some paste, worked it in his hands, and tousled his hair into the perfect look for his bone structure. He stepped back, admired his ensemble. No shoes! He shook his head, wondering how he forgot shoes. But the thinking about Toby caused him to forget things. It wasn’t he first time and wouldn’t be the last. He grabbed a pair of sandals, skipping the socks like every good gay knows to do, slipped them on, grabbed the gift bag and checked one last time. 

“Nice” he grumbled in his cracking baritone voice. “I hope he notices.”

Toby wrapped the towel around his waist as he stepped out of the shower and walked down the hallway. He swung open the bedroom door to see his little brother on his bed, playing on his phone.

“You’d better get ready” he told him.

“I’m already ready” Taylor said, without looking up from his phone.

“You put on deodorant?” Toby asked.

Taylor sighed. “Nope. Don’t need it” he said.

“Put some on!” Toby demanded. Coming close to his teens, Toby’s brother Taylor was at the age where deodorant was a necessity. Taylor rolled his eyes, gave Toby the finger and stormed out of the room. “Classy” Toby said, shutting the door behind his brother.

Toby threw the towel on the bed, standing there naked. His flaccid dick hung low and long as he reached down and ‘adjusted’ himself. Any excuse to touch himself was good enough for him. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and pulled them up, his dick slapping up against his slightly hairy stomach with a ‘thwack’. He smiled, enjoying the slight ting of pain he felt in its head. He adjusted himself again, this time out of necessity. He wondered what Lisa was going to wear to his party. He liked her. She was nice. And pretty. Best part of their relationship was Lisa, and her family, were hyper religious so sex was definitely out of the question. This was a good excuse for Toby to use with his pals – all of whom were having some sort of sexual activity with their girlfriends. “She’s a Christian – she wants to wait” he’d always say. While he still took some ribbing about not being able to ‘convert her’ to some sort of ‘sex slave’, he could take that. What he couldn’t – or didn’t want to take – was losing friends if he came out as gay. Besides, this whole ‘gay thing’ was just a phase. At least that’s what he told himself. Besides, what’s the odds Sam was interested in him, he asked himself?

Sam could have any girl he wanted, he told himself as he grabbed a pair of shorts that he had laying on the floor. Sam had grown a lot in the past year or so, he thought to himself. He’s taller, more muscular now. And those blue eyes. Those…dreamy…blue… eyes… As he pulled the shorts up his body, they caught his now hard dick straining against his boxer briefs. He sighed. He didn’t get hard when he was thinking about Lisa, but sure shot a boner when he thought about Sam. He felt ashamed as he stuffed his plumped-up member down into his shorts, buttoned and zipped them up. He wished he’d get hard when thinking about Lisa. 

He pulled on a shirt and started buttoning it up from the bottom. Looking down, he noticed he hadn’t changed much since he met Sam. Sure he had a few more stray hairs growing out from his dark brown skin scattered around his chest, around his belly button and around his nipples. And he’s shaving now, once a week or so. But this past year at the pool, he noticed Sam’s hairy body. And his deep voice. Toby was the one with the masculine voice when they met. Now Sam’s voice was deeper than his, even if it still squeaked and cracked at times. As he buttoned his shirt, he smiled, remember how Sam’s voice cracked when he talked. He doesn’t smile like that when he thinks of Lisa. Only Sam.

“Happy now?” Taylor said as he busted into the room, snapping Toby out of his daydream.

“So long as you don’t stink” Toby replied, gathering himself.

“You stink” Taylor replied as he snagged his phone and stormed back out of the room. Toby sighed. Little brothers are a pain, he thought to himself as he shut the door behind Taylor.