A gay story: South Street Nine
Hello to all! This is my very first erotica, not only for Literotica, but also for myself. I’ve never done this before, but, well, hopefully I can learn from this experience. It would be greatly appreciated if you comment and vote on this story, as feedback is extremely valuable to an aspiring Lit author like myself!
Special thanks to the ever so lovely vavavaVoom! I’m so glad you tolerated me for a few weeks, editing this flowery mess of verbosity and other things!
Thank you kindly and enjoy,
Cadere
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The steam wafted through the air and condensed on the glass in a light fog. I shifted my fingers on the handle to get a better grip. A sigh breezed past my lips as I lifted the smooth, rounded edge of the mug to my mouth, tasting the tea that flowed to my tongue. I immediately set my cup down on the half table in front of me, its glossy wood glowing with the morning sunlight that sifted through the window. My tea was too hot.
I pulled out my chair and slumped into it, running my fingers through the entangled mess of a mop that was my hair, cringing from the faint burnt taste on the tip of my tongue. It was just another Friday morning here at home. It was always so quiet in the morning. The only sound that broke my idling train of thought was the faint ticking of the clock over the kitchen counter, urging me to glance at it and assess its time. I had checked it a few minutes earlier and it read something like seven o’clock.
I shifted a bit in my chair. The quality cotton robe I was wearing at least softened the firmness of my seat. I lazily typed away at my laptop with one hand, the other reaching for my tea for another sip, the taste of burn not as prominent now. On my screen was a website that listed persons who wished to rent a room. I had subscribed to this site a few days ago, offering a bedroom in my house for rent. It was always so lonely here. My neighborhood is full of people in the early twenties, all living in single-family homes, always inviting friends over for late night backyard parties. I may be the only twenty-three-year-old guy who doesn’t involve himself with his neighbors. I’m not a party guy.
Something on my screen caught my eye just when I was about to log out of the rental service. It was my instant messenger. Jay was online. He had sent me a greeting. I broke out into a grin. He actually decided to contactme. I switched to my only other browser tab to respond to him. Presenting itself before me now was an adult chat site, suggestive advertisements heading and lining the side of the screen and a text box taking up the rest of the window.
Jayboy1453:hey Collin, how r u? up early i see
I had met Jay online one night as I was checking my account on this particular website. I jokingly registered, not thinking much of it, only to view the live webcasts to satisfy my occasional urge. Some time afterward, I decided to push myself into actually contacting another individual. The site randomly connected me with Jay, a twenty-five-year-old man. His profile picture was very handsome. His interests were very different. The words we typed that night make me flush pink to recall.
a_shyguy99:I’m fine, kinda tired.
Jayboy1453:take a break
a_shyguy99:I can’t
Jayboy1453:r u working today? call in sick, babe
Jayboy1453:u work ur ass off at that place
a_shyguy99:Working today, yeah
a_shyguy99:Wish I was really sick, though, I’m a bad liar
a_shyguy99:lol
My job was always so dull. I expressed this to him once more. I worked for the typical pyramid company that I commuted an hour to, and then from nine o’clock to seven was nothing but invoices, tax forms, and sales reports. Sitting in that grey solitude for so long only made me yearn for someone else, and that yearning manifested into something more when I came home and slipped under the covers.
Jayboy1453:mm, yeah, i get it.
Jayboy1453:u still need to unwind
Jayboy1453:its not good for ur health
His concern for me made me content. There was at least someone somewhere who cared about my well-being, even if for a little bit. He always began our conversations this way, with a light touch upon the matter of my health. He would pry an answer out of me after I had given him an unsatisfactory remark, pressing assurances and suggesting sometimes ludicrous solutions. It made me happy. It made me believe that this man had more depth than the text on the screen.
Jayboy1453:want me to help u take ur mind off work?
Jayboy1453:im wearing absolutely nothing.
While I found myself surprised at his straightforwardness so early in the morning, I felt my sense of touch grow acute. I felt the thin, hair-like fibers of cotton brush over my naked body, subtly grazing my skin as I shifted in my seat. My mind became drastically aware of the light, delicate strokes of fabric over my nipples. I felt the fibers push themselves into the tiny crevices and folds of my skin, engulfing my flaccid penis and the underside of my sac in ticklish warmth.
Jayboy1453:ive been thinking about u all nite
Jayboy1453:switch on the webcam, babe
Jayboy1453:i want u to see how hard youve made me
My toes curled at the thought now pressing itself in my head. A rugged, burly man flashing on the screen, his fingers a meaty ring around the base of his thick, throbbing cock, his hand gruffly thrusting up and down his shaft… His head tipped back as he grunts soft groans, flashing an eager and lusty glance at me through the cam… I pressed my heels to the cool kitchen floor and pushed myself up in my seat, my muscles tensing up.
The branch of the evergreen tree that stood outside my window rapped on the glass, disrupting my thoughts. Suddenly, my robe felt a little too snug. I finally raised my fingers to the keyboard and tapped a response.
a_shyguy99:Maybe later? I have a meeting i have to get to.
a_shyguy99:Right now.
My cheeks colored. I was nervous. I’m not used to interacting with another person in a sexual way. I’ve never been with awomanlike that before, let alone aman. I have never had someone so willing to expose themselves to me—and so intimately? I would have never dreamed it possible. Perhaps it’s because I am just not ready. And so, I resign myself to watching the activities of porn stars and amateurs under the veil of anonymity. I scold myself for it, sometimes.
Jayboy1453:its only 7:30
Jayboy1453:cant it wait?
Jayboy1453:i really want u
Before my clashing feelings of want and insecurity could get any stronger, I lied to him once again, telling him that I was already late and that I ought to get going. He didn’t sound so content in his response. Once again, his studly boy-toy wasn’t going to show off for the camera.
Jayboy1453:will i at least see u tonite?
a_shyguy99:Yeah, of course
a_shyguy99:Midnight, right?
Jayboy1453:yeah, thats great.
Jayboy1453:see u then, babe
I shutdown my laptop and left it on the table, staring at it for a while, collecting my thoughts. I exhaled deeply once again, as the boredom of inactivity began to affect my musings. I loosened my robe a little to help my body cool down from the bit of excitement that roused me up earlier. My mug had only a few ounces of tea left, and though lukewarm and now lacking in flavor, I gulped it down and set it back on the table so that I could scoot my chair back, stretch, rise, seize it, and then set it in the sink to wash. The golden glow of dawn had died down in its brilliance into the more plain light of day. I decided that maybe I ought to get to work early today. Or, perhaps, it was just my guilt speaking.