Kitkat103
Waiting for Daylight
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Hellol All, Here I am again with another incomplete story. Before I paste it I want to let you know that it is a Gay Male story so if you are uncomfortable with this and want to leave a nasty remark then just roll on.
Anyway in my story two guys have to complete a Dare from playing Extreme Truth or Dare. It was just supposed to be a handjob but instead the gentleman get carried away. I have not gotten to the intimate details but I would like to know what you think so far. I feel like it may be overdetailed. If there are any tips or pointers you may have they are greatly appreciated!
Extreme Truth or Dare
Ian tries to put his arm around me as we walk across the train yard.
“Ugh, don't touch me, we just had sex on a dirty train in the Bronx.” I put some space between us. Why did I agree to this? My knees are probably covered in decades old grime and other stuff I can not think of mentioning.
We make it to the end of the yard. Ian lifts the already clipped fence and holds it so I can step through. He feeds me the tripod through the fence and then steps through. We both walk in silence, I keep trying to avoid his gaze out of embarrassment, he is smugger than a Cheshire cat. We arrive at the Morton Park Train Station and purchase new Metro Passes. We swipe through and wait at the upstairs platform. I sit on the bench and rest my head against the tiled wall, Ian is lightly pacing at the platform. I realize that my shirt is drenched in sweat. Either from the naughty activity we engaged in or the fear of being found. Ian realizes that its late night so it will be a while before the train arrives. He sits on the bench and leaves a seat in between us.
“Andy, why so glum? Cheer up!” Ian said. He lightly punches me in the arm, I do not respond.
“You shouldn't rest your head on the wall, we are in the middle of a bed bug crisis!” Ian pouted playfully.
“From all of the stuff we did tonight this is the cleanest surface I have encountered”
A breeze rushes through, train must be coming. I grab the tripod walk towards the edge of the platform. Ian slinks towards me. I can feel his breath against my neck, his finger tracing little circles on my left shoulder and his lips gently brush against my ear as he whispers. The 8 Train whooshes past us, the roaring of metal against metal obliterating any chance of hearing what he said. He walks down the platform and enters the next train car. I step inside and sit down, my nipples erect against my damp t-shirt, and a quizzical expression envelops my face as I try to figure out what the fuck just happened tonight. Yesterday I was excited to own my own business and today I feel his seed leaking into my boxers.
***************
“ What are you smiling about?” Laura asked as she dunked her teabag into her mug.
“Today is the Day!” I shouted. I was too excited, I never thought the day would come. Today I was going to become the sole proprietor of my own Tattoo shop. I had been saving for this since my second year at college. With some underground work and hosting a chair at the Ink Factory I came up with enough to buy out Ari, my now former boss. He's just glad the factory wasn't going to be turned into a Fast Food restaurant .
“Oh my GOSH! Congratulations...so when are you moving out?” Laura stopped dunking her tea bag and took a sip.
“Excuse me?”
“Andy, you're my brother and I love you ; but you gotta go. You said you needed to crash and its been three years!” Laura said. She got up and put her hand on my shoulder.
“This is a good thing, you're teetering on the edge of 29. You need your own place.” Laura gave me a peck on the cheek
“You are a good looking guy, you'll be alright.”
Eight hours later I was in the shop clock watching. Rico, Gwen, and Matt, my former co workers took an early day since there wasn't that much business. I didn't blame them, all I did today was a pentagram on a drummer's elbow, sanitize the chairs, and six bikini line shamrocks for a bride-to-be and her bridesmaids. I locked the doors in fear of having to see another hairy bikini line for the day. I grabbed the glass cleaner to wipe off the finger prints from the mirror. I gave myself a look over. I am about 5'10, I have a thin muscular build. My entire right arm and half of my left are covered in a custom Asian inspired sleeve; my back is covered in Sun Tzu quotes. Laura and I share the same strawberry blonde hair but I wear mine combed into a Mohawk. I am not terrible looking; why can't I even remember the last time I fucked someone?
I closed shop and headed home. On the way I went to the convenience store to buy some newspapers. I was going to look for a new apartment and try to get out of Laura's hair. I grabbed a 6 pack and batteries for when I got bored with the apartment hunting. By the time I entered the building it was 9 O clock. When I made it to the door I just wanted to rip open the batteries and plunge them into my favorite dildo. Before I could even stick the key in the door swung open and someone turned the lights on.
“SURPRISE!” Everyone Shouted. There was a printed “Congratulations Nana” banner hanging from the ceiling fan. Someone tried to cross Nana out with a red marker but it was still visible. Rico, Gwen and Matt were clapping, each of them holding a cigar. Laura was wearing her yoga clothes and holding a pink ice cream cake with “Fuck tha Police” written with orange icing. She could see the pensive look on my face and smiled.
“It was the only one made with soy ice cream. I promise its great!” Laura passed the cake to Gwen and came forward to give me a hug.
“Seriously we are very proud of you. There's a ton of booze in the kitchen.” I smiled and headed to the kitchen with my six pack.
Out of all the people that Laura invited I only knew about five of them. They must have swarmed when they heard the promises of booze and free cake. I sat at the kitchen table wit four empty beer cans and an open bottle of wine. The classifieds were filled with crap and instead of being jovial I was having my own pity party.
“Mind if I have one of those?” A voice said. I looked up, I had never seen him before but I wish I did! His sweater hugged all the right places, his cargo shorts showed his chiseled legs. He must have shaved his head in the past month because his hair was growing back like billions of black needles. I passed him a can and grabbed the last can.
“Sorry its a bit warm.” I said as I walked to the cabinet. I grabbed two mugs and filled them with ice from the freezer door. I offered one to the stranger, he held his hand up and lightly shook his head.
“That's okay, the vultures swarmed and ate all the cake and champagne before I could even get a crumb.”
“ Yeah, I don't really know many of them either, and I don't really know you.”
“I'm Ian, I live upstairs.” Ian held out his hand for me to shake. I shook his hand firmly and went back to pouring my drink into my glass.
“I'm Andy, the guy everyone is throwing the party for.” I sighed and took a large gulp. Ian pulled back a chair and sat down.
“Yeah, I heard about that, congrats! Must be great to own your own Tattoo shop. Now me, I'm kind of a pussy when it comes to needles of any kind!”
Anyway in my story two guys have to complete a Dare from playing Extreme Truth or Dare. It was just supposed to be a handjob but instead the gentleman get carried away. I have not gotten to the intimate details but I would like to know what you think so far. I feel like it may be overdetailed. If there are any tips or pointers you may have they are greatly appreciated!
Extreme Truth or Dare
Ian tries to put his arm around me as we walk across the train yard.
“Ugh, don't touch me, we just had sex on a dirty train in the Bronx.” I put some space between us. Why did I agree to this? My knees are probably covered in decades old grime and other stuff I can not think of mentioning.
We make it to the end of the yard. Ian lifts the already clipped fence and holds it so I can step through. He feeds me the tripod through the fence and then steps through. We both walk in silence, I keep trying to avoid his gaze out of embarrassment, he is smugger than a Cheshire cat. We arrive at the Morton Park Train Station and purchase new Metro Passes. We swipe through and wait at the upstairs platform. I sit on the bench and rest my head against the tiled wall, Ian is lightly pacing at the platform. I realize that my shirt is drenched in sweat. Either from the naughty activity we engaged in or the fear of being found. Ian realizes that its late night so it will be a while before the train arrives. He sits on the bench and leaves a seat in between us.
“Andy, why so glum? Cheer up!” Ian said. He lightly punches me in the arm, I do not respond.
“You shouldn't rest your head on the wall, we are in the middle of a bed bug crisis!” Ian pouted playfully.
“From all of the stuff we did tonight this is the cleanest surface I have encountered”
A breeze rushes through, train must be coming. I grab the tripod walk towards the edge of the platform. Ian slinks towards me. I can feel his breath against my neck, his finger tracing little circles on my left shoulder and his lips gently brush against my ear as he whispers. The 8 Train whooshes past us, the roaring of metal against metal obliterating any chance of hearing what he said. He walks down the platform and enters the next train car. I step inside and sit down, my nipples erect against my damp t-shirt, and a quizzical expression envelops my face as I try to figure out what the fuck just happened tonight. Yesterday I was excited to own my own business and today I feel his seed leaking into my boxers.
***************
“ What are you smiling about?” Laura asked as she dunked her teabag into her mug.
“Today is the Day!” I shouted. I was too excited, I never thought the day would come. Today I was going to become the sole proprietor of my own Tattoo shop. I had been saving for this since my second year at college. With some underground work and hosting a chair at the Ink Factory I came up with enough to buy out Ari, my now former boss. He's just glad the factory wasn't going to be turned into a Fast Food restaurant .
“Oh my GOSH! Congratulations...so when are you moving out?” Laura stopped dunking her tea bag and took a sip.
“Excuse me?”
“Andy, you're my brother and I love you ; but you gotta go. You said you needed to crash and its been three years!” Laura said. She got up and put her hand on my shoulder.
“This is a good thing, you're teetering on the edge of 29. You need your own place.” Laura gave me a peck on the cheek
“You are a good looking guy, you'll be alright.”
Eight hours later I was in the shop clock watching. Rico, Gwen, and Matt, my former co workers took an early day since there wasn't that much business. I didn't blame them, all I did today was a pentagram on a drummer's elbow, sanitize the chairs, and six bikini line shamrocks for a bride-to-be and her bridesmaids. I locked the doors in fear of having to see another hairy bikini line for the day. I grabbed the glass cleaner to wipe off the finger prints from the mirror. I gave myself a look over. I am about 5'10, I have a thin muscular build. My entire right arm and half of my left are covered in a custom Asian inspired sleeve; my back is covered in Sun Tzu quotes. Laura and I share the same strawberry blonde hair but I wear mine combed into a Mohawk. I am not terrible looking; why can't I even remember the last time I fucked someone?
I closed shop and headed home. On the way I went to the convenience store to buy some newspapers. I was going to look for a new apartment and try to get out of Laura's hair. I grabbed a 6 pack and batteries for when I got bored with the apartment hunting. By the time I entered the building it was 9 O clock. When I made it to the door I just wanted to rip open the batteries and plunge them into my favorite dildo. Before I could even stick the key in the door swung open and someone turned the lights on.
“SURPRISE!” Everyone Shouted. There was a printed “Congratulations Nana” banner hanging from the ceiling fan. Someone tried to cross Nana out with a red marker but it was still visible. Rico, Gwen and Matt were clapping, each of them holding a cigar. Laura was wearing her yoga clothes and holding a pink ice cream cake with “Fuck tha Police” written with orange icing. She could see the pensive look on my face and smiled.
“It was the only one made with soy ice cream. I promise its great!” Laura passed the cake to Gwen and came forward to give me a hug.
“Seriously we are very proud of you. There's a ton of booze in the kitchen.” I smiled and headed to the kitchen with my six pack.
Out of all the people that Laura invited I only knew about five of them. They must have swarmed when they heard the promises of booze and free cake. I sat at the kitchen table wit four empty beer cans and an open bottle of wine. The classifieds were filled with crap and instead of being jovial I was having my own pity party.
“Mind if I have one of those?” A voice said. I looked up, I had never seen him before but I wish I did! His sweater hugged all the right places, his cargo shorts showed his chiseled legs. He must have shaved his head in the past month because his hair was growing back like billions of black needles. I passed him a can and grabbed the last can.
“Sorry its a bit warm.” I said as I walked to the cabinet. I grabbed two mugs and filled them with ice from the freezer door. I offered one to the stranger, he held his hand up and lightly shook his head.
“That's okay, the vultures swarmed and ate all the cake and champagne before I could even get a crumb.”
“ Yeah, I don't really know many of them either, and I don't really know you.”
“I'm Ian, I live upstairs.” Ian held out his hand for me to shake. I shook his hand firmly and went back to pouring my drink into my glass.
“I'm Andy, the guy everyone is throwing the party for.” I sighed and took a large gulp. Ian pulled back a chair and sat down.
“Yeah, I heard about that, congrats! Must be great to own your own Tattoo shop. Now me, I'm kind of a pussy when it comes to needles of any kind!”
