Dale swirled his spoon in his coffee mug, his mind lost in thought. He’d felt as awkward as a kid on his first date during dinner the night before. He covered it well with small talk and such, but the feeling didn’t fade. Dale could hardly focus when one of them directed a question to him. Under the table meant for four, Dale’s feet brushed against Alan’s several times as they ate. Alan didn’t complain or even mention it. Dale kept telling himself it was an accident, his legs were just long, but deep down he just wanted to touch the man in some kind of way.
Being near Alan had such a strong effect on him, much like the one he had for Kia. He realized some time ago, in retrospect, that he had fallen for Kia soon after they met, but it wasn’t at first sight. Her lovely skin had reminded him of creamy chocolate icing and he wanted to kiss her lips every time they moved when she spoke to him.
Kia invited him to a kickboxing class a few months after they had been dating. His eyes bulged and his cock hardened almost instantly at the way the black and red striped workout top hugged her full breasts. The delicious sight of those thick thighs and rounded ass of hers locked into his memory. Lust had turned to love because Kia stimulated his mind as well as his loins. Even now, ten years later, his hard-on came instantly when she dressed in those colors.
Alan wore a simple white button-down shirt with blue stripes and jean shorts the night before and it fit his slender physique superbly. His passion peaked in a similar way when he was in Alan’s presence, but as the evening progressed the man had stroked his intellect and his spirit was aroused, too.
Dale had never met a man like him. Alan fascinated him on every level. The thought of love at first sight seemed ridiculous, but…what else could it be? Everything about Alan was just…exquisite. His eyes… Damn! They were truly a window to his soul. Something sensual and primal called to him when he looked across the table into those crystal blue pools.
He remembered Alan and Kia bursting into laughter over something Alan had said and that Dale obviously missed. Kia’s laugh was always a musical and happy sound, making him smile. When Alan spoke his tone came across soft and light, but not at all feminine. His robust and hearty laughter, however, was a complete opposite of his voice. It was an unexpected delight. Dale was stunned that such a sound could resonate from Alan’s slender body. Although his slight frame suggested delicateness to his demeanor, something about Alan was stronger than he seemed.
The contrast sent his imagination reeling. The urge to wrap his arms around Alan protectively, push him over a table, and then fuck him hard as he could, ran wild through Dale’s mind. The vision of Alan bent over the large plush chair he occupied the night before formed as Dale closed his eyes. The vivid vision of his hand fisted in Alan’s white blond hair as Dale shoved his hard-on into Alan’s tight little ass appeared in his mind’s eye. Sweat dripping down Alan’s temple and his sweet bow lips in that “O” shape as he moaned with pleasure from the pounding was as clear as if he stood right in front of him.
