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| Oliver |
Oliver had been so shy at first, and had needed alcohol to loosen up and talk to me. It had been clear quite early on that he had been really into me and part of me found the nervousness quite adorable. It stroked my ego that such a good-looking man would be nervous to talk to me. I considered myself quite average-looking. Oliver obviously didn’t share that opinion.
He showed no sign of waking up. After a while, I decided to get up and leave Oliver in my bed. It was 7:57 AM. I carefully left the bed, leaving his arm next to him. I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me. I went to the bathroom and then the kitchen to drink some water. I didn’t have a headache, but I felt a bit groggy. I took an apple out of the bowl and laid down on the couch with my phone. The Uber app was still opened. I saw in my profile that last night’s driver had rated me two stars. Oliver and I had made out on his backseat. I was slightly annoyed, but I wasn’t going to make a big deal about it.
Then I saw a text from Susan. ‘Tell me everything’ it said. It was sent earlier this morning. I smiled. I texted her back that we kissed and that it was great. After I pushed ‘send’, I looked at the bedroom door and smiled even more. Then I told her he’s still in my bed, but nothing happened. I was curious to her reply.
Then the bedroom door slowly opened. Oliver stumbled out, completely naked. His cock was slightly thicker and longer than the night before and flopped about as he walked. The head of his cock only just peeked out of his foreskin. With one hand he was nursing an obvious headache. He looked around the apartment until he saw me.
“Oh. Hey”, he said.
“Good morning”, I said, taking in the sight.
“I am so sorry”, he started, “I’ll be out of your hair.”
“What? No! Have some breakfast, drink a coffee with me.”
His left hand now dropped to his side as he stood before me, naked. His muscularity was breath-taking.
“Really?”
He smiled.
“Yeah!”, I replied. I got up and walked to the kitchen to make him a coffee.
“Usually after American guys fuck me, they can’t wait to kick me out after”, he said softly.
I turned around.
“We didn’t fuck, though.”
He looked at me, surprised.
“We didn’t?”
“You passed out pretty much the second you got here.”
“I…. I’m sorry”, he stammered. “I must just have had a really good dream.”
I laughed and looked at him, he was blushing and looking down as he stood next to the counter, still completely naked. I remembered this from last night, his nervousness didn’t translate to body insecurity in any way, which made sense. Eventually I offered him a robe. He hesitated, but eventually said yes.
I asked Oliver what he remembered from last night. He said he remembered everything, the falling over, and definitely the car ride. His face got completely red. He apologized for getting drunk.
“I feared you wouldn’t notice me or like me”, he admitted.
I felt unfamiliar in this position as the more confident person in a flirty back-and-forth, but it was so easy to be honest with him.
“Your nervousness is adorable”, I said. He looked up at me and smiled cautiously. “But also completely unnecessary. You are very desirable.”
He looked down again.
“I guess I just need to rebuild my confidence after getting cheated on. You’re helping”, he said right before he took another sip of coffee.
It was an amazing morning, I didn’t want it to end.
“Do you want me to drive you home”, I offered. “You know, with your jeans and all.”
He smiled.
“If you honestly don’t mind?”
“I do not. I would have offered you some jeans of mine, but I don’t think they’d fit.”
He laughed.
“My massive arse doesn’t fit most jeans. Not even that one.”
He pointed to the jeans he had worn last night that were on the sofa.
“Oh! I may have some sweatpants though.”
I got up and went to get some of my looser sweatpants out of my bedroom closet.
“You’re too kind”, Oliver said as I returned. I gave him the grey sweats. He took off his robe without any shame and tried it on. Compared to how they fit me, they were tight, but they fit very well on him.
“Thank you so much”, he told me. “If you drive me home, I’ll change immediately and give them back.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
“I’d really wanna kiss you to say thanks but I haven’t brushed me teeth in a while”, he chuckled.
I laughed. I liked how he was loosening up around me. I showed him to the bathroom, gave him one of my spare toothbrushes and again he was so thankful.
Shirtless in just the grey sweatpants, with his dick clearly flopping around, he walked back to me and gave me a slow, sensual kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks for everything”, he said.
I immediately got turned on. I was still wearing my black briefs and had to rearrange so that my excitement wasn’t noticeable.
I got up to brush my teeth next. I checked my phone while I was doing so, and noticed I had a text back from Susan. ‘OMG’, it said. ‘Keep me updated on what happens when he wakes up!’ I grinned. I opened Facebook as I continued brushing my teeth. A friend request. Oliver McManus. I had forgotten about that part of last night. I had sent myself a friend request from Oliver’s Facebook. I should probably come clean about that. Absent-mindedly, I tapped on ‘Accept’. I checked his profile and he looked incredibly hot in all his photos. I saw pics of Oliver in the gym in a black tanktop, with bulging shoulders and arms. A selfie with him and Timothy close together. Holiday photos of him in a blue speedo by a lake. A few group photos where I also saw Timothy. And then a photo of a blond woman kissing him on the cheek. That must be his ex.
I finished brushing my teeth and came out of the bathroom. Oliver was already sitting on the couch, now also with his green T-shirt, socks and shoes on, and my sweatpants. There was something sexy about the fact he was wearing an article of clothing that’s mine. He was on his phone and looked up as I walked in, still in my underwear. He smiled and asked, “Did I add you on Facebook last night? I don’t recall.”
I laughed awkwardly and told him what actually happened.
“I guess I wanted to make sure I would have a way to contact you if you woke up before me and left.”
He looked at me and bit his lip.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard”, he finally said.
We both laughed.
I quickly got dressed into a white T-shirt and black jeans and walked Oliver to my car. I drove out of the parking lot of my apartment building and turned right onto Brill Road.
“I like your car”, he said.
“Thanks! I’m really happy with it, drives like a breeze”, I said.
I took a right on Nelson Avenue, to go left onto the larger Madison Avenue.
It was another nice spring day, 74 degrees (23 Celsius), the sun shone right in my face. I put my sunglasses on that were in the area between the front seats.
At the first intersection I turned right onto East Southern Avenue. I noticed Oliver looking at me.
“You look hot in sunglasses”, he said.
I smiled and maybe even blushed a little.
“Thanks. Am I going in the right direction?”
“Yeah, pretty sure you are”, he replied. “Just go to the 65, I’ll know it from there.”
I was driving in the direction of Eastside, but I couldn’t blame Oliver for not knowing the city that well yet as he had only lived here for three months. We passed Garfield Park on our left. On this Sunday morning, it was quiet. Some kids were playing in the grass. After the tennis courts, I took a left to go around onto Shelby Street. It was a green area of town, with the trees’ leaves fully green. The only thing more common than the trees were the large family homes. I took a right onto East Raymond Street and took the I-65 in the northern direction.
“Ah, here we go”, Oliver said.
“So, you said you’re an interpreter”, he then said. “Do you like it?”
I told him about what I do from day to day, how varied it is and how I have the best co-workers. I also told him my parents are from Colombia, that I was raised bilingually, and how that worked into choosing my major and eventually my job. He seemed very interested.
The I-65 turned into the I-70.
“I am very impressed”, Oliver said. “I am slightly dyslexic and just generally prefer to work with my hands.”
“Yeah, railways, right?”
“Correct! It came about quite randomly. I just sent out some applications after I dropped out of uni back home and British Railways responded. I had great colleagues back home, I stuck with it for years. So that’s the only thing I know how to do now so I applied for a similar job here.”
“Do you enjoy it though?”
“Not always. Don’t like being on call, but it’s part of the deal, I guess. Take 87, Emerson Avenue.”
Oliver pointed at the signs above the freeway and referred to the exit.
“Did you ever think about switching jobs?”
“Not since I moved here. Just thankful to have one.”
“Nearly there”, he said. I could feel he was looking at me as he rested his head on the headrest and angled his head toward me.
“Are you excited to show me your apartment”, I asked.
He chuckled.
“It’s not as nice as yours”, he said. “Take a right here.”
I went right, onto North Emerson Avenue. Oliver instructed me to go right again at the first traffic lights. I did, going around the Exxon gas station, onto East 21st Street. On the right there was a bunch of apartments that Oliver pointed at. I parked. We got out and I watched Oliver’s ass in my grey sweatpants as he went ahead and showed me which apartment was his.
“So, Tim’s one-nighter already left in the middle of the night”, he said as he opened the front door and looked back at me. “He texted me. It’s the first floor.”
When we walked in, Timothy was busy in the kitchen.
“Hey, did you have a good night?”, was the first thing he said when Oliver entered. He gasped when he saw me.
“Jesus take the wheel!”, he exclaimed.
He dropped a spatula and walked over to me to hug me. I laughed.
“This. Is. Huge.”, he said, hugging Oliver next.
“Olly! What happened between you two?”
“Well…”, Oliver started.
“Are those your sweatpants?” Timothy interrupted his roommate and addressed me.
I nodded.
“Lord have mercy!”
I could only laugh.
Oliver excused himself to change out of my sweatpants as promised. Timothy couldn’t resist asking me questions about what happened. I sat down on their sofa and told him a short version of what happened.
“So, you like my boy?”
I could feel myself blush.
“Yeah.”
“Awesome. I got you”, he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“What do you mean?”
At exactly that moment, Oliver returned to the living room and handed me my sweats. He had changed into a blue long-sleeve T-shirt and grey slacks and a brown belt, looking fancier than last night. His arms and chest were beautifully displayed.
“Thanks so much for lending me these”, he said.
Our eyes met again. My belly felt light in the best way. I didn’t want this to end.
“Hey Olly”, Timothy piped up. “I was just talking to Ray here. He hasn’t got any plans this afternoon, should we invite him to the potluck?”
I looked at Timothy. What was he talking about? We didn’t even discuss that. I looked back at Oliver. He looked at Timothy and then back at me. He smiled wide.
“I would love that”, he said.
Oliver explained how he and Timothy host a weekly potluck brunch at their apartment on Sundays.
“It’s just food, friends and video games”, he said.
“Sounds good”, I said.
“You two help me with these veggie burgers”, Timothy piped up.
Oliver and I helped Timothy with getting some food ready. I asked who’s coming.
“So it’s Warren and Heather, Joe… Tessa and Simone, I think”, Timothy answered.
I laughed.
“I’m not sure why, but I expected just gay guys.”
Timothy laughed.
“It’s more diverse than your standard gay brunch, yes, but it’s still pretty gay”, he said.
Oliver laughed.
“Definitely diverse. Joe is a mate from work, he’s the only other white guy”, Oliver said.
“Yeah and the only straight one”, Timothy mumbled.
I laughed.
“You have to admit though Tim, he fits in well with the group. And isn’t Warren straight, technically?”
Timothy turned away to face Oliver.
“He’s trans, you know what I meant. Don’t pull that shit with me!”
Oliver laughed.
“Don’t throw the spatula! I’m already dressed!”
We were pretty much done with preparations and Timothy and I sat down. Oliver had offered to prepare some smoothies and was busy with the blender, which meant he couldn’t always hear us.
“So, what’s Oliver like as a roommate?”
“He’s great! You can tell we have fun together. Very neat. A bit of a nudist though, but got him to agree on no nudity in the living room and kitchen eventually.”
I smiled and was reminded of this morning.
“What are you smirking about?”, he pointed at me.
“I’m guessing you don’t mind the nudity, huh? Well we’re related, so it’s a different story.”
I laughed.
“I get that. You two are so different though, it’s weird you’re family.”
“Little racist, but I see where you’re coming from.”
I laughed.
“No, I’m kidding. Yeah, my Mom is British, you wouldn’t say. She had lost the accent by the time I started talking though. And is in no way conservative, like we think British people are. Neither is Olly’s family though.”
Our conversation was cut short by the doorbell.
I had so much fun that afternoon. Tessa and Simone were a lovely couple, really the only people to put Timothy in his place every now and then, which was hilarious to see. Warren and Heather were also a couple and were very interested in getting to know me and what exactly happened between me and Oliver. Joe was also fascinated, but mostly directed his questions to Oliver. Joe did seem like the odd one out with his baseball cap and typical straight guy demeanor. But Oliver was right, he fit right in. Oliver looked so hot in his slacks. He could wear whatever, his big bubble ass was a feast to watch as he walked to the kitchen. While we ate food on the sofas and chairs, we also played a game on PlayStation called Buzz!, a quiz where everyone got their own buzzer. I had never played it before, it was great fun. I did really well, but Timothy won the game. Oliver didn’t know many of the American things that the game referenced and ended 6th. We looked at each other throughout the afternoon, and at one point he just came to sit next to me and put his arm around me. Heather immediately let out an “Awww you two are so cute together”, bringing all attention on us. I smiled and looked at Oliver. He looked back at me. We shared a kiss right in front of the group of friends.
At one point I had to send a message to Susan. ‘I am having the best time. I am still at their apartment, meeting his friends.’ Quite quickly she sent back: ‘You’re on one of those dates that just lasts forever. I have a good feeling about this.’
By the end of the afternoon, people were leaving. Timothy, Tessa, and Simone were going to a bar after. Suddenly Oliver and I were left alone.
“So, do you wanna go for dinner somewhere?”, I asked.
He looked down at the dishwasher, which he was filling up, and smiled.
“Actually, no.”
He now looked up.
“I would love for us to be alone, right here.”
I smiled wide. I got a lump in my throat.
We cuddled up on the sofa and talked some more.
“I loved having you here for the potluck”, Oliver said.
“I loved being here, meeting your friends and all.”
“And you’re so smart. Clever boy. Such a turn on.”
We looked at each other. The chemistry was palpable. We kissed. A passionate kiss this time. Similar to last night, only this time we were both sober. I immediately got a hard on. Oliver’s hands went to my neck, then my chest and caressed my abs through my T-shirt.
“You’re so sexy”, he mumbled through the kiss.
“I love your body”, I mumbled back.
I grabbed his arm and squeezed his biceps. With my other hand I squeezed his pec and circled his nipple, which elicited a moan from him. We took off each other’s shirts at the same time. We stood up and maneuvered to the bedroom. Oliver dropped his slacks, showing he once again went commando. His cock was now erect. His pink cockhead was shiny and moist as popped out of his foreskin. His cock had a downwards curve to it, measuring about 7 inches. Its juicy thickness made me want to suck on it immediately.
He pulled me into his bedroom. I had just stepped out of my jeans and realized I was still wearing the same black briefs from last night. I kept them on as I pushed Oliver on the bed and started sucking his cock. He moaned and threw his head back. I looked up at him and caressed his beautiful body. I ran my hand up on down his abs and played with his nipples some more. His cock was wet and rigid in my mouth.
“Stop! Stop stop stop”, he said as he pulled my head away.
“I don’t wanna cum yet”, he said.
He sat up and took the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. My thick cock came bouncing out, hitting Oliver in the face. It was at its maximum 9 inches.
“Are you shitting me right now?”
Oliver just looked at my cock with wide eyes and put his hand around it.
“You are too perfect”, he said, seconds before putting my cock in his mouth. He almost immediately choked himself on it. He sucked my cock for a while, or at least tried to, until he suddenly said, “Please eat my arse before you fuck me” and went to sit on his hands and knees on the bed. He pulled his cheeks apart and showed me his pink, hairless hole. My cock twitched.
“Abso-fucking-lutely”, I said as I got down on my knees and ate out his ass. He tasted like heaven. His moaning was loud and beautiful. I could tell he was just loving it. I didn’t want to stop. Until Oliver basically screamed, “Please, can I have your fat cock?”
I could only oblige.
Oliver directed me to where his condoms and lube were. He went to lay on his back with his legs curled up. The look he gave me was one of desire and just general horniness. I slowly entered his hole and his eyes became wide as he gasped. We never lost eye contact as I very slowly fucked him at first, making sure I wasn’t going too deep or too fast. His moans were loud and his face turned red.
“Your cock is so massive, man!”
“Do you love it?”
“I fucking love it!”
Surely I increased my speed. Oliver’s moaning went up an octave. The feeling and sound of his butt cheeks against my hips as I fucked him was just perfect.
“Oh! Oh!”, Oliver suddenly sounded surprised. His cock was suddenly gushing cum all over his abs.
“I’m cumming! Don’t stop, man!”
It was such a hot sight, that I came almost instantly after Oliver’s orgasm was finished. I came in his ass and it was so hot, I had a few ‘aftershakes’.
“Bloody hell, that was hot”, Oliver said as he watched me cum. We were both covered in sweat. I was still inside of him as he said, “Kiss me.”
I bent forward and kissed him.
“Please stay over and cuddle”, he whispered.
I was so happy to have found this guy.
“I’d love to”, I said.
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