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My thoughts weren’t innocent either. I wondered what he was like sexually. Was he dominant? Was he passive? What was his sexual experience? And, of course, what was his naked body like under all those expensive clothes? And his cock, of course.
I wasn’t ready for love, but I was certainly willing to participate in some casual sex, and Cole seemed like the guy I’d like to experience it with. He seemed proper, though. Almost, and I hate to use this term, buttoned-up. Maybe even uptight. Was he able to have casual sex? Just two horny and single guys celebrating their physical beings? I wanted marriage. I knew that. But I was twenty-two and had needs. Who better than to consider fulfilling those needs than my hunky new neighbor?
I’d imagined coming over, surprising him, unloading all of my detailing equipment, and that he’d be thrilled by my unannounced visit. Now I was standing in his front drive alone and wondering if he’d come back out of his house. My feelings were quasi-hurt, too. Was I missing something? Had I imagined we were getting closer and that I could pull off a surprise visit? I was growing fonder of him by the day. Granted, I was being cautious not to rush or force any feelings about how I felt, and I hoped he would understand my process and allow each of us to take our time.
He’d been dumped more than two years ago. Maybe he’d had sex since then. I’d been dumped more than six months ago. I’d definitely not had sex since then. In my opinion, we’d both been single for a reasonable amount of time. Perhaps we should pursue something, but yet, I wasn’t getting a message that he really saw me that way. He spoke the words, but his actions didn’t support the verbal memorandum. Like the time we’d met at the beach when I’d joined him in his home and made dinner for us, he’d been pretty vocal about wanting more than a friendship. But ever since, not many clues as to what those words meant.
True, he had asked me to get to know him, to spend time with him. That was three weeks ago, and nothing had gone further than casual hanging out ever since. I couldn’t read him and I was confused by how he felt about me. Was I a friend? Could we be fuck buddies?
The door suddenly opened, and Cole stepped out. Thankfully, I held my jaw in place. I felt like my chin had hit the gravel before I swallowed hard. He had tight swim trunks on that barely held his bulge. They were short. Very short.
His thigh muscles stood out like his full-time job was leg squats. A narrow waist and broad shoulders framed his stunning abs and indecent swim trunks. He was flat-out ripped. I hadn’t seen him shirtless, let alone in a bathing suit clearly designed for a White Party in Palm Springs, but this man was in shape. How he’d managed to keep this level of a gym physique hidden in all his stylish clothes was a mystery.
He made his way down the stairs and toward me. I licked my lips to verify my tongue was still in my mouth. “I’ll need sunblock on my back and shoulders if we’re going to be out here in this sun,” he said, tossing me a tube of suntan cream. Surprisingly, because my eyes were glued to his body, I somehow managed to catch the lotion.
He turned around just in time for me to hide an erection. My board shorts were on the baggy side, but I still filled them out when erect. I swallowed hard at the sight of his back. He had a huge sculpted back. His spine was a carved-out valley from his neck to the crack of his ass, dividing two mounds of muscles right in front of my horny eyes.
“How much?” I mumbled, allowing my eyes to try peeking into where his spine disappeared into his trunks.
His ass was athletic, beefy, and round, fighting to break out of the swim trunks currently inches from me. I had no idea how I’d missed the finer details of this man. He’d always been well-dressed and styled to perfection, but this was something completely different. This was animalistic. How had I not noticed the beefcake under the polish?
Today his black hair was mussed, and he had a thick five o’clock shadow. He’d never looked more desirable. If this was how he woke up in the morning, set the alarm clock because I’m staying the night.
“Just the upper back and shoulders please,” he said, answering my question. “Then I’ll do you.”
I wish you’d do me. “I’m good,” I said, squirting lotion onto my hand. “A summer on the water and I’m past sunburns.”
I started at the nape of his neck and across his upper back, careful to apply plenty on the tops of his shoulders for extra protection. After that, I made my way down his spine and pushed the lotion out of the deep groove of his spine and across his broad back. I imagined holding onto this same back as he made love to me, overpowering me with his strength as I lay underneath him.
“That’s good, Chad,” he said, annoyingly waking me from my sexual frustration.
I was fully aroused by him. The reality of what was happening to me filled my brain with excitement. I was absolutely attracted to Cole. My initial question was answered. I wanted to be more than his friend. But what exactly could that be?
We barely knew one another, and I’d recently ended a relationship with someone I’d viewed as perfect for me. Was it my fault that I wasn’t perfect for Clint?
Also, was I simply horny? That would make sense by the reaction I had at seeing his sexiness on full display when he came to the door after I honked. I’d been fantasizing nonstop, but the reality was even better than the dream. Why not enjoy each other’s bodies? There’s no shame in that arrangement, is there? We were two adults and if sex was acceptable to us both, then why not partake?
Of course, one problematic reason not to partake in sex would be that I already knew I was developing an emotional connection to him as well, and for me, that usually preceded love.
He turned to face me. “Let me put some on you,” he said, grabbing the lotion from me.
“That’s okay. I’m good.”
He ignored me and grabbed my arms, turning me around, my back to him. “Why are you cold in this heat?” he asked, running his hands over my arms.
“Goosebumps,” I admitted, hugging myself tightly and tremoring. “I’m… you’re… I… well, you are…”
“I’m what?” he asked, inching forward, his pecs pressing against my back.
“You’re making me nervous,” I confessed. “I didn’t expect to have this reaction to seeing you so… so… undressed.”
Cole remained still and silent. I could hear him breathing behind me, but nothing was said. After thirty seconds of uncomfortable silence, he spoke. “Can you explain what it is you’re feeling?” he asked softly, his fingers still lingering on the backs of my arms.
I self-consciously moved my hands to my side, slowly releasing my self-hug and a long-held breath. My goosebumps only grew more prevalent. After more nervous tremors, I moved my hands behind me, searching for him, feeling for his touch.
“I felt like I wanted to experience you,” I admitted. “Overwhelmed by seeing you nearly naked, actually, and then there’s this visceral need to be held in your arms.”
“Is that all?” he asked, securing my hands.
