Finding Dayton Du'it
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Solo Voice
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Chapter 2: And Then There Were Two.
After finishing his shift at the restaurant, Lance went shopping for some printer cartridges and also a ream of paper. Soon after, he was turning into his street and when he saw Dayton’s car parked at the curb in front of the house, he felt a sense of relief. There had been a moment as he was driving home when the possible consequences of what he had done occurred to him. He imagined he would arrive home to an empty shell with nothing in it. He pulled into the driveway and pressed a button on the remote to open the garage.
Walking through the door from the garage, he stopped and listened but apart from some music everything was quiet. He walked into his bedroom and closed the door. He put his purchases on the desk beside his computer and then stripped almost naked before donning the shorts and t-shirt he had worn that morning. He walked back out of his room and stood in the hallway, listening as he focused on the bedroom directly opposite.
He called while looking at the door, “Dayton, you here?”
“In the kitchen,” came the immediate reply.
Lance began to walk, wondering why Dayton’s bedroom door was closed. As he reached the living room, he immediately saw the fifty-inch, flat screen television filling the hole in his wall unit. There was also a DVD player and they were both already hooked up to his system. Everything was turned on and the television was showing a documentary about birds but the sound coming from the speakers was music playing from a CD. It was an artist he did not know but it was a man’s voice and it was a beautiful, richly toned voice. The song was a ballad and sounded like an intense excursion into lost love. Lance turned around and walked into the kitchen.
“Hi Dayton,” he said as he leaned on the doorframe and stared at him from behind. He instantly noticed Dayton was now wearing old faded Levis and a baggy t-shirt.
Dayton turned around and looked at Lance with his usual, awesome smile before he replied, “Hey Lance. How was work?”
“Same shit, different day. You know how it is, Dayton. So how’d you go, get it all done?”
“Yeah. I’m all moved in but my bedroom looks like there was an explosion and so that’s next on the agenda. Just wanted a coffee before I got started. I’m not as good at making coffee as you are but would you like one?”
“I’d love one, Dayton. Thanks. I see you had something to fill the gap.”
“Actually, the television and DVD player are new. I bought them this afternoon. I was going to put them in my bedroom but with that amazing system you’ve got, it seemed such a waste and so I turned my stuff and your stuff into lovers. They go well together, hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all. It’s what I expected share accommodation would actually be like. You know, someone’s couch, someone’s table, etcetera.”
Dayton asked, “So you’ve never lived in a share accommodation situation until this house?”
“No, not really and after what happened, I was beginning to wonder if I’d made the right choice but you’re returning my faith in human nature,” Lance said.
“I have a purpose in life after all,” Dayton replied with a chuckle.
“I’m sure there’s a lot more to you then meets the eye, Dayton.”
“Lance, you found me out. My true identity is Clark Kent, aka Superman,” he said while laughing and then he turned around and crossed the room, handing Lance his coffee.
“Thanks.”
“Thank you, Lance. Thank you.”
“Mutual benefit,” Lance said.
“I know but I already feel like I’m free and like a new life has begun for me and that’s because you chose me to move in.”
“Glad I could help.”
“You have. Anyway, I need to get back to the dump behind the door and turn it into something that resembles a man’s bedroom,” Dayton said.
Lance nodded as Dayton smiled at him. He followed and stopped, watching Dayton walking down the hall while staring at the curve of his ass clothed in faded blue denim. He was also disappointed Dayton was not going to sit down with him, so they could get to know each other a little better. Specifically, Lance was wondering about the remark Dayton had made about feeling free. He was curious as to what had been imprisoning him.
“Exactly who is it you are trying to fool? At the moment you don’t give a damn who he is, other than what he looks like naked and how good he would be in bed,” Lance thought.
Even though there was a huge degree of truth in his thought, Lance knew it was also deceptive. Sure he liked the unlikely idea of bedding Dayton but there was also this strange feeling, an unusual feeling that he wanted to get to know the man. It was unsettling and was the reason why in that moment, he thought he needed to enforce a detached distance. He was suddenly aware of a need inside, to talk to the man, to spend time with the man and to learn everything about the man that there was to know. It made little sense to him, considering they had only met that day.
Turning around, Lance walked over and sat on the couch to learn the new remote control and television. It was simple enough but he was really just wasting time. He would normally have already been sitting at his computer writing but because he was thinking about having sex with the man behind the closed door in the hallway, he was therefore sitting there by choice, hoping that Dayton would come back out again soon.
The whole situation was really very odd to Lance. He had known he was gay when he was just a boy. As a teenager, he experienced lots of sex but by the time he was nineteen he knew what he wanted. He had seen and experienced the gay scene and he knew that way of life was not what he was about. All he wanted was a home, a career and a partner while living a simple, unobtrusive life. The man, the partner and love had never happened. Now, five years later he met guys occasionally in random circumstances. He had sex when the opportunity presented itself but that was all. The one thing he did not do was allow himself to get carried away when he met some good-looking guy.
Generally, Lance was passionate about writing and spent much of his time doing exactly that. He was not published and was so hard on himself about what was good enough; he had actually deleted entire works from his computer without a soul reading them. His attitude was that if what he wrote was not good enough for him, then it certainly was not good enough for anyone else.
Now he had found a home that seemed like a home and not just a house. He may have been stressed out of his mind that things would not work out, however, he was happy for the first time in a very long time. All he had been thinking about was getting two people to share the house and expenses. Outside of that, nothing else had mattered.
Suddenly, there was a stranger in front of him. Initially, the guy had appeared to be just a guy and for a moment, okay looking. Seconds later, almost as if someone had reached inside of him and flicked some unknown switch, the stranger became exotic, erotic and a prince of some magic kingdom. Then he spoke and something vibrated inside of Lance. It shook him so deeply it put him off balance inside. He was filled with desire and fear, he told himself the guy could not move in and then he started drowning in those eyes.
Lance thought that the word ‘odd’ did not even cut it. He believed with every cell of his being that Dayton was straight. He looked straight, he acted straight and he sounded straight. There had been no hidden or secret looks, no suggestive remarks and no revealing behaviors. The only thing there had been was his own desire and then his irrational decision, to let Dayton move in and to give him a set of keys. Lance knew that nothing about this was normal for him but still a completely unknown stranger, had somehow made him do things he would never do and act in a way he would never act. Regardless, Lance dismissed all of these thoughts and continued to sit and wait in hope.
***
It was five o’clock when Lance’s mobile rang. He reduced the volume coming from the speakers and picked up his phone from the coffee table.
“Hey, Virgin Mary,” he answered.
“I wish you’d cut that shit, Lance,” Victor Mason, Lance’s oldest friend said.
“You know I’m just ribbing you,” Lance said.
“I know you think it’s funny and clever because it’s the same initials but it’s not ribbing when it comes so close to being true,” Victor replied.
Following the realization that what Victor had said was true; Lance said while reaching for the first words that came to mind, “Okay, I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. So how’s life in Seattle?”
“Life’s the same as it always is for me and you know it. I could accept it from anyone else but from you, Lance, it’s a stupid question. It hasn’t been the same since you left and I’m still going out of my mind.”
“Vic, I left Seattle five years ago. I know we’re friends and I miss you too but Buddy, you really need to get out and about. You’re twenty-five and your life is passing you by,” he said, immediately realizing he had just stepped in the shit again.
“Lance, I suffer with agoraphobia and depression and you know it. You know none of the medications have worked, so stop being so flippant when you know I’m stuck between walls. I’m not going anywhere and I can’t, so do me the courtesy of showing me the understanding you usually do.”
“Vic, you’re right. It was a stupid question followed by a stupid remark and I know it. I do know the situation you’re in and I do understand but still it’s so frustrating. Sometimes I feel helpless when it comes to you. After all this time you’d think it would get easier for me but sometimes I still don’t know what to say to you. You know I’m your friend and I always will be and you know how difficult it was for me to leave you there, knowing you were going to be fundamentally alone. Even after five years I still feel guilty but you know I had to leave.”
The honesty and sincerity was enough for Victor. He could hear the strain in Lance’s words and after so long, Victor understood how difficult his situation could be for people to relate to and to deal with. Even so, he knew this situation was the perfect opportunity to give Lance a hard time.
“Yeah I do but Lance, you really shouldn’t feel guilty. I mean just because you’re the most selfish man alive and you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself and just because you left your best friend to rot while you went off for a better life and sex on the beach; Lance, you really shouldn’t feel guilty.”
“You asshole,” Lance said, as Victor snorted with mischievous laughter.
“So how’s life in San Diego this week?”
“Actually Vic, something has changed since last week.”
Victor asked, “Like what?”
“A guy rang me yesterday afternoon and asked if he could come and have a look at the house. He showed up this morning and he’s already moved in. I just need one more person and I’ll be able to stay in the house.”
Victor asked as if confronted by subterfuge, “What’s going on?”
Lance asked, “What do you mean?”
“Lance, I know you, I know your every nuance and every tone of your voice. I can hear it. You, my friend, are up to something.”
“You’re wrong, Vic.”
“No, I’m not, now spill the beans,” Victor said.
“Damn you’re a pain in the ass, Victor.”
“You just called me Victor. Lance, you only refer to me as Victor when you’re angry with me or when you don’t want to admit something to me. Now come on, dish the dirt.”
Lance sighed with resignation and said, “He’s gorgeous, Vic. At least he is to me. You should see him.”
“Details Lance, give me something new to bate over tonight.”
“Ew, Vic, you’re disgusting.”
“I’ve got a television, a computer and I’m imprisoned, of course I’m disgusting, you moron. Does he have a big cock?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen it yet,” Lance replied.
“Yet? See! I can read you like a book, Lance. Describe him to me.”
Lance was grinning broadly as he shook his head. He knew that Victor’s life was largely vicarious and so porn and his imagination were what fed the gay man that lived inside of him. Victor was so withdrawn from people that he was too scared to even call a male prostitute so he could get his rocks off. Life had really done a number on him.
“Alright Vic, you sicko. I’ll feed your perversions.”
“Well it’s about time you started acting like the friend you always claim to be. The last time you fed me anything, you had your cock in my mouth and that was the night before you left Seattle.”
“Give the dog a bone,” Lance said and snickered.
“Fuck you, Lance. Now a detailed description, if you please.”
“No jacking off while I’m telling you about him because I don’t want to listen to your heavy breathing,” Lance said.
“Spoil sport. Get on with it,” Victor replied.
“Well Vic, to me, when I looked at him, he was magnificent. Of course physical attractions are a personal thing and as they say, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ but there was something about him from the moment I saw him. Vic, I’ve never reacted to any man the way I have to him.”
Victor asked, “How old is he?”
“I don’t know yet but I’m guessing he’s around my age,” Lance replied.
“Is he gay?”
“I don’t know but I really don’t think so,” Lance said.
Victor asked, “What does he do?”
“I don’t know that either,” Lance answered.
“Well where does he work?”
“I don’t know,” Lance replied.
It was during the deluge of questions, as well as his inability to answer any of them, that Lance’s choice and action regarding Dayton that morning became truly tangible. His temperature began to rise and it was accompanied by anger and self-admonishment, which only served to make Lance angrier. Victor however, had a couple more remarks to make, which would push Lance over the edge.
Victor said firmly, “So you’re telling me that you let a strange man move into a house with you, based on the fact that what, you were hot for him?”
Irritated, Lance said, “Will you shut up?”
“I’m right again, aren’t I? The guy turned you on, probably gave you a hard-on and you let him move in hoping that sex would be a consequence. Lance, that’s so unlike you,” Victor said.
“I’m going to hang up,” Lance said, his tone frustrated.
“Don’t be a brat, Lance. I’ll shut up but has he paid you any money yet.”
“You know you’re impossibly irritating, Victor, don’t you?”
The line was silent but Victor had not hung up. He sat there, unbeknownst to Lance, with a huge grin on his face. Lance stayed silent too but he was actually very angry with Victor. He swallowed it down and eventually he sighed, gave up the unwinnable competition of silence and started talking again.
“Here’s what I know so far and it isn’t much. His name is Dayton Du’it. I’m guessing he has some French in him somewhere because that surname is spelled with an apostrophe between the Du and the it.”
“Lance, an apostrophe doesn’t make a name French.”
Victor’s simple correction was all Lance needed to crack. Lance felt his face turning red and instantly he felt anger surge throughout his body. With a firm and angry voice he said, “Okay, well I don’t know. Jesus, I wish I were there so I could stick a gag in your mouth.”
“Testy,” Victor said and the anger in Lance speared up and out of control.
“Look, Victor, I admit it. I want to be a slut for this exquisite man. I don’t know anything about him and yes I let my cock make my decision and now I have a housemate who might murder me in my sleep. You know what? I don’t give a fuck but I’ll tell you what. I’ll find out everything just for you and then I’ll call you sometime in the next couple of days and give you all the details, including cock size, if I can, just so you can bust a nut in bed that night. After all, that’s all that matters to you, right? Is that acceptable?”
So surprised by the sudden angry outburst that he did not know what else to say, Victor said, “Lance?”
“I have to go. I’ll call you soon,” Lance said and disconnected the call without even saying goodbye.
The moment he threw his phone onto the coffee table he knew what had happened and why he had reacted the way he did. He was angry because Victor knew that his actions had been completely unreasoned, which was completely unlike him. He had no right to take it out on Victor but he was pissed off that Victor had known and now he was pissed off with himself. It had sunk in that his actions may have set him up for another fall. He did not believe Dayton would let him down but still he knew his ignorant actions were the height of stupidity, particularly after what had already happened to him. The phone beeped to let him know he had a text message. He picked it up and pressed the appropriate button to display it.
“I was an ass for being so smug. I’m sorry. Don’t be angry with me and please call me soon. Vic.”
“Fuck,” Lance said, feeling a torrential storm of guilt but instantly he replied; “Vic, I love you, Buddy, I’m angry with me, not you but yes you’re an ass and yes I’ll call you in a couple of days. Lance.”
***
Lance did not move from the couch after the phone call with Victor. He thought about his foolish choices and actions but soon enough thoughts of Dayton’s strange allure interfered until he was thinking of nothing else. He could not get Dayton’s face out of his mind and it seemed no thought could curtail the obsession with the man who was really just a stranger.
By the time seven o’clock came around, Lance realized he was getting hungry. Dayton had been in his bedroom unpacking and setting up his room for the entire time while Lance had been waiting in the living room. Creating an excuse for his actions, Lance told himself that he could be helpful to Dayton by making things easier for him on his first night. He called and ordered two large pizzas for delivery. When they arrived, Lance placed them on the coffee table side by side and then went and knocked on Dayton’s bedroom door.
“Come in,” Dayton called out, sounding like he was struggling.
Lance opened the door, thinking that perhaps Dayton was trying to move a heavy piece of furniture. Instead, he saw a perfectly neat and tidy room already set up. For the most part Dayton had set his room up in an identical fashion to his. Not a desk but a computer table sat in front of the window and a double bed sat against the wall directly opposite. The bed was made, though already folded down and really looked quite good with light blue sheets and a black comforter to set off the blue. There was a small bedside chest of drawers on either side of the headboard, one containing a digital alarm clock and a lamp and on the other, a framed photograph that Lance could not make out from the doorway. The only thing Lance could not see was Dayton.
Taking a few steps in, he looked behind the door that was blocking the one part of the room he could not see. Instantly he saw a bench with free weights and Dayton lying on his back and lifting a huge weight above his head. He was wearing nothing but little gym shorts and his whole body was creamy white but with the physical effort being endured, his skin was flushed red and his muscles were bulging to bursting.
Lance stared, allowing his gaze to move from the handsome face, down to the large and beautiful chest with identical, deep red, lip-colored nipples. His eyes then moved down to a flat and hard stomach. Swallowing hard, Lance noticed the thick shape running along Dayton’s groin. Lance did not know how long he had been staring or if it had been too long or even noticeable but then he heard the clank of metal, as the barbell was returned to its perch. He looked up to see Dayton smiling at him.
Dayton asked, “What’s up?”
“Um, nothing. It’s just that I thought because this was your first night, I um, I ordered two large pizzas, and I thought you, um…”
“Shit Buddy, that’s so damned cool. Seriously man, that was really decent of you to think of me and to do that. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing, Dayton. Consider it a welcome to the house from me.”
“Cool,” Dayton said and he stood up facing Lance directly.
Lance could not help himself and he looked at Dayton’s body. The moment he stood up, rivers of salty sweat coursed down his already sweat-soaked torso, over his chest and down into the seam of his shorts. Lance looked at those shorts and the head of Dayton’s cock was pushed against the material so firmly, he could see that Dayton was circumcised. The urge for Lance to drop to his knees on the spot was overwhelming.
Dayton said, “Let’s eat” and began to walk while either unconscious of Lance’s blatant man lust or completely aware of it but ignoring it.
“Sure,” Lance said, though at that moment he was thinking about eating something else.
As Dayton walked past him to leave the room, Lance inhaled deeply through his nose, to smell Dayton’s sweaty aroma. Lance was now hard again.
They sat in the living room stuffing their faces with pizza until both fell back against the couch. They were holding their stomachs like starved children who had secretly discovered a table of cake and eaten it all. Dayton’s eyes were closed and every now and then he would release a groan of gluttony. Feeling safe as a consequence of Dayton’s closed eyes, Lance once again could not help himself and he had to let his eyes gorge on the rippling, sweaty and steaming hot body, in almost the exact manner in which both men had consumed the pizza.
Despite how much Lance had looked at Dayton fully clothed during that day, as he stared at him there and then, he took in every curve, ripple, muscle and shape. When Lance finally looked up, Dayton was looking at him. Though Lance momentarily assumed he had been busted, Dayton’s eyes hypnotized him and he forgot what he was thinking again. Dayton’s eyes somehow made Lance lose his reasoning.
Dayton asked, “So how long have you been a writer?”
“I’m not. Well, I mean, I want to be a writer but I haven’t written anything publishable.”
“Keep working hard, Lance. You will if you put enough effort into it. We always succeed if we put in the effort. At least that was what my father told me,” Dayton replied, however, the comment was followed by an unusual look of disdain.
Lance stared at him while smiling stupidly, his reasoning mind seizing up, as he wondered how much effort it would require to get Dayton to let him suck his cock before making Dayton fuck him.
Dayton asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Um, so what do you do?”
“I was wondering when you’d ask that, along with a host of other questions. To be honest, I thought you would’ve asked about that before you let me move into the house but whatever. Unlike you, Lance, I didn’t know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, well not as early as you obviously did, so I decided to just work for money until I got some idea. I work in construction. There are reasons why I chose to do that but eventually, I chose to continue doing it because first it pays well and second, I thought the hard work would help me stay in really good shape. It’s important to me that I look good and stay really fit.”
“It’s certainly working, your body is phenomenal,” Lance blurted out.
Dayton looked up with surprise but his expression turned to uncertainty. His eyes seemed dismissive, as if whatever he thought must be wrong. He turned and glanced around the room but the silence between them seemed too long. He turned back to Lance, thanked him for the pizza and told him he should get back to his workout, which he had probably wasted by stuffing his body like he had not eaten in weeks. He stood up and stretched and once again his cock pushed forward into the material of his shorts.
Lance’s eyes moved to the bulge like iron filings to a magnet. A moment later he knew Dayton was about to leave him again and he did not want him to go.
Lance asked while hoping he would stay and talk, “How old are you, Dayton?”
“I’m twenty-four,” Dayton replied.
“So am I.”
“I had a feeling we were about the same age,” Dayton said.
“You’ve got an unusual look, where are you from?”
Dayton realized Lance wanted him to stay and talk. He wondered if Lance was lonely and so with that dazzling smile again, he sat back down at the other end of the couch and turned so they were facing each other.
Dayton asked, “What are you thinking? Are you thinking that maybe I’m from a European background or something like that?”
“I wasn’t sure but when I look at your eyes and your complexion and also that seriously black hair of yours; I have to say that yeah, European did cross my mind.”
“I’m American, Lance.”
“I don’t doubt that. I mean your name and your voice scream American but still there is something there that suggests your bloodline is exotic. When you told me on the phone your surname and told me it was spelt with an apostrophe and then when I saw you get out of your car today, I was thinking French background. When you walked up to me and I looked at your face, I was thinking Greek, Italian or maybe even Maltese. You know, somewhere on the Mediterranean. I don’t know; I guess it has something to do with those handsome and strong masculine features. There is a look to your dark eyes that says you come from a culture and heritage that lay elsewhere.”
Dayton was staring at Lance with a forced, blank expression. Lance had spoken clearly and Dayton had understood exactly what he had said but the words handsome and strong masculine features had stuck out to him. He had not taken the remark as a compliment or even as that coming from a possibly gay man; he had only perceived it as a show of attention.
Dayton felt a sense of pride. He liked it when people paid attention to him and wanted to know about him. It had been something that had been severely lacking in his life. His parents had always been too busy and too concerned with other things and they had always made him feel like he was nothing more than a trial. They had never shown him love or any sort of emotional attention and it seemed to him that they thought he did not deserve the slightest bit of interest. When they did show him any concern, it was always negative. Either he was not intelligent enough or ambitious enough or he was wasting too much time. Even though he excelled in every sport at school, they felt it was wasted time that he should have been putting into his studies.
Even his so-called friends at school, only seemed to care or pay him attention because he became a popular jock and they got social credence and acceptance by being at his side. He had never been confident and so he was not the standard, social, jock. There had only ever been one person that he believed really gave a shit about who he was. He felt his heart break a little and he pushed the thought away.
Dayton smiled. Not only was Lance showing him attention but also he was really looking at him and thinking about him. He knew Lance was curious about him and wanted to know who he was and where he came from. Lance did not seem to care if he was a scholar or a fool; from the moment he had met Lance, he had felt friendliness and now he felt like Lance wanted him to be there without selfish motives.
“Well, Lance, you’re right. My mother’s family line goes back to Greece; Crete to be exact, so I guess that’s what you can see in me. I guess the blood follows us wherever we go and whoever we are. You’re also right about the French branch of my lineage because that’s where my father’s family originated.”
Lance asked, “How long has your family been in the United States?”
“Early nineteen hundreds,” Dayton replied.
“So have you always been a resident of California?”
“No. I’ve only been living here for three months. I’m actually from Oregon,” Dayton said.
Lance asked while sounding very interested, “No shit? Where abouts?”
“Portland.”
Lance queried, “So what brought you here?”
“People. Mainly my parents but people as a whole and I just needed to get away from everything and everyone,” Dayton replied while leaving out the most important reason.
“Join the club,” Lance said and gave a subtle laugh.
Dayton questioned, “You too?”
“Yeah. You see I always wanted to be a writer but my parent’s thought that path was beneath me, not to mention beneath what they expected of me. Even after I left school I never heard the end of it. When was I going to settle down and get some direction? When was I going to focus on a career that would put money in the bank and prepare me for a life of security? When was I going to get married and have a family? Eventually I got so sick of it that I packed up and moved out. I moved in with a friend but because I was still in the city, my parents were still too close and kept up the pressure. A year later I finally confronted them. I told them exactly who I was, what I wanted from my life and that whether they liked it or not, there was nothing they could do to change me. It was a huge blowout of a confrontation and so I decided to move away and that was how I ended up here in San Diego,” Lance explained, leaving out the details that the confrontation with his parents was much more about his sexuality.
Dayton asked while feeling like they had something in common, even though their circumstances had obviously been extremely different, “When was that?”
“Five years ago,” Lance answered.
Dayton asked, “Where did you come from?”
“Seattle, Washington.”
“We were sort of next-door neighbors,” Dayton said.
“Yeah and now we are again but at much closer quarters,” Lance said and Dayton agreed with a laugh.
“Lance, today when I met you, you said you’d been here for two weeks. Where were you living between moving from Seattle to moving into this house?”
“Altadena. Problem was they kept increasing the rent until I couldn’t afford it. It was the reason I thought sharing was my best option and why I decided to move.”
“I understand,” Dayton said.
“Dayton, you said you were a jock. What sport did you play?”
“Any or all. I love sport and I love being active and using my body.”
Lance looked at Dayton’s body again and he thought he would love to use it as well but as he looked back into Dayton’s eyes, he became aware of how much he liked this man in front of him. He felt so comfortable with him and when they talked, it was so damned easy and free. It was like they had known each other all of their lives. In that moment, Lance realized it was the first time he had thought about Dayton in a way that was not sexual or even gay.
Lance asked, “Did you have a favorite sport?”
“Hard to say. I’m not being arrogant but I was good at everything I played. I was the quarterback on the school football team and I loved that. I was on the wrestling team and was one of the best on the squad. I played tennis and won the state championship at seventeen. Really, I was good at them all. Athletics, swimming or any sport that involved really working my body and fed my desire for competition, hooked me instantly.”
“Well that explains why you look as good as you do. All of that and now the weights I just watched you lifting in your bedroom.”
Dayton noticed yet another unexpected remark that he looked really good. He had received comments from women in the bedroom, which always made him feel good and more confident but coming from someone he barely knew, even though he thought it a little curious that it was coming from another man, he really liked the way Lance made him feel about himself.
“Thanks,” he replied simply.
“The truth doesn’t require any thanks, Dayton.”
“No but a sincere compliment does,” Dayton replied.
“Well then, you’re welcome,” Lance said.
“What about you? Did you play sport?”
“Only when I was forced by the school. These days I’m even less physically inclined,” Lance replied.
Dayton asked, “Don’t you like sport?”
“It’s not that. I guess I’m just not really the active type of man that you are. I spend most of my free time in front of the computer trying to write. Maybe I’m more of the thinking man, although these days with the way every man and his dog seems to be working out and staying fit, it kind of makes me feel like a rebel who knows better. I mean I know I should exercise but it seems like I’m only interested in exercising my mind. Well, not only my mind but you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do. Actually what you’re saying strikes a chord with something I began to think when I was at school. You know, as much as I love physical pursuits like sport, I always thought it was wrong the way adults force kids that aren’t that way inclined, to participate. I mean I get the health and fitness attitude that they’re trying to impart but it seems to me, sort of like making children eat food they don’t like at dinnertime. It seems to me that if you’re born into this world, you’re expected to be a stereotypical robot. I say if you shine in scholastics then nurture that aspect. If you shine in physical activities then nurture those. Let people be who they are and for fucks sake, if your child doesn’t like turnip and the taste makes him want to hurl, then why the fuck would you want to force your kid to eat it? I mean what is wrong with people. Can you imagine trying to force an adult to eat food he or she didn’t like. It pisses me off and I’d love to force-feed every parent that ever did it, to eat something they despised,” Dayton said with extreme attitude.
Lance was pissing himself with laughter. He agreed with everything Dayton had said but it was the sarcasm mixed with fury over the vegetable issue that had him almost on the floor. Dayton started laughing as well, the moment he realized how over-the-top he had been.
“Sorry,” Dayton said.
“Don’t be, I think you’re absolutely right,” Lance replied.
“Yeah but my reaction was a bit much,” Dayton responded.
“Not at all. Wait until I get on my soapbox. You’re going to want to put me in a padded cell,” Lance said.
Dayton chuckled and said, “Thanks for the warning. Where’s the padded cell so I know where to drag you to when the time comes?”
“Just bust me in the jaw and knock me unconscious,” Lance said and laughed.
“Somehow I don’t think I could ever want to hurt you, Lance. You’re too likeable and agreeable and I enjoy talking to you.”
“Thanks and right back at you, Dayton. You said earlier that you had a feeling like we could be friends and I have to admit I’m thinking the same thing but I have to warn you of something.”
Dayton’s expression became serious and he asked, “What’s that?”
“My sense of humor can be sarcastic, condescending and derived from personal knowledge, so if I call you a thick-headed, dumb jock with the brains of a football, don’t be offended.”
Dayton questioned with the enforced tone of a brainless ignoramus “Huh?”
“Quick! I think you and I are going to have some fun together,” Lance said.
“And you just know I’ll carry you when you collapse exhausted from walking from your computer to the kitchen for coffee,” Dayton said and snorted with laughter.
“Ouch. Now I know we’re going to get on well.”
“You know, Lance, I haven’t spoken to anyone like this for what seems like such a long time. It’s really nice to feel this comfortable and to be open with someone.”
“I know what you mean and here’s hoping we can begin to trust each other even more and be able to tell each other everything,” Lance replied, his thoughts pointed, his words simple.
“I’d like that,” Dayton said.
“As would I,” Lance confirmed.
“Well, on such a positive note, I think I’ll return to this dumb jocks bar bell so that the next time you categorize me or put me down, I’ll be strong enough to snap you in half,” Dayton said and stood up smirking.
“Don’t pull a muscle, especially if it’s in your skull. There can’t be too many up there after all.”
Dayton swung around but he smiled and shook his head and then headed towards his bedroom and said, “You’ll keep.”
“And I don’t even need to be refrigerated,” Lance called out and he heard Dayton laughing as he went into his room and closed the door.
It was only moments later Lance went to his room and positioned himself in front of his computer. He would not see Dayton again until the next day. It was also the first night that Lance masturbated and blew a huge load on behalf of Dayton, via the mental picture of Dayton naked and pushing weights while Lance was between his legs with his cock in his mouth.
To be continued...
Posted: 05/12/17