Finding Dayton Du'it

By: Solo Voice
(© 2017 by the author)

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Chapter 3: Perceptions In Print.

The following day when Lance awoke, he remembered that he had heard Dayton moving about the house at five-thirty in the morning. He heard him in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast, he heard him go to the shower and then he heard him leave for work and all before six o’clock.

Lance had fallen asleep almost immediately following the front door closing. Routine was not a huge part of his existence and working shift work at the restaurant allowed him to maintain that requirement. He only worked the job four days a week, sometimes more or sometimes less depending on when they needed him. The rest of his time was his own.

It was nine o’clock when he opened his eyes for the second time and as he lay there, shockingly thinking about Dayton again, he considered what happened when he returned to his room the night before. He had walked in and turned on his computer to try and do some writing, which he usually did for much of every day and night. He had stared at the page blindly and blankly for nearly ten minutes, before he finally accepted that his mind had no intentions of dismissing Dayton, no matter how much he tried.

Lance was not one for journalizing his life. He had never thought about it, never wanted to do it but suddenly he was opening a new, blank document. Instantly he was typing away at warp speed and all of the text was in regard to Dayton. Remembering this, Lance jumped from his bed and hit the start button on his computer. He had to read what he had written.

Turning around, he walked naked to the bathroom to take a piss and clean his teeth. Normally he showered at the same time but he dismissed the thought with procrastination and walked to the kitchen to make his required mug of coffee. Being somewhat the caffeine junkie and also because it was morning, coffee was not so much voluntary as it was compulsory.

Walking from the hallway into the living room and turning toward the kitchen, Lance ground to a halt upon seeing the curtains pulled all the way back, which was revealing his nakedness to the outside world. He did not really care too much but he was glad there was no one on the beach to see him and so he continued on to the kitchen. He still found himself checking his privacy before exiting the kitchen with his coffee and so he realized that a change of habits was in order, now that someone else was living in the house. It had been a fun two weeks living alone in this wonderful house but now it seemed that was over.

Returning to his bedroom, Lance realized it was almost twenty-four hours since he had met Dayton and also, how obsessed with him he had already become. He was not usually someone prone to obsessions but he knew that from the moment Dayton had walked up and stood in front of him at the gate, he had barely stopped thinking about him and the way he made him feel. Though Lance could not remember exactly everything he had written, what he did remember was thinking as he wrote it, how obsessively and excessively detailed it had been. He sat down at his desk, opened the file and began to read. The first two words he had written following the date, he remembered had been typed with a feeling of absolute reverence.

Monday, May 6.

“Dayton Du’it. Damn that man is delicious. Other people would probably think he was a good-looking, young man but not particularly spectacular. To be honest, I think that if I had seen him walking down the street on the other side of the road, I probably would have felt the same. I don’t know what it was about him or even why it happened but as he stood in front of me, I felt something I’ve never felt before. It was a tangible energy that shot through my body. It was very strange. There’s something about his appearance and his eyes that are so masculine, it made me feel very afraid of him and yet I wanted him instantly.

Maybe it’s the combination of the good looks, the dark eyes and an unusual yet subtle, foreign appearance to his face. When I look at him, though my eyes go to his eyes which hold me, at some point I find my gaze wandering over his face, looking at his skin, his nose, his jaw and those lips. Fuck, I want to kiss those lips.

Within the silent analyzing thoughts that the human brain is capable of while thinking, speaking or in action, I did wonder if it was like when I saw the face of a handsome and sexy criminal or thug. Like when I know their bad and unsavory and probably dangerous to my existence and yet even so, all I can think about is being naked with them, having them sexually dominate me and then experiencing raunchy and sweaty, hot sex. It was that sort of feeling that influenced the temporary decision that I should show him the house and the room but not let him move in. So much for what I thought at the time might be intuition.

I don’t think he’s the bad boy type at all. Still, with those dark eyes and that complexion, damn, he drives me nuts. I’ve always had a penchant for Mediterranean men but they’re usually deeply tanned. Dayton’s body is creamy; it is perfect fair skin and so smooth. Tonight I saw him wearing nothing but shorts and I wanted to lick him. His body is incredible and I just know with time it’s going to get even better. I haven’t seen him for thirty minutes but I can still see him like he was standing in front of me right now. I can’t remember ever feeling so desperate for a man.

I suppose most gay guys at one point or another experienced that feeling. It’s just that I never have. I don’t know, maybe it’s a form of simple lust? Maybe it’s infatuation but I’ve never been infatuated so I don’t know. Maybe it was the beginning of love at first sight, if you believe in that sort of thing. I certainly never have. For that matter I’ve never even been in love so I can only imagine what that feels like. In my mind at the time, I looked at him, I wanted him, I got hard for him and then I offered him a place in my life. I really didn’t think or even question what I was doing. It was why I got so angry when Victor pointed it out to me on the phone this afternoon. I guess I really was the epitome of a man being led by his cock. However, to me, Dayton’s face and particularly his body, drip with maleness. It’s what I love.

As for his body, damn it, I’m getting wood just from the thought. No doubt it was a combination of things like his genetic disposition, the natural shape of his body and also the years of excelling in all of the different sports he took part in, however, he is the epitome of action expressed in physicality and he is extraordinarily fit and strong, with a slim, taut, athletic and muscular build. His torso, his arms and his legs are all long but every inch of him looks hard and powerful. Imagining being wrapped in that flawless, fair skin and seeing it all sweaty and reddish pink just added to the whole superb picture.

Dayton’s neck is a short, muscular pipe that joins with broad and very thick shoulders. It is from his shoulders to the beginning of his waist that is the thickest part of his body. From there down he is long and slim and tight and strong, until his compact hips meet with an athletes thighs.

I was especially turned on when I saw that Dayton was smooth all over. Well, I don’t know about beneath his shorts but apart from the top of his head and around his eyes, I didn’t see a single hair on any part of his body. He looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom. His armpits, his arms and legs and his chest and belly, all of him was hairless. Even his face was clean-shaven but because of his black hair, a subtle shadow therefore darkened around his mouth and down to his jaw and also part of his throat.

Holy shit, I can see his face in my head again. Why is he so handsome to me? It’s driving me wild in my thoughts, not to mention my shorts. His eyes are the darkest blue I have ever seen and they are so dark that sometimes it’s hard to tell if they actually are blue. They’re also bedroom eyes and his velvet gaze appears to beg to be loved or wanted. Where I’m concerned, those eyes say both of those things to me and of course, I want to and would.

His nose is slim and small with perfectly circular nostrils. He also has small, unobtrusive ears. Even his mouth is small by average standards, however, those deep red lips, combine all of the words expected in a romantic and erotic story. Words like sensual, sumptuous or sexy or any of a number of other adjectives but for me, when I think of those lips and once again I can see them in my mind right now, they scream kiss me and I’ll be damned if I don’t admit that I want to.

Fuck! I’m beginning to sound like I’m in love with this guy or certainly proving my obsession is ridiculously unconstrained. I definitely need to get a handle on this.”

It was at the end of reading the final sentence that Lance pushed his body backwards and away from the desk. His back slapped into the chair and his feet pushed against the carpet until his chair rolled backwards as well. He swiveled around and stood up.

“He’s straight, you moron,” he yelled.

He walked over to the mirrors on the built-in wardrobe and looked at himself. He stared at the hair that had been white-blonde as a boy but with every passing year had darkened, until it seemed it had no specific color at all. He referred to it as ash blonde but he knew he only said that because he needed to categorize it in some way. He did not think it was unattractive but he still wished that it were a standard color.

He looked at his face. He knew that in recent times when he looked at his reflection, he had begun to think he was getting better looking but even that knowledge did not stop him from thinking that he was not attractive enough for Dayton.

“Are you insane? What did you just say? Dayton is straight and so you don’t have a hope. You were right. You’re a moron. Accept him as a friend, get on with your life and stop wasting your time.”

His phone rang, breaking his thoughts about Dayton and upon seeing it displayed the name Dimity, Lance smiled and picked it up to answer it.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/19/17