Finding Dayton Du'it

By: Solo Voice
(© 2017 by the author)

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...

solo_voice@tickiestories.us

Chapter 4: Curiosities And Connections.

Regardless of how Monday had played out, neither Dayton nor Lance knew that from the following day, things were going to change in ways they had not expected. For the three months prior to moving in with Lance, Dayton had lived a life of going to work, coming home and then working out. He would eat a meal, work out some more and then go to bed before beginning the routine again. He worked Monday to Saturday and so his only full, free day was Sunday. For those previous three months he had grown an aversion to Sundays. Dayton felt a need to fill each day with activity, trying to dispel a blanketing solitude while also hoping to avoid the storms of his relentless thoughts.

Lance and Dayton’s second night, their first real time together in a share situation, passed by without a problem. To the contrary, they spent the afternoon, the evening and the night in each other’s company, sitting in the living room. They discussed the movies they would watch in nights to come, the music they liked and wanted to introduce to each other and they talked generally and revealed snippets of information about each other. In a way it was superficial but in another, a deep connection began to grow immediately.

Always while they were together however, there was an obvious wall between them. The wall did not detract from how much they liked each other and it certainly did not interfere with their desire to spend time together. What it did was fill both of them with questions, questions that for their own personal reasons, neither was prepared to ask. Girlfriends or boyfriends and sex or love, these were the untouched subjects that remained in the dark.

Lance’s life had instantly begun to change because of Dayton’s presence. He had no idea it was going to happen and in a way, he was not really conscious that it actually was happening. He did not notice it at first but he was happier than he had been in a long time.

On that Tuesday afternoon, as soon as Dayton walked into the house, Lance was out of his desk chair, on his feet and walking to greet Dayton as he entered his bedroom. Lance smiled at Dayton like he was a rising sun and Dayton, feeling needed, smiled back and took Lance’s breath away. They asked each other about their respective days and then as Dayton headed for a shower, Lance went to the kitchen to make them a coffee.

Ten minutes later they were practically glued to the couch and the creation of what was to become their regular routine, began. The thing that should have been most notable to Lance was the fact he was not sitting in front of his computer. However, from that moment when Dayton arrived home, Lance’s motivation was lost. It worked both ways because Dayton wanted to sit and talk with Lance as well and so he decided to work out before he went to bed.

On Wednesday when Lance arose from bed, he knew Dayton was at work and so because he was not required to work, he decided on a full day of writing. He sat in his bedroom at the computer all day, only moving for coffee refills or to use the toilet. It was around four-thirty that afternoon when he heard the front door close. Lance remembered the previous night and he felt the extreme urge to do the same thing again. All he had to do was get out of his seat and greet Dayton. However, that morning he had admonished himself for not writing the night before and so he told himself his apathy and procrastination was not an option. For that reason, Lance had closed his door, something he never did unless he was naked.

From four o’clock Lance was on edge and his eyes were constantly flicking to the display to check the time. He knew Dayton was soon to arrive home and he wanted to see him and speak to him again. He thought it was odd that he was reacting like he was. He liked Dayton but he thought this reaction was a bit much. He then assumed it must be about how hot he thought Dayton was. He knew he loved the idea of being naked with Dayton and getting into some hot sex with him, however, no matter how horny he was or how attracted to a man he was, usually he did not feel so uncontained.

Lance dismissed his thoughts and focused on what he was writing and for twenty minutes he felt a sense of the regular but then, there came the sound of Dayton’s arrival. He felt his mind try to divert but he pulled it back, not letting his concentration break. He knew his door was closed and that Dayton had already told him the night before, he would never disturb him while he was writing unless it was an emergency.

About ten minutes later, as Lance picked up his mug for a drink, he realized he had no coffee. That being one of the most important ingredients to his writing, he stood up and headed for the kitchen. As he opened his door, he was confronted by Dayton’s opened bedroom door. Dayton was standing in his room side on to the doorway and completely naked while looking at his body in the mirror and flexing. It was the first time Lance had seen him naked and especially the first time he had seen his cock, balls and ass. Like the rest of Dayton’s body, those parts of him were smooth and hairless as well. In a split second Dayton had transformed from delicious friend to forbidden fruit and Lance stopped breathing, as a consequence of his explosive desire and instant erection.

“Hey Buddy,” Dayton said with his perfect, really happy to see Lance smile and then he turned to face him with a full frontal stance.

“Hi Dayton,” Lance replied, trying desperately not to look shocked or to look down obviously, at the thick, flaccid cock, which seemed to make his peripheral vision his primary sight.

The realization that Dayton had no qualms about being naked in front of him, hit Lance completely when Dayton walked across and stood within the frame of his bedroom doorway, leaning on his raised arm.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” were the silent words that went through Lance’s mind and he found himself wishing that Dayton would walk across the hall, take him into his arms and tell him that he was going to make love to him.

Somehow maintaining a control he had no idea he possessed, Lance asked, “How was work?”

Dayton said in reply “Good but hard and busy. I’m just glad I’m home and showered and that now I can relax. How was your day? Get any writing done?”

Lance could barely think anything other than he wished Dayton would get hard and busy with him instead, however, forcing himself he said, “Yeah, it was a good day and yeah, I’ve been writing.”

“One day you’ll have to let me read something you’ve written. I’m really interested.”

Instantly Lance thought that everything he wrote was gay content and that he did not know how Dayton would respond to it. It was the first time he truly questioned that he had not yet come out to Dayton. However, Lance asked with surprise, “Really?”

“Of course I’m interested. You’re becoming a really important person in my life. I don’t know if you’re feeling it too but there’s definitely a connection between us and I’ve never become friends with someone as quickly as I have with you. Hell, it was almost overnight.”

Guilt. It swam through Lance’s body like piranhas eating him from the inside out. In his mind, there in front of him was his delectable Dayton; naked, hot and handsome, proclaiming his friendship in a way Lance thought straight men did not normally do. At the same time, there was he, not thinking in friendly terms but rather, thinking about sucking Dayton’s cock, licking his firm nut sack and then as he kissed his sweet lips, wrapping his legs around Dayton’s hips while Dayton drove his hard cock into his body.

“I definitely feel something with you, too,” Lance replied, amused by the deceptiveness of his statement.

“Good to know it isn’t one-sided,” Dayton said.

Lance offered, “I was just going to make a coffee, would you like one?”

“Love one, Buddy. You make the best caffeine hit,” he said and glanced down.

Lance immediately assumed why Dayton had looked down. He could not bring himself to look down as well because even though he was not one hundred percent certain it would be noticeable, he feared his erection might have caused a huge bulge in his shorts. He waited to be confronted by a straight man’s horror-filled eyes but Dayton’s eyes returned to Lance’s without a change in expression. Feeling a need to escape the awkward situation in spite of wanting to stay in front of a naked Dayton, Lance smiled, held up and shook his coffee mug and then swiftly made a break for the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen he looked down immediately and he knew that a grapefruit could not have created the bulge in his shorts, the size that his twisted erection had. “Jesus,” he said quietly and continued on to make the coffees, adjusting his erection as he walked.

When Lance returned to the bedroom with the coffee, Dayton had donned his gym shorts, commando as usual. With the rest of his muscular and stunning body unclothed, he turned to Lance and thanked him before he asked, “So are you still writing or are we heading to the couch for another night like last night? It’s okay if you’ve got work to do because I can work out.”

Lance smiled and without the slightest hint of hesitation he said, “The couch” but as he turned and headed out the door, he looked across into his room where a sentence was unfinished and the cursor was blinking like it was saying, “What the fuck?” Lance closed his eyes to ignore his computer and then turned and headed down the hallway toward the living room.

***

The next afternoon when his call was answered, Lance said, “Vic?”

Victor replied, “You called my number, who else would it be, Lance?”

“Vic, it wasn’t so much a question of whether it was you, it was more about me feeling uncertain how you would respond after the way I treated you three days ago,” he explained.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling guilty for treating me so badly,” Victor joked before becoming serious and saying, “Lance, you’re my only real friend and you should know I’d forgive you for anything. Well, almost anything.”

“Thanks, Vic.”

Instantly Victor said, “So?”

Lance asked, “So what?”

“So how big is his cock?”

“You’re incorrigible, Vic.”

“Well Lance, for five years I’ve been imagining your cock because it was the last one I saw up close and personal. Now, after those five years, the picture in my head is looking rather old and unworthy for my fantasies and so I want to imagine a new one to replace your syphilitic appendage,” he exaggerated.

“Holy shit, Vic. You are one sick man. It’s beyond me why I even bother keeping you in my life? I don’t think we should be worrying about your agoraphobia or depression. We should have a séance so we could invoke the likes of Sigmund Freud. Someone who might be able to delve into that sexual sewer you call a mind.”

“Pot and kettle and black,” Victor replied.

“Vic, Lance Cooper is the epitome of angelic. Michael, Gabriel and all the rest of the archangels would bow and kiss my feet if they knew me.”

“You just referred to yourself in the third person, Lance. It proves you’re lying and a filthy slut,” Victor said.

“Our father, who art in San Diego, hallowed be my name,” Lance said with a holier than thou tone of voice.

“Oh, give me a break and get to the business of the real reason for this call. We both know you’re desperate to talk to me about Dayton,” Victor said.

“You’re so irritating,” Lance replied.

“Stop commenting and start talking,” Victor responded.

“Well, since you’re twisting my arm. Vic, I saw him naked yesterday. He looks relatively hung for someone flaccid but it’s thick, Vic, really nice and thick. He’s circumcised and I want him to tickle my tonsils with it.”

Victor asked, “From which end?”

“Both, Vic. First with a journey across my tongue and then from the depths of my love canal.”

“You sick fucker. Tell me more,” Victor said.

“His body, Jesus, where do I start?”

Victor asked, “If he was a naked meal on the dinner table, where would you want to start?”

“I’d want to swallow him whole,” Lance replied.

“Settle down, Lance. There are a million hot guys and you’re talking about this one like he was breathed directly from the breath of God.”

“He was,” Lance said.

“Fuck, Lance, how long has it been since you got laid?”

“Just over a month ago,” Lance replied.

“Have you been jerking off to keep the sexual tension to a minimum in between drinks, so to speak.”

“Yeah, of course, Vic. I’ve always jerked off a lot and I haven’t been sexually tense. I told you, I don’t know what it is about this guy but he drives me nuts.”

Victor asked, “Any clues as to whether he might be gay and so deep in the closet an archaeologist couldn’t find him?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’m about one hundred percent sure he’s straight, Vic.”

“How did you manage to see him naked?”

“I came out of my room unexpectedly and he’d just come out of the shower. He hadn’t closed his bedroom door and he was still naked and was looking at himself in the mirror. He’s always working out and exercising and he was flexing. Vic, he used to be a jock and so I think he still has the locker room mentality and so he’s not worried about being naked in front of another guy.”

Victor asked, “Haven’t you told him you’re gay?”

“I forgot, Vic.”

“You forgot? Lance, how could you possibly forget something so innately pertinent to who you are?”

“I don’t mean I forgot I was gay, I mean I forgot to tell him because all I could think about was how he was making me feel and how much I needed two people to share the house. Also, well, every time I looked into his eyes I forgot what I was thinking.”

“Lance, you’re a lost cause. Anyway, getting back to the point, I guess it sort of makes sense. Straight man with a jock mentality, meets one hundred percent, straight acting gay guy whose deepest desire is a straight acting straight guy that wants to fall in love with a gay guy. God, it’s right out of a gay comedy. He’s oblivious to your sexual inclination and you’re oblivious to the fact that you’re hoping to find a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow,” Victor explained.

“Vic, I know I can’t have him but it doesn’t mean that I don’t want him.”

“Lance, I think you need to firstly tell him you’re gay and then you need to go out, pick up and get seriously, seriously, seriously laid.”

“Vic, it’s okay. It’s just a bit of a fantasy until I meet someone. Until then, Dayton is great material to think about every night in bed.”

“Lance, you do know you’re deluding yourself, right?”

“What?”

“Oh Jesus. Lance, you’re heading for a train wreck,” Victor said.

“Lance laughed and said, “Vic, I’m fine and everything is fine.”

“Oh God, you give him eyes and yet he cannot see,” Victor said.

“What are you talking about, Vic?”

Victor asked, “This is the first time, isn’t it?"

Lance replied, “The first time for what?”

Victor clarified, “The first time you’ve actually begun to fall for a man?”

“Vic, I’m not falling for him, I just want him to ask me to kiss him, lick him and suck him before he makes deep, passionate love to me,” Lance said.

“Are you listening to yourself? You want him to make deep, passionate love to you? Shouldn’t you be saying you want him to fuck you inside out or vice versa? Lance, it’s obvious you’re falling for him or you’ve already fallen for him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Vic.”

“Jesus,” Victor said in disbelief.

“Vic?”

“Yeah?”

“I can hear him unlocking the front door. I forgot it was Thursday and he told me he often comes home early on Thursdays. I’ve got to go. I’ll call you soon, okay?”

“Take care,” Victor said, shaking his head knowingly.

“Bye,” Lance said and ended the call.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Dayton was showered, the coffees were made and once again he and Lance were slouched on the couch and they were talking, laughing and arguing about which CD they should play in the background while they talked.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/19/17