Chance Encounter

While we mad small talk about the gym, our work outs, it started pouring again. I fumbled with my umbrella.

“Oh shit,” said Chance. Apparently, he had forgotten his umbrella. “I’m so sick of this fucking rain.”

“Which way you going?” I asked.

“Down Noe,” said Chance.

It was out of the way, but I figured it was my only chance.

“I’ll walk you home,” I said.

“It’s not out of your way?” he asked.

“No, not at all.”

I opened up my umbrella and we headed down Noe Street.

“How long have you been working out?” he asked.

“A few years off and on. It was mostly off for quite a while but I’ve gotten back into it.”

“It shows,” he said.

I smiled, wondering if he had really noticed the changes in my body. I certainly couldn’t help but notice his body. He was a fucking hunk. It would take years of working out to even look half as good as he did.

As we chatted some more, I found myself getting aroused when I thought about his earlier display under the shower at the gym. Chance and I continued walking up Noe Street. He smiled back at me. Neither one of us mentioned what had happened back in the locker room. The rain poured down around us.

“You know Rick, you always look so serious at the gym. I never see you talking to anybody. You’re always listening to your walkman.”

“Well, I really don’t know anybody there,” I said. “I really don’t fit in with the crowd from the gym.”

“Give me a break,” said Chance.

I shrugged my shoulders. “All right.”

“You have a boyfriend?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “How about you?”

“Single, too. My place is this way.”

Chance and I splashed our way through puddles the rest of the way to his apartment. He lived in a small flat off Noe Street, not far from the park. I thought I was hearing things when he invited me in to get out of the rain. I was dumbfounded. What was going on? I was no fool, though. I took him up on his offer.

“You want to get out of those wet jeans?” asked Chance, as we hung our wet jackets on a coat rack in the front foyer. My pants were soaked through all the way through from the knees down.

“I’ve got a dryer in the laundry room in back. They’ll be dry in no time and you might be a little more comfortable.”

“That sounds like a good idea but…”

“But what?”

I blushed. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Chance laughed. “Rick, I’ve seen you in the locker room. What about your gym shorts?”

“Those things are pretty rank. I was on the stairmaster for about twenty minutes.”

“Come on,” he said. “You can borrow a pair of mine.”

Chance led me into his bedroom. I had dreamt that it would have happened under different circumstances a million times before. I did, however, appreciate his friendly gesture.

“Here, these should fit. Now give me those jeans.”

I unbuttoned my 501’s and kicked off my damp sneakers. I found myself getting embarrassed. I wasn’t sure why. I had paraded around bare-assed in the locker room hundreds of times while Chance was there and in his line of work, I was sure he was used to hanging out with nude guys.

I yanked down my jeans and stepped out of them. My cock was half hard and getting fuller by the moment. Chance handed me the shorts. I quickly pulled them up, trying to cover my hardening cock. Chance smirked. He seemed to enjoy toying with me.

“I’ll throw these in the dryer and maybe we can send out for something to eat. You like Chinese?”

I nodded my head and we walked back out into the other room.

“Sit down. I’ll be right back.”

I made myself comfortable on the sofa. Chance returned a few minutes later, toweling himself dry. He smiled and tossed the damp towel at me, then sat down next to me.

I smiled back at Chance, but I soon felt my bashfulness kick in full force. I fell quiet. Chance did all the talking. I was totally intimidated by the handsome man sitting next to me.

“You sure don’t talk much. Do you?”

“I can be a little shy at times.” I felt myself started to get embarrassed further. My face flushed. I hoped I wasn’t turning bright red.

“There’s no need to be shy,” said Chance. He placed his hand on my knee.

My heart pounded and my throat went dry. I tried to clear my throat.

“I can’t help it. I’ve been like this since I was a little kid. I was always picked on because I was smaller than everybody else.”

“You’re not a little kid anymore.” Chance’s hand was still on my knee. In fact, he was slowly moving it up my thigh. The tips of his fingers played with the hem of the shorts he had lent me. I was afraid to look down. The sensation of his hand against my leg had gotten me aroused. My cock was stiff as a pipe.

“You don’t have to be shy with me. I saw the way you were looking at me at the gym. I know you want me, Rick. You know, I want you, too.”

Chance inched his hand up inside the shorts. His fingers caressed my balls. I got completely rattled. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had watched this same scene a million times in his videos. Chance and some other guy talking. That was when I turned the sound down on the TV. I was sure I didn’t sound any more intelligent than half the guys in his videos. Usually I would fast forward though this part of the video–Chance and his co-star chatting on the couch and then making their way to the bedroom. I wanted to see the good stuff on video, but in real life I didn’t want the preliminaries to end. I couldn’t believe it was happening. There was no pause button on a remote to press to freeze the moment.

Chance walked behind the sofa and put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re so tense.” He began to slowly massage my neck and shoulders.

“That feels good.” I groaned. My cock inched out of the shorts. Chance noticed what his hand work was doing to me.

“You may not say much, but this tells me you want me as much as I want you.” Chance reached down and squeezed my aching prick. “Let’s get more comfortable.” Chance reached for my hand and led me back into his bedroom.

Chance kneeled down on the edge of his bed. I kneeled down next to him. He leaned forward and his lips met mine. His moist and full lips tenderly pressed against mine. I pressed back, slowly opening my mouth. Chance inched his tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him.

Chance placed his hands on my shoulders and motioned me to lie back. As I moved backward, Chance pressed forward, until he was lying on top of me. His crotch pressed against mine. His dick was hard. He slowly began to grind his crotch against mine. I began to groan with every movement of his body against mine.

He continued to probe my mouth with his talented tongue. Then he began to lick down my neck, alternately licking and gently biting. I thrashed about underneath him. Chance sat up and smiled at me. I laid there, staring into his blue eyes. He pulled his T shirt up over his head, exposing his broad gym-toned chest. I watched as it expanded and contracted with his every breath.

He reached down and pulled at my T-shirt. I raised my arms so he could remove it. Chance pulled upward and it was off. Chance tossed them both in a ball on the floor then leaned back down next to me. His flesh felt warm against mine.