Ass Boys

 

Wanting Ass

Francis had ridden his bike to work earlier in the day. The sun shined and the breeze whipped around him as he rode. At the end of his shift at the café, he pulled his bike out and hopped on. He heard rumbling in the sky and could smell, metallic electricity. It’s going to storm, he thought. Francis pulled his mobile out and checked the time. Fuck, the bus has stopped running. Rain began to lightly fall and giant crack of thunder made him jump. He locked his bike up and ran under the entranceway to a closed shop. He flicked through the contacts on the phone and found Aaron’s number.

 

     “Hi Aaron, it’s me.”

 

     “Hello F.”

 

     “Can I stay the night?”

 

     “Sure… Let me just run it past Blake,” Aaron said before covering the mic on his phone, “Yeah, that’s fine. When should we expect you?”

 

     “I’m a few blocks. Not long,” Francis said.

    

     “See you soon!”

 

     “Thanks.”

 

     Francis pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and jogged through the wet. The claps of thunder behind him sped his stride. He arrived at Aaron’s building and rang the bell. A buzz followed and the door unlocked. As he took the lift up, he tried to recall all he could about Aaron’s boyfriend, Blake. He remembered him being cute but couldn’t recall what he did or where he was from. I’m such a bad listener. I hope Aaron won’t be disappointed. Aaron and Francis had been friends for years. Their parents were friends and in turn, their children were too. The boys spent summers together in Scotland into their teens. They experimented together when they were young, but realized they made better friends than lovers. Francis made it to the door the same moment Blake did. He felt embarrassed and subpar to Aaron’s boyfriend. He stood, bedraggled in a sweatshirt and sagging jeans. Blake wore a suit and tie and seemed much more put together.

    

     “Come in!” Blake said and gestured so with his hand.

 

     Francis entered the apartment. They had remodeled. They had updated the space with contemporary fixtures and expensive looking furniture. The walls were a neutral gray and the accent panels white. So, Blake must be hugely successful or well-off, I really should have paid more attention, Francis thought.

 

     “Thanks for having me. I was somewhat stranded,” Francis admitted.

 

     “No problem. Aaron’s making up the guest room. He’ll be right out. I’ll grab you a towel.”

 

     Francis watched Blake’s ass as it flexed in his tailored suit pants. The fabric wrestled with itself to keep his tip-top ass covered. Francis shivered a bit as he waited for the towel. He pried his wet shoes off and placed them outside the front door of the apartment. Blake returned with perfectly white towels and a large, thick robe.

 

     “If you want, you can go down the hall. The first door on the right is the W.C.”

 

     “Thanks,” Francis said, he noticed the shadow of stubble on Blake’s jaw.

 

     In the bathroom, he had to forcefully pull the wet clothing off of himself. Even his briefs were drenched in rain. He looked into the mirror and dried his hair. His green eyes contrasted against his milky skin. His thin body could be described as a swimmer’s build or of a person who runs long-distance. His limbs were long and lean and the muscles in his legs were prominent due to his biking commute. He dried the short hair under his arms and moved the towel over his stomach and down to his pubes. He dried the close-cropped tuft of hair and caught himself thinking of Blake’s ass. He dried the underside of his cock, a bit more than necessary, but enjoyed the sensation. The robe warmed his cool body and he tied the belt tight around. He looked back into the mirror and tried to style his curling locks. Aaron’s voice rang down the hall outside the bathroom. Francis couldn’t wait to see his mate and followed it.

 

     “Aaron!”

 

     “F. Look at you!” Aaron said.

    

     “Thank you so much! I know I can always count on you in a pickle.”

 

     “No problem. We’re happy to have you,” Aaron said with a warm hug and friendly kiss.

 

     “Come sit down. I’ll pour us something to warm you up,” Blake insisted.

 

     Aaron and Francis caught up on the sofa. Blake poured two fingers of scotch for each of them and juggled the glasses with a crystal bottle. He sat the glasses down on the marble cocktail table in front of them and placed the bottle with the remaining scotch opposite.