Notes

Big Brother Bromance

As soon as I saw him, my heart started to race so fast. My palms got warm, and my fingers throbbed. My semi-hard dick was quickly growing. It tinged with an insanely lustful pulse. He does that to me every single time. When I see him, I’m instantly succumbed to a nervous-anxiety of needing to keep my cool, and stay looking good. Could today be my lucky day? I broke from my fantasy realizing I was starting to blush. I quickly broke my entranced stare from his gorgeous chestnut eyes- restoring a little stance to my posture. Was I staring too long? Shit. I darted my eyes back down, and continued wiping the table I was bussing.

He just looked so damn good while he was working. I couldn’t help it. Time after time I’d convinced myself I never had a chance. Beautiful men like that just aren’t into guys like me. Besides being my co-worker, he was definitely older than I was. I wasn’t sure how old, but I knew he was already done with high school. He was probably a year or two into college now, and way more sophisticated than I was. Until my graduation in a couple of months, to most people I was still just little Alex, that “kid.” I couldn’t get anyone to take me seriously until I finally landed myself this job, and the opportunity to start showing everyone what I was made of. Fortunately for me, although bussing and serving in a pizza joint was not the most glamorous gig, this job did indeed come with it’s own array of enticing benefits… Like Josh, an undoubtedly jaw-dropping co-worker I just couldn’t keep my fantasizing eyes off of. Every chance I got to delicately undress every detail of his chiseled, tanned body in my mind, only made me wonder about him that much more. His perfectly shaped lips, athletic-toned body, and tanned skin made me melt. His almond, brown hair poked out slightly under the brim of his cap, veiling his gorgeous chestnut eyes in a sort of mystique that always prevented me from being able to tell if he ever really noticed me staring or not. He was truly a beautiful sight to behold, despite the lack of justice our shitty uniforms did him.

I sighed deeply. I just couldn’t help but hope to myself- and pray. I wanted him so bad. Each time he just “happened” to look my way- always “accidentally” catching my eyes staring. Each time he darted those sexy brown eyes into mine, occasionally breaking our gaze with that, oh-so-charming smile that I absolutely couldn’t resist. He made me feel so weak sometimes. It was pathetic. He had to know it.

I snatched my bussing bin off the now-shimmering surface of the table, and headed to the back of the kitchen to ditch my supplies. I needed a break. I was still slightly embarrassed, and I needed to cool my jets a little before I sprung a full hard-on in the middle of the dining room. I swiftly grabbed my backpack off a hook by the back door to the kitchen, casually slinging it over my shoulder. I shouted out, “I’m stepping out for just a few minutes!” A head nod from my manager told me I was good to go. “Hey Josh! You go too! Break. Now!,” he shouted out. My head snapped back to look. What!? He was going oh his break too!? My heart instantly started racing again. I looked over at him, peering through a small kitchen window in the door. He acknowledged the instructions he was given, came to a stopping point, and started heading my way. He usually always took his breaks out back. I darted out the back door of the kitchen, pressing my back against the heavy door as it closed behind me. My face was flushed. I could feel it turning red as my nerves shuddered. “Be cool,” I told myself. It’s not like you’ve never spoken to him before… geez.

The thought of finally having him alone in front of me, turned me on like never before. My mind instantly began a wild series of fantasies indulging the idea of seducing him, and having him fuck me against the wall of the back of the building, as sunset befell us. My insanely vivid imagination was abruptly de-railed. The back door to the kitchen swung open, and he stepped outside to join me.

“Mind if I have a smoke?,” he casually asked me. The heavy door sunk back into the building behind him. “No, not at all.” I managed to choke out a confident, smooth sentence. He swiftly pulled a lighter from his tight back pocket, sliding it gracefully up his smooth round ass with a single finger. The tight black denim of his uniform pants shaped the form of his toned butt perfectly. As he pulled it from his pocket to light up his smoke, his hand “just happened” catch the corner of his shirt- lifting it just enough to reveal the lower level of his mouth-watering, defined abs- as he raised his arms. I felt my dick starting to pulse again. An outrageously lustful rush of adrenaline surged throughout my body- making the tips of my fingers tingle a little. I bit my lower lip looking up under his shirt from where I sat on the ground by his feet. I didn’t think this moment could get any better… and then it did- so much better.

I looked up at his face too see if he’d noticed my extended glance, and my face turned as red as it had ever been. He winked right at me!- with those sexy, “oh so charming” chestnut eyes. Puffing on his cigarette, he asked “So…? Did you like what you saw?”

My eyes shot down to the floor at my feet. I was ice cold and nervous. I couldn’t speak. Did he really just ask me that? I wanted to never wake up from the dream I was convincing myself this was. I was struggling to find the words to say something to him… Anything. He put his cigarette out, and seated himself down next to me. “Hey… I asked you a question.” he reiterated- reaching over, and gently forcing me to look back up at him with a pair of fingers under my chin. I could feel the redness pooled in my cheeks. He chuckled, “I definitely make you blush… Ha! The color looks good on you.” He moved his hand down, across my lap and onto my inner leg. He caressed the inside of my thigh, running his hand right into my now raging hard boner. “Damn!” he whispered into my neck, behind my ear. “I’m super impressed.” He whispered, stroking me once through my pants. I sucked in a huge breath and held it. I definitely couldn’t move, even if i’d wanted to… and believe me, I didn’t want to. He chuckled again, and flashed his breathtaking smile, asking, “Well… We are going pick this up after work. Right? We both get off in an hour, and I live right up the street. You’ll walk me home right?,” he suggested- with that dashing wink again. I managed to nod, seemingly fine- although inside, I was a raging sex fiend waiting to finally get my chance to pounce on him. “Cool.” He casually finished up, and stood to walk back inside, “Calm yourself down a little, and get back in there. Okay? I’ll see you in just a little bit.” He smiled an excitedly taunting half-smirk and walked back inside. I was fully sprung, blazing with confusion, and utterly mind-blown. I could not believe it! The next hour of my life definitely did not go by fast enough.

After what felt like an eternal 60 minutes, I darted to the back, and headed for the time clock as fast as I could. Josh was already there waiting on me with his back pressed up against the wall. He pointed to the clock. “Right on time,” He said, “You ready?” I punched out, and turned to him, much more collected than I’d been just an hour before, “Yeah. Let’s go.” I grabbed my bag- slinging it over my shoulder, and ushered for him to lead the way for me. He raised a single eyebrow at me, acknowledging my gesture with a wink, and an infatuating beckoning tilt of his head- signaling me to follow. We we’re on our way to his place.