Ralph tried to not be there too early, but how early could he get there without looking suspicious? He occupied himself with breakfast–which took longer than he’d expected after three trips through the dining hall to fill his fat gut, unable to stop rubbing his hard cock as he ate himself silly and occasionally sticking his hand in his pants, feeling his damp jock, coating his hand in his precum and musk and smelling it off the palm of his hand, thinking…thinking about Eddie. Something about him, it had flipped a switch he hadn’t even known, and all night long he’d had these dreams. The most intense wet dreams he’d ever had–hell, even his roommate hadn’t been able to look him in the eye this morning, so they must have been loud–but fuck him. Or rather, fuck Eddie. Fuck, he wanted to fuck him so damn bad…or be fucked by him, or…or all of it was confusing, really. He’d never felt this way before, but it was just…just there, and he didn’t know how to turn it off or deny it. He just had to see him again. He knew there was no way a man like that, a big man like that could be interested in him, of course, but…well, the way he’d looked at him, he had a feeling that maybe, well, who really knew who was into what or why?
He finished eating at around ten, and then started walking towards Eddie’s house. It was a good distance, and the walk seemed much more difficult than it had the day before, and when he finally reached his driveway, Ralph was soaked with sweat, and he could smell his filthy jockstrap through the jeans he was wearing. Eddie grinned when he saw him coming, and waved; Ralph waved back, and then walked over to where he was sitting in his lawn chair, panting a bit. “Glad to see you made it back,” Eddie said, “You doin’ ok? I don’t need you collapsin’ at my feet again.”
“Nah, I’m…I’m good,” Ralph said, “Just a…longer walk than…I remember.”
“You need something to drink? Some water?”
Ralph nodded, and Eddie handed him a water bottle from the table next to him. Ralph drank almost the whole thing, and gave it back. His hand touched his, and something he could only call a shock raced through him, heart pumping a little faster, cock hardening, straining in his jock. He remembered from his dreams, the two of them, naked, grinding their fat sweaty bodies together in the garage, wondering if he tasted as good as Ralph had dreamed.
“You gonna take a look around?”
Ralph nodded, trying not to visibly shake, and backed away, walking into the shade of the garage and the tables, where a few older ladies were also looking at his wares. A few things on the tables caught his eye, and he picked them up as he went–occasionally, something would give off a similar spark and warmth to…to something else, something he could barely remember. Something would tell him to hold on, to cling to it, but instead he would drop it back the table like a hot coal. A half empty bottle of beard oil, an assorted collection of hair ties, a box full of thick metal rings and studs that looked like piercings; a well used pair of steel toe biker boots; a pile of red, black and yellow bandanas, all stained stiff with sweat and who knew what else; a collection of empty liquor bottles. At the back of the garage were a few racks and stands of clothes, most of it workwear in various states of disrepair and cleanliness. In fact, nothing seemed to have been washed, and the smell…it was Eddie’s smell. He leaned in close to the clothes, sniffing them, cock leaking into the front of his jeans, veins throbbing, head light, but he saw someone else shopping give him a strange look and he pulled back from it, but that throbbing, that numbing sensation was only building in him, in his chest, in his groin.
He could also sense Eddie’s eyes on him, almost constantly. At first he was worried that he made Eddie out to be a thief; but the man’s attention seemed more intense than that, like he could sense this odd energy building up inside him, but Ralph did his best to ignore him, even as his body tried to draw him closer under any pretext, his mind trying to distract himself with other objects. He felt insane, he felt like he was going to explode at any moment. He had to get free, he needed some air. The garage was too stuffy, he was too horny, and he moved down the aisles towards the garage door, where he found himself blocked by Eddie, their bellies colliding, making Ralph shiver and nearly cum in his jockstrap.
“Hey, I was thinking, and there’s something in particular I thought might interest you, Ralph,” Eddie said, and held something out to him. It was a shiny silver box–Eddie flipped it open, revealing a lighter, “I used to collect these, they’re worth a good penny to the right buyer, if you aren’t a smoker–but the way you were looking at my cigar yesterday I thought–”
“Thanks, but I need to get back to campus,” Ralph said and pushed himself past, pressing their bodies together, and he spasmed, feeling his cock release, “Got a bunch of homework, I’m not that interested…really.” He pushed past him and waddled down the driveway, head spinning. Eddie thought about following him, but decided against it. The boy had all he needed, after all, he could just wait.
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