Dinner and Drinks Pt. 01

Please note: This story contains male-on-male piss play. If that subject matter doesn't interest you, I would advise against reading any further. This story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Thank you and enjoy.

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As I walked up the driveway toward the large, contemporary design home with its facade of glass and blocky right angles, I wondered if James had somehow managed to text me the wrong address. It seemed impossible that he could live in this house, in this neighborhood, on a server's wages. I double-checked the number next to the door before pushing the button for the doorbell and waiting apprehensively for some indication that I was in the right place.

A few months ago, James had been hired on at the restaurant where I worked as a bartender. From the moment I first laid eyes on him, there was an instant attraction; for good reason. He was incredibly handsome. One could almost say he was pretty, though he was far too masculine to be called that with his rugged three-day stubble of a beard and dark brown hair that he wore nearly but not quite long enough to brush behind his ears. But by far his most striking feature was his brilliant, piercing blue eyes. When James looked at you, it was as though he were looking into your soul. At least, that's how I felt when he looked at me.

Beyond his stunning good looks though, James had personality. He was friendly and charming, with a sharp, witty sense of humor that meshed well with my own and we quickly became good friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, but I couldn't be certain if it was strictly platonic, or something more. I had never been into a man the way I was into James, and it was a novel experience for me. Sex was one thing, but I had developed feelings for my new friend and I wasn't sure what to do with them. Hell, I didn't even know if he could reciprocate those feelings. I did know that he liked the ladies, but that didn't necessarily mean anything; I did too.

Still, there was enough of a spark between us to keep me constantly wondering. The odd touch or lingering look from James seemed to indicate an interest that ran deeper than friendship, but I couldn't decide if that was reality, or just what I wanted to see. I hoped that today would give me some answers, one way or another, so I could stop the neverending back in forth in my mind. If it turned out James was just a friend, at least I would know. I could live with that. And if it turned out that he was something more... Well, that would be a whole new situation I'd have to navigate. I had never before had any interest in having a romantic relationship with a man; I wasn't even sure what that would look like, but being around James made me want to find out.

When the door swung open to reveal my friend's smiling face, I felt a flutter as the butterflies inhabiting my stomach took flight. While I had grown accustomed to feeling this way every time I saw James, the fact that I felt it for any man at all was still strange to me. It excited me and it scared me at the same time.

"Hey, Will! Come on in!" He held the door open for me as I stepped inside.

"Hey, James."

"Did you find the place okay?"

"Yeah, buddy. GPS is a thing now." I said sardonically, waving my phone at him.

"It's just a thing people say, Will. Don't bust my balls." He chuckled.

"Honestly though, I wasn't sure I was in the right place. What the hell kind of side hustle you got going on that you can live in a place like this?"

James laughed, "I know, right? Actually, I inherited the place after my parents passed. Car accident. Drunk driver. You know the story."

"Dude, how did I not know you lost your parents?" I blurted out.

"It's not really something you just slip into a conversation, man."

"James... I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to rub a sore spot." I felt terrible that I had inadvertently brought it up.

"It's fine. I'm fine, really. It's just not a fun thing to talk about, you know?"

"I don't, but I can imagine," I answered softly.

"Let's get some beers and I'll show you around." James was quick to change the subject.

"Beer sounds good," I said lamely, cursing myself for my faux pas as I followed my friend. I hadn't even been here five minutes and already I had managed to put a damper on the day.

James' home was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside; the layout was open and minimalistic, with entire walls of glass contributing to the sense of spaciousness and flooding the interior with natural light. The decor was tasteful and sparse, and the furniture seemed as though it was selected with entertaining in mind. From the kitchen, a sliding glass door looked out into the backyard, revealing an impressive patio set complete with a sectional sofa that sat between the building and a luxurious swimming pool.

A light touch on my arm pulled my attention back to James as he handed me a beer and clinked his bottle against mine. While he showed me around the house, we quickly fell into our typical pattern of comfortable conversation and good-natured ribbing, my blunder forgotten. The tour came off the rails when we came upon a room that featured an extensive wet bar on one end, a massive television on the other, and a pool table in between.

"You wanna play a few rounds?" James gestured to the table.

"Why, you looking to get spanked again?" I teased.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." He countered with a wink and a grin.

It was comments like those that would get me wondering if they were a simple joke, or if maybe there was a little bit of subtext buried in there. Either way, I chuckled and shook my head as he pulled a pair of cues from a rack on the wall and handed one to me.

"You should be twice as embarrassed for the fact you own a pool table and I still kick your ass."

"All right, let's make it interesting then. Loser buys the next round."

James and I both glanced over at the fully stocked bar before looking back at each other and breaking out into goofy laughter.

We ended up playing four rounds, of which I won three, and drinking a few more beers. There were several times I would have sworn that I could feel James' eyes on my ass when I bent over the table to aim down my cue, particularly towards the end as the empty bottles began to stack up. At one point I even tried to encourage the behavior; lifting one knee onto the rail to stretch into a particularly hard-to-reach shot and arching my back slightly. I could see my friend's reflection in the dormant television set, but the murky black screen made for a poor mirror and I couldn't tell whether he was watching me or the ball.

When we got bored with the game, we hung up our cues, gathered our empties, and migrated to the backyard to sit poolside. Situated in the shade where a portion of the second floor jutted out over the patio, we were spared the direct heat of the blazing afternoon sun while we lounged on the black wicker sofa, exchanging witty banter.

"Man, it's hot today. Do you want to go for a swim?" James asked at a break in the conversation.

"Dude, I didn't even know you had a pool, let alone think to bring a bathing suit!"

"No problem, I've got an extra pair of trunks I can lend you. I'll be right back."

As he set his bottle down on the patio table, the sharp clink of glass on glass seemed to finalize the matter. I realized that the decision on whether or not to swim had just been made for me as I watched James head back into the house. It was such a subtle thing; he had made a simple offer, I made an argument against it, he countered my argument with a solution, and that was that. Yet it felt assertive somehow. As though maybe James had an agenda and didn't intend to take no for an answer. Or maybe I was reading too much into a friendly gesture, looking for something that wasn't there. I swilled down the last of my beer as I pondered the interaction, feeling somewhat frustrated by my uncertainty as I awaited my friend's return.

When he emerged from inside, James had already changed into a pair of swimming trunks and carried with him a couple of fresh beers in one hand and a stack of neatly folded towels in the other. As he approached, I couldn't help but note his excellent physique; James was very fit, with an athletic build and defined musculature. Not big in any sense, like some of the chiseled and sculpted guys I would see at the gym all the time, but it was clear that he took care of himself. Thick ropes of veins bulged from his dense biceps and down his powerful forearms, conveying a sense of strength and virility I hadn't noticed in him before. The dark hair on his broad chest tapered quickly into a line that ran down the center of his toned abs, interrupted by his navel, and continued down to disappear alluringly under the waistband of his bathing suit. It was the first time I had seen him shirtless and I was not disappointed.

"Bad news, Will," He said as he placed the towels on the table and passed me a beer, "I couldn't find that extra suit. Would have sworn I had one around here somewhere..."

"Well don't let me hold you back, I'm fine here with my beer and my shade," I replied with a grin, gesturing to the overhang above.

"Naw, dude, just swim naked. It's not like the neighbors can see anything." He nodded to the high privacy fence that precluded any potential line of sight into the yard.

Surprised at the suggestion, I nearly choked on a sip of beer. Was he joking? Did he really think I might strip down in his backyard and join him for a swim? Did he perhaps actually want me to? Whatever the case, he could tell I was caught off guard and he laughed at my visible discomfort.

"It's no big deal, Will," He continued, "We're both dudes here, right? Nothing I haven't seen before."

This had to be a sign, didn't it? James was too confident with the suggestion; it was comfortable and effortless for him, as though the idea were premeditated. Still recovering from the shock, and with no way to be certain, I hesitated as I weighed how I might respond.

"Oh, man, I don't know..." I chuckled awkwardly, taking another sip of my beer more as a way to stall than as a matter of thirst.

"Look, I'll ditch the trunks too. Would that make you more comfortable?"

Of course, I wanted to see him naked. It had been a recurring theme in my fantasies for weeks now, imagining what he might look like under those trunks. But then I couldn't just come out and say that. Not yet. Not without knowing for sure...

"Alright, fuck it," I laughed, "Let's do it!"

"Yeah?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, what the hell, why not?" With that, I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it over the back of the sofa.

Watching James for a reaction, I saw his eyes scan me up and down. It was quick and discrete, but sure as I had checked him out when he came back outside in his swimsuit just moments ago, it had happened. More importantly, the slight smile pulling at his lips indicated that he liked what he saw. I was in pretty good shape myself; not quite as fit and defined as him but still fairly athletic and muscular, with maybe a touch less body hair, but not by much. I had always been proud of my body, but the subtle response from my friend flattered me, bolstering my confidence. Any sense of hesitation was gone now, and I stood from my chair to unbuckle my belt and slip out of my pants and underwear.

"Well, alright!" James chuckled again as his eyes drifted over me once more, more overtly the second time around.

I followed his gaze down to my dick, hanging free in the bright sun. Size-wise, I considered myself pretty average, maybe on the high end of the scale but certainly nothing to write home about. But, I was pleased to see myself making a respectable show of it, dangling plump and low in the hot, summer air. I was doubly pleased that I kept up with my manscaping regimen as a matter of routine, despite having been in a bit of a dry spell lately. It wasn't the worst way to make a first impression.

"Hey man, a deal is a deal. What are you waiting for?" I teased him as I reached for my beer and took a long swig.

Brimming with confidence now that I was sure James' interest in me wasn't simply platonic, I was eager to see what he had going on under that bathing suit. He grinned at my comment and pulled the drawstring loose; the suit dropping low on his hips and exposing the sexy, v-shaped muscles of his lower abdominals. The mystery of what lay beneath tantalized me but for a second longer until he pushed the garment down to fall free, landing in a pile around his ankles. It was all I could do not to visibly react at the sight of his manhood as I drank him in.

James sported a nice bush; the brown hair that decorated his pubis looked fluffy and inviting, not coarse and wiry as I had seen on some guys. I generally preferred my men shaved down there, but the look worked well for him and I felt an instinctive urge to nuzzle my face into his soft muff and inhale his scent. The star of the show, however, was his big, uncut cock. Girthy and long, he hung well below his balls, his foreskin coming to a delectable pucker at the very tip of his impressive endowment.

The wide smile on his face told me that he had caught me staring, but I didn't care. We were passed that now. The day was headed exactly where I hoped it would ever since James had invited me over; nothing left to worry about now that our mutual interest was obvious. It was time to relax and enjoy whatever came next. As that comforting realization came over me, I flashed a grin at my friend and turned away, walking to the edge of the pool and leaping in. The water was cool but not cold, and I felt instantly refreshed, maybe even liberated, as I swam a few feet below the rippling surface. A moment later, muted and muffled by the water, a loud splash announced James' entry into the pool.

"Not bad, right?" He asked when I surfaced.

"Not bad at all." I smiled, adopting a lazy backstroke as I made my way to the far end.

We swam a few laps back and forth, enjoying the relief from the scorching summer heat as we floundered aimlessly in the cool water. Eventually, we met up at the wall nearest the patio table. Bracing myself with one arm over the lip of the pool while James floated in front of me, treading water with just his head above the surface, I tried to get a look at his naked form but the rippling waves obfuscated a clear view.

"Hey, man, would you mind grabbing my beer for me?" James nodded in the direction of the table.

"Yeah, no problem," I replied, wondering if the request was a ploy to get another look at me.

It didn't matter; I intended to give him a show either way. Hoisting myself out of the water, I made a point of arching my back as I lifted a knee onto the edge, moving a beat slower than normal as I gave him a full view of my ass. I could feel James' eyes on me as I retrieved the bottles and placed them on the edge before slipping back into the pool with a gentle splash. He sidled up next to me and there was a long, quiet moment as we hang onto the lip, sipping from our beers and looking out at the yard.

"I have a confession to make." James finally broke the silence.

"Uh-oh." I chuckled, putting down my bottle as I turned to face him.

"Yeah, I mean it's not a big deal or anything. I hope..." He seemed a little nervous as his bright blue eyes met mine.

"Out with it, James." I grinned assuringly, thinking that I knew where he was going.

"Dude, I had another bathing suit. I just wanted to see if I could get you naked." He smiled sheepishly.

That was not what I had expected to hear, though it had the same effect in the end. I didn't respond or react immediately; instead, I just stared back at him as I processed the information. If there had been any lingering doubt in my mind that James was attracted to me, his confession had banished it. Slowly, I drew nearer to him, watching his eyes while I closed the already short gap between us. Something flashed behind his pupils as I leaned in, meeting his lips with mine in a slow but intimate kiss.

When I felt his mouth open slightly, I took the opportunity to graze my tongue against his lower lip. And when I felt his tongue respond in kind, I gave him my best, slipping my tongue into his mouth to entwine with his, kissing him deeply as he moaned quietly into my mouth. My cock responded instantly; I felt it swell and stiffen, urging me to go further, but I denied it. A moment later I broke off and pulled away, wanting to gauge James' reaction. His eyelids remained closed for a second or two before they fluttered open and he drew in a deep breath, as though he'd been holding it for the duration of the kiss.

"Wow." He muttered, staring back at me, "Okay, I have another confession to make."

"Let me guess, viagra in the beer?" I joked.

"What?!"

I found his hand under the water and pulled it toward me, placing it on my turgid cock. He gripped me for a moment, even gave a little squeeze, but then he pulled away. The reaction confused me; it had seemed that things between us were progressing nicely but suddenly James was stepping back.

"James, what is it?" My delivery was more serious now as I tried to understand the sudden change in the atmosphere.

It was unusual to think of James as anything short of confident and assertive, and it made me uncomfortable. Had I somehow misread something? Was I coming on too strong? Doubt and uncertainty began to creep back into the fringes of my mind as I waited for him to explain whatever it was that had altered the dynamic between us.

"Will, I've never done this before." His eyes drifted away from mine as he spoke.

"You're kidding me!" I blurted out in surprise.

"No, I mean, I've been with guys before. But this..." He hesitated, drawing from some well of inner strength, "I like you Will, and that's new to me. I've never liked a guy like this before. I had this whole plan to hang out with you and see what would happen, and now that it's getting real... I'm kind of nervous."

I was elated to hear those words. To know that James felt the same way about me as I did about him filled me with joy. Understanding that any perceived hesitation on his part was not a lack of desire but rather that same sense of uncertainty and confusion that I was feeling myself only endeared him to me more. I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't mean to --or even want to-- but it was the only reaction that made sense at the time. It was a reaction of relief and happiness, but I knew that wasn't how it would be received.

"Why is that funny?" James bristled, clearly annoyed at my response.

"It's not," I smiled, "Except that I like you too. A lot. I've never felt this way about another guy before either, and I've been feeling nervous. Hell, until I saw you checking me out today I wasn't even sure if you were into me that way."

James relaxed at that, the tension melting out of him before my eyes as he considered my words. I saw an opening and moved closer to him again, placing a hand on his waist and drawing him in until I made contact. He watched me, staring into my eyes with our fronts pressed together pelvis to pelvis, the silence between us speaking volumes as we gazed at each other.

"I'm going to kiss you again," I said softly. Though it was a statement rather than a question, I waited for him to nod his permission before I made my move.

The transformation happened quickly. It was almost as though I were kissing a different man than I had been previously. This version of James was firmer and more forceful, exuding the innate confidence I had come to expect from him up until today. He began to lead the kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth hungrily to wrestle and dance with mine amid soft grunts and moans while we expressed our mutual passion. That suited me just fine. Though I could be assertive and dominant if the situation called for it, my natural inclination was to be the more submissive partner in my sexual interactions with men. I loved to be kissed, groped, and used and it thrilled me that James was rising to the challenge.