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Date Night 1
by Emile, 2010
Usual caveats apply.
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Penn was right, Trent's date was gorgeous. Not just a muscle himbo, but a blonde chiselled rugged Abercrombie type. He had turned up in a loose 80's tank and satin shorts, gym bag slung over his shoulder, and introduced himself as Nico, or "Nick" to his friends. Despite the winning smile and firm handshake, that made his tanned pumped skin flex erotically, Trent could see it made him a little uncomfortable offering that intimacy up. But this was a special date, he'd been told. "So, Nicky" Trent responded, "How about we grab some Thai up on Brent Street? The studmuscle paused, his deep voice rumbling. "Uh, I thought you might wanna go someplace private...". Trent shook his head, and the guy reluctantly smiled, tension rippling over his body, as he acquiesced. As they walked up, Trent placed his hand on Nico's shoulder, massaging the scapula, tracing the lines of the tattoo. It was more of an arm sleeve really, starting under his right armpit, long overlapping feather shaped slabs of black ink fanned out like plumage, spreading over his back to cover the shoulderblade, arching up over his shoulder and cascading down his right pec. The design also flared out in the other direction, wrapping around his shoulder and bicep, the long black fingers reaching down his forearms, stopping at the wrists.
It was impressively large and bold, but Trent knew it wasn't just a pretty decoration, and casually asked Nico what the tattoo was for. He squirmed a little under Trent's grip, stammering as he talked. Penn had told him to be as honest and detailed as possible. "Well, uh, the design is Penn's actually..." he began. Trent smiled, egging him on. "Each uh stalk is a guy I've slept with..." Trent played dumb. "What do you mean, sport?" he urged, still squeezing his well inked arm. "Uh, well like I got to remember the length and girth of every guy who, you know, uh, fucks me. Or, um, like get the guy to line it up ... like after he's done and it's still all thick and stuff ... and trace around it in marker or something... And, well, then Penn gets me to add a stalk the same length and girth to my tattoo..." He trailed off, embarrassed by the admission, clearly uncomfortable about how much he'd been dicked. Trent was loving it, and traced down his exposed arm, where some of the longer quills ran half the length of his arm. "Wow, you've really been dicked by some monster prongs, haven't you." He felt the soft blonde wisps of hair stand up on Nico's arm, but the kid didn't respond. "So, where's this masterpiece end?" Nico looked at him, his grey blue eyes glassy and confused. "Uh, do you mean now or like, where will it..." Trent just smiled. "Well, uh, my arms all covered and I guess they reach like *here* on my chest", pointing to the deep crease below his heavy pecs. Penn had clearly kept him busy, Trent thought, those monsters would be the same ones starting on his shoulderblade.
"Jeez I bet you get covered in all sorts of drippy shit when they hang over their junk and trace around it..." Trent needled. "Um, well, I get pretty sweaty so, uh, sometimes it takes a few gos". "You mean fucks?" "Um, yeah. Oh but don't worry" he said, eyes staring hard at the ground now "Penn says if I don't get it the first time, those ones are free. Plus we got all night..." Trent tousled his hair. "Actually, all day too, Penn said I could take a full 24 hours. I have some plans that might make you a little sweatier than usual". Nico looked up at Trent, his placid eyes wide now. "Oh. I, um, okay, um, I just need to make a call..." Trent smiled, slipping his arm around Nico's waist. "Oh, don't worry mate, I know you're straight, you can say girlfriend. But I'm sure she can figure it out, no need to bother her. Now, we're almost there, hope you have your party face on!" They were almost there now, and the sidewalk was more crowded now, mostly gay boys out to party, so conversation would be difficult. He could see Nico getting skittish already. "So, I guess that question will need to wait then" Trent said cryptically "Although I imagine with Penn, that thing could easily end up snaking down your leg..." Nico shuddered.
Of course Brent Street was packed with gay guys, many checking out his dazzling blonde date with open lust. Nico was uncomfortable, especially when Trent picked a small table near the front, where their knees had to interlock to fit in. He buried his head in the menu, trying to look inconspicuous. Trent looked down through the glass table, trying to work out if Nico was wearing any jocks. He nudged his thighs apart, the dickbulge now dangling, pushing up the fabric with the curve of his cock. "Nick" he said sweetly "would you slide your shorts up a little, so I can see if you're wearing jocks. He winced reflexively, quickly checking his embarassment with a smile. "No, no, I'm not" he answered. Just like Trent had ordered. "Sure, but I'd like to see that for myself". Nico was ashen. He was facing towards the window, so it wasn't just Trent and the neighbouring tables that might see, but anyone passing by. He reached down, subtly tugging at the silky material, bringing the shorts up an inch or so. Trent could make out the dark shadow of his cockhead just behind the hem, already glistening a little. "Maybe just a little bit more" Trent coaxed. He shifted slightly, unable to close his legs with Trents own in the way, before casually wiping his hand on his shorts, forcing them up another inch or so. Trent glimpsed the cockhead before the satin slipped back down to its former position. Trent smiled, caressing Nico's hand. "Nice" he said. "But I really want to see it while we're eating. Tell you what, why don't you just tug that leg up to your waist, just for me..."
The cute asian waiter couldn't stop staring through the table top as he took their order. Nick's junk was on plain display - the whole curve of his dong jutting out and dangling down, his smooth ballbag all plumped up against the chair, like a packed lunch laid out on the cloth, the root barely covered by the bunched satin dragged up to his thigh. And packed he was, his cock was 8 or 9 inches soft, and thick, a real prize find. Nick tried to hide it with his elbows on the table and menu spread out in his hands, but it was still visible, and when the waiter took away his menu, the fuckbulge was obvious. Some of the other diners had noticed too. Nico whispered "Can I cover it up now". Trent shook his head. "Don't worry, they'll just think your shorts got caught when you sat down. Pretend like you don't realise. He fidgeted as the food came. He was so flustered by the cock show, he hadn't listened at all to Trent's ordering for the both of them. Now as the food arrived, he tensed again. "Uh, I can't eat spicy food, it really makes me sweat and I get cramps..." he mumbled. "I know." Trent replied. "But sure you can" Trent replied, ladling out the curry. "it's this or water, and 24 hours is a long time..."
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