All Parts of Him Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

All Parts of Him Ch. 01

... a microwave. Beyond the wall of the kitchenette was a small bathroom with a standing shower and a toilet wedged into the corner. It wasn't much, but it was home.

Robert sat Steven down on the edge of the bed, it was the only place to sit. He made his way to the bathroom to get a small first aid kit that was gifted to him last summer by his ever-worrisome mother. Then he returned to the room, turned on the light, and began unpacking disposable sterile cloths and a bandage. The blonde guy had a streak of blood down the side of his face coming from the small cut above his eyebrow.

"Here," Robert said, laying out the supplies, "You can clean yourself up. I have to take a shower; I'll be right out."

He took his shower, scrubbing off the stress of the day, all the while so confused about his friend and this sudden decision to hook up with a strange man. It was gross! But he could kind of see the appeal. When he thought back on what he saw through the crack in the door, he remembered how casual it looked. How transactional the encounter was. The two men were giving each other what they wanted, and it would have ended with them parting ways, had everything gone to plan. Yes, he could see the appeal...but he could never imagine himself doing that kind of thing. Robert looked down; his black cock was rising.

After the shower, he toweled off and put on a pair of boxers and some basketball shorts, no shirt, whenever he was home, he liked to relax. He left the bathroom to ...

... see that Stevey was still sitting where he last left him, he hadn't even touched the bandages and supplies.

Robert shook his head, and then knelt down in front of his friend and began cleaning the blood off of his face with gauze and sterile cloths. Then he tended to the wound, gently dabbing at the small cut with antiseptic, applying a clear cream, and then laying down a bandage. Then he packed up the first aid kit.

Steven's eyes gravitated to the silky dark-cocoa skin of his friend, passing over his developed pecs, and gliding down his smooth and mildly muscular abdomen. He admired Robert's tall and masculine features, as his friend stood and went to put the first aid kit back into the bathroom.

"Are you hungry, Stevey? I have some kick-ass burritos I can nuke," Robby walked back out to the kitchenette and surveyed the single cabinet pantry under the countertop, "and oh...I have these spicy noodle bowls, they're pretty good if you can handle the heat."

Silence.

He turned to look at Steven, his eyes were peering out the window into the densely crowded suburbs. He seemed a million miles away from here.

Robert sighed, "Look, I'm not that bothered by the gay thing. I just...want to know why you didn't give girls another shot." He sat down on the bed next to him, and when there was still no response he added again, "You could have just lied and told them you were still straight. Everything would have gone back to normal, dude, I mean people make mistakes all the ...