My 21st Birthday - Sex Stories

My 21st Birthday

... woke up at 2;00pm, head pounding, ears ringing, have to love the hangover, sadly I woke up alone, I checked my phone, no new messages, I had slightly hoped for a text from Michael, but dismissed the idea that he would actually want to see me again. The following day, I’m recovered from my hangover and decide to hit the gym, I usually go at night, but today I went in the morning just to get it out of the way. Running on the treadmill, my usual 3 miles because thats about how much stamina I can withstand, I look up to weights and there he is. Fuck I’m pouring sweat, look like shit, can’t even imagine what I smell like, then he notices me. He gives a friendly wave with a bit of a smile, I return the favor. God he looks so good in that tank, he wasn’t ripped by any means, but enough to get me to look over at him. I could see his shoulder tattoo, a really cool design, I couldn’t even begin to describe it, It wasn’t your douche bag tribal ink. He walked over, I didn’t know whether to hug him or shake his hand, but when he was there he leaned down and gave me a brief hug, and apologized for being sweaty and sticky. Oh hell, I didn’t mind at all. We made small talk over his tattoo, he got it when he was 18, got it in memory of his best friend that passed away from a terminal illness. Seriously, Tall, Facial Hair, Tattooed, Smelt Good and he’s emotional and caring. Fucking do me right here on the gym floor, drop the gym shorts man I swear to god. We parted ways, leaving him to finish ...

... his workout I left, still hoping for a text message from him, maybe I’ll text him first. As I got out of the shower at home, Michael calls and invites me to dinner that night. I had to work in the morning, but fuck it, man has to eat. That wouldn’t be the only thing i ate that night. Dinner was a success, we met at the restaurant, some Asian place he said he loves, the food wasn’t bad, I got a noodle dish. Conversation wasn’t awkward at all, it was easy talking to him, telling him about my up bringing and interests in life. I really felt the chemistry between us. As dinner came to a close, he invited me back to his place for a drink. Done. His apartment was nice, not fancy by any means, but lets face it, I wanted to see the bedroom more than anything. Drinking a few beers and finishing off a bottle of Tequila he had, we both had a few shots, we ended up on his couch watching Netflix. He pulled out some pot and we began smoking. Beer, Tequila, Weed, not the best combination, but I was feeling good so whatever. Opposite ends of the couch he finally held out his arm and said “Come here” and we cuddled for a few minutes. I don’t even remember what movie it was on, it was about some dancing group, I assume Step Up or something. Finally he made a move, lifting up my chin and bending down, we finally kiss. Fucking amazing kisser by the way, he knew how to use his tongue and he was dominant, he knew what he was doing. Sure enough, we both got horny. The next thing I knew we were on ...