It didn't take me long to notice you from across the room. Any man in a suit catches my eye and it was a bonus to find that you were so handsome. I looked you up and down several times in an instant, trying to burn your image into my brain for private safekeeping and future recall. Even now, after all these months, I can recall my first glimpse of you and it makes me hard just thinking about kissing those lips.

I was disappointed to see that you had finished your latte and scone so quickly. I knew it wouldn't be long before you would be out the door and I might never have a chance to meet you. Luck, or maybe fate, was with me on that day when I realized you were taking a bio break. My only chance to meet you face to face had presented itself and I moved quickly to take advantage of it. Meeting a guy in the bathroom is far from romantic, but my options were limited. I walked swiftly but casually toward the restroom to make sure my stalking went undetected. You were already at the farthest stall when I came in and I chose the one that was two away from you; which is customary bathroom etiquette in the Man's Handbook. You glanced over your left shoulder and said, "Hey". I responded with a half-ethusiastic, "Hey, whats up?" I took a big risk with an old joke from a friend and I blurted out, "Man, that water's cold!" I think it only took you a second to get the joke and you let out a big "Ha!" that made me smile to myself as I looked down into the bowl. "Hey, that's funny. Mind if I borrow that?", you asked chuckling. "Not at all...I actually stole that from an old friend." "Cool...thanks.", you said. "No problem, man...later." And then you were gone. I stood there looking down at my cock and realized that I was sporting a chub from our brief interaction. I tugged on it gently from the root to the tip as I tucked myself back into my boxer briefs.

Coming out of the restroom, I glanced toward where you had been seated. As expected, you weren't there. But I noticed that there was something on the chair next to where you had been sitting. With no one else around and no one at the counter, I assumed it was yours and went to retrieve it. I snatched it up and headed for the door. Looking left and right, I wasn't able to pick you out of the crowd. I quickly dismissed several dark suited figures when either the hair or the body style didn't match. I approached the subway stairs and thought I saw you at the bottom. I jumped two steps at a time to try to catch up, but you were lost in the crowd. I glanced down at your phone and wondered how I was going to get this back to you. Perhaps you would be so appreciative when I returned it that you'd let me blow you or something. Huh...why does my mind always go there? I'm pathetic.

About half way up the subway stairs your phone starts to vibrate. I'm not sure what to do with it. Should I answer it and ask the caller who the phone belongs to? What seems like minutes for me to decide is only three or four rings. "Hello", I say in a stong voice. "Hey Steve, it's Paulie. We chatted on line from Craigslist. How's it goin'?" Before I could answer, he then said, "Hey, I hope this is a good time to talk. Is it?" My head quickly processed this and I stammered out, "No, this isn't Steve." In a confused voice I heard, "Oh.", and then the line went dead. "Hello??? Helllo???" Nothing. He was gone.

So now I have some clues. I think your name is Steve...if Paulie had the right number...and you had some dealings with him on Craigslist. Craigslist? Maybe he was a hookup! Fucking hot! But there I go again...thinking that every guy is gay and they all hook up. Maybe he was just selling something...maybe his car or furniture or something. I need to get myself together. What next? Do I take the phone back to the coffee shop and wait for you to call them? How will you call if you don't have a phone? Maybe I should call Paulie back and see what he knows. Hey, its worth a shot. I touch the iPhone screen and look for the call history. I see several business apps on the screen and figure out pretty quickly that you're a professional guy (not like the suit didn't already give you away). Then BAM! There it is... the Grinder app on your phone. A dead giveaway that you're "family". I open the app and see your screen name: hotITgeek Cute...I like it. I don't have a profile of my own, but I will soon!

Your phone starts to vibrate again and the call is from BBjock. I wonder why there isn't a real name here and just a profile name. I smile as I click the answer button and say seductively, "Hey." The caller pounces on that with, "Hey stud, we still on for a rematch tonight? I want more of that hot ass of yours." I'm not sure what to say and I don't want him to hang up on me. "Absolutely!" I blurt out, "What's the plan again?"
"My place, man. You remember where it is? It's forty-eight-thousand 81st street. Just hit button 889 and I'll buzz you up. 7:00pm...K?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then.", I say. And I hang up the phone. What the hell did i just do? I made a date with a guy I don't even know. He's gonna be pissed when I show up at the door and I'm not you. Holy shit! Now my excitement has turned to fear. But now I have a way to get your phone back to you. A little unconventional, I admit, but it's a plan.


I'm distracted for the rest of the day and I keep thinking that I should probably call BBjock back and tell him the truth. Maybe he could get a message to you and give you my information so you can pick it up. I get an idea that gets me horny. I decide to look up BBjock on Grinder and see if he has a profile there. Like a kid stealing a piece of candy from the corner store, I pull your phone out slowly from my pocket. I keep it below desk level and rest the back of my hand on my leg. Opening the Grinder app, i quickly find the search box and type in b-b-j-c-k. Damn! Why am I so nervous? I delete it and try again: b-b-j-o-c-k. Bingo! Up pops a picture of an extremely cute guy in a v-neck sweater and no undershirt. The sweater goes great with the skinny jeans and I can't help but to notice a huge smile on his clean shaven face. I decide right then that I have to meet this guy. I'm not cancelling the date I set with him. Even if he's pissed, I'll talk my way out of it somehow. I'll take the risk. Who knows...maybe BBjock will give me the appreciation blow job that i'm looking for. LOL! There I go again.

It has always been my habit to go to the gym after work. I calculate that I'll have plenty of time for a workout before my seven o'clock date. Besides, I could really use the shower. I leave a few minutes early and get a head start on my workout. I feel like running today so I'll spend most of my time on the treadmill. This is a great way to do my "boy scouting" as I call it. Checking out all the hot guys coming in and out, all sweating and pumped muscles. I love when I can catch the glance of a passer-by and we both smile. I remember one connection in particular of a hot italian guy who caught up to me in the showers. He was about 5'9, 180, with dark hair and cool grey eyes. He was in great shape, but not the perfect gym body. I will always choose an average guy over a gym-god. I remember that we locked eyes as he passed in front of me and we both smiled. Oddly, he passed back and forth a few times and kept smiling at me. After the thrid time I figured that he was checking me out. It felt good to be noticed that day and it added a bounce to my step and actually improved my workout. When I was done running, I walked the track for a few minutes to cool down and drink my water. I didn't see my italian friend anywhere so I assumed he left.

In the locker room I quickly stripped and threw my sweaty clothes into my bag. Grabbing a clean white towel, I walked to the showers. I tend to always choose a corner shower stall out of habit. Maybe it has to do with the prank my roommatees in college pulled on me. I was in the center stall and two of the guys had planned to piss on my feet. So while I'm in there washing myself, two yellow streams come from each side of me and onto my feet. I was pissed! No pun intended. They laughed and told everyone what they had done. So I whipped off my towel and hung it on the hook. Stepping inside, I was eager for the coolness on my skin. I stood under the shower head and let the water hit my head. I pumped the soap dispenser and got some gel to slather on my body. I always enjoy watching the soap bubbles roll down my body and disappear into my pubes. There was a time when my gut was larger so that the soap bubbles had to leap to their death like a ski jump. While lathering, I heard the metal balls of the curtain hangers slowly scrape again the metal rod. I turned to find my italian friend standing there with a boyish smile. "Can I join you?", he said softly. "yeah", I said with a smile and waved him toward me. As he advanced, I took my soapy hands and guided him under the water stream, our eyes locked on each other. As the water started to hit him, I realized that his hair was already wet. He must have already showered and was waiting for me. He reached over and pumped some soap into his hand and then started to rub it on my chest. I pulled him close and kissed him. His soapy hands carressed my back and slowly made their way down to my ass. We stood there kissing and rubbing each other with our hardening cock poking at each other. Eventually we lined ourselves up so that our hard-ons were rubbing together and we were humping each other while grabbing each other’s ass. The kissing, the slickness of our skin together, the humping and grinding together got me so hot that I started thrusting and eventually shot my load between us. As I emptied my balls all over his stomach, I held him tighter and nibbled his ear and filled it with my hot breath. We slowed our pace but kept rubbing our cocks together. My new friend slid down my body, kissing my neck, chest and stomach as he made his way down to my cock. Holding my still erect cock in his fist, he stuff it in his mouth and milked the last few drops of cum from the tip. I put one hand on the top of his head and caressed him while he worked my cock. He reached for my other hand and placed it on top of his head. I took the hint and slowly fucked his face with the full length of my cock going down his throat. His deep moans of enjoyment shot a tingle to my balls and I felt the wave all the way up my chest and into my arms. I moaned in appreciation and whispered, "fuck, yeah..."

I pulled my hot romeo up by the hand. I wasn't going to let him out of this stall until I had satisfied him. He whispered to me, "I should go." Reaching for his softening cock I said, "Not yet, handsome." I tugged on his cock and pulled him closer to me. We kissed some more until he was rock hard again. He had an average length cock, but it was remarkably thick. I decided to return the favor and planned to kiss my way down to his cock. I didn't get far when I realized he had a sweet spot on his neck. When I kissed, sucked and nibbled on his neck, he got goosebumps all over. So I spent some unexpected time on his special erogenous zone while I firmly stroked his cock with my left hand. His moans of pleasure told me that he was sensitive all over and I decided to experiment. While nibbling his neck i took my right hand and found one of his nipples. Rock hard...just as I had expected. I decided that I need to make my way to them and got my lips locked on one nip while my thumb flicked the other. He let out a muffled pleasure sound that got me hard again. I knew he was enjoying this and I was very happy to do it for him. With both my hands busy and my mouth busy, it was like working lights and sound at a concert. I decided to kiss my way down to his navel and tongue it a bit. He liked that too. Eventually I let go of his cock and found it again with my mouth. Kneeling in front of him I pushed his cock down my throat while i reached up to his other nipple and worked them both at the same time. I felt both of his hands clamp down on my head so hard that I had to open my mouth wider to make sure I didn't bite him. He started to push deep into my throat and I started to gag. I pulled off a bit but kept working his nips. His pace increased until face-fucking me. I struggled to keep him from jamming himself too deep and pushed back against his hands. Faster and faster he pumped but i had managed to work it so that I was working his cock head and only got about half of in each thrust. He started to breathe heavier until i heard him breathing through his teeth. With that, he shot his load into my mouth and while thrusting, he seemed to be pushing the cum out of my mouth. I sucked him as he slowed down and stopped. I watched some of his cum go down the drain. He pulled me up off my knees and kissed me hard. With a taste of his own cum from my lips, he was almost ravenous and probing my mouth with his tongue. We kissed and fondled some more. Then shut off the water. We had to share the one towel I had brought in. And we laughed at how horny he must have been to be so unprepared.

I was thinking about my hot encounter with the italian guy while I ran and I almost tripped when I realized I was getting hard. Encounters like those are rare but special. I look for him every time I'm here, but have never seen him again. I glance up at the clock and see it's almost 6pm. I should be able to shower, dress, and still make it on time if the C-train is on schedule. I could walk it but don't want to be too sweaty by the time i get there. There's an older guy circling me like a shark. I'm guessing that he saw my crotch was full of excitement and hopes to feed. Some older guys are sexy and I don't discriminate. But I am going to save myself for later...just in case. I dismount from the treadmill and make my way to the locker room. As I pull my shirt over my head, I notice a familiar face looking at me. It's my italian friend! I haven't seen him in months and now he's standing there in front of me. If I had known I had the power to conjure up from memory, I would have done it sooner! He walks toward me and smiles. "Hey.", he says. "Hey.", I say with a smile. We are alone for the moment and chat briefly. I discover that he has been avoiding the gym since our encounter because he is married but he has been thinking of me alot. He wants to see me again but not for shower sex. I tell him that I have business meeting in an hour but that I am interested in seeing him again. Maybe we have lunch or dinner sometime. We agree to meet tomorrow for a drink just around the corner from here. 530pm at Springer's Bar. He catches me staring down at his crotch and he smiles and says, "If you play your cards right, it's all yours." I smile at him and think to myself, Oh yeah...you can count on that. The door opens and another guy walks in. We shake hands and he nods, then turns away.

My shower is quick but I am once again distracted by my thoughts. I've chosen the same stall that I played with the italian guy. I'm pissed that i didn't even ask him his name. I can't help but to recall the whole encounter again. Who could blame me? Especially since I just saw the hot son of a bitch a few minutes ago. My shower needs to be all business and I rush to get ready. I'm clean in and out, dry, dressed and ready in a flash. I'm very excited about meeting BBjock...whoever he is.

I made it to the location in no time. I was twenty minutes early. I didn't feel like I could show up early, so I just waited in the lobby. I wondered if you'd show up. That would make it easier to make the hand off, but difficult to explain. I sat in a comfy chair in the corner and tried to look busy as the concierge glance toward me a few times. By five minutes to seven, I was really antsy. A few minutes later I was at the intercom board pressing 8-8-9. Without a word, I heard a tone through the intercom and the door clicked. I was in and really starting to second guess myself. What was I thinking? What was my plan? How would I be received? I don't even remember pressing the elevator call button, but the door opened and I stepped in. I never asked, but a reasonable person would expect his place to be on the eighth floor, so I pushed 8. Before i knew it, I was in front of unit 889. I stood there for a few seconds unable to move. Suddenly the door popped open.
"How long you gonna stand out there, Stevo? Oh, Hi.", said the occupant with a very confused look.
"I'm not Steve.", I said obviously.
"Doesn't matter who you are, handsome. Come on in!", he said as he took my hand and guided me in.

It only took me a couple of minutes to tell him how I got there and why. I told him that I got caught up in the excitement of his call and acted without thinking.

"Calls like that rarely come my way," I joked, "so I decided to play along." We both laughed.

He offered me a glass of wine and introduced himself as Jason. A hot name on a hot guy, I thought. It fit him as well as the jeans he was wearing. We chatted benignly about work and then he asked me directly if I was straight. I told him that I was definitely as straight as he was. "Well then...it seems we have a match", he announced. I took another sip and smiled nervously. "You came all this way to see me...would you like to play?", he said. I couldn't believe my ears and no words came to my lips. I just shook my head and smiled. He took my glass from me and put it on the glass top coffee table and said, "Let's see how good of a kisser you are. You've got great lips." I started to lean into to kiss him but Jason had other ideas. He pushed me back on the sofa and kissed me passionately. I was in heaven because he was a fantastic kisser. Somehow he had wedged himself between my legs and I felt his hard cock against mine as he pressed into me. I really enjoyed kissing him and felt as if I was surrendering to him. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it up over the back of his head. I had to get my hands on that hot smooth flesh. My hands were all over him and I think he enjoyed it as much as I did. Jason didn't bother unbuttoning my shirt, he just yanked it over my head. I had to fumble with the sleeve buttons to get it complete off. Jason was kissing me like a man who hasn't had sex in years. He found my most sensitive nip and flicked it with his tongue. I let out a moan of approval and he was on it. I don't think i've ever ramped up so quickly during and encounter. Zero to sixty in the blink of an eye! Just as Jason got my belt unbuckled, the phone rang. "Ahh, fuck!", hey yelled. And he reached over and answered the phone.

"Who is it?", he barked. "Ohhhh...Steveo! Yeah, buddy, we're still on. Come on up! I have a big surprise for you." And then he pressed 9 and held it. I started to gulp a little. I picked up my shirt and was putting it back on; Jason looked disappointed. I wasn't sure what to say or what to do. I tucked my shirt back in and buttoned the sleeves. I didn't see a mirror so i just slicked back my hair with both hands. Jason had put his shirt on almost reluctantly. He tucked it in as the Steve knocked on the door.

"Hey, stud...I thought you forgot about me.", he said with a peck on the cheek. I picked up my wine glass and stood watching the interaction. You caught your first glimpse of me and gave Jason a confused look. "I've got a friend of yours here", Jason said. You looked at me and asked, "Do I know you?"

"Man, that water's cold!", I yelled out.

"The guy from the coffee shop!", you yelled with recollection in your voice. "How...uhhh..why..uhhh"

"I have your phone, man. You left it behind. I tried to catch up to you but you moved too fast. Jason invited me over to, uhhhh, deliver it to you."

"Wow, thanks...uhhhh...wow, really. How did you find me?", you said, clearly perplexed.

"It's a long story. Let me start from the beginning.", I said.

"It didn't take me long to notice you from across the room..."