This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance including names, physical descriptions, and actions are purely coincidental. This story WILL contain explicit sexual contents regarding consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to view such material, I suggest you stop reading now. If not, continue.
The Start of Something 1 By: T. Vincent
I sat at my desk glancing at the clock out of the corner of my eyes. "Why isn't it 5:00 o'clock yet!" I thought out of frustration and impatience. It's Friday afternoon and in one hour, I would be relieved from work and enjoy my weekend. Not that I have anything special planned, I just wanted to go home. As I sat and my glances now transformed into full blatant stares at the clock I felt like I was in school all over again. That impatience mixed with anticipation and anxiety was something I really cherished as a student. Thinking back on it, high school was a pretty boring time for me. I wasn't the athlete that I wanted to be or the popular alternative guy that everyone enjoyed. I was just a typical guy, albeit, on the geeky nerdy side.
I was bullied throughout the majority of my twelve year public school attendance. Whether it was my geekiness, my appearance, or my mannerism, somehow, a bully always found his reason to make my life miserable. But I didn't care. Or at least I thought I didn't care. I soothed myself during that time believing that school was just a phase and that eventually, I will outlive and outrun all the bullies that chased me. And I did.
I devoted my entire being to the academic side of my life. When I was in high school, I began attending both high school and taking college classes. I was lucky that I found an advisor who was intelligent enough to help me manage the flexibility of my schedule. Whether or not he helped me because that was his job or because he was a perverted man with dirty intentions of his own I'll never know. Somewhere in my mind I asked for the latter. But I basically graduated high school and entered college as a sophomore, having cleared out all the "pre-requisites" for my major. I was determined to get that business degree in as little time as possible. Before I knew it, I had graduated. My parents were incredibly proud that at 17, their little boy scooted off to college. And then at 19 I had finished it. It was during that time that I contemplated my start in life. I took the remaining two years to get my MBA. It was during that time that I decided to move out of my "disposition."
I didn't want to be that frail little gay boy that everyone tossed around. But I couldn't imagine being that gay boy that threw everyone around. I transferred schools to a really good college that accepted my GRE and among other things for graduate school. My parents were sad that their little boy was now... nonetheless still a little boy but with big dreams and aspirations. During my years finishing my MBA I started using the school gym. At first, I was more than embarrassed. I was downright mortified. This is the first time in my life that I've been in a gym and I just could not help but feel incredibly self-conscious from looking at anybody.
I guess I never described how I looked, but it didn't seem like a big factor. When I was getting my MBA, I was 5'9", 130lbs of solid nothing. My mother was Thai and my father was of German/Italian descent. Thankfully, I received the best of both ethnicities as far as appearances. I had the smooth and hairless skin of my Asian blood. Yet, I have the eyes and facial features that of a European mixed with some Asian of course. I was also blessed that I wasn't short like my mother; she was 5'3" while my father was 6'1". But another thing that I received from my father was a sturdy body, at least that's what I found out when I started working out. I wanted the nice big pecs and the broad shoulders and the lean abs that I used to jack off to as a teenager. Instead, I found that I couldn't exactly achieve all that. I read all the articles, books, and magazines on fitness and health and tried my best to adhere to them. I discovered my body got tighter and more taut but not buffed up. I lifted weights, ran, and drowned in protein shake but at the end of it, I didn't look like a bodybuilder. Instead, my chest got smaller but more define and tighter. My abs didn't display a six-pack but it didn't display a jelly donut either. Instead, I got a V around my torso. Also, my calves and my butt got really big. To this day I attributed my weight gain (I was up to 150lbs) to my calf muscles and butt. I was actually pleased with my appearance.
Six years later, I was still the same physically. Still sitting in my office wishing I had that body from the pornos. I was now entirely distracted and just daydreamed about the dirty porno I watched last night. Suddenly, my office door opened, my secretary Nicole waltzed in grinning.
"Hey, I'm heading home okay. You have a good weekend now." she said. "What? It's only 3:00. Why are you leaving so early?" I retorted. "What do you mean it's only 3:00?" she laughed. "It's 5:25! I would've left an hour ago but you wanted all the files sort out before Monday so I got that done." "Shit! It is really 5:25?!" I shouted. As I composed my thoughts, I reassured myself and Nicole, "Yeah! Um... Yeah, head home and enjoy your weekend. I'm gonna go and rinse myself in a margarita or something. Didn't realize it was so late." She laughed and waved me good-bye.
So I had of sort of lied earlier saying that I didn't have anything special planned. I did but not with anyone special. I go, when I can, to the symphony every weekend. I really enjoyed classical music and always tried to find the time to be able to attend the symphony. I have literally no idea what was playing tonight, but I always make an effort to go; it was something about supporting the local community that made me happy. I rushed home; the symphony was going to start at 7:00 and I would hate to be late. I took a quick shower, put on my slacks and buttoned-up shirt. Shouldered the jacket and headed to the symphony, I didn't even bothered eating dinner. I figured I would just grabbed to-go or something afterwards. I arrived late. As I scampered through the numerous pairs of legs just to get to my seat I accidentally stepped on someone's foot. I apologized as I sat down to his right.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't see your foot." I said hastily. "It's okay. You're good. At least I didn't scream when the symphony started." He replied.
I felt a bit guilty but couldn't help but laughed and smiled at his reply. I just wished I could make out what his face looked like in the dark. I sat and enjoyed the symphony; it was a tribute to Haydn tonight. As the show concluded the light turned back on and I glanced to my left. I couldn't believe my eyes when they caught sight of the man I sat next. He was a man roughly in his 30s. He glanced at me and smiled with the most beautiful set of blue eyes I've ever seen. In the light I could see every feature on his face, and they were clearly beautiful. He sported slight fuzz on his chins. His hair was short but not buzzy. The temples have started graying and it definitely looked good on him. I was still captivated by his eyes. He stood up and I was even more distracted by this handsome man. He was roughly 6'1", 180lbs. He wore jeans and a buttoned-up blue stripes shirt. Everything fitted him very well; tight but not too tight, flattering but... hell flattering. As the show concluded, we stood up and gathered our things. He turned toward me.
"Good show!" He exclaimed. "Yes it was. Are you a Haydn fan?" I asked. "No. I'm not really a big symphony kind of guy. I'm here with my brother and his wife to watch my niece. She plays the clarinet." as he pointed to the stage. "Oh." I was taken back (and disappointed) by his incredibly bold statement. "Well, at least you had fun. Sorry about your foot again." "Ha ha. It's all good. I've gotten worse things stomped on my foot." "Well, have a good night!" I said and gathered my jacket and head out. He waved and followed the couple to his left.
I went home and sat down on my sofa with my to-go. All I could think of was this man. I knew nothing about him; absolutely nothing at all. Well, I knew his niece was in the symphony. I knew his niece was in the symphony! She was a clarinet player!! Immediately, I pulled out my laptop and went to the symphony's website. I dug and dug and dug until I could narrow down all the female clarinet players. There were quite a few. However, after about an hour of stalking (and ten minutes of convincing myself it wasn't stalking, only to realize it was... albeit harmless) I deduced that his last name was either Adams, Bennington, Bradley, Birch, Elliot, Grant, Hughes, Matthews, O'Neal, Smith,... Smith... Smith, Walker, Wallace, or Zimmermann (I was hoping he might be German). So, I lay back and fantasized about "Hunk Zimmermann." I wished it was "Hunk Zimmermann."
The next day my friend Jesse called me to come have brunch with him. I always enjoyed Jesse's company. He's a happy-go-lucky kind of guy with a carefree nature and a humorous disposition. I enjoyed hearing Jesse's happy-go-"fucky" stories almost as much as I enjoyed his company. Somehow, the vicarious experience always made me less self-conscious. I sipped my mimosa listening to Jesse's encounter a few nights ago as he's downing his third laughing the entire time.
He asked me, "How was the symphony last night?" "It was good. They did a tribute to Haydn." I replied. "I wished you would go with me sometimes out on a Friday night or something. You'd have a lot more fun. Same music... practically... just... different instruments." I smiled, "Well, I enjoy the symphony more. And I have gone out with you before... I just don't enjoy the club scenes that much." "Well, you can't lose your virginity at the symphony!" he jested. Jesse was pretty much the only person who's aware of my lack of sexual contact. I retorted. "Yes you can. I almost did last night!" I told him about "Hunk Zimmermann." "Well, at least you got off on the right foot." Jesse inserted. "That's a bad joke." I groaned. "So, when are you going to see symphonic man again?" "I have no idea. I'm hoping at the symphony but from what he told me I highly doubt it."
Jesse sensed the disappointment in my voice and decided that a better topic would suit our morning. We paid our checks and head down to the market. Jesse and I usually spent our Saturdays hanging out, drinking, and shopping downtown. It has been our ritual since college days, except, now we have money. Jesse and I met during our graduate years. I quickly took a liking to him due to his charismatic nature and he took a liking to me due to my not so charismatic nature. We helped each other through college and remained fast friends. I've always been a bit envious of Jesse. Not envious of appearance or looks even though he was a very attractive guy, but of his personality. He has that personality that attracted people of all ages and sexes. I wished I could have attracted "Hunk Zimmermann." Jesse and I made our way around the fresh market. I snacked on some homemade pumpkin loaf as Jesse was getting a mango smoothie from the Greek vendors.
"I have a guy I want to set you up with." Jesse surprised me. "What?!" I was bewildered. "This is a blind date isn't it? Come on Jesse... I hate blind dates." "I know! I know! But I think this one is a good one." Jesse convinced me. "Jesse, remember Josh Hartman?" I added. "Ok, that was a bad date. But at least you went on a date." "That wasn't a date. That was a drug transaction. He took me to go see his coke dealer!" "Well, this next guy is nothing like Josh Hartman. He's not a cokehead. He's actually clean and smart and cute." I was beginning to get lippy. "I don't want cute. I want HOT!" Jesse sighed. "You don't need hot. You need to get laid." "Well, I will get laid. Soon! Next Friday even. With Hunk Zimmermann!" I quickly replied. "Who???!!!" Now it was Jesse's turn to be confused. I stood there embarrassed and slightly amused at my obsession with Hunk. "Hunk Zimmermann is what I called `symphonic man' after I stalked his relative." "Wow. You like this one a lot huh? But anyways, just agree to go on a date with my guy!! Please!!!!!" Jesse begged. "I'll buy you a mango smoothie." I stood there pondering for a few moments and I finally said, "Ok. I'll go on a date with your guy. but passion fruit!!!"
The following Friday, I opted to go on a date with Jesse's mysterious man. I was very sad that I was going to miss my symphony and potentially "Hunk Zimmermann." I wasn't very excited about this blind date but I wasn't pessimistic about it. Truth be told, Jesse did have a point, it was time I started dating and potentially exploring my sexuality a bit. I don't doubt for one bit that I am gay but I have yet to do anything remotely homosexual except kissing a guy. I'm not sure I'm ready for full on sexual intercourse but I felt like I could take things up a notch. As I drove to the restaurant, perverted thoughts started creeping into my head about this date and what it could lead to. If this guy is attractive, clean, and not into coke, I want to suck him off tonight... or at least try.
I parked and made my way inside. I walked in and asked the hostess if there's a guy inside waiting. She asked me for a name, something I never got. Jesse is a horrible organizer. I excused myself to call Jesse and get a name as well as maybe any additional information I could have on this guy. I sat down on the wait bench waiting for him to pick up. It was Friday night, Jesse should be tongue deep in a guy's mouth right now but he'll pick up if I call. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Hunk Zimmermann, sitting with a woman in a booth, both sipping red wine. I was sad.
To be continued...
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