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Dylan walked over to his own bookshelf stereo system and
flipped through a couple of CD’s before finding one he liked. Quickly he
placed it into the machine and let the soothing sounds of an old master fill
his room and drown out the annoying shit from the living room. He turned and
stared at the shiny new television set and cable box, and his hand shot out
to gently touch the cable box. A smile grew on his face as he stood there,
his shirt covering his growing erection as he thought back to last Monday
when he finally had his cable service hooked up.
He tossed his shoulder length blond hair from the side,
feeling the thin strands move away from his face and he just looked, feeling
the lust growing inside as his eyes now moved over to the answering machine
that rested next to his cordless phone. There were no messages showing and
his heart sank for a bit, but then it was still early, only
10 p.m.
or so and
Doug had said he’d call, and Dylan was sure that he had meant it.
Reluctantly Dylan moved away from the phone and reached for
a can of cold pop that he had brought into the room with him. He sat down in
his big armchair and stared at the rumpled sheets on his queen size bed and
once more his memory flashed back to Monday and his introduction to Cable.
The thought of that day made him feel a bit hot as he took a long swig on
the pop and then he stood back up, taking his shirt off to let his body cool
off a little.
His hands strayed down to his waist, where they rested on
the thick band of his boxer shorts, waiting for his mind to decide if he was
going to strip down or not. He stared once more at the rumpled sheets, the
same sheets that had been on the bed Monday and his hands quickly pushed
down so he could step out of the boxers.
Dylan was 6 foot tall and weighed a decent 166 pounds. There
was a small bit of ‘baby’ fat around his middle but that wasn’t
anything he worried about, a week of jogging and he’d have that off or
better yet, a week of Doug and he’d have it not only off, but turned into
a nice rock hard bundle of muscles. God, that whole afternoon had been
something that was almost, well like a gift from God.
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