Shoot

I turned around, and there he was...standing in front of my bedroom window...naked...and fully, fully, well, excited.  

Well this was an unexpected turn of events. 

I honestly hadn't seen it coming.  I mean sure he had been lounging around on my living room couch.  So what if he had done it wearing only low-rise jeans, 2xist briefs and dog tags?  I became slightly more aware of the possibility when he decided to remain on the couch but thought it may be better without the constraint of jeans.  But the naked?  And erect?  I am, as ever, retarded about such things, and I didn't see that coming.

Not even when we moved upstairs to the bedroom.  Just for a change of venue, and the fact that I wanted him to get off the first floor where the floor to ceiling windows that are, as yet, sans window treatments, could have given the new neighbors more to talk about than I am willing, at this point, to allow.  

And it still didn't register when he plopped himself onto my bed, seductively draping himself with my faux fur throw and running his hands over his washboard abs and chest, chiselled and lightly dusted with fine brown hair.  

I had no idea that we were heading down that path.  

But there he was, standing stark naked in front of my bedroom window for any fortunate onlooker down below to see.  And he just stared at me, eyes locked on mine with a seductive gaze, running his hand slowly down his chest and stomach and inner thigh, but purposefully avoiding "it".  Not that "it" needed it.

All I could think to do was to motion for him to sit on the bed next to me which he promptly did.  And as we sat bare shoulder to bare shoulder, faces so close that I felt his warm breath against my cheek, trying desperately not to stare at..."it" as "it" still stood at full mast, I did the only thing I could think to do...I showed him pictures. 

Cause that's how I do.  I'm the guy who can't close the deal when a hot guy is unexpectedly sitting next to me completely naked with raging wood. 

The thing is, even though we had hung out several times before and nothing more than a friendly hug or innocent goodbye kiss on the lips had occurred, today we were photographer and model.  And I couldn't wrap my head around the situation.

And honestly...I was waiting for him to make the first move.

Yes, I know.  Reason number 2,238 why I am still single. 

Comments

[outofctrl]

Um, I guess that's what happens when you're focused on pretending you know what to do with a camera... :P

And "bare shoulder to bare shoulder?" Do you do photoshoots shirtless?

[Chuck]

Nothing wrong with being a gentleman. Glad to see you're back.

[Sara]

Oh,Van.

[BJT]

I would so be you in that situation, especially if he was so ridiculously hot, it would just intimidate the shit out of me. I eventually would have to act somehow to avoid hating myself later. but I'm single too...