OK well, I've decided to start a story . I've read quite a few on here, and the ones I most liked were ones that were quite long, with a lot of time taken to develop the characters, and also a lot of drama/romance, not just a lot of sex (though of course there has to be plenty of that ). The one or two chapter pure sex stories are cool sometimes, but I much prefer reading the really long ones personally .
Here goes. I've decided to title this "Temptation's A Bitch" . Chapter 1/Introductory chapter is fairly off-the-cuff, and I'll definitely plan the details more in the coming chapters, but it was pretty easy/fun to write. I'm new to this so be nice OK, and suggestions for improvement in writing etc. are welcome .
Temptation's A Bitch - Chapter 1
It was some-time around mid-morning that Lucas Smith stirred from his sleep, but it was pouring with rain outside and the sky was so dark that with the curtains pulled, it felt like the night hadn't left yet. His partner Andrew Jameson lay beside him, facing the other way, still sound asleep. Lucas, now wide awake just stared at the back of Andrew's head for a while, just thinking.
Lucas, who'd not long turned 26 truthfully had little to complain about. The Smith's family business (a successful mostly-sports bar, at which he bartended) was booming, he was in good health and was tall (189cm, just a fraction under 6'3" to be exact), attractive, and athletic. Most of the good things the modern man can hope to be. Not that he thought about it constantly, but he knew in honesty there were a lot of guys around who wouldn't mind being in his position. Not that he ever let these things go to his head - in fact, the constant attention by some of the female patrons, though he was good at hiding it actually embarrassed him quite a bit, and he certainly didn't wish to be envied by anybody. Enough people called him hot, sexy or good-looking for him to believe and enjoy what they were saying, but while by no means introverted he relished the rare occasions he could blend in a little more than normal. Unlike some guys with a body like his, he didn't even love working out all that much - it was more of a job asset to keep the female bar patrons happy and to also make him look a little tougher should the need to subdue any rowdy male patrons arise.
He cast his mind back three years prior to around the time he first met Andrew, a local musician who regularly performed in the bar on their occasional open mic nights. Lucas was a lover of all types of music but dreaded those nights - too much sameyness, very few interesting voices to listen to. When Andrew began performing, Lucas for some reason gradually became intrigued. Andrew was hardly ugly, but at 5'6" was a rather unassuming figure. When he spoke introducing his songs, he had a rather low, unconfident voice. In post-performance conversation, Andrew barely spoke without a little prompting. There was really not a lot of confidence about him in any area. In ordinary cirumstances, Lucas wouldn't have looked twice at the guy - yet here they were, two-and-half years of dating later still together.
Lucas was immensely proud and quite protective of Andrew - he'd warded off talk from those he was out to that he could do better for a mighty long time, and had even gladly sacrified friendships with more than one slutty gay guy who thought he would be easily convinced to cheat with them just because they were much closer relatively speaking to Lucas' physical attraction level. Lucas didn't see being with Andrew as 'punching below his weight' as many put it. To put a more positive spin on it, he saw Andrew as punching well above his by overcoming such a slow start to his adult social life and earning his trust just by being a hell of a lot more genuine than the average homosexual Lucas knew who told him they were in love with him just because they desperately wanted in his pants. Andrew was talented, smart, loving and generous, and Lucas loved him despite the fact many other guys out there were more physically attractive and confident. Lucas' true friends had in time begun to accept (though in slight bewilderment) their relationship also, and many had even made a special effort to make sure Andrew felt included in all things they did.
Andrew felt the gentle heat of Lucas' breath on the back of his neck and snapped his eyes open. He didn't alert Lucas to his awakening yet though - he wanted to enjoy the sensation for a while. To be honest with himself, Andrew was trying each day to ignore the possibility that Lucas would one day simply get bored with him so every kiss, every touch and every fuck - every single moment he spent with Lucas was precious. He wasn't worried about girls of course, but he saw the way gay men who knew of Lucas' sexuality looked at him, so even the combination of both genders constantly looking at the man - his man - was truly terrifying even though he truly only needed to be wary of one. Indeed, Andrew felt like pinching himself even after all the time they'd been together that he could wake up to this hunk most mornings (except when he had to work at the bar at those times).
The sensation of Lucas' breathing had stopped. Lucas had rolled the other way and was getting up. Andrew quietly turned immediately, not wanting to miss the view. Lucas was naked, his short dark hair slightly messy from sleep. He stood up, his tall frame soon filling the space between the floor and the relatively low ceiling quite impressively. Andrew always made sure to carefully take in the view each time this occured (it was rare for Lucas to sleep with any clothes on, so thankfully it was quite frequent). He followed with his eyes all the way down Lucas, starting with his reasonably broad shoulders and long, toned arms, his long, slightly v-shaped back and the way it lead down to his ass, which wasn't huge but stuck out a little - perfectly so for his height and the rest of his body-shape. A tennis fanatic long before their first meeting, Andrew was also a keen leg-man, and Lucas' didn't disappoint. His calves were nicely muscular without being huge, and his thighs were not huge but perfect in proportion with the rest of him. "What a lucky man am I", Andrew couldn't help thinking to himself sometimes. As Lucas slipped on a tight, short-sleeved navy blue t-shirt and stood in front of the mirror while opening the underwear drawer, Andrew noticed a 5" semi-erection pointing towards the mirror. Fully-hard, Lucas would continue to grow to around 7.5". Few things gave Andrew more pleasure than sucking Lucas' big meat and driving him to orgasm, feeling his mouth fill with his sweet juices. Andrew had honed his skills in that area quite nicely over their time together, and usually his mouth was the only instrument required to make the desired result happen as well.
Indeed, there was a time that Andrew would only look wistfully at a man like Lucas - they simply weren't, Andrew felt, in his league. Lucas knew much of Andrew's lonely past, but there were some details that even Andrew had never disclosed in any detail. For most of his life, Andrew never had anybody he could truly call a friend. He didn't know why he was so shy, so awkward around people, but at now 27, Andrew could look back with a lot of pride at the strides he'd made in attaining a certain level of social 'normality'. At around 23, he'd decided he'd had enough of his life's direction and decided to dedicate more time to his songwriting and performing, which he'd hoped would enable him to meet people, and also improve his self-image by losing about 50 pounds. These days, he wasn't a drastically different person but had become a lot less hampered in social situations, and he looked a hell of a lot better than when he used to have a protruding belly. He'd really honed his songwriting skills and was building up a decent repertoire. Just how far he'd come could easily be measured by how he felt around Lucas - prior to meeting Lucas and even in the intial stages of their relationship, it used to simultaneously make him feel both horny and envious to be around him due to the fact that he embodied so many things physically that Andrew himself wished he was (his height at a way below-average 5'6" was once a particularly nasty hangup), but these days Andrew was quite comfortable with his own self, enough to most of the time simply admire the physical near-perfection of Lucas without any of the slightly envious undercurrents.
Lucas as he dressed was semi-erect, and still almost bigger than Andrew who was fully erect while taking in the beautiful view. Lucas finally noticed Andrew's eyes on him and turned around. "Hey bro," he smiled. "You look pretty good this morning," Andrew grinned in return. "Is that unusual?" Lucas asked sarcastically, collapsing back onto the bed. Andrew sat up, and Lucas lovingly placed an arm around his shoulder as they locked lips, slowly and passionately. Andrew slowly slid his hand downwards towards Lucas' crotch area, getting more excited by the second, and then... "Shit, look at the time," Lucas frowned towards the digital clock which read 10:45am in its large red letters. "I'm supposed to help out at the bar 11:30 this morning," he said. "I'm covering a shift today remember? Sorry I forgot to tell you." Lucas, sensing Andrew's bewilderment that he'd be working on his usual day off planted a quick kiss on his lips and hurriedly headed for the bathroom to get ready.
Andrew wandered into the bathroom as Lucas was exiting the shower, playfully groping his ass and saying "Maybe I could pay you a quick visit at the bar while you're there."
"I'd love you to, but you know how my parents feel about that," said Lucas as he dressed without turning around. "They've come around to me dating guys, and you, but they still want me to appear single at work. It's better for business."
"I don't want to be an idiot, but I hate the idea of sluts with their eyes on you for all your shifts," said Andrew, immediately regretting the words as they exited his mouth.
This caught Lucas' attention enough to turn around. Placing his large hands gently yet firmly on Andrew's shoulders he said, "In our two-and-a-half years together, have I ever, ever given you any reason to believe that -"
"No, I'm sorry. Forget I said that." Andrew looked down, embarrassed.
"For fuck's sake, why are we even having this conversation?" as he slowly slid his arm around Andrew's shoulder. Andrew just loved how cuddly Lucas was. "Don't you trust me?"
"I just can't believe my luck sometimes, that's all." said Andrew, staring as Lucas' reasonably-sized pecs protruding slightly in his tight blue shirt before groping one with his hand.
"I know you've had a shitty time in some ways growing up, but that's over. You've got me, you've got friends. You've come a long way," he said, casually patting Andrew on the head before adding "Don't question it, enjoy it," and heading for the front door.
Andrew was furious with himself immediately. Jealousy of any degree is one of the very worst traits to have as a partner. It was a very rare thing for it to happen these days for him, and vowing to make it up to Lucas later that night, he just hoped that Lucas wouldn't remember it too long.
Lucas was slightly annoyed, but at the same time understood how Andrew could feel that way sometimes. As he headed for his car, the feeling evaporated and before starting his car whipped out his cellphone to send Andrew a quick text: "I can't wait 2 put my dick in u 2nite"