05-16-2017, 10:32 PM
(No worries. Haha, I've had a long wait of my own, but I'm back, so let's see how this will continue to turn out :) )
Larry felt mostly unphased about the matter. Working in the smaller studio by himself seemed to be idea. The male hadn't really given much thought to Gerard until a familiar scent graced his nose every once in a while. There was a masculine musk to it that he could not define, one that he smelled on Gerard before and assumed was cologne. The problem? Each day that smell was becoming steadily intense. He naturally shrugged it off, especially when he had to leave the place entirely. That was the least of his problems.
Some nights, he would have dreams. There were dreams with Sarah of course, which if he was being honest, he didn't mind. These particular dreams, one that caused him to have nocturnal emissions, were with Gerard. Naturally, his heterosexual mind tried to wake up before the climax hit, but the male found himself stuck staring into the dreams like sleep paralysis. He could recall those dreams particularly.
The first dream was sexual of course. They were naked, Gerard on top of him and they were just passionately kissing. The lip contact is what triggered it. The next dream, the male was staring at himself in the mirror. Larry's body was muscular and that was a given, but a thought came to mind. He wanted to see himself with a belly. Instantly, that dream gave him that desire, his belly jutting out bit by bit until he looked like he sealed a large beach ball. The final jut caused his sex organ to release a load and he was springing out of bed in the middle of the night for a second time in a row. Larry liked to think he managed his sexual thoughts, but something was going on with him. Those were the sexual thoughts to say the least.
Physically, he thought it was just a natural growth spurt. He got taller within a few weeks and put on some more muscles. Perhaps his exercising and practice on the field was paying off. He was also sporting some stubble and while he was already confident, there was a bit of a playful and aggressive nature to him. In just two weeks, the male had gone through some strange changes even though he was still recognizable. Perhaps he had just grown an edge of sorts.
"Hey," his voice commanded at the studio that particular day when he stepped inside his former room that day. Two weeks was probably a good time for his mind to clear the air and talk to Gerard, he thought. "Everyone's making plans to head out to lunch together. I came to check and see if you were interested."
He wore an open casual teal beach shirt, no cheesy designs on them and the sleeves rolled up near his shoulder, and a partially loose white T-Shirt underneath which revealed most of his chest, but fitted around his form well enough, covering the belt he wore. His shorts were meant for the Spring like the rest of his attire, khaki in color, form fitting and part of it rolled to be near his knees. The low chucks he wore also matched the color of his casual island shirt.
"That is if you're interested."
Larry seemed a bit cockier than usual if Gerard picked up on it.
Larry felt mostly unphased about the matter. Working in the smaller studio by himself seemed to be idea. The male hadn't really given much thought to Gerard until a familiar scent graced his nose every once in a while. There was a masculine musk to it that he could not define, one that he smelled on Gerard before and assumed was cologne. The problem? Each day that smell was becoming steadily intense. He naturally shrugged it off, especially when he had to leave the place entirely. That was the least of his problems.
Some nights, he would have dreams. There were dreams with Sarah of course, which if he was being honest, he didn't mind. These particular dreams, one that caused him to have nocturnal emissions, were with Gerard. Naturally, his heterosexual mind tried to wake up before the climax hit, but the male found himself stuck staring into the dreams like sleep paralysis. He could recall those dreams particularly.
The first dream was sexual of course. They were naked, Gerard on top of him and they were just passionately kissing. The lip contact is what triggered it. The next dream, the male was staring at himself in the mirror. Larry's body was muscular and that was a given, but a thought came to mind. He wanted to see himself with a belly. Instantly, that dream gave him that desire, his belly jutting out bit by bit until he looked like he sealed a large beach ball. The final jut caused his sex organ to release a load and he was springing out of bed in the middle of the night for a second time in a row. Larry liked to think he managed his sexual thoughts, but something was going on with him. Those were the sexual thoughts to say the least.
Physically, he thought it was just a natural growth spurt. He got taller within a few weeks and put on some more muscles. Perhaps his exercising and practice on the field was paying off. He was also sporting some stubble and while he was already confident, there was a bit of a playful and aggressive nature to him. In just two weeks, the male had gone through some strange changes even though he was still recognizable. Perhaps he had just grown an edge of sorts.
"Hey," his voice commanded at the studio that particular day when he stepped inside his former room that day. Two weeks was probably a good time for his mind to clear the air and talk to Gerard, he thought. "Everyone's making plans to head out to lunch together. I came to check and see if you were interested."
He wore an open casual teal beach shirt, no cheesy designs on them and the sleeves rolled up near his shoulder, and a partially loose white T-Shirt underneath which revealed most of his chest, but fitted around his form well enough, covering the belt he wore. His shorts were meant for the Spring like the rest of his attire, khaki in color, form fitting and part of it rolled to be near his knees. The low chucks he wore also matched the color of his casual island shirt.
"That is if you're interested."
Larry seemed a bit cockier than usual if Gerard picked up on it.