The Handsome Stranger - Part 6

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

The rest of the week was a dull, uneventful affair, made only duller by my determination to avoid Austin at all costs. On Tuesday, he spent the day fixing a broken oil pump in Dad’s car, and insisted on doing it in nothing more than a pair of denim jeans and his brown, leather boots. Naturally, I hid in the living room and watched him through the window.

At lunch time, Celina Massey from across the street walked over with a bottle of water. She was a few years older than I was, and I’d only ever seen her from a distance, so it wasn’t hard to tell why she had finally decided to venture toward our house.

“I haven’t seen you around her before” she smiled, handing Austin the water.

He couldn’t see me, of course, but that didn’t stop me from feeling a blind rage as he took the bottle, thanked her in that southern twang, and gulped it down before wiping his forehead with his hand.

“I’m new to the area” he explained, and I could practically see the excitement build inside her.

“Maybe I could show you around some time then” Celina giggled.

“Maybe you could”.

I slouched back down on the sofa and tried to turn my attention back toward the television. So what if he liked her? What difference did it make to my life? I hardly even knew the guy, and if he wanted to go off with somebody who he’d never even met before, then he could. Hell, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. It wasn’t like I gave a shit about it.

On Wednesday, Austin had already left the house before I’d gotten out of bed.

“Where’s Austin?” I asked, as Mom got ready for work.

“He’s running errands” she told me, and before I could ask what errands he was running this time, Mom decided to rant about how I needed to get back into a routine before college started. I didn’t listen to her. My mind was too busy playing over the possibilities.

Had Austin taken Celina up on her offer? Were the two of them strolling around town, hand in hand like two repugnant lovers? Were they frolicking in the park? Kissing? Fucking?

On Thursday evening, I heard him in the main bathroom. It had become clear over the last few days that Austin enjoyed a bath more than a shower, which meant that he spent more time in the main bathroom than he did in his own one.

I stood behind my bedroom door with my hand on the handle and imagined myself face to face with him like I had been a week prior. The picture of his perfect, chiselled body was burned into my mind. Why hadn’t I taken the opportunity back then? Had there even been an opportunity to take back then? If not, why hadn’t I taken it in the bedroom the day he kissed me? Why had I been so disturbed by something that I wanted more than life itself? Was I being dramatic? Of course I was being dramatic, but I had every right to be. Austin had been dropped into my life like an unexploded bomb, and I was just supposed to sit there and wait? Wait? Wait for what? Something? Anything? Nothing?

The questions taunted and haunted me. Had it all just been a joke? Was Austin so perfectly fucking perfect that the simple act of being so comfortable in one’s sexuality allowed him to play such cruel pranks?

The bathroom door opened, and my bedroom door followed suit, and before I had a chance to talk myself out of the plan that I hadn’t even considered, I was looking up at the most beautiful man to ever come into my life.

“Hi”.

Hi? That was the best my brain could do in such an important moment? I’d been avoiding the man for days, and all I could manage was a fucking hi!?

Austin pressed his lips together and gave a slight nod. It was a friendly nod. A nod that you’d give somebody who you went to school with, but never quite liked. A fuck you nod. Not an I’d fuck you nod, just a simple hey, nice to see you. Fuck you nod.

With the white cotton towel wrapped around his waist, Austin walked right by me and into his bedroom, and I stood outside the bathroom trying to decide if that had been the most humiliating moment of my life, or if puckering my lips in the shed and waiting for a kiss that would never come, was the most humiliating moment of my life.

Dad made his way up the stairs, so to avoid the awkward questions, I pushed inside the warm, steamy bathroom and locked the door.

I could smell him again. That indescribable musk that filled every inch of my body with feelings that I couldn’t work out. The sweet, sharp, succulent scent that had nothing to do with the cologne that he sometimes wore, nor the roll on deodorant that I’d watched him use. It wasn’t an aroma that could be purchased in any bottle or tub, it was simply the smell of Austin.

I was hard again. I’d gotten rather used to pairing Austin with my constant erections, because as difficult as it had been to admit, he’d been the cause of almost every single one of them all week.

Alas, with my wrist broken, I could do little but awkwardly stroke myself with my left hand, and count down the days until I could jerk off again. The dry spell was certainly having an impact, however, and now I was having thoughts that I knew I shouldn’t.

Everything was wet. The shower, the tiles, the mirror, me. All of it dripped in Austin-tinted condensation, and my eyes dropped onto the floor, where half a dozen large, wet footprints remained where Austin had walked, naked, just moments before.

What a sight that would have been. The large, muscular man, completely and utterly naked in my bathroom, using my towel, staring at himself in my mirror. If only mirrors had an option to rewind, then perhaps I wouldn’t be looking back at a patheticly desperate boy, and instead, a stunningly handsome man.

His feet were certainly large. I put my own one next to one of his wet footprints, and studied the difference. He was bigger than me in every way. His feet. His arms. His hands. Was his cock bigger than mine? Were his balls? Was he cut or uncut? When he came, did he shoot or drool? Did Austin have pubes or did he prefer to shave? Before any possible answer came, I was already on my hands and knees, with my lips against the warm tiles, tasting the wet footprint that Austin had left behind.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked myself, and sat back as my cock throbbed painfully. Maybe it was the pain medication I’d been taking for my wrist, or maybe Austin had wormed his way into my brain like some sort of fucking parasite, but either way, this had to stop.

I got up, wiped my mouth on the back of my arm, and returned to my bedroom for another restless night.

On Friday, Austin spent the day in his bedroom. The house felt quieter than usual once Mom and Dad had left for work, but maybe that was because my mind was stapled to him. Every sound and creak from the floorboards above, caught my attention. What was he doing up there?

By lunchtime, he still hadn’t made an appearance. Was he ill? I pictured him lying in bed, sweaty and groaning. What a gracious host I would be if I took him up something to eat, maybe wiped his brow, maybe slipped a thermometer up his ass and gave him a little bit of help throughout his recovery.

Once again, my mind had become some festering pot of depravity, and my cock bulged inside my shorts. In the space of just a single week, the handsome stranger had forced me to think thoughts that were far beyond what any normal eighteen year old should be thinking.

At three thirty, Austin’s bedroom door opened and closed, and my heart smashed like a drum as his footsteps thudded down the stairs. I played it as cool as I possibly could, and cocked my head toward him as though I hadn’t been listening to every solitary noise that he’d made all morning.

“Sup” I said, as he pulled on his boots in the hall. He glanced over at me and gave me that stupid fucking nod again.

“Are you going out?” I asked, and he looked from his boots to me with a look that said isn’t that obvious?

“Right” I grimaced. “Errands again?”

“Yeah” he told me, “something like that”.

Austin pulled open the door before I could think of anything that would keep the conversation going, and I sighed and slapped my own head. “Idiot” I spat, and spun around to get one more look at the man before he disappeared.

He stood at the end of the drive and checked the silver watch on his golden wrist. He looked even more handsome today, dressed in smart clothes with his hair groomed nicely, and it was only when I watched Celina Massey walk over and meet him, that I realised what was happening.