Mr. Perfect: Chapter 1

It was a sunny day in Palo Alto and Ricardo’s favorite brunch spot was buzzing. He had arrived promptly on time for his Hinge date and was seated outside. He wore a crisp ironed button up in white with slim dark wash jeans. Both were tailored impeccably to show off his impressive frame.

Ricardo was something of a gym rat with broad shoulders, a trim waist, and rippling muscles all over. At six foot he was tall but not freakishly so. With brown hair, chiseled features, and a glowing smile, Ricardo was often told that he should model. Instead, he was in law school, following in his father’s footsteps and getting courted by a prestigious firm.

All in all, Ricardo was a catch by any means, yet he still struggled in the dating department. He didn’t know why, but for some reason he just couldn’t find anyone he clicked with. The chemistry was never there. And so he sat down for his Hinge date with low expectations.

Gavin arrived ten minutes late, just as Ricardo was preparing himself to leave. He apologized profusely as he sat down, but Ricardo was distracted by a peculiar odor. Was it weed? Was his date stoned? He put this out of his head in order to give Gavin the benefit of the doubt.

Gavin looked a little rough around the edges, but cute nonetheless. He had a messy mop of dark hair and overgrown scruff that hid charming features. He was a bit chubby, wearing a snug horizontal striped tee that really accentuated the small belly bulging at his waistline.

The two men made the usual small talk and discussed what to order. They immediately agreed on mimosas. For food Ricardo ordered egg whites and a fruit salad while Gavin ordered a stack of chocolate chip pancakes. Ricardo was surprised. Most gay men he met would never order something so indulgent, but he actually found it endearingly authentic. He liked a guy that knew what he wanted.

Conversation was predictably stiff at first. Gavin relayed that he worked for a weed shop, hence the odor surrounding him. He didn’t seem to have any aspirations beyond getting a cat some day and his only hobbies were playing videos and stargazing. Again, Ricardo was surprised. He had a nearly rehearsed list of career goals, hobbies, likes and dislikes, that he spat out on all of his dates. All of which created the persona of being Mr. Perfect.

Gavin didn’t seem impressed, though. He was interested, asking questions about what excited Ricardo about law school or how he got started at the gym, but not dazzled by status or clout. Instead, he seemed genuinely interested which was a refreshing change for Ricardo.

As the meal wore on and the men ordered more mimosas, things became increasingly flirty. Gavin had a dark and incisive sense of humor that kept Ricardo smiling. They found themselves lost in conversation recounting stories from their youth as they leaned towards one another with twinkling eyes.

After the check was paid, Gavin issued an invitation back to his place around the corner. Ricardo accepted and felt butterflies in his stomach as they walked there. It was an older apartment complex that looked like it had seen better days. Gavin’s unit was on the first floor and when they opened the door the scent of marijuana rushed out.

It was a small apartment without much light, and Ricardo was surprised by how untidy it was. A bong rested on the coffee table surrounded by fast food bags, game controllers, and lighters. There were a few posters on the wall for movies Ricardo had never heard of. The couch was well worn and stained and the floor needed a good vacuum.

This all stood in sharp contrast to Ricardo’s place, a practical showroom that was always spotless. Before every date Ricardo meticulously tidied up and placed lube and towels in the nightstand should things advance to the next level. Gavin, on the other hand, had clearly not prepared for anything.

They sat on the couch, their legs touching. Both had fairly girthy legs, though Ricardo’s were pure muscle and Gavin’s pure chub. Gavin wrapped his hand around Ricardo’s muscled thigh and flashed an alluring smile.

“Do you smoke?”

Ricardo laughed, “Not since undergrad, but I’ll give it a go.”

Gavin helped his date light the bong as Ricardo took a massive hit and almost immediately began coughing. They both laughed. Gavin took a hit and then turned to his counterpart. Ricardo’s eyes were already red and he had a goofy look on his face that looked hungry for sex. Gavin cupped Ricardo’s chiseled jaw and kissed him on the lips.

They began to make out as their bodies intertwined on the couch. As things got saucier Ricardo straddled Gavin as Gavin reclined. Ricardo unbuttoned his shirt, a dramatic display that usually dazzled his lays but Gavin barely batted an eye. Their hands began exploring each other’s bodies as the high overwhelmed their senses. Before they knew it, they were stripped down to their underwear and writhing around on the couch.

Ricardo suggested they move to the bedroom, which turned out to be a mattress on the floor. Their boners strained against their underwear, Gavin’s noticeably stained with precum, as they stumbled onto the bed. Pressed against each other, Gavin’s soft dough melted against Ricardo’s washboard abs. Ricardo found the chub to be warm and comforting.

Tossing their underwear across the room, their hard-ons slapped against their waists. Ricardo had a decent sized cock but was surprised to see that Gavin’s was even larger and uncut. He pushed back the foreskin before taking Gavin in his mouth. Gavin was a bit musty smelling which Ricardo strangely liked, especially stoned.

They sucked and jerked each other off for what seemed like hours, constantly edging close to orgasm. Fooling around while high was a new experience for Ricardo who was completely intoxicated with Gavin’s delicious dad bod. In reality, they had only been at it about twenty minutes by the time they came to orgasm, but the experience as a whole felt almost spiritual.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, Gavin’s plumpness warm and soft against Ricardo’s bronze muscles, both men were developing a crush on one another and didn’t want to let go.

“I know this is crazy because we just ate,” Ricardo spoke up, “but I’m kind of hungry. Wanna order something?”

“It’s called the munchies, hun, and yes I do.”