Straight as Guitar Strings

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟮 [𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵] 🔞

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content with explicit language which may not be suitable for very young readers.

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IT WAS Leo Quintero, yeah, my fucking handsome best friend.

Oh, wait, wow! Fan-fucking-tastic! I cursed in my mind a lot. I was like, "Hey universe, are you seriously doing this to me? Are you making me choose whether I will be heartbroken by Bob or enjoy Leo's company today?"

Probably, the second one is better. Because while Bob was blowjobbing me earlier, I admit, when I was chatting with Leo on the phone, he was the one I imagined sucking my cock.

"You said you were just staying home today? Went on a date, huh?" he remarked, eyeing me suspiciously. He looked so nice in his white V-neck T-shirt and black string pants, he almost resembled a fragrant model.

I quickly came up with an excuse, "No, I was eaten..." Shit, what I said was wrong! "I mean, I have eaten."

Luckily, I corrected myself swiftly. "Well, you don't exactly look dressed up for a date," he said, and I seemed to have convinced him.

"Where are you headed?" I asked, and he paused from examining my somewhat casual attire.

"I was actually planning to drop by your place. Luckily, I spotted you here," he replied. The sun was shining brightly, causing him to furrow his brow.

Did I mention how hot he looked today?

Anyway, "It's boring at home," I complained. I shielded my face with my hand because the sun was starting to get to me.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked, brushing off his clothes to shake off the heat. It would have been so easy to say 'with you' if I wasn't so confused about my feelings.

"Anywhere," I just replied. The most useless response people give when asked what they want. I hope he won't have a hard time with my answer and that he can come up with a place. I have no idea what's good. I just want to get out of here... with him.

He smiled at me as if he already knew what to do with those kinds of answers. He patted the space behind him, inviting me to hop on and ride pillion. "Come on, hop on. I got you. I know a place!"

Instead of sulking or feeling sad or guilty about the breakup with Bob, it's better to distract myself. I'm with someone who understands me, doesn't pick fights, and takes care of me. He's so good for my heart, my mental and emotional state.

We went to the nearest mountain view where from the top, you could see the entire city. We're at the peak of the mountain now, with the fresh air kissing our skin, far from the noise of the town and pollution. We hung out there for a few hours, chatting until we got hungry. We ate at a nearby restaurant at the top of the mountain and indulged until Leo thought of our next destination.

As we descended the mountain, the breathtaking view of nature, mountains, trees, and everything in green that truly relaxes the mind was already delightful to behold. But nothing could compare to the joy I felt when the scenery before me changed. The trees and hills were replaced by the vast expanse of the sky, gradually painted with hues of yellow, orange, and red, mixed with the blue and white of its original appearance.

Below us stretched an endless expanse of water, much like the endless sky above. I gazed upon the gentle waves of the sea, reflecting the peace desired by anyone going through life's struggles, as if it were soothing the sadness in my heart.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I heard Leo say.

"IT IS!" I exclaimed, followed by laughter and cheers.

"Let's head to the beach, Liam!" Leo shouted, accelerating his motorcycle even more until he parked it on a narrow road where we could park, next to coconut trees, tall, leafy, and fruitful with coconuts.

We dashed along the shore, our footsteps leaving imprints into the soft, pristine sand. As its warmth kissed our bare feet, we found ourselves in a secluded spot, untouched by the presence of others. It wasn't exactly peak beach season in February, the air still carried a chill.

Then, without warning, Leo began shedding his attire—shirt, pants, and even his boxers, revealing more than I had anticipated. This wasn't a dream; I was sure of it this time. Indeed, it was an intoxicating reality. As he stood there completely exposed, I found myself marveling at what I saw.

As time went on, he seemed like a dish from a 5-star restaurant in my eyes, making my mouth water and tempting me irresistibly. Standing there still after my eyes, he seemed like a naked subject of a classic painting and if I would be the painter, I'd rather be stroking his cock instead of stroking my paint brush.

His entire body was evenly toned, kissed by the sun but not overly tanned, revealed muscles sculpted from years of labor at his family's auto repair shop business. His well-defined collarbone, much like his jawline, which I often found myself wanting to suck and lick, if by any chance I lost my own sanity.

His chest, sculpted with perfection and contours, appeared unnoticeable when he wore tees or tops, but it was incredibly alluring, especially his puffy nipples. I wanted to play with them using my tongue until I made him moan and tug at my hair because of the delicious pleasure he felt.

I lowered my gaze just to realize that there's so much more than what I've already seen.

So, this is the grand reveal of his stomach terrain, huh! After numerous attempts at playing peek-a-boo with his abs, I finally caught them off guard, basking in their glory like a treasure hunter unearthing gold. No more fleeting teases; today, like I mean, I just got to see his abs in detail, not just glimpses whenever he decided to quickly flex them in front of me.

What made him even more attractive and almost made me hard was his V-shape cut below his lower abs and his soft cock dangling below that I wanted to touch and harden inside my mouth, like right here, right now.

I would not trade this beautiful scene for watching a cliché movie with someone I'm not even happy being with.

I guess the decision I made today was right after all.