Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:51:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Thomas <supercoolguy999@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Start of Something 1

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance including names, physical
descriptions, and actions are purely coincidental. This story WILL contain
explicit sexual contents regarding consenting adults. If it is illegal for
you to view such material, I suggest you stop reading now. If not,
continue.

The Start of Something 1
By: T. Vincent

I sat at my desk glancing at the clock out of the corner of my eyes. "Why
isn't it 5:00 o'clock yet!" I thought out of frustration and
impatience. It's Friday afternoon and in one hour, I would be relieved from
work and enjoy my weekend. Not that I have anything special planned, I just
wanted to go home. As I sat and my glances now transformed into full
blatant stares at the clock I felt like I was in school all over
again. That impatience mixed with anticipation and anxiety was something I
really cherished as a student. Thinking back on it, high school was a
pretty boring time for me. I wasn't the athlete that I wanted to be or the
popular alternative guy that everyone enjoyed. I was just a typical guy,
albeit, on the geeky nerdy side.

I was bullied throughout the majority of my twelve year public school
attendance. Whether it was my geekiness, my appearance, or my mannerism,
somehow, a bully always found his reason to make my life miserable. But I
didn't care. Or at least I thought I didn't care. I soothed myself during
that time believing that school was just a phase and that eventually, I
will outlive and outrun all the bullies that chased me. And I did.

I devoted my entire being to the academic side of my life. When I was in
high school, I began attending both high school and taking college
classes. I was lucky that I found an advisor who was intelligent enough to
help me manage the flexibility of my schedule. Whether or not he helped me
because that was his job or because he was a perverted man with dirty
intentions of his own I'll never know. Somewhere in my mind I asked for the
latter. But I basically graduated high school and entered college as a
sophomore, having cleared out all the "pre-requisites" for my major. I was
determined to get that business degree in as little time as
possible. Before I knew it, I had graduated. My parents were incredibly
proud that at 17, their little boy scooted off to college. And then at 19 I
had finished it. It was during that time that I contemplated my start in
life. I took the remaining two years to get my MBA. It was during that time
that I decided to move out of my "disposition."

I didn't want to be that frail little gay boy that everyone tossed
around. But I couldn't imagine being that gay boy that threw everyone
around. I transferred schools to a really good college that accepted my GRE
and among other things for graduate school. My parents were sad that their
little boy was now... nonetheless still a little boy but with big dreams
and aspirations. During my years finishing my MBA I started using the
school gym. At first, I was more than embarrassed. I was downright
mortified. This is the first time in my life that I've been in a gym and I
just could not help but feel incredibly self-conscious from looking at
anybody.

I guess I never described how I looked, but it didn't seem like a big
factor. When I was getting my MBA, I was 5'9", 130lbs of solid nothing. My
mother was Thai and my father was of German/Italian descent. Thankfully, I
received the best of both ethnicities as far as appearances. I had the
smooth and hairless skin of my Asian blood. Yet, I have the eyes and facial
features that of a European mixed with some Asian of course. I was also
blessed that I wasn't short like my mother; she was 5'3" while my father
was 6'1". But another thing that I received from my father was a sturdy
body, at least that's what I found out when I started working out. I wanted
the nice big pecs and the broad shoulders and the lean abs that I used to
jack off to as a teenager. Instead, I found that I couldn't exactly achieve
all that. I read all the articles, books, and magazines on fitness and
health and tried my best to adhere to them. I discovered my body got
tighter and more taut but not buffed up. I lifted weights, ran, and drowned
in protein shake but at the end of it, I didn't look like a
bodybuilder. Instead, my chest got smaller but more define and tighter. My
abs didn't display a six-pack but it didn't display a jelly donut
either. Instead, I got a V around my torso. Also, my calves and my butt got
really big. To this day I attributed my weight gain (I was up to 150lbs) to
my calf muscles and butt. I was actually pleased with my appearance.

Six years later, I was still the same physically. Still sitting in my
office wishing I had that body from the pornos. I was now entirely
distracted and just daydreamed about the dirty porno I watched last
night. Suddenly, my office door opened, my secretary Nicole waltzed in
grinning.

"Hey, I'm heading home okay. You have a good weekend now." she said.
"What? It's only 3:00. Why are you leaving so early?" I retorted.  "What do
you mean it's only 3:00?" she laughed. "It's 5:25! I would've left an hour
ago but you wanted all the files sort out before Monday so I got that
done."  "Shit! It is really 5:25?!" I shouted. As I composed my thoughts, I
reassured myself and Nicole, "Yeah! Um... Yeah, head home and enjoy your
weekend. I'm gonna go and rinse myself in a margarita or something. Didn't
realize it was so late." She laughed and waved me good-bye.

So I had of sort of lied earlier saying that I didn't have anything special
planned. I did but not with anyone special. I go, when I can, to the
symphony every weekend. I really enjoyed classical music and always tried
to find the time to be able to attend the symphony. I have literally no
idea what was playing tonight, but I always make an effort to go; it was
something about supporting the local community that made me happy. I rushed
home; the symphony was going to start at 7:00 and I would hate to be
late. I took a quick shower, put on my slacks and buttoned-up
shirt. Shouldered the jacket and headed to the symphony, I didn't even
bothered eating dinner. I figured I would just grabbed to-go or something
afterwards. I arrived late. As I scampered through the numerous pairs of
legs just to get to my seat I accidentally stepped on someone's foot. I
apologized as I sat down to his right.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see your foot." I said hastily. "It's okay. You're
good. At least I didn't scream when the symphony started." He replied.

I felt a bit guilty but couldn't help but laughed and smiled at his
reply. I just wished I could make out what his face looked like in the
dark. I sat and enjoyed the symphony; it was a tribute to Haydn tonight. As
the show concluded the light turned back on and I glanced to my left. I
couldn't believe my eyes when they caught sight of the man I sat next. He
was a man roughly in his 30s. He glanced at me and smiled with the most
beautiful set of blue eyes I've ever seen. In the light I could see every
feature on his face, and they were clearly beautiful. He sported slight
fuzz on his chins. His hair was short but not buzzy. The temples have
started graying and it definitely looked good on him. I was still
captivated by his eyes. He stood up and I was even more distracted by this
handsome man. He was roughly 6'1", 180lbs. He wore jeans and a buttoned-up
blue stripes shirt. Everything fitted him very well; tight but not too
tight, flattering but... hell flattering. As the show concluded, we stood
up and gathered our things. He turned toward me.

"Good show!" He exclaimed. "Yes it was. Are you a Haydn fan?" I asked.
"No. I'm not really a big symphony kind of guy. I'm here with my brother
and his wife to watch my niece. She plays the clarinet." as he pointed to
the stage.  "Oh." I was taken back (and disappointed) by his incredibly
bold statement. "Well, at least you had fun. Sorry about your foot again."
"Ha ha. It's all good. I've gotten worse things stomped on my foot."
"Well, have a good night!" I said and gathered my jacket and head out. He
waved and followed the couple to his left.

I went home and sat down on my sofa with my to-go. All I could think of was
this man. I knew nothing about him; absolutely nothing at all. Well, I knew
his niece was in the symphony. I knew his niece was in the symphony! She
was a clarinet player!! Immediately, I pulled out my laptop and went to the
symphony's website. I dug and dug and dug until I could narrow down all the
female clarinet players. There were quite a few. However, after about an
hour of stalking (and ten minutes of convincing myself it wasn't stalking,
only to realize it was... albeit harmless) I deduced that his last name was
either Adams, Bennington, Bradley, Birch, Elliot, Grant, Hughes, Matthews,
O'Neal, Smith,... Smith... Smith, Walker, Wallace, or Zimmermann (I was
hoping he might be German). So, I lay back and fantasized about "Hunk
Zimmermann." I wished it was "Hunk Zimmermann."

The next day my friend Jesse called me to come have brunch with him. I
always enjoyed Jesse's company. He's a happy-go-lucky kind of guy with a
carefree nature and a humorous disposition. I enjoyed hearing Jesse's
happy-go-"fucky" stories almost as much as I enjoyed his company. Somehow,
the vicarious experience always made me less self-conscious. I sipped my
mimosa listening to Jesse's encounter a few nights ago as he's downing his
third laughing the entire time.

He asked me, "How was the symphony last night?"  "It was good. They did a
tribute to Haydn." I replied.  "I wished you would go with me sometimes out
on a Friday night or something. You'd have a lot more fun. Same
music... practically... just... different instruments."  I smiled, "Well, I
enjoy the symphony more. And I have gone out with you before... I just
don't enjoy the club scenes that much."  "Well, you can't lose your
virginity at the symphony!" he jested. Jesse was pretty much the only
person who's aware of my lack of sexual contact. I retorted. "Yes you
can. I almost did last night!" I told him about "Hunk Zimmermann."  "Well,
at least you got off on the right foot." Jesse inserted.  "That's a bad
joke." I groaned. "So, when are you going to see symphonic man again?"  "I
have no idea. I'm hoping at the symphony but from what he told me I highly
doubt it."

Jesse sensed the disappointment in my voice and decided that a better topic
would suit our morning. We paid our checks and head down to the
market. Jesse and I usually spent our Saturdays hanging out, drinking, and
shopping downtown. It has been our ritual since college days, except, now
we have money. Jesse and I met during our graduate years. I quickly took a
liking to him due to his charismatic nature and he took a liking to me due
to my not so charismatic nature. We helped each other through college and
remained fast friends. I've always been a bit envious of Jesse. Not envious
of appearance or looks even though he was a very attractive guy, but of his
personality. He has that personality that attracted people of all ages and
sexes. I wished I could have attracted "Hunk Zimmermann." Jesse and I made
our way around the fresh market. I snacked on some homemade pumpkin loaf as
Jesse was getting a mango smoothie from the Greek vendors.

"I have a guy I want to set you up with." Jesse surprised me.  "What?!" I
was bewildered. "This is a blind date isn't it? Come on Jesse... I hate
blind dates."  "I know! I know! But I think this one is a good one." Jesse
convinced me.  "Jesse, remember Josh Hartman?" I added.  "Ok, that was a
bad date. But at least you went on a date."  "That wasn't a date. That was
a drug transaction. He took me to go see his coke dealer!"  "Well, this
next guy is nothing like Josh Hartman. He's not a cokehead. He's actually
clean and smart and cute."  I was beginning to get lippy. "I don't want
cute. I want HOT!" Jesse sighed. "You don't need hot. You need to get
laid."  "Well, I will get laid. Soon! Next Friday even. With Hunk
Zimmermann!" I quickly replied.  "Who???!!!" Now it was Jesse's turn to be
confused. I stood there embarrassed and slightly amused at my obsession
with Hunk. "Hunk Zimmermann is what I called `symphonic man' after I
stalked his relative."  "Wow. You like this one a lot huh? But anyways,
just agree to go on a date with my guy!! Please!!!!!" Jesse begged. "I'll
buy you a mango smoothie."  I stood there pondering for a few moments and I
finally said, "Ok. I'll go on a date with your guy. but passion fruit!!!"

The following Friday, I opted to go on a date with Jesse's mysterious
man. I was very sad that I was going to miss my symphony and potentially
"Hunk Zimmermann." I wasn't very excited about this blind date but I wasn't
pessimistic about it. Truth be told, Jesse did have a point, it was time I
started dating and potentially exploring my sexuality a bit. I don't doubt
for one bit that I am gay but I have yet to do anything remotely homosexual
except kissing a guy. I'm not sure I'm ready for full on sexual intercourse
but I felt like I could take things up a notch. As I drove to the
restaurant, perverted thoughts started creeping into my head about this
date and what it could lead to. If this guy is attractive, clean, and not
into coke, I want to suck him off tonight... or at least try.

I parked and made my way inside. I walked in and asked the hostess if
there's a guy inside waiting. She asked me for a name, something I never
got. Jesse is a horrible organizer. I excused myself to call Jesse and get
a name as well as maybe any additional information I could have on this
guy. I sat down on the wait bench waiting for him to pick up. It was Friday
night, Jesse should be tongue deep in a guy's mouth right now but he'll
pick up if I call. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Hunk
Zimmermann, sitting with a woman in a booth, both sipping red wine. I was
sad.

To be continued...

I would love to get any comments and criticism regarding the story and my
writing.  Email me at supercoolguy999@yahoo.com