He sat down onto top of the brick wall in the sun. The added pressure across his legs and crotch from the stretch of the material of his shorts felt pleasing pressing down on his good sized bulge. The shorts were really too small for him, let’s face it, but that is why he liked them.
He loved the feeling of them hugging him tight. He liked the feeling of the shorts leg around his thigh. He liked the feeling of the shorts grabbing in the crack in his arse and he liked the feeling of the shorts grabbing him under his balls.
He looked out over the ocean stretching out in front of him in a broad blue slash filling his vision. He sat down on the bluestone wall and took it all in. He liked the warm concrete capping against his bum, the heat seep into his skin, warming him from the arse up. He could feel it warming his hips and the backs of his thighs. That energy, made him feel alive somehow.
He crossed his arms across his chest and felt very content with the world. He felt very content with himself.
He could feel that effects of the splifs he smoked before he left the house. He could feel the edginess seeping from his veins into his bones. He could feel himself begin to twitch, which was always a good sign that it was good shit that he’d just inhaled.
He liked being out in the day and out of it, behind his sunglasses feeling like nobody knew, like he was invincible, like he was safe behind shields.
The old lady, walking her small white puffy dog, nodded as she passed by. Her violet hair glistened in the sunlight. Charlie nodded back. He felt his cheeks crease into a smile. She had soft blue eyes, and a slash of red lip stick across her mouth. Otherwise, the boardwalk was empty, just Charlie, the afternoon, the sun, the blue sky and the seagull hovering in the air.
He closed his eyes and watched the sun dance orange on the inside of his eyelids. Purple when he squeezed them tight. This was the art of keeping perfectly still beneath the gorgeous sun’s rays. Just breath.
He felt his shorts hugging him. He felt his singlet rub across his nipples. He felt a pleasing hum in his body. He pushed down on his crotch with the palm of his right hand surreptitiously. He could feel the tingle flow right through his entire body, from his perineum, up his spine to his shoulder blades. He could feel his desire instantly respond.
A gentle breeze blew. The sky dazzled with blue.
He rubbed his palms on his hairy thighs. The hair on his legs tickled and massaged his the palms of his hands. He felt agitated, in a really good way. Disturbed, magically so.
He could feel the hum, he could feel the buzz, he could feel the zzzz, the rumpa pa, the tum di dum, the Ta Da, the zsa zsa zsa!
Something touched Charlie’s foot. He looked down to see the wide panting mouth of a pug dog. The cute little dog jumped up and jumped up and jumped up again.
A well built blond guy walked up. Singlet. Shorts. iPod, ear phones, sunglasses. Barefoot. Back pack slung over one shoulder. “Buster!” he said. The pug spun around and tilted his head to one side. He had a hand rolled cigarette between his fingers. The sun shone down on his blonde hair, making it look golden. His skin was tanned.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” said Charlie.
He removed his sunglasses and took his earphones from each ear.
“I’m Harry.”
Charlie removed his sunglasses.
“I’m Charlie.” The sun was suddenly bright.
Harry smiled. “You seem… um… very chilled, my friend?”
“Me?” asked Charlie, somewhat surprised by the question.
Harry tilted his head and laughed, “Yes... you.”
Charlie shrugged. “You say it like it is a bad thing.”
“Really.” Harry said more as a statement than a question.
“High on rife… um… life,” said Charlie. Damn, he thought.
Harry shrugged. “I don’t believe you.”
“Don’t you?” said Charlie. “The blue sky, the fresh breeze.” Charlie gave Harry the once over. “The scenery. What is there not to be chilled about?”
Harry puffed on the cigarette and then offered it to Charlie. Charlie raised his eyebrows in question, as he pushed his hand through the air towards Charlie.
Charlie took the joint from Harry.
“Do you come down here much?” asked Harry.
Charlie puffed on the joint. He coughed as he exhaled. “No… not really. You?”
“Just to walk Buster.” Harry motioned with his chin towards the dog, now lying on the concrete looking up at them. Buster tilted his head when he heard his name and his curled tail wagged.
“Cute dog,” said Charlie. He handed the joint back to Harry.
Harry declined. “Finish it. I’m pretty ripped.”
“Actually, I’m… um.” Charlie shrugged. He put the smoke to his lips, it was just easier.
“Chilled, huh?”
“Huh.”
“You look chilled?”
Charlie laughed and slid his sunglasses back on. “The blue sky, the fresh breeze…”
“The scenery,” said Harry, mimicking Charlie. “It a great afternoon, the sun is shining, why not.”
Harry sat down on the wall next to Charlie and gazed out to sea as he puffed on the rest of the joint. “Makes me too horny.”
Charlie laughed. “Me too.”
Harry looked down at Charlie’s shorts. “Nice shorts.”
“Thanks.”
“Hot… really.” Harry raised his eyebrows and his forehead creased, and broke into a laugh that he seemed to try to not break into.
Charlie thought Harry had a sexy laugh.
Harry smiled and held Charlie's gaze longer than he should have.
Charlie knew what was coming next. He felt nervous and excited in equal measures.
"You live around here?" asked Harry.
“Just down the road.”
“Interesting,” said Harry.
Charlie decided to ignore the obvious implication, just for the moment. “In what sense?” He smiled, despite himself, he couldn’t seem to stop himself smiling.
“In the sense of those shorts you are wearing…”
“Say what?” said Charlie.
“Surely, you aren’t telling me that you wore those shorts to blend into the crowd.”
“Yes, I am,” said Charlie. He knew that wasn’t true, but he wasn’t going to be called out on it.
Harry flicked the finished butt onto the path. Buster raised his head and looked in the direction of where the butt landed.
“If I wasn’t trying to impress you,” said Charlie. “I’d give you a lecture on littering.”
“Are you trying to impress me?” asked Harry.
“Are you impressed?” asked Charlie.
“It’ll take a bit more to impress me.” Harry looked down at Charlie’s shorts, then looked up and smiled at Charlie.
Charlie instinctively spread his legs and leant back with his hands balancing behind him
“You are very tanned, you must hang out down here a lot?” said Harry.
“You are very buff, you must hang out at the gym a lot,” said Charlie.
“You’re very handsome, your daddy must be good looking.”
“Actually, my mum was a beauty queen,” said Charlie. “Miss Eastern Suburbs 1985.”
“That’s no surprise to me,” said Harry
Charlie smiled.
“That you came from the eastern suburbs,” said Harry. “Not that your parents were genetically blessed.”
They both laughed.
“I bet you were a private school boy,” said Harry.
Memories from Smithton Grammar School Kew flashed through his mind. “That seems like a life time ago now,” said Charlie.
“You’re not answering the question.”
“I know,” said Charlie. He smiled at Harry. He could feel a dull ache in his face from all the smiling he was doing. He must really like this guy, he thought. He hadn’t smiled so much since Carl flirted with him from the football field in year 12. “So where did you grow up?”
“The city.”
“Which part?”
“Here.”
“St Kilda Beach?”
“Well, not, actually, on the sand, you understand.”
“Very trendy.”
“Oh yes.”
“So, speedos and zinc cream for you, I presume.”
“Speedos and zinc cream,” Harry repeated.
“Speedos,” said Charlie. He looked at Harry and smiled. Harry’s blond hair glistened in the sun.
“And zinc cream,” said Harry. He smiled at Charlie. “If you took me home I’d show you my tan line.”
Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve got all the cheesy lines covered, haven’t you?”
“What do I have to do to see inside those shorts?”
Suddenly Charlie felt emboldened “Go on a date with me on Friday?”
“A date?”
“Yeah, a date,” said Charlie. “So I can get to know you better.”
“Old school,” said Harry.
Charlie shrugged. “Call it what you want, what do you say?”
Harry looked as though he was uncomfortable with the idea, he looked serious for the first time. He shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
“Are you going to come?” asked Charlie.
Harry smiled. “Sure.”
“No, really?” said Charlie. “Don’t say you are going to come, if you have no intention.”
“I said I would.”
“There is no harm, if you don’t want to, just say so now.”
“I will,” said Harry.
“You choose where we go then.”
“Me.”
“Yeah, that will tell me more about you than anything.”
Harry looked quizzical. “Okay.”
“Give me your phone number,” said Charlie.
Harry gave Charlie his number.
“Now, let me call it.” Charlie hit call on his phone.
The sound of a muffled phone started ringing. Harry pulled his phone out of his backpack. “See, it’s the real deal.”
“That’s not what…”
“Oh, it was too.”
Buster whined from the footpath in front of them.
“He wants to be fed,” said Harry.
“Okay,” said Charlie. “Until Friday then.”
Harry got to his feet, as did Buster. He spun around in circles. “Until Friday,” said Harry.
Charlie watched Harry walk away, his thick thighs, his sexy arse, his broad shoulders, his blond hair glistening in the sun.
Charlie could feel butterflies buzzing about in his stomach.
Harry spun around and smiled as brightly as the sun. “Wear a suit, then.”
“You are giving me a hardon,” Charlie called back.
A woman passed from the other direction with her young son. “Morning,” said Charlie, with a nod of his head.
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