Jimmy's one perfect rose

(Part 1 from 2. Fiction.)

Jimmy watched silently from across the bar as the young black man got up, left a tip and walked out alone. This was the third Friday night in a row that he’d seen him there and it was driving him nuts. He thought the guy looked perfect. He was probably about 5’3 and close to 150lbs. He sported braids (not dredlocks) that were shoulder length and beautiful brown eyes. He had a cute little bubble butt and a waist that he could probably wrap both hands around at the same time. He wanted him. But, who was he? He sighed, got up and walked into the mens room. He didn’t have to pee or anything, he just wanted to make sure he looked ok before he tried catching up with this guy. He passed through the mens room door and walked right up to the mirror. Staring back at him were piercing blue eyes, blond hair and a clean shaven face. He had a healthy tan and full rosy lips. He stood at 5’8 and weighed 160lbs. He had a nice build and (more importantly) 7 ½ inches of meat when hard. Not to big but not at all small. He quickly stepped back from the mirror, turned and left the mens room. 

Making his way through the crowded, smokey bar, he finally reached outside. He looked up the street and saw nobody. He turned around and saw the object of his desire walking slowly in the opposite direction. Walking briskly, he soon caught up behind him, but proceeded to pass him so as not to alarm him. When he was about 10 feet in front of him, he paused in front a shop window and waited for the young man to catch up. As the other guy slowly approached, Jimmy turned around and asked him the time.


“Why don’t you check the watch on your wrist?” He asked with a slight smile.
Jimmy looked down at his wrist and his face colored slightly when he saw his watch looking back at him. “Ok,” he said simply. “You caught me! I obviously don’t need the time but, I would like to have a little of your time if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah,” the young man answered back with a smile. “And why is that?
“Well, for the past three weekends I’ve seen you at the bar. You arrive alone and you leave alone. I just thought that you might want some company.”
“Wow!” The stranger exclaimed. “Straight and to the point.”
“Is that good?”
“Nope!” He side-stepped Jimmy and started walking away.
“Wait!” Jimmy said quickly. “Ok that was a lit-tle forward on my part but, I can’t help it. I’m kind’ve aggressive and used to getting what I want.”
“And what do you want from me?”
“How about your name?”
“You first.”
“My name is Jimmy,” he said as he stuck out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
The guy paused, sighed and clasped Jimmy’s hand with his own. “I’m Timothy.”
“Well Timothy would you indulge me for just a few minutes and have a cup of coffee? I only live around the corner.”
“You’re not going to give up until I say yes right?”
Jimmy grinned broadly. “Nope!”
“Ok Jimmy,” he smiled back. “Coffee it is! “You’re not a mass murderer or anything are you?”
“If I told you yes,” Jimmy said solemnly. “I’d have to kill ‘ya!”

Ten minutes later, Timothy found himself inside Jimmy’s third floor apartment. Very cozy. It was big enough for two people but only one lived there. It was nicely furnished with four rooms and a balcony that boasted southern exposure. They were seated inside the living room on the couch and they were each nursing a beer. Jimmy had run out of coffee.
“So,” Jimmy said casually. “How come such a beautiful person, such as yourself, is always alone?”
“Bad break-up,” Timothy said calmly. “Happened about three months ago and I’m just getting back to having a social life.”
“I can be social,” Jimmy smiled.
Timothy cocked an eyebrow and smiled lazily at him. “You are aggressive…aren’t you? But, I’m more of a romantic and I haven’t found one just like me yet. For example, I would do anything for one perfect rose!”
Jimmy got up and opened the balcony doors. He disappeared off to the side humming just loud enough so Timothy could hear him. “Close your eyes,” he called from outside. Timothy closed his eyes and heard him come back into the room and close the balcony doors.
“Ok,” Jimmy said. “Open your eyes.”
When he opened them there stood Jimmy holding a long stemmed rose. It was a dark red velvety color and it had the sweetest fragrance coming from it’s open petals.
“My God,” Timothy breathed in deeply. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy replied. “It is and so are you. But you did say that you would do anything for one perfect rose.”
Timothy smiled. “Yes I guess I did.” 

He reached up and started stroking the obvious mound behind Jimmy’s jeans. He felt it harden through the material and marveled at how quickly he was able to make him do that. With one hand, he unzipped his jeans and reached inside. To his delight He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He felt the velvety softness of Jimmy’s hard cock and shuddered slightly at the warmth emanating from it. Jimmy’s legs started to quiver with anticipation as Timothy stroked him to complete hardness. He gazed down at the beautiful young man sitting before him, and sighed deeply as Timothy freed his aching nuts and wooden cock from the confines of his jeans. While continuing to stroke Jimmy’s cock, Timothy placed the rose down on the couch beside him and reached up to unsnap Jimmy’s jeans. Jimmy pushed them down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Then he reached down and pulled Timothy up so that they were facing each other. Not wasting anytime, Jimmy quickly unsnapped Timothy’s pants and helped him slide them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them also. To Jimmy’s delight, Timothy was also not wearing any underwear. His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his belly. Jimmy pulled him into a warm embrace and brought their lips together. He stroked Timothy’s ass as he probed his mouth with his tongue. God this guy tasted good he thought to himself. He groaned inwardly as Timothy reached between them to stroke their hard dicks together with his hands. He increased the pressure over Timothy’s mouth and tried to stick his tongue even further down his throat. 

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