Short Term Relationship.

Note: This story is completely fictional. It’s 100% made up and any similarities to real life are purely coincidental. This story contains graphic descriptions of adult gay situations.

Authors Note: Hi, welcome to my story “Short Term Relationship.”, this is not a series. I thought I would attempt a one off short story to tide you over until the start of my next big series which I am currently working on. Also it gave me a nice break from my other story and I found it really enjoyable to write.

This is also an entry for the CAW 9 writing challenge. I hope you enjoy reading it! 🙂

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Short Term Relationship.


Hello there. Entries like this usually begin with a name, but I’m not going to tell you mine for the simple reason that I would rather remain anonymous. I will however tell you that I am 23 years old, I am male and I am gay. I am single now but I haven’t been for very long, a matter of hours to be frank. I was with Gabriel for less than one day and already our relationship is over. I feel like I need to tell this story to somebody, but seeing as I am closeted and nobody I know has any knowledge of my homosexuality, I don’t really have anybody to talk to. So I thought I would tell my story to you, who knows, maybe you will even enjoy hearing it. So anyway, here goes nothing.

My story begins at half past four in the afternoon yesterday, in the small café diner on the corner of Herring street down by the beach at the bottom of the hill. It was a hot day yesterday as you will remember, so the cool climate in the air conditioned café was a welcome relief after spending practically the whole day lying on the beach under the baking hot sun. I stared out through the dirty diner window at the incoming ocean waves as they gently licked at the sand. As I sipped from my cup of tea, white with two sugars, I noticed a chap, about my age, or maybe a little younger, staring at me from the table in the other corner of the room. He was sitting alone like me, with a bacon sandwich on a small white plate and a glass of what I assumed was lemonade with ice and a green wedge of lime. He was a good looking man, he had medium length sandy blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes, smooth tanned skin with a small blemish on his top lip. He simply watched as I drank my tea and I couldn’t stop myself from looking back across the room into his vacant, yet enticing blue eyes. He smiled at me and gestured with his hand for me to come over and join him at his table. I saw no reason why I shouldn’t and thought it would be rude not to, so I stood up, plucked my cup of tea from the table and walked over to where he was sat, still subtly smiling. I took the seat opposite him and placed my tea cup on the small glass table. It made a ‘clink’ sound as it hit the hard glass surface.

“Hello” he said, “I’m Gabriel”, as he offered me his hand as a greeting.

I shook his hand in politeness and replied with a basic hello and I told him my name. He asked me what I had been doing that day and I told him that I had been simply relaxing on the beach and watching the world go by, which of course turned out to be exactly what he had been doing also. Anyway we began conversing and amazingly, we seemed to get on like a house on fire. We had a lot in common. We both enjoyed literature, movies and walking. As the conversation developed, I found myself becoming increasingly focused on his attractive face. I watched his plump, almost shiny red lips pucker and stretch as the words flowed effortlessly from his wonderful mouth. His blue eyes were like nothing I’ve seen, so deep and full of life. I watched them dart sharply up and down, from side to side as he took casual glances around the café and out of the window before returning his gaze to the depths of my soul. You can imagine my embarrassment when I was unable to answer his question. The fact was that I hadn’t heard it because my attention had been fixed onto his pure and amazing, undeniable beauty.

I felt most ashamed as I asked “Sorry, what was the question?”.

He giggled pleasantly as he smirked and peered out of the window shyly and re-asked me his question; “Do you come here often? Or is this your first visit?”

I was sure from his shyness that he had picked up on my frankly blatant attraction to him. I tried to regain my dignity by looking him in the eye and answering his question as best I could. I assumed when he asked me if I came here often, that he was referring to the area, the beach as opposed to the café.

“Yes I come here as often as I can get away with,” I replied with a smile, doing my best to make eye contact without my words disappearing into the oceans in his eyes, “I live not far from here so I like to come here in my free time and relax. And what about you? Do you come here much?” I asked trying to shift the focus back onto him to cover my embarrassment.

He proceeded to tell me that he owned a property just around the corner which he used as a holiday home so that he could get away from the pressures of everyday life. He had been staying there for the past week and was on his way back to his primary home tomorrow.

So anyway, we continued to talk for what I predict must have been the next quarter of an hour or so, and as I said, we got on like a house on fire. He had obviously felt the connection too, because the next thing I knew, we were leaving the café together! He had invited me back to his holiday home so that we could continue our conversation in peace and so he could show me around his property which he had been telling me about.

While walking, I noticed that he would occasionally sneak a look at the posterior of the gentleman who was walking in front of us. I had suspected that he might too be homosexual back in the diner when he shyly shrugged off the fact that I was obviously attracted to him, but I didn’t know for sure. Now however, it was beginning to become clearer that he was indeed gay just like myself. Again I noticed him watching the young man’s pert buttocks, hypnotically swaying from side to side as he walked. I couldn’t resist it.

“See something you like?” I asked suggestively, giving him a gentle nudge with my elbow.

His head darted swiftly up, his eyes widening as he looked back at me. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to, his blushing cheeks said it all. I knew from that moment for sure that he was gay.

“Don’t worry,” I reassured, “you’re in good company”.

He smiled at me and placed his hand upon my shoulder. I know it sounds ludicrous but that was the first time we had made physical contact since we originally shook hands, and it sent electricity through my body in its entirety. The simplest of touches can occasionally have the most profound effect on a person, if the situation is right. He removed his hand and we continued to walk. We turned into a side road, leaving the pert bottomed young man to depart down the main street.

Gabriel then raised his arm and pointed to a gorgeous villa type building at the end of the short road. I had never seen anything like it in my life, beautiful. It was a single story building, white with big glass windows covering what must have been around fifty percent of its front face. It was surrounded with luscious greenery, with a white gravel driveway leading right up to the main entrance. I felt my bottom jaw fall away from the rest of my face and I stopped dead in my tracks. Gabriel then casually remarked:

“This is it”.

I paused before replying in shock “That’s your holiday home?”!

“Indeed it is. Do you like it?”

“Like it? It is fabulous!” I exclaimed in a rather camp fashion.

He laughed quietly and smiled again before moving off and heading toward the small understated metal gateway, swinging it open and gesturing with his hands for me to enter. I acknowledged his hand movements with a polite nod and stepped eagerly through the open gateway onto the drive. The gravel crunched and shifted around noisily under my open summer footwear as I steadily trod forward in the direction of the stylish glasswork entrance. When I reached the steps to the elevated front porch I stopped and stood to one side. Gabriel walked past me and climbed the steps. He placed his readied key into the lock, twisted it ninety degrees and with a push the door swung open. He entered and stood on the other side of the doorway. Holding the door open he said;

“Come on in and I’ll go and brew us some tea”.

“Sounds like an excellent idea” I agreed, and I followed his lead into the hallway.

“Am I to take it that you approve of the house then?” Gabriel questioned sarcastically, a wry grin appearing on his face.

I just smiled at him as I took notice of how strange I must have been acting from his point of view. I turned my attention back to him, although I still took the opportunity to admire our fine location at every chance I got. It was just as sleek and stylish inside as it was out let me tell you, I would give my left arm to be the owner a house like his holiday home. I can only imagine what his primary home must be like; I should imagine it to be quite superb. One thing which did strike me though, was the distinct lack of pictures or photographs; in fact I didn’t really see any in the short time I was in the house. In the brief period in which I thought about it, I did think it was strange, however I shrugged it off, ‘he probably keeps his photos in his primary home’ I thought to myself.

“How do you take your tea?” Gabriel asked closing the glass door with his right hand and placing his keys down onto a small wooden table with his left.

“White, with two sugars would be lovely” I replied.

“Ah, a man after my own heart.” He commented back.

I followed him through to his surprisingly basic kitchen and we continued to talk about relatively boring things until the tea was ready to drink and he invited me outside onto his patio, where I noticed that he had a swimming pool.

“Do you swim?” I questioned in the hope that we might take a dip at some time.

It was such a hot day and I would have taken any opportunity to cool off. Also, the notion of seeing Gabriel, as stunning as he was, in only a pair of swimming shorts only added to my desire to get into the pool.

“I do, in fact I greatly enjoy a splash in the pool every now and then. I had it built in the summer of last year because I was tired of having to wash the salt from my eyes after a swim in the ocean” he answered taking a sip of his tea.

“Oh my, yes!” I responded in certain agreement, “Isn’t it atrocious when you get sea water in your eyes!”.

“It most definitely is. I mean I love a swim in the sea as much as the next man but I much prefer my nice clean swimming pool. Hey do you feel like a swim?”.

I was overjoyed that he had picked up on my subtle hint. I felt like my prayer had been answered, that was until it dawned on me that I would now have to suffer that awkward moment when we would each have to strip down in front of each other. It was too late now however, it would have been rude of me to turn down his very kind offer after I had dropped the hint in the first place. I had to accept Gabriel’s invitation, so I did. Thankfully I then was able to calm myself a little as I remembered that I was already wearing my swimming shorts underneath my short-cut trousers from when I had been in the sea earlier that day. However, I would still have to control myself, body and mind, as Gabriel readied himself for a swim, so I wasn’t quite out of the woods yet.

As we walked over to the small white table and chair set which sat next to the pool, it was Gabriel who made the first move. The first thing he did was place his cup of tea on the floor, down by the side of the pool, bending over in front of me as he did so. As you can imagine, that didn’t help one bit in terms of trying to control myself! I felt myself twitch down below as I got the most amazing view of Gabriel’s perfect round buttocks, still in his tight black trousers as he lowered his tea to the ground in front of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d have to say that he was acting deliberately. Surely he could have just put his tea on the table otherwise. He raised his upper body back upright after releasing his grip on the tea cup. Then, turning towards the garden chair which sat by the corner of the swimming pool, he placed his hands underneath his light blue t-shirt, and pulled it majestically and swiftly up over his head. I had a side on view as his stunning, and quite perfect body was revealed like some epic prize on the world’s greatest game show. I simply stared like a fool as he threw the t-shirt over the chair and moved onto the button on the waist band of his trousers. I’m almost positive that he knew I was watching his every move, but at least he didn’t seem to mind it. After tweaking the button undone and sliding down his zipper, he removed his hands from his trousers and used them to remove his footwear. He then stopped and turned to look at me.

“Oh my, I almost forgot I had company” Gabriel remarked as if he didn’t know I had been gawping at him like the local village idiot. “I’ve gotten so used to being here alone that I was about to dive in naked. Do forgive me, you must excuse me while I go and find something suitable to wear in the pool. Why not go ahead and jump in, I’ll be back right away.”

I was so turned on by the thought of this super sexy man swimming naked that I almost told him not to bother with the swimwear, but I didn’t want to overstep the mark so I allowed him to leave.

“I’m in no hurry,” I said out of politeness, “I’ll just get in like you suggested”.

As soon as I saw him disappear into the building, I rapidly whipped my t-shirt off over my head, removed my sandals and my short trousers as well as my wrist watch so that I was wearing only my baggy white swimming shorts, and I jumped into the pool with a splash. At least I would no longer have to go through the awkwardness of having to remove my clothes in front of him. Although I do my best to keep in a good shape, and I feel that I have a reasonably pleasant looking body, I knew I was nothing compared to Gabriel!

I swam slowly over to the opposite end of the fairly small pool, relishing the feeling of the cool water flowing pleasantly over my smooth skin. It was so refreshing, I really needed to cool myself, and this felt like the perfect way to do it. When I got to the other side, I turned back around to face the house and I leant up against the side of the pool to wait for Gabriel to return. At the risk of appearing over interested, I wanted to give myself the optimal view when he came back.

To my surprise, when Gabriel re-emerged from the house, he was still wearing his half undone black trousers from before. I felt disappointed that I was deprived of the chance to see this stunning young gentleman leave his house, walk towards me and enter the water in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. I had been looking forward to it tremendously, but it now appeared that it would have to remain a fantasy for me. It was then however that my disappointment faded and was replaced with massive anticipation and excitement as he called across the patio:

“Well, it appears that I have misplaced my trunks. I’m afraid I don’t normally bother with the darn things, and so I have no clue as to whether I even own a pair anymore. Would it bother you if I went without?”

I just stared at him, mouth ajar, completely unable to produce any words. I felt like Christmas had come early. He stared awkwardly back at me for a few seconds before I realised that I had to answer his question soon, or he’d begin to think of me as an utter buffoon.

“N-not at all” I managed to stutter nervously.

I felt my manhood twitch once more as my brain came to terms with what was about to happen. By this time, I was experiencing a deep lust for Gabriel. I didn’t know how I was going to control myself when it would happen. All I knew was that I was unable to remove my eyes from the gorgeous figure of a man in front of me.

“Hmm…” he sounded cautious, “are you sure it won’t bother you? I could always go and search again if you wish?”

“No, don’t be silly!” I exclaimed rather too enthusiastically, now desperate for this fantasy encounter to take place, “It doesn’t bother me one bit. It’s your pool, you can do as you please in it.”

With that, Gabriel smiled at me with a wicked grin. I felt as if I had done enough to convince him that I was calm and cool about it, and also that I was not overly excited! If he’d thought that I was too over enthusiastic about seeing his nakedness, I was worried that it may well have put him off or perhaps made him feel uncomfortable about doing it.