Mutually Experimental [BxB]

1 - Specimen. [Warning: Contains explicit s****l scenes between two men. If that's not your type of book then please refrain from adding this to your library.] Rated 18+ 2021@Marcel4eva “Um, Clay I'd like to leave now,” Tina's squeaky voice from the other side of the door was barely audible over the sound of the shower water. “Mom's home alone and Daniel's got the flu. They need me.”   “Oh, bye then... f**k!” Clay cussed when the soap he was holding slipped right through his fingers to the floor. Blindly, he bent down, slapping around and trying to get a grip on it. He found it and stood up, only to ram his head on the shower nook. He shut his eyes tight, absorbing the pain. “Tell Donna I said hello!” he yelled back. “She still owes me her regular stack of cookies for last week!”                        “Not my problem. Well, I have to leave now if I hope to catch the afternoon bus. You've got a new neighbour out front who just borrowed a few boxes. Better get out fast to make sure he didn't take anything extra!”   “Okie!” Clay sighed, turning the shower back on to let the cold water wash away the soap suds from his eyes. “See you later!”   She'd gone already.   The previous week hadn't been easy for the both of them as they'd discussed the necessary things which Clay had anticipated she'd ask sooner or later. Now they lived apart, their goodbyes were still deep-rooted.   It was difficult not seeing each other because they'd shared the same circle of friends for three years straight. Everything was still amicable between them given the circumstances.   Tina found it hard believing than understanding but she was brave and calm enough to make it through his entire confession without a teardrop or wail. Rather, she was in disbelief at the sort of man she'd sold her heart to all these years since they both graduated. They'd talked for hours on that long night when Clay sat and taught her a part of him he'd been hiding all these years.   He was gay, and a future together was impossible.   “Maybe I should leave you alone for some days to be sure of this, because... It doesn't make sense. I've never imagined you like that.” She'd said, trying her hardest to hold her tears back.   “I'm sure,” he nodded, never really meeting her eyes since it all started. From his peripheral vision, he saw them reddened from unshed tears. He could read the hurt and betrayal in her eyes. “I've always known it'd come down to this. I think I found pleasure in lying to myself all this time.”   Ending the relationship with Tina hadn't been easy for Clay too. They'd been together since the first year at Long Island University — for four years — and lived in the same apartment for three. They enjoyed each other's company and everything was smooth between them. Tina had her hopes up about their chemistry leading into something much more while Clay felt they were more like friends than lovers. He tried to ignore the fact though, but a truth buried for so long couldn't stay hidden anymore. He feigned tiredness anytime she demanded s*x, blaming it on work pressure. He thought that the longer they stayed with each other, the faster it'd take the frisson to burn out. He later realized there was no such spark to even begin with but Tina's hanging around his family paved her way into his mother's heart and before he would be persuaded to take Tina up the altar, he decided to come clean and own up that he'd never be comfortable in a s****l relationship with a woman. He wasn't totally out of the closet yet; Tina only knew he couldn't marry her.   Tina's shock eventually simmered down to resignation and acceptance, though Clay wasn't sure she was in full support of this life he had to live and wouldn't be finding him a partner soon, he only had to wish for their friendship to survive his confession. It had all began with friendship for the both of them and Clay wanted things to remain that way.   He stepped onto the bathmat and dried off, towelling his toned pecs and abs down to his stomach before wrapping the towel around his lean hips. He took off a blue napkin from the rack hanging over the window above the pedestal and dabbed his hair roughly. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, the huge bags beneath his eyes looked like they'd been stitched in place by a sewing machine due to lack of sleep. He raked a hand through his dark hair which had a few wet streaks here and there. He heard the entrance door open and slam at intervals, the tread of feet coming up the corridor towards him and back out again.   Darn! It must be the new neighbour. Who gave him the right to barge into my house like that?   “s**t!” he cursed searching frantically for the new pair of boxers he was sure he brought along with him into the bathroom. On second thought, he recalled leaving it on the floor in his haste to have a quick bath. He gripped his towel with one hand and twisted the doorknob, letting himself out in the clear corridor. He hurried down to his room at a corner, pushed the door open and froze. Right there before him was the hottest, sexiest, outrageously perfect specimen of a man he'd ever seen outside Gay porn or male model catalogues.   Clay's eyes took in the waist first; slim and tapered down to a nice butt then shifted up chestward, resting on the width of those shoulders. The man had a tight fitted maroon coloured shirt with the name ‘SAM’ in bold capital letters. The shirt was stretched above tanned muscles and stopped over the guy's butt where his belt loops hung a bit low on his arse. Clay couldn't stop his eyes from trailing farther down his exposed thighs where a flower tattoo was pasted. Lovely, exceptionally lovely. It was then Clay managed to get a wind of his mind and realized he was fantasizing about a stranger's thighs. A total stranger whose girth was enough to break him in half without a whiff.   Clay felt his face flame and the heat from his blush climb up his neck and face in instant mortification. He lifted his eyes to the man's face and did a double breath take when his c**k swelled up with just a look; chiselled jaw, high cheekbones with a thin line of moustache running along his upper lip. Clay found himself staring at blue eyes which were fixed on his lips. “Uh, hello?” he squeaked awkwardly, feeling out of place in his own apartment.   The man's eyes dragged up to his face. “Hello mate!” he smiled boyishly. “Let me just grab this little box over here and I'll leave you to...you know...stuff.”   Clay watched him step away from the yellow striped shorts on the floor as he picked up the empty box, his biceps bulged with each movement of his arms as he bent to pick up the shorts too. “Here you go.” he tossed it over. Clay caught it smartly, before proceeding to thrust it deeper into the dirty clothes pile he had hidden at a corner. He moved aside to let Sam pass, turning away quietly to will his c**k to behave.   “Nice meeting you.” he tapped Clay's arm gently, his shoulders brushing against Clay's in the passing and Clay shut his eyes briefly to savour the tingle that little body contact left him with.   “I'll come over to help you out in a minute.” Clay couldn't help but blurt out, swallowing hard as Sam beamed at him before slowly edging out through the doorway. His height toppled over the doorframe slightly and made Clay's moderate figure of six foot two insignificant. This guy was a whole six foot six.   Clay riveted his gaze down to his arse once more, unconsciously running his tongue over his bottom lips at those fleshy, round cakes which filled his shorts out nicely.   Damn! Clay's c**k throbbed the more under his towel.