3 comments/ 2684 views/ 4 favorites The Final Path Ch. 01 By: MaleTitan My first story attempt here. This is just the opening taste. No sex here yet. Got some story building to do first. Enjoy. ***** I sighed to myself. Another night of me sitting in the dark. Another night of waiting. And waiting. I tried to ignore the mild chill as I sat there. Waiting. It probably wouldn't have been as bad if I had known what I was waiting for, but I had no idea. I was drawn here. To this park, to this very bench. Had been since I was a child and my family had moved to one of the houses just across the street. I could ignore it. I mean, I'm not crazy or anything. But if I don't come, it just doesn't feel right. Everything feels... Sideways? Oh hell, I don't know how to explain it. But there it is. Oh, I nearly forgot. My name is Jayson. I'm now 27, about five foot eleven and 180 pounds. Brown hair and blue eyes round out my physical appearance I suppose. So for the countless night in a row, I sat on my park bench, just waiting. As always, about an hour after the sun had disappeared, the feeling began to fade and I got up and returned to my home. I sighed as I locked the door behind me. Tugging off my shoes, I then left them beside the door before climbing the stairs to the second story. The moment I was in my room, I pulled off my shirt. 'Not bad' I thought to myself. Definitely not a gym bunny, but I did take care of myself. With only a small patch of hair between my pecs and my happy trail starting just below my belly button and disappearing at the waist of my jeans, I wasn't smooth, but not very hairy. A nice middle ground. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. I collapsed into bed in my boxer briefs, barely bothering to cover myself with the comforter. I felt sleep pulling me into its embrace. My last conscious thought before it took me was 'maybe tomorrow I'll finally be done waiting.' ************** The fierce wind stung my face making my eyes water. Though it was hard to see, I knew this place. I had been here before. The barren and rocky ground beneath my bare feet wasn't ideal, but I trudged forward anyway. I had to keep moving forward. I couldn't stop now. Not now. Not after everything that had happened. Not after I had come so far. A sharp rock bit into my tender foot. I winced at the pain and knew it was bleeding, but not even this would stop me. Nothing would stop me. I would get there. I would find him. I had to find him. And nothing would stop me. ********* I woke up gasping for air. It had been months said I had had one of those dreams. I had finally allowed myself to hope that they were behind me now. Apparently I was wrong. I laid there for a few moments, letting myself fully settle back into reality. Once I felt calm, I sat up and inhaled deeply. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, but the moment I stood up, I winced. My foot hurt. It wasn't bleeding, but the pain from the cut was surely there... What was happening to me? Maybe I was wrong before. Maybe I am crazy... No. That can't be it. I know I'm not crazy. It must be... Oh, what are they called? Night terrors? Yea, that's it. Where your dream is so realistic your body manifest what happened. That was all this pain is. I did my best to ignore it as I got out of bed and went about my usual morning routine: a piss, brush teeth, some toast, getting dressed, then off to work. I found myself extremely great fun for the nice weather as I walked down to the office building where I work. As for my work, it's nothing fancy. Human resources and occasionally public relations with a big business. I felt like most of my time was spent getting yelled at or easing peoples fears. Not that I'm complaining. I love my job. I know how odd that sounds, but I really do. Usually I can usually calm people and get to the root of the problem. Most the time, once you can do that, the rest is easy. I walked into my small office, and was just about to get the list of problems already waiting for me when there was a knock on the door. I figured it was a boss, being so early, so I didn't even look up as I said "come in". I looked up as somebody cleared their throat and found myself feeling completely lost. I had never seen this man before, but something deep inside me screamed that this was what I had been waiting for. All these years of waiting at that park, and it was him I had been waiting for. This man who was now standing in my office. I hadn't needed to wait. He found me in the end... The Final Path Ch. 02 I couldn't believe my eyes. The man from my dreams was sitting in front of me. Right there. Flesh and blood. I hadn't thought he was real. How could he be? But here he was, and if the name on the office door was any indication, his name was Jayson. God, he was beautiful. I tried to focus, to remember why I was even here. But I couldn't. He seemed as stunned as me. What was this? What was going on between us? Who is this man and what does he have to do with me? Questions kept distracting me. I had to get a grip! I bit down on the inside of my cheek, the pain helping to refocus my mind. "Hi, I'm Markus. I was sent down here to ask about a donation for the local youth shelter." I stood there why he attempted to regain his composure. After a moment, I cleared my throat. That seemed to help. "Oh, yes. Please, sit down. A donation? I have to run those by upper management. Let's look at the details." I smiled, in the hopes that we would both relax. "Thanks." I took the seat across his desk from him. I did my best to ignore the tingling sensation that danced a crossed my skin. "Like I said, I was hoping your company could donate to the youth shelter I volunteer at. We are desperately underfunded and anything you could do would help." ******** I scribbled notes on a sheet of paper in front of me. Amount he was seeking, the name of the shelter, what the funds would be used for. All the stuff my bosses would need to see before putting their stamp of approval on it. Usually if I thought it was a good cause and wasn't to much, my bosses would okay it. After, it's good for the company image and provides a tax break. It was making me glad for all those years in college. I had become a pro at jotting things down while bring distracted. He was taller than me, but not by to much. Six one, if I had to guess. His build was a bit bigger than mine too. Okay, decently bigger. God how I wanted to know how it felt to be held in those well muscled arms! Not to mention his beautiful sandy blonde hair and piercing emerald green eyes. I felt electrified with him being here, and unless I missed my mark, he felt something too. Hopefully something very similar to what I felt. I had to see him again. "I'm sorry, but it appears that I missed your name." "Markus." God, what a beautiful name! His voice was deep, but so smooth. Maybe he was an angel. How was I going to get to see him again? No way I could muster the courage to ask him out. "So Jayson, should I stop by later in the week to check on the status of everything?" "Uh, um... Yes. Friday. I should know by Friday." Fuck! I just stammered like a fool when he was solving my problem! Shit, I'm hopeless! ******** Damn he was cute as he stuttered. I could help as I left his office. I had wanted to shake his hand, but as he didn't offer it, it didn't happen. I know that I should have offered, but with my skin buzzing as it was, I wasn't going to move in. Might have shocked him. Literally. Not exactly the lasting image I wanted to create. I wandered out of the building, a joy filling me. I couldn't remember ever feeling so... Content. Everything in the world seemed just so perfectly right. I knew that the feeling wouldn't last, but I also knew I would go to bed with a name to go with the face that occupied my dreams for what seemed like forever. Jayson... In took a deep breath, letting the warm spring air fill my lungs, before I headed down toward the center. I wasn't scheduled to volunteer there today, but with a mood this good, you just have to share it. Those kids deserved some joy, so I would try to be a bright spot in their day. ******** I could only sit there as Markus left the room. I knee I should stand, shake his hand, see him out, but I wasn't sure I could move. More than anything, I wanted to touch him, but I wasn't sure I would be able to stop once I started. And I didn't even know if he was gay. Not that that stopped the thoughts of me tasting him from running through my head. I couldn't ever remember any guy making me feel like this. I wanted him more than anybody else in my life. And not just his absolutely to die for body, either. Now that the initial shock was wearing off, I found myself wanting to know everything about him. His past, his liked, disliked, views on every topic. I wanted to know every little thing. The biggest problem was I had no idea. For as great as a people person as I am at work, I'm actually very socially awkward. There are rules at work. A proper way to ask questions. Hell, proper questions. In a nonwork setting, all bets are off. Shit. Well, at least I have till Friday to figure this out.