William didn't talk much. Mostly monosyllabic words were said. But Chad was like a school girl in love, and Bruiser loved it. Chad gushed about how firm his muscles were, and how big and strong, and how his natural scent was intoxicating. Bruiser nearly blew his load twice with Chad's intense cuddling. Chad was an expert in foreplay, but this was the first time that he planned to bottom. The more he talked to William, and the more he held on to him, the more Chad wanted William to be his first to pop his cherry.
Too soon they reached their destination, 69 S. Gay Street. It was a pretty nondescript grey building that had once been painted green, but the green had mostly faded, and large flecks of grey stone dominated the facade. At a distance, Chad had thought it was moss growing on the building. Far less romantic up close. The only sign was a brass plaque above a doorbell.
"GANYMEDE'S SPA - RING BELL."
"Well, I guess, we're here. Um, I don't think I'll be more than a couple hours," Chad said glancing at his watch. So how about you pick me up here at 8 PM. And bring condoms, um. You know I'm a virgin, and I want you to be the man to pop my cherry," Chad blushed and turned away.
Instinctively, William reached out and hugged Chad.
"Bring condoms, check. I'll be here at 8, doll boy."
He released Chad, and as the twink boy walked up the steps to the buzzer, Bruiser stepped forward and swatted Chad's ass.
"You better be here, boy."
"Yes, sir," gushed Chad.
Both men were sporting major boners as they parted. Chad pushed the bell, and noticed that someone had had put decorative white half pillars on the door frame to give the plain entrance a more classical Greek look. He hoped their tanning services were better. He wanted to look his best for William.
The door opened.