Mark was working up a good sweat on his workout routine in the park. He'd texted his best friend, Adrian after drumming practice to join him, but of course the skinny twink had ignored it. Adrian really could use a buffing up if he ever wanted to get the ladies. That wasn't a problem from Mark of course.
With an athletic body, bad boy attitude and tattos down both his arms, Mark gave the vibe of a guy you couldn't tame.
Going for a final rep on the monkebars, Mark was interrupted halfway through by a timid little call of his name. Dropping down, Mark was surprised to see a blushing, nearly naked boy dressed in nothing but an oversized and partly see through t-shirt. But what was more shocking was that Mark recognized the kid.
"Adrian!?" No. This had to be Adrian's much younger brother or something...
"I... Mark, please. I need your help..." The blushing boy begged, ringing his baggy t-shirt. It hung off one of his sholders are was barely long enough to hide his crotch. Mark looked around, afraid someone would get the wrong idea from this scene. The breeze shifted and Mark got a scent of the boy's flowery perfume. He adjusted his suddenly excited cock in his pants hurriedly.
"Um, are you related to Adrian...?" The boy looked close to tears.
"I... I am Adrian," he sniffed. Mark was just puzzled. Did the brothers shear a name? Little Adrian continued.
"I made some bad choises and now I'm... I'm... I'm like this..." He spread his arms hopelessly, inadvertently lifting the hem of his t-shirt slightly. With the bright sunlight behind Adrian, Mark could see a clearly defined outline of the boy's surprising lushes curvy body. Slim waste. Bubble butt. Thick thighs. Slender arms. Long, silky straight, dark-gold hair just like the Adrian Mark knew and secretly jerked off thinking about. But this Adrian was like a concentration of all the factors that made Adrian cute and vulnerable. It was hard to spot for the front facing silhuett and the hem of the t-shirt that just barely covered it, but Adrian's little dick was very much stiff as well.
"You made yourself younger and more..." Mark tried thinking of a less diry word than "fuckable"; because damn, something about that body just screamed" fuck me!" He settled on, "...attractive." The blushing boy somehow got even more red faced. Adrian nodded shyly.
"Um... Can we maybe talk somewhere with less people...?" Adrian suggested. Mark nodded, picking up his water bottle and towel.
"Yeah. Sure..." He lead Adrian back towards his own student complex. Adrian scurried two steps for every step Mark made. As they went to cross the road, Adrian instinctively took Mark by the hand. Mark couldn't help it, but lift the arm up slightly more as they walked past the cars that had stopped, exposing Adrian's nudity beheath. The yelp Adrian gave was very fun, and it was quite amazing how despite the boy's struggle, his pull on Marks hand was laughable weak.
Mark's apartment was at the very top of a seperate student apartment complex. Seventh floor. A great view, but a bitch having to wait for the elevators for.
Once inside the enclosed elevator, Adrian's floral scent grew more distinct. Mark found himself fantasizing about quite wild things. And by the looks of things, the other students that had entered the elevator had similar ideas. Mark had worried they'd all think he was some creep or pervert taking this half naked little guy back to his apartment. But clearly they were all more jealous than anything. Mark could see them adjusting their pants and stealing glances Adrian's way. Adrian however was hiding as best he could in the corner behind Mark's legs. Mark wondered if he'd have to defend the boy to keep him for himself. He'd found him first after all. Wait. What was he thinking. They were just going to the apartment to talk.
One by one, the other occupants reluctantly left for their floors until only Adrian and Mark remained to step into the seventh floor. Adrian clung to Mark as they walked across the balconies. Maybe this really was Adrian then. He definitely had Adrian's fear of hights.
Once inside the apartment, Adrian ran inside as if releaved to no longer be out in public. Mark locked the door and tried to clear his mind of dirty thoughts. He needed a cold shower or something before he did something to his vulnerable best friend.
"I'm taking a quick shower. Make yourself at home in the meantime."