Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

much better at talking to other people but at least with them I could usually say a full sentence.
    “W-What?” I repeated more hesitantly, proud I only stuttered once. Hoping a one word answer counted as a full sentence.
    Brian smiled his trademark smile that always made my cock hard and my knees soft. Luckily, I was sitting and the comic covered my crotch so I didn’t have to try to hide my erection this time. “I asked you to come to my house next Friday night. My sister is using my place to have a party and I want you to come.” I was about to shake my head, like I always do when he invites me out for drinks, bowling or whatever the guys were doing. “It’s a superhero party, you have to come. There's a prize for best costume.”
    Instead of shaking my head, I just stared up at him, my mouth open. Was he serious? “Come on, you have a week and a half to get ready. You can even wear a mask, hide your identity if you want,” he probably thought I’d be more comfortable if no one knew who I was. Ha! Poor Brian, little did he know that nothing makes me comfortable in social situations.
    “I-I’ll consider the o-option,” I stammered. Breaking away from his mesmerizing eyes, I managed to look back at my comic. I figured I should make the effort and go, it's not like it would hurt to get out there and try to meet people. I was twenty-five, and couldn't remember the last time I had sex. Was it in college? Yeah, it was probably time to start putting myself out there, as scary as that thought was.
    “Hey,” he said grabbing my chin and tilting my face up. He slid his hand up my cheek, and adjusted my glasses before brushing my hair behind my ear. He rested his hand there, rubbing little circles on my cheek with his thumb. Luckily I was so stunned into silence that I just sat there, without moving and didn't start panting like a dog in heat. “You’ll have fun, I promise.” I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination but I think his voice sounded huskier than usual. There seemed to be a lot of innuendo behind that statement. He removed his hand and whispered, “Please come,” and I almost did, right in my pants. Without waiting for me to react, he straightened and headed for the door. I watched as he left the break room, happy as can be, while I sat there with an aching cock, a forgotten comic, and dirty fantasies I didn’t think could possibly come true.
    What was all that low talking and hand on my face about? Was he gay? Did he like me? Yeah right! Even if he was gay, he wouldn’t want a skinny nerd like me. There was no way Brian actually wanted me ‘like that’. With that happy thought, I stood up to get back to my office. As soon as I looked down, I realized I had a raging hard on. Apparently, the memo that Brian was not into me never got to my cock. Awesome. Now I’d have to slip into the bathroom and rub one out before I could get back to work.

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    The next Friday, I found myself standing at Brian’s front door dressed as Moltenman. My costume was high-end and matched the comic’s exactly. Moltenman wasn’t my favorite hero, hell he was really a sidekick, but he was the only character I liked who had a scrawny body like mine. Of course, he didn’t need a big body when he could control water, turning it to solid ice instantly, or heating it so it was hotter than lava. And he could fly. Actually, the physics of it made no sense, even by comic standards, but the outfit was cool.
    In the light it was black with deep blue waves running up my legs and across my midsection. In the dark, the blue waves glowed and flickered, looking more like flames with orange hues. Trust me, it’s an awesome costume. The mask had the same color theme, but only covered a thin strip of my face around my eyes. I had to wear my contacts with the mask. I didn't wear contacts very often, so my left eye kept twitching and getting a bit irritated. Great, my eye would probably get all red and I’d look like I had pink eye or something.
    I rang the bell before someone driving by crashed because they were staring at the freak dressed up like a superhero lurking outside a nice house in a ritzy neighborhood. I rang the bell, twice. All of a sudden I feared someone would shoot the crazy first, ask questions later.
    The door opened, revealing a helpless looking young woman, she was smiling warmly at me, unaware of all the potential dangers around. Simpleton. Not very creative either, her outfit was just low-rise jeans