Fruit Basket: New York Apple

I'm Chris. I'm a simple, somewhat shy, 20-year old guy. I am 6'0” and am pretty average build-wise. I have medium-length brown hair, but I bleached it to a golden blonde color and cinnamon-colored eyes. I have a decent package at about 8” long and it's somewhat thick.

I love acting, dancing, and singing. I've always wanted to audition for shows and what not. School was kinda hectic and I had to go to this collegiate leadership conference in New York since I was president of the Young Theatre Actors' Guild, the Artists' Hub, and the University Athletes' Team . I packed my luggage and headed to the bus station to meet with the other school representatives. The trip took 29 hours with various pit stops along the way.

Once we got to New York, we went to the hotel where the conference was being held. Our chaperone, Prof. Hipolito, handed us a copy of the intended itinerary and told us we were free to do anything we wanted during the hours highlighted in blue. I noticed that most of these hours were later on in the evening. The only non-vacant evening was set for a night on Broadway.

After being handed my room key, I headed upstairs to unpack and prepare myself for a busy week. There wasn't anything planned for tonight so I decided to use this to my advantage and explore New York. First place I went to was Central Park, just so I could watch the sunset over the New York skyline. It was perfect and so was the guy who sitting a few yards away enjoying the scenery.

I so wanted to walk over to him and ask his name but I decided against it. Instead I stood up, grabbed my jacket, and started to leave. I had almost reached the gate to Central Park when I noticed I left my phone. I ran back in a hurry and as I got close to the spot where I was sitting, I ran into someone. I almost fell back before the person caught me around the waist and prevented my fall.

“I'm so sorry. I should've been paying attention to where I was going.” I blurted out, kinda embarrassed about my actions..

“No, it's okay. It's partially my fault as well.” I heard the person – a guy to be exact – respond.
I looked up and noticed it was the guy I had noticed earlier. I blushed a soft red and took a step back slowly.

“Uhmm... I gotta go. I left my...” I started to say.

“Your phone?” he replied. I looked back at him and noticed he was holding out my phone. I also noticed his crystalline blue eyes, his perfect white smile, and the fact that we were basically the same height and build.

I blushed even deeper as I took my phone. “Thanks.”

“You're very welcome. Well, I gotta get going myself. Have a nice evening.” He said as he walked away.

“Uhmm... You too.” I answered back, heading back toward the gate. My next stop was Times Square to see the city lights in all its glory. It took about half an hour but I was satisfied to be standing in such a monumental spot. I checked my watch and noticed it was getting late and I had to get back to the hotel to check in. I walked back taking in the dying hustle and bustle of the big city, and then my stomach grumbled. I stopped at a hotdog vendor and bought a hotdog.

“Nice to see you again.” I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around to see the guy from the park.

“Oh, hi. Uhmm... thanks again for the phone, I mean for returning the phone. I greatly appreciate it,”” I replied, “Can I buy you a hotdog?”

He chuckled. “No, it's okay. But you could return the favor by grabbing a cup of coffee with me. I'm Alexis, but my friends call me Alex.”

“I'm Chris, short for Christian. I'd like to grab a cup of coffee but I really need to head back to the hotel before I get in trouble. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Sure.” He pulled out a calling card and handed it to me. I took it and watched him walk off. His ass looked pretty cute in those khaki capris. I turned the other way and headed for the hotel.

I got to the hotel with three minutes to spare. I stopped by Prof. Hipolito's room to let him know I was back and then proceeded to my room to get to bed. It had been an exciting and tiring first day in New York.

***

I woke up to the alarm going off at 7:00am. If I have to be woken up this early every day during this trip, I'm gonna end up so sleep deprived. I sauntered into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then got changed.

Today's agenda circled around Sports/Athletics Clubs and Associations in Universities. True, I was a sports-loving guy but the lecture was boring as all hell. All I could do was think about Alex and what he looked like underneath those New Yorker clothes. After the lecture, there was a luncheon, then some leadership activities. It was well into the afternoon when my schedule opened up.

First order of business was to get to my room so I could change into some street clothes, then I needed to text Alex. I really wanted to take him up on his offer for coffee.

'Hey Alex, it's me Chris. The guy from yesterday.'
'Hey, what's up?'
'So my sched is open for the rest of the day into the evening. Maybe we can meet up and I can buy you that cup of coffee?'
'Sure sounds good, I can meet you in Times Square in half an hour.'
'Okay see you soon.'

I changed into a pair of straight cut jeans, a white tank top and a printed tee. I put on my Converse high tops, grabbed my wallet, and headed out. I got to Times Square right on schedule, and texted Alex to find out where he was. He neither texted back nor showed up for almost an hour. I decided to head back to the hotel and call it a night. How could I have gotten my hopes up?

I was passing an alley when I heard a cough. I glanced over and noticed someone laying against the wall gripping their side. I walked over cautiously and looked around making sure I wouldn't get ambushed.

“Alex!? Is that you?” I exclaimed. He seemed to be in pain and I really didn't want to risk moving him and something happen so I pulled out my phone to call the police.

“No, Chris, don't. Just help me get up.” he stated. I bent down and lifted him up, allowing him to lean on me if needed. I could feel his body tense against mine and although he appeared to be hurt, I was getting kinda aroused.

“So, where to Alex?” I asked.

“I just need to get home.” he answered back. He directed me where to take him and I supported him getting there. When we got to his door, he fumbled for the keys. I helped him unlock the door and got him inside his place.

“Would you like me to stay? I'm sure I can make an excuse.” I pulled out my phone and called Prof. Hipolito. We talked for a good thirty minutes and I was given the green light. Apparently, the next day's agenda was for business and economics clubs and associations so I wasn't really needed for those, but I did have to be back by noon.

I helped Alex clean up and dress his wounds, while he narrated what happened. Apparently, on his way to Times Square to meet me, he got jumped and the perp ended up taking his wallet and phone. I felt guilty because he was only going to meet me. We spent most of the night talking and eventually he fell asleep next to me in my arms.

I didn't know what to think. He didn't show any sexual interest in me and seemed more like a good friend if anything. And seeing as he trusted me enough to let me stay over, I didn't even want to attempt crossing any awkward boundaries, in case he was straight. I gave him a light kiss on the cheek and soon fell asleep myself.

I woke up the next morning and glanced to the clock on the wall and noticed it was 11am. I hurriedly jotted down a note to tell Alex I had left so I could get back to the hotel on time, as well as my number seeing as his cellphone got stolen. I grabbed my things, and locked the door before leaving his place.

I got back to the hotel with 15 minutes to go. Then I spent the day in my room thinking and writing. I even pulled out my sketch book and drew the view of Central Park and the city skyline. I could still see the image of me and Alex sitting yards away watching the sunset. I only left the room once to go eat and then I decided to go to bed.

Alarm woke me up again at 7am and I realized that today's lecture and activities revolved around Music, Arts, and the Stage Today. It also meant my much anticipated night on Broadway. I did my usual morning routine and headed down to the auditorium. The lecture was a lot more interesting and kept me focused on the topics at hand. The luncheon today was prepared by a group of Culinary Arts students and it was as appealing to the palate as it was to the eyes.

After the luncheon, I returned to my room to get ready for Broadway. The show tonight was 'Into the Woods', which was one of my favorite musicals. I picked up my phone to check the time when it started ringing.

I answered the call, “Hello?”

“Uh, hey, Chris? It's me Alex. I meant to call you and thank you for bringing me home. What are you up to?”

“Oh hey. I'm not doing much, just getting ready to go out tonight. Why?”

“Oh” He sounded depressed. “Well, I'm performing tonight on Broadway and I was wondering if you wanted to go watch, but if you're busy, don't worry about it.”

“Actually, that's where I'm going out to, tonight. I didn't know you performed on Broadway. I guess I'll see you after the show?”

“Actually, I can pull some strings and get you a VIP pass for backstage access, if you want...”

“Oh my God!! Yes, I do want.” I yelled into the phone, then I hesitated. “What's the catch?”

“Well, after the show, there is an after party and I kinda need a date.” Did he just ask me to be his date? Does this mean he IS gay? I was kinda speechless for a good minute or two. “Hello? Chris? You still there?”

“Uh, yeah, I mean yes. Yeah, I'm here and yes, I'll go as your date.” I had an ear to ear grin.

“Okay, I'll see you soon, I gotta start heading in for hair and makeup. Oh and pick up your VIP pass at the will call. See you later.”

“Uh, okay. I'll see you.” I hung up and changed into a more dashing and Broadway appropriate outfit. There came a knock on the door. “Who is it?” I asked as I headed to the door.

“It's Prof. Hipolito. The limos are waiting downstairs, are you ready?” I grabbed my wallet, cellphone, and the room key, and made my way down. After I got in the limo with the rest of the school reps, I talked to Mr. Hipolito about the VIP pass and whether it was okay if I stayed out possibly until the next day.

“I appreciate you asking. The curfew is really a general time I'd like you all back and if you want to stay out, you are more than welcome to, I mean you all are adults. All I really want from you guys and ladies is a heads up,” he explained to me and everyone else. He turned to me, “Go and do what you'd like. And have fun.”

I thanked him just as we pulled in front of the theatre. We got out and I headed to will call to pick up my pass and a play bill. I noticed my ticket got me a seating upgrade as well so I headed to center seating, third row. As soon as the musical started, I watched, eyes fixed on the stage, as the story played out. Alex played Jack and sung Giants in the Sky with such determination and finesse.

After the musical, I met up with Alex backstage and congratulated him. He seemed happy yet exhausted. We went to his dressing room so he could get changed. As he removed his tights, I got a perfect view of his ass. I inspected as much of him as I possibly could. I could see he was toned but not ripped. He was also very flexible. He glanced back toward me and I turned around not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.

“Chris, are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'm just giving you some privacy.” I answered back. I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Maybe you didn't like what you saw...” He removed his hand. I turned around quickly, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him toward me. I took a moment to absorb how handsome this guy was, before I planted a light kiss on his lips, which were soft and firm at the same time.

“That's not it at all,” I rebutted, “I love what I saw.”

He pulled me close and slowly removed my clothes and hung them up with care so they wouldn't get wrinkled. I was rock hard and apparently so was he. He dropped slowly to his knees as he continued to explore my body with his soft, gentle hands.

As his hands got closer to my ass, he pulled me close and engulfed my dick in one swift movement. I couldn't help but moan in response. As he gave me an amazing blow job, I realized he had a tongue ring and obviously he knew how to use it in delivering pleasure. Within moments, I was shooting load after load down his throat. He swallowed as much of it as he possibly could even though some of it seemed to be escaping his lips.

I pulled him up to his feet while dropping to my knees to return the favor. I took a second to admire his 7 and half inch, thick, cut cock. Then as I teasingly licked up and down his cock, he leaned back on the dressing room table. I did my best to do everything possible so he could fully enjoy this experience. His moaning got louder and louder, when two things happened at the same time. There was a knock on the door just as he reached his climax. Being spooked by the knock at the door, I pulled back and got his cum in my hair, and on my face.

“Is everything, alright, Lexis?” came the voice at the door.

“Yeah Tracy. I'll be out in a bit. Just talking with my grandmother on the phone while I'm changing.” Alex responded. He pulled me up and we started making out. Even though we both had just cum, we were both rock hard again in seconds. I pulled him in tightly and he reached into the dresser and pulled out two condoms and a tube of KY.

“So, I kinda wanna fuck you and I kinda wanna get fucked by you,” he proclaimed. He dropped to his knees and put the condom on my throbbing dick. He took a few minutes to lube up my dick with his mouth, while lubing up his hole with the KY. Then he bent over the dressing table and spread his legs.

“I thought you'd be out soon.” I hesitatingly responded.

“When I talk to my grandmother, soon is equivalent to about 45 minutes,” he smirked. I stood behind him and carefully began to insert my dick into his ass. He moaned and tensed a few times and even with the temptation to just ram it in, I remained slow and steady because I didn't want him to make too much noise and possibly cause a disturbance. After about a minute or two, I was down to my hilt. He started rocking against my dick which I took as a sign that he was ready. I started to pound into him while he moaned and groaned. Within five to ten minutes, he started jacking himself off.

“I'm about to cum...” I moaned. He removed himself, removed my condom and reinserted my dick into his ass.

“I want you to cum in my ass,” he explained. So I continued pounding him for another minute or two and then erupted like a geyser into his ass. Without warning, he shot load after load into his hands. I pulled out my dick and picked up the KY so I could lube myself up for him. He shook his head, so I put the KY back just as he turned around. He then pulled me close and started kissing me. That was when I noticed his hands were empty of the cum and that we were trading it between our mouths. His cum tasted so sweet.

He pulled away, looked me in the eyes and asked, “So how does it taste?”

“Well, I'm gonna assume you eat a lot of fruits and vegetables and not much meat, fish, or dairy, cause it is deliciously sweet.” I answered back.

“Wow. You sure do know a lot. But it's true, especially when it's performance time.”

“Okay, so is it my turn to get fucked?” I asked nervously.

“No. I love the feeling of being filled up with a big cock and I really want to be filled up again with yours,” he replied, “but we can do that later. For now, let's get our clothes on and get to the after party.”

We got dressed, went to the after party, and enjoyed ourselves further during my stay in New York. Alex will always be my New York Apple in my Fruit Basket of sexual exploits.