The Perfect Guy, Chapter Three

By Erick S. Read Part ONE, Part TWO

Tony Marinello woke up at 4:42 the next morning, three minutes before his alarm was set to go off.

“Fuck, dude,” he grumbled as he rolled around onto his back, revealing a noticeable tent in the sheets.

He tossed the sheets aside and looked down at his magnificent, naked body. He gave his abs a flex, and that’s when he noticed the dried cum that was splattered across his stomach. A little bit had even dried on the underside of his left pec.

“Fuck,” he thought, “Did I fuckin’ jack off last night before bed? I haven’t done that since I was a young dude.”

Of course, then he realized that he was a young dude. And the more the thought about the night before, the fuzzier it seemed to get in his mind.

“Dude, I must have had some fucked up dreams or some shit,” he reasoned to himself.

His alarm went off, bringing him back to the present. He gave himself a good stretch and pushed himself out of bed, his feet landing with a heavy thud on the floor. Then it was a hundred pushups and a hundred situps, as usual, all done completely naked and still totally rock-hard.

His heart now pumping, and his body glistening with sweat, he made his way to the bathroom. His hard dick bobbed heavily in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, addressing his cock, “I’m about to take care of you in the shower, dude.”

Tony’s first appointment of the day was with a freshman named Jason Owens. The kid was easy to spot when Tony got to the gym. He was built all right, probably from wrestling in high school, but he looked nervous as hell. Tony puffed up his chest as he swaggered over and extended a hand.

“You Jason?” he said, looking down at the trembling freshman.

“Yeah,” Jason gulped, “That’s me. You’re Tony?”

“Yeah, dude,” Tony said, and then he remembered something very important, “Oh, shit. I wrote up a workout program for you and I fucking forgot it at home. Mind if I go grab it, dude? I live right around the corner. Promise I can be back in 10 minutes.”

Tony scratched his head. What the hell had happened to him last night? He had written up that workout program, hadn’t he? He remembered working on something.

“OK, yeah,” Jason said, “It’s fine. I’ll just, um, wait here?”

“Thanks, dude,” Tony said, “Really sorry about that. You warmed up at all? Cardio equipment’s upstairs, go hop on a treadmill and I’ll meet you up there when I get back. Cool, bro?”

Tony rushed out of the gym. A single piece of paper fluttered out of his unzipped gym bag.

“Tony!” Jason tried to call out as he reached down to grab it, “I think you dropped –”

But it was no use. Tony was already halfway out the door.

Thinking that the piece of paper was probably the workout plan Tony had written up for him, Jason unfolded it as he sat down on one of the benches in the lobby of the gym. He was surprised to find that it seemed to be some sort of quiz, with a handwritten note at the top. He hesitated for a moment, thinking maybe he shouldn’t be reading this, but his attention was drawn to what the note said:

To my new friend,

The cardio machines can wait. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have fun! I know I did!

Your new friend.

PS, If you stop or don't answer, something bad will happen... Good luck!

Jason was a little taken aback by the title at the top of the quiz: "If You Were The Perfect Guy... Questionnaire." What was Tony Marinello doing with something like that in his gym bag? Was Tony… gay? Several quick fantasies flashed in Jason’s mind. He shook his head and browsed down through the first couple of questions. Almost without even thinking about it, he found himself digging in his gym bag for a pen. He found one way at the bottom, underneath all of his gear, and before he knew it, he was thinking about how to answer the first question.

Question 1: If you were the perfect guy... what would your handwriting be like?

“My handwriting would be more mature,” Jason wrote.

Maybe it was because he was the youngest of five, maybe it was because he’d spent a lot of his life around strong, older men like his dad and his various coaches dating all the way back to little league, but Jason had always longed for maturity. As he finished writing his answer, his pen slowed down a bit, and Jason made sure to look back on his answer before thoughtfully placing a period at the end.

Question 2: If you were the perfect guy… what kind of music would you listen to?

“I’d listen to all the music my dad listens to,” Jason wrote, thinking of the way his dad would blast bands like Aerosmith and Metallica while he was out in the garage lifting weights or working on his motorcycle.

Truthfully, Jason listened to all that music anyhow through his headphones at the gym, but none of the other kids his age really got it.

“And people would respect it,” he added. He underlined the word “respect.”

Question 3: If you were the perfect guy… what would your favorite color be?

Jason wasn’t really sure if he had a favorite color. He let his mind roam for a bit, and then the thought struck him that the questionnaire wasn’t asking about his favorite color, it was asking about the “perfect guy’s” favorite color. So he started to form that image in his mind. He thought of a leather harness, and leather pants. A leather cap. All shiny and black. Whoa.

He shook his head and looked around, almost embarrassed that he might be caught thinking about those sorts of things at the gym. He hurriedly wrote down “black” as his answer

Question 4: If you were the perfect guy… would your hair be long or short?

Jason kept his hair pretty short, in general. Typical jock haircut that the other guys on his team had. He thought he could probably keep that style, maybe a little bit shorter.

“Almost buzzed,” he wrote.

Yeah, he liked that thought. Being able to walk into any barber shop and having them just buzz it. And it would look good on him.

Question 5: If you were the perfect guy... what color would your hair be?

Jason was blond-haired and blue-eyed. He could never really figure out how that had happened. All of his brothers had taken after his father; dark hair and dark eyes. He was the only one who ended up with his mother’s fairer complexion.

“My hair would be dark brown,” he decisively wrote down, “Almost black.”

Question 6: If you were the perfect guy... what color would your eyes be?

“Dark brown,” Jason wrote, continuing his thought. He was really on a roll now.

Question 7: If you were the perfect guy… what would your complexion be like?

Along with his dark hair and dark eyes, Jason’s perfect guy would have a nice, olive skin tone. Something that suggested some sort of a Mediterranean background, maybe Italian or Greek or Spanish.

Question 8: If you were the perfect guy… how much body hair would you have?

Jason smiled at this question. There wasn’t any better place for him to express his desire for maturity.

“I’d have just the perfect amount of chest hair. Not too much, but just enough,” Jason wrote, wondering if that was specific enough. He didn’t want to be some sort of gorilla, but he wanted just enough to look manly.

Question 9: If you were the perfect guy… would you have any facial hair?

Jason’s smile broadened as he imagined himself with a thick, full, dark beard. One that he could grow in a matter of days. A strong jaw that would never be stubble-free. He scratched his face. Weird. It was almost like he could feel the beard there.

He shook his head and looked up from the questionnaire. Shit. He’d been so wrapped up in this stupid thing, he didn’t even know how much time had gone by. Surely it had been longer than 10 minutes. Where was Tony? He began to reach into his bag for his phone to see if maybe Tony had texted him, but his eyes were inexplicably drawn back to the piece of paper on his lap.

“YOU MUST FINISH THE QUESTIONNAIRE NOW,” had been scribbled beneath Question 9, “OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES.”

At that moment, Jason got a very uneasy feeling. First of all, this thing had somehow drawn him in for an unknown amount of time, had gotten him all wrapped up in thinking about some made-up

“Perfect Guy,” and now there was stuff written on the paper that Jason hadn’t written himself. And where was Tony, anyhow? Maybe he should go looking for him. Maybe he should go warm up on the treadmill, like he’d been told. Or maybe --

“Maybe I should finish the questionnaire...” he said to himself, but he wasn’t entirely certain whether the thought was his own or not.

Question 10: If you were the perfect guy... what would your voice be like?

“My voice would be deep, but gentle,” Jason wrote, “But strong and commanding, if I ever needed it to be.”

Question 11: If you were the perfect guy.... what would your body type be? Choose one: Ectomorph, endomorph, or mesomorph.

Huh? Jason scratched his head at this one. He thought he’d heard of those “body types” somewhere before, maybe in one of his health classes? He pulled out his phone and did a quick Google search. He found an image that jogged his memory.

Oh yeah, those body types. He remembered Coach talking about them in high school. He’d said that Jason had a mesomorph build; athletic and well proportioned. Coach was more of an Endomorph; wider and bigger-boned. But since Coach had wrestled all throughout high school and college, he still had a muscular build underneath it all. Jason always imagined that’s how he’d like to look one day. Why wait?

“I’d be somewhere between a mesomorph and an endomorph,” he wrote, “I would be muscular, with a broad chest and a thick build everywhere else. A little extra body fat would be OK and would just make me look bigger, but not fat. I’d have the build and strength of someone who’s been a wrestler for a long time.”

Jason was extremely satisfied with that answer. And he had a clear image in his mind now of exactly what his Perfect Guy looked like.

Question 12: If you were the perfect guy… what kind of clothes would you wear?

“I’d keep things pretty simple. Shorts, t-shirts,” Jason wrote, though he had a silly image of the big, brawny former wrestler he had in his mind trying to squeeze into one of his old college wrestling singlets, “Maybe I’d have some old wrestling gear stuffed away in the back of my closet. And some leather gear.”

He paused for a second, wondering if he’d really meant to write that bit about the leather gear. But he didn’t cross it out.

Question 13: If you were the perfect guy… would you have any piercings?

Jason hadn’t ever really considered having any piercings, and it wasn’t really something he looked for in other guys, so he simply wrote down “No.”

Question 14: If you were the perfect guy… would you have any tattoos?

Here, again, Jason wrote “No” as his answer. But if ever decided to get one, he figured it couldn’t hurt to write down that he would look good with one or two.

Question 15: If you were the perfect guy… how big would your penis be?

Whoa! Where did that question come from? All this time, Jason had been thinking of the perfect guy, but he hadn’t expected this question. At the same time, the image of a big, hairy, dick with bullish balls flashed in his mind. He licked his lips as he wrote down exactly that.

Question 16: If you were the perfect guy… what kind of underwear would you wear?

“Commando most of the time,” he wrote, thinking that there’s no way he’d want to restrain the big beast he’d just created in his mind, “Commando or a jock strap.”

Question 17: If you were the perfect guy… would you be into girls or other guys?

Jason was gay, and he saw no reason to change that. The only reason he was hesitant about coming out was that most of the people he knew thought that gay guys were all “girly.” So would they expect him to start acting like that if he came out? If he was the perfect guy, he wouldn’t even care if people thought he was gay or not. He could be a big, masculine guy with a hairy chest and a full beard and be gay at the same time. To him, that would be perfect. He felt a lot of relief in that answer.

Question 18: If you were the perfect guy… what would your sex life be like?

Jason had fucked a few girls in high school, but his experience with guys so far hadn’t been that great. He’d tried some stuff with some of the guys at his school, but they were kind of the more feminine types and that didn’t really do anything for him. He really wanted to try having sex with a real man, someone experienced who could show him what to do.

“But if I was the perfect guy…” he thought, “I wouldn’t need someone to show me what to do.”

In fact, it could be the other way around.

“I wouldn’t have any problem attracting big, masculine guys,” he wrote, “And I’d be in control. I’d be able to get them to do whatever I wanted them to do in bed.”

Jason had no idea the type of power that answer would give him in the long run, but he liked what he had written down.

Question 19: If you were the perfect guy... what would your intelligence be? One being stupid and ten being high enough to drive the class nerd up the wall.

Well, Jason had certainly never been the class nerd, but he was no dumb jock, either. He guessed he was probably pretty average in terms of intelligence, a five or a six. But the perfect guy would be maybe a seven or eight. He wrote down “8” to be on the safe side of things.

“With a lot of knowledge about wrestling, weightlifting, bodybuilding, motorcycles, football, cigars, coffee, whiskey…”

OK, maybe a random selection of things, but Jason found himself once again thinking of his father. Out in the garage, working on his motorcycle, sipping on strong, black coffee in the morning and switching to whiskey in the afternoon. Blasting his classic rock. Throwing some weights around here and there.

Question 20: If you were the perfect guy… how old would you be, how tall would you be without shoes and what would you weigh without clothes?

“Older, taller, bigger,” was the simple answer, but Jason had a feeling he should be specific here, “38 years old, 6’2”, 260lbs.”

He figured adding an even 20 years to his current age, along with a couple of inches in height and quite a bit more weight would put him right in line with his idea of the perfect guy.

Last Question: If you were the perfect guy… what would your name be?

Wow. Last question already? Jason didn’t really see any reason that he would have a different name. But then again, he wondered if the perfect guy would be able to pull off “Jase” instead of “Jason.” Yeah, definitely.

He wrote down just “Jase” at the bottom of the page.

He felt a little light-headed. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with his big, strong hands. When he opened them again, he was still at the gym. But it was a different gym. This wasn’t the gym at his college. No, of course it wasn’t. He hadn’t been in college for some time now. Huh. Must have been daydreaming.

He recognized the place now as his neighborhood gym. Nothing fancy, no “state-of-the-art” machines, no juice bar, no spa, no pretty boys working on their pecs. Just a bunch of barbells and benches. The more he looked around, the more Jase started to recognize several of the men out on the gym floor. A lot of them were big, bearded men like himself. A lot of former athletes who had gotten into bodybuilding after college. Some who had let themselves go and were getting back into shape. And Jase had fucked more than one of them. He smiled to himself.

“You all right, Jase?” the guy behind the front desk asked. He was a bit younger and shorter than Jase, but still beardy and well-built. He’d make a good pup, Jase thought.

“I’m good, buddy,” he grinned, and the front desk guy nearly melted.

“Going to Woofs later?” the guy asked.

Oh yeah, Woofs. The bear bar. Dollar beers for guys in leather or other gear. Jase thought of himself wearing one of his leather harnesses. The guys usually went pretty wild for that. Or maybe he’d pull out one of his old singlets.

“Yup,” he said, “You?”

“I’ll be there,” the desk guy said.

“See ya there, then,” Jase winked.

He stood up from the bench, feeling the power in his quads. Still a little sore from leg day a couple days ago.

He realized that was still hanging onto the questionnaire, though he barely remembered going through and answering all the questions just moments ago. If he’d looked at it then, he would have seen that all of his answers had been erased, anyhow.

He stuffed the piece of paper in his gym bag, and grabbed a towel from the front desk guy. He popped in his earbuds and blasted some Metallica and stashed his things in his locker. Today was chest day, and he hit it pretty hard, already foreseeing all of the guys at the bar that night just looking for excuses to feel him up through his harness.

After his workout, he took a second to snap a progress pic. Yeah, he was going to look good tonight. He couldn’t wait to hear how many times he was going to hear that he was the “perfect guy.” And as far as Jase was concerned, that’s exactly what he was.