My summer (shorthand)

I know, the title sounds like a paper written by a 5th grader, but hey, it's been a long time, I've had a very busy summer, and I'm just now finding the time to write a post. I'm not going to bother with the low spots, nothing insignificant...

Around the first of July, my roommates announced that they were buying their own house and that they would be out by the end of the month. I'd always dreamed of this moment, wanting to experience life in my new house alone. But the morning after they'd moved out, I was instantly lonely. I missed the kid running around the house screaming, making messes, causing me undue stress. I honestly missed it all more than I'd ever missed anything before. I wanted them to move back in. But, like everyone told me, I would get used to it, and like it. And I have. I did go out and get a puppy though. It's different. When the roomies and the kid lived there, I would get stressed out, but I never was responsible for the kid. If he made a mess, I didn't have to clean it up. With a puppy, it's all on me. When he's barking his ass off at 3 a.m., I have to get up. All he wants to do is play. I don't wanna play at 3 a.m. So that's taking some adjusting. But whatever...

About the second week I was on my own, Brad showed up one night and we went out drinking. We were on our way to an afterparty somewhere and he asked if he could crash at my house. I of course said yes, and the after-party wasn't much of a party, so we left. He drove somewhat quickly to my house, and once we were seated on the couch, he flips the satellite straight to a porno. Inside my head I was saying "thank God... No subtleties (sp) tonight" but usual me, I waited too long to make my move, and suddenly I found myself waking up about an hour later, blank TV screen, and Brad sound asleep beside me on the couch.

"Fuck" I thought, "I'll never ever get him awake now, and even if he does, the chances of anything happening now are slim..." So I started nudging him, shaking him, I even kicked his legs off the coffee table. At one point I thought he was dead... He fell over onto his side on the couch and I thought I saw some sort of a quick grin on his face. I slowly lowered myself over top of him, and just when I was about as close as I could get, he got me first. His eyes snapped open and he jumped up, grabbing my shoulders and flipping me down onto the couch as he got up. It all happened so quick and before I could barely react, I was on my back and he was sitting on my crotch holding me down by the shoulders.

"I'm sneaky..." he said and shoved his tongue down my throat. When he pulled away he said something about us not being together for awhile and he'd had a hardon for 3 days thinking about the weekend. I asked him what made him so sure I was automatically going to give in to him, and he just looked at me, like "Seriously dude... c'mon" which most people would take offense to, but we both knew that was the truth... Especially when he said "Well, you ARE in love with me right? Or at least my cock... Either way I don't mind"

(I'm assuming this was a reference to the 3 or 4 times over the summer we would take off and have these silent short little flings, like we'd drive to the camp, neither of us saying anything, walk in, both go right to bed, I'd give him a blowjob or something and we'd go to sleep, wake up, like nothing happened. It was simple, quick, and satisfying for both)

But I knew when he yanked me off the couch this wasn't gonna be one of those times. We walked into my bedroom and he closed the door. He started taking my shirt off and he opened the door again, and walked out. I asked what he was doing; he said "I keep forgetting you live alone now." and the stereo came on full blast, and Brad walked back in. "We can finally be alone-alone. Let's take advantage of it."

From there on, we both got a little wild again. I shoved him down onto the bed and pushed him onto his back. I yanked my shirt over my head; Brad complimented me on the results of my stepped-up workout routine over the summer (thanks in part to this disgusting seaweed and some-other-crap mixture I drink every morning to improve muscle definition) and I proceeded to rip his shirt off, accidentally actually ripping it in the process, and slid down his legs and pulled his pants, underwear and socks off in one move. I grabbed his wrists and held them at his sides while I took his cock all the way down in one swoop. He arched his back and growled how he loved it when I deepthroat him and he tried to pry his hands away but I held tight. He had his legs bent at the knees and was pumping his hips to meet my mouth. I was sucking really hard on his head for about 5 minutes when he told me rather sharply to stop. I pulled off and looked up at him. He said "Man that was crazy, I was gonna go off." So I grinned and said it was his turn. I got up on my knees on the bed and he got on his and kissed me hard enough that I thought for a minute that he'd split my lip.

My hardon was about to rip out through my jeans and we both started trying to unbuckle my belt. Brad stood up and pulled me off the bed and yanked my pants down. He led me to the shower and, once we were inside he was like a wild man again. He slammed me up against the shower wall, knocking all the shampoo and stuff down. He got on his knees and put both hands on my hipbones, pushing me into the wall, holding me there. He started bobbing up and down on my cock, gagging a little at first but he warmed up quickly. I reached up and pointed the shower head down on us and turned the hot water up more. He moved one hand down to my balls and was pulling down on them, inching his way to my ass. The hot water had loosened everything up pretty good and before I knew it he had one finger all the way inside me. He was still taking me all the way down and he backed off long enough to say that I tasted "fucking wicked". I grabbed his head and pushed him back down onto me. He was doing the tongue thing that I love so much and had started jerking himself off. As soon as I took my hands off his head he pulled off me again and said he was going to fuck me, hard. He stood up and turned me around, pushing me back up against the wall. I have no idea what he used for lube but he slid right in. I groaned as his cock slammed into my prostate; he moaned as I tightened my ass around him. He started slamming away and we went on like that for at least 20 minutes. I was seeing stars. The steam in the shower was so heavy and we were both breathing so hard; I was starting to get light-headed. My hands slipped off the wall once and I almost fell down. I caught myself and turned the shower off. Brad pulled out and said "gotta get the fuck out of here" so he pulled out and stepped out of the shower. He had grabbed a towel and had started drying himself but I jumped out and grabbed him, throwing the towel down. I smashed into him and shoved him up against the bathroom door, every part of me touching every part of him. I backed up a little and opened the door, pushing him out into the hallway. He started going back into my bedroom but I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. We were both dripping water everywhere but I didn't care. He said we were going to get the couch all wet so I pushed him down onto the coffee table. I specifically bought the biggest table I could find, just in case something like this ever came around. I know I could park my car on it and it would still hold.

He was laying on his back and I laid down on top of him and started kissing and biting his neck and ears. He was out of breath but managed to hiss into my ear that he wanted me to fuck him. I slid off of him onto the floor and spread his legs. I grabbed his hips and slid him closer to the edge of the table and started rimming his ass. We haven't really done this much but whenever I do it to him he seems to like it. This particular night he really liked it and was moving his hips and throwing his head back and moaning like a bitch in heat. As soon as I heard the words "fuck me" I was on my feet and deep inside of him. He winced and his whole body tightened; a pained expression came over his face. I stopped and he opened his eyes, "I'm alright" he said, so I kept going. Slowly at first, but I picked up in no time. He was on his back as I held his legs by the ankles, plowing away at his sexy little ass.

The music was still blaring from the stereo, and with eight surround-sound speakers everywhere in the room, it made for an intense atmosphere. The only light was the amber street light shining in through the window and was bathing everything in a pale orange glow. Brad's tanned skin looked even hotter with a sheen of sweat and water on it, his eyes screwed shut, teeth bared, his muscly legs in the air, right hand on his fat dripping cock and the other hand tugging at his balls. I felt very much alive at that moment. A rush of something, adrenaline likely, came over me. Like the first time I tried coke, it was instant energy, a feeling of power or something. I think all of my blood drained from my head and went straight to my cock. I couldn't think about anything else but fucking Brad right then, on my coffee table, while Crazy Bitch by BuckCherry roared away. I pushed his legs further apart and fell in between them, never breaking our rhythm. I jammed my mouth against his for a quick second and then latched onto his shoulder, almost like I was eating a steak. He yelped but like I said, I either didn't realize or didn't care. He wrapped both arms around my back and was digging his nails into me.

I could feel his cock between us, leaking like a river. I started moving my hips differently so when I thrust in, my stomach would rub his cock. His ass was getting tighter and his tongue left my neck and he grabbed my head again. He wrapped both legs around me and gasped that he was cumming. I just went "un huh" as if to say "Yeah me too" and as soon as he opened his mouth, I was down his throat again as my cock exploded inside him. At the same time I could feel his gigantic load blowing up between us and I completely gave up on supporting myself over him. His nails dug deep into my back and went from the base of my spine to the tops of my shoulder blades. It felt so fucking good, all those sensations at the same time. Brad's tongue was deep in my mouth and I was sucking on it as hard as I suck on his cock. Our hot breath could barely escape the seal our lips made. I had to pull away; I couldn't breathe. I picked my still-spinning head up, Brad let out another moan. His cum completely covered our stomachs. I slowly raised up and pulled myself out of his ass. He whimpered when I did this, which really made me look at him. He's usually the one in control, the "master", so to speak. So when I pulled my cock out of him and he made that sound, like he felt empty, it made me feel good.

I knew whatever kind of a relationship we had or would have in the future wasn't going to be one of those "I'm the woman, he's the man"-type things, we're both too masculine. Plus neither of us has ever said who's the top and who's the bottom. Since day one we've just kinda gone with it, whoever ends up where is fine. He usually fucks me, but that's not how it always has to be. The same with when I suck him off, I just really like the taste of his cock. It's not like he's never blown me before.

So as I stood up and cracked my back, I looked down at Brad still laying there, his eyes half open, legs spread and bent over the edges of the table, his right arm hanging down, his left hand lazily rubbing his cum into his stomach. The street light was shining in through the window casting that cool orange glow across his gleaming sweaty body. His cock now hung limp between his legs. I walked over to the stereo and turned it off. I saw him watch me walk across the room, and when I turned back around he whispered "holy fuck" and closed his eyes again. I grinned and offered him my hand. He grabbed it and I pulled him up. The top of the table was covered in sweat. He grabbed the towel and quickly wiped the table off, then his stomach, then mine. He walked straight into my bedroom and fell face-first on the bed. I brushed my teeth, and when I walked in the bedroom he was already buried under the blankets, fast asleep. I climbed over him and got under the blankets. After I laid there for about 5 minutes, he rolled over and blew softly on my face. I smiled and asked what he wanted.

"Some suga' " he said and leaned in for a good-night kiss. When he backed off, I started to say I loved him but I caught myself. He asked what I was trying to say; I said "nothing".

He raised his head up some and said "Look, you and I both know what you wanna say, so just say it. It's not like you haven't said it before."

"Yeah I know, but I didn't say it before. I shouted it while we were in a fight. I don't think that counts." I replied.

"Hell yeah it counts. It doesn't matter how you say it, it all means the same." He said.

"Yeah Brad I know, but to be honest, I don't wanna say it because I know I'm not gonna hear it back, so what's the point?" I asked.

"How do you know you won't hear it back?" he asked, "You'll never know unless you say it to me first." He said.

"I know. It just doesn't feel right, right now." I told him. He said "okay" in a tone that reassured me that he was thinking I wanted to drop it, and that was fine with him.

I know some of you are thinking I'm retarded for not saying it, but it really didn't feel right. It felt right when he was kissing me but then we had that little conversation and it ruined the moment. So I laid my head down on his right arm and we fell asleep. I'd awake now and then through the night to find his leg draped over me, or his arm around me; his steady breath on my back, it didn't matter. He was there with me, that was all I needed.

The next morning I woke up and looked at the clock. It said it was 11:15. I laid back down and he groaned and half-opened his eyes. I whispered "good mornin'" to him, and he tried to say it back but all that came out was a dry crackly sound. Then he goes "water" and points to his mouth. I laughed and climbed over him and went to the kitchen to grab him a bottle of water. When I got back he pulled me back into bed and we both laid there for an hour, just talking, smoking, drinking water. It was rainy outside, and I honestly could've laid there all weekend.

We got out of bed around noon, and stood in the kitchen in our underwear (him wearing mine, me wearing his) and made breakfast. Afterwards, we showered and agreed that we would take our cars to his house and put them in the barn and fix whatever needed fixing on them. There was honestly nothing better to do on a rainy Saturday, and we were both still tired as hell from the workout the night before.

So that's a nice part of my summer that I like to replay a lot in my head... Sure, other stuff happened, and I'll get around to that. So this should hold you over for now...

Later