A first-hand account of the fallout from one drunken summer night in July 2005.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Baby Steps

Don't worry, I'm not pregnant. I don't think, LOL. Anyway, since my last post, Brad has been staying at my house more frequently, which is a good thing. The bad thing is, Bitch has been coming along also, so there hasn't exactly been an abundance of mansex at my house lately. I don't mean that there's been none, but just not as much as I'd like.

Last Friday night, after I got home from work wearing Brad's underwear, he was indeed at my house, and Bitch was not. I wasn't in the door 2 seconds when he emerged from the living room wearing nothing but my underwear and a big grin on his face. I threw my jacket on the floor and pulled my shirt over my head. He grabbed my belt and ripped that off and my pants were around my ankles in no time. He pushed me back a little and I started to trip so I grabbed his shoulders. When I'd steadied myself I spun him around and slammed him up against the fridge and pinned his arms over his head. I made a dive for his neck and stepped out of my pants. He moaned when I bit his earlobe and I felt his hands slide inside the waist of my underwear. He grabbed hard onto my asscheeks and said how good it felt. I'm not sure just exactly what felt so good but I didn't give a shit. I pushed my crotch up against his and wrapped my arms around his upper torso. I laid my head in the crook of his neck and kissed his shoulder as he ground his hardening cock into mine. I felt him push my underwear over my ass and let them fall to the floor. He started to slide down the fridge but I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him back up. I pushed him towards "his" bedroom and he grabbed my hand as we walked in.

He crawled on the bed on his hands and knees, and I grabbed his/my boxers and yanked them off his chiselled ass. He lay down on his stomach and I laid down on top of him. He said how sore his shoulders were so I told him to reach in the drawer of my desk, next to the bed. He reached in and grabbed a bottle of this weird massage oil I used to jerk off with, it goes warm for a while then switches to cool and back and forth. He handed me the bottle and laid back down again. I poured a generous amount between his shoulder blades and started working it into his skin. My cock couldn't have been harder and the last thing I wanted to do was waste time with a massage but if that's what he wanted, who was I to say no?

So the harder I rubbed, the more he rotated his ass up into my crotch. He had bent at the waist a little bit and he was driving me crazy so I told him to relax and breathe. I positioned my now-well-oiled cock at his hole and started pushing. I went slower than I ever have before and Brad was pretty much doing Lamaze breathing the whole time. After I got halfway in, I said "Jesus man, it's like we've never done this before." He said "Yeah well it's been awhile, just go slow" so within a few more minutes I was in. I stayed still for now and resumed his massage. After he got back into that he started moving his ass again. The more he moved, the more I moved. He was squeezed as tight as I think he could go and I couldn't do the slow thing anymore. Don't get me wrong, I could fuck his ass for hours but when it comes to the slow movements, I don't do so well. I'm a rough-sweaty type of guy. And the good thing is, so is Brad.

I abruptly stopped massaging his shoulders and grabbed his hips, pulling him up onto his knees. I pulled almost all the way out and plunged quickly back in. He breathed in sharply and said "ohhh yesss, harder" and that was all I needed. I pulled back out and crawled off the bed. I pulled him closer to the edge and grabbed a cheek in each hand, shoving my desperatly-in-need of release dick far up inside of Brad. I had just started a good momentum when he told me to stop. I'm thinking "Jesus, what now?!" so I pulled out and he swung around on the bed. He said "close the door" and I was puzzled until I closed the door and saw the giant mirror that I put up there when I first moved in here. I grinned and Brad said "hurry up and get back to it". I wasted no time again pulling his ass closer and jamming my cock inside of him. It seemed the harder I slammed into him the more he shoved back against me, and soon we were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I glanced up in the mirror and saw Brad's bright blue eyes looking back at me from his flushed face. He was (like always) biting his bottom lip and just the sight of me behind him with my hands on his ass was enough to drive me on. You know how sometimes just looking at yourself in a mirror really gets you off? Like not in a conceited way, just it's almost like you're watching someone else, know what I mean? Anyways, just about that time Brad lifted himself up and pulled off me.

"You look like you need to be fucked" he said with that look on his face that could convince me to do just about anything.

"Fuck yes" I said. He pushed me onto my hands and knees and oiled up his cock. He poured some into my crack and rubbed it in, inching a finger in a little further on every stroke. Then I felt 2 fingers inside me and he was rubbing in just the right spot. I threw my head back and clenched down on them. He reached around me with his other hand and started jerking me off and I told him if he kept that up I wasn't gonna last 10 seconds. He immediately stopped and positioned himself behind me. I'd like to say he took the time and care that I took when I fucked him, but he didn't. I guess he figured I was ready, which I pretty much was, but it still hurt like a bitch. I yelled "Stop!" but then said "no, fuck it, keep going, get it over with" so he started pumping in and out, harder and faster everytime. Soon he was plowing away and clawing at my back and when I looked up in the mirror I saw what can only be described as a pure animal behind me. His whole body was flushed bright red and dripping with sweat. His eyes stood out vividly and he had his teeth clenched; one knee down and the other leg up beside me; his massive hands running up and down my back. He bent over me and wrapped his left arm under my left armpit and up around my shoulder. "Hang on" he grunted and started jackhammering me. My whole body was buzzing and I couldn't even hold my head up. I let it drop but continued to hold myself up with my arms. My head was spinning and stars were dancing in my eyes. I was brought back to reality when I felt his teeth biting into my neck, which fueled my vampire fetish. I jammed my ass back as far as I could onto his thick piece of meat and with a gasp I felt him start to explode. His hand barely touched my cock and I started going off too. I shot my load all over his hand and the bed and even when I had finished I swear I could still feel him shooting in my ass. My head was really spinning now and I let my arms collapse. When I fell, Brad slipped out of me. I wanted to roll over and kiss him so bad but my body was shot. He read my mind and crawled up beside me and turned my head towards him. I rolled onto my side and he wrapped an arm up over me and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I sucked it slowly, his hot breath on my face, both of us still about half-panting but not caring. I could have suffocated right there and not cared one bit. We both drifted off to sleep just like that, naked, covered in sweat, arms and legs tangled, just how I like it.

Guess it was worth me stealing Brad's underwear that morning.

Friday, October 13, 2006


I guess I'll start with Wednesday afternoon - that makes everything tie in better.

About 4:30, I'm sitting at work, bored out of my mind, and my cell rings. It's Brad (surprise surprise, huh?) and he asks what time I get done. I tell him in half an hour. He asks what I'm doing afterwards. I say nothing. He says okay, and starts to hang up. I get his attention back and ask why he wants to know. He says no reason, but then asks if I'm hungry. I say yes, I'm starving, so he asks what I want from this restaurant on the way to my house, and for me to pick it up on the way home. I ask if that means he'll be at my house when I get there, and he says yes. So I get the food, head home, and sure enough, his car is in the driveway.

He's almost asleep on the couch when I get inside, so I shake him awake and tell him dinner's here. The house is freezing; I ask why he didn't build a fire. "Too tired," he says. So we eat in almost complete silence; nothing but "Man Of The House" or something playing on the TV. After I finish, I get up to build a fire. As I walk out the door, he asks where I'm going. I tell him I'm "gettin' wood" with a wink and a grin, and he laughs and says "Good, keep goin'." So right then, I figure I'm in like Flynt.

After the fire is going good and the house is warmed up, Brad asks if I want to go shoot some pool. I say sure, and off we go. I had the same feeling as I did last Christmas Eve; that we were doing things together, nothing overly significant, but just together. We got back to my house around 9:30 and I was waiting on his every move. When we pulled in the driveway, I waited to see if he'd turn the car off. Then if he'd come inside. Then he sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. It looked more and more every second that he'd be "sleeping over". Around 10:00 or so, his cell rang. It was Bitch. He ignored it. Every 5 minutes for the next 20, it would ring again, until he finally turned it off. We got talking about Bitch, and how she's been pretty easy to handle lately, and how crazy Skank is, and how Brad has phased her out; or tried to. He said he just wanted sex from her, and she very willingly gave it to him, but then got in her head that something much bigger was going on. I don't know if I've mentioned it before or not, but when Brad first started fucking her early this summer, he raved about her talents. So I've sampled them a few times myself, but backed away when I saw that she was nuttier than squirrel shit. I don't need that right now. Every girlfriend I've ever had has turned out like that, and if I know this before-hand about her, I'm haulin' ass. So anyways, our conversation turns back to Bitch and how Brad just didn't wanna be around her tonight. I brought up the fact that his car was sitting in the driveway in plain view, and Bitch has been known for her drive-by's. So Brad jumps up and goes out and moves his car around behind my house. I figure now he's definitely in for the night, so I just settle back and wait for bedtime.

But apparently, I either waited too long or got a wrong vibe to begin with. About 11:30, I got up to go to the bathroom, and while I was in there I heard Brad walk over by the door, and his keys jingle. So when I walked out, I asked where he was going. He said "home, I'm tired." and I just said "oh", verrry quietly. My voice didn't even sound like me. He didn't seem upset or anything, and when he left, he simply said "see ya later". I mumbled "bye" and shut the door behind him. As I watched him drive out, my throat started to hurt. The pit of my stomach hurt, and my eyes started to sting. Suddenly, as I caught my reflection in the dining room window, I realized that something needed to change. Every time we're together, and he leaves, I feel this way, and it gets worse and worse every time. Now I actually felt sick to my stomach and was on the verge of tears because he didn't stay with me. I remember saying out loud "I can't keep doing this" but then thought, "What choice do I have? The only alternative is cutting him out altogether, and I don't want to do that." So I sucked it up and went to bed, alone.

Thursday morning, I felt better, and chugged away at work. But around 2:30, my mind wandered back to Brad, and all the times he told me he was going home, and ended up somewhere else. This was a dirty trick he pulled on Bitch all the time. Bitch. It was fine if he was doing it to her, but now he was doing it to me too. I think that was what hurt the most. Somehow I knew that he had gone to Skank's house after he left mine. Turns out I was right...

Around 10:00 last night I tried his cell, and Bitch answered. She said they were watching a movie but were talking about coming over to my place when it was over, which it almost was. She said one of them would call back in about 15 minutes, and at just about 10:15 the phone rang. It was her again, and she said they were on their way, for the night if it was alright. I said yeah it was fine, and asked why. She told me Brad's parents told them that they were no longer allowed to sleep in the same bed together at his house and Brad ended up getting in a fight with them. I can see his point kinda, it was okay when they were 16, but now that they're adults it's not cool. I agree it's also not cool that he's 23, makes 40,000 a year and still lives with his parents, too. So anyway they roll in with their bags and whatever, and Brad gets everything set up in the spare bedroom while I show Bitch my new cellphone, on the couch. When Brad comes back out, he's carrying his cell and another one. Bitch said something like "so where did you lose it again?" And he mumbled that he dropped it when he left here last night to go get beer. I'm like "the liquor store was closed when you left here, and I bought beer when I came home" and Brad was furiously winking at me. Bitch was fiddling with my phone and Brad walked into the kitchen. When he came back out, I looked over the back of the couch and he mouthed "I stayed here last night" to me. I just nodded and he sat down. Then Bitch says "So where did you really lose your phone Brad?" And he says "I told you! I dropped it in the driveway in the rain and didn't find it until I came back and that's why it won't work!!" And she replied with "Yeah I heard that, but I also saw you winking like a retard at him. I'm not blind, nor am I stupid. It's not hard to figure out where you were last night" You have to give her credit, not much gets by her. She'd basically figured out what was going on between me and Brad less than 12 hours after it actually happened. None of us has spoken a word about it since, and I have no idea if she still thinks it or not. I imagine to some extent she does, but I highly doubt she knows for sure that all those times she raved about all his techniques, I now know about firsthand too.

By this time, Brad knew he was busted, and that she didn't care, which she never does, and we went on with our evening. The fire had taken off and so had Brad's shirt. I doubt Bitch had any idea that I would have driven a stake through the side of her head to get past her and jump on his tight, still-tanned muscly chest. Of course, I'm not stupid. I knew nothing was going to happen tonight; not with me and Brad anyway. I said I was heading to bed, and Bitch said she needed in the bathroom for a minute. While I undressed in my bedroom, Brad snuck up behind me and reached his arm around my waist and grabbed my brief-clad crotch. "Fuck your ass looks hot in those. You know how a hot ass drives me nuts" he whispered in my ear. I turned my head and whispered "Yeah, if you would have stayed here last night instead of lying to me and sneaking off to fuck psycho-Skank, your NUTS could have been jammed up against this ASS but I guess I wasn't on the list" and pulled away from him. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom so we talked a bit louder now. He was looking at me, blankly. Then he said "Look, I'm sorry. I was on my way home but then I tried to call Bitch back and she wouldn't answer and I got mad. So I ended up at Skank's house."

"Why couldn't you have come back here?" I asked him.
"I dunno... I guess I could tell you were upset when I left and I decided it was better to just go and forget about it than to come back and try to explain it." He replied.
"Explain what Brad? I wish you'd explain something. Whenever we get to talking about this it always turns into a one sided conversation where I say everything and you just nod along. I'd like a reply once in awhile."
"I know, calm down. You know I don't deal with this stuff well." and thats when Bitch came out of the bathroom. She asked what we looked so serious about, and Brad said something to her for an excuse, I wasn't really paying attention. So I just went to sleep, and they went to bed, and when I woke up this morning, I tried to be as quiet as I could.

Halfway through my shower I heard the bathroom door slowly open. I didn't think anything of it since neither one of them don't seem to have a problem sharing a bathroom. Then I heard the shower curtain open behind me and I spun around to a naked Brad stepping in with me.

"What the hell?? You give her the boot last night or what?" I asked him.
"Nah, don't worry, she's out like a light." I just stared at him. He couldn't be serious. His girlfriend was two doors down, and here we were, in the shower together. I told him I wasn't doing anything with her here and I rinsed my hair and got out. He stayed in and when I went to walk out of the bathroom I saw his underwear laying on the floor. I grabbed them and put them on before I pulled my jeans on. Brad didn't emerge until just as I was on my way out the door for work. He had a towel wrapped around him and asked if I'd seen his underwear. I said "yeah" and he asked where. I slapped myself on the ass and grinned. He grinned back and said "Well aren't you naughty." I told him bye and he didn't waste time sticking his tongue down my throat. "That's hot" he said and slapped me on the ass. "I'm gonna think about that all day now." and just before I closed the door he said, quieter, "and tonight I'll do something about it, I promise."

So I have approximately 45 minutes to go until quitting time. I've had a hardon all day in Brad's grey Fruities so he's got a treat coming to him.