So it's 4:42 on a Saturday afternoon. I'm sitting in my friend Aaron's apartment, on his black Wal-Mart futon with its cracker thin cushion, spacing out. There's got to be bar marks running across my butt, this thing is so uncomfortable. Somebody on TV is trying to sell me a blender that when flipped upside down turns into a cup for the stuff you just blended. I've been sitting like this since I got up this morning. I took breaks for food and occasionally I'd look at my phone when it would ring. Its rung a lot today, but it's been the same person, except one call, my brother called me around one I think. At least that's what the clock I broke by throwing my cell phone at it says. Right now I've got an empty pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream in my left hand, funny thing is I don't really remember getting up to get it or for that matter eating it.
"Ethan" I look up towards the living room doorway. Aaron's standing there in a tight black t-shirt and a pair of faded X2 jeans. I must look pathetic because his face has that look of someone who wants to help but doesn't know what to do. He tried talking to me today but I just ignored him.
"Jeremy and I are going to go run some errands and get some dinner." I grunt in response. "You want anything." He paused but I don't respond, "Okay, well see you later". He turns back to the front door, to his ever loving Jeremy. Why can't I find a Jeremy?
I get up to throw away the empty ice cream container. I look down and see a streak of melted chocolate on my t-shirt. "Aw shit." Whatever, it's not like I need to impress anyone. But I can't help myself; I get a paper towel and scrubbed at the stain with a little cold water and dish soap. Stupid relationships. I'm twenty five, I'm attractive, I'm funny, and I'm smart, right now I should be getting ready for a night out on the town. I should be living it up enjoying my youth. Tomorrow I should be waking up next to the guy I picked up in some dance club or bar. But none of that is going to happen not for a long long time. My cell starts to ring. I walk back into the living room and look at the name "Tag". "Stop calling!" I say frustrated. If I weren't such a masochist I'd have turned my phone off but, no, I got to see him call. If this were 36 hours ago I would have been more than happy to pick up that phone and talk.
The sound of some god awful country song erupts from the alarm clock announcing it's time to get up and go to work. Tag rolls around and reaches for the snooze button. I stretch to wake up my body. As much as I'd love to snuggle up to Tag and go back to sleep I can't; works calling me. I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I undress and step into the shower. I love taking showers, they are so refreshing, and it energizes me for the day. The day doesn't start until I've had a shower, I'd stay in my pajamas all day if I didn't have one. I submerge my head under the stream of hot flowing water. I close my eyes and start to rub a bar of soap all over my body. I can feel streams of water flowing down my chest and over my smooth stomach, little rivers rolling down my skin. I think about what I'm going to do today, thankfully its Friday so if I just hold on for the day, at the end it will be the weekend and Tag and can go out and have some fun tonight. My cock jumps with anticipation of what we are going to do. I slid my hand down and started to massage myself, tugging on my balls. My penis starts to grow in my grip
My thoughts are disrupted by the sound of the toilet seat hitting the tank. Following that is the sound of Tag pissing. I pull my hand away from my dick and continued to clean myself; after all I still had to go to work. Almost simultaneously I hear and feel the toilet flush. The cold water hits me hard and fast. My balls call an immediate retreat into my body. I jump back and yell out, "Bastard!" There is a loud laugh in response. I stand for the next thirty seconds at the edge of the shower waiting for the warm water to return. Goose bumps pop up on my skin. There's no doubt I'm wide wake now. Once the tank is done filling up I reach out to feel if the shower has warmed up. I step back into the stream and continue to take my shower. I reach for some shampoo and start to lather up my curly brown hair. Some shampoo rolls into my eye and I close them from the sting. That's when I hear the shower curtain start to open. A hand reaches out and starts to rub my back. I turn around and tilt my head back into the show stream so I can get the soap out of my eyes and hair. Standing before me is a naked Tag wearing a self satisfied smirk and the look of someone who's got devious plans in mind. His deep green eyes bore into me. He runs his hands down my chest, raking my skin and pinching at my nipples. I love the feeling of his smooth hands against my skin, he's firm but gentle. I sighed to show my gratitude. I take in the sight before me. My gorgeous boyfriend, all six feet of a beautiful corn feed Midwestern boy. I'm taller but he's bigger, I'm a stick of a person: tall and thin. Tag's body is perfect. He isn't huge, he's proportional. His chest is round and solid, his arms bulge showing a strong bicep when not even flexing, he has a nice round butt, and a taught abdomen that's been developed from the miles upon miles he runs a week. The one thing I couldn't miss as I looked at him was the beautiful hard part of his body sticking straight out at me, calling my eyes to look at it and my mind to go wild.
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards him. His lips touched mine and he pushes his tongue into my mouth. His dick gets caught between our bodies; it was ridged and slipped along my wet abdomen, sending the nerves in my skin on fire. The water pounded against my back. I pull away from our kiss. His green eyes look at me. "Tag, I can't I have to get to work, I'm going to be late." He doesn't respond. He just smiles at me and the hand that been on my back makes it's way to my butt. I feel a finger graze over my tight hole. His finger pushes against my puckered skin and he enters me. His slender digits massage my insides, searching for the good spot. Tag new if he worked fast enough he could turn me into putty, completely submissive to his beautiful hands. I felt his finger hit me right and I shivered in pleasure. Tag pulls me back into him and more forcefully kisses me. He left my mouth and started kissing my neck, sucking on my skin. He nibbled his way to my ear. In a low whisper, he says to me, "Don't worry Ethan, you won't be very late." He spins me around and presses me up against the shower wall. My back is completely exposed to him. I couldn't get away, and I don't want to. I push my ass towards him telling him I want him inside me.
My heart had started beating faster and my breath become heavier. His hands were all over my body searching every inch and sending waves and waves of pleasure over me. Tag closes in on me; I feel the head of his cock push against by hole. I relax to let him in. Slowly I feel the head make its way in, my mind is screaming. His arm circles my chest and presses us together. The rest of his dick slides into me, he is resting against my back, I whimper. He waits for a second to let me feel and adjust to having him inside me. That big piece of man meat filled me up, I was in heaven. Tag pulls back slowly exiting my chute, just before he is completely gone he pushes back in, I moan in appreciation. Slowly he picks up speed, in and out. His thighs smack against my ass. He starts grunting as he works faster. He pulls back on my hair, making me arch my back allowing him to enter deep into me. It is a frenzy of flesh and sensation. He did this for a couple of minutes. Never letting up and sending me into the clouds.
He releases my hair and slows his pace, he makes slow deliberate strokes. His breath is heavy. He makes me long for his dick. It is a tease; switching from the intense fast past pleasure to a slow burning feeling. Tag reaches around to my aching dick; it is standing at attention waiting for his warm hand. His fingers encircle my organ and matches pace with his thrusts. I can't help it any more, "Tag please I need it." He had been waiting to hear that; a sign of my complete submission to him. He picks up his pace again, if possible he is thrusting faster, each time the head of his dick hits my prostate, making me weak from the sensation. The noise escaping our bodies is animalistic. The hand on my dick keeps pace with the thrusts and between the two I know I won't last more than a couple of more seconds. I feel his body start to tense up against me. I know he is close. He lowers his mouth to my shoulder. I could feel his teeth against my skin. He thrusts deep into my body and starts to bite my shoulder. Each thrust he goes deeper and bites harder, until he slams into my hole one final time and lets out a moan. I could feel the hot juice being unloaded in my body; my dick reacts and rope after rope of cum shoots onto the shower wall. My ass flexes with each shot, squeezing Tags dick tighter and tighter, Tag shivers against me.
We stay like that for a little bit, in the after orgasm peace, his dick buried inside me and the wall supporting both our bodies. He pulls out of me and I turn around to see his face. He leans into kiss me again. Intermingled in our kisses he says, 'Ethan, you'd better hurry or you're going to be late for work." I laugh.
We finish the shower together, but as I'm dressing for work, Tag gets back under the covers. The life of a grad student apparently doesn't start until after 9. I go over to him and kiss him good bye and tell him I'll see him around 4:30.
The day goes by slowly. It's hard to top the morning I had. I have a two hour meeting before lunch, corporate America at it's finest. We spend twenty minutes discussing the proper wording to use when describing our control process. I think my brain checked out the second the meeting started. Images of what Tag and I were going to do to one another later that night filled in the space.
After lunch the clock simply stops all forward motion. The place was dead, it seemed like everyone had the day off except me. I could see the sun outside shinning bright. Spring was finally asserting itself, the temperature was supposed to be around 70, but since I had been inside all day I had no way to know for sure.
As I sat looking blankly at the file on my screen I decided I wasn't going to get anything done and I should just go home. I have tons of vacation stored up and Tag and I could go for a run, play tennis, or just hang out in the park on a blanket. He taught a class at 10:30 on Friday but that was it so he should be home by now. I walk into my boss' office and announce I am taking a half day. All she says is see you on Monday. I was out of that place in not time flat.
A brief moment of romanticism over takes me as I am driving home. I pull into the parking lot of a flower shop. I go in and buy a single red rose; I'd give it to him as I pull him in for a hello kiss.
Tag's car is in the driveway, and I park right behind him. I go up to the back door of the house, which leads into the kitchen. The kitchen is a mess, but it's always been like that. We are redoing the whole thing, when I bought the place the kitchen looked like it had been transported in from a 1970's sitcom, actually the whole house did but this was the only room that a can of paint couldn't fix. Tag and I have been working on it together for the past year; we are pretty close to getting it done. With the help of the people from the local hardware store and some cheap labor from my younger brother it's turned out well so far. The employees of the hardware stores are great at convincing you you can do anything, thankfully my brother has been there to help, going to college to become an electrician has turned him into the ultimate handyman.
I notice that the coffee pot is still on. It is halfway full with its dark black brew. I hate the stuff but Tag swears by it. I walk over and turn it off drop everything I'm carrying on the counter, except my rose. The house is quite. I assume Tag is studying. So I go down into the basement to his office, but all the lights are off. So I patrol the first floor to see if he is in the bathroom or guest room. He isn't anywhere. So I head up the stairs to our bedroom. Half way up I start to hear some muffled moans and grunts, eerily similar to what I remembered hearing this morning. My heart just drops and my brain goes into denial mode, "It's not what you think, it's probably just the TV." I walk up the rest of the steps and turn to my bedroom. The door is partially closed and the sounds coming out are louder and more urgent. My hand is trembling, not in a good way, as I grab the door and push it open. At the edge of the bed is the backside of someone thrusting their ass in and out. All I can see of the other person is the bottom of their feet propped up on the shoulders of the guy standing. The noises continue to emit from the ball of flesh completely obliviously to me. I know that's Tag ass thrusting in and out, I'd be able to pick that thing out of a line of a hundred different asses. The question of the moment is who's playing me this time. It's a minute before I even know what to do, should I scream or just wait? Finely, I just clear my thoughts and say softly, "Excuse me."
Tags head whips around to face me in a second. There is a look of shock and fear on his face. I'm not too concerned about that I want to see what bastards worth cheating on me for. Whoever he is he knows he's caught because he grabs for the covers to hide. For whatever reason that gives me the energy to move, I drop the rose I've been giving the death grip to, and I march over to the bed to pull the covers away. Tag tries to get between me and the bed but I shove him out of the way, he stumbles back towards the dresser. I grab the covers and tear them away from the hiding body. I could see his face, and I freeze, the shock hits me, I am actually at a new level of shock, one higher than seeing my boyfriend cheating. The room seems to stand still. The face looking at me starts to cry. I turn to Tag and he wouldn't look at me. I scream at him, "My, fucking brother!"
I don't wait for a response, I run out of the room, crushing the rose on the floor under my feet. I practically trip myself as I go down the stairs. At the bottom I'm not quite sure what to do. I head towards the kitchen and see my keys. I've just got to get out of here. I turn to head towards the back door and standing naked in front of me is Tag, his dick is still erect sticking straight out at me. It's like it's mocking me. I gag seeing him like that.
"Ethan, I can explain." The only thing he could do right in that moment that would make me happy is to suddenly disappear. Talking is not what I want.
I rush past him without saying a word. I see his hand stretch out to try to grab me but he draws back quickly realizing that won't work. I jump in my car and peel out of my driveway. I'm at the end of the block and the tears start to flow down my cheek. I manage to drive myself to Aaron's. Tears are streaming down my face as I knock on the door. Aaron answers, takes one look at me and extends out his arms. I fall into them and just cry.
My phone rings again. I look at it, Tag's name pops up on the screen. I just watch it ring. A few seconds later my voice mail beeps. This is the first time he's left a message. Despite my better judgment I call my box to listen to it. The mechanical female voice informs me I have one new message. There's a bit of silence then I hear a faint voice say, "Please talk to me." There's another pause and then "I'm sorry". The message ends. I can't take it. I turn off my phone and the TV. I pull a cover off the back of the futon and wrap myself in it. I don't have the energy to keep my eyes open so I just close them and try to fall asleep.
When I wake up the sun is setting. The apartment has gotten dark and it takes my eyes some time to adjust. I wasn't sure what had wakened me up until I hear a knock at the door. Forgetting where I was I go towards the noise to see who is there. I grab for the door knob and unlock the door. I pull open the door. Starring back at me in the evening light is those damn eyes.
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