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I Was Horny
Chapter 5: Let Down, Pickup and Celebration
Off we went heading towards the little café for breakfast that Sunday morning. As we conversed along drive I couldn't help mentally reliving all that had taken place since the two of us met hours earlier. Although I was straight Brandon had opened up my eyes and ass to a whole new world for me: men 4 men sex. The black community calls having sex with another man as on the down-low, meaning they lead a heterosexual public life even to the point of being married, but prefer having sex with another man.
So, what had started as a horny single guy at a dead end party with a stiff cock wanting nothing more than a simple blowjob had turned into so much more. After we arrived we ate and talked more. After finishing our breakfast we continued drinking coffee for a while. Finally, Brandon asked, "You want me to take you by to pickup your bike after we finish?"
"Yes, I'd appreciate that."
We got up and between us laid about five or six dollars in bills and change in tip money on the table before leaving. When we got outside we headed toward the Grubbs, so I could pickup my bike. Once we arrived we went in to visit before I grabbed my bike. As we departed I asked Brandon, "Do you want me to meet you back at your place?"
"Naw, I got some heavy studying to do today. Big week next week and got a paper to finish. You know, finals are coming up."
We bid each other farewell and went in different directions. Brandon had given me a card with his cell number and e-mail address on it and told me to keep in touch. For me I was going to miss Brandon's company, but I kind of figure this was probably a one night stand him.
When I arrived home I open up my computer and sent Brandon a thank you for a great time e-mail. Over the next few days my mind was filled with thoughts about Brandon and all we had done. As each day passed I was becoming hornier and hornier thinking about him to the point that I had to take time during the middle of the day to find a secluded spot to whack off.
A few days after our meeting I ordered one of those medium size suction base dildos online. Of course I had it sent to my post office box. That was fifty dollars well spent. When it arrived I took it with me to the shower, soaped my ass crack up with some bath gel and plunged it into my quivering ass. For the next few minutes I thoroughly enjoyed sliding my ass up and down on the rubbery instrument. I was howling with pleasure as the head passed over my prostate area. Thereafter, I began using it everyday to satisfy my newfound lust for having my ass filled with cock. I also began doing a lot more looking at guys around my gym, especially in the locker room.
There were some real hung hunks there. I really didn't care how big a guy was hung as long as his cock appeared beautiful and was esthetically appealing to my eyes. There were two or three guys with beautiful bodies that definitely caught my eye. I just wasn't sure how to approach them. Then checking my e-mail one day there was one from Brandon.
I hadn't heard from Brandon since we parted abruptly weeks earlier, now there was an e-mail waiting in my inbox from him. Opening the e-mail it simply asked: Would you like to come to my special New Year's Eve party?" I thought for a minute and then closed my e-mail out. I decided not to reply quickly. I return to what I was doing and finally it was time to go home.
Home seemed so empty now that there was no more wife to berate me as I entered the back door or dog to meet me. That was her rule. Only guests and special people entered by way of the front door. Of course that was the way it was in bed with her: her rules or nothing. I think I truly began to hate the bitch the day after we got married. During our marriage all her fucking rules were eating me up inside.
My dog could no longer come inside and I finally after hearing her bitch about the fog I gave her to my brother. She didn't allow me work on my bike in the garage. She wanted the garage spotless and a place to park our vehicles only. None of my friends could come over to visit, just her stuck up female friends. I no longer was allowed to mow the grass, clean the pool or do other outside chores. She hired that work out to others. She felt that hiring others was the socially acceptable thing to do, giving the underprivileged a chance to make money. Sex was at her connivance and desire.
Sex was a chore for her. She planned it; sex with my ex was never spontaneous, even during our honeymoon. Sex was her way or the highway. In fact, by about midway through our brief marriage I was beginning to hate sex with the bitch; however, that had all changed after meeting Brandon. The brief affair with Brandon had rekindled my interest in sex, but now it was for sex with men.
Over the past weeks I questioned my sexuality, wondering if I may have been homosexual all my life, masking my true feelings with marriage. I was sure glad we didn't have any children together. I wanted at least one child, but that wasn't on the bitch's itinerary. She had a timetable for everything in our lives. Suddenly my cell phone went off.
I answered, "Hello," without looking to see who it was calling, "Doing fine and you?"
"So, Brandon, how're you doing man?"
"Sure, send me the details by way of e-mail. Good to hear from you."
I ended the phone call. Brandon wanted to make sure that I got his e-mail and would attend the New Year' Eve party he'd planned. He said it was a special party and going away party for a certain person. New Years Eve was only a couple of weeks away, so I had plenty of time to get ready. I was flying home to visit my folks in a couple days for Christmas and then return to work before New Years.
Christmas came and went. I had a great time visiting family and friends in my old hometown, but had scored no sex. After Christmas I returned to my dildo in the shower stall and three days of work. I awoke early on New Year's Eve day. In a few hours I was going to attend Brandon's party after I got off work. I was somewhat giddy that Thursday, having a hard time concentrating on my day's work.
The work day ended a little early. I got on my bike and headed home to shower and get dressed for the party. Around seven that evening I called a taxi to take me to Brandon's home, not wanting to drive home after consuming alcohol. Once I arrived it appeared I was one of the first to arrive.
Brandon met me at the door inviting me in. He introduced me to two other guests and then excused himself. Before leaving us he said, if the doorbell goes off answer it and invite the guest in."
By eight a group of about fifteen or sixteen men filled the living room of Brandon's condo. The group was diverse consisting or all races of young men; young men that all could have been male models. The doorbell went off again and in strode a rather boisterous young redhead waving and high fiving with those he knew.
Brandon must have heard the voice and reappeared taking the man by the hand, whereby he begins introducing him to those few that didn't know him. Suddenly they were standing in front of me Brandon saying, "Bradley, this is my lover, Dickie Grubbs."
Dickie took my hand into both of his saying, "Bradley, you're every bit as delicious as Brandon described," before bowing slightly kissing my hand.
"Thank you," I replied while Dickie still held my hand and my member began to come to life.
Another guest arrived. He must have been the last because Brandon announced that the limo had arrived. We all followed Brandon and Dickie out the door like a bunch of lemmings, getting into the large stretch limo. I sat there wondering where we were going. The limo pulled up in front of a luxurious hotel. We all got out following Brandon and Dickie inside. Once inside we got on two elevators and rode up to the thirteenth floor. We all got and began walking down the hall. Brandon slipped the card into the door lock activating it.
Once inside I looked around noticing the room was huge. There was a bar with a bartender. The bartender was wearing no shirt, exposing his exquisite physique. He wore a red bowtie around his neck. Brandon pointed out that here was a buffet of food and then made the announcement once all were inside, "Boys, I want to welcome you all to a special New Year's Ever party. Not only will we bring in the New Year, but we'll also be bidding farewell to Dickie, at least for a year. For those who don't know, Dickie will deploy to Afghanistan next week, so this is his farewell party. So, eat, drink and be merry. Remember we have to clear out of here by eleven the morning of January second."
A round of applause went up as well as a chorus of well wishes. We all had to be cleared out and taken back to Brandon's on Saturday morning. During that time we would party and then on New Years Day continue partying while we watch bowl games on the big flat screen entertainment center.
"Oh by the way, the room and limo service is compliments of my cousin who is the hotel manager. The food is from Juliet's catering and the bar is compliments of me."
Wow, was all I could think. This party was going to be one hell of a bash. And I was ready to thoroughly enjoy it. I grabbed a drink first off and began looking around for any free men. At first I met a young Korean stud who was more interested in a hunky black guy. I continued milling around chatting and drinking, loosening up, hoping to hook up with someone for the evening.