What follows is a work of fiction, if I just so happen to take real facts from my life and change every possible detail including my name, their names, dates, places, activities but add a lot more sex than happened and made my character slightly more heterosexual than I really am, the story would still be fictional. The characters contained within do not exist, the events as presented in the order presented did not happen to anyone living or dead. No comment on whether I stole ideas from the future.
In this story, all characters are over the age of 18 (any reference to activity before 18 is simply the character's memory being recollected by the narrator) you need to be over 18 as well (or the age of viewing pornographic material in your country).
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Originally, I was just going to close this with how my college years ended, but someone wrote me a very long letter explaining how good this story made them feel so I took the final chapter and split it up. This chapter is establishing the story, some background because the rock bottom started with a sexual slump. Should only last half this chapter.
In this fictionalized story I never wear condoms to make the story sexier, in real life I used them especially outside of my relationship with Brandon. Anyway, in real life I recommend them to you unless maybe you have a steady boyfriend.
I should also probably tell you this story is a continuation of my high school years, visible here https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-sex-life-of-brian/
--Part 1: The Prodigal Boyfriend Returns-- (no sex)
After riding from the airport to my home I immediately got in my own car and picked up Brandon. He was supposed to be happy to see me, but it was like he was replaced by a less enthusiastic person than was left. Something I didn't pay much attention to at the time.
"Well now that we're together again I think we should plan our wedding", I said. "So it's only legal in Canada and Massachusetts so I was thinking maybe we can fly up to Vancouver even though it won't be recognized here."
"Yeah, that's okay", Brandon said staring out the window.
"We'll need to start the process of getting you your passport. You have your birth certificate and ID card? We just need your social security card and oh I can stop by the pharmacy on our way and we'll get a quick photo." I said.
"Totally", he said and I pulled into the pharmacy. We had his picture taken and they handed me the photos, I paid and we left.
"Wow you look pretty good even though you're not smiling." I said.
"I had sex while you were gone", Brandon said.
"Sounds hot, me too", I said and I grabbed his hand. "Tell me about it" It was like a weight was taken off his shoulder and he relaxed.
"You remember Betty from high school?", he asked.
"Real name Bertha?", I asked, "Yes, I remember Betty. All the assholes in the school would call her `Big Bertha'." She was about 5'4 and 200 pounds so her nickname wasn't entirely farfetched.
"Well, I fucked her a few times, she reminded me of you", he said. I was confused by this statement a little, sure I was 200 pounds before I joined the Navy, but I was much taller than Betty even if I was shorter than Brandon, but I was nowhere near as round as Big Bertha... I mean Betty. "Because of her black hair", he awkwardly tried to correct himself.
We got to Cory's apartment and immediately took our clothes off in the living room. Brandon looked at me with disappointment in his eyes. "You're certainly more toned than you were before", he said. I foolishly thought he was speaking positively.
"Yeah, the Navy worked me out like crazy. I've never been able to do a pull up before, now I can breakout 5. Still a long way to go", I said.
"Yeah", Brandon said in a soft voice, "no more curves for me." We went into my room, I didn't even close the door and we had our usual bout of sex, oral then he fucked me. Normally we'd hang out a bit playing video games until we were ready for Round 2, but Brandon said he needed to go back home. I took him back and we kissed and he went back home.
So, I was back at work and an older gay man started demanding my attention. He invited me over to the gay bar in town. He was a shark and smelled blood in the water. All he saw was a Twink in distress. But I wasn't very attracted to him, I just liked the attention he was giving me. He could afford a 1 bedroom apartment within walking distance of the gay bar so I perceived him as rich, even though he was poor. He introduced me to many things but he was a total drag, not a very fun person and I always talked him out of an erection.
One thing he did do et me familiar with the gay bar I went constantly, Brandon was starting not to return my emails. I was getting mad at this and returned subtle hints I wasn't happy, even using the subject line "WeThru" when I wanted to meet up with him on Wednesday or Thursday. It was already difficult to communicate with him, despite him having attended high school for 4 years and him being in college. I sent this 2 months after our last visit
From: Brian Martinez To: Brandon Falls Date: May 2008 You and I can still be saved, I am even willing to wake up early on a Saturday/Sunday if need be. Or any other day or all day Wednesday or Thursday.
I miss you, don't you miss me?
And now the last email I would get from him for a year
From: Brandon Falls To: Brian Martinez Date: May 2008
i do . things like hell at sec form that bich of boss of my. like this morring calling me at 4in morring need me be thare at 4;30.i'm real thing of quiting this job.pay is good dam to many hrs she calling at odd hrs god.she diveing me boners. going on faver little sleep. late i have been on call for that bich on last 3 weeks geting less than 6hrs of sleep having class to on top of that. i'm praying for summer to come son
Translated from whatever that was, he blamed his work for not being able to see me and his classes. Summer came and I didn't hear from him so I wrote him an angry email again and he never responded until the next year.
But it's still 2008 and four months from the last time I saw him. I would have been prepared for a breakup. But I was only prepared for the kind of breakup where one of us says it's over. Maybe a big dramatic fight... but I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for someone to up and disappear. FUCK YOU BRANDON!!! I ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME!!! AND YOU SAID YES!
This event broke me. It caused a 3 year depression. Heck even though we've been broken up for 13 years now it still gives me some sadness. It's just today I realized I was crying about the future we could have had together, but in reality was not realistically going to happen. Brandon didn't love me anymore.
I could only describe what came next as some of the worst years of my life, competing only with middle school. I've been drinking since 18 and had been 21 for over a year by this point, but this is when I started drinking. This is when I was on anti-depressants. I'm mad at myself for this time because I allowed Brandon to take over my life without even being there. I have to write this down because back then he could have stepped in and taken actual control over my life.
I'm glad he didn't and now I have to remember what he pulled so that if Brandon ever comes around in my life again, I will have the strength to tell him: "no." Today in 2021, I can say with 100% confidence that I will never date Brandon Falls ever again, even if he showed up naked at my front door right now.
--Part 2: Shipmate and Wingman to the rescue --
The year is still 2008, it's now been 5 months and now I've officially abandoned Brandon in my head. I decide now to focus on hitting the gay bar. After all, I've been 21 for a year and previously lack the incentive to cruise, but I'm single, hot and I'm attracted to men, should be easy, right? I'm playing sex on easy mode since I'm gay! Well... mostly.
WRONG. First off over ¼ of the bar is composed of couples. This is a problem, most but not all of the time. Unless both guys like you, you're not getting laid. Then there's the straight boys, my gaydar is highly dependent on hearing your tone of voice, carefully watching your mannerisms and watching what you look at. None of this is possible in a poorly lit, loud gay bar. It annoyed the hell out of me, but I realized there was nothing I could do, owner wasn't about to turn down money or risk a lawsuit. Finally, the women, I'm mostly gay and they are mostly lesbian, so clearly there's astronomical odds I'm not even willing to try.
Now my city happens to have a gay district, there's the neighborhood gay bar, the hybrid bars where both gay and straight play, the lesbian bar and the king of them all: the nightclub gay bar. Nightclub has a cover charge, $14 drinks when not on special and the hottest guys in town. While there is a bar in the tourist zone, it's so far separated from the others it doesn't do as well and folds in about 5 years. Not to mention the tourist zone has such high rent.
So my new single life was a perfect example of the grass being green on the other side. I'm not sure why I haven't gotten laid. I hear stories all the time that it's so easy to get laid if you're attracted to men. Well sure, if you have zero standards. I'm not interested in John Goodman, I want Zac Efron! Failing that I'd at least like someone only slightly uglier than me. So why can't I get laid?
I haven't had sex since Brandon so 5 months deprived is making me crazy, so crazy I have the proverbial stink of death around me. Everyone gets a clingy vibe from me, which is repulsive as hell. Second, I'm not that hot. At 5'9" and 170 pounds I'm not fat, but I have flab above my waistline and I'm competing against washboard abs. I'm not that rich, so I can't be here every day particularly because a taxi costs $15 to get home, there is no Rideshare, Uber or Lyft because they haven't been invented yet and the Bus system in this city is beyond horrible. Nobody is waiting 30 minutes to go 1 mile. You can walk in that time. The Navy requires me to keep my hair quite short so I also don't have the cuteness potential my face allows if I have at least medium-length hair.
This makes me feel even worse so I start drinking heavily. White girl wasted: meet white twink wasted. A lesbian friend I met in basic training named Kayla moves into my apartment. I let her know this is a big sacrifice I'm making. I let her know I barely have enough money to take care of myself, she can't be a burden because I can't afford it. She understands.
"Thank you for hearing me out Burnside", I told Kaya.
"I guess I don't have to call you Martinez anymore, Brian", she said.
"You're right Kayla, we're not in basic anymore. We're not in the same section so I doubt we'd run into each other," I said, "it's going to take me a week to get used to calling you that."
"You're right Mar... Brian", she said.
"Well now that you're here I'm going to have to keep my clothes on", I said dejected.
"Well, that's no problem at all", she said and then took off her top.
"Really?", I asked and reached for my shirt.
"Yeah, my family's all nudists", she said, "I've seen so many dicks I'm numb to them. Probably what made me a lesbian." We finished getting naked. I put my clothes in my room and sat on the couch next to her.
"But seriously you have to be the only guy that didn't get hard when seeing me naked", she asked, "are you sure you're bisexual?"
"I lean heavily gay", I said, "I had a little indiscretion with a female in basic, but she was kind of sexually aggressive. I didn't know girls could make the first move. And one chick my roommate was dating."
"Well it's impossible to have lesbian sex unless the girl makes the first move", she said.
"I haven't had any sex since my fiancée left me", I said.
"Well as sad and depressed as you are I'm not surprised", Kayla said. "Tell you what, I'll go to the gay bar with you. Trust me you'll do fine."
"Okay, but I don't know", I replied.
"Look, if you're going to the bar to hang out with me there's no pressure right?" she asked.
"Right"
"And your mind won't be so focused on you not having been laid, we need to get this funk off of you", she said.
That night we went to the gay bar and just sat having some drinks. Now I can't quite explain why it worked so quickly. We were at the bar for around 30 minutes when a guy who looked like an uncle of mine (he married my aunt) started hitting on me.
"Hey baby, you look so fly. Why don't you come with me to the higher zone", he said.
"Okay", I lifted my arm up and looked at Kayla with a look of apology, "can we" and before I could answer he took my hand and paid both our covers ($5 each) which was in addition to the cover I paid to get in (about $10). So, I danced with him a little, noticed his bald head, noticed his gray hair on his beard and it felt off putting.
Now wait a minute, I haven't been laid in five months and I'm being selective at what the universe is offering me? I mean he paid my cover doesn't that entitle him to some sex from me? Doesn't make me a total bitch if I left with someone else? Wait he's looking away, oh what luck he's headed to the bar. I look to the right and see a skinny, light skinned Filipino boy dancing towards me. He's older than me too, about 30 to my 22, but he's only got lines, no wrinkles and he's got a cute bowl cut. Oh my favorite thing about Philippine men is their boyish haircuts. He takes my hands, and we dance to whatever overly produced techno crap music they play at this club. As a rock and roll fan I absolutely hate the music in this place.
I look over the guy's shoulder and see the guy who paid my ticket talking to some skinnier cuter guy and he starts putting his hand down the back of his pants... well it looks like he's still getting laid. I had a spontaneous thought, what if I just left with him right now? So, I yelled that idea in his ear, and he agreed. We leave the club hand in hand, and we get in his car. He drives me to his place. My city is a track home wasteland, so it looks like every other city on the planet. We go to his cookie cutter house and head directly upstairs. Clothes fly off quickly, he's got the condoms and lube ready-to-go. But we start with kissing, my favorite. It doesn't begin slow like it did with Brandon, no this was animal lust, something I had not experienced since I had the orgy with Cory. I used to enjoy kissing and taking clothes off, but today I find naked kissing to be much hotter more intimate. I will often skip directly to this, which is probably a byproduct of being in the naked apartment for so long.
Alphonso the Flight Attendant had me on my back and folded his knees with me sitting on his groin. "You like it when I tease you", he asked.
"Yeah, baby that's the way I like it", I said playing to the stereotypes I was familiar with.
"I'm going to tease you again", he said and then I saw what he was doing, he was dragging his cock over my asshole, but not inserting. Very nice. We kept doing that until he needed release. I got on all fours and he pounded away. Oh this was scratching the itch. He was 5 inches long and felt fantastic, way less painful than when I was having sex with Brandon. As a matter of fact, I learned I liked having sex with average sized dicks. This really feels good, with Brandon it was always a means to an end, the sex was painful but it made me cum so I dealt with it, but now the sex itself feels good. I'm being fucked with a goldilocks-size dick! "Ha, ah ah ah" I panted, "thrust upwards" I said, you're almost there.
"Like that" he thrusted more towards the celling his dick scraped in just the right way, my ass clenched on his dick as he thrusted in, increasing the pleasure for both of us. I was pushing back and he was moaning loud too. Out and then in and I clench. Again, and again and again, until a final thrust and he cums. We lay back down, both happy from the afterglow.
We talked for a bit, found out we both worked at the airport, I found out he was a flight attendant. He graduated years ago; I was still in community college. He was from the Philippines but lives here, I've lived in the sticks as a kid before moving here in high school. Unsurprisingly, we're both single, but coincidently we both recently got off a bad breakup. We look at each other as if anyone wants to talk about their stories but we look at each other and say, "no, another time.'
"Why worry about dick past, when you can have dick present?" I said as I dragged him to the edge of his bed. He's still on his back and I'm standing up now. Now it was my turn to fuck, and you know what it was like having sex with the woman who coerced me in the navy, but now it's on easy mode. I don't have to look over my shoulder as I did when I was fucking Preseton O'Connell, we're all alone and unadulterated. I insert, carefully. He winces as I go in.
"You're very thick", he says.
"Take it like a good bottom", I said. He braces and I push in the rest of the way. He moans, almost screams but recovers.
"Harder" he said in a gravelly voice.
I push in again, not quickly, but not slowly. "Ah", he breathes in, "keep going." Out and then in, and this point I pick up the pace a little bit. Now I'm picking up the pace, it's starting to feel good and things are building up. I go faster as I'm almost there, my cock is starting to get sensitive and his ass is like a great massage on my cock, better than any mouth or hand ever was. During this time his cock is hard, before I can cum Alphonso cums all over his chest, this turns me on even more and I cum inside of him. He grabs a wipe from the nightstand and cleans himself and cleans my cock off. We get under the covers and makeout until we fall asleep.
The next morning I'm in a state of half sleep, the bed seems to be moving and my first thoughts are either there's an earthquake or maybe construction going on. The next second, my body starts waking up and I suspect the bed is shaking and not the house. I notice then my ass checks are spread and there's a cock in there. This sends a spark throughout my whole body causing instant awareness. Now the picture is clear, I'm naked and so is Alphonso. We're on his bed and he was having sex with me when I was asleep and now that I'm awake still is. My head is faced down and my ass is up and there he is on top of my humping away at my sleeping body. He's picking up the pace and climaxes and I'm only awake 30 seconds. I don't let on I'm awake yet, he arches his back as he shoots his final load. He rolls off of me onto the side. I moan on purpose to let on I might be waking up.
Alphonso tampers down his breathing, I let him know I know why he's breathing heavy, "You jack yourself off while I was asleep?", I asked him.
"Something like that", he replied. In this moment I understood what it meant to feel violated. I don't know if what happened I should classify as assault, but I was very much angry that he decided to have sex without me. I can be a heavy sleeper, but it perplexed me why he'd want to have sex with a warm corpse.
He took me home, I felt so conflicted at what happened, I blamed myself. Maybe I'm being a big baby? This can't be rape right?
Alright that's chapter 6. I'm not in high school no more, this is adulthood and the situations are much worse with the stakes being much higher.
If you want a cutesy story read the first 6 chapters of my high school years. I'm fucking up my life starting next chapter or two, if this seems depressing, you ain't seen nothing yet.