This story is fiction any similarities between persons either living or dead is purely coincidental (although any good writer will write what he knows). This is a story that deals with male-to-male relationships as well as homosexual sex. If this offends you or is illegal in your location please do not read any further. This statement releases me the author and the site wherein this story is posted from any legal action. Copyright 2000 by Patrick Sean Purdy.
Chapter 18: Nights Out
Brandon and I had come back to Florida feeling fresh and renewed in our relationship. We were spending as much time together as possible, but our lives of work and school still grabbed a hold on us. Still, we always found time to call or sneak an overnight stay with one another.
One of Brandon's new jobs by the end of January was spinning at Metro on Friday nights. Metro was one of the gay clubs in Jacksonville and he was very happy to get the job. The opportunity had come to Brandon because we had started to venture to the clubs together when we returned. Almost every Friday and Saturday we would go to Metro or 3-D, but more often Metro. It was great fun to go out with Brandon because even though we were together we trusted each other enough to mingle alone. From that we started to develop casual acquaintances mutually as well as together. One of those was the owner of Metro. One thing led to another and Brandon was given a chance.
First and foremost amongst our mutual friends was Ashton. We had called him when we got back to Florida (as promised) and we'd all had dinner several times. In the curse of those meetings, and subsequently, I realized that I have never met anyone Quite like Ashton. I'm not talking about the fact that he is blind, but beyond that he is the most strong, determined, and self-assured person I know. Much more so than anyone I had met before or since. I understood the source, but it was amazing none-the-less.
The first dinner we had occurred shortly after our return. We drove up to Mayport to a little seafood shack, out over the water that was supposed to be the best. However, all three of us agreed that we'd had better.
The night moved effortlessly as Ashton now learned our backgrounds. We talked of our histories and our plans for the future. Then, all three of us discussed the recently passed holidays. Dinner started to wind down so we returned to Ashton's home to get more acquainted.
Of course with two musicians and an aficionado in the house conversation naturally turned to music. Ashton told us that although he wrote commercial jingles to supplement his income, his true passion was writing music more classically styled. He was writing both a symphony and a sonnet in his spare time. Upon finding out this bit of news, Brandon and I begged Ashton to play his sonata.
"Well," said Ashton, "It's not really complete, I still have some tweaking to do."
"It has a beginning, a middle, and an end doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but . . ."
"'But' nothing," Brandon chimed in, "Let's hear it." With that Ash gave in and he decided to let us hear the rough version of his sonata.
For nearly a quarter of an hour I listened as Ashton played one of the most beautiful, personal, and real pieces of music that I have ever heard in my whole life. When he was finished I was uncharacteristically speechless. Ashton, however, took my silence not for the praise it was, but for rejection. A frown fell across his face and I quickly grasped for the words to compliment him with.
"Oh my God," I said, "Ash, that was amazing."
"You're just being polite," he said, denying my compliment.
"Ashton," Brandon said, "That piece was awe inspiring. If that is the rough draft, I cannot wait to hear the completed project. A piece like that should be finished and broadcast for all to hear. That needs to be published."
"I've never played that for anybody," Ashton explained, "And it matters to me very much the appreciation that you're showing."
Not too much longer after that the evening drew to a halt. Brandon and I left Ash's knowing that we had a friend for life. We made plans with Ashton to see him later in the week, which we did. Brandon and I started to see Ashton almost as much as each other, but that was still fine by us.
A few weeks later Brandon was spinning at Metro for the fist time, and we'd convinced Ashton to come out and hear him. Most likely, Brandon was already working, or at least setting up, by the time I was headed north on A1A en route to Ponte Vedra. The plan was for me to get Ashton and then the two of us would head over to the club.
Friday night at Metro was like Friday night at any other club, gay or straight. There were a lot of people dancing, smoking, and drinking; a fog of smoke hung over the crowd; and people were everywhere chatting away in hopes of finding the next partner to fill their lives or bed. The only difference here was that there wasn't a lot of male to female conversation. I liked it though; I liked Metro best of all the clubs in Jacksonville.
I liked it because it had different rooms, each with it's own atmosphere, to appeal to the different moods and interests that people have. First there was the main dance floor and bar, basic club setting; then, there was the pool hall area with a jukebox. Next, there was the Rainbow Room, a piano bar with soft chairs and great music; a little further back there was the Go-Go room, a place where strippers peeled off their clothes while porno videos played on the monitors around the room. Finally, there was the theater for the drag shows.
Brandon liked Metro because the management gave him a job. However, before that, Brandon liked the music and the atmosphere of the dance floor. He really was in his element when he was around a house beat. It was great watching him when he was listening to music. Then, when he was alone with me, a completely different Brandon was there. Not some music obsessed raver like you'd expect, but a completely responsible and thoughtful guy. He was kind, intelligent, and the most adult nineteen-year-old I'd ever met. Back to Metro.
Ashton had never been to Metro before. Actually, since his accident he had only ventured to a club, of any kind, once. Without going into details, he told me that trip was a disaster. Because of that bad experience, he wasn't sure if he wanted to try clubbing again, but his desire to hear Brandon and his desire to claim back another section of his life was bigger than his fear.
I noticed Ashton's enthusiasm right off the bat when he answered the door. He was dressed to the nines and he wore a smile bigger than any I'd ever seen. For lack of a better word, Ash was hot and I knew that people would be checking him out.
We arrived at the club a little early, around ten o'clock, and the place wasn't in full swing yet. Brandon saw us and waved at us from the DJ booth. I took the opportunity and led Ashton around so that he could get a feel for the different rooms of Metro. Mostly, Ashton and I floated between the main dance floor and the Rainbow Room. He genuinely seemed to be enjoying himself and for that I was glad. At one point I got Ashton out on the dance floor when it wasn't too crowded. It was amazing he was a much better dancer than I was. He simply felt the music, let it wash over him and moved. I usually get too worried about people watching me and what they are thinking for me to move lucidly. Watching Ashton dance, getting beyond all that self-consciousness, was as enjoyable as listening to his sonata. There was an inner peace that washed over him when he was doing either thing.
IT seems that I wasn't the only one that noticed Ashton's contentment. I'd seen men looking at Ash all night; some curiously because he was wearing sunglasses at night, some in desire because he was good looking, and others still just stared because he was new. I told Ash about his admirers and he just brushed me off. As we finished dancing to "The DJ's Girl" I noticed one guy in particular looking at Ash, but unlike the others he was reserved.
The guy was a hottie. He was as tall as Ashton and built very nicely. He had a deep tan, black hair, and chiseled good looks. From what I could tell he looked Sicilian, Italian, or possibly Greek. This guy was dressed very well and obviously knew he was good looking, but he wasn't cocky about it. The way he looked at Ashton had an innocent and shy quality to it. He was obviously interested in Ash, but it didn't appear to be for any of the reasons I saw other guys staring.
"Ash," I said, "There's a guy looking at you."
"Yeah," he replied, "Big deal. It's probably just some horn-ball like most of the guys here. He probably wouldn't talk to me once he learned I was blind."
I mumbled something and nodded in agreement, but at the same time I was thinking to myself, "Perhaps not." We walked back to the piano bar, and stayed there relaxing for almost an hour. In that time I had noticed the tall, dark, and handsome guy enter the piano bar and look at Ash a few times. I'd always watch out of the corner of my eye as Ashton and I continued to talk and drink the night away. I never told Ashton what I had seen.
We'd been talking about coming out and I was really into the conversation so I didn't notice the man sit down in a chair near us and behind me. Ashton and I had both made the big leap, coming out to our friends and families. Albeit for different reasons and in different ways. I was so engrossed in the conversation that I was startled to hear a voice from behind me.
"As a man who is just come out to himself, much less others, I find your conversation quite interesting." The voice was strong, smooth, and with a slight accent. I turned and was greeted by Ashton's admirer. "I'm sorry," the man continued, "I didn't mean to interrupt, but it sounded very interesting. My name is Theo." Theo held out his hand, which I shook.
"I'm Evan," I said, "And this is Ashton." Theo stretched his hand out towards Ash, but Ash obviously did not move towards it. Instead he stated, "Pleased to meet you."
"Ash," I said, "Theo is waiting to shake your hand." Ashton raised his hand to find Theo's and shook.
"Pleased to meet you as well," Theo said. I don't think that Theo had realized for sure that Ashton was blind until that moment.
Together, the three of us continued to talk about coming out and other related issues until Brandon walked in and gave me a big kiss. I had been hoping that his break would come soon, and my patience had been rewarded. I introduced Brandon and Theo, and then I took Brandon to another corner of the bar where I could talk to him one-on-one, as well as be a little intimate. In doing so, I let Theo and Ashton get better acquainted with each other.
Having Brandon near to me in that corner was what I'd wanted that entire evening. In a way it wasn't fun to be out without him right there beside me, he felt that good. When he placed that kiss upon my cheek as a way of greeting, I felt physically lighter. Between work and school, I felt like Atlas with the weight of the world upon my shoulders. When Brandon was there beside me, all that stuff just disappeared. I know it sounds obsessive, but when I was with him, I felt that my world began and ended with him. It was exactly how Ashton reacted to music. I was washed over and I didn't bother noticing the problems or the processes that were invading my life. I was an alcoholic with a fifth of Jack Daniel's, a drug addict with a gram on coke; I was high . . . I was high on Brandon.
Like with any high, the inevitable low comes. Brandon's break was over all to fast and we kissed each other longingly as we parted. I decided that I'd make the rounds and say hello to some of the people I'd been meeting and asked Ashton if he'd like me to introduce him. He suggested that I should go on ahead without him, so that's what I did.
I walked around stopping to say hello to this person or that person, the newfound friends, as well as more casual acquaintances. Some expressed their like of Brandon's style and asked me to pass along the congratulations, which I promised I would. All in all, I danced and chatted my way around the club for nearly forty-five minutes.
It was just about to be last call when I returned to the Rainbow Room. Theo's back was to me and Ash couldn't see me come in the room so I stood and took notice of the two for a moment. They were sitting closer together and Ash was wearing a smile I don't think I'd seen; it made me smile too. This sort of intimacy made me approach the table, for fear of interrupting.
"Hello gentlemen," I said as I neared the table.
"Welcome back Evan," Ashton said in reply, "Theo and I were just discussing my eyesight."
"Ahh, getting the full story Theo?"
"Yeah, I never would have guessed. I had no idea that you could lose your eyesight like that or that people could be so cruel. It really saddens me."
I'd thought those exact things before, when Ashton told us the story, but I didn't want to feel them again, so I diverted the subject matter. "Theo, is your name short for Theodore?"
"Actually, no. My parents are Greek and they were both professors of Byzantine History at the university in Athens. My father was an archaeologist, while my mother was a research historian. They were really into their work and wanted to name their son to have an original name with some historical importance as well. I'm named Theodosius in honor of Theodosius the Great, Byzantine Emperor. That name is a mouthful, and even odd here in the States, so I go by Theo."
"Wow," I said, "Ask a simple question . . ." I started to giggle as did Ashton. Theo looked at me with a sheepish grin, then joined in.
"I guess that is a lot to say."
"It's all good," I told him. "Does anybody want another drink? It's last call and I'm getting some Evian."
"Actually," Ash said, "Water sounds perfect."
"Same here, thanks Evan," Theo added. I got the beverages and returned to the table. It was 2 am, but since Ashton and I were waiting for Brandon, the three of were able to do a bit of talking. Theo seemed like a really nice guy and he was obviously attracted to Ashton. As the night wore on, we all exchanged numbers.
Theo's deal, as he stated upon meeting us, was that he was recently come out, looking for friends, and willing to date guys openly. He wasn't really looking for a relationship (who is when they first start dating?), but he wasn't going to turn one down if it's the right guy. He got all our numbers knowing that we would all be friends, but I had a feeling he wouldn't mind more from Ashton. I thought that was cool, as long as Ashton was cool with it also.
That night, I noticed that I was becoming protective of Ash. It was understandable though, I was learning very quickly that the gay community was very biased no matter what the imperfection. For this reason I was worried about Ash, but he had been out longer than I and better knew the problems concerning me. That was one of the major reasons that he hadn't gone out in so long a time.
We parted ways, Theo going home while Brandon left for his apartment, where he'd wait for me while I took Ashton home. It was almost 4am when I opened the door to Brandon's place. I looked down at the couch and he had passed out. It was to be expected because he had worked long hours in a very hot and humid environment. I knelt down, untied his shoes, and removed his socks. He barely stirred as I carried out these tasks, and moved only slightly as I scooped him up off of the couch.
As we crossed the threshold to his bedroom I felt his arm tighten around my neck. As I looked down, Brandon lifted his head up and kissed me firmly. I was so shocked at first that I almost dropped him, but I held him tighter and closer returning the kiss with equal passion. For a few moments I just stood there, holding him and kissing him. Hi hands just roamed across my back, my shoulders, my chest, and the back of my head. Slowly I started walking towards the bed where I laid down my lover ever so gently.
We continued kissing as our hands pried at the buttons of each other's shirts. We'd broke the kiss only long enough to lift our t-shirts above our heads. With our chests bared I sat there and held Brandon by the shoulders. He was simply beautiful. He looked back at me and I knew, without words, that I had spoken volumes. When I had walked in and saw him sleeping on the couch, I knew I loved him. Now, as he looked back at me, I knew that he loved me too.
I continued to hold him as I leaned in and kissed his cheek. my mouth trailed back across his cheek to his ear. My tongue flicked out across his lobe, then trailed up the outside of his ear causing Brandon to shudder. I worked on down his neck to his chest, paying careful attention to each nipple as they hardened. As his buds rose my tongue would flick across each one rapidly, then I would softly swirl it, finally sucking the whole thing in my mouth. The taste of him was overpowering and I wanted more. I worked further down Brandon, kissing his beautiful abs, stabbing at his belly-button with my tongue, as well as licking and caressing the soft sides below the ribs. My lover writhed on the bed as i lovingly attacked piece after piece of supple and erogenous skin. It was all so much for the both of us, but still, I wanted more.
I couldn't hold back any longer, I took his under-carriage in my hands and rolled his testicles between my fingers. Using my thumbs and forefinger I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, making it swell to it's fullest and then remain so. My chin was in the cleft where his member met his torso and my nose sniffed at his ever near and ever present manly smell. Phermones, ahh. I kissed his pubes and I was taken away. I wanted more and I took Brandon's cock in my mouth. So overcome with lust was I, that I swallowed him to the root, trying to accommodate more of him than there was. Brandon threw his head back screaming, "Jesus Christ!" The feeling the head of his dick being squeezed by my throat proved to be the height of ecstasy. My tongue brushed the underside of his shaft as I created a suction, moving my mouth up and down. Brandon's hands grabbed me by the side of my head and he followed along as I ravished his dick with my mouth.
He needed me almost as much as I needed him and his hands became stern. He held my head in place and removed his cock from my mouth. I kissed, sucked, and licked at it as it stood in front of me. Slowly, he moved his hips forward, pushing his cock past my lips, stopping only when my lips wrapped around his base once more. He started to pull back leaving only the head to my attentions, then he pushed in a little faster and a little harder. His pace picked up as he fucked my mouth over and over. Normally, I didn't like that, but that night I was consumed and happy to have him any way.
"Oh God," he said suddenly, "I need you Evan!" With those words he pulled me off of him and pulled me into a kiss. As we kissed he stood up at the end of the bed, bringing me up with him. Brandon held me in his arms as we kissed, each caressing the others back. With his right hand Brandon reached to my front and stoked first me, then both of us together. With his hand and his dick moving against mine, and our lips entwined he turned us around so that it was now my back wich was to the bed.
Abruptly, he stopped the kissing and stroking, bringing both of his hands to my chest. Taking my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers he gave them a little pinch, causing a jolt to run through my entire body, and then he quickly pushed me back onto the bed. He dropped down with arms extended on either side of my head and both of his legs between mine. I looked up to see his entire body hovering above mine and his face looking at me seeming angelic, loving, and playful all at once. A smile passed across his face and he lowered his body covering me like a blanket. Once again our lips and tongues entwined in a fitful duel. As we kissed, Brandon reached up with one hand to get a condom and lube from the drawer beside his bed.
I knew what was coming next, and it was something that was ill-defined between Brandon and I. Several time we had tried penetration with one another, but we were both virgins in that sense so we had caused both pleasure and pain; usually too much of the latter as far as we were concerned. As a result, we generally stayed away from that activity. Still, both he and I were worked up and it seemed so natural.
First he put a little lube and spread it around my anus, using one finger to rub it in and loosen me up. He very tenderly applied pressure to his first finger, inserting it past the ring up to the first knuckle. I winced at first, but he started licking my ear and the intense pleasure of that caused me to relax. Soon the finger was all the way in twisting around causing pleasure. Brandon removed it long enough to re-lube, and when he came back he added a second finger. It felt glorious, little waves of pleasure raked through my body as he finger-fucked me, passing and pushing at the gentle folds of my insides. As he was preparing me with one hand, he prepared himself with the other. I looked at Brandon with longing and desire, he looked back at me with love and hunger.
Brandon removed his fingers and positioned himself hovering over me once again. He dipped down attacking me with his mouth one last time, sucking on my neck, then chin, finally kissing me. When we ended the kiss he softly positioned us both to prepare for entry. He never watched what was doing, the whole time his eyes and mine were locked. It was blissful ecstasy of the body and the soul. He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and gave it a firm push. While the head was sliding in Brandon said, in a husky and erotic voice, "I love you!"
He had put little more than the head in, but when he said those words I was overcome by orgasm. My whole body shook from the core of my bones to the surface of my skin, still I had not ejaculated. I screamed in pleasure as my body quaked, the muscle of my sphincter taking hold of Brandon's cock inside of me. So much did it massage him that it caused his own orgasm and with it his ejaculation. Brandon came so hard that I felt it pulse within me, and that in turn set off my own, inevitable, ejaculation. Shot after shot released the energy and desire built up in both of us, while time stood still. Both he and I were screaming to a crescendo and when our orgasms were through we were frozen in position. Two seconds later, Brandon fell by my side, his cock sliding out of me. We wrapped our arms around each other in a warm embrace, kissing each other lightly and falling, softly, to sleep.
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