Chase wasn't happy. Not about life in general mind you, but about how the whole thing with Chrissy went down. We had a couple earnest conversations about how it turned out and why.
Chrissy had been Chase's last short term relationship that had the potential of becoming long term or possibly even permanent. Chase had really liked her, but apparently I had ruined it. Actually it wasn't 'apparently'. It was one hundred percent true that my actions had led to their breakup. Of course my actions were based on Chrissy's actions. I had caught her cheating on my friend, had the visual and audio proof of it, but instead of just going to Chase with said evidence I took matters into my own hands.
Yes, it could've been classified as 'vigilante justice' as Chase described it. I'm not sorry for what I did or how I did it. Chase obviously thought he should have been the one to make that decision. He wasn't wrong, but I knew that his way would have risked her talking her way out of trouble and back onto his dick. And that wasn't a chance I had been willing to take. Selfish? Maybe. I wasn't sure if it was all about helping him, or if part of it was helping me. Our friendship had already been changing, but I think I would have adapted to whatever changed.
After Chase had finished with me out in his backyard (and I also finished with him), we had the conversation about what I found out, how I found out, the evidence I possessed, and what had happened. Until then Chase hadn't known that Chrissy had seen the ending of our exchange. After our conversation, Chase had retrieved his phone, turned it back on, and found the multiple missed calls and texts with the final being a breakup text. Like I said, he wasn't happy.
To his credit, Chase called Chrissy and confronted her about her cheating, and then told her that it served her right how I handled it. After that call I could tell he was still pissed at me though.
I gave him a couple of weeks to cool off and readjust. I didn't drop in during my time off, but just waited until he was ready to hang out again. I knew he would let me know when he was back to normal. As expected, he let me know. The unexpected part was that he let me know he was going to a club and was seeing if I wanted to go. I'm not a club guy. Clubs are very...people-y. I am not a people person. Even knowing all this, Chase had still asked. I decided to go.
"I just felt like getting out, and you don't ever go." Chase said. "Two birds, one stone."
The club was busy. Chase seemed familiar and friendly with a lot of people there. I thought I briefly saw Karl with a 'K' at one point, but wasn't totally sure it was him and lost sight of him in the crowd. Chase moved easily through the throng of people, flitting from conversation to conversation. I kept to myself at the end of the bar, definitely out of my comfort zone. Chase would come over periodically and briefly chat with me, but soon got himself lost in the sea of bodies once again. I had been drinking Sprite, but the bartender placed something else in front of me.
"I didn't order this." I said loudly to be heard over the noise.
"Uh...he did." he replied while pointing in a vague direction. I saw Chase out there in the general area, so it was from him.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Sex in the Driveway." he answered offhandedly.
It was blue and tasted like citrus. I liked it. After the fourth one was empty the chair next to me became occupied. He introduced himself as Shawn. We chatted about this and that. He was friendly enough and was an interesting guy with interesting stories. I was back to drinking another Sprite when the conversation went in a different direction.
"So Brad, ever done anything sexually with another guy?"
"Actually, I have." I answered.
I don't know why I answered that question at all, let alone answered it so blatantly honest to a stranger. It wasn't anyone else's business and I'm a private person, especially around people I don't know.
"Did you want another drink?" he asked.
"I've still got one." I said, holding up my Sprite as proof.
"No, I mean another one of the blue ones." Shawn prompted.
"Oh...sure. Those are pretty good."
"I thought you might like them."
"Were you the one sending them over?" I asked. "I thought it was my buddy."
"Nope, that was me. But we can be buddies too. You can never have too many friends. How about it? Are you and I friends?"
Shawn was correct, you can't have too many friends. I had never heard of someone complaining that they had one too many buddies.
"Sure Shawn, we can be friends."
Shawn kept chatting about life in general, but once in a while he would plant the odd question in there. Have I ever handled another guy's cock? Have I ever sucked a cock? Did I enjoy it? Would I do it again? Have I ever been tied up?
"Tied up?" I questioned.
"Yeah, like to the bed, or over a bench, or to a hook in the ceiling." Shawn described. "So I can tell that you haven't tried that, but would you like to? Trust me, it's a lot of fun. You don't even have to do anything when you're tied up."
"Really? That does sound like fun." I said.
His questions continued like that. Have I ever been fucked by another guy? Did I enjoy that? Have I ever fucked a guy? That last question stopped me and got me thinking.
"Actually, no Shawn. I have never fucked another guy."
He seemed genuinely surprised by that. "So you've done all these fun and adventurous things, but you've never gotten to fuck another guy? That seems a little selfish. I think that a real friend would reciprocate."
"That is kinda messed up, isn't it? Maybe he's not as good a friend to me as I am to him."
"Seems that way to me." Shawn agreed. "If I fucked you, I wouldn't be so selfish. I'd let you try it out for yourself. Would you like to try that?"
"Yes, I would." I said earnestly.
"Great. Let's get out of here. My place isn't far away. Do you want to get out of here Brad? It's kinda crowded in here and I'm having a hard time hearing you."
"Yeah." I agreed. "This really isn't my kind of place."
