"Are you kidding me Nick? God damn it again? Are you fucking serious?" I yelled as I ushered the half naked man that was just balls deep in my boyfriend in our apartment. Well ex boyfriend.
"I'm sorry man, he never said he had a guy!" He was mumbling while his cock waved around still hard.
I didn't respond just slammed the door in his face and turned to face Nick.
"Listen, Jay, I didn't mean for this to happen at all I swear." He said and I could feel the tension in my neck building.
"Oh what? He came over, you accidentally poured some wine and he just happened to fall over naked and hard and fuck you?"
"Well I mean he messaged me on Instagram wanting some fitness tips just being friendly. So I invited him to hang out since you've been working so late and I've been bored. One thing just kinda led to another honestly."
"Wow. Great excuse so it's my fault that you're an asshole? Even after I said I was open to a threesome if you were missing new dick? Just get the fuck out!" I finally said.
He went back and forth with me a couple more times before finally packing a bag and dipping out, probably to a hotel. Probably to some other guys DM's for a hookup.
We'd only dated like three months, but he had already cheated on me with 5 other guys. And that was what I knew about! I chalked up the first two to just being together for a month and not really exclusive. But he asked to move in in-between leases and we went public with friends and everything.
That was when the problems started. He was sneaking around, still on tinder and Grindr and man I try not to be jealous but if you move in and go out in public, maybe keep your lips off of other dicks? Especially since I had offered to do threesomes and fool around with groups if that would keep him more satisfied.
Whatever. I finally thought to myself as I locked the door behind him and took a few deep breaths to steady myself. It was 9 pm on a Wednesday and I had just kicked out my live in boyfriend. This was supposed to be a celebration day as I was finally done with my work project that was making me work much more OT than usual.
At least I was taking the next two days off to regain some semblance of where I was at in my personal life.
Which was nowhere now, I thought as I grabbed a beer from the fridge and started warming up the shower. I walked into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper and checked myself out in the full body mirror on my wall. Fuck I'm still young, hot, fuck him and anyone else, I'm a catch.
I am 24, red hair, about six foot tall, and a decent athletic build from playing sports all my youth, but I've gotten a little softer since leaving college and being less active. At least my ass jiggled now, the guys I'd been with since i moved to this city after college always told me how much they loved that.
I grabbed the beer and washed myself in the shower while drinking it. The cold beer combined with the steaming hot shower was making me feel more relaxed than I had been in a month.
I drained the rest of the beer and shut off the water. I stepped out onto my bath mat and tossed the can into the bin and grabbed my fluffy towel to dry off.
I walked back into my bedroom and started grabbing clothes from my closet. Tight, skimpy briefs that barely covered half of my ass, check. Tight chinos that showed off every inch of my legs, check. Untucked button up shirt, only halfway buttoned up, check.
Damn I looked good! I checked myself out again and then pulled on a pair of Chelsea boots and headed out the door to the bar nearby to celebrate alone.
I walked into the loud bar and had to blink my eyes a couple times with all the lights blazing from a game corner and the pool hall section. The light by the bar was much softer and that's where I was headed anyway.
This was just a local sports bar. Salt of the earth people, loud music, games, cheap drinks. The perfect place to unwind.
I slid onto a bar stool and ordered a shot of Jameson along with a beer to chase it with. The bartender smiled at me and I think he could tell I was either celebrating or chasing some residual anger away. If he'd have guessed both, he would have been right!
I did the shot and then chased it with a few sips of beer while casually browsing my phone and checking out the scene.
"Is this spot taken or do you want to drink alone?" I heard a deep voice that was smooth as amber from just behind my right shoulder. He had to kind of shout and it made me startle a little.
"Oh! Hey!" I kinda mumbled turning to face the voice and being greeted by a big, beaming, bright white smile. "I wouldn't mind a drinking buddy if you're free." I said smiling broadly back at him.
The rest of him behind his smile was just as stunning. He was a black man that looked like he bent iron bars for a living! He seemed like he was just about as tall as me, a very handsome face, and definitely a little husky, probably 30-40 pounds heavier than me. 20 years of fast food, hard work, and more than a few beers. He was wearing aged jeans and a heavy duty cotton long sleeve shirt.
"Thanks, I saw you pound that shot and thought to myself, damn he looks like a party!" He said sitting next to me, our knees casually brushing together and flashing me another big smile.
I couldn't help but blush and take a second to gather myself. Damn I move on quick, I thought as I motioned for the bartender to bring another round for me and my new friend.
"I'm Jay!" I said reaching my hand out to his.
"Briggs." He answered back, enveloping his large hand around mine and giving it a quick pump that crushed my fingers. "So we doing shots for a reason or is this just a normal Wednesday night for you Jay?"
The bartender set down two shots, two beers, and flashed us a big smile before walking away.
"Nope just kicked my boyfriend out of my apartment and finished a project that's been making me work 14 hours days for a month!"
"Haha cheers to assholes and congratulations to you then!" He said raising his shot glass to clink mine before we downed the warm liquor.
