I woke up with a sick taste in my mouth. I swiped my hand past my mouth, wiping off the drool residue that was left from my sleep the night before. That's hot, I thought to myself. When I opened my eyes they adjusted to the brightness of a strange room. My head whipped to the side to see Brandon's back facing towards me. It was slowly rising and lowering, so I knew he was asleep which calmed me down.
Then my mind flashed into realization. This kid besides me had a boyfriend, whom I had just helped him cheat on. Fuck. I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed to rest my feet on the matted carpet. My eyes searched the room desperately for my scattered clothing from the night before. I got up from the bed and slowly started putting my clothes back on my body as I found them; briefs, shirt, shorts, one sock, the other sock, and finally shoes.
After I was fully dressed, I turned around to check to make sure that Brandon was still asleep. I saw his body on the bed, barely covered except for a sheet draped over his waist. He looks even more glorious in the morning; his muscular build slowly moving up and down with each breath, his buzzed cut hair and his sexy arms, which had been all over me only a few hours ago. I wanted to slide back into the bed and under the sheet to start sucking his flaccid dick until he woke up with a hard wet dick and came down my throat. I reminded myself of the boyfriend and that I was already a homewrecker, so I better not risk a second attempt at pleasure. With one last glance at his body I crept to the door, and left his room closing the door softly behind me.
"What are you doing?" I jumped at the voice behind me and whipped around to see Will in the kitchen of the apartment. He seemed to be cleaning up from the night before, but all he was wearing were his briefs and I could see his stocky muscular body staring back at me from the kitchen. "I thought you had gone home. Why were you in Brandon's room."
"Umm.. uhh," I was choking on my words trying to come up with a fast excuse. His eyes widened in realization at me.
"Oh. Have some fun last night did we?" Will was giving me a really strange look. He looked genuinely intrigued, but there was another sort of tone behind his voice. I couldn't decide if he was mad or possibly jealous. There was definitely something of about his voice.
"I guess you could say that," I answered back, not breaking eye contact with his judgmental gaze. "But I should probably get going, I have a lot to get done today."
He looked at me without answering for a moment then finally said, "Yeah. I guess you better." His answer took me by surprise. It was so cold, but I was too disoriented and slightly hungover from the night before to dispute it. I gave a sort of half-hearted head nod his direction and then walked out the door.
The next few days I didn't hear anything from either Will or Brandon, which wasn't unusual, but it was stressful on me. For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about Brandon. I knew it was wrong, and every time I thought about texting him I was reminded about his boyfriend. I figured the reason he hadn't texted me was because he also remembered his boyfriend the next morning and decided to steer clear of me. And yet, I still couldn't stop thinking about him. About that hot body against mine, his lips and tongue exploring my mouth and that cock. That cock that fucked me hard until it came.
That wasn't all that I thought about though. When I thought about him I felt a genuine happiness. The conversation we had, although short had left me with an intense feeling of longing; something I wasn't used to. I didn't normally like guys that fast, or at all. I had to keep telling myself not to text him and secretly, was a little hurt he didn't text me either.
As for Will, I couldn't help but feel weird about what had went down that morning. Remembering the tone in his voice and the way he looked at me. He was one of the good friends I had made over the last summer and I wanted to make sure that everything was cool between us so I decided to shoot him a text: "Hey man. What's up?"
I got busy the next couple days with school and work, but that didn't mean that I didn't realize that Will never texted me back. It had been about a week and a half before I finally received a text.
"Hey man," Brandon had sent. Although it wasn't the text I was expecting, my mind immediately started feeling better. I was overcome with a sense of happiness. I wanted to respond the next second, but decided I should wait a minute or two so I didn't seem so eager. I was almost disgusted with myself for being so happy about a text from a guy who had a boyfriend.
"Hey kid, how've you been?" I responded. Although I had waited a couple minutes to respond, Brandon's came in right away which made me smile dumbly at my phone.
"I've been pretty good. Been thinking about the other night," He replied. I was a little taken aback by this. I was not sure if he meant this as a good thing or more of a regret, so I replied carefully.
"Oh. Is that so?" I sent the text to him, but realizing this wasn't enough decided to also right, "what about it?"
This time the text took a few minutes to come in, which made me nervous. My feeling of nervousness left me as soon as I read, "About how fucking hot it was. Would love to get the chance to do it again."
I couldn't believe what I was reading, or how happy it made me. Reading this sent a little twinge in my pants. The thought of getting to have my way with Brandon again excited me to no end. Thinking of all the different things we could try sober made my dick start to grow, but I was determined to keep my cool.
"Yeah man," I responded. "That would be hot." After sending these texts, the thought of his boyfriend flashed into my head again. I decided that if he was willing to take this further, I was too. Although I'm not sure if this was my head or my dick talking.
