2 Chapter - New day in old nightmare
When I woke up it took me a while to realize where I was. I suppose I should feel some form of familiarity but when you come back after say 13 years, most of the things around you are changed and you feel welcome as bedbugs, it kind of destroys those warm fuzzy feelings of "being back home".
I laid in bed for good while staring at the ceiling. I usually wake up around 6, relieve myself, wash my teeth and face and go for a run. Then shower, dress, make my bed and journal and plan my day over making and eating breakfast. It may seem a bit strict to some, but I feel this morning routine is one of the most important parts of my days. This is something I am adamant on regardless of day in week, even holidays and vacations. The only exception is if I get home after way too many drinks, or some very lucky man spends the night. This happens rarely, cos even though I am usually a fun, kind, and outgoing guy, I highly prefer waking up alone and most of my hook ups are going to sleep in their own bed. So, if such a worthy occasion arises, I usually switch one cardio for another.
This morning however I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep the whole day through. I thought about it, but I was already wide awake, my cortisol levels probably highest in the last couple of years and there was no chance I'd fall asleep again.
I stood up and put on running clothes so if I meet someone in our bathroom, I raise the chance to start a day without being called a perv or some other insult my way. As I opened the door to the bathroom, the door on the opposite side, the ones from their bedroom also flung open. Me and Nate stood there for a heartbeat, and he then closed his, saying something or just growling, anyway the only thing I got from it was that I can use it and he can't be bothered to talk to me normally.
So, I did what I needed to, knocked on their door saying its free and went out to run.
Couple years ago, I started my online business, and you can say that I am an entrepreneur. I can stay at home or café the whole day, but I found out fairly quickly that if I don't start my day this way the rest is mostly procrastination and killing minutes until I go to sleep, of course we all need days like those but one thing that I believe I can thank for my business being successful is keeping days like these to minimum, preferably hangovers or "fuckovers".
Now this felt surreal. I don't come often to this town district, for obvious reasons and being here after these years felt great. I leisurely ran on familiar streets, amused how much changed and even more impressed when I encountered something I recognized from all those years ago. I was closing on 35yo, but I felt like an old man, seeing former spots, thinking back to when we hung out with friends in my childhood and teenage years.
My good mood lasted roughly until I saw my house, but I decided to push through and hope we can be civilized today. I went up and straight to the bathroom where I stood looking at one beautiful, round, muscled butt that was just now soaped all over and soapy fingers were giving the asshole a nice generous wash. From the angle I stood I couldn't tell if he was just washing it or lightly fingering it, but damn my imagination leaned towards the latter. I had a semi that second and it took me a good couple of more till I raised my eyes and saw a flushed, furious look on Nate's beautiful face. I took my earpads out as it seemed he was saying something and another few seconds till my brain realized I am being shouted at and cursed at to leave.
"Sorry mate, I didn't realize you were still here, I am going." It took all my willpower not to check him out again before turning around
"Knock on mine when you finish, I need to wash the sweat off." I said it mostly to my door as I left.
By this time, I was fully hard and thought if I will jack off now or in shower remembering this. But given that this is my sister's husband, although I have my issues with her, I don't find lusting after her straight man as something beneficial for anyone. So, I sat, opened my trusted apps, and messaged the first friend of mine I thought of. Jerry is on the leaner side to my hunk stature, but he is one noisy power bottom. He is amazing, as he prefers casual sex-driven friendships, always demands condom and has understanding for most of shit people can go through. So, I didn't feel too insecure to enlighten him about my situation. Of course, he's online and we get through my whole fucked up news in brisk and fun way over couple of short messages. Once this guy decides to become monogamous with someone, many lives will get worse at least little, not that he doesn't deserve all happiness his way of course, but I think if he wouldn't be such slut many of us would fall deeply in love with him. Maybe he is kind of angel put on this earth to fuck many guys and make them happy. By the end of our conversation, I was feeling pumped up, strong and ready to see life in bright colours. We agreed he will call me first thing his plane lands and we will go straight at it, as he is right now on a business trip abroad. But it calmed me enough not to freak out when the light tap on my door let me know the bathroom is free.
I opened the door and tried to apologize properly to Nate, but he just slammed his door, not even turning his head towards me. Shower, dress, and deep breath as I took my things and went down to the kitchen.
"Hey Nate, I am sorry, I thought you were there when I was on my run, didn't mean to barge in like that."
"Just drop it, I need to lock the door next time." He said to his mug of coffee, still not even raising his head my way.
"What did you do you pervert?" My dear sister strolled in
"Fuck off Ash." I said in the most inviting and cheerful voice
"Don't talk with her like this man, I mean it." He looked straight at me, I must say if I left out the history I have with her, I would really appreciate the tone and way he spoke as he stood for her.
"He ran into the bathroom when I was brushing my teeth, nothing major honey."
