7-Almost perfect booty calls 

Brandon's pov

I know the decision I’m making isn’t wise but I really want it...I might regret it but right now all I want is...

It’s crazy to think that this time around I’m not going to the bar. This has been a habit of mine for so long it feels weird not to go. I’ve been going to that gay bar every single day. Not once have I missed the chance to go. Except for rare occasions where I really can’t.

I can’t believe I’m doing this for my own horny needs.

He’s been on my mind all week long. In the end, I couldn’t really satisfy myself at all despite having my dose of sex every day.

I don’t know what is happening to me. Why is he the only one that can satisfy my sexual desires? Ugh god not once has this happened before.

I really don’t know what I’m getting myself into. All I know is that I need him now! I’ve been waiting all week...Is it crazy to say I was suffering to the point I could die?

Thank god it’s Friday!

I hear a knock and I instantly open the door. I come face to face with that said guy, Rett.

“Rett..” He smiles upon seeing me but then he notices my already hard-on. He blushes at that.

“For me?” He points at said hard thing.

“Yeah...”

He gets in the apartment and gets his things on the floor. Oh yeah, I told him to bring his stuff.

“Rett...”

I take ahold of him by his waist. This puts us face-to-face with each other. He gives me big eyes and madly blushes. I love when he blushes like that and he gets taken by surprise.

“Yes..?” I push my very obvious hard-on on his thigh.

“Feel that?”

“Ah...yes...” Already moaning for me...

I take control and kiss him and explore my tongue in his mouth.

“Argh...” He groans.

“Mm” I stop holding him by his waist and instead push him into the bed.

“Mm”

I lift his shirt enough for it to reveal his nipples. I take a hold of them and suck on both of them. This makes him a moaning mess.

“Ah...Bran...don...” He stutters as he says my name.

“Feel good huh?”

“Yes...”

I continue where I left off. He lets me take control. He doesn’t do anything for a bit but then he tries to get rid of his shirt entirely. I let him do that.

Then I decide to lick and suck on his collarbone. Without hesitation, I suck deep and that makes him groan and moan too. That’ll leave a hickey for sure.

Then, I choose to take things elsewhere and grab his pants.

“Take them off..”

“Gladly.”

As if in a competition. I take off his pants and his briefs as fast as I can. There a really hard dick springs to life on his stomach. He looks away in embarrassment.

“Look at me.”

He listens to my command and turns around. There he reveals completely his flustered face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I like seeing your face.” That makes him become flustered even more.

“Really?” He says hope in his voice.

“Yeah, I do.”

I get ready to take care of his balls but he pushes me away to my utter surprise.

“Not now...I want to give you pleasure.” Oh?

“What kind of pleasure do you hope to give me?”

“You...like my ass right?” Oh, he knows that fact now?

“Yeah?”

“Do me now.”

“Huh? Are you sure you don’t want to get a boost of your pleasure first?”

“No...I want you..” That makes my cock twitch. Damn...it’s starting to be painful down there.

“Say that again?” I say smirking.

“I want you in me now!”

“That wasn’t enough. Say that again?”

“I want you to fuck me!” That does it.

I strip off my entire clothes. My really hard cock springs to life. Finally, it gets to breathe a little. It won’t feel better until I get it in through.

I take the bottle of lube in my drawer and take a condom too since I know he wants me to put a condom on.

I start to stretch him all the while kissing him. He seems to enjoy this but he is actually a lot impatient this time around. A little too eager even.

“Go faster!”

“Impatient are we?” I tease.

“Stop it...put it in..”

“Ok...ok you’re almost stretched enough.”

I stretch him so much more and then, I proceed to tease him with the tip of my dick into his ass cheeks.

“Stop it! Stop teasing me...I want...” Then, I push into him full force and he almost cries at that.

“Got what you wanted?”

“Ah...ah yes...” He moans some more.

“That’s good ’cause we’re in for a ride!”

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In the end, we went for a few more rounds. He was insistent. He wanted to make sure he satisfied me. As much as it made me happy. I took control of the situation anyways and ended up sucking his dick. He also sucked mine at one point.

Honestly, I prefer being sucked on.. than sucking. Especially how amazing it feels to have his lips on my cock and his mouth taking control of the said thing.

Anyways, last night was magical...All my pant-up sexual frustration got relieved yesterday. It felt good for it to be taken care of by the person that haunts my thoughts.

He left this morning before I went to work. He didn't utter a word like he usually does. Perfect Everything is perfect.

Through, I just finished work and as always I head to the bar as I usually do, even if I don't really want to.

I get inside the bar and notice Brent instantly. I sit on a bar stool.

"Hey, hey guess who's back!?" He smiles.

"Yeah me."

"Where were you yesterday? It's very rare for you to not show up at the bar and especially on a Friday night. I think it never happened before."

"Eh, I didn't feel like showing up," I say nonchalantly.

"Liar"

"What do you mean liar?"

"You're basically glowing. Finally found a permanent hook-up guy?"

"What? Why would you think that?"

"What else goes inside that head of yours other than sex?" I actually look away slightly embarrassed because it is kinda true.

"I guess I'm right then?"

"No, I didn't find a permanent fuck buddy. The proof that I didn't. I'm here tonight."

"You're sure you're not just here for me?"
He says smirking.

"Oh, come on, quit it. I'm not here for you."

"How unfortunate." He smiles regardless.

"You always ask me about my sex life what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Got a new hook-up?"

"Dude, I'm literally working!" He laughs.

"You don't work all the time do you?"

"No"

"Then, you sure have time to find one."

"Don't rush me. Besides your sex life is way more entertaining." He smirks playfully.

"Then, get a better sex life." He looks sad for a second there but his usual smile comes back in an instant.

"I'm not a sex addict like you Bran."

"Sure, sure say that all you want. I'm telling you next time I'm finding you, someone."

"Oh really?"

"Oh, yes, really," I say half serious, half not.

"Wow...I never thought the one and only Brandon would ever try to find me a sex partner."

"Well, that's gonna happen now," I smirk.

"Nah, let's do it another time. The bar is busy and besides it is pretty crowded. It is Saturday after all."

"Yeah.."

"Anyways enough me, here is your usual Martini."

"Thanks." I smile at him. I take my Martini and drink a bit of it.

I look around and notice multiple men of different ages. Some are younger and some are older. I think there are some underage guys in there.

I notice those older men that are definitely married for sure. I mean why wouldn't they be? They have no reason to be here at their age. They are here to hide a life or just to create some fun.

If I were in my advanced forties or my fifties I wouldn't try to find a guy or love that is in such a bar.

For the first time since I started liking guys, no guys interest me but I go around the dance floor either way.

Immediately, I get approached by those old men. One of them grooms me. Damn, it's been a while since I last got groomed by an old man.

I get away from that man's hold.

"Dude go grab someone of your age."

"Aw, but you're way more attractive than guys my age. Especially that ass." My ass? Since when my ass is interesting?

"Nah, I won't do you tonight."

"Woah are youngsters that bold nowadays?" I ignore him.

Instead, I go away and start dancing instead. By now, I would've tried to find a guy to get in my bed but none of them are appealing to me. Only one guy comes to mind.

Ugh...I thought last night would be enough to get him out of my mind or something.

I dance for a bit till I get bored. Then, I get approached by some guy. He seems younger than me. Underage even.

"Hey handsome" I smile back to be nice.

"Hey"

"I saw you dancing." He smiles.

"Yeah, I did."

"You really know how...to attract guys huh?" The f**k he's talking about?

"Yeah, sure." I come closer to him and whisper in his ear.

"Tell me the truth. You're underage right?" He gets cut off guard by that.

"Oh...um..." He says worried.

"It's ok I won't tell anyone."

"Yeah, I am...I'm almost 19 though so it's fine!"

"I would've given you younger."

"Why?"

"You seem young."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessary. Just saying those old men are looking after guys like you so..."

"Oh...how disgusting."

"Yeah"

"You seem young yourself. How old are you?"

"Not telling"

"Why not?"

"I don't reveal those kinds of information to strangers."

"But you're literally in a bar." I put some space in between us.

"Still I only do one-night stands that's all."

"Mm...boring."

"Boring?"

"It's a shame you only do one-night stands because I can see the potential."

"Potential of what?"

"Of getting into the love. Being serious you know?"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"I really only do one-night stands through."

"Nah, that's not the vibe I'm getting from you. You don't seem the least bit interested in me. This is you rejecting me."

"I never rejected you."

"Not directly but you just did. You have someone I'm sure of that."

"Stop accusing me like that," I say slightly offended.

"Don't be defensive. Go get that guy."

"Get that guy? What about you? Didn't you say you want me?"

"Ah, I'll find another guy. Now go get to your man."

"He really isn't my man."

"You just admitted you have one."

"Ugh, how annoying..."

"You'll thank me once you'll know I'm right."

"Yeah, yeah as if."

"Now go!"

"Fine if you're so desperate." He flashes me one last time a smile and then that young guy is off to go see another guy.

I have a guy huh...What utter nonsense. Even if it is nonsense it makes me want to see him...Rett. Do I really have a guy? Is it that much obvious?

I go to the bar stool.

"You shut down a guy. That is definitely not something you see every day."

"Yeah, I know. Anyways, I'm off."

"Off so early?"

"Yeah, I've got some business to tend to."

"Is it that guy?"

"No! Gosh no! Why does everyone think that now?!"

"That guy over there said the same thing?"

"Yup, now I'm off!"

"Good luck and have fun with your guy!"

"F**k you!" I throw him a finger. He winks in return.

I walk quickly to get to my house and call said, person. Thankfully, he answers.

Garrett: Brandon?
Brandon: Yes that's me.
Garrett: Why are you calling me?
Brandon: I want you
Garret: What?
Brandon: I want you in my house.
Garret: Oh...
Brandon: Do you understand? I want you in my bed.
Garrett: Weren't you suppose to go to the bar?
Brandon: I left. It got boring without you.
Garrett: This is not a joke right?
Brandon: No, come to my house. I want you....now.
Garrett: Oh dear...I'm coming then.
Brandon: Good

I hung up. Thank goodness he's available and he's not busy tonight or else I doubt I would spend a good time tonight.

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We went at it again yesterday. Multiple rounds again. He was begging for the same thing. He didn't ask questions. That way he's not annoying.

I'm starting to think it's strange he doesn't ask questions anymore but at this point, I don't really care because all I want is his body... Damn. that seems bad saying it like that.

We both wake up. He put on his pyjamas he brought this time around. I find it strange that he wears a pyjama to go to bed even if it gets ruined anyways.

"Morning"

"Morning. You're leaving for work soon?"

"Yeah..." I totally forgot about work.

"Ah...I guess I have to leave."

"Don't leave.."

"But your work..."

"It's fine I'll call off for today. Weren't you the one that said I deserve a break from time to time?"

"Yeah?" He smiles upon realizing what is going to happen.

"Do you have to leave?"

"No, I'm available all day. Work starts tomorrow." Damn, tomorrow it's Monday. Time goes by so fast.

"That's good because I plan on doing more naughty things."

"Really?" He becomes flustered and all hopeful.

"Yeah"

We both stare at each other in silence for a while before I talk again.

"We're all sweaty from last night. How about we take a shower?"

"Together?"

"Yeah, ever did it in the shower?"

"No?"

"Well, I will make you know what it is." He blushes madly at that.

"Oh..."

I come closer and take him by the waist. Then, I make him put his legs between my waist and I lift him off. He gets cut off guard by that and then proceeds to blush madly.

"Brandon..."

"Yeah?"

"Nothing..."

"You sure it's nothing?"

"You're...you're strong."

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Do you go to the gym?"

"Actually no. Should I start working out?"

"No...you're perfect just the way you are."

"How sweet." I kiss his cheek and he smiles.

"Now let's go for real!"

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It's only been a few hours since he left but I already feel so empty. It's the evening again and that means I'm horny again.

I thought doing it more times would help satisfy my body but I guess it's not enough.

I don't really want to go to the bar tonight but I still need some stimulation.

Oh gosh, do I need to opt to play on myself? Gosh, I haven't done that in years.

In the end, I try to do it but it becomes a failure because I can't come. Not even the flashes of yesterday are enough for me.

It only makes me want to see him even more in person and put it into action.

You know what? Why not do that? I better just call him. It's not too late. So it should be fine.

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What ends up being just one time becomes multiple times.

Even though he works during the week and he doesn't like to be bothered during the week. We did it every single day crazy enough. I can't get enough of him. I called him over every single day of the week.

I'm surprised he always says yes every time and lets me do it. At least it makes me happy and works to my advantage.

I didn't know I was such a sex addict. Seriously I didn't know I actually couldn't go a day without doing it.

Anyways I already called him to come here. So he's on his way. He should be here any second now.

The good news is that we won't be bothered by work the next day because it's Good Friday.

Not too long after I hear a knock on my door. Immediately I open it and greet him with a kiss. I try to reach my hand on his ass but he pushes my hand away. Huh? Why is that?

"Rett..?" He stops kissing me. I try to enact something else but he pushes me away.

"I thought you wanted this? Why are you pushing me away?" Suddenly he has tears in his eyes and he looks dead at me.

"Brandon...I'm not just your boy toy, you can call whenever you want to! I'm sick and tired of it! I don't want to be just your boy toy!" He lets the tears run out his cheeks for real.

I look at him cut off guard by that. Unfortunately, I remain frozen and don't help him stop crying.

What the hell did he just say? He said he's a boy toy. Do I really treat him as if he's just a mere toy to play with? Oh gosh...I f**ked up, didn't I?