Adulting

Scotty’s story

I still wasn’t sure how I felt about everything that happened this weekend. I had pictured it being all about me and Brad, but somehow It seems like Chip turned this into a group sex weekend. I mean it was fun and all, but I wanted to be with Brad. Just Brad. A lot of things were going through my head. I had never thought about Chip in a sexual way and frankly I still didn’t. He’s my friend and I don’t want anything to change that. I hope he’s not thinking that we’ll continue to play once Brad and Alec go home because that’s not happening. If he’s not thinking the same way our friendship could be headed for trouble.

It’s my last night with Brad before he heads home. This is the night I get him to myself and I’m going to give myself to him. Fully. I know, I know, we’ve done everything else, but I have never given my ass to anyone. I guess technically I’m a virgin. Maybe it shouldn’t be, but this is a huge deal to me.

I wanted everything to be perfect, so I did my research. I talked to Kev, I talked to Chip, I did some research online. I mean shit, I’ve NEVER had anything up there, it’s gotta hurt, right? Kev told me all about how to prep, Chip went with me to the adult store to get some good lube and a bottle of poppers, he even taught me how to use them. He and Kev both said it would make it hurt less and enhance the pleasure. Kev also pushed me to go to the doctor and get on PREP, it was a smart idea, especially since we were experimenting with others a little bit. I was ready to give myself to Brad.

Chip and Alec went out to the movies, so Brad and I finally had some alone time. I sent Brad on a quick beer run so I had some time to myself to get ready. I cleaned myself out like I saw on-line, took a shower, put on some mood music, turned off the lights and lit the room with candles. I had to admit it the mood was pretty romantic. When Brad came back from his beer run I was laying on the bed in a pair of black silk briefs waiting for him. I was so fucking ready to give myself to him. He called out my name when he entered the apartment, “I’m in the bedroom” I yelled back. I heard him put the beer in the refrigerator, then heard footsteps coming down the hall towards my room.

He opened my bedroom door with two bottles of beer in his hand “Here, I brought you one….” He took one look at me and stopped dead in his tracks “Damn” he said under his breath. “What’s all this?”

“THIS is the first time we’ve been alone since you got here. That’s what all this is, so strip and get your perfect ass over here.” The candlelight caught Brad’s dimples as he flashed that brilliant smile and started shedding his clothes, leaving a trail from the door to the bed. He managed to hold onto the beers as he did. When he got to the bed he set the beers on set the night stand and jumped into the bed with me wearing just his tight, black and white striped boxer briefs. Damn this man could make anything look sexy.

“You look so fucking sexy” he said in a low, deep tantalizing voice as he came in for a kiss. We started making out while laying on our sides, within a few minutes he had flipped me onto my back and slowly moved on top of me. He was grinding his crotch against mine slowly and the blood started running to my groin. We kissed passionately for a while, then he moved his lips down my body, licking my nipples. Then he moved over and took a whiff of my pits “Damn you smell so good” he said as he continued downward. He stuck his tongue into my navel and I giggled a little bit. He came back up and kissed me passionately again. It was a hot, powerful, meaningful kiss. It was more than just lust. He pulled away and started working his way down my body all over again. I reached down and pulled at his waistband pulling his boxer briefs off, he did the same to my sild briefs removing the final barrier between us. He took a similar path down my aching body as he did earlier, but this time he skipped my navel and went right to my engorged manhood, swirling his tongue around its head, then down the shaft until he reached my smooth ball sac. He took each of my balls into his mouth, bathing them with his warm tongue. It was transporting me out of my head to a place of pure pleasure. He licked further down while he simultaneously pushed my legs up. I held them at the knees and pulled them to my chest giving him full access to my tight, pink hole. He made eye contact with me as his tongue penetrated my hole, I was lost in ecstasy. After at least ten minutes he worked his way back up and came face to face with me.

“I’m ready, Brad. I want to feel you in me” I whispered before I kissed him.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a serious look on his face.

“Fucking sure” I responded then kissed him passionately. As we kissed, I felt him lining himself up with my tight, virgin hole. He moved his dick up and down my ass trench leaving a trail of precum and teasing my pucker. It opened and contracted with each gentle touch. My rectum suddenly felt like its own being with its own mission. My entire body was begging for Brad’s cock.

“Wait” I said reaching into the nightstand and grabbing the lube and poppers “Here use this” I said as I handed him the lube. He squeezed some into his hand and started to lubricate my hole with his finger. He moved in and out gently, then he added a second finger continuing with the same movements tenderly and lovingly preparing my clenching hole. The new sensations sent shivers through me. Literally the only think I had ever had in me before this moment was the nozzle of the enema I used to prepare myself. While he was loosening me up he put some lube on his manhood, stroking it up and down is beautiful shaft. It was so hot just watching him as he sat on his knees stroking himself as he prepared to enter me for the very first time. Throughout all of his prep, he never lost eye contact.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked with true concern.

“I’ve never been more fucking sure about anything in my life” I said. His concerned look turned into a stunning smile.

“You know, this is a pretty big deal” he said, taking me by surprise. “You only get one first time. Are you sure you want to give me that honor?” he said with a smile, obviously knowing the answer.

I repeated “I’ve never been so fucking sure about anything in my life. I hope this doesn’t sound too corny, but I want to feel you inside of me so bad.” Again, he smiled. I felt his girthy manhood at my entrance.

With his gaze still locked to mine I took a whiff of the poppers in each nostril like Chip showed me. It transported me to a place with no distractions. A world where nothing existed except Brad’s dick and my ass. I was laser focused as he pushed in. Oh my god his head breached my virgin ring with almost no pain or resistance, he had prepared me well. He was in me. Brad fucking Westin was inside of me. He stop when he heard me gasp “Are you okay Scotty?”

I was gritting my teeth as I got used to the incredible new sensations. I pushed my hand against his firm chest “I’m more than okay. You’re in me, Brad. I can feel your cock. Oh my god it feels incredible.” He flexed his dick and my eyes grew wide. He smiled, knowing I could feel him in me. He moved his hips in a circular motion using his girth to stretch me hole. I felt so full, so complete, I wanted more.

“You’re so fucking tight, Scotty. You want more?” he asked. I nodded with enthusiasm still gritting my teeth and pushing against his chest. He pushed a little deeper and I let out a guttural groan, inch by inch he entered me. He was almost all the way in when he hit bottom, or so I thought. “Okay, Scotty. Push out.” I did, suddenly he slipped in further, it felt like he was going through a second sphincter. OH MY GOD, the pain and the pleasure were overwhelming. I started thrashing my head side to side “FUCK! Take me Brad. Give me every inch!” He started to pull out and I felt every ripple and vein of his throbbing dick as he did. Then he started pushing back in slowly but steadily, then pulling out, then in, then out. Faster. Harder. I fucking loved it. Once he breached my second ring I was like a man possessed “Fuck me, Brad. Fuck me and give me your load!” He quickened his pace and leaned down to kiss me passionately. We continued to kiss as he stroked in and out of my tight passage. I figured out how to flex my sphincter and gripped him.

“Oh my god” Brad moaned into my mouth “How the fuck did you make it even tighter?!” he moaned “so fucking tight” as he moved in and out giving me pleasure with every stroke. He hit something in me that shot sensations od pleasure through my body.

“Oh my god. Right there. Yeah, that’s it” He found the spot and kept hitting it, all the while looking into my eyes. “Brad?” I said quietly

“Yeah, Scotty?” he said

“Will you please cum inside me?” A giant smile crossed his face as he pumped harder.

He kissed me passionately and whispered into my mouth “here it comes, baby. I’m gonna cum in you.”

“FUCKING DO IT!” I yelled so the whole block could hear “Give me your load Brad” and I kissed him hard and didn’t stop until I felt him shoot deep into my bowels. Oh my god, I was filled with the warmth of his seed.” He kept pumping into me but slowed his movements after he came. He kept fucking and fucking me until his dick started to soften inside of me, then he slowly pulled out. I could feel his cum dripping from my formerly virgin hole. It felt right. I felt right.

Brad rolled off me and I rolled on top of him and kissed him. We laid there in silence for a few minutes.

“Hey Scotty. I want you to know something” Brad said breaking the silence, our lips just inches apart.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“It’s too soon to say for sure… But I’m really thinking about saying I love you.” I shot him a look of surprise and broke into a huge smile. “I’m not ready yet, but you should know I’m thinking about it.” He said, his adorable dimples glistening in the candlelight.

“The fact that you’re thinking about it makes me happy as fuck” I said smiling wide “for what it’s worth… I’m thinking about it too. Maybe soon.” He smiled back at me and we kissed again. I never felt so wonderful in my life.

It was the first time I had ever been fucked. It was hot, passionate, romantic, tender and rough at the same time. Most importantly, it was with the right guy. It was perfect.

After Brad went home to Phoenix the next day, I missed him so much, he’s all I could think about. Kev’s words kept rolling around in my head, “Follow your heart but use your head.” I decided to use my head to figure out a plan in case my heart decided that it wanted to be with Brad… which I was pretty sure it would eventually do. I made a list of what would have to happen for us to be together.

First of all, we’d need to live in the same city, that means one of us would have to move. Brad’s career was going well in Phoenix and frankly, my job was mediocre at best, it was a paycheck not a career and I didn’t have any real attachments to Denver. I’d rather live in Phoenix near my brother anyway. So if we Brad and I were going to be together, Phoenix made the most sense. So, how do I get to Phoenix? I’d need a job. I talked with Kevin about it. He told me to reach out to Matty. He had just taken a position as head of HR for the resort. Since the business was small and growing fast, he ended up taking on PR and Operations as well and his plate was overflowing. Matty and Jordan (Kev’s business partner) were just starting to look for someone to help him. They didn’t have a timeline written in stone yet, but they were starting to talk to people and Kev thought I’d be a great fit. I called Matty and sent him my resume. We had a great conversation and he definitely wants to talk to me further about the opportunity. He’ll be in Vegas for New Year’s Eve and he agreed to interview me then. If it goes well he promised to set me up with Jordan. If that opportunity doesn’t work out Kev had some other suggestions, plus I have an on-line search going. My resume was out there… just in case.

Next I’d need a place to live. Maybe with Brad, maybe not quite yet. So I started to check the market out just to get an idea. I was checking prices on apartments and even started to look at small houses. When I told Kev he started pushing me to move in with them until I got settled, if I didn’t move in with Brad, but living with my brother felt like a step backward. I think Kev understood that… I don’t think he liked it, but he got it. He loves to have his family around.

Lastly, I’d have to talk to Chip about moving out. I did. The conversation went well. It turns out he was actually working on a plan of his own to get back to St Louis. He’s been pretty homesick since he went back at Thanksgiving. Our lease comes up at the end of April, so we have a little time to figure things out.

The bottom line is that once I thought through it rationally and logically and put it on paper it became very doable. If my heart decides I need to be with Brad, my head will be ready to jump into action. I didn’t tell Brad any of this because I didn’t want him to think I was pushing him into a relationship. This was less of a plan, and more of a plan to have a plan. If I did do this, it would be because it’s the right thing for me. Not just because of Brad. But honestly, just thinking about being with Brad made me happy as fuck. I really could see a future with him. In the meantime I was going to see him every chance I got. I figured once I got to know him better I’d know what to do.

I did my best to talk Brad into going home with me for Christmas to Wisconsin. But he said he felt like he was crashing a family thing and declined. I understood, it’s always uncomfortable spending Holidays with someone else’s family, but damn I wanted him there and if there’s one thing I can tell you about my family, it’s that everyone I s always welcome. I know Kev and Randy called him and tried to convince him even though I told them not to. They denied it, but I know them too well, but it didn’t work because he’s still not going. I was happy when he told me that Jordy and Marc invited him over on Christmas Day, they always host a big group of friends. I was just glad he wouldn’t be alone, and he promised to facetime me. The thought of this wonderful guy spending every holiday alone just killed me.

I DID, however, talk him into spending New Year’s Eve in Vegas. I can hardly fucking wait to see him again!

To be continued…