Adulting

Author's note: Hey guys, this is the 6th Chapter of Adulting. I messed something up and the numbering is off. Different characters are telling the story as we go...I hope the numbering isn't too confusion. Thanks again for reading and sharing your comments!

CHAPTER 6 - Brad’s Story (Continued From Scotty’s Story)

I can’t believe Scotty flew all the way out here just to out with me. He said he was coming to visit his brother for Thanksgiving but that’s BS. He came for me. That makes me feel pretty damn good. It’s been an eventful night and now I’m lying in my bed under my college crush.

I don’t really hide my sexuality, but I don’t flaunt it either. I’m not really out at work and I kind of freaked out in my head when Scotty’s brother in-law turned out to be Randy Ashton. My bosses boss. Fuck! But Randy’s got a reputation for being a decent guy and I trust him.

I’m protective of my sexuality because so far coming out hasn’t gone so great for me. A high school friend outed me to my parents the first semester of my senior year of college, shortly after my night with Scotty, and my father disowned me. I haven’t talked to him since. I basically don’t have a family anymore. I’m the oldest of six kids. I have two sisters in college and three brothers who are all under eighteen and living at home. They’re all under the strict control of my father, a rightwing, fundamentalist “Christian” conservative who is convinced the gay can be prayed away. My mom? I have no clue what she thinks, although typically she thinks what dad tells her to. Dad controls her too and she hasn’t tried to contact me in over two years. My two sisters and I talk every couple of weeks, but we’re careful about it. They call me when it’s safe, I don’t call them, my father would disown them both if he knew. As far as he’s concerned I’m possessed by the devil himself, bound for hell, and dead to him.

A good friend of mine from high school was a lesbian. When she came out to her parents, they lost it! She pled her case saying, among other things, “a lot of my friends are gay.” “Like who?” asked her self-righteous prick of a father (also, a good friend of my father). “Like Bradley Westin” she blurted out. Well that was it. He called my dad, my dad called me and cut me off completely. I was told I was not welcome in his home, he would no longer help with my tuition, and that any other ties to the family would be cut. That included cutting off my phone and draining our joint savings account that held over $10,000. That money was all mine. I had earned and saved every penny from part time and summer jobs over the years and was using it to pay for my room and board. My father had agreed to pay my tuition. All of that ended with one short phone call. I was devastated, alone, broke, afraid I was going to have to drop out at the end of the semester, get kicked out of the dorms and be homeless. My world was shattered. I lived in fear of my father.

I came back to the dorm one day about two months after he had disowned me and saw him sitting in the common area waiting for me. He was with another guy, they didn’t see me so I left and went to stay with a friend who lived off campus for a few days. I had some friends in the dorm watching for him. He hung out for a couple of days and I stayed away until the coast was clear. My guess was the guy with him was from the “church” and they planned on bringing me home for conversion therapy… my father was big on praying away anything that didn’t fit into his narrow vision of acceptable. Basically, my father thinks he has the lord’s permission to be an asshole.

I was lucky enough to have a gay guidance counselor who empathized with my situation. With his help I was able to access several LGBTQ organizations that helped me secure a partial scholarship, a small student loan, and a couple of part-time jobs to help pay living expenses. Basically, the gay community rallied around me and saved me, they became my family. It was the low point of my life. I was truly devastated and sank into a deep depression, who knows what would’ve happened If they didn’t come to my rescue. As soon as I got a good job, I started making monthly donations to all the organizations that helped me break away from my father and stand on my own. I owed them everything. I was determined to succeed and show them they put their faith in the right guy. I was also out to show my father that I didn’t need him either. I pushed myself hard, graduated in the top five percent of my class, got a great job, and bought my own condo (Incidentally, I purchased my condo because the building has great security, I still fear my father). At twenty three I had a great start, I love the life I’m building, but I’d rather be building it with someone special. Enter Scotty… maybe?

Scotty reached out to me from out of nowhere and now he was here in my bed. I got out of my head and back into the moment. HE wanted ME, and it felt damn good to be wanted, especially by someone like him.

I looked up into his beautiful eyes as he lined up his sheathed dick with my tight hole. He insisted on using a condom. I didn’t really care and would rather feel him bareback. I’m the only guy he’s ever been with so I know he’s clean, and I’ve been on Prep for three years. If this date turns into more than a one-time thing (and I truly hope it does), I’ll talk to him about that. But for now I’ll deal with the condom. OOF! I felt the pressure of him pushing on my entrance, Scotty is a big boy and It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. “Go slow Scotty, be gentle.” God he’s hot as fuck! Look at that wide chest! Hard as a rock and solid fucking muscle, I punched him gently with my fist to get a feel of that hard, manly body. “Yeah that’s it, nice and slow” I said to him as he breached my hole. I pressed my hands against his chest. Damn he was so hard, just a solid mass of muscle. He pushed a little more of his girthy cock into me, god it felt so good. A deep guttural moan escaped my lips. FUCK, he hit my prostate “right there! Fuck Scotty, right there!” He pulled back a little and pushed in again concentrating on my P-spot and giving me more pleasure.

I was staring into his light brown eyes “Fuck me Scotty, fuck me hard”

He smiled wide and said, “Are you sure?” I nodded, and he pushed deeper until he bottomed out in my passage, then pulled out almost completely and pushed in again to the hilt. Then he did it again, and again, faster and harder each time. Fuck it felt so good. He was holding himself up by his hands then, he dropped his full body weight onto me and started pumping with just his hips, faster and faster. I lifted my legs in the air, holding my own ankles to give him better access. Oh my god he was hitting all the right places, I couldn’t believe the sensations I was feeling. He had his arms wrapped around my neck, his bare chest was touching mine and his body was pretty much still from the waste up as his pelvis was doing all the work. He didn’t have much technique, but I was loving every second of it. Just being held by Scotty made me happy.

We kissed as he fucked me. There was something about the way we kissed. It wasn’t a lusty kiss, it was a tender, caring kiss. It was as if the kiss was more important than the sex itself. We were connecting in a way I have never connected with another person. I felt less alone in the world and reveled in it.

Scotty continued to pump in and out of me, his massive tool hitting all the right places giving me my first anal orgasm. Holy shit, I was about to cum and my cock hadn’t even been touched. “Scotty, I’m cumming” I whispered.

“Shoot your load for me” he whispered back as he continued to kiss me and pumped me with more fury. My balls were ready to explode. I felt my orgasm working its way up my shaft and then BAM I came, and I came hard. My jizz shot out of my cock and up between our bodies hitting me on the chin. Spurt after powerful spurt. I could feel the sticky warm seed squish between us as Scotty continued to pump into me. His body was rubbing against mine spreading my semen over our hot, sweaty bodies.

Scotty jumped up, pulled out of me and ripped the rubber off his dick, yelling in a hushed voice “I’m cumming, fuck Brad I’m cumming” And he shot his second load of the night onto me, adding it to my own. I watched him as he drained the final drops from his beautiful manhood, then collapsed on top of me. We kissed again, then he rolled off me. We both just laid there looking at the ceiling. Scotty broke the silence and said, “The plane ticket from Denver to Phoenix is the best investment I’ve ever made.” I kissed him, then got up, pulling him with me to the shower. We both jumped in and rinsed our cum-covered bodies under the warm water. We soaped each other up as we explored and admired each other’s physiques. It was a wonderfully intimate moment between two people, both searching for love.

We dried off and went back to the bedroom. We fell asleep as Scotty spooned me in his strong, powerful arms.

I woke up in Scotty’s arms about 8AM on Thanksgiving Day. I rolled over to face him. God he’s beautiful. He opened his eyes and smiled. “It’s 8 o’clock, time to get rolling. I gotta get you back to your brother” I said as I ran my fingers through his hair. He stroked my face and just looked at me.

“I just woke up next to Bradley, fucking, Westin. I aint going anywhere” he said with an immense grin before adding, “WOW!” We just stayed like that for a few minutes, then he got up and looked around for his pants. He reached in the pocket and grabbed his phone “Shit’ he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Nothing, just a bunch of texts from Kevin. You’re right, time to get rolling.” He said. I went to the kitchen and started the coffee, then we got into the shower. It was another fifteen minutes of soaping each other up and exploring. “You’re coming to Kev’s with me for brunch and Thanksgiving dinner, right? I mean I kinda forgot to ask you.” He said as the water rained over his perfect body.

“I don’t want to crash a family thing” I said even though I really wanted to go. I haven’t celebrated a holiday with anyone since my dad disowned me two years ago.

“HA!” He laughed “Crash? Kev loves having people around. He thrives on it. It’ll be the four of us and all Kev’s neighbors and his two best friends. All gay. This is the first time I’ll be seeing any of them since I came out to Kev. I just came out to Kev and Randy yesterday.” He blurted as I shut off the water and we stepped out of the shower.

I was stunned by his words. We talked for hours yesterday and he never mentioned that he just came out to Kevin. “Are you fucking serious? You JUST came out to them! Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“Because yesterday was about us, not me” He said “Now you know, and I would really like you to be there with me… well, for me. It’ll probably be awkward. I have no idea if Kevin told his friends or not, but I could use a friend by my side.” He said as he pulled my wet body to his and started to dry me off with the warm towel. “And bringing a hot guy like you into a houseful of gay men can’t hurt my rep.”

I sighed, I really wanted to go, but at the same time it meant embracing my gay side full on. What the fuck “If you want me there and you’re sure Kev won’t mind, I’m in.” I said.

“Mind? He told me to invite you and will kick my ass if I show up alone” laughed Scotty as he texted Kevin to let him know we’d both be there soon. Kevin responded instantly, Scotty looked at his phone and laughed.

“What did he say?” I asked

“just YAY! With a million different smiley emoji’s” he said, showing me the screen. God he was lucky to have a brother who loved him… and a gay one to boot. We got dressed and headed to Kevin and Randy’s getting there just in time for brunch. We walked in and Kevin met us at the door.

“Brad, I’m so glad you decided to come. Whoops, I just told these guys you were bringing a friend, anything else you share is up to you.” Kevin said as he shut the door behind us. “Everyone is out on the patio.”

I turned to Scotty and said “Whoops? What the fuck is Whoops?” He turned red as he told me the story of the nickname. Apparently his siblings are convinced he was an accident, a “whoops-baby.” Thus the nickname. He told me the name caught on with his frat brothers and Kev’s friends, so I should get used to hearing it today. I laughed as we headed to the patio. I admired the relationship he had with his brother. As soon as we walked on to the patio everyone yelled “Whoops!” in unison then broke into a chorus of “Whoops there he is, Whoops there he is…” They obviously loved him. I was happy to be included but, I was also jealous of his relationship with his brother. I used to be close to my three brothers, but I haven’t even been allowed to talk to them for two years.

The food was out, and everyone was already filling their plates. I stopped in my tracks. I had never seen this many gorgeous men in one place in my entire life. All of their friends were stunningly beautiful. I was a little intimidated.

Scotty’ story continued

There was no way around it, this was going to be awkward. Brad was not only my date, he was the elephant in the room. I could introduce him as a buddy, or just make the announcement that I’m gay and he’s my date. My decision would impact us both. If I play it straight, so does Brad. It’s not fair of me to make him pretend to be someone he’s not. I’d wait for the moment and tell them. I whispered to Brad “are you cool if I come out? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Brad laughed, “well, uncomfortable is a given either way Whoops” Fuck,I thought to myself, he grabbed onto that nickname fast“I’m good either way. I got your back” he’s a good guyI thought to myself.

We made our way to the buffet and filled our plates. As always, Kev and Randy outdid themselves. There were several high-top patio tables set up in a cluster overlooking the pool. Brad and I grabbed two seats in the middle of the group. It was a very nice, peaceful setting and I always felt at home around these guys. I hope Brad feels the same.

“How do you know Whoops?” Marc, Kev’s hot cop neighbor asked Brad, innocently making small talk.

“We’re friends from college, I live in Phoenix. Sco…Whoops called me to let me know he was in town and we hung out last night.” From there the small talk flowed, Brad seemed comfortable as hell. The guys all loved him, I caught them all checking him out. I can’t blame them, he’s hot as fuck. We all ate and talked, there was no awkwardness at all.

There were several conversations going on around us. Kev’s friend Alex (a hot ginger) turned to me and asked, “so what’s new, Whoops.” It was an innocent question. I’m sure Alex was expecting to hear about my job, or Denver, or something benign like that. I decided to kick the door wide open.

“Well, I came out to Kev and Randy yesterday, and I had my first date with Brad last night. It’s been a big weekend for me so far.” I said as I put a slice of crispy bacon in my mouth, took a bite, and looked at him. He studied my face for a second, then broke into a huge smile.

“Are you serious, Scotty?” he asked.

“Yup, As a heart attack.” I said putting the rest of the bacon in my mouth.

“Congratulations! That’s a big fucking move. Seriously my gaydar must be fucked up, I just thought you were a frat boy, I never pegged you as gay. I think it’s awesome. How are you doing with it all” I just smiled, looked over at Brad, nodded and said, “pretty good.” I thought back on the last couple of days, it occurred to me that Kev, Randy, now Alex all asked me how I was doing with coming out. It just hit me that everyone here understood what I was going through because they had all been there on some level. It was a comforting thought

“What’s awesome? Why are we congratulating Whoopsie?” Said Mauricio, Kev’s neighbor. Mauricio was the most flamboyant of Kev’s friends. He was a beautiful Hispanic man married to Darren, a very hot black man. They made a stunning couple. He looked very masculine, but once he spoke the gay flowed through him and there was no denying it.

Thanks to Mauricio, all eyes were on me. Here we goI thought to myself as I opened my mouth and said “I’m gay and I’ve decided to come out. I had my very first “gay date” yesterday with Brad, my crush from college.” There. I said it. It was out there. Brad reached across the table and held my hand in support. Kev and Randy smiled at me knowing what a big deal this was to me. Plus, Kev loved chaos and I think he was hoping for a little drama.

Mauricio squealed “Whoopsie, I had no clue you were family! And NO ONE gets under my gaydar.” The guys all congratulated me and welcomed Brad. It was a huge deal for about five minutes. Then… everything went back to normal. We all went back to eating, drinking, small talk, and gossiping about the neighbors, and Brad was in the middle of it all. He looked so comfortable. We were among friends… allies even.

After brunch the guys all stripped and jumped in the pool. I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but soon realized it was just a bunch of friends swimming. Nothing sexual. But damn, the scenery was nice. Eight beautiful men with incredible bodies. All different sizes and skin tones, it was really a hot sight and I had to concentrate to keep my dick soft. Me and Brad were the last ones in the pool, but we finally joined the party. It was a fun afternoon. I admit it was a little weird watching my brother jump out of the pool naked and run to the kitchen to baste the turkey every so often, but hey, it’s his house. When in Rome.

After a great day with Kevin and his friends, and a great dinner I grabbed my backpack and said goodbye to everyone.

“So, will I see you before you leave?” Kev asked as he took me aside while Brad was busy talking with all of his new friends.

I laughed “Yeah, I’ll be back tomorrow to hang out, I promise. I don’t leave until Sunday, there’s plenty of time.”

“Scotty, I am so fucking proud of you, I always have been. Gay, straight, bi, none of that defines who you are. You’re smart, fun, and kind baby brother. Never change. I’m here for whatever you need.” He said with sincerity. “By the way, I love Brad and he’s always welcome here. No pressure… but marry him and move to Phoenix.” Well, I guess that’s it. I’m officially out with this group.

Kevin and Randy walked us to the little Audi parked in the driveway with its top down. We all hugged, and Randy reassured Brad that personal and business were kept separate and he had nothing to worry about. I could see the appreciation on Brad’s face. Then Brad and I drove away. “You good?” I asked.

“I’m great! I LOVE those guys. I have never felt more at ease ANYWHERE! God, you’re so lucky.” He said. I leaned over and kissed him as he drove. I really liked this guy. “You good?” He asked me.

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic” I said as we drove through the desert hills, the wind blowing through my hair. I never felt freer in my life, it was like this huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I came out to my brother and my world didn’t end, in fact it felt like it was just beginning.

But now what? I really liked Brad, but he’s building his life in Phoenix and I’m building mine in Denver. Fuck! Well, I’m gonna live it up this weekend and worry about the future later. I was hopeful that things would work out the way they were supposed to.

To be continued…