Wade - 29 complicated 6’1” 230 pounds brown eyes with short military style dark brown hair
Blake - 31 single 5’10” 205 pounds green eyes with sandy surfer style blonde hair
Well here we go again…
“Wade Robertson! Get your lazy ass up now!” I heard for the thousandth time as I heard Becca screaming at me. Yay me.
“What the hell did I do this time?” I replied. Getting up out of bed having to push down my erection in my boxer briefs. “You forgot to take the trash out again and you didn’t unload the dishwasher like I asked you too and..” After that I tuned her out. It all sounded like jumbled up mess coming out of her mouth. Shit I’ve heard a thousand times.
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I know it sounds like I’m a lazy ungrateful asshole. In some ways lately I am. But I wasn’t always this way.
Hi I’m Wade Robertson and I’m 29 almost 30 in three short months. Becca is my girlfriend of 6 years. We meet my senior year of college while she was a freshman. For a while everything was great. The sex was hot. Fucking her 24/7 I couldn’t get enough. Throughout college I was a bit of a player. I fucked anything that walked, including other guys. I was cocky and I knew it. It drew people in like a moth to a flame. Girls would throw themselves at me and I’d fuck them and then be done. Guys would discreetly approach me in locker rooms or the gym. I’d let them suck me off and a few I fucked them up the ass while in the shower with no one around.
That was until I met Becca. Something flipped and she was all I wanted. I cleaned up my slutty ways and she was it. To be honest and if you could tell by how this story started, she can be a bit of a bitch and not to mention controlling. Oh so controlling.
Everything was great the first few years. I graduated college with my degree in finance and ended up getting a decent paying job here in New York where we live. She finished school and graduated and became a nurse. Life was good. We wanted to date for a while, while we finished school and got our jobs and got settled then talk marriage that whole thing.
Well when the economy tanked during Covid and being that was a newer employee at the company I had hired on to do some accounting and oversight for, well I was told I was no longer needed due to the pandemic and was let go. And of course I was devastated I was working in what I thought was my dream and then in an instant it was crushed and thrown away. And yes some were like “man up. You’ll find another job..” Yeah not as easy in a global pandemic and in the most populated city in the United States when everyone was terrified to do anything.
Well Becca being a nurse was called more and more to work. Understandable. I was proud of her for her commitment to her work and helping others during that time. She worked the long hours and was exhausted and I not working, took care of our apartment and kept up with home.
At first it was nice to be relaxing at home. Cleaning up and cooking. Something I actually enjoyed doing and secretly had a passion for but hid it because my family would make fun of me. “Oh look it’s ol Suzy homemaker big bad Wade baking cookies.” My brothers would tease me and my dad would laugh along with them. The finance career was my dream, well much more my father’s dream than mine, but wanting to impress my father as most young guys wanted to do that’s what I did.
But after a few years and the pandemic finally over I was trying to get a job still in finance since that was my degree and I felt like I needed to contribute again. I couldn’t find anything or no one wanted to hire me due to lack of experience. Well I can’t have experience without a job to gain it I thought. I couldn’t help Covid happening. Ugh.
So once again I was still jobless and trying my hardest. Becca had started to change over the last few years. Yes I know she was working and overworked and I took care of her like I could. It wasn’t enough. She started getting nasty with me and yelling and screaming as to why I never amounted to anything. I was supposed to be taking care of her and being a nurse was supposed to be something she did. Not to mention the sex was non existent. We used to fuck like rabbits and given my past I was the norm. But now nothing. It was odd for me because she went from wanting my dick 24/7 to nothing. So I was relegated to stroking my hard 7” cut cock at home to porn while she was working because that was my only outlet and I did not want to become that guy again fucking everything I saw.
Every so often I would take a walk/run in the park near our apartment to clear my head and think of ways and places to find work at. Running kept me sane. I would go work out at the at least 3 days a week and running the other days. I was lost in my thought and didn’t see the guy in front of me stop to tie his shoe and I ran smack into him and we both fell down.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry dude. I was lost in my head and totally didn’t see you stop there! Are you ok?” I panicked and helped him up. “Yeah I’m fine man. I’ve done that before too. Running helps me clear my mind also.” He turns around and it took my breath away. I just rear ended (haha) the most handsome man in all of New York.
“Hi. I’m Blake. Blake…” I was stunned. “Masters. You’re Blake Masters….owner of only the hottest restaurant in town….” I stumbled on my words. This man was gorgeous. I felt my dick start to tent my shorts a bit. It’s been a long time since a man has had this type of effect on me. He looked like he was carved out of marble. Like the statue of David. Must have been about 6’ or maybe a tad shorter, he was definitely shorter than my 6’1”. He had the most sexy green eyes and a wonderful set of loose blonde wavy curls almost surfer like. And his smile….oh my god! He was sexy as fuck!
“Why yes that would be me. Flattered you know that…” I could tell he was used to being recognized and I hope he wasn’t thinking I was some sort of freak but I couldn’t stop lookin at him. “Yes sorry. I know who you are because La Rosé is my favorite restaurant in the city. The food. The menu it’s all amazing.” He smiled that sexy smile again.
“And you are?” He asked me politely. “Oh yes. Sorry. My name is Wade. Wade Robertson.” We officially shook hands. “Well it was nice to….run into you…Wade. I gotta go but hopefully it won’t be the last?” He asked and winked at me. He began to run off and turned back to smile at me. Ugh butterflies in my chest. Then he disappeared into the trails and he was gone. What the fuck Wade? What the fuck was that? I asked myself and continued my run.
I made it home and showered and saw the trash and dishwasher I needed to attend to. I told myself I’ll do that after I take a quick nap. My head was swimming with images of sexy Blake Masters and how good he looked and smelled. Oh how he smelled good. I was dreaming good when I heard the front door to the apartment open and slam shut. Great. She’s back. Then I hear the usual…
“Wade Robertson get your lazy ass up now!” Yippee I think to myself. Here we go again. She comes storming in and yelling. “Wade. What the fuck. Why are you in bed? Why can’t you take the fucking trash out like I asked you too? And the dishwasher? Why is it…” I tuned her out go a bit. It’s like I floated out of my body and was looking down and myself and I finally had realized this wasn’t working. I hate my life. I don’t know what I did for her to be so angry and short with me. Something has to be going on. I tuned back into her yelling. “And another thing! I can’t take this anymore!”
“What?” I replied. “I can’t do this anymore Wade.” I knew it was coming. “I’m leaving you.” Now it all makes sense. She’s leaving me. All the long hours even for a nurse was not setting right with me but I couldn’t or didn’t feel it was right to question as I wasn’t working and she was taking care of practically everything. But I know she had been “working” longer than she used to. She had to be cheating. I bet she was fucking one of those smug as fuck doctors.
I stood up. “Who is he?” I asked. Calmly. It’s like a light shown brightly for the first time in years. She just looked at me funny but like I caught her. “There’s nothing. No one else..” she stuttered. “Oh of course there is Becca. I can tell. It all makes sense now. The longer “shifts” no longer having sex when we used to fuck all the time! Who is it?” She looked pissed now. “Well if you weren’t such a fucking loser Wade I wouldn’t have to fuck someone else!” There it is. What I was waiting for. So she was cheating on me with a fucking doctor. I changed my ways and never once did I stray from her. I was beyond loyal considering how much of a man whore I was in college.
“I knew it. I knew you were fucking one of those doctors behind my back. Maybe more than one!?” She looked at me and I knew that look. “Holy shit!? Really more than one? Fuck Becca. I know I was a bit of a man whore in college but I’ve been nothing but faithful to you in the 6 years we’ve been together!” My heart just shattered. Here I was lost in the world not knowing what to do career wise (yeah I know 29 and stuff) and then to find out my girlfriend of 6 years who I loved even when she was being rude and ugly to me was out fucking doctors at the hospital. I had been so thankful for her but now? Nothing. I just felt a void like everything I knew was just ripped out of me.
I just sat there. Quiet. “Wade…say something.” I looked at her. “Get out. I can’t take it anymore you came in here wanting to break up with me and ‘move on’ with your life….so go. Move one with one of those hunky doctors you’ve been getting that pussy smashed by, probably raw too huh? Having them doctor dicks cream you like I used to. Go please.” I finally said in a defeated voice. She just looked at me and walked away.
She packed her shit up and left and within 4 hours. She was gone. Out of my life. The last 6 years just poof! Gone… I laid down and cried myself to sleep. Everything that I had been holding in finally was let out.
I was asleep when I heard my phone ringing. It was 4pm. “Yes. Um. Hello. Yes this is Mr. Robertson.” I answered the phone in a groggy voice. “Yes Mr. Robertson. I was looking through your application and was wondering if you would be available for an interview tomorrow? Say 10am?” I was stunned. “Yes! Yes I am!” I was thrilled. Finally a call back! “May I ask who this is that is calling by chance?” The male voice on the voice chuckled.
“Why yes you may. Wade Robertson. This is Blake Masters and I was wanting to interview and speak to you in person about the sous chef position you applied for. You don’t have much experience other than financial accounting. But you noted that cooking was a secret passion of yours on the application. And perhaps we can chat some more about that and each other. But this time perhaps we not run right into each other? What do you say?”
I was speechless. “Wade are you still there?” I shook my head and answered. “Yes yes Mr. Masters I’m still here.” He chuckled that sexy laugh of his. “Ok good. So I’ll see you tomorrow at 10am? And wade. Call me Blake.” I smiled. “Yes you most certainly will Blake.” We ended the call.
I left up out of bed and screamed a happy scream. Finally a call back and from that sexy man himself. Blake. The name is as sexy as he is…
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