I did confess what had developed to Zach that following Sunday as we grabbed a bite after the gym.
"No telling anyone else?" I asked after I'd told him about me and Charlie. We'd only had sex twice, but I knew it was gonna happen again.
"Not even Daniel?" he asked in a tone that said he'd have a hard time keeping this from his boyfriend.
"Well, you can tell him," I said. "But not the rest. You know I don't like gossip. And I don't want Kev and A finding out."
"So... you're like, a bottom now, Bri?"
I nodded. I knew Zach was vers and that things with him and Daniel were mutual. We didn't share everything, but we shared a lot. "100 percent, man. I stopped fighting it. And this is fucked up... but Charlie Kenner changed me, bro."
"It's not fucked up, Bri," he reassured me. "And Charlie's a hot dude. Just your type."
"Man, what is my type?"
"The bros you played with, or who you went to college with," he said. "Not them specifically, but guys who could have been them."
We'd talked around that but never talked about it per se. Zach was just perceptive.
"Yeah," I admitted. "And you go for those guys' dads."
Zach grinned. "Definitely. I'm dating a smoking hot hockey dad."
****
That evening, it was torture hanging out in the living room with the guys watching TV . Charlie would sneak glances over my way, and I tried to act cool. But man, I felt this inner fire in me. Sexual heat, whatever you wanna call it. I was used to being horny, but this felt new.
I hadn't even noticed Charlie on his phone but I noticed the text come through on mine. "My room tonight?"
I tried to suppress a smile as I typed back. "I'd love that."
I could see his smirk as he slid the phone back into his sweats. I tried to be nonchalant as I took my glass to the kitchen and made my way to the bathroom to do my prep. After that, it was a wait. Charlie called it an evening and pretty soon the other guys did.
I snuck my way to Charlie Kenner's room.
He was barechested and in his sweats in his bed. That huge dick showing hard.
"Come here, Powers," he grinned.
I peeled off my own clothes and climbed in bed with him. He was incredibly hunky. 6'5" and built solid. I ran my hand along his bare chest as he leaned in for a kiss. This felt different than before, deeper and softer at the same time. His hands ran over my body smoothly as I felt up every inch of Charlie Kenner that I could. His physical presence against me was enough to make me rock hard and leaking.
"Jesus, Powers," he whispered. We had to keep our voices low. "I was hoping you'd be in the mood..."
"Fuck, Charlie, you have no idea."
He pulled back and grinned. It wasn't fair that a guy as hunky as him had a huge dick and was drop dead gorgeous. Then again, I knew I was the full package too, only not as tall or hung as him.
"You, um, up for sucking my dick tonight, Bri?" Those sea blue eyes were pleading with me.
I reached down and pawed that big ridge. "You know I will, man... but I was hoping you'd fuck me again." I blushed as I said it, but I wanted Charlie to know that I wanted it.
He flashed that smile. "I was hoping you'd be up for that. I wasn't sure."
I nodded. "I'm all prepped and ready."
We kissed again, more deeply, and I could sense Charlie pull down those sweats. I had to pull off and see that magnificent dong. He took the occasion to slide the sweats all the way off. And I leaned over to begin sucking him.
"Niiice," he hissed. Charlie's blue eyes were on me as I worked my mouth up and down. The guy was a real mouthful, and I didn't feel I could do that dick justice. But I worked about four inches this time before his hand nudge me off him.
"You green at this, Powers?" he asked.
"Fraid so," I admitted.
"That's cool," he said. I had a feeling that with a bod and dick like his, Charlie had his pick of cocksuckers. That gave me a strange competitive drive, though I tried to check that thought. He nudged my chin. "You up for trying a different position tonight?"
"Yeah," I said. "What do you have in mind?"
He smiled. "On all fours, buddy."
That scared me just because the penetration would probably feel deeper. But I was so turned on. I nodded. I got into place and felt Charlie kneel behind me.
He ate me out, more intensely and longer than he had before. I gripped the mattress and hiked my ass back a little into his face. That got a chuckle, but he dug his tongue in deeper. I was learning that Kenner loved eating ass. Moreover, I was really getting into being rimmed.
Charlie pulled back and began fingering my hole patiently, finally twisting three fingers in and out with lots of lube.
The penetration was pure heaven. Me getting reacquainted with that Kenner dong after five days. Long and fat and rock hard, drilling deeper into me. He didn't bottom out before he got a strong grip on my waist and started to stick me with firm steady strokes, working deeper into my guts.
"Oh fuck," I grunted. Maybe too loud.
Charlie was getting majorly turned on. "I love fucking you, Brian."
"Dick me, man," I said. My insides were really start to sing. I braced my body with one arm and slowly stroked with my free hand, trying not to trip my wires to soon.
The fuck grew more insistent, Charlie's hips driving forward with more power. Reaching that deeper inner spot inside me.
"Fuck me!" I cried.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
I heard a whimper behind me. A sign he was starting to cum. That did it. My prostate and nuts did that overloaded short circuit thing and I got Kenner-fucked to a crazy deep cum.
Just as I was nutting, Charlie heaved forward, sending my body to the mattress and his on top of me. He was thrusting and cumming in me, his big prick going super slick with sperm.
The action had me riding some major aftershocks of pleasure. If an orgasm from Charlie was 10 on a scale of 10 before, this was 11.
"I went too hard on you," he finally said as he slid off me.
I had to gather my strength and my consciousness. "Hell no." I turned on my side to face him. There was something incongruous about his clean cut looks and the fuck he'd just thrown me.
We enjoyed the afterglow, talking quietly. Charlie asked me about my sexual experience. I told him I'd only been with a half dozen guys.
"Wow," he said. "You take cock really well."
I shrugged. "I dunno, it just clicked with you. You think less of me?"
He gripped my shoulder muscle playfully and pulled my body toward his. "Fuck no. You're incredible, Powers."
I asked if he'd been with a lot of guys.
"Yeah," he laughed. "My body count is a lot higher than yours. Curse of having a big dick," he said.
I felt a pang of loss at that. I wasn't selling myself short, but I knew Charlie could have just about any guy.
He saw my reaction. "Guess that was a crude thing to say. I figured we could talk as buds," he said.
"Yeah, I'd like that," I said. That's what I loved about The Frat House. These were gay dudes and we had our sexual tension, but at the end of the day we were buddies, too.
Charlie and I kissed, and I felt up his body some more. It was hard to get enough of Kenner's strong build. I grew hard again. Turns out he did too. He gripped my wrist and pulled it down to his boner.
He arched his eyebrows in a silent, playful question. "Wanna?" he asked.
"Yeah," I nodded.
He scooted up against his pillows and put his meaty arms behind his head, showing me the dark blond hairs in his pits. "While we're trying new positions, why don't you try riding me, Powers?"
I grinned and straddled his waist. My hole was still wet and more than a little relaxed from the last fuck. I was leaning how Kenner's dick worked me differently in different angles and positions.
We rocked slowly and steadily, taking our time. The ten minutes it took to get off was probably gonna make my hole regret the abuse the next morning. But the second cum was almost as good as the first, and I was rewarded to see Charlie's handsome face clench in orgasm and the low soft grunts of his release.
I barely had the energy to tiptoe to my room afterwards.
****
Of course the guys in the house found out. I'd been too noisy getting railed doggie, and Kevin had heard.
He had a knowing look as he entered the kitchen for his coffee that next morning. "So... you becoming the house slut now?" he asked in a deep whisper.
I shot a steely gaze back to him. I may have been 5'9" to his 6'3" but I acted like we were eye to eye. "What if I am, Kev? It's my own fucking business."
He nodded, dressed down and contrite. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, Brian."
Kevin was a little friendlier to me for the rest of the week.
Alex did address the elephant in the room one night when it was just us watching TV.
"So what's going on with you and Charlie?" he asked.
"I don't know I said. Just fooling around," I said.
"You looking out for yourself, Bri?" he asked.
I looked over at him. Maybe a little surprised for his concern. "Yeah, I am, A. Thanks."
He gave a nod. "I thought you and Kevin had something going on."
"That was definitely just sex," I laughed.
His voice got quiet. "I don't know that it was just sex for Kevin."
That caught me off guard. "For real?" I had no idea that Kev might be interested in me, for real.
Alex nodded.
"Dude has one hell of a way of showing it," I said.
That got a laugh. "Yeah, well, that's Kevin."
I sighed. "I guess I've messed up the vibe in the House, huh?" I hated how gay life was all about drama, and here I was the worst offender.
"It'll work out, bro," A said.
****
It was a hell of a workweek. I had to skip workouts with Zach since it was at least 6:30 before I got to the gym. I'd grab a quick bite and be exhausted when I got home. I sort of hoped I'd get a signal from Charlie for a repeat, but he was either too busy or not interested.
Friday afternoon, the boss let us out early. In the old days I'd be seeing if my college buddies wanted to meet for an early happy hour. Today, I was heading home and douching out. I needed a fuck. Maybe I was like a kid with a new toy, but I wanted to feel that intense pleasure again. If Charlie wasn't available, I could go on Grindr or something. There was always Kevin, but I felt things were totally weird between us now.
I cleaned and showered and still had a towel wrapped around my waist when I decided to text Charlie. Fuck it, no reason I had to wait for him to make the move.
"Hi man, you interested tonight?"
Instead of a text, the phone rang. Of course it was Charlie, and I worried I'd crossed some line.
"Hey," he said. A smile in his voice at least.
"Hey," I said. "I guess you got my text."
"I did. I'd love to tonight," he said. "What do you think of dinner first?"
I mean, grabbing a bite sounded good, but there was something in his tone. "You mean, like a date?"
"Exactly what I mean, Powers."
"I thought you didn't want that."
"Let's give it a go. See what happens." He paused. "If you want."
"God yeah. I want it."
So I got ready and went to meet Charlie in some semi-upscale Mexican place. He looked great in his Friday casual, a polo shirt practically molded to that muscle and trousers that showed off the thick legs and ass.
Charlie Kenner could be a quiet guy one on one, but he had game when it came to dating. Flirty, well practiced, good conversationalist. We had margaritas and talked, just about everything. Work, hockey, dating, gay life, coming out. I had to keep myself in check, because I already knew I was majorly crushing out on the guy.
We made our way home and back to Charlie's room. Alex saw us and we said hello. Not trying to hide anything now. Besides, what was the point?
Charlie and I kissed behind closed doors.
"Having a good time?" he asked.
"Definitely," I said. Only maybe there was something to the tone of my reply.
"What?" he asked.
"I don't wanna be that guy," I said.
"What guy?" he laughed. God, the man could be so easygoing.
"You know, clingy." I looked up into those eyes. "I'm into you man. You know that."
"Yeah, Powers," he said. "It's cool. I'm into you too."
The kiss was smoldering and slow.
We pawed at each other but didn't undress. Instead, I sensed Charlie reach down to unzip.
"Think you can give me a blowjob, man?" he asked. Horny and sultry.
I'd prepped for anal, but if this is what Charlie wanted, well, I wanted to suck him. Maybe I'd get better at it.
He smiled big as I crouched down and began taking out that big cock. I licked up the sides and then took the flared head into my mouth.
"Yeah... take your time, Powers... that's it... nice and steady. I got some more for you to swallow.. just as much as you can take."
I got five inches in before I started sucking him. Up and down, bobbing and feeling my throat relax finally. More plopped into my gullet and I suppressed the gag reflex. I worked closer, victory in sight.
"FUUCKK!" Charlie grunted seeing me deep throat him.
I held one missisippi second then pulled off, feeling my thick spit coat that prick. I did it one more time just to prove I could, but I knew I didn't have a lot of time to hold off my reflex. I pulled back, though not to the tip. More working several thick inches steadily.
I felt his fingers on my neck, not pulling me but encouraging me. That did the trick. I got an extra inch of depth to my sucking, working him steadily and tugging on his furry balls.
"Cumming," he hissed and I felt his meat grow thicker in pulsing jerking movement in my mouth and throat. I was being fed, well.
I felt a proud satisfaction as I pulled off. And it was well hot to get Charlie off and taste his cum again. But I almost regretted I'd cleaned myself out for an oral session. I told Charlie as much.
He hoisted me up and helped me off with my shirt. "Well let's take advantage of that clean hole, then."
I stripped the rest of the way and let him guide me to the bed. I lay back and lifted my legs and felt his breath on my hole. Then his tongue. Charlie Kenner loved to eat ass. He was making it one of my favorite things too. He went soft, he went harder, alternating pace and movement of his tongue. I was rock hard. It was a different pleasure than the one deep in my hole, but it was wild and fantastic.
"There's lube," he hissed, barely pulling back and spitting onto my pucker. "Stroke off while I eat you out, Powers."
I did just that, dribbling enough lube on my dick to make for a nice stroke.
"Just let me know before you cum, OK?"
I wondered if Charlie was gonna suck my load. I let him do his magic and it didn't take long. I jerked and felt my balls twitch.
"Bout there," I announced.
I don't know when Charlie had lubed up. I was so focused on his rimming. But he now rose with an athletic poise and just pushed his dick into me.
"Fuck!" I gasped excitedly. There was a gentle sting but also that pleasure of being filled. And this felt primal and raw. Hot animal sex.
Charlie looked down on me with determination, reading my face as he worked in and out of my ass.
"You're so fuckin tight, Powers," he hissed.
"I know, man." I was about to say any ass would feel tight against his prick, but the guy had a way of getting me to open for him.
After about six or seven thrusts, he barreled in, well past my prostate.
My body jerked and I fired off my cum. Three days worth being pounded right out of me. My head felt light and my orgasm just rebounded through me.
"Nice," Charlie said, slowing his thrusts. I realize that fuck had been about me, rather than his need to get off.
Hell, the man still had his work polo on and his trousers around his ankles.
He actually helped me up and I got dressed again. It was freakishly warm for the time of year and we went out in the back to enjoy a beer.
"So, Charlie... are we dating?" I asked.
"I'd love to, Powers."
I was feeling that dizzy infatuation feeling. It wasn't just my used hole. "I don't have any dating experience," I admitted. "Just came out this last year."
"I know. Guys have to start somewhere. We'll figure it out."
We talked about serious stuff but most I just wanted to get to know Charlie, really get to know him. I asked him about the Ontario town he grew up in, and what college was like.
"I wasn't a great hockey player, I dunno, I guess I didn't have the drive."
His words weren't a surprise to me. I don't mean this in a self-hating way, just a realistic one. Charlie Kenner was great for a gay hockey league, but not a great player in general.
"You're built like a pro," I said.
He grinned. "That was after college. I had a good base and knew my way around weight room. I decided to get big."
"It's pretty fucking stunning," I admitted.
"You're incredible, Brian," he said. He'd been calling me Powers a lot, so the first name had an extra power. "The real deal."
"I guess," I said. But I was flattered.
Alex came out to join us. "Not interrupting anything am I?" he asked, beer in his own hand. Charlie and I had the metabolism to pound back a few beers. Alex maybe did too but stuck to Ultras.
"Nah, bro," Charlie. He looked up and places his hand on my bare leg. "Come on out."
It felt like the perfect end to my first date night. Just bonding and chilling with my housemates.
****
The season started up. It was fun this second year. I was now dating Charlie and the guys knew about it. Something about it put me at ease. I'm sure most of them knew Charlie was a total top, and could figure out that I was bottoming. A year ago I would have been freaked out. Now I didn't care.
And the sex was insane. Some nights it had to be a quickie, and I got better at giving head to that monster dick. Charlie even sucked me some, but I think he got off on the size dynamic between us. I won't lie, I did, too.
We tried new positions. I had favorites, but they were all fun. Reverse cowboy was maybe the biggest surprise in the way his dick penetrated me. But Doggie was what got me off the hardest.
The dating stuff was fun as hell too. Movies, dinners out, watching hockey games at the local sports bar. Zach may have become my new best friend, but it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Charlie was a good bud first, hot top boyfriend second.
The one source of friction was that Charlie was a flirt. Loved to do it, was great at doing it and half the time wasn't even aware he was doing it. He realized my reaction and kept it in check. "I'm not fucking anyone else, Powers," he said, pulling my body next to his as we walked out the bar after practice. "Promise."
"Me either," I said. We'd not had a conversation about being exclusive.
The team was doing OK, good not great. But there was a new defenseman, Kyle White, who'd joined. Out of college like I'd been last year. Only he'd come out as a player in high school of all places. Fucking Ivy League, I had to laugh.
One curveball was the Kevin announced he was moving out next month.
"Figure I'm 39 and past due to live on my own," he said.
But I knew me and Charlie was the reason he was moving out and I felt bad. I mean, dating Kevin probably never would have happened, but the way he went about things was all wrong.
We did ask the new player, Kyle, if we wanted to move in. It worked out pretty easy. And when Kevin moved out, Charlie took his room, the one with attached bath.
"It'll make things easier for you, Powers," he winked.
I blushed, but damnit he was right. We both loved anal, and while the intense sex schedule wore off some, Charlie still fucked me at least three times a week.
It felt funny having my own room when I was sleeping in Charlie's a lot, but it already felt weird dating my housemate. Like we were moved in together, yet still at that get-to-know-you phase.
I think the healthiest thing was that I had my own life. Zach and I hung out on the weekend, whether Saturday afternoon after lifting, or in the evening. It was awesome to have someone to talk to about dating stuff. I'm sure Zach and Daniel had their issues, and I'm sure the age gap was a challenge to navigate, but from the outside, it seemed like they had their shit together.
I still didn't know what I was doing, but it felt right. I really just enjoyed hanging out with Charlie. He could be moody when it was just us, real moody, but he could also be affectionate in a way I didn't expect from his bro persona.
And, yeah, it helped the sex was hot. I relaxed into being Charlie Kenner's bottom. Not just physically, but embracing the yin and yang of that role. He got me to realize that bottoming wasn't necessarily submissive, and he enjoyed focusing on my orgasm and pleasure. And I had fun taking the initiative too, riding Kenner's big dong, or giving him a spontaneous BJ.
****
Charlie hated his job. It paid really well, I knew, but had long hours sometimes. Then again, mine could too, and I was making practically a third his paycheck. But he had a lot of stress with it, and he was traveling more than he wanted. With winter weather his planes were always getting delayed, it seemed. It wasn't the end of the world, but there were times I had a nice clean hole waiting for him, only he ended up stuck in Chicago or wherever.
I was exactly one of those nights in January when I was hanging out with Alex, waiting for Charlie. A was always respectful of me and Charlie, and he had his own kind of serious thing going on with Steven, but his eye contact would linger on me sometimes. And while Charlie was man enough for me, A's body was nice too look at.
But we kept our conversation on the level. "So I'm thinking about fixing up the spare room," Alex said. "Maybe rent it out."
I wasn't following. "Wouldn't you need the landlord to do that?" I asked.
Alex laughed. He had a sexy smile, not quite movie star gorgeous as Charlies' but with gleaming white teeth. "Bro, I am the landlord. Who do you think you've making your checks out to?"
I felt embarrassed but had to laugh. "I dunno... I guess I thought you were the guy with the lease.... so you own the house, huh?"
He nodded. "And you guys are paying the mortgage."
"Don't know why I didn't realize that."
"You're caught up in that coming out in the big city thing, bro.... and distracted by a houseful of dick." From Kevin that would have come across as a barb, but A said in a way that suggested he'd been there too.
"So... like, you wanted a bunch of roommates to pay for the place." I was starting to piece together the story.
He shrugged. "That. And I like having you guys around. I was in a fraternity at Penn State, and I just kind of miss that vibe, you know?"
"Yeah?" I asked. It was wild to hear that A shared my thoughts. "I sometimes call this the Frat House."
"You in a frat?" he asked with a grin.
I nodded. "Kappa Sig," I answered. "What house were you?"
"Pikes. They shut that shit down after I left though," he said. "Brothers could get a little crazy."
It took me a while to think. "That's not how you and Charlie met is it?"
"Yeah," he said. "We actually dated in secret senior year... I guess he didn't tell you?"
"No," I said.
"We quickly figured out we were better off as friends," Alex said with his laid back grin. "Besides, no way was I gonna take Kenner's big one."
I had to laugh. "Yeah, it's a lot." Maybe we were in TMI territory, but it felt cool to talk real with a brother. Alex wasn't being lecherous or anything, just doing gay guy talk.
"Well, Charlie seems happy, bro. I won't lie, I was nervous when you two starting dating.
But it's cool."
"Thanks, A," I said.
He grinned. "You're like my little bro, Bri..."
There was a sincerity there that caught me off guard. "Thanks, A. That means a lot."
Just then we heard the door open. Charlie came in, overcoat over his business attire, cheeks flushed. "Hey," he said. "Wasn't sure if you'd still be up."
"Yeah, A and I were just hanging out," I said.
"Probably calling it a night," Alex said, getting up off the couch. He had the top floor as his own bedroom suite. It all made sense now. "Have a good one guys.""
"You too," Charlie said. He was taking off his overcoat and hanging it up in the entry closet. He no longer wore a tie from the day but looked hot as fuck in his suit and dress shirt.
"You didn't have to wait up," he said. He was supposed to be home by 8.
"Happy to," I said. "Wasn't doing anything else," I added.
He stepped up and gave me a kiss. "Give me 10? I wanna shower off. Long day."
"Yep," I said.
I went to his room and stripped down. Maybe our sex life would get into a rut, but even the routine weekday fucks had a thrill to me.
Charlie was all smiles as he stepped in, a towel around his waist. He shut the door and when he peeled off the towel that prick was already firming up and starting to stand at attention.
"Gonna be a quickie tonight," he announced as he reached for the lube and slathered up his big cock.
I was apprehensive he was gonna want to skip the foreplay but as he got in bed, he nudged my legs up and got down to eat me out softly. There was something about that change of pace that excited and thrilled me. Still, it was foreplay and after a minute, he leaned back up to lined the dick up and smeared the wetness around my hole.
He took a second and entered me.
It was a quickie, too. Maybe two minute fuck, tops. It was probably the only time Kenner didn't fuck me off. But he stayed inside me and let me stroke to a deep cum.
We didn't talk much afterwards, just got ready for bed. Charlie was beat, and I was tired.
****
I should have seen the news coming, but around March, Charlie started a "we need to talk" conversation.
I had a pit in my stomach. Charlie had interviewed for a job out West, in Denver. "I didn't even think I was going to get it, Brian," he said, apologetically. "But they offered it, and it's a really fucking good job."
"You're going to take it," I realized out loud.
He nodded. "I'm going to take it."
"Where does that leave us?" I asked.
He had a pained look on his face. "I don't think I can do a long distance thing, Brian. And I wouldn't ask you to move."
"You don't want me to move?" I tried to clarify.
"I don't know," he said, challenging me. "You wanna move to Denver?"
"Not really. But I'd consider it."
He sighed. "Maybe if we were more serious... but if you moved with me and it didn't... I feel we need to break up."
I was tearing up. Six months wasn't a real long time to date a guy, but it was a lot to me.
"You need some time alone?" he asked. I nodded.
He stood up and gave me a pat on my shoulder and walked out of his room.
I felt our breakup was on full display and that made it worse. Alex did stop by to ask if I was OK.
"Yeah, A. It sucks that's all"
Within a week, Charlie was staying with a friend and arranging to move his stuff when I was at work.
"Take care of yourself, Powers," was the handwriting note I found on my desk. "Sorry, I suck at this." Then beneath was familiar signature and his cell number. Which I had, but it was a sign I could call him sometime.
Zach said the note was a shitty thing to do. But I felt sentimental. It was all I had from my first real relationship. I folded the paper and kept it.
****
I took Charlie's room. Which had been Kevin's room. Probably too much bad energy lingered in that space, but I wanted the attached bathroom and master suite set up, even if I'd be paying more for it.
I was proud of myself how I handled the break up. I was really fucking down, but I decided I wasn't going to let it get the best of me. I focused a lot on the gym and my job. I did log into Grindr, more than once, but the DMs were too much. Guys asking if I wanted to be their bitch or making crude comments about wrecking my jock hole. Or else it was conversations that went on too long and guys would get hostile if I took long to reply.
Probably I just wasn't ready to deal with that shit.
I spent more time with Zach and Daniel and even reached out to my straight college buddy Tyler. I figured I had to do some of the work if I wanted to keep that friendship. Tyler and I actually decided to do a hiking and camping trip in the summer. We'd see how that went.
Come early summer, Alex broke up with his boyfriend Steven, and the mood was just low key in the house. I got along well with my new housemate Kyle but still hadn't bonded with him in the same way. I probably would get to know him better once hockey league started back up.
Alex knew a guy looking for a place. Some dude he trained at his gym, John Harris. Muscle guy, a little quiet, worked in sales and traveled a lot. We didn't see him much the first couple of months.
Alex did get the spare room cleaned out and painted on the weekends, and I helped him. A gave me a discount on the rent, but I was happy to do it anyway. It gave us a chance to bond. He opened up about his breakup with Steven, and I admitted how I still missed Charlie. I'd been so keen on being positive in my mindset, that I put on a brave face, even with Zach. It was nice to be real.
"I'll get out on the market soon," I told A. "But it's been good to focus on myself first."
"I hear ya, bro." Alex was 31 and had more dating experience than me, but he had a way of making you feel that he was going through the same shit you were. I mean, he had his own stuff to deal with. A Dad he'd barely seen growing up. Alex had a grandfather who'd been like a dad to him, but he'd passed away. That's how he got an inheritance that let him afford the downpayment on a big Victorian in the city. We talked a lot about our home life, and making do with the family you have.
It was my conversations with A that let me to come out to my parents, the weekend before my 25th birthday. Mom was great, and even Dad surprised me. "Love you, son," he said. My parents are VERY Catholic, so I wasn't sure how they'd react. But it turns out they suspected something for a while. Dad did give me a lecture about looking after myself before I left at the end of the weekend. But that was Dad being Dad.
Maybe Zach thought I needed cheering up. Maybe I did. But he kind of organized a birthday outing. The Stanley Cup finals were going on so we found a sports bar to watch the game. Me, Zach, Daniel, Alex, my housemate Kyle, and about a half dozen guys from the team, all seated around one of the longer hightop tables. Kevin even showed up, and it felt good to see him again.
We drank a few rounds of beers. Zach had the waitress bring out some dessert with a candle.
"You fucker," I smiled.
"Make a wish, Powers," Kyle said.
I thought about all the changes I wanted in my life, and what I'd love to see happen in the upcoming year. I blew out the candle. I'd wished for our rec league hockey team to win the championship next year.
Afterwards, Zach said we were going out to the gay bar where we often met. Not all the guys went but a lot did. There were shots. And an extra for the birthday boy. I could hold my liquor OK, but I was still getting hammered.
Finally, A and Kyle took charge of getting the Uber home. Kyle was pretty drunk, too, but A paced himself with a couple of Ultras and soda water over the night.
Kyle must have gone to his room, because it was just A who brought me a glass of water and a couple of Tylenols. "Here, bro... you're gonna be hungover as fuck."
"Yeah," I said, popping one pill in my mouth and setting the other on the nightstand.
I gulped the water down and looked at A. The night with the guys had made me realize how overdue I was to get laid. And Alex was hunky as fuck. Strong personal trainer bod, cute yet masculine face, nice tan, killer green eyes. He still dressed like a grown up frat bro in summer mode. Oversized shorts, flip flops, and a T shirt that clung to his powerful jacked bod.
I leaned in and kissed him.
A kissed me back. Before he pulled back. "Damn, bro... you know I'm not gonna take advantage of you." I could hear the lust in his voice. But some real concern too.
"You're not taking advantage of anything, bro," I said. "I need dick. Been too long." I hadn't gotten laid since Charlie broke up with me.
He could see him fight his sexual attraction to me. "Sleep it off, bro, and we'll talk in the morning, OK?"
"Yeah, A," I said. "Sorry." Even drunk, I knew I was being messy and putting my friend and housemate in a bad spot.
He patted my arm. "No need to apologize, Bri... You're a super hot guy... just sleep it off."
He left me and I barely managed to strip down and passed out in my bed, my lamp still on.
The light was still on when I woke up early. Too early, around 5. Still feeling the alcohol but the drunkenness had metabolized off. A was right, I was hungover but it could be worse. I popped the other Tylenol.
My morning wood throbbed. I wish Alex had fucked me. I knew he wanted to, and that's what made me hornier. We were buds, but there had been sexual tension for a while.
I tried to get back to sleep, but my boner wasn't letting me. I tossed some more, then decided to get up. I pulled out my douching kit. It was now three months since I'd last done this. Alex could tell me to fuck off, but hell I could always get on the apps if he did. I needed this.
I was clean and showered when I slipped on some shorts and made my way to the kitchen for some more water then padded my way upstairs. My heart pounded a little as I opened A's door and saw his jacked ex-footballer body in bed. He wasn't a player like Kevin or even Charlie, but I knew he could be if wanted to. The man was snoring lightly as I slipped off my shorts. I don't know that my boner had ever gone down. I was that much in heat.
I slid under A's bed sheets.
It was torture waiting there, feeling his presence. After about twenty minutes I heard a mumble, then a "hey."
I backed up against his body. I didn't want romance from A. I wanted a fuck. I knew he had a nice long dick out of proportion to that 5'10" body. How big exactly I didn't know, but I needed it.
I was ready for rejection, but those huge arms wrapped around me and pulled me close.
"You horny, little bro?" he asked.
We often considered ourselves big bro and little bro. It wasn't a roleplay thing, just the dynamic. Neither Alex nor I had actual brothers, and it just felt right.
His words hit differently now. "You have no idea, big bro. I need cock." I almost hated to be so needy, but I wanted A to know.
His hands now traveled down my body to feel my hard piece sticking straight up. His fingers explored my prick. I could tell from his touch that while A might have been total top, he loved dick. Loved playing with one, loved touching it. It was a new thing for me, to be felt up like this while he pulled his dick out and pressed its long bare length against my ass.
"Fuck... I love morning sex," he hissed, and removed his hand from my dick again to feel up my body. Then I felt his warm muscled body twist away from him and I heard him rummage for stuff.
I turned to face him. He had bedhead, and the way the light streamed in, his muscle looked real powerful and imposing. A insisted he was natural, but I wouldn't be surprised if he took growth hormones, at least cycling in from time to time. He was just that big and vascular. There was no shrinking in his balls though. Alex had big nuts hanging from a cock that I could now see was almost Charlie Kenner's in length, though not impossibly fat like Charlie's.
I watched as A nonchalantly slathered some lube on that long snake.
"You need a rubber, bro?" he asked, his morning voice particularly sexy.
"Nah, man," I said. Turned to A and felt his gaze on me. There was no judgment, just horniness like men get. I reached over and ran my fingers along his big bone. "I love this, A," I said.
"Got enough for you, little bro?" he teased. Knowing the answer.
I nodded. Maybe I shouldn't have put off sex so long. Maybe I should have jacked off more that week. "You're gonna hit deep, big bro."
That seemed to excite him. Even more than Charlie, I was gathering that A loved being hung and loved the reaction it brought out in other men. He knelt up on the bed and slid a pillow under me. I was already lifting my legs up, and A effortless guided them to his shoulders.
He looked down on me with those green eyes and pushed forward. I was tighter than I wanted to be but I took a deep breath and relaxed. It's like riding a bike, I told myself. Alex's dick slid in.
"Fuck, yes," I growled. I figured if A had the whole upstairs floor I could be a little louder.
"You got a hungry hole, bro." I couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement. Already Alex was contracting his abs and pushing more meat into me. I was feeling full, real full, in best way.
"That's it," I hissed. "That's my spot, A."
"Gonna go further," he asserted.
"Yes."
I looked up at him, feeling vulnerable and excited. I felt that long prick bottom out and those big balls pressed against me. I felt stuffed and alive, completely alive. My prick jerked in full erection, dripping cum on my abs as my insides clenched around his dick.
"You good?" he asked. Trying to read me.
"So good, A. Can you put some lube on me?"
He didn't follow. "Not wet enough for ya?"
I shook my head. "On my dick, man."
He nodded and did just that. "You need to get off quick?" He'd assumed I wouldn't be able to take his dick for long.
"I'm good, A. You get off first.... only I need to blast hard, too."
"You got it, little bro." He pulled back and thrust right in. And again. "Tell me if it gets too much."
"Yep."
If Charlie Kenner fucked with power, Alex fucked with speed. He held my ankles and just did this jackrabbit thing that had me holding the headboard and looking up. His eyes challenged me, silently giving him an out if I wanted him to slow or stop.
But it felt incredible. His dick plowed my p-spot and sap was oozing out of my cock slit.
"Fuck me, big bro," I hissed.
That was the magic trigger. Alex's face got that look, that whimpery O face look, and his hips jerked and he cried out as he released into me. His dick jerked again, then once more, spasmodically.
He hit deep all right, almost with too much force, but I quickly stroked and felt my body grow hot with my own pleasure. Then A helped out by sawing that cummy cock of his in and out with long slow strokes. It was just the right speed. I got a powerful cum, my whole body giving in as I shot out ten heavy ropes onto my chest.
"Jesus, bro..." Alex was impressed.
I realized when we uncoupled that we hadn't kissed. But that was OK. Alex gave me what I needed.
"Sorry for waking you up," I finally said.
He laughed. "You're a persistent dude." He turned to me with a big grin. "But I loved it." He reached over and ran his fingers through the liquefying cum on my chest. "I'm not looking for anything real right now, Bri."
"Me either," I said. "For real." I paused. "Maybe I connect better with buds who I think will get me."
"Get you in what way?" He now slid his arm around my shoulder and pulled me up closer to him. It felt nice.
"I dunno, man. I feel like dudes either expect me to be a top, or if the find out I'm a bottom, they're weird as fuck about it." I'd talked to Zach about this some, but I felt like I could open up to A. "I feel I need someone who respects me, you know?"
"Just ignore those other guys, bro," he said. I wish I had A's self-assured laidback vibe, but he did have a way of rubbing off on me.
"Yeah," I agreed.
I sighed. "I should let you get back to sleep."
"Too late for that," A said. He leaned over and looked at his clock. "Well, happy birthday, Bri." He had a grin as he twisted back and put his hand on the back of my neck.
We kissed.
"Too much?" he asked.
I shook my head. "It's just sex, A." I ran my hands along his body. It was wild how solid Alex was.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"Amazing birthday present though."
Alex laughed. "You know, back in college..." he said. "I told you the Pikes were some crazy dudes. We had this hazing thing, you know... pledges had to do some shit ordeal and the loser was the 'house bottom' for the week."
"What the fuck?" I said.
"It wasn't sexual, more just a like a butler thing. Making the brothers' beds, bringing em dinner, that kind of thing... it was just the guys saying some homophobic shit..." I could hear that Jersey accent come out. "But I always thought that idea was hot."
I hadn't been following where A was going but I did now. I leaned up. "What, you think I'm the house bottom?"
He grinned. "It's just a hot idea, Bri. First Kevin, then Charlie... I'll admit I was feeling left out." There was something so easy going about Alex that made it feel right for him to tell me.
"God, I'm not trying to sleep with the whole House," I protested.
"I know, Bri... just a fantasy." He held up his curled hand in a mock JO motion. "You know an idea when I need extra inspiration."
I had to tease him. "Now I know why you rent out your house to a bunch of other dudes."
He just smirked. "I almost didn't let you move in. I knew you and Kev had history."
"Oh," I said. Surprised.
"It's cool, little bro, You had your thing with Charlie, and I was glad for you. Like I say, it all worked out."
We talked some more and just enjoyed each other's bodies. A admitted he'd hooked up once since breaking up with Steven, but he was overdue for sex, too. So it just seemed natural. We made out a little and then A took me again. Him and his big cock, giving me my birthday present.
(to be cont.)
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