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------------------------------------------ Feel free to check out the spin-off/prequel of Ish's adventures in "Before The Stuy" in the College category! ------------------------------------------ Back to the Stuy Chapter 8
After I left the office on Tuesday I raced to the A train so that I could get home as fast as possible. I was in a hurry to get showered and changed before meeting Micah for happy hour. He usually only had Tuesdays and Wednesdays off of work, but normally performed or practiced with his band on those nights. My goal was to talk to him about his almost-radio silence he'd been giving me since he left the morning after the party.
When I got to the bar he was sitting in our usual booth with Tristan and Vlad, drinking and talking. I waved to them then went directly to the bar to order two rounds for both Micah and myself. I knew we'd need them; thankfully the bartender gave me a tray to carry the drinks back to the table. Being that the boys already knew there was an issue, they got up from the table to return the tray. It was just us now. Us and four beers.
"So, you gonna tell me what's going on?" I asked him as I sipped from a glass. He looked pensive.
"What do you mean?" he drank.
"Haven't seen you since Saturday," I pointed out.
"Been busy," he shrugged.
"Too busy to respond to a text?" Another shrug. "I was worried about you."
"Oh! Now you're worried?" he rolled his eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He was being a child.
"You didn't seem all that worried when ol' dude was dogging you out on the bed. Or when I dipped on Saturday morning."
"You mean when you were holding my hand and kissing me? Or when you barely said a word before rushing out the door?" Silence. "What's going on?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were engaged to him?" He looked visibly upset.
"I did."
"Before the party! `That was my fiancee' is not how I pictured shit going down."
"You know I had a past. I told you about it before then. Just like you've done the same."
"That doesn't mean I wanted to come face to face with it! How do you think I felt staring him in the eye while both of us were fucking you? Or hearing your lil jokes while y'all played them games?"
There was a strong silence at our booth, as we drank healthy gulps of our beers. So. Much. Tension.
"I don't think this is gonna work out," he spoke up.
"Huh?!" Did he just say that?! "What do you mean?"
"I can't fuck with you if he's gonna be around," he stated.
"So you can fuck and date multiple people, watch me get used in the middle of a club in midtown, but this is where you draw the line?!" I was trying my best to keep a hushed tone.
"I wasn't feeling none of them like that, and I knew you were still coming home with me," he paused. "But with him... That shits different. You were in love with the dude."
"So? You know that I love you. You're a part of the reason I moved back to Brooklyn."
"You love how I make you feel, not me," he spoke plainly. Was he right? Did I only love him because it felt good being with him? Because it was easy? Was I the bad guy? "Look, I'm gonna go. I've got practice," he stood up from the booth. "I'll see you around."
I watched him walk out of the bar while I finished my first beer. I wasted no time completely decimating my second one, before picking up my third and finding Vlad and Tristan on the back patio. They were sitting across from each other at a picnic table, having a conversation, when I sat next to Vlad and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Oh shit, what happened?" Tristan cocked his head.
"I... I think I just got dumped," I told them as I straightened up.
"Welp, there goes the bar," Vlad said as he puffed a freshly lit joint. Tristan glared at him. "What? I told him not to get involved with him."
"You're such an ass," Tristan reached over to grab my hand. "You okay babe?"
"I don't know," was my response. "Haven't felt like this in years."
"Like what?" Tristan asked.
"Numb, I guess?" The best way I could put it. "I don't like it."
"Find a new guy, fuck him, and you'll feel better," Vlad passed me the blunt.
"Do you even have a heart?" Tristan tried to keep from yelling. "Goddamn!"
"You know I'm not the one you come to for this shit, but I'll watch some gay ass Lifetime movies with you and buy some edibles to feel better." This was very true, Vlad sucked at discussing feelings but was always fiercely loyal towards us. "Speaking of - I've gotta make a delivery before they close." He stood, then gave me a pre-roll from his pocket. "I'll see you at home. Let me know if you want me to kick his ass later." He meant that shit too!
"What happened?" Tristan asked me as I passed him the blunt.
"He's jealous of Kal," I shrugged. "I told him that he had nothing to worry about, and he's still jealous."
"I would be too," he coughed out some smoke. "I've seen the way y'all are."
"That was years ago."
"That was four days ago!" He took another puff. "Y'all was actin' all cute and shit while Micah hung out in the corner."
"The nigga chose to hang out in the corner! I tried getting him to have fun, get to know Kal. But he didn't want to."
"I don't know what to tell ya," he passed me the blunt. "Give it some time. See how y'all feel being apart."
"I don't wanna," I whined before taking a puff.
"We don't always get what we want, lil nigga," he wasn't wrong.
We sat there silently finishing the blunt and drinking. The crowd around us started to thin out, letting us know that happy hour had ended.
"Yo," I got his attention. "Tony wants you to call him."
"The Italian nigga?" he asked, I nodded. "With the um..."
"Thick salami, yep." We both laughed. "He was feeling you the other night."
"I thought I wasn't his type," he knew how problematic my cousin was.
"That's exactly why you should call him," I told him. "I know he'd easily fall for yo phat ass while learning some shit."
"You know I ain't nobody's teacher on my off hours," he pondered for a second. "But... I am curious about that chode."
"I can't!" I laughed. "Look, it's one date. If it works, it works. If not, then at least y'all tried."
"I'll think about it," he stood up to leave. "See you at home?" I nodded, then watched him leave.
After I finished the last of my drink, I went back inside to piss before walking home. The bathrooms were three singles in the basement. The hallway was narrow to the point that I had to keep my back to the wall as the barback moved from the storeroom with buckets of ice for the bar. While waiting for my turn to pee I saw one of the bartenders waiting behind me, I licked my lips as I looked him up and down. I'd always been smart when it came to my regular watering holes; never fuck more than two of the regulars, don't get kicked out, don't fuck in the bathrooms, and don't date the bartenders. I'd already broken one of the rules, might as well add another to that list. Besides, we'd exchanged looks and flirted before, he knew my deal.
As soon as the bathroom door at the end of the hall opened, I watched for the drunk girl to make her way up the stairs before extending my hand for Jeff, the bartender, to follow me. He was always an enigma to me, which is one of the reasons I was attracted to him. He stood 6'2 in combat boots, had long flowing hair, a big goofy smile, always wore acid-wash highwaters, and had long thick fingers that were always manicured. I was finally able to see his thick beautiful 7.5 inch cut cock once we locked the door with his back leaning against it.
Squatting in front of him, eye level with his dick in my right hand, I looked up to see his cocky smile looking down at me. "Do it," he told me with a nod. I started jacking him off while licking the engorged head, flicking my tongue up and down the slightly large piss slit. I knew we didn't have much time, but I wanted him to remember this. Taking just the head into my mouth, I continued moving my tongue around, I felt him relax his body. He was enjoying this. When I felt his meaty hands push my head down, I knew he wanted me to deep throat him. To loosen my jaw, and allow him to feel my tonsils, as he guided my head up and down his spit covered shaft. I let him have his way as I worked to undo my pants.
I placed my hand on his wet dick as I stood up, winked at him, then let it go so that I could push my pants down to my thighs as I leaned over the sink. "Fuck yeah," he said behind me before I heard him spit then felt his hand on my left shoulder. "Been waiting for this," he said as he started to push into me. My ass easily accommodated the new dick as he started to fill me. I stifled a moan when I felt his pants against me. With one hand still on my shoulder, and the other on my right hip, he started making crude thrusts into me. The kind that made you step on your tiptoes every time you felt the top bottom out. I knew I wanted to try his dick again one day. To feel him really dominate me while on a couch or bed without time constraints.
"You're such a slut," he whispered in my ear as he started to fuck me with a steady rhythm. "I've seen the camera feed," he gripped my hips tighter. I knew there were security cameras in the office, I also didn't care because no one ever bothered to say anything to me about it. I've fucked, and been fucked, in every room of the bar; even on the back patio. Jeff walked in on Micah giving me head twice. He didn't slow down at all when we heard someone trying to open the door.
"One minute!" He hollered as he put his hand over my mouth, slamming into me harder. I braced myself on the sink as I felt my head getting closer and closer to the wall with each thrust. Fuck! I really was gonna need his cock again!
"I'm breeding your cunt," he whispered. Jeff moved his hand from my hip across my shirt covered torso, pulling me against his body as he slowed down. I felt his cock expanding with each cum shot he deposited into me, before quickly pulling out without warning. I clenched my hole when I pulled up my pants, as he moved to the toilet to pee.
After we were both fully dressed, we washed our hands, then opened the door to leave. The only person in the hallway was the barback carrying an empty ice bucket. He winked as he passed us. "I'll text you," was all Jeff said as we both walked up the stairs.
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