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My Buddy Brad 1
Some years ago, I hooked up with this cool guy, Brad. When I get to know a new partner, past the first encounter or two, I sometimes ask them to relate to me some of their memorable sex experiences. I record, them, write them down, change to names if requested and get the narrator to review what I have written. So this is what Brad told me:
Brad here. I'm 29. A pretty regular guy, I guess. I'm 6', 160, blond hair, blue eyes, and I like to keep in shape. I'm a graphic designer. My life is pretty good. My job provides me with enough money, though I'm not one of those young lawyer-types swimming in dough and working, say, 80-90 hours a week and never having any time for anything else. Like sex.
Yeah, that's gotta be the thing I think about most, and have since I was--what?--thirteen.
And I'm gay. So let's not make a big deal about it. I may be gay, but I probably don't think about sex any more than any other red-blooded American boy of twenty-nine does, which is basically most of the time that I'm not working or eating or shitting, But probably some of those times too.
I just moved to this city. Well, really, about six months ago. I'd been a designer and art director in a bigger, more "stylish" city a couple of hours distant since getting out of art school seven years ago. I owned a nice studio-condo, which I had bought right out of school, when I got a good job with a national magazine. Of course the shit salary they paid me didn't go far, but I had a kindly aunt who always thought I was the best thing since sliced bread, and she gave me some money, saying "No sense in renting, dear, is there, when you can own," and now my shitty little studio (SLS) was worth a gazillion dollars (relatively speaking) and I was fed up with the rat race of the big city, and I had gotten this great new job as the director of design for a youth-oriented apparel company in this (I hoped) more livable city a couple of hours away.
So, here I am.
I had a sublet for a few months while I was looking for places to buy, and discovered--to my delight--that the proceeds from my SLS in City #1 would buy a spacious two-bedroom condo in one of the nicest neighborhoods in City #2, coincidentally just a few blocks from the gayborhood and a big med-school/hospital complex. This was important, because I love to go to a good bar or club or bath and come home with a hot guy, but I don't really want to live in the MIDDLE of that scene.
So, I'm finally moved into my place, got the furniture in place (mostly new, and auction finds, since I basically had nothing in my SLS), the curtains on the windows, and the big TV and DVD in place.
But here I am with two bedrooms, and just me. Well, it seemed silly to pass up such a great place (a condo conversion of a beautiful '30s apartment!) even if I didn't need the second bedroom. Besides, maybe I would meet the man of my dreams and get married (when they decide to allow that) and adopt a baby, and so the bedroom would come in handy. Yeah, dream on.
In the meantime, what to do? Stupid question: Craig's List. You can hook up there, why not find a roommate? So I posted an ad. No reference to being gay though. I don't have any problem hooking up, or even having a boyfriend from time to time, but who wants to hear your roommate having hot sex with some stud, while you lie there pathetically stroking your dick?
The posting is not up more than a couple of hours when I get about six emails. Five sound pretty sketchy, but the sixth sounds like a possibility:
"I'm a resident at the hospital near you and need a place where I don't spend any more time getting to work than humanly possible. I spend enough time at the hospital without spending too much time getting there and home. If you want to talk about it, call me." He gave me his number.
I called. "Luck would have it that it's my day off," he said when I called him. "I have to get back to work in a few hours. Can we get together now?"
"No problem," and I gave him my address.
"I just got up. Give me thirty," he said.
A half-hour later, he was standing at my door, smiling. A good-looking guy. Also 29, about 5'10", dark curly hair, black eyes, a trim Van Dyke, nice side-burns, and from what I could tell under the clothes, a smoking hot body. I invited him in. His name was Eddie. We talked.
He was a resident in orthopedics at the hospital. Did a lot of sports medicine. Worked with a couple of the professional teams in town. Kind of a jock in his general demeanor, but not obnoxious. Just open and easy. Friendly. A regular 29-year-old guy.
I showed him the room, told him what I thought the rent should be, the basic rules of the kitchen, the things I needed to have someone live in the same apartment. He was easy: "No problem," he said, and he meant it.
So I decided to drop the bomb: "Just so we're on the up-and-up, I'm gay," I said.
"So?" he said.
"Well, occasionally, I have guys over and we, uh, have sex," I said. "And if I'm enjoying myself, I can be pretty vocal." (Actually, "occasionally" was more like three or four times a week!)
"So?" he said.
"Well, I just wanted you to know. I hope that you're cool with that," I said.
"Sure, as long as you're cool with my having a woman over for the same purposes, though with my schedule, I gotta tell you, my hand is my best date most nights," he said with a dazzling smile. "I mean, when you're our age, what else would you want to do?"
Gee, I was REALLY hoping that he would say "Hey, I'm gay too! Is that cool, or what?" but he didn't.
So he moved in.
Actually, it was good. Because of his hours, I would only see him every few days, and he was often sleeping when I was at work and came home when I was sleeping. A couple of times we had dinner together, and he was a great dinner companion, a good conversationalist, and really easy with me. Even intimate in a funny way.
A few times, I had come home with guys when he was sitting there bare-chested in his scrub bottoms after work, vegging out on the TV. He would smile and look us over with a look that seemed--well, to my eye, since I would have loved to get him into bed--to be just a LITTLE too interested in us. My partners sometimes would ask if I thought he would join us for a three-way. I was sorry to disappoint them.
Sometimes, when he was home, he would lounge around in gym shorts and a T-shirt, or shower and walk around with a towel around his waist, but I never saw him naked. Was he teasing me? With him, it seemed so innocent. I could let my imagination go though.
He was smooth, and lightly muscled, with just a thin layer of fat to smooth out the hills and valleys. He was defined: his pecs and abs stood out, but he was not one of those guys who was chiseled, with sharp edges on everything. Nevertheless, when he was not working or sleeping, he did go to the gym and was in very good shape. I kept hoping that he would suddenly say to me "I'm sorry, I lied to you, I'm gay too, and I really want you, I can't do without you, will you make love to me, Brad?" but of course I was dreaming.
Now, I can have a bit of a nasty, sneaky streak from time to time, and after a few weeks of seeing him modestly covered, I longed to see the whole thing. I bought a tiny video camera and installed it in his room, where he would never--I hoped--see it. It was above and at the side of his bed. I hooked it up so I could watch him in bed on my computer, or TV, if I wished, and could even record videos.
My little secret.
A few nights I watched him after he went to bed, and he would jerk off, but always with the covers over him, so I didn't get to see anything.
One Sunday, after he had been living in my condo for about six weeks, he came out of his room around 11:30 in the morning, looking like a million bucks. He had on a pair of great slacks, that showed off his nice muscular thighs, stretched across his firm ass, and showed an appealing bulge in his crotch, and a silky white shirt that was beautifully cut and sophisticated, and at the same time, made his torso look even hotter, in my view, than when he was bare-chested.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Brunch with a really hot lady," he replied. "If things work out, I hope you don't mind if I bring her back for a little afternoon play," he said, smiling slyly.
"Not a problem," I said. "We made that clear when I rented to you."
"Cool," he said, slipping on a very sexy sport coat and heading out the door.
I spent the middle of the day cleaning, doing some chores and relaxing with a book. Around 2:30, I heard the key in the door, and he and his lady stumbled in, looking hot and flushed. Clearly, they had had a good time, and a few mimosas.
She was gorgeous. Slim, dark curly hair, about 5'8", dark eyes, maybe Hispanic. She had a superb set of breasts. Now, I am not interested in fucking women, but that does not mean that I don't recognize a hot one when I see one, and I do understand how she can turn a man on. I mean, it is really not much of a leap to imagine that. I also noticed as we talked that both Eddie and this babe were wearing tongue studs. I had never realized that he was pierced, and wondered if there were some other, more `personal' piercings on him. Clearly, he was expecting to make use of that stud while they played.
Eddie introduced us--the woman's name was Sonia--and then propelled her, giggling and squirming in front of him, into his bedroom and closed the door. I saw my chance and headed to my bedroom, and turned on the video system in Eddie's room, hooked up to my lap top. I heard them laughing and giggling, and loud sloppy kisses.
The video came on the screen, and there they were, Frenching each other by the bed. She was struggling with the buttons on his shirt, while he shoved his tongue down her throat. You could seen a major bulge in his pants too. She finally got the shirt undone and he pulled it off and dumped it on the floor. Her hands were all over his hot chest, and started working his nipples as he pulled her into a deep kiss again.
He grabbed the bottom of her little black dress and pulled it off over her head. She was standing there is a black lace bra that just barely contained her melon-sized breasts, and tiny black bikini panties. She kicked off her pumps, and he kicked off his shoes. Then she fell to her knees and massaged his cock through his pants, making him moan loudly.
"Eddie, quite a package you got here," she said, smiling up at him.
"I hope you like what I can do with it, baby," he said.
She undid his buckle and zipper, and pushed his pants to the floor, then helped him to step out of them and took off his socks. He stood there with his tight white briefs on, a huge thick cock clearly outlined on one side, angling up toward his hip. He pulled her up into another kiss, and then fell back on the bed, with her on top of him. They maneuvered around so that they were lying lengthwise on the bed--a perfect view for my camera, fortunately--and then he wrapped his muscular thighs around her legs and started humping up against her as her body rode over him in smooth waves, almost like he was already inside her and she was feeling every inch of his hot cock in her wet cunt.
They kissed for a few minutes, and then Sonia started working her mouth slowly down his body. He was squirming with pleasure and moaning at the work her mouth was doing, anticipating what was going to come next, while her tongue stud traced a little trail of pleasure down his torso. She got to his tighty-whiteys, and slowly let her hands and long fingernails trace the dimensions of his manhood.
"Eddie, you gotta be at least nine inches," she cooed.
"Uh huh," was his moaning, laconic response.
She pulled his waistband over his swollen cock, and it sprang out against his belly. She pulled his briefs off his feet and then turned her attention to his cock again.
It was, to put it mildly, gorgeous. The kind I dream about, perfectly proportioned, curving up gently, no hooks to the left or right, lightly veined, a beautiful head just about the same thickness as the shaft, which had to be at least five-and-a half inches around. No floppiness. Really hard, the skin of the head expanded so that it looked almost shiny. Maybe one reason was the metal cock-ring he was wearing, that also pushed his beautiful, full set of balls forward prominently.
On top of that, my doctor friend was a kinkier than I thought: he was completely shaved, and had a tattoo of fancy scrolls where his pubic hair should have been, beautiful and multicolored, plus an intricate ring tattooed around the base of his cock.
Sonia stroked him with her hand and finger-nail tips while Eddie propped himself up on a couple more pillows so that he was comfortable and had a good view of her working on him. She started to tongue and lick his balls and shaft, slowly working her way up until she was licking around his cock-head, letting it slip into her mouth and back out again, as she moaned softly.
He had a look of supreme pleasure on his face, as he murmured "Yeah, baby, go ahead and taste it. Make me feel real good."
She did as he said, and started to suck him in earnest, though she could get only about half of his big cock in her mouth. She varied the speed and intensity, and for the next ten minutes or so, must have brought him close to coming several times, because he would pull her off, and bring her up into a kiss before she started again.
Finally, while she was deep-throating him, he sat up and undid her bra, dropping it by the side of the bed, and gently cupping her nice round breasts in his hands, gently massaging her nipples. He pulled her up into another kiss, and then moved around so he was kneeling next to her. Again, I was lucky that he was facing the camera, his hard cock sticking out between his tight thighs as he maneuvered to get at her pussy.
He pulled the crotch of her bikini panties aside, and went down on her, working her clit with his tongue and tongue-stud. This drove her crazy immediately, and I could see how wet she was getting as he excited her. It was not long before she was climaxing and screaming loudly in her pleasure.
He flipped her entirely on her back, and pulled her panties off, and then went down on her again, not only working her with his tongue, but probing her cunt with his fingers, looking for her G-spot. When he found it, she erupted into another round of climaxing, bucking her cunt up into his mouth as he ate her out.
"Eddie, baby, I want you inside me," she pleaded. He smiled, got up briefly from the bed, and got a magnum condom out of the bedside table drawer, rolled it on and then knelt between her spread legs and very, very slowly shoved his huge cock all the way in, as he leaned over to kiss her. She moaned loudly through the kiss, and he moaned "Fuckin' A," as he started a slow thrusting.
For the next fifteen minutes or so, he fucked her in who knows how many positions. Missionary, from behind, from the side, her riding him lying down, her riding him lotus position and so on. He was strong, and she was probably not over 115 lbs, and he was able to take her body and move it up and down on his big cock at will.
Finally, it was time again, and I could hear her whimpers and screams increase in intensity as he brought her toward another climax. She was on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, his muscular ass pushing his cock slowly and intensely into her cunt, his mouth glued to hers as they built the last few seconds to a mutual climax.
It was explosive, both of them letting out yells that must have been heard in the neighboring apartments. Then silence, and Eddie collapsed onto her, they caressed for a while, he withdrew and rolled off her, then fell into a mutual reverie and after a few minutes they dozed off, Eddie's cum-filled condom remaining on his limp dick draped across his thigh.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned off the computer, lay down on my bed, took out my throbbing cock and gave myself some relief, imagining that it was I sucking Eddie and him fucking me. I lay there, trying to think of how I could seduce him. Pot? Alcohol? No, those things seemed totally wrong.
About four in the afternoon, I heard them stirring in the room next door, and a soft conversation. Eddie's door opened, and then I heard him saying goodbye to her at the front door, saying that they would get together again soon.
I waited a couple of minutes and came out of my room, to find Eddie sitting on the sofa, looking at a magazine, with a satisfied expression on his face, wearing only a pair of gym shorts. From across the room, I could see his balls up one leg of his shorts.
"Sounds like a lot of fun this afternoon," I said. "I mean, you guys were pretty vocal there." This said with a broad smile. I sat down next to him on the sofa.
"Yeah," he said, "we were both really horny. The chemistry was just right for the time. We may get together again, but I'm not sure if we'll get it the same again."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said, "though of course I can only speak in terms of doing it with guys. I mean, is the basic stuff so much different between men and women? I mean, if you are turned on by someone, that's that, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he said.
"Anyway, it sounded like you were really into it, both of you," I said. "Like, when you were finally slipping your cock into her cunt so slowly, she seemed to be in another dimension."
"Huh?" he said. "Like, how do you know what we were doing and when?" He looked at me quizzically and more than a bit suspiciously.
Oh, oh: I blew my cover.
Time to come clean.
I think I flushed royal purple with embarrassment. "Oh fuck, caught," I finally stammered. "I think I have a confession to make."
"Yeah?" Eddie said, leaning forward expectantly.
"Well, Eddie, I saw the whole thing on my computer. It was really cool, and a real turn-on for me. I mean, I was really excited watching her sucking you, you eating her cunt, you plowing her in all those positions. I kept imagining that I was doing the sucking, I was being fucked. I'm sorry. I mean, I don't know what to say."
"Wait a minute," he said. "You saw the whole thing? You mean you did a video of us? Did you record it? Because that would be waayyy cool."
I breathed a sigh of relief. For a while there, I thought he would beat me up and move out: a double whammy. But instead, it seemed to turn him on.
"Well, yes, I have the whole thing on my computer. I can burn a DVD if you want," I said.
"Too fucking much," he exclaimed. "Well, I have a confession too. For the last month, I have been doing videos of you and they guys you bring home. I put two video cameras in your room." He paused while I picked my jaw up off the floor.
"You never suspected? I have them positioned so that if you move to a position where you're hidden from one, the other will pick up the action. It has been an incredible turn-on to me to watch you and those hot guys. I never imagined it would turn me on so much. You suck or get sucked, fuck or get fucked, and I go and jerk off after watching. Funny, huh, you getting turned on watching me make it with a woman, and me getting turned on watching you make it with guys. Strange how we're wired."
"SoooooÉ." I ventured, "you've had sex with guys before?"
"Yeah," Eddie replied. "I experimented some in college, and in med school, my roommate and I were always horny and there was never any time to go out and find women, so we got pretty good at satisfying each other. I'm mostly into women, but I think I could still really enjoy sex with a man from time to time. Another guy always seems to know just what you want, and doesn't have the same expectations that women do. And somehow it is simpler, I guess. I mean, most women want relationships to go with the sex, or at least be taken out to an expensive dinner, but the guys I've had sex with are OK just with the sex and leaving it at that. I mean, I understand that a lot of gay guys want lasting relationships, and I can totally understand that. I'll want that too when I am done with the residency and have some time to give to a lasting relationship with a woman.
"But I must say, it has been really hot watching you making it with guys. Like that skater kid you brought home the week before last. The expression on his face when he was lying on his stomach and you were pushing your cock deep into his ass was priceless. He looked like he was going to die with pleasure. And then that big muscular black dude you had last Friday night. I've never seen such a thick cock. I felt sure that he was going to top you, but I was really surprised that it was the other way around and you got him to cum without touching his cock. When you were fucking him on your sides, and kissing so passionately, and his cock exploded all that white cum on his black chest, I almost came in my pants."
All this talk was turning me on, and I guess it was turning him on too, because I looked down at his gym shorts and saw his cock expanding sideways across the front of his gym shorts, tenting them up dramatically.