Changes 3 : BLUR 2

Two.

I was very disappointed to look around me and see that there were no hot nor cute guys I could hook up with, and since it was still early I decided to stay at the bar talking to my friends’ friends (and none of them were cute either). Jimmy laughed beside him and I smiled as I saw him talking very closely to some guy.

“Haven’t seen you in a while” one of the friends said. Tom I think.

“I know, it’s been a while”

“Yeah, what you been up to?”

“Nothing much” He looked at me intensely. I remembered he sort of tried hitting on me the first time we met a few years back. “You don’t live here anymore, right?”

“No I moved a few years ago” I smiled and took a drink from my beer. “But I’ve been coming back here pretty often and I’ve never seen you. Did you stop going out with these guys?”
Stab on the chest.

“Ah, no. I was… with someone, and we didn’t really go out much. To clubs...”

“Oh. So you broke up?”

“Yeah. Like two weeks ago”

“I get it now” he looked away and drank his beer.

“What?”

“You look sad” the all-knowing dick said.

“Huh?”

“Your eyes… they’re sad” Second stab on the chest, harder. “I get it. I was in a relationship too and it’s hard at the beginning.”

“Yeah” I looked away to see if there were more people around. Nothing. I finished my beer.

“If you need to talk or anything” he smiled.

“Thanks” I fake smiled and ordered vodka. Then some more. And more. And more. And rum. And another. Then mixed. Then a pink drink… and when I looked around the club was full and pumping. Perfect time to start dancing. I danced to shake away the question: How fucking sad am I that a stranger can tell from my eyes? I danced to the beat and by now I had five guys looking my way to choose. Who will it be?

“Dude” Jimmy broke my trance. “I’m leaving” he smiled.
“You’re going with the guy?”
“Yeah”
“You whore!”
“I know, are you OK?”
“Yeah”
“Sure?”
“Fine”
“OK, I’ll call you tomorrow!” he smiled and started towards the guy.

I started drinking from my glass as I looked around once more. There were a lot of people now. My friends were joking and laughing but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Didn’t really care. I turned away from him and on the far back of the club I saw him. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach went cold. I saw Matt walking through the dancing crowd.

“You gotta see this” idiot Fred turned me to see another guy do a Paula Abdul impression. I turned back to see him but he was gone. Did I see him? Couldn’t have… “Am I that drunk?” He doesn’t even exist… Or? It was just a story. I faked a laugh at the impression and looked around me trying to find him. But I didn’t.

“Put it in my mouth” The naked guy said as he placed the condom in his mouth. I smiled and drove my hard cock in his mouth as he sucked and rolled the condom on. He kept sucking once it was on and I moaned. I was a little dizzy from the last shots but I trusted the guy’s looks weren’t from the effects of the alcohol. Wasn’t that good looking but at least he was fuckable. I thought of this as I spread his legs with my knees and felt his ass with the tip of my dick. I slowly pushed inside feeling the head wrapped by his tight ass.
“Wait… slow big boy” he said with his eyes closed. I smiled. I lifted my ass and then rammed my dick inside him. He opened his mouth and moaned. He grabbed my ass as I moved in and out of him, then I turned him face down, his smooth back and his tight little ass looking at me, I started fucking him faster and harder, he moaned as I swayed my hips.

Smooth back. Chest. Legs up. Him biting his lower lip. Tongue. Nipples. Tight ass. big dick. Moaning. Tanned. Hard stomach. In and out. Harder. Faster. Faster. Faster.

We both moaned as I came inside him and he shot his load on my sheets. “Fuck” he said as I collapsed on top of him, out of breath and still dizzy.

“Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow,
no tomorrow, no tomorrow.
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad,
the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had”

I opened my eyes the next day as the guy whose name I don’t remember put his clothes on in a hurry. “What am I doing?” a voice in my head asked. “What the fuck am I doing?” I thought.

****

I stared at the golden shower yellow of the web page. I saw the title in big bold letters: Changes reviews and I felt warm and sad because I knew no matter how hard I tried I could never do it again. I thought I could be a writer and I’m a temp, I thought the love story could happen and it didn’t. “I love Mark&Matt too much to see it end” I read one of the reviews. “Yeah. Me too” I said to myself.

Maybe if I read the reviews for the hundredth time I’d get the answer. Maybe I’d know what to do now. “No offense or anything, but this story doesn't make any sense whatsoever...were you stoned when you posted this?” I smiled. “Nothing makes any fucking sense” I continued reading “These situations can go either direction and I hope you put the same thought and realism to the next part if you decide not to let this piece stand alone.”-stand alone-
“Holy shit” I said. Maybe this was always the way it was supposed to happen. It was always confusing and it never made any sense and it was all… fantasy. Fantastic love story. And I was always in a blur but I could see it till now. “These situations can go either direction” I reread. That’s the problem, I can’t see where I’m going, I can’t choose fictional Mark’s direction either but I know there’s more to tell, I know Mark and Matt are not over.
Mark&Matt...

One word to describe Matt would be perfect. He had changing, bright eyes; sometimes green (like tonight), sometimes brownish with hints of red, sometimes a mix between green and blue. He had a perfect, white smile, his face was round and hard, his hair was a light brown and then his body.I thought of this as I looked at him. I smiled as I thought everything would always be ok because I had him by my side.

“Do you want to do something tonight?” He asked.

“Yeah. You” I smiled.

“Ooh, dirty” he walked seductively towards me and put his lips against mine. They were big, smooth and delicious. Like his dick. I grabbed it through his tight jeans and felt it hard. He laughed inside my mouth. I felt his bid hands go under my shirt and against my smooth skin, they touched my nipples, my stomach, my back, my dick as I took off his jeans. He rolled his tongue in my mouth as I grabbed his perfect round ass. It’s been three years and he’s the same smooth, beautiful jock God he was in high school. I used both hands to bring his face closer to mine, feeling his mouth pressed against me, he moaned and I gripped my arms around his body bringing him close. I gasped as I felt all the wait of him against me, his hard dick against mine. He quickly took off my shorts and underwear and I felt the cool air caress my hard dick.

He lifted my shirt up and started kissing my chest, my stomach, then lower and I smiled with anticipation to what he was about to do. He kissed the side of my dick, my right thigh, licked my balls, kissed my left thigh, grabbed my dick and deep throated it. I moaned as I felt the warmth of his mouth, then more as he sucked the head and jerked the body, his hand sliding smoothly up and down, his head moving rhythmically to the hand movement. Nobody gives head like him, I thought. I looked at his head moving up and down, then at the white shirt he was wearing, his back muscles under it, his bubble butt up in the air and the white underwear around it. I almost came at the thought of my dick inside him.

“You’re fucking kidding me” Matt groaned at the sudden ringing of the front door.

“Shit” I cried. “They’ll go away” I said pulling him up against me and driving my tongue in his mouth. Another ring on the door. I gently bit his lower lip. Another ring, longer this time. Louder.

“FUCK!” Matt roared and stormed out of the room and towards the door.

“Shit” I said again with my dick in the air. As I put my shorts back on I could hear Charlie’s voice asking if we were fucking. Then laughing. “Woops!” he laughed as he saw me enter the room.

“Hey Charlie” I greeted him halfheartedly. Charlie was another jock like Matt, dark haired and beautiful, and thanks to me catching them making out in the high school locker rooms I found out they were gay.

“Sorry Mark, I know you guys fuck like newlyweds but I came to take you with me”

“Where?” Matt asked.

“Diving”

“What?” I asked.

“Diving? At 10pm… where do you intend on diving?”

Forty minutes later we were diving at “Dive”, the hot new club Brian worked at. The place was packed and moving to the beat of the song and I had to admit the place was very hot.
“Hey!” Brian yelled as he came out of the crowd. I also had to admit that Brian was very hot too. Before he was cute, had a normal body, strong arms and a bid round ass. But now he was thin, cut, tanned and beautiful.

He was my neighbor and we used to fuck every now and then, until he started falling in love with me and I started with Matt. He tried breaking us up by showing Matt’s homophobic dad pictures of us together and then Charlie tried breaking us up by kissing Matt in my pool, so it was only logical to fix the two of them together. Brian kissed Charlie and then turned to us “Glad you came, you’ve become a couple of old, boring farts!”

“Fuck you, we go out” I laughed.

“Oh yeah? Did you ask Charlie where you would go diving at night?” he smirked and Matt and I looked at each other. “That’s how boring you are that you didn’t even know about Dive”
Matt smiled and put his arms around me and I rested against his hard body. “Well its good that you came cause tonight we’re celebrating!”

“What are we celebrating” Matt asked.

“Brian and me. Two years today” Charlie smiled and kissed him.

“Hey congratulations!” Matt and me said.

“So lets party before I regret the last two years” Brian laughed and took Charlie and I took Matt and followed them to the dance floor.

I felt my body getting warm from the dancing, and felt as if after every song more people would get in and we were all closer and closer to each other. I smiled as I looked Brian’s way and saw him dancing next to me. He smiled and danced harder to the beat. I looked over at Matt in front of me and he gave me his sexy half grin and I couldn’t help kissing him as I felt my chest burning for him. I felt Charlie’s back against me as he danced with Brian, and as I kissed Matt I started moving my body along with Charlie’s. It was then I realized I had gone hard from the moment I felt Charlie dancing against me. I kissed Matt harder and put my hands against his ass. It was then I realized I had gone hard at the thought of me between Matt and Charlie, and my chest started burning again. A different kind of burn. “Im getting a drink. Want anything?” I asked Matt breaking the kiss. “No” he smiled.

“Where are you going!” Brian asked.

“To the bar” I said going through the crowd.

“I’ll come with” He said kissing Charlie and then taking my hand. Charlie and Matt started dancing.

“Vodka sprite!” I said to the model godlike bartender, he half smiled and prepared my drink.

“You okay?” Brian asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“You look weird”

“Im fine. Thanks” I said taking the glass and drinking my vodka. I finished it in one drink and put it back on the bar. Brian looked at me.

“I was thirsty”

“Yeah I can tell”
I went quiet and Brian started dancing against the bar.

“Doesn’t Charlie get jealous of you working here?” I asked after a while.

“No, why would he?”

“Cause you’re in here every night with gorgeous bartenders and hot horny gays everywhere”

“No” he laughed “We have a rule”

“What rule?”

“We can only fuck other guys if we share them” He said looking around the club.

“So you do threesomes?”

“Of course. How’d you think we survived two years together. Don’t you and Matt?”

“No!” I blurted and Brian looked at me. “I mean, not that I don’t think about it. I mean… Matt’s too jealous.”

“Have you talked about it?”

“No but I know he doesn’t like them”

“Dude, EVERY guy likes threesomes. Trust me”

“But isn’t it weird? I mean after?”

“No. It’s just sex” The crowd suddenly opened and I could see Matt and Charlie dancing close together. Dancing like two perfect greek gods. None of the gogo boys could ever come close to the sight of Charlie and Matt dancing. Their hot, hard bodies in their tight clothes moving hard and slow at the beat of the song. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear they were in slow motion, every perfect feature in their bodies moving, and sex in their bright eyes as they moved their heads side to side. Suddenly they lock eyes and smile, their perfect white smiles. And I felt I could cum any second.

“Its just sex…” I thought.