Collision

*** Chapter 5

“I,” Adam pants, “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Jeez, give me a moment to breathe first, horndog.” Brandon responds, equally breathy.
“My dick needs a moment to breathe.” Adam says, turning sideways to take in the sweaty chest of Brandon as it heaves up and down. “I don’t think I can get it hard again for the next century or something.”

Brandon laughs, turning to face Adam, “What?” he asks dryly.
“Why don’t you indulge in anal sex?”
“Oh. Jesus. You can have a go at my ass.”
“What?” Adam sits up, shocked. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“But…wait, how…I mean, you told me you don’t do anal sex.”
“I don’t.”
“But you don’t mind if I pop your cherry?”

Brandon chuckles, making Adam’s eyes fall to that dimple of his. He gets up, taking support of his one elbow and leans up to place a loud, smacking kiss on Adam’s lips, “Darling,” he slurs, latching his hands around Adam’s neck, “my cherry has already been claimed.”
“What?”
“Yup.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Then…then…you don’t…wasn’t it good?”
“Are you crazy?” Brandon leans back down, “It was fucking amazing. Nothing screams better than a prostrate orgasm.”
“Then why don’t you do anal?”
“Did I stop you?”
“Uh, well, yes you did.”

“Nope. My reluctance is only in having my dick buried in some ass. But you can bury your beautiful cock in my ass any day. Is it hard yet?” Brandon cocks his head down to look at Adam’s still limp cock.
Adam huffs, lying back down again, “Man, I am not having sex again tonight. My dick hurts. I fucking need to pee with it as well, you know?”
Brandon sighs, “Yeah, I know, I know.”

A silence lingers, not a comfortable one. This is the third consecutive night Adam is spending at Brandon’s. Tomorrow is Monday so Adam figures he should probably get to his dorm soon enough. He has spent whole weekend having intermittent sex with Brandon, it’s only natural his balls will go dry. He is freaking amazed at Brandon’s stamina though. The man is practically insatiable is what Adam has learnt in the last three days. It’s just the little things that start bothering his head, the little thoughts about them being straight, yet Brandon being so exceptionally experienced, so enthusiastically indulged in the art of man sex. Also, Brandon’s weird aversion to plugging someone’s ass as opposed to having his own ploughed. The concept makes no sense to Adam.

But lying here next to Brandon on his bed, in the deafening silence of his flat, all Adam can think of is…how he is going to get up and collect his clothes and walk out of this flat in that familiar awkwardness which Adam has faced with several of his one night stands. The only difference here is that this time it will be Adam, and not some random girl, who will be moving out.
“I…” Adam begins, motioning to get up from the comfortable bed, “I should get going.”

“What are you talking about? It’s only nine yet. There must be some match coming on tonight.” Brandon gets up from the bed, walking towards his television in the adjoining living room. “And I am starving,” he adds, snatching the remote from his coffee table. After switching on the television and turning it to ESPN, he turns back and takes in the sight of a slightly discomforted Adam. Brandon sighs, “Only if you want to stay, of course. Your call.”

Of course Adam wants to stay. His ego is too big to act like the whore in this fling. Also, he does like Brandon’s company…whatever non-sexual company they have happened to share.
The end result is a mess of pizza and beer cans and a heavy duvet sprawled over the two boys as they scream for their favorite teams on the television. Too much exhausted, both the boys end up sleeping on the sofa, not even the insatiable Brandon missing the lack of sex.
Next day, however, is not so pleasant for Adam.

“You spent every night of the weekend with that…that guy. He is turning you gay!”
“Gary, shut up.” Adam mumbles, his head throbbing because of lack of sleep. He just needs his dose of coffee before he goes to university.

His luck isn’t by his side at university either because when he sees Trisha and gives her a big smile, she just ignores him like he is some insignificant showpiece in her bedroom. And that’s when Adam realizes that he missed a great opportunity with a very, very sexy girl. Because of an equally sexy guy, but that’s beside the point.
It’s on Thursday his luck thrives when he encounters Brandon in the corridor.
“Man, you got to get me on Trisha’s good side.”

Brandon gives Adam the eye, “She isn’t even looking at me and you expect her to listen to your case from me?”
“Fuck.”
“You want to fuck?”
“I want a coffee.” Adam deadpans. “You coming?”

Brandon blinks, “Where?”
“To the coffee house.” Adam replies in a dry tone.
“Uh…we can go directly to my house-”
“I don’t need to get off. Not now at least. I just want a fucking coffee. Are you accompanying me or not? Jesus Christ, it’s not a fucking marriage proposal.”
“I want to fuck later.”
“Deal.”

Sitting in the café, Brandon has his dimply smile constantly aimed at Adam who continues to fret over his chance with Trisha. Once or twice the boys end up checking out the curvy buttocks of all the beautiful girls passing by their table, and more often than not Brandon speaks out loud about how horny he is feeling. Adam would try to quiet him down but he can swear the milf at the back table glared in their direction as she closed the ears of her kids with her own hands. That’s how loud Brandon is being. When Brandon starts to explicitly describe how he wants to suck Adam’s cock, the latter, blushing furiously, gets up and drags Brandon to his apartment.

They ‘fuck’, or really, in technical terms, just frot against each other till they’re cumming for all they’re worth, moaning at the top of their voices.
“You didn’t tell me why you’re averse to anal sex.” Adam comments when he’s settled comfortably later, with Brandon brewing a decent cup of coffee for him.
“I did.”
“You just said you don’t like to fuck an ass.”
“Exactly. What else do you want to hear?”
“Er, maybe something like, why being a straight man you’re fine with getting fucked rather than fucking?”

Brandon sighs. He walks over and hands the coffee to Adam and sits beside him. “Adam, have a look about my apartment,”
Suspiciously frowning, Adam complies, looking around the typical bachelor flat. Neatly made sheets, neatly stacked books, neatly stacked CDs, hell even neatly folded earphones.
“Do you have OCD?” Adam blurts.

Brandon looks at him in surprise and sits straight, “How did you figure?”
“What, you seriously have OCD?”
“Only mildly…like, nothing too drastic. I am mainly averse to anything…unhygienic.”

Adam looks around the flat again and realizes with surprise that Brandon is right. There is not even a single dust spot anywhere.
“Wow.” He comments.
“Yeah, so…to crudely put it, I don’t like getting my pretty dick dirty.”
“Jesus…do you know that showers and condoms exist? Hell, even enemas exist.”
“While I am exceptionally dutiful to use those services, my few ass-fucking endeavors had been with people who weren’t so considerate.”
“Ouch.”
“I had spent ten hours washing my dick the first time I had fucked an ass.”

Adam laughs at that. “You don’t seem to mind the mess of cum that we make.”
Brandon shrugs, “Yeah, well, it’s cum. There is a difference. During sex, I don’t really care. I am too turned on to care. It’s usually after I am over the throes of my horniness when my OCD starts to act up. And believe me, the smell of cum wears off much, much quickly.”
“Ah, well. I have fucked a few asses myself. Wasn’t too bad for me.”
“Are you suggesting that you want to fuck my ass?”
“You’re hygienic.” Adam points out, just for the heck of it.

Brandon smirks, “You’re turning me on, babe.”
They don’t end up having butt-sex. Instead they crack open a couple of beer bottles and jerk off side by side while watching the exotic ‘Beach house’ straight porn DVD form Brandon’s porn collection.
The next day Adam is following Trisha like the plague and begging her, trying to be his romantic charming self to grab a date with her. Thanks to Brandon, he knows Trisha’s schedule by heart. He goes out of his way to catch her in between her lectures, even going as far as to bring yellow roses for her as his apology. Trisha gives him the attitude at first, but everyone knows that nobody can resist Adam’s charm, especially when he is actually working to get a girl’s attention. So with a glare here and a smile there, Trisha is coyly agreeing for their very first, very formal date at the weekend.

“I am so proud of you.” Gary tells Adam when the latter is leaving for his date on Saturday night.
“Have a rocking night, buddy.” Is Riley’s farewell comment. He even stuffs a few condoms in Adam’s wallet which Adam is sure he will not be need, not tonight at least.

On his way to the bar he gets a good luck text message from none other than Brandon. Hesitating on the pavement, Adam finds himself blushing to the tip of his ears as he silently reads the message, ‘I am going to fuck a waitress tonight. I am going to make her suck my cock and then fuck her brains out, making her scream at the top of her lungs. But oh, you enjoy your ‘non-sexual’ first base date with Trisha. Just remember, when that waitress will be begging me to fuck her harder, it’s you I will be thinking of as I plunge my cock in her pussy.’
“Holy Christ.” Adam takes several long moments to calm down Adam junior, standing idiotically outside the bar.

His dick gets placated, but his mind is still enough horny when he meets up with Trisha inside. And then begins a night of suggestive teasing, with Trisha accidently dropping her bag which she bends provocatively to pick up and with her leaning forward to laugh amicably on whatever Adam is saying, in the process making his eyes fall on her more than visible cleavage. The last half of the date is spent with Adam discreetly trying to cover the tempest hard-on in his pants. This girl is going to be the death of him.

“Do you want to come inside?” Trisha asks Adam when the latter drops her off at her apartment at the end of the night. Adam is too shocked by the proposal to form a coherent reply. Is she actually asking what Adam thinks she is asking? Are they really going to have sex? Why the sudden change? Wasn’t she a wait-till-third-base girl? Now that Adam concentrates, he realizes that she has been highly provocative, highly sexual throughout their date at the bar.
Of course Adam complies. He makes a mental note to thank Riley later for all the condoms stuffed in his wallet.

So, a highly cliché scene begins with Adam walking Trisha to the porch and then grabbing onto her waist and kissing her at the first opportune moment. The kiss deepens, and so does the lustful haze around Adam’s mind. They open the door, stepping inside the house, in the darkness, while continuing to kiss. But Adam quickly notices that this passion filled kiss is not as smooth as the raging kiss he had shared with Brandon in the similar situation. He also notices how he always has to bend down awkwardly to kiss all the girls he has always been with, a problem that never persists with Brandon. Still, he presses against her, letting her breasts get squeezed between them, pressing against his chest.

The feeling of tits against him and curves in his hands does make his cock feel very happy. But all he can really think of at this moment is – how hard Brandon must be pounding that waitress’s pussy.
He breaks the kiss and takes a step back.
“What happened?” Trisha asks, a little breathless.
“Uh…” Adam fumbles, “Are you, uh, are you sure you want to do this? I mean…really I can wait.”

Isn’t it a girl’s dream to find a man who is interested in her for her and not just her body? That is exactly what Trisha feels in that moment and pathetically, the thoughts make her eyes fill with tears.
“What’s wrong?” Adam asks, completely bewildered when Trisha starts sniffing, “We can totally have sex. I wasn’t rejecting you or anything.”
“No,” she sniffs, “It’s not that. It’s just…I was acting so…slutty tonight, I am not like that. I was just…I was very insecure, but I so much appreciate that you’re not taking advantage of it. I…I’m so sorry.”
“…Okay.”
She suddenly smiles, creeping Adam out more than he already is, “So…can we have dinner again tomorrow?”

Now Adam is pretty liberal when it comes to his choice of girls. He has dated slutty girls to girls who sing in the church choir. But if there is one thing that he never does, is get serious with any of them. He is too young, too wild to settle for a single girl. Yes, he will settle down eventually, he dreams of settling down, but he also knows that his time is not up yet. Usually girls realize very quickly that Adam is not the one to take things seriously, just like that blonde, Jenna/Jenny whatever, who dumped him. But most, despite knowing of Adam conquests, continue to date him in hopes of being that one girl that can tame him.

Adam can turn a blind eye but he recognizes that category of girls instantly and Trisha just seems to be screaming ‘I am the head of that club!’. Now, it hardly matters to him if the girl belongs to that category. He just aims at having a good few weeks before he gets back at the market but something about Trisha, despite all her hotness and fuckable ass, makes him want to run out of the house at that instant.
“Let’s make that next weekend.” Adam replies in a hurry, stepping towards the door. “Alright?”

“Um, okay. You can still stay for a while-”
“No.” Adam’s reply is instant. “I’ll…I’ll see you next weekend.”

With a raging hard on, Adam walks away in a daze. He wanders aimlessly in the city for a couple of hours, just to clear his head and calm down his cock. In the end, he finds himself standing right outside Brandon’s flat, the main reason behind his sudden paranoia to date girls. But staring at the door to the flat, Adam forgets about the girls, about Trisha and can only think on how he wasted time on cooling down his dick because if he is sure of one thing about being outside Brandon’s house right now, then it is the fact that he will be getting sex tonight. Lots of it.