One lifes love - The story of Brad and Bryan : Part 3

When I woke up, I looked over at the space Bryan had occupied in my bed and found it empty. I got up, did my morning piss and saw that the shower had been recently used with a freshly wet towel hanging on the rod. I found some shorts to put on and made my way down to the kitchen.

Bryan had his head stuck in the fridge as he was rummaging around and inspecting things to gulp down. Mom and Dad were both gone so I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him from behind. “Good morning” I said as snuggled into his back. “I loved last night” I added quietly. Bryan whirled around and screamed. “Hey man!” “GET OFF ME!” Bryan pushed me up against the counter hard. He put his face inches from mine and continued to scream. “I ain’t your FUCKING boyfriend BRAD!” “And don’t talk about LAST NIGHT!” “You took advantage!” “I’m NOT GAY!” he finished. With that he went out the kitchen door, slamming it shut and was gone. Soon after, I heard his car start up, peel out of the driveway and tear up the street.

I sat there for a minute absolutely stunned. What had just happened? Take advantage? I hadn’t even started it. He was in control the entire time! My bewilderment quickly turned to anger. “WELL FUCK HIM!” I said out loud to no one in particular. How he could pin the whole episode on me was unbelievable. I began pacing the kitchen floor growing more and angrier as I ran the previous nights events over in my mind. “Took advantage my ass!” I muttered to myself. As I paced around fuming, I noticed a note with some keys on the counter. I picked up the note and saw it was from my father. It simply stated “we” should get started on the garage apartment and included several instructions on what to do with this and that. “Fine!” I thought to myself. The way I felt about him at that moment, I’d stay in my room and Bryan could live in the garage. I went to my room for a shower and decided to get started with or without him.

Half an hour later, I was up in the apartment moving boxes. It was quite large inside. Two rooms in the main area separated by a half wall, an enclosed area in the back and a small bathroom to one side. The enclosed area was to be used for storage and I was busy putting all the junk from the main area back there. It was quite obvious that no one had been up there in quite some time as there was an inch of dust and years of cobwebs all over everything. The front of the main area had a large window and I had opened it because the dust was choking me. As I was picking up boxes, I heard the familiar rumble of Bryans car pull in the driveway. As I looked out the window, and watched him pull to the front of the garage, I noticed he wasn’t alone.

The car shut off and both doors opened. I stared in disbelief as a memorable chubby female figure emerged from the passenger seat. “Are you kidding me!” I said to myself in a low tone as I watched out the front window looking down at the scene. Standing there in my driveway in her pink top that was several sizes too small, her midsection looking like an inner tube was the famous Laurie Talbert. She stood there lighting a cigarette as she flipped her long straight blond hair out of her face. “I gotta be at work in an hour Bryan.” “Let’s do this” she stated flatly in that irritating “nails on a chalkboard” voice of hers.

Laurie Talbert…also known as “Easy Lay Laurie” was infamous at our High School. Some rumors said she had a mission that she was going to fuck or suck every senior in the school. I think she almost made it too according to the never ending gossip. She was most known for however for the “alleged” incident at a football party last year. The story goes that she got plowed by every member in the starting line up that night. It ended up though that she turned out to be “Ground Zero” in a mysterious case of crabs that ran rampant through the entire football team and eventually spilled over into the cheerleaders.

“Hey Brad!” “Got a minute?” Bryan yelled up at me snapping me out of my thoughts. He ran to the side of the garage and bound up the stairs. “Hey can I use our bedroom for a little while?” he asked as he smiled at me. “Oh now it’s OUR bedroom” I thought to myself. “What the fuck are you doing Bryan” was my return. “You know…you’re supposed to be up here helping me with this shit” I added. “Okay…OKAY just give me a few minutes and I’ll help you…just let me use the bed…uuh room for a bit” he pleaded with another grin. “Bryan…if my parents find out she…” I started with complete exasperation. “Fine…FINE” he returned, and turned to go back downstairs. I looked out the window again and saw him approaching the driver’s door. “Get back in the car” he stated flatly to the obviously impatient Laurie. “What the…?” she asked questioningly. “Just get in that car!” he demanded as he sat in the driver’s seat.

As I looked down in the car from the upper window, I had a perfect view of Bryans lap. I watched as they were obviously arguing about something. Suddenly Bryan unhooked his belt, opened his jeans and slipped them off his ass. I had a perfect shot of his dick as Laurie reached over to grab it and stroke it as it quickly grew into the familiar cannon size. Bryan reached over and unceremoniously grabbed the back of Laurie’s head pulling it down into his lap. Without hesitation she swallowed his huge tool in one obviously experienced movement. I could see very clearly as Bryan began to match her downward strokes with upward thrusts of his hips. You could also see she was struggling with his size and trying to back off. His grip on her neck seemed to get more forceful and his thrusting more powerful. I watched in disbelief as his tempo became faster and faster and her panic more and more apparent. I saw a final thrust and Bryan held her head down until she finally slugged him in the stomach. “YOU ASSHOLE!” were the next words I heard as Laurie was finally released coughing and sputtering. “Take me back HOME” she screamed as she slugged him again. As Bryan was hitching his pants back up and starting his car, he leaned forward and looked up directly at me with the most defiant look I’d ever witnessed.

“Where do you want me to start?” he questioned as he appeared in the doorway to the apartment 30 minutes later. I stood there for a moment deciding whether I had the energy or even the courage to bring up the last few events. I decided against it. “All these boxes have to go back there” I said as I went back to work and simply nodded toward the back room. We worked for the next hour in total silence which by contrast was deafening. “Well…you boys have gotten quite a bit of work done” my father bellowed as he entered the room. I looked at my watch and saw it was after four. I hadn’t realized we’d been working so long. “Come on, let’s go to the lumber yard before it closes” he stated as he went down the stairs leaving no question whether we were to follow.

The ride to the store was very quite except for my dad going on about the plans he had. When we got to the store, dad gave me instruction to go get a faucet and some other plumbing items and he was off the other direction. Bryan looked at me for a moment and then followed along behind my dad. I went over to the plumbing isle and began to pick up the required pieces.

I got stopped in the myriad of drain fixtures not sure what size or type to get. As I stood there trying to figure it all out I suddenly heard “What size is the drain from the wall”. I looked up and saw him. He was beautiful. His name was Matt, or it stated as such on his company nametag. He was leaning against the shelves, his powerful arms folded across his white tee and blue company vest. He looked to be about the same age as I was. “Heell-oo…what size is the drain” he said again with a grin. “Huh?..oh sorry” I stammered as he snapped me back into reality. “I’m not sure really”. He reach up high and his tee shirt lifted up a bit revealing a gorgeous flat stomach and small treasure trail that disappeared into an ample package in his jeans. “This should do ya” he said as he handed me a universal drain kit. I just stood there staring like an idiot as he handed it to me.
“My names Matt”. “And you are…?” “Huh…oh Brad…I’m Brad” I stumbled back. “Well Brad I’m Brad…what else do you need?” he asked with a smile. My brain function began to return slowly as I explained what else we needed and each item was pulled from the shelf. The last item was a drain for the shower. “They’re right here” he said quietly as he reached right over my head. This made him stand about an inch next to me with his powerful arm stretched out in front of my face. I could smell the mixture of soap and musky man smell that intoxicated me beyond words. Matt looked directly in my eyes the entire time he was reaching over my head. His killer smile made me melt. As he began to lower his arm, he quickly glanced down both ends of the isle. We were the only ones present and suddenly as his arm came down he stroked his hand along my back. His hand continued down to my ass which after pausing for a moment, he gave my cheek a gentle squeeze. I was mesmerized.

He removed his hand sadly and said “do you think I could have your number?” “maybe we could hang some time” he added. “Uhh…sure!” I stammered again searching my pockets for something to write on. He produced a generic company card and I quickly scribbled my number on the back. “Thanks” he smiled as he placed it in his vest. “I’ll call you later” was his last statement as he walked away down the isle. I just stood there grinning from ear to ear.

“Call you for what?” Bryan stated with and irritating edge to his voice. I swung around and he was standing there with an angry look on his face. “He wants to hang out with me” I said with a defiant tone. “That’s not all he wants” Bryan stated with the same edge attached. “You pick up guys like that all the time?” He asked. “I didn’t know you were such a slut” he added. “Fuck you!” I returned. This is from the guy that just got a blowjob in my driveway!” “Besides…what do you care!” “You’re not my boyfriend…REMEMBER!”.

“What the fuck do you want from me BRYAN!” I said a little louder than I should. “You put yourself in sexual situations with me and then BLAME ME FOR IT!” “What the fuck is that?” I continued. “You keep telling me you’re not gay and I’m trying to respect that.” “But you keep starting things!” getting louder again.

Bryan was quiet and just kept looking at the floor. I stopped the tirade and looked at him. I wasn’t backing off this time. “Brad I…” he started and then looked down at the floor again. “Laurie Talbert?” I asked. “You’ve got to be kidding!” “You want to call ME a slut!” I added as I began heading toward the front of the store. “That was just…” he started as I moved past him. “Hey Brad…don’t…” he continued. I kept on moving away from him and he just stood there.

Dad and I were putting the things in the car and we both saw Bryan walking across the parking lot. “Are you two okay?” he asked before Bryan could hear. “We’re fine dad just having a small disagreement.” “Don’t worry about it” I added. Bryan showed up just in time to jump in the car as we were ready to leave. When we got back to the house and began hauling all of the things upstairs, we discovered my mother had been very busy while we were gone. The floors were covered with rugs, there were curtains on the window. Things were beginning to look homey!

“You two follow me” she said as she went down the stairs. Inside the house she began instructing us to take this dresser and that table “And be careful!” she added as always. Back inside my dad was already fixing the plumbing problems and had turned the water heater back on. Within a couple of hours the place actually looked like a real apartment. My bed was on one side of the partition and Bryans on the other. We had places to hang stuff, the TV and CD player were installed and Dad even hooked up the cable. Mom showed up with sandwiches and we all sat in our new place eating and talking about rules, curfew, and a long sermon on drinking. We both sat there quietly as neither one of us had any other choice.

We all realized it was after 11 about the same time. With all our stuff in place, Mom and Dad simply said good night after making sure all the keys were in hand. Bryan and I sat there quietly trying not to look at each other. I simply began to get undressed and got ready for bed. I decided to try out the shower in the morning. Without any conversation, I crawled into bed and turned off the light on my side of the room. Bryan sat there for a few minutes and then did the same. I laid there for a few minutes wondering about Bryan and the events of the last few days. I began to wonder if everything was going to work out and we’d figure out a way to be friends at least. I was just beginning to doze off when I heard “Brad?” from the other side of the wall. “Yeah” I returned rather quietly. “I’m sorry about this morning” he began. “It’s just…I’m…I don’t…I’m not…aw shee-it” he exclaimed. “Let it go” I said again quietly, trying to let him off the hook. As hard as I tried, I simply couldn’t stay mad at him. Sometime after that we both drifted off.

Sometime later I felt my bed moving. As the haze from being sound asleep began to lift, I realized that Bryan was crawling into my bed. He snuggled in behind me like a spoon in a drawer and placed one arm around my chest. “What are you doing?” I asked not necessarily being bothered by it all. “Can’t sleep” he said to the back of my head. “I’m glad you’re not mad at me any more and it’s better over here” he continued. “Please don’t fuck him” he whispered. “What?” “Who?” I asked rather awake at this point. “Matt” he muttered quietly as he seemed to drift off. Now I was wide awake and he was asleep. “Now what?” I thought to myself as I began to wait for the morning.