Heights 4

“I’m not going to.” I leaned over and kissed Bryan. His lips were slightly dry and salty. Bryan was reluctant at first, and then he slowly began to give in and relax. He opened his mouth and allowed me to message his tongue with mine. Our kiss became more passionate and heated and before I knew it, Bryan was on top of me, pinning me down to the mattress. I felt the hardness of his huge cock straining through his shorts. I took hold of it and squeezed it roughly through the khaki material. I lowered his zipper, found his large dick and began to jerk him off slow but hard. My own dick was wood-hard by now, waiting to be released.

Bryan got off of me, stood and unbuttoned his shorts, removing them along with his shoes, just keeping his tight green shirt on. His huge hard dick was throbbing and pointing straight at me. I unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans and pulled them off. My dick was creating a cotton tent in my underwear. Bryan got on top of me again and started to grind his naked dick against mine. I grabbed hold of his hot, tight round ass, squeezing each round globe tightly, running my fingers down the length of his asscrack. Bryan pulled off my underwear in one swift rough motion and my erect dick sprang out like a jack in the box.

“Roll over,” Bryan ordered.

I did as he asked, rolling over onto my stomach and sticking my ass up in the air. Bryan slapped his dick against my ass a few times before placing his face in my ass and going to work with his tongue. I loved it whenever Bryan ate my ass; I loved the feeling of his hot tongue working super fast circles around my asshole. It only took a few seconds for my hole to moisten up enough for Bryan to stick his tongue inside of it. I had to bite down on the blankets to keep myself from screaming out loud. Bryan removed his tongue and spit on my hole. He squeezed his middle finger into my ass and I groaned, but not too loudly. Bryan worked his finger in and out of my hole, faster and faster each time. He slipped his index finger in along with his middle finger and began wiggle them around inside my ass. “Fuck me,” I said through short breaths.

Bryan got on top of me, the head of his dick pressed gently against my moist, anxious asshole. He pushed himself in slowly, one inch at a time until all nine inches were fitted completely into my ass. Even though Bryan had been fucking me for years, sometimes it was still difficult completely taking his whole cock inside of me. He started off slow, gyrating his hips. “You always feel so good…” Bryan moaned.

Once I got used to his dick, Bryan began to move faster, slipping his dick in and out rapidly, harder and harder. I broke out into a full sweat. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Bryan circled his arm around me and jerked me upward, ramming his dick harder and harder into me. His hot, sweaty muscular chest was pressed up against my back, his nipples poking my skin, his hot breath on the back of my neck. The only two sounds filling the room were the heavy squeaking of the bed and the sounds of our skin slapping against each other. Bryan grabbed hold of both of my shoulders and pushed me onto his dick as hard as he could.

“Get on your side,” Bryan demanded. I rolled over sideways, with Bryan’s dick still planted all the way in my ass. He lifted my leg up for easier access and continued to slam his cock in and out my butt, hitting my spot with every thrust. I was leaking precum all over my new bed and it wasn’t going to be too much longer until I busted my nut. I could tell Bryan was close to, the way his body kept tensing up and his thrusts became more rapid. I closed my eyes, relishing the moment. My nutsack tightened up. I was really close to busting.

“Oh fuck,” Bryan growled and after one final hard thrust, I felt his hot cum spew out of his dick and up my ass. There must’ve been enough cum in my ass to fill a coffee cup. As he finished, I came too, my body contorting in all different kind of shapes. Bryan’s dick slipped out of my ass, and I felt a bit of his cum slide of me at the same time. For a few seconds we just laid there, catching our breath, and then Bryan whispered in my ear, “I love you, Josh.”

“I love you too, Dylan.” I hadn’t realized what I had just said until like a full five minutes after I had said it. Once I realized, I cursed myself silently in my mind. Bryan immediately let go of me. It felt as if the room had dropped ten degrees in ten seconds.

“What did you just call me?” Bryan asked. I didn’t dare look at his face. I didn’t want to see the anger in his eyes. There was no way I could explain myself. I had officially fucked up. “What the fuck did you just call me?” Bryan asked again, much louder and angrier.

I didn’t know what to say. I don’t think there was anything I could say. I was stuck as fuck. All I could say was, “That’s not what I meant.”

Bryan got off the bed and it wasn’t long before he was savagely putting on his shorts and shoes. “I can’t fucking believe you. After all that shit you just said.”

I sat up in the bed, my asshole still a bit sore. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“Were you thinking about him?” Bryan demanded. “This whole time, was you thinking about him? Fuck it, don’t even answer. You’re just going to lie anyway.”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about him.”

“Then why did you say his fucking name? I can’t believe you.” Bryan was fully dressed and on his way out the door. I jumped off the bed, naked, sweaty and sticky, and grabbed his arm. He pushed me away. “Don’t fucking touch me, dude. Get the fuck away from me. I don’t even want to look at you right now.” Bryan threw open the door and left, slamming it behind him. I wanted to call after him, but it would’ve been no use. He was already gone.

* * *

There was a knock at my door. When I opened my eyes, it was dark. After Bryan had left, I had tried calling him on his cell phone over a dozen times, leaving a dozen messages, and he didn’t respond to any one of them. I had gone to bed, crying, distraught, and eventually I fell asleep. It was around three o’ clock in the afternoon when Bryan was here, it had to at least been eight or something. There was another knock on the door. I got up from the bed and realized that I was still naked. I picked my clothes up from the floor and put them on.

“Yo, Josh!” I heard someone yell. “Open the door.” It didn’t sound like Bryan…or even Dylan, but the voice was still familiar. I went to the front door and opened it. On the other side of the door was a guy, about my height, a shaved head, rich, copper colored skin and intense green eyes. He was wearing a tight white tank top, his hard nipples poking through the thin cotton. He was a hot dude. I recognized him as Shane, the loud-mouthed cocky dude I met the other day. “Damn,” he said, “you look fucked up. What’s wrong with you?”

“What are you doin’ in there? Your husband’s not still here is he?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Nobody here but me. What do you want? I was sleeping.”

“You can’t be sleeping at nine o’ clock, man. It’s way too fucking early for all that. We’re all going down to the pool. Come chill with us for a minute.”

“No, that’s okay, I think I’m just gonna stay here tonight.”
“Don’t pull that anti-social-I want to sit in the dark alone- kinda shit. Everybody wants to meet the new guy. And Dylan wants you down there.”

Dylan was the reason all this shit was happening to me. I really wasn’t in the mood to see him. “That’s okay, I’ll hang out with you all tomorrow. I just need to go to sleep now. Besides I have a test photo shoot in the morning at ten.”

“So do I. Who cares? Don’t be a bitch, Josh. Just come out with us for fifteen minutes, and then you can come back out here and do whatever you wanna do.” This dude was really getting the fuck on my nerves. I could tell him no all day and he would still keep insisting until he finally got his way.

“Fine, but just fifteen minutes. I’ll be out there in a few.”

“You fuckin’ better be,” Shane said and walked off.

It took me about two hours to find the swimming pool. There were so many twists and turns and hallways in this apartment building, it was going to take me weeks to find my way around the place. The guys were already in the pool, or hanging around the deck when I got there. I was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and my nylon swim trunks from my old lifeguard days. The other guys were a lot more casually dressed, and when I mean casual, I mean in their underwear and some with nothing on all together. I saw Shane and that cute red-headed guy, Isaac horsing around in the pool, both in wet, tight white underwear, that showed off their hot round asses and big bulges.

From behind me, someone slapped my ass and said “So Sleeping Beauty finally shows up,” It was Dylan’s voice. I didn’t even bother to turn around. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “How’s my favorite new friend, doing?” For once I really wasn’t in the mood to talk or be around him regardless of how attractive he was. “What are you mad at me or something?” Dylan asked.

“I don’t even want to talk about it right now,” I answered. I found a pool chair and sat. Dylan sat in the seat beside me. Like the others, he was dressed in his underwear, a pair of black, tight ultra short briefs that displayed his massive muscular quads and his ample bulge. I felt so plain in my big old, floppy, faded shorts.

“Is it about what happened in the lobby with your little boyfriend?” Dylan asked.

Dylan placed his hand on my knee. He always knew exactly how to make my skin sizzle. “He’ll get over it. If not, then he’s not even worth the time.”

“I love him,” I explained. “I know that’s something you can’t understand.” I watched as Shane got of out the pool, rivulets of water coursing down his smooth, hard naked chest and abs. I could see the imprint of his large, thick cock through his underwear. It was beautiful like the rest of him. He looked at me, winked, and did a back flip back into the pool. Some of the water sprayed me. Dylan laughed. “Why would you think I wouldn’t understand that?”

“Because you don’t seem like the kind of person that thinks about love or relationships.”

“I’m not the player you might think I am,” Dylan asked. “I’ve been in relationships before Josh. Girls, dudes. They don’t work. Especially in our line of work. You can make friends, chill once in a while, but you can’t count on that long-term commitment shit. It’s just not possible.”

“It can be if you want it to be,” I replied. “I’ve been with Bryan since high school. I’ve never been with anybody else…I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

Gabe walked by, just a towel wrapped around his slender waist. He glanced at Dylan and me but didn’t say anything. He sat on the other side of the pool and began talking to some hot, lean, muscular guy with a wild afro. “You’re only nineteen, dude. Once you get started in this business, I mean really started, all that’s gonna change.”

“I still don’t even know if I should be here. It feels like I don’t even belong here.”

Dylan squeezed my hand and stood. “You belong here, boy. If there’s anything in the world I know for sure, it’s that. Now go back to your room and go to sleep. We gotta be up early tomorrow so we can be beautiful.” He turned and I watched him as he walked away, the graceful way his body moved as he took each step, the sharp lines of his magnificent body. He was the closest thing to perfection I had ever seen in my life. Dylan turned and looked at me once last time, as if he knew what I were thinking, and did a perfect swan dive into the pool.

* * *

I called Bryan again around ten o’ clock. I figured he wouldn’t answer the phone, but I was surprised when he picked up. “What do you want?” he asked. I had never heard him sound so cold and distant before. It like I was talking to a completely different person.

“I wanted to talk to you…”

“Josh, there’s really nothing you need to talk to me about.”

“How long are you going to be mad at me? I just made a stupid mistake that wasn’t all that big of a deal.”

“Alright. So if some hot dude came up to me and started coming onto me right in front of you and then after we make love I call you by his name. You’re telling me that you wouldn’t be pissed off?”

“Yeah, I would be, but…”

“But nothing, Josh. You know, I’m trying to be supportive here, I really am, but I just don’t think I can do it. I just don’t know if I can believe anything you say.”

A lot of people have said a lot of painful things to me in my life, but that had to be one of the worst, simply because it was coming from the one person who meant more to me than anyone else. I didn’t want to hear anything else, because I felt like whatever he said next was going to be twice as worse.

“I just think that we need to take some time off,” Bryan whispered.

“Bryan, why are you saying this to me? You can’t do this to me. Not right now. I can’t do this by myself…if anytime I need you, it’s right now.”

“Do you know how hard it is for me to say this, Josh? I don’t want this either. I want you here with me, right now. But I also want you to do what makes you happy. And maybe you being happy doesn’t involve you being with me.”

“And you’re basing this all on me saying Dylan’s name instead of yours?”

“He wants you. You want him.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Josh, don’t lie to me. And most importantly, don’t lie to yourself. I’m not saying that you don’t love me and that you don’t care about me. I’m just saying that I’m not the only one you care about anymore.”

“Don’t break up with me,” I said, on the verge of tears. “Don’t tell me that you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“I just don’t want to be with someone who isn’t completely sure if they want to be with me.”

“What is it that I need to tell you to convince you, what do I need to do to show you that I want to be with you.”

“Come home,” Bryan said simply. “If you really want me, then you’ll come home.”

“…Bryan, I can’t…I can’t…”

“Then I can’t either, Josh. I’m sorry.” And he hung up the phone, just like that. No goodbye. No I love you. No I’ll talk to you later. Nothing. He was gone. And I was all by myself.

To Be Continued…