My Life Beyond Fantasy |Part 2|: Things Are Deceiving

Chapter Two: “Things Are Deceiving”

Slowly takes my shirt off and then unbuckles my pants. I can feel his warmth, since my half naked body is around him. I start grinding into his cock, which seems to be growing larger by the second. He grabs my hair and starts kissing me. His tongue lets go of mine, and he starts licking down my chest, trying to find the right spot. Dicks grinding together through boxers and briefs, hands everywhere – its just a whole lotta nakedness. 

“Excuse me..”
“Huh? Oh, sorry..” I say, and slide my chair over. 

-5:56pm: Office Hallway-

Is it wrong that I don’t actually work…at work? Maybe, but I really need to get off before my dick explodes from…

“Heh, its okay, I’ll see ya Brandon!” Carl says closing his briefcase and walking off. 

Fuck, I think I’m staring. Look away. Just…look away. 
Is he staring at my crotch? 
Yes. He is...BECAUSE I HAVE A FUCKIN’ HARD-ON. I quickly move my laptop on my crotch. 

“So I’m going off for a week, you know…” he says fumbling with his keys.
“Nice, where you going to?” 
I’m blushing.
“Whitewater rafting in…”

If you squint a bit, he kind of resembles a taller version of Josh Duhamel. Except, he doesn’t have that scowl Josh has whenever he’s attempting to act. Crap…I’m lost now.

“…What?” Carl says looking at me funny.
“Hmm? Oh! Have an awesome trip…” I reply crying on the inside.
“Thanks!” he says and walks out the door. 

The ride home with dad is silent. What else is new? This would be the right time to tell you about him – and my self-destructive relationship that we have. He makes the money for my mom and myself, and he’s an amazing provider. Do I believe in marriage? No. Do I love? Of course, I need to. I believe if you are in a monogamous relationship…it should stay monogamous. My father silently disagrees. Besides fucking whores (twins..), and having a mistress on the side, my dad likes to keep his active sex life..well as active as possible

Ew, shivers are brought just thinking about that…

But, what the topping on the cake is he tries to be this amazing father, who can do no wrong, who can’t take anything negative said about him without attacking the other person… and who basically thinking that he’s the shit. 

Think again, asshole.

-7:23pm: No Place Like Home…-

Alex greets me at the door. Takes my jacket and knapsack, and gives me my Blackberry with a few messages received. My dad probably parked and entered at the north wing, since he feels like he’s a guest at his own home having one of our assistants greet us at our door. On the contrary, my mother adores people helping her into her own home. 

I guess I’m a bit better off than some people. I don’t like to say anything because I think that really changes the whole perspective on the person- not that I care what people think of me, but I guess it’s to keep me away from superficial assholes. I’d say it’s worked pretty well. 

You don’t think differently of me now, do you?

No, I’m assuming you just think I’m a rich slut who has poor pathetic problems. 

Well, things change. 

Entering my room, I get this overwhelming feeling of happiness. I throw my Blackberry on my bed, and start up my computer. I strip off my shirt and start running water in my bathroom. Showers make me think of Carl. 
Water running down his tight abs, down to his perfect dick. On my knees I would just start licking around his cock, making him quietly moan. 

Letting the hot water run down my body, I need to fucking cum. I start stroking my dick, and start thinking about.. 

‘BEEP-RIING-BEEP-RIIIING’
Fuckin’ hell..

“Hello?” 
“OH – SO YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE, BUT REFUSE TO TAAALK TO MEEE??” 

Jess. drunk. Right.

“I KNOW, I’ll explain later, but –you’ve kind of caught me at a bad time.”
“I don’t really give a shit –..just get your ass down herrr…everyone’s waiting!” Jess says almost screaming over the background noise. 
“Where the fuck are you?” I reply turning off the water and trying to dry off.
“Where do you THINK…”
“Uh, yeah, about that?..I won’t be able to make it..I, uh, have other plans.”

No, I really don’t. big whop, sue me- I lied. 

“Like what? Everyone who doesn’t hate you is down here, and your coming down because you ditched me, and…I need like twenty bucks.”
“You’re 25% away from being heels over head smashed-drunk, and I don’t want to clean up your mess of puke, and fending off the bitches you decide to have a catfight with.” I too, know my friend quite well. 
“Noooohh! Brandon, please, just come – I need you to come.”

Yeah, I was just thinking that.
“Bye, Jess!!”

I click off, and I realize I talk/hang out/party with that girl almost every day of the week. I think she can manage on her own for one night.

This makes me think. I should go downtown. 

I think about it for a moment. 

“Sir, you have a visitor..”
I stare at Alex. Towel wrapped around me, holding a few CD’s, not knowing what to do next.
“Um, Alex, I’m kind of busy..” I respond, trying not to sound too much like a prissy king.
“Well..this young boy seems to think..”

“…YO! B! Dis’ YOUR house? You got one fine ass crib!”
“Luke. Of course” I mumble. 
He jumps on my bed with his back crushing my Blackberry and some CD’s. He just looks at me and smiles while sprawling his whole perfect body on my sheets. 
“Alex, you may go now, your duties have been full filled...” he says mocking his british tone. Alex looks pissed, and stares at me. I nod, and he leaves.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Don’t be so fuckin’ rude to Alex, hes cool.” I say while trying to grab my Blackberry from under him. 
He grabs my arm and brings me close to him. He smells so good. He just took a shower too cause his hair is damp. And he makes me too horny. 
“So, why don’t you say shit to me when people are around?” he asks in his cocky manner. 
“Because…”
“Because you love getting fucked by -my- cock. You don’t wana loose it, do you? You love it up your ass, you love it in your mouth, and you love riding it for hours. It’s always about the sex.” He says cutting me off. 

It’s true. And with Luke, who can do whatever the fuck he wants, when he wants – makes him really attractive & I always give in with him. He doesn’t even like me, but we have this on-going situation, which is ridiculous, but I can’t say no to him. He’s like a little kid, wanting more, and more.