1. This Place could Eat Him Alive Pt. 02


    Date: 3/25/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byJB_betweenboyfriends, Source: Literotica 

    I didn't stay at Brent's place that night. It seemed too soon, and I hadn't slept in the same bed with another person since my last boyfriend, over a year ago. I was out of practice. He was already half-asleep when I got ready to go. I kissed him goodnight, and he murmured "mmm" and smiled with his eyes still closed.

The next day was a Friday. I very much wanted to see him again, but I knew I had to play it cool. So when I saw him at work, I asked in what I hoped was a casual tone: "What are you up to this weekend?"

"Oh, I'm going to have my daughter Isla here!" he said. "I'm going up to her mom's to get her, and we'll have the weekend to spend some time. I'll make her pancakes, things like that."

"Hey, that's great. It's good that you get to see her." Except, selfish man that I am, I was disappointed.

"Yeah, so I mean, you probably aren't into hanging out with a two-year-old or whatever," he said with a laugh. "But maybe we can get together next week?"

"Sure, sounds good. Have fun." The truth is, I'm not great with little kids. So I figured it was probably for the best that he didn't exactly ask if I wanted to meet her.

Saturday evening, I went with a few friends to the same bar I'd been to with Brent before. We got a table, and as I went to order for the group, my heart sank: there was Brent, sitting at the bar with Alicia from billing.

What was he doing there? Where was his daughter, and who was with her? And if he didn't have her, why wasn't he with ...
    ... me? Sonofabitch lied to me, I thought. He had to come up with an excuse because he didn't want to see me again. What the fuck?

I watched them for a few minutes before approaching the bar. He was talking, and she was listening. She had her hand on his arm. He was into Alicia, that had to be it. Why didn't I see it?

The wise part of my brain said: Drew, do not say anything. Don't start drama. Unfortunately, that part didn't win out. I stepped up next to where they were sitting, and said "oh hey, Brent. Guess you weren't seeing Isla this weekend after all, huh."

Alicia stared daggers at me. She started to say something, but Brent cut her off. "Alicia, don't. Just let him order his drink." He wasn't looking at me, or at her. He had his eyes on the surface of the bar.

"You didn't have to use your daughter as an excuse," I hissed. "It's not like it was going to break me if you just said no."

"I was... look, Drew can we talk about this later? I can explain, I just, I can't deal with it right now."

"You can't deal with it. Gotcha. I'm not dealing with it all that well either. Guess I'll see you around." I turned my back on them, ordered for my friends, and spent the rest of the evening quietly seething and trying not to look over at him.

The next morning, I had a text from him: "Need to talk. Please let me explain. Can we meet up somewhere?"

I waited three hours to reply. I wasn't going to let him think I'd be there whenever he wanted. Finally, I responded: ...
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