This Place could Eat Him Alive Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

This Place could Eat Him Alive Pt. 03

... replied. "Nothing too serious. But there's a guy."

"Oh yeah? How about sharing him with me? I'm bored of all these same fuckoffs I meet here."

"I don't think so. He's too hot to share." It sounded like a joke, but it wasn't. I had no interest in being with Brent and anyone else at the same time.

"Wow, man. What are you doing here by yourself then, if you got such a great catch?"

It wasn't a bad question. "I don't know," I said. "Just wanted a change of pace, I guess."

"Yeah dude, I get that. Nobody wants a ball and chain, right?" He downed what must have been his fourth shot since the ten minutes we'd been sitting there. The man could drink like nobody else I'd ever seen. Yet he never seemed to get staggering-drunk.

I liked Eddie better than I remembered. Maybe now I was mature enough not to judge his eccentricities. I started to make more eye contact, and smile more. I laughed at his jokes. I had a third drink, finally, after he offered multiple times to buy me one.

After a while he said, "hey Drew I want to go dance, you gonna hang out for a little while?"

"Are you asking me to?"

"Hell yes I am. And I won't be long, just gonna bust a move with those guys over there and then I'll be right back." His hand encircled my wrist. "So don't go anywhere."

True to his word, he danced only briefly. He was a pleasure to watch, really quite a talent. Then he returned, and asked if I wanted to go somewhere.

"Sure, why not. It's been a while since I've ...

... seen you. What did you have in mind?"

"Tell you what. We go back to my place and then decide from there. Cool?"

"Okay." It's not like I didn't know what would probably happen if we went back to his place. And I was ready for it.

"You know," he said as we were walking back, "I always thought you were a slick motherfucker. You had game, except you never really hit on anyone. But I was like, damn I want to be sharp like that. You had it all together. Still do."

I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good to hear this. In fact, it sealed the deal for me: I was going to hook up with Eddie. It's possible to know when you're being given a line, but that doesn't always mean the line doesn't work.

I did think about Brent. Actually, part of my mind was on him the whole time. When Eddie pushed me onto the bed, laughing. When we had all our clothes off and started jerking each other's dicks. When I got so hard I thought I would cum too soon.

I was thinking about Brent watching us. About him stroking himself, unable to help it as he saw us both approaching orgasm. I forced myself to get him out of my mind and focus on Eddie so I could last longer.

But right before I came, I had an image of Brent above me. His chest flexing, nipples hard. His eyes burning into mine, slipping his cock into my hole and starting to fuck me, deep and slow. My cock throbbed and I could almost feel Brent against my prostate. I let out a couple of strangled cries and then I was done for, cumming ...