MOVING OUT CHAPTER 29
It was hard to believe the weekend passed so quickly when I opened my eyes Monday morning. Bryson had moved just a little from me. We started our morning with a kiss despite a little bad morning breath from Bryson. Still it was great. We showered together and didn’t get carried away though with Bryson’s fit body it was hard not to.
Bryson labored and worried over his hair like he had a date to start out his college morning. I did a little but mine was presentable as always though it appeared we both could now use a trim.
Nate intersected us at the door on his hurried way out to his classes. It seemed he forgot something and now was fretting over a missed assignment though he spent the night studying.
Along the way to work, a call to Mom was in order since it had been a while. She answered her cell phone on the third ring. I gave her the good news about Bryson and I coming to Vegas for the weekend then had to diligently explain why we wanted privacy. She laughed and now fully understood though expected to see us often.
At work, Ben was there to rave endlessly about his weekend and maybe finding a keeper. I kept my life private and the details scarce at work even to Ben. He asks but my answers were always generalized and vague.
Once spotting my boss in his office, I nervously approached him to ask for at Friday afternoon off.
“Mr. Jensen, is there any possible way I could have Friday off for a long weekend?” I asked and decided to go for the gold.
“Xavier, I don’t see why not,” Mr. Jensen asked and pulled up my file on his computer. “Xavier, you have a full week and three days of vacation and two personal days. Sure, we all need a little break. I see how hard you have worked over the project. Are you going to visit family?”
“Yes sir,” I replied.
“I’ll mark it as a personal day to attend to personal matters. How’s that?” Mr. Jensen insisted. “Xavier, we have a few cost issues with the library but I think we can work some of those out. It seems your eco-friendly ideas are still very expensive.”
“Sir they may be but I was thinking long term as far as energy savings for them,” I said and grabbed a seat.
“I know you were but cities are very shorted sighted and only see the cost in today’s figures not the money saved over a ten year span,” Mr. Jensen said. “I tweak a few things here and there to make it work within their budget. Other than that, this is very impressive. I do expect you to be at the city meeting Thursday night in case any questions arise since I have a prior commitment.”
“I suppose I could handle that,” I said.
“I didn’t expect you to shy away like some other young ones we’ve had. Keep up the great work, Xavier,” Mr. Jensen stated.
“I’ll do my best,” I said and left his office practically floating after the positive feedback and his confidence in my abilities.
After an uplifting day at work, I headed out with my phone in my ear to tell Dad and do a little boasting. He sounded proud that I was doing so well. I did tell him to expect visitor but not overnight guests. He too laughed and knew a nice place a few miles where he could use his privileges to score a nice room. I only wanted a regular room and nothing fancy. He told me it would be taken care of.
I didn’t mind Dad still spoiling me some but wanted to break the strings. The help he offered was always great but felt indebted to him forever as it was. I suppose my dad enjoyed sharing his hard earned money with me instead of the government.
At home, Bryson, Nate and Philip were downstairs after working out. Nate was beginning to show the signs of his hard work and starting to develop a little muscle in his chest and arms. His abs too were getting ripped as well. Bryson was ripped as hell from his hard work and started to show great definition like I did earlier when I worked out constantly. Philip was still tall and lanky. He had long muscles and harder to show much improvement but he wasn’t going to let his buddies outdo him at much.
“Bryson, I think everything is set for this weekend. I have the entire day off,” I said.
“Great! I can’t wait then. I have a big test Wednesday for sure and a paper due Friday in another, so maybe I won’t have to take along too much college work,” Bryson said.
“Damn, I’m so glad I dropped that shit and don’t have to worry with it now,” Philip said kicked back and relaxed.
“Philip, some day my hard work is going to pay off big time,” Bryson boasted.
“It should as much as you study,” Philip said. “Bryson, you’re smart as hell.”
The night around the house was actually calm and very serene. There were no fights, no arguments or open sex acts. One of the main reasons was we were recovering from the weekend, at least I sure was.
The remainder of the week flew by thankfully. I attended the city council meeting on the proposed library. I did my best sales job ever on them despite some real hard asses that won’t budge on the budget. Since I was young, they thought they could play me off as a rookie. Instead I was prepared like never before with charts of the potential savings in electric and water costs in the future. The new library passed but barely.
Once back at the house, it was time to celebrate for me. I found Nate and Philip upstairs playing their game as usual. I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and decided to be social since Bryson was working diligently on his paper. The second I got upstairs, four beady eyes glued on me. “What, I can’t enjoy a beer?” I asked.
“Sure, but you never drink beer, Xavier, just that wine shit,” Philip said. “What’s the occasion?”
I smiled, “I bullied my way down at the meeting and got my project passed on the library I worked so hard for.”
“That’s cool,” Nate replied while eyeing the screen. “It’s weird seeing you with a beer in your hand.”
“Well… I felt like one so there you go,” I replied.
Philip headed down and brought up 5 while he was down there. I shotgunned what was left of mine to the amazement of Philip and Nate. The next one went down even easier.
“What the fuck, dude?” Nate asked. “Xavier wants to get fucking wasted before his big fuckfest weekend with Bryson.”
The two quick ones hit me, “Hell yeah! Bryson will know I love him after this weekend! My dick will be so far up his ass all damn weekend!”
“Oh shit!” Philip covered his mouth, “I can’t believe this shit!”
Nate ran down quickly and brought the rest of what beer was left. I opened another and started in on it. “You guys aren’t the only ones in this house that can drink!” I stated.
“Dude, I have to go get Bryson so he can witness this shit,” Philip said.
“Oh let him finish his paper, Philip. The three of us can sit up and get hammered,” I said.
“Hold on,” Nate said. “You want us to get fucking blasted with you!”
“Damn straight, straight boys!” I said.
“Hell yeah, let’s get it going,” Philip said.
I was downing beer left and right like never before but I was having a good time doing it too. Bryson soon appeared at the top of the steps. “What the hell?” he said.
“Come here my hot little fuck boy!” I blurted out and was now hammered.
The three busted out laughing. Bryson cautiously walked towards me. I got up and grabbed him for one hot kiss. “Damn dudes, how many has he had?”
“I think 6 now,” Philip laughed.
“You’re wrong,” I said and attempted to hold up seven fingers.
“My bad,” Philip said.
The small party ended when the beer was gone. I was feeling no pain but could barely make to the bathroom. Bryson had to hold me while I pissed everywhere but in the toilet. “Xavier, you’ve had enough for tonight.”
“Oh no, bitch. I want more!” I said. “Get that fucking wine now!”
“No! We’re going to bed right now,” Bryson demanded.
“I want more!” I said.
“Hell, give him more, Bryson!” Philip shouted to us still in the bathroom.
From that point on, my memory is blurred. I don’t know what happened but all I know is somehow I ended up in bed. When I woke that Friday, my head was pounding like a drum and my mouth was parched. The clock read 9:25. When my feet hit the floor, my balance was a little off. A good warm shower felt so good but my head was thumping. Feeling the awful effects of what I thought was a fun night was pure hell the next morning. I packed a few clothes in a bag before heading out to find relief.
“Damn Xavier, you really showed out last night,” Philip said to me while he was sitting at the kitchen bar having cereal.
“I feel it now,” I said.
“It’s about time you really cut loose. I don’t know what got into you but you had us busting at the end,” Philip smiled.
I found 3 Tylenol and quickly downed them with some juice. My stomach felt queasy when the juice hit it. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. After standing there a few seconds, I sprinted off to the bathroom and threw up the nasty concoction of beer and juice. At least now, the mixture was off my stomach. Philip was grinning ear to ear when I did return.
“I hope you’re enjoying my pain and suffering,” I said with a snarl.
“Oh trust me, I am,” Philip said. “You going to make today on your trip?”
“I will no matter how bad I feel,” I replied and was able to down a little cereal and milk to start my day. Philip was cleaning up now since it was his week to clean. Now the weeks got cluttered and the list was about forgotten on whose week it was to clean.
“Any big plans for Bryson?” Philip asked concerning our trip.
“I’ll do whatever he wants. You know me Philip; it’s all pretty much the same old shit now. I’ve seen the strip and lights so much I’m immune to the glitz and glamour of the entire town. I do want to see Taylor while I’m there,” I said while eating.
“Man, I hope he’s doing well. I really feel for him,” Philip said while picking up the trash and papers. “You think he’s got ass fucked in jail?”
“Philip, I have no idea,” I had to laugh at the comment.
“You and Bryson would love it there,” Philip laughed.
“Yeah right, like I want some big ass dude hammering my ass against my will,” I said in jest.
“I would be very popular though with my big dick. I would have all the gays clamoring to get a feel,” Philip laughed.
“I think you’re popular enough with the ladies. Speaking of, where’s Miranda been this week?” I asked. “I haven’t seen her all week.”
“Well… we’re sort of on the outs right now. It was something pretty stupid. Hopefully she’ll come to her senses and see how fucking dumb it is,” Philip said and left with the trash to carry to the garage.
I waited until he was back inside, “Remember what you told me when Bryson and I had a little fight?”
“Yeah but that was totally different,” Philip said.
“If you love her, be the bigger man and make it right with her,” I commented.
“Maybe but I’m about ready to move on and find some new fresh meat,” Philip said. “Xavier, don’t you ever tire of Bryson?”
“No, never Philip. I love him to death and will really show him how much I do love him this entire weekend,” I cracked a smile.
“Yeah, I don’t guess I’ve really been in true love. For me, it’s been true lust,” Philip surmised. “I think Bryson is planning on a wild weekend with you too. He said you two haven’t fucked much this week.”
“Well… Philip… we had a lot going on. Honestly we don’t fuck every night but do show our love in other ways to each other,” I said and enjoyed the brotherly talk we were having.
“That’s cool. Maybe someday the right girl will come along that I enjoy being with every night for the love not the pussy,” Philip said.
“Then you’ll realize you are truly in love,” I smiled.
“But for now, I’m going to enjoy getting all the pussy I can handle. I hope they can handle me,” Philip said. “Xavier, it’s great having a big dick and all but you know some girls are scared to death when they see me hard. Miranda never had shied away from me but she still can’t suck dick worth shit.”
“Not like Carter, huh?”
“Oh hell no! Does it make me bi liking guys sucking my dick?” Philip asked.
I chuckled, “That makes you a normal guy in my estimation. What guy in their right mind doesn’t like their dick sucked?”
“I haven’t meet one,” Philip laughed. “Xavier, I’ll be honest with you. I do envy the love you and Bryson have. I’ve tried with Miranda but it’s just not there.”
“Keep trying Philip. You find it someday,” I said and downed 2 more Tylenol for good measure.
I headed back and cleaned our room and lay down to rest more. It seemed I just dozed off when I felt someone shaking me. It was Bryson, raring and ready to embark on our trip for his 21st birthday present from me. I woke, stretched and got out of bed.
“How ya feelin, Xavier?” Bryson asked.
“I’ve felt better but I’ll make it,” I said.
“You really tied one on last night,” Bryson stated while we grabbed our bags.
“Yeah, a little of change of pace for me, huh?”
“A big one.”
“Oh well,” I replied. We loaded my SUV and started out. Bryson was an angel and took the first leg to let me rest and get over my previous night. It was nice to escape the house for a few days but we had a lot to accomplish in a few short days. I was anxious to see Dad’s new place and to see Mom once again. I wanted to see Taylor but wasn’t quite sure how that would be.
About half way there, we changed drivers after a short refreshment break. It was necessary for I knew exactly where we were going and the desired route to get there. The closer we got the giddier Bryson became. He so desired to see the bright flashing lights even though we would be a couple of hours early before the city was illuminated in its full glory.
I easily found our hotel and had no trouble checking-in. A very cute young bellboy helped take our bags to our room. He tried not to stare at Bryson and me while we held hands on the elevator up to the fourth floor room. He kindly opened the door to our standard room.
“I take it a king bed while be fine,” he asked.
“Dude, it’ll be great,” Bryson smiled.
“You guys are lucky, you know that,” the bellboy said to us.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“I… can see… you two are so happy together or at least appear to be,” the bellboy said.
“Oh we are,” Bryson said.
“I would give anything to have a boyfriend like either of you,” he said.
“Thank you very much,” I said. “Any hot places for us you know about?”
He gave us a few gay bars but they seemed to be a little distance from our hotel. We thanked him and I gave him a nice tip for his effort and information.
The second the bellboy was gone, our clothes flew in different directions. Bryson pulled me on the big bed with both of us in our sexy underwear, him some tight briefs, me in a thong. Our lips met for good. It was so hot to have him there. Bryson slipped his hand down my pouch of my red thong and pulled out my cock. He jerked while our lips were glued together in a very romantic, passionate moment shared by two gay lovers. I slid my hand down his briefs and slowly jerked him off until sliding my finger in his hole.
“69” Bryson said softly to me.
I couldn’t have agreed more that a great hot 69 session would be perfect since we were both longing to suck and be sucked. As always, I loved a nice hot cock planted in my mouth especially one belonging to someone I dearly loved.
We took our time and enjoyed the magic occurring. It was perfect and as planned. Bryson got on his knees and stuck out his ass for my tongue to taste and enjoy. His ass was tasty and so ready for my tongue. His taste was great while my tongue and finger worked his beautiful tantalizing hole.
Bryson turned his head, “Xavier, fuck me! No slow shit, I want my ass fucked!”
I gave him a sweet deserving kiss. I found the bottle of lube in my bag and liberally applied to my cock and his waiting ass.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Shit, who is that?” Bryson asked.
“I don’t know but I’ll get rid of whoever is interrupting one romantic moment,” I said. I threw on my shorts. “Who is it?” I shouted before opening the door.
TO BE CONTINUED…