Brent and Alex

By Brian Bell

Published on Dec 8, 2004

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Disclaimer: While this author does condone gay sex, he does not condone it without the use of a condom! Please people wrap it before you eat it! Also the usual stuff: if this story reminds you of someone you know it is purely coincidence.

Brent & Alex

By Brian Bell

Men suck!! Hi I'm Brent and my boyfriend is a complete asshole. I had taken 2 hours out of my already busy and stressful life to clean my apartment and cook a delicious 3-course dinner for him and I because it was our 6-month anniversary. He told me that he couldn't make it because he had to work late! Work late my ass!! He had been eyeing the new mailroom attendant and he was probably bending him over his office desk right now.

Well I called up some buds of mine and told them my distressing news and they all agreed that I should go out to the clubs with them tonight and find a hot fuck! I have never been one to cheat, even if I know or suspect that my partner is doing it, you know the whole two wrongs don't make a right rule. But tonight was the last straw, he had cheated on me before and while I loved him deeply, it was time for him to see what it felt like. I told my buds to pick me up tonight at around 9 and I would be ready. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, after grabbing some for me to eat quick and hopped in the shower. I washed every inch of my lean, smooth and tight body. I had swam in high school and kept it up at the local YMCA pool. I had medium length black hair that I kept in messy curls and bright blue eyes. My ass was tight and muscular, and my best feature by far. I weighed in at a mere 145 and I was 5' 9". One hot package if I do say so myself!! I finished up my shower and started to dry myself, walking naked back to my room to get dressed.

Now as every gay clubby knows what you wear to a club says what you want. If you wear something short and skimpy, revealing or see through, you are looking to get fucked. If your primped and perfect and flawless and wearing something that reveals a little bit to look good, your one of the queens that ignores everyone else and dances in front of the mirrors for hours on end. And if your clothes are not revealing at all, but your still looking good, then your either here with someone or your just out to have fun. Now me, I was going for revealing, sluttish, skimpy and just enough clothes to get by without getting arrested for indecent exposure! Now the great thing about this apartment, although expensive, is it has a HUGE walk in closet, complete with a floor length wall to wall mirror and benches. So I go in and grab a too tight white t-shirt and a pair of black low rise hip hugger jeans. I also grab a too small jockstrap, black and pair of ankle socks. After I make a few alterations to the shirt, like cutting off the lower portion to show of my 6 pack abs and cutting a few holes in the jeans, I grab a black leather choker and throw on some red and black body glitter. I apply some back eyeliner and red eye shadow and step back to admire my work. Damn!! If I didn't get fucked tonight, the gay world needed new glasses!!

Just as I am lacing up my sneakers, my cell phone rings and my friends tell me that they're down stairs waiting. I grab my keys and go downstairs to find that they rented a white stretch limo for tonight. My friends are crazy and do stupid stuff like this all the time. And while they blow money like water, it was still nice to ride to the club in a hot limo, with everyone staring at you like you're a celebrity as you step out. We arrive at Club Inferno and go inside. We all head to the bar and order drinks. I order two shots of tequila and down them right away, then get a hardball(whiskey, cherry juice and ginger ale) and head to the dance floor.

Just then Britneys My Prerogative comes on, my absolute favorite song, and I grab a friend and start to dance. After the song is over my friends head over to refresh our drinks and stay to dance because Whitney Houston's It's Not Right, But Its Ok comes on, another fav and start to swivel my hips to the music. By this time I am drenched in sweat so I peel off my shirt and throw it off to the side. Just as I close my eyes and begin to dance again I feel a pair of strong hand slide across my chest and a very muscular chest press into my back. I turn my head and I see it's this incredible looking guy in a tight muscle-t and a tribal tattoo around his left bicep. He has on a pair of tight jeans and a white cowboy hat. He whispers in my ear that his name is Alex and my friends said I needed a good fuck and sent him over, because he had been watching me from the bar. As he is speaking I smell his cologne and its polo sport and its intoxicating. I tell him that depends, playing coy, and ask him if he measures up. He presses his groin into my ass and I groan because it feels like he has a fucking torpedo in their. I turn around and plant my lips on his, sucking his tongue into this passionate kiss. He grabs my hand and drags me out of the club. He stops at the curb and hails a taxi. We climb in and give the driver my address and tell him to step on it. I couldn't wait to see what the night had planned!!


I luv suspense!! If you wanna know what happens between Brent and Alex, then email me at big_man_18_7@msn.com

Remember, No Luv with out a Glove!!

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