Writers Block

By Bradford Dean Bigelow

Published on Sep 28, 2005

Gay

The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Writer's Block" 17 written By Bradford Dean Bigelow

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When we arrived back at the condo complex, I was almost as exhausted as my checkbook. Already I was thinking about how to take a tax writeoff.

"Oh man am I beat!"

"You should be, Bobby."

"Brad, pull over at the rest stop?"

"Need a coffee?"

"Yeah."

I took the next turn off the interstate, en route form the airport.

"Pull in over there."

"But it's not a rest stop."

"It's okay. Just do it, Bradford?"

I pulled in to a picnic area that looked like it hadn't been used in fifty years.

"Okay, now what?"

"C'mon. Let's get out and take a walk, Brad."

"But I really want to go home."

Like a little boy, not getting his way, Bobby said, "Alright. Let's go. See if I care!"

I clicked handle of my car door. Bobby was out in a jiffy.

"Need some help?" He said, opening my door, from the outside.

"Hmm... quick response."

"Have to, to keep ahead of you, Brad."

As we began walking away from my car, Bobby took my hand, as if we had been lovers.

"Where are we going?"

"Trust me, okay?"

"You've been saying that all day, Bobby."

"And have you felt comfortable, Brad?"

"Yes."

"C'mon then."

We walked onward, through the pine trees.

"Nice area."

"Yes. Bill used to bring me here."

"Uh-huh," I grew suspicious. "For?"

"Listen, Brad, Bill might have been a good friend and mentor, but he didn't need to help me out with the birds and the bees!"

"Sorry. I apologize, Bobby."

As we walked on, the trees gave way to a clearing. As the trees cleared our view, I spied a little cabin.

"What's this Bobby?"

"Bill's place. I come here when I need solitude."

"Doesn't this make it doublitude?"

"C'mon Brad."

I followed him into the cabin.

"There should be some cold beer, in the fridge."

I brought us back a sixpack. The kitchen and jon had been made separate rooms, on the ground floor, a bedroom doubled as a sitting room. Somewhere, above us, a loft rose within the A-framed section. When I returned with the beer, Bobby had totally shocked me out of my gourd. He was stripped to the buff and lying in the turned down bed.

"Oh no, Bobby."

"Yeah, c'mon. Once. That's all I'm asking of you."

"I don't know. No. I have to say no, Bobby. I'm not cheating on my Chase-baby."

"Oh, you wouldn't be cheating on me, if I'm here with you!" A third voice chimed in.

"Chase-baby? Tony?"

There the two stood, like Bobby, totally stripped down.

"Bobby, you fuck!"

He wanted me... he got me. I wrestled with him until we fell out of bed. After we two finished our match, we stood.

"Chase-baby?"

"Well, you don't think I'm going to wait all night for you, Blockhead?"

I was in total shock, watching my Chase-baby, on the bed, Tony's legs up on his shoulders and his 8'5c tickling Tony's innards.

"Um, there's another bed up in the loft, Brad?" Bobby suggested.

I followed Bobby up the ladder, licking his thighs as I went.

After I stripped, Bobby tried humiliating, by suggesting, "Do me a favor, Brad, my pits are all hot and sweaty. Tongue them out for me?"

I made like I went for them, but instead centered on his lips. Our chests met and our arms entangled each other's bodies. I'm not sure how it came about, but sometime during the night, my cock fell out of Bobby's ass.

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"Mmmmm do you smell bacon cooking, Brad?"

"Yeah, I do. Eggs, too, but before we go down, can I say something, Bobby?"

"Sure."

"Next time we make love can you play more with my nips?"

Bobby laughed, then became serious again. We kissed.

"Ewwwwwwwweeeee.. what's that?"

Something slimy moved in the bed and it wasn't our cocks! Next we heard a multitude of laughter.

Bobby replied, "Chase and Tony!"

"Oh fuck, what a mess!"

One of them had heaved an egg up in the loft, landing right in our bed.

"I'd say this means war!" Bobby proceeded to say, climbing down the ladder.

Of course, he wasn't counting on turning around and walking right into Tony's arms.

"Sleep good?"

Tony didn't mind the raw egg getting rubbed up and down his back, as they both lip locked.

"Care for an early dip in the ocean, Tony?"

"I don't think I have a choice, Bobby."

I bet they didn't even notice me there, above them, taking in the sweet love scene.

"Sleep good?"

"Oooooooooooh!" I sighed, standing there, facing Chase-baby, as he latched onto my pecs, at the bottom of the ladder.

"Yeah, but didn't get this royal treatment."

"So, shocked you, didn't I?"

"No. I figured you were going to squeeze my nips this morning."

"No, not about that, blockhead!"

"Oh, you mean fixing the breakfast?"

"No, not about the breakfast."

"Oh, then about you and Tony already being here. Yeah, you surprised me alright. I mean, where did you park the car?"

"No, Blockhead. Did I surprise you when you and Bobby finished rolling around the floor, trying to seduce each other and see me fucking Tony's ass?"

"Oooooooooooh 'that'! Nah."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you thought I would be plenty angry if I knew you and Bobby had sex together."

"If you're trying to get at that I was mad because you and Tony had sex together, I'm not."

Chase-baby smiled at me, then confided, "And I wouldn't be angry at you and Bobby having sex together."

"How come?" I replied, now hugging my Chase-baby.

"Because, like you and Bobby, Tony and I have bonded."

"So, what your saying is that it's okay if Tony and you or Bobby and I have sex together?"

"Or you and Tony or me and Bobby."

"Tsk! Tsk! Such grammar for a writer?"

"It's called writer's block. Happens sometimes."

"Especially under stress?"

"Am I being stressful enough?" I replied, licking Chase-baby's neck, as we pressed our naked bodies together.

Then the front door burst open.

"Brrrrrrrrrr... the ocean's cold in the morning!" Tony blurted out.

"Nooooo, not the bed!"

"Hey, just thought of something!"

"What's that Brad?"

"Bobby, who's minding the shop?"

"You're asking me, Brad? You're the boss!"

"Omigosh! I gotta get ready and get there!"

"Relax!" Bobby says, as Tony and he lay in the bed, wrapped up in the covers.

I relaxed my muscles, folding my arms over my chest, as Chase-baby tended the griddle.

"Okay, spill it, Bobby."

"You don't think the use of the cabin came cheap, do you, Bradford?"

"Wait a minute. This is Bill's cabin right?"

"Brilliant Bradford! You're catching on quick!"

The three of them thought that was cute, getting a giggle or two out of it.

"Yeah, so?"

"I think we're ready to open business for ourselves, Brad."

"Ourselves?"

"Yeah, I noticed the sneaky thing you did today. Good move!"

"Sneaky thing?"

"Yeah, before moving on, you gave a twenty dollar raise to all union employess across the board?"

"Nooooo, not dollars! Cents... twenty-five cents, Bobby!"

"Oops! Decimal point error! Oh well. Doesn't matter."

"Holy smokes! Wait til they find out!"

"Wouldn't matter anyway, Brad, since you gave notice a month ago and yesterday was your last day."

"What the fuck you talking about Bobby?" I barked at him, as one of my knees rested on the bed.

Both of them checked out my basket.

"Well, you see, pardon the pun, but cutting to the Chase, I went into your checking account, stole your signature, wrote out your letter of resignation, giving your demands for separation from the company and reattached your signature, printed it out and mailed it in."

"You fuckin' did what Bobby?" I barked, my hands on my bare torso, as Bobby looked up at me.

Tony kept his head lowered, licking his lips.

I hadn't assumed that strangulation mode in a long time. It began to set in, like rigamortis. I would have done it, too, if Chase-baby hadn't nonchalantly placed his hands around me and given me a bearhug. Of course, his half-erection in my crack, helped, along with his hands on my pecs, his thumbs massaging my nips. At the same time, Tony, his hair still damp, having that dripped look down his chest and stomach, came over and kneeled down in front of me. Together, they put me in a much better mood, to accept the fate that Bobby has bestowed upon me.

"Feel better about all this, Bradford?" Bobby asked, stoking his own poker.

"C'mon Tony, let's get breakfast while our men chat."

With a slurp, Tony pulled off my pole. I wasn't sure about all this, but it seemed that Bobby wasn't the only one who had confidence in the move.

"Want to fuck me again, Brad?"

"No."

I left my spoken answer, as simple as that. Then brushing Bobby's hand away from his cock, I replaced it with my lips. Right down the line, our stats weren't all that different. A year difference in age, he 24yo and me 25yo, Bobby is 5'10. I'm three inches taller. Our weights varied by five pounds. Our cock sizes evened out at 9c. Originally Bobby informed me that he hadn't even bottomed for anyone, yet last night he let me take his cherry. Go figure!

"Ooooooh that feels awesome, Brad."

"I don't know whether it's your precum or the sea salt."

"I hope I don't give you a sore throat."

"Didn't bother your prostrate any!"

"Yeah, I don't believe you raped my ass, Brad."

Our talking tired me out from trying to keep my mouth full and chat at the same time, so I took the iniative to lay down next to Bobby. I placed my arm behind his shoulder, his head resting on my bicep. His shoulder fit nicely into my hairy arm pocket. I curled my left leg over his left one and chaffed his hard cock with my knee. My free hand toyed with his chest hair.

"So, what else does your crystal ball hold for us four, Bobby?"

"Well, for starters, we have two weeks off."

"Two weeks off?"

"Almost off. We have to go shopping for office furniture for our office. Chaz and Bill will handle the rest of the staff's needs."

"Chaz and Bill?"

"Yeah. Forgot to tell you. Bill is pinch hitting for you."

"I thought you said yesterday was my last day, Bobby?"

"It was, but we couldn't let your position slide, with nobody in it, so I convinced the board that Bill Connklin would be a good interim CEO. When they find a successor, Bill Connklin comes and works for us."

"As CEO?"

"No. Head of security."

"You lost me Bobby. Who's going to be CEO, for our company?"

"The only man that qualifies of course, Brad. You!"

"Me? What about you?"

"Nah. That's not me. I'm more the man that runs around and keeps tabs on everything. I'm positioning myself as head of Human Resources."

"Hee hee heeee... keeps the spyrings going, huh?"

"That, among other things, but I think we will have a terrific team going for us, with all the defectors from the present company."

"And how many would that be, Bobby?"

"Another few brownie points scored, Brad."

"Brownie points, Bobby?"

"Yeah. I met with all those male employees you ordered up for the one o'clock meeting, in your office."

"Ooooh I forgot all about them!"

"Um, do you think Greg and Gary were up for letting you keep your appointment?"

"Oh yeah. Hmm... so did you get any takers?"

"Let's just say that there's going to be a big turnover in the company, which might screw up their buyout."

"You dirty dog, Bobby."

"Hey, all's fair in love and business."

"I thought is was love and war?"

"Same difference, Brad."

"Breakfast is ready, guys."

I could've let Bobby get out of bed, but pressed my chest to his and slid over him, making sure I ground my chest, stomach and pubes into his, taking a momentary stop, to lock lips.

I broke, saying, "Thanks Bobby."

"I'm giving everybody a sampling of everything. If you don't like it, then you go hungry!" Tony told us, about the prepared food..

Bobby and I sat on the bench, to one side of the table, as Chase-baby and Tony took the other bench.

Bobby blew us all away by saying, "I haven't done this in a long time, not since I was a small kid, but my mom always said it was good for the soul. Mind if we hold hands and pray?"

This was not typical 'Bobby'. Then again, Bobby was not your typical guy. So, we all held hands, stretching across the table, to form a perfect circle.

Bobby prayed, "God, I haven't done this in awhile, so I hope I'm doing it right. I know you probably look down on us, saying what a screwed up bunch of guys we are, but we can't help it, the four of us falling in love with each other. Anyway, I pray we're doing the right thing, in our lives and our business and I pray you'll help us along and show us what's right. Amen!"

"Sounded good to me, Bobby," I complimented him.

"I meant every word of it, especially the part about loving all you guys."

"Although," Chase-baby said, "there's still two of us that haven't shared our bodies with the other one."

"Hmm," Bobby replied, "Maybe we'll have to make that our priority tonight, Chase?"

Tony adds, "I say don't rush it Bobby."

"You trying to tell me what to do, Tony?"

"Yeah, Bobby."

"That's what I thought. Yeah, whenever," Bobby changed his mind, conforming to Tony's idea.

"So, how long are we here before we start developing cabin fever, Bobby?" I asked.

"Oh, we're out of here today."

"Today?" That was a short vacation," Tony says.

"Oh, this isn't the vacation. This is the getting ready to go on vacation. Our real vacation starts when we step off the plane in Costa Rica."

"Costa Rica, Bobby?" I inquired, "Isn't that where Josh Fuller is?"

"Yes and I thought we would bring somebody with us, to keep him company," Bobby informed us.

Chase-baby, as curious as the rest of us, inquired, "And whom would that be, Bobby?"

"Adam Provo."

"But Jim's funeral is tomorrow," Chase-baby exclaimed.

Bobby explained, "Right and right after we have the reception for the family and friends, we'll head out to the airport."

"What happens if Adam doesn't want to go to Costa Rica?"

"Um, 'fraid he doesn't have a choice in the matter."

"Hmm," Tony said, continuing, "I smell a rat here. Why is it we're not going someplace, like Paris, Bobby?"

The other two of us agreed.

"Okay, I didn't want to alarm any of you, so figured I didn't have to."

Tony said to Bobby, "I'm alarmed. I'm alarmed, with a fork and knife in my hand. If you're smart, you won't get me anymore alarmeder!"

I said, meaning it to be an inside joke, to my Chase-baby, regarding Tony's grammar, "Writer's block!'

He smiled at me.

"Okay, so we all have to make ourselves scarce for awhile, but not only us."

"Whom else, Bobby?"

"Anybody whom lives near us."

The only reference that came to mind right away was, "You mean even Killer?"

"Killer, yes and Kevin, Jordan, Kareem, Frank, Jeff, Paco, David and now that they've moved in, the Trudeau boys, Chad Davis and David Finch, Darryl and Juan."

"Wait, you mentioned Chad Davis and David Finch?"

"Yeah, well, they'll be new tenants."

"Told you Bobby had a hidden agenda, Chase-baby," I now revealed, letting Bobby know what I knew.

"What's this, Bradford?" Bobby asked, to my revelation, dropping his fork in his plate.

"Oh, come off it, Bobby. How far back did you have plans for our company? As far back as when you knew you loved me?"

I know I threw in some of the confidentiality that Bobby had bestowed upon me, regarding his first moment of heartfelt affection. Like him, I 'needed' to spread some harmless humiliation.

"What's this, Bobby?" Chase-baby and Tony both started badgering Bobby over.

"Um, yeah, well..." Bobby loosened the reins on me and tried adressing Chase and Tony's moods of paying close attention to his explanation. "It happened way before I met either of you."

Touched by Bobby's words, if I had been his best friend or lover, which I now considered him within the ranks of the calling, I'd have relaxed my guns too. His sweet talking wasn't along the lines of 'bullshitting', which I'm sure he had been accustomed to doing at times. More down to earth, he explained his way out of the predicament. The whole time Bobby provided his words of truth, he moved closer to me on the bench, until his arm was around me and our pecs touched.

"What can I say? Like you two found out," Bobby here, pertaining to my Chase-baby and Tony, "Brad and I have this sincere and caring love for each other."

At the fold of his conversation piece, Bobby clasped me in both arms and unafraid, turned my head with his hand and plastered his lips against mine. His eyes remained closed, drinking me down, but mine opened, looking to the couple across from us, looking for their reaction. I more than thought that Bobby and I would be at this time, lying on the floor, Chase and Tony doing a two-step on our balls. Instead, I relaxed my retinas, as I saw them move in towards each other and begin their own romantic overture. Neither of us made it last, lest our breakfast get cold.

Yet, Chase-baby broke the ice, offering, "Hot java anyone?"

I then came up with a wild suggestion, asking, "You know it might be nice to have a door cut out between our apartments."

Tony, thinking it a great idea, added, "Sure. Our condos could use the dungeon as adjoining the two units."

"I don't know about the dungeon, but I think Brad has a good idea there," Chase-baby congratulated me, with a smile.

"It sure would make it easier for us to visit each other. What do you think about that, Bobby honey?" Tony asks.

The three of us jabbered away, but Bobby remained unusally quiet, until Tony's question rendered him totally shutup in himself. Right away, the three of us suspected something was up.

I came out with, "Well, if you don't start talking, Bobby, I think we're going to have to start using some of those diabolical toys on you!"

"Ahem!" Bobby coughed, then grinned. "It's not really all that bad an idea."

Bobby played with his leftover food, cutting it up into tinier and tinier pieces. We still didn't believe him. Tony made a gesture for me to do something. I lay my arm on Bobby's shoulder, then slowly moved my arm around his neck. After Tony's second gesture, I tightened my grip.

"Brad! What the fuck you doing!" Bobby basped, as I pulled him back towards me.

Tony jumped off his bench and rounded the table. Bobby tried pulling my grip away, from below his chin. That three inches of height and one year of age, I had over on him, seemed to pay off. Chase-baby stayed in his place, watching Tony approach Bobby, as if an interrogator going for his victim. It wouldn't be the first time we've seen Tony and Bobby in role reversals.

"What's this all about Bobby?" Tony put it to him, letting his Italian accent seep in.

"Really, it's not like you think, Tony honey."

"Don't you 'Tony honey' me, Bobby."

My eyes widened, as I sat there, almost gagging Bobby, as Tony picked up his fork.

"Wha...what're you gonna do?" Bobby tried yelling out.

"You're going to tell us all what this is about and now!"

"Owwwwwwwwwwch!" Bobby yelled out, as Tony jabbed him in the left side of his pec.

Tony, realizing what he just did, threw Bobby's fork down onto his plate.

Realizing his own deed, as well as mine, maybe mine more, Tony yelled out, "Brad, you're fucking choking him to death!"

I let go of my choke hold and rolled my eyes at the same time. My Chase-baby, not laughing at Bobby's grief, but at me, got up and came over to me.

"C'mon, Blockhead, let's go take a dip."

"But it's cold!"

"C'mon. We can find out later."

"Rats!"

My Chase-baby knew my excuse, the cold water, was a ploy because I knew Bobby would be confessing to Tony what his hidden agenda is. I figured how could he not, with Tony licking and sucking on his left nip, as a result of the prong attack.

As we walked along the beach, I knew I pestered by Chase-baby, constantly questioning, "I wonder what Bobby has to say? What do you think he's telling Tony now? Huh Chase-baby? Huh?"

"Brad, I'm sure well find out."

"Do you think he or Tony will come right out and say it?"

"And what if they don't, Brad. Don't you think by now you've learned to trust Bobby?"

"Yes, but I'm still curious. Aren't you?"

"A bit, but right now, how about we take this moment and enjoy it for ourselves?"

"Oh shit! I just thought of something!"

"What's that Brad?"

"We're naked!"

My Chase-baby literally laughed his ass off. Or rather laughed, falling onto his ass, dragging me along with him, into the soft sand.

"We'll get arrested!"

"Brad, this is a private beach. Now shut up and kiss me!"

A really weird thought came over me. Even though, for the next hour or so, we made love to each other on the beach, I had forgotten about making love to Bobby. I even forgot about taking his cherry ass or waking up with my cock in his ass. It escaped my memory that we had a sweet time in bed. Especially blocked, were the thoughts I had of the 'what ifs'. What if Tony and Bobby had never met? What if Chase-baby and I had never met? What if it had been Bobby and me that fell in love, instead?

"You're under arrest for indecent exposure!" The deep voice rang out.

As Chase-baby and I looked up, scared shit, the laughter rang out.

I replied, with the cliche, "I might've known it was you two!"

There, standing in front of us, was Chad Davis, David Finch, Kareem and Frank Farraco, all dressed in the same indecent expose.

"Think that's funny Kareem?" Chase-baby said, rising up.

He took one of Kareem's globes in his hand and began to squeeze. Anybody could see that an humongous hand would be needed to hold both at once, so one did the trick.

"Huh, Kareem? Huh?"

We all watched, as Chase-baby at the indestructible test of seeing how long before Kareem elicited a yelp.

"Yeah, take it baby," Frank said, as he slowly began dragging his lover's arms behind his back.

Even Chad beckoned Kareem on, saying, "Yeah, you can take it brutha!"

It wasn't any secret to any of us guys that Kareem loved having his balls toyed with. All except David Finch, who found this type of entertainment to be all new to him.

"What's he doing, Chad? He's deliberately hurting Kareem!"

"Do you see Kareem complaining, Dave?"

"No. It's... it's more like he's... like he's liking it!"

"That's because he is. Here, watch this."

Chad stepped over in front of Kareem.

"Excuse me, Chase. Mind if I?"

My Chase-baby let his grip loosen on Kareem's sac.

"Ooooooooooooh!" Kareem sighed, with disappointment.

"He's for real, isn't he?" Dave replied.

"Pay attention, Dave," Chad said, as he went for both of Kareem's ballsacs.

"Oooooh yeah, Chad my man!" Kareem said.

Frank suggested, "Why don't you help him, Dave?"

"No way."

Chad interjects, "Frank means for you to stroke his cock, Dave."

"I guess..." Dave gulped, "I could do that."

Chad had Kareem's balls separated in his sacs and now pulled downwards on both. Frank had both of his arms intertwined with Kareem's, wrapping both of the 6'5's arms behind his back, so they couldn't be seen. Only his bulky shoulders could be seen, as he wailed in pleasure. Chase-baby and I laughed, when Dave took Kareem's massive tool, in his hand and began stroking. Kareem's head fell back, as he moaned, bonking Frank in the head.

"Kareem, you dipshit!' Frank called out.

However, Kareem was too much into the pleasure/pain thing, to apologize. Frank didn't really give two hoots either, trying to constrain Kareem's arms with one hand, while guiding his tool into Kareem's parted asslips.

"C'mon Blockhead, before you start something else!"

"Aren't we going to watch, Chase-baby?"

"Rather you watch Kareem get his ass fucked over or get your own prostrate tickled?"

I followed my Chase-baby, walking down the beach, side by side. Of course he had to jab me in the ribs, for looking back numerous times, until the four of them faded from sight!

Continued.....

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Next: Chapter 18


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