My Swimteam Buddy and My Girlfriend - Chapter 4

It's Brian, Rich and Cindy time again! Here's Chapter 4. For some reason, Dave and Stephanie from the "Eric & Dave on Vacation" series are insisting on playing a larger role in this story, so if you haven't checked out the Eric & Dave series yet, you might want to...

An excerpt:

Dave and I did what we’d always done best. We huddled together as we watched Rich with our girlfriends.

“You two,” Rich said, gently grabbing us both by our hair. He was as drunk as we were. “Daveboy, and Bri boy - my two favorite buddies." He looked at us both, slowly, and deliberately. "I want you both to sleep in my bedroom tonight. I have a feeling Cindy and Steph might need some space.”

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Any time, Derek, really. I mean it.

This company-wide Town Hall meeting promised to be just as boring as the others. I generally disklike these events and try to sit somewhere near the back and hope noone notices when I sneak out half way through.
Then I spotted Derek, sitting in the third row, with all the big shots and other upwardly-mobile golden boys his level. Wearing an adorable peach & white striped shirt. His short, schoolboy haircut... a perfect hairline around his ear, sideburns short but long enough to be hot. He turned to the cute golden-boy beside him and they shared a laugh about something. My heart was going pitter patter.
"And now for the quarterly recognition awards..." announced the towncrier. Ugh I hate the quarterly recognition awards. Now's when I usually make my escape.
"The first award, for outstanding -" blah blah blah "- goes to Derek..."
A loud cheer erupts from the audience. Derek stands up looking a bit surprised. He makes his way to the stage, amid the applause and shouts of his colleagues. Cute trousers. Polished shoes. Hot ass. Laughs, smiles, a self-deprecating shrug to the audience... I find myself whistling and applauding uncontrolably. After he receives his plaque, he does a little happy jig on the stage - which makes the audience shout some more. Go Derek! Go Derek! Go Derek! Geez you'd think this was a frat house.
Much later, I see him in the hallway and congratulate him. He smiles that smile that makes my heart melt, pats me on the back (it stings, but just a little) and says,"Thanks, man. You know I wouldn't have gotten it without all your hard work and support! Let's have lunch this week. On me."
Ok, relax, Andrew. Breathe. It's not a date. It's just lunch... I find myself thinking.
(more Derek posts: Derek's boxers, Derek's blue sweater, Derek's ass; Ewan McGregor )

Any interpretations for bad, dark dreams?

My dream last night: Trevor and I were at the top of some building in the tropics and needed to climb down these treacherous stairs. I had my bicycle with me. Trevor said, hey, no problem, I'll take your bicycle for you, and you just follow me.... and, the brash optimist he normally is, started bounding down the stairs with tigger like enthusiasm, carrying my bicycle. I refused to budge and just stayed there watching, as he made it down 2 flights of stairs before he fumbled, dropped my bicycle , and, attempting to save it, fell down a flight of stairs. I'm shouting never mind my bike as I watch in horror, as he continues to fall... headfirst, landing on the dark concrete below. I hear a loud thud and see Trevor lying unconscious, in a pool of blood... and then wake up shouting, panting, sweating...
(more on Trevor: making love; saving my ass; shades of Ewan McGregor )

My Swimteam Buddy & My Girlfriend - chapter 3

Here you go, boys! Chapter 3 of the swimteam story.

“You’re looking great, baby!” Rich said as he held Steph in a long, intimate embrace. They stood very close together. Rich had his swimmer-smooth, bare legs spread slightly apart, and Steph stood in between them.. I glanced over at Dave to see what his reaction was. He looked over at me, and just shrugged his shoulders. He was used to Rich stealing his thunder. We both were.

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Decompression: The Burning Man Dance

I was dancing with Francis when - hey - where did you go? I turned to the cute guy in the orange toga. His chest was hairy and so were his thighs. On my left - a girl dancing with a tall, slender guy. Both of them wearing red underwear and black and white stockings. Just like Dr. Seuss. On my right was a guy with a shield and a plastic sword, and a lionhead. I danced with him until the girl with the bright green feather wings bumped into me. Hey wassup Miss Angel Thing with all the sequins and lyre (or lute?). The top-hat & tailcoat wearing guy with the beard (taking all the pictures) came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. I said thanks, and moved towards the cute petite girl with the laser-wire cone bra and beehive hair. She was fierce. Oh Look! there's bunnyguy. (I sooooo know you.) And his friend - Mr. green pink and furry. Hell yeah. Then the girl in the purple negligee offered me a sip of her drink. She was hot. and smooth. Unlike Gorillaman with all the black polyester fur. Get your hands off my ass. Francis where the fuck are you...

And the Latin men? Aren't they charmers?

"Get yourself a slice of carrot cake, pour us some wine, and tell all," my grandmother says. She places an anticipatory pause between the words tell and all.
I do as I am told, and take my seat beside her on the sofa. I then proceed to gush about my trip to Puerto Vallarta. My grandmother listens intently, nodding, smiling, occasionally laughing, as I tell her about my adventures, the beach, the thunderstorms, Frida's, the men... Naturally, I omit the raunchier details.
"And the weather?" she asks, taking a sip of her wine.
"HOT! And humid! Too hot for clothes. I spent the week in speedos or shorts," I said. And the shorts kept coming off.
"John and I loved Mexico. We went every year," she reminisces. I love it when she talks about John. Her cheeks get all rosy and her expression softens. "And Stefan? Is he doing well? It's been ages. Is he as handsome as when I last saw him?"
"Yep. He sends his love. Oh, I should tell you about this strange coconut..."
(more on my vacation: cruising, sex in the water, sunrise )

Handsfree

Adam's orgasm came just as mine did. One last thrust and I let go, shooting deep into him, hard and intense. I held him up against me from behind the entire time, encircling his chest with one arm and holding his arms immoble above his head with the other. His body shuddered and writhed against me. Looking over his shoulder as I came, I watched him erupt, hands-free, wildly spewing his jizz all over his smooth chest and stomach. His first shot was a long, messy white rope that extended from his nipple down to the base of his pubes. The next few shots left small white droplets along his torso and the last one just trickled out of him down the underside of his shaft. It was late afternoon, and the sunlight was streaming through my bedroom window. I continued to hold Adam for a long while, watching, as his cum slowly liquefied and dribbled onto my sheets, leaving wet, shiny streaks on his chest and stomach.