Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 05:48:35 -0800 (PST)
From: J S <northlands.punk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lonely Guy Part 1

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	In my 22nd year on this Earth, I started a new job as a bartender
at the tavern down the street from my apartment. The pay was good, the tips
were even better, and it was generally a fun place to work. It had it's
little problems, but thats nothing strange, especially for a bar. In about
a month I got to know most of the regulars, where they sat, what they
drank, when they usually showed up and on what days. It was kind of like an
information broker in a way. By my third month in I had all the regulars
pegged. Hell, I could set some of their drinks out 5 minutes before they
showed up on some days if I wasn't swamped.

	But, there was one guy I couldn't put my thumb on: my boss's little
brother. 26 years old, about 6', and I'd guess 170lbs at most, brownish
blonde hair with dark blue eyes and a permanent dusting of stubble on his
face. He has no way about things. Meaning I couldn't set my watch by him
like I could with the other locals. The only things consistant with him
were what he drank, being Coors [NOT coors light], and that he always
seemed lonely when he came in. He kept to himself mostly, and had this odd
aire about him. There were a few nights I had to drive him home from over
indulging, but other than that he's pretty much your average
guy. Everything was business as usual until the one year anniversary of me
working there.

	Over that year, Jeff [the boss's brother] and I became good
friends, even though I still couldn't figure him out for the most part.
But, that's part of the fun of friends I guess. We shared some common
interests. Video games, drinking, heavy metal, you know, the basis for any
guy friendship. Although, we didn't share the same taste in women, seeing
as I had no interest in them, or the whole relationship/sex thing for that
matter. Jeff is the kind that when a girl pays the smallest amount of
attention to him, he nearly instantly clings, ruining any chance.

	Oh, I suppose I should explain myself a little before we get too
much farther into this happening. I'm Eric. 6'4", 210lbs., buzzed black
hair with light green eyes. Working on a bit of a goatee because razorburn
is no fun at all! Graduated from University Wisconsin- La Crosse with a
bachelors in Psychology and German. Which, coincidentally, so did Jeff,
only 3 years earlier. Played hockey in highschool and ran cross country in
the fall. I think I'm alright looking, nothing like Tom Hardy or anything
but I'm satisfied with my looks. I'm no where near the physical condition I
was in in highschool, but still in decent shape.

	I had the night off, and Jeff asked if he could come over and hang
out for awhile. For the last few months I had this funny feeling in my gut
whenever we hung out. It was kinda like when I had a thing for a girl, but
this felt so much different because it was for a guy, which confused me to
no end. Within 20 minutes he was at my door. We sat around for awhile
shootin' the breeze, and then we both got hungry. I had nothing that didn't
take preparation so we decided to go down to the Jimmy Johns a few blocks
away. With it being early November, it was a little cool out but nothing we
couldn't handle. Whenever we go out to eat, we always seem to order the
same thing, without discussing it before hand. I guess he must have good
taste haha. As usual, we ordered our roastbeef subs with everything on
them, and a ridiculously huge pickle on the side. As we sat down, a few of
Ben's [my boss] friends came in and sat with us and invited us out to party
with them. We talked it over quick and decided to tag along for awhile. We
all ate our subs and Jeff and I bailed back to my house to clean up a bit
before going out.

	We met the rest of the crew at The Old Style Inn, which was about
20 minutes south of my apartment [that bar is in La Crosse, I live in
Onalaska]. Five minutes in the door and Jared ordered a round of shots to
start off the night. Jeff ordered his usual and I got a Jack and Coke. We
sat at the bar minding our own business as the rest of our group wandered
around the bar, chatting people up like mad, making new friends and doing
more shots, a few of which were passed our way during our subdued
conversation about whatever videogame we wanted to play when we returned to
my place. After a few more drinks we all made our way to Kramer's on
foot. The night was getting colder as the clock ticked on, and we both were
cursing ourselves for not bringing atleast sweatshirts.

	At Kramer's we played a few rounds of dice for shots, some ship
captain crew for dollars and 7-14-21 for the last shot at that stop. By
that time we had a decent buzz going [we're wisconsin boys, it takes
alot!], so the biting wind wasn't so biting. The next bar had no name,
hell, I don't even know if it's there anymore, or was in the first place,
but this is where the night started to get more entertaining than it
already was.

	So, we entered this place through a side door Janelle knew about,
and that put us right at the bar, no having to deal with the bouncer or the
mass of people hovering by the main entrance. Excellent! I bought the first
round of drinks and Jeff got the first round of shots, which lead to much
generosity from the rest of our party. I'm sure you can see what we're like
now huh? Yeah, getting pretty drunk by that point. Now, it's just Jeff and
I sitting at the bar, observing the near midnight crowd. It get's pretty
strange in La Crosse. But not as one would expect, per se. All the punks
and the jocks and the nerds and goths and whatever else were getting along.
For the younger readers looking over this, yes, the rest of your life is
like highschool, it's a pain in the ass, you have to deal with shit you
don't want to deal with, and yes, you do still have to get up at a decent
hour and function like a regular person, but not all the time! Just most of
it...

	Anyways. Everyone was getting along and having a great time. Was,
until one of Jeff's ex's appeared and made his night miserable in about 25
seconds. I suspect it was just the ramblings of a drunk ex girlfriend, but
I didn't pay that much attention to her, mainly due to her shrill voice and
over all ugliness. Damn do I hope she let herself go after they were
together. After her momentary tyraid, she vanished into the crowd, and Jeff
vanished out the side door.

	Ok, now, I see myself as a pretty decent guy. Decent as in looking
out for my friends, having their back when they need it, moral support, all
that. Now, one of my buds was in need, so I was damn sure I was gonna be
there for him. I went outside after a minute or so, so Jeff could have a
moment to cool off. I walked out into a steady rain, only to find Jeff with
his head against the wall, totally drenched.

"I think it's time to get you home buddy." I said, putting a hand on his
shoulder.

	He looked over at me with a rather sad look and nodded in
agreement. Lucky for us, Jeff only lived a few blocks away. Unlucky for us,
the steady rain was getting heavier. Ducking back inside quick I told
everyone I was walking Jeff home, pretty much saying my goodbyes to the
crew for the night. As I was walking to the door, I caught the glare of
Jeff's ex and flipped her the bird with a grin before stepping back out
into the rain. The 4 blocks to his place went pretty quick at the pace we
were walking at, which was good, because the second we stepped into the
lobby the sky let loose a torrent of near biblical proportions. Sure hope I
rolled my windows up.

	More bad luck. The elevator was out of order. Grand. Did I mention
Jeff's apartment is on the 6th floor? Well yeah, it is. Balls. If you
forgot from a little while ago, we were a bit more than buzzed at that
point. Let me tell you, my three sets of stairs are enough when you've had
a couple. six was murder. We finally made it up the winding staircase and
Jeff fumbled a bit with the key so we could get in. We flipped on some
lights and threw a pizza in the over before flopping down onto the couch,
sitting a bit closer than we usually did. In our state of being, it took us
awhile to realize we were still sitting around in soaking wet
clothes. Amazingly, Jeff was the first to notice this and went off to his
room to change. Being a good host, he brought me a pair of boxers and a
towel. I went in the bathroom and got out of my wet clothes and toweled
myself off, taking my time as the furnace kicked in and filled the bathroom
with warm air.

	Walking back into the livingroom I found Jeff in much the same
condition as I was. Being just in boxers. I went in the kitchen to check
the pizza, only to find that the oven itself was fucked and our pizza
wasn't cooking. Also grand. I dug around his kitchen for a second and found
some chips and salsa for us to munch on. I took the supplies back to the
couch and Jeff threw in a random action movie. We destroyed the chips and
salsa with no problem at all and chilled out.

	Over the span of the movie, we ended up moving closer and closer to
each other, sitting shoulder to shoulder. Oddly, I didn't mind it at
all. It actually felt pretty nice, having someone elses body heat against
you. Up to that point I'd had a few girlfriends, but were pretty much a
strict sex only sort of thing, which in turn burned me out to the whole
idea of a relationship. But, this was something new. This was another guy,
and my thoughts excited and scared me all at the same time. Why the hell
was I thinking about this? I clearly didn't go through the cons of what was
forming in my head. Jeff was one of my only friends around here, and doing
something stupid like that could and most likely would totally kill our
friendship. But there we were, sitting side by side in our boxers mostly
drunk and clearly not that shy about our physical closeness. With the
credits rolling, Jeff got up and threw in another film. This time, a horror
flick! Before returning to the couch he went off to his room, only to
return with a heavy blanket. Reclaiming his spot next to me he lobbed the
blanket over the both of us.

"Sorry you had to see me get all mopey earlier. She just really killed my
mood." He nearly whispered, making himself more comfortable.

"No problem buddy." I replied, sinking into the couch a bit.

"And thanks for walkin' me home. I owe ya one." He said, getting a little
closer.

"Nah don't mention it. You're my bud. Always glad to help." I answered.

	As the screamfest started, we sink deeper into the couch, reaching
the height of comfortable. It was the usual plot. A haunting in some small
town America setting sending said town into a total shitstorm of
poltergeist activity and paranormal hysteria. But what was more surprising,
Jeff was as skittish as a little girl! At a few points during the movie he
nearly jumped in my lap haha.

"Why do you have this if it scares you so bad?" I asked, shooting him a
smirk

"I'm not sure really... I love it and hate it all at once." He replied,
pulling the blanket up to his nose as a spooky moment occured.

	I figured it was now or never. Even though I didn't really know
what I was figuring. I'd seen the movie a billion times before so I knew
the placement of the ups and downs. My heart began to race as I put my plan
into action, even though there wasn't much action to it. I smoothly dropped
my arm over his broad shoulders. To my delight, he didn't shy away or
protest. Under my arm he relaxed and leaned into my side, snuggling up next
to me. And just as planned, with the main fright of the movie, Jeff jumped
into my lap and threw and arm around my neck.

"It's ok bud. It's just a movie." I chuckled.

"I know I know but it still freaks me out." He replied, trying not to have
his voice quake.

	Now, unlike a good movie, the post climax decline lasted far too
long, for the usual movie goer anyways. As most of the action subsided, I
sprawled out on the couch, fully expecting Jeff to sit on the other
end. But he didn't! As I laid down, he kept his arm around the back of my
neck and rested his head on my shoulder. This was something I hadn't really
experienced before. Cuddly, being close, just enjoying someone being right
there with you. Almost subconciously I wrapped my arms around his
midsection and slowly ran my hands over his back, tracing out the vertebre
of his spine as my hands explored. At the same time he was doing about the
same to me, which caused a tingle in my groin.

"This is nice." Jeff whispered, lightly rubbing his cheek on my bare chest.

"I like it." I replied, running a hand up to the back of his neck. "You
don't have a problem with this or anything?"

"I don't if you don't." He said, propping himself up and looking me in the
eyes, smiling for the first time since we got here.

"No problem at all." I answered, smiling back at him.

	Returning to the movie, Jeff rested his head under my chin and
slide his hands down my sides, stopping at the waistband of the boxers I
was wearing. The feel of his fingers tickled and I tried not to jerk
away. In much the same fashion, I ran my hands down his back, but sunk my
fingers past the elastic. Through the two layers of fabric between our
dicks, I could feel Jeff chubbing up a little, which made me get a little
stiff as well. Sliding my hands a little further down, I grabbed his nearly
perfect bubble butt, pushing his groin into mine, rubbing his stiffening
cock against mine. Without any warning, Jeff started lightly sucking on my
collarbone, taking me a bit by suprise. Then, he got a bit more daring and
slid his hands down my shorts, slowly moving them to my front as he
readjusted his legs to straddle me.

	By this point we were both rock hard, our cocks straining against
the fabric of our shorts, rubbing together through the dampening cloth. My
hands massaged his asscheeks as he lifted his head up and lightly kissed me
on the lips, looking me straight in the eyes. I rubbed my nose against his
and smiled, running my hands up his back to his shoulderblades.

"Why haven't we done this before?" Jeff asked inbetween kisses.

"We've never had this much alone time." I said, slowly beginning to slide
his boxers off.

"I guess you're right." He replied, gently stroking my happytrail.

	Amazing how things work out isn't it? A few hours ago I would have
laughed if anyone suggested such a thing. But now, with the credits
rolling, lighting up the room warmly, I can't think of anywhere else I'd
rather be. By now we were in a full on make out session, our hands clasped
around each others waists, inching each others boxers down. I let my hands
wander along his sides to his front, running my finger through the small
amount of chest hair between his pecks, following the sparse blonde hair
down to his naval, then further south.

"Let's go to bed." Jeff said in a somewhat seductive tone.

"Yes sir."

	Getting up off the couch, Jeff pulled me to my feet and we were at
boner's length from each other. And from what I could see from the rather
large bulge in his shorts, oh boy. This night will be very
memorable. Taking my hand, he lead me to his room and to the bed. Turning
on the table light, I saw a sizeable wet spot at the front of Jeff's
shorts. I sat down on the bed and turned to him, his crotch at my face
level. Placing my hands on the backs of his legs, I pulled him forward, his
bulge brushing against my cheek as I looked up at him, more nervous than
anything. He looked back at me and smiled, putting his hands on the back of
my head.

"If you don't wanna do this anymore just say so." Jeff said, rubbing my
shaved skull with both his hands.

"I don't think I'd rather be doing anything else right now..." I replied,
sliding my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them
down.

	And then, his cock sprung out. Holy wow. Like, damn. I thought I
was a big guy, but I felt small in comparison to Jeff's piece of man
meat. I sat there and looked at it with utter amazement for a moment or two
before taking it into my hand, tightening my grip ever so slowly around the
very girthy shaft.

"Dude... You got a nice dick." I said, almost shyly, rubbing his cockhead
across my palm.

"Thanks... You seem to have a pretty nice one too from what I can see." he
replied, reaching down and toying with my tool through my shorts.

	Slowly jerking him off, I heard Jeff let out a quiet moan as I
leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, running my tongue over the
slit a few times before looking up at him. I'd never seen Jeff smile like
that before, so I figured I was doing good. Without measuring by
conventional methods, I'd say his dick is about 8 inches long by atleast 6
around opposed to my 7 and a half by 5. Rubbing the head against my lips, I
began to run my tongue over most of the head, causing jeff to tense up as
my tongue ran over the underside of his near perfect cock.

	Having wet the end of Jeff's member to the point of dripping, I
cautiously opened my mouth and slid his warm flesh into my mouth, getting a
feel for the newfound lack of space in my mouth. Getting it about halfway
down, I started a slow rhythm of drawing his dick almost all the way out of
my mouth before sliding it back in as far as I could, sucking with a little
more force every time, trying not to drag my teeth on his skin. Taking a
momentary break, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, getting closer to
his nicely sized balls with every pass. Taking them in my mouth one at a
time I gently sucked on the near hairless orbs, causing Jeff's manhood to
drool precum without inhibition. Lapping most of it up, I returned my gaze
to Jeff's face, finding him with a nearly flushed look on his face.

"My turn." He said as he sat down next to me, pulling my boxers off and
releasing my dick into view.

	Putting his forehead to my temple, Jeff gave me a kiss on the cheek
as his left hand wandered over my chest and abs, slowly following my
happytrail down to my trimmed pubes. Grabbing the base of my dick, he began
to stroke me slowly, making me harder than I was before. This was the first
time another guy had touched my junk, but it was more exciting than I can
describe. Kissing down my body, he stopped at my nipples and sucked on them
for awhile as he continued to slowly stroke my cock. Pushing me onto my
back, he got ontop of me and worked his way down with his mouth to my
balls, where he mimicked what I'd done to him a few minutes
earlier. Nothing I did with any girl before ever felt as good as
this. Looking back on it now, I guess it was because we had some sort of
genuine connection, where as the girls just wanted to have a dick at their
disposal.

	Reaching the top of my shaft with his tongue, Jeff took more of my
dick into his mouth than I could of his, and it felt completely
amazing. Every surface of his warm mouth came in contact with my cockhead
at one point or another, sending bolts of pleasure all over my
body. Rubbing his shoulders as he continued, I couldn't help but moan as he
kept working his magic on me.

"That wasn't too bad for a first blowjob was it?" He asked as he pulled off
my cock with a slurp.

"No, that was fucking awesome." I replied, mostly out of breath from the
work he was doing.

"Glad you like it." He said as he quickly ran his tongue up my midsection
to my neck.

	As we started to make out again, I nearly came as he rubbed his wet
cock against mine. The feeling was, again, undescribeable. I could taste my
precum, and I assume he could taste his own, but that didn't stop us from
letting our tongues explore each others mouths. Getting between my legs,
Jeff snaked his arms under me and held me tight as we made out, grinding
his bare cock into mine. With the amount of precum mingling, our torsos
were slick, getting rid of the dry resistance between us. Our breathing was
heavy and our pulses rapid. breaking our session of tonsil hockey, Jeff
propped himself up on my chest and looked at me with a smile.

"Eric..." Jeff nearly whispered, resting his head on my chest.

"Yeah buddy?" I replied, rubbing his back.

"Thanks for hanging out with me. It means alot."

"Any time Jeff, any time."

	Kissing my chest again, Jeff reached down and took a firm grip on
my cock and began jerking me off. Enjoying it for a few minutes, I returned
the favor and started to play with his dick. We both started leaking precum
again, with enough volume to use it as lube. Our paces quickened again as
we both grew nearer to blowing our loads. After a few more minutes of near
furious stroking, I was the first one to shoot. I will always remember that
one particular orgasm, mainly for the sheer amount of feeling that came
from it. Usually when I jack off the money shot is mediocre at best, kinda
like a "just get it out of the way" thing. But this was something totally
different. My whole body shook, and my eyes rolled in my head. Hell, I
couldn't even breathe for the few seconds the waves of extasy were ravaging
my body.

	As I leveled out and returned to Earth, I became very aware that I
had spewed under someone elses control, which was a very odd feeling. Any
sort of encounter in the past I had to finish myself off for some reason or
another. I looked down to survey my mess to find Jeff smearing my spunk
into my abs with a bit of a smirk on his face.

"That's quite the load you shot there bro. When was the last time you got
off?" He asked.

"Three days ago." I answered, still trying to catch my breath. "But, now
it's your turn."

	Returning to stroking Jeff's slippery cock, I kept switching my
grip to provide irrugular sensation, and my plan worked marvelously! With
his head still on my chest, Jeff let out a wimper and shuddered as a thick
stream of jizz shot across my midsection, mixing with my own as Jeff rolled
ontop of me. For a few minutes we laid there in post orgasm bliss as we
readjusted to not being stupidly horny dudes. when we were finally off
cloud nine, we went to the bathroom and cleaned the literal puddle of jizz
off each other and got ready for bed. assuming we weren't going to be in
close quarters anymore I headed to the living room, but was stopped by a
pair of hands around my waist.

"I don't think you want to sleep alone." Jeff said as he pulled me into
him, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Oh how right you are." I replied, snaring his fingers with mine.

	Burying his face in my back, Jeff tightened his grip on me and
pulled me into him, releasing a sigh as he did so. Pulling me back onto the
bed I stretched out next to him as he snaked the blankets out from under
me.

"Just so you know Eric, I've liked you for awhile now." Jeff said, resting
his head on my chest.

"I've liked you for quite some time aswell, just now I'm not confused about
it anymore." I replied, draping my arms over him.

"Do you... Think we could try to make something out of this maybe? I don't
mean like right this second but sometime down the road?" He asked,
snuggling into my chest.

"I think we could do that. There is that little matter of comming out
though." I answered, squeezing him a bit.

"Yeah... Dunno how I'm gonna break that to the folks."

"Never met your parents, but if they're anything like your brother they
should be ok with it I think."

"That's still a big thing to drop on them... What about your parents? Would
they care?"

"They would if I had parents..."

	Suppose I didn't mention that before huh. My parents died when I
was real little, and I'd been in two foster homes since I can remember. The
only family I have is on my father's side somewhere in Europe. Beyond that
I know nothing of them. Upon learning that, Jeff wrapped me in his arms
tightly and didn't say anything for quite awhile. Getting ahold of myself I
kissed Jeff on the top of the head and told him it was alright, somewhat
putting him at ease. This was a totally different side of Jeff, not one I
think many people saw. Kinda special that I got to wouldn't you say?

	Feeling a sudden chill, I pulled the blankets up over us and
wrapped my arms around Jeff, pulling him up for a quick kiss. He returned
the favor with a smile before resting his head under my chin. We layed
around for awhile talking about nothing in particular, just enjoying each
other's company. Before I knew it, Jeff was fast asleep, snoring lightly.
Before today, I wouldn't have called another guy cute, but Jeff is pretty
damn cute. Just about everything about him is cute. Except his taste for
Jagermiester. Not cute at all haha. I enjoyed the feeling of Jeff on top of
me for a few minutes before his scent lulled me into sleep.

	The next day was an icky blur of hangover and slick sidewalks. The
previous night musta been pretty chilly judging from the amount of frost on
my car as we found it just where we left it, windows rolled up and
everything. After stopping for brunch I took Jeff to my place for awhile to
play some videogames and blast some metal before I had to go to work. As he
got up to leave he gave me a hug and a kiss goodbye and told me to have a
good night and that he'd stop in later. How sweet of him. no, really. It
was nice. This plain text can't convey how I felt even if I'd explain it,
because no one had ever been there to tell me that before.

	After Jeff left I took a quick shower and got cleaned up before
heading off down the street. And just as promised, Jeff showed up later in
the night and kept me company while I closed. I'd gotten rather attached to
him in a short amount of time, so I asked if he wanted to stay over.
Quickly agreeing, we locked up and went back to my place were we both fell
asleep on my couch, tangled up in each other's arms.


[Lonely_Guy] END

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