Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 20:52:49 -0400
From: Bradford Dean Bigelow <blockhead_54321@hotmail.com>
Subject: Writer's Block 02

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" 02
written By Bradford dean Bigelow

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The next day at work, I was a powerhouse! Of course I knew my staff wondered
where all this energy came from, plus I didn't hear any grumblings of me
being in a bad mood.
A couple of times I did go to the private jon, big enough to fit only one
exec at a time. After stripping off my suit jacket, hanging it on the hook
at the back of the door, I loosened my necktie, enough so that it fit over
my head, removing it. Like Bobby Freeman, I nixed wearing a tee shirt today.
It felt mighty good too. Unbuttoning my dress shirt, I pulled it open, down
to the beltline, then after unlocking the last two, took it off.  Standing
there in front of the mirror, I gazed at my body. Through my dark brown
chest hair, I could see the pink nips. I felt them, gasping at both the
burning feeling still active, plus the activity transpiring down below,
inside my pants zipper. Placing my palms on my chest, I ran them up and down
my hairy pecs. Then, with one hand midchest, the other continued down my
defined bellytrail. I stopped looking in the mirror, gazing down to my
navel. Poking my finger in, I winced.

"Fuck!" I yelled out, then went on to discover, "Sure did burn the inside
like hell," talking out loud about how much my navel suffered last night, as
the hot wax dribbled down inside. Even though it pained me, I stirred around
inside the sensitive bellyhole, thinking of how good it felt, too.

"Anybody in there?"

I damn near got the shit scared out of me when I heard a male voice on the
outside of the jon door, as well as two knocks.

"Be right out!" I yelled back, grabbing my shirt and quickly buttoning it
up, looping my necktie back over my head, anchoring it with the white
collar.

As fast as lightning, I assembled my attire back together, looking in the
mirror often. I hoped he wouldn't come back too soon, in order to relax my
crotch!

Being a little self-conscious, as I left the jon, I held my briefcase and
overcoat in front of me.

"Hey, Brad?"

"Yeah?" I yelled out, turning around.

"You forgot your jacket!"

"Oh yeah. Thanks Chaz."

"You're welcome Brad."

I always got the feeling that Chaz Little wanted to hit me up, but had never
let him get the chance. He was always doing things that would bring himself
into conversation with me, but I brushed him off. A fellow exec, the
thirty-eight year old knew he was slightly lower on the company totem pole
than me. Not that I thought he was the power-hungry type, nor aggressive
enough to fight me for the top position, but he didn't appeal to me. That is
until this afternoon.

"Here, let me hold your things for you, while you slip into your jacket,
Brad."

"Fine."

I held back the feeling, as the back of his hand grazed my right nip,
through my shirt, as he took my overcoat. Knowing that he must've sensed the
hardness of it, I wondered what he thought about it. For sure, he wouldn't
say anything.

"Um, I also found this on the jon floor. Any idea what it is, Brad?"

I wondered whether Chaz detected the horror I thought. There, in the palm of
his hand, he held a piece of white wax.

"Hmmm.. no, Chaz. I haven't a clue to what it is," I lied.

Worst part about his discovery, is what I discovered. Amidst the hard
substance was a strand of body hair. I wondered if it came from my chest or
stomach, below my navel or my armpit? I flew home faster than a concorde.
Chase probably thought I was being unfriendly or either maybe that I had to
take a piss in a hurry, as I flew up the stairs, instead of knocking, to say
good afternoon. Immediately I went to the jon, ditching my briefcase on the
way, stripping my overcoat, tossing it on the chair. My suit jacket, I hung
on the jon doorknob. Well reheased in taking my tie off, I dropped it on the
vanity. I almost tore the buttons off the shirt, removing it quickly.
Barechested, I studied my bodyhair, trying to place where the strand, lodged
in the piece of wax Chaz Little had in his hand, came from.

"Knock, knock!"

"Oh fuck! You scared the shit outta me, Chase!"

"You left the door open. By the way, the way you ran up the stairs, Brad, I
thought maybe you had the Hershey squirts!"

"The Hershey what?"

"Squirts. You know, when you squeeze the chocolate out of the container, to
make chocolate milk?"

I wasn't in any mood for comic relief and I think Chase sensed that.

"What's the matter, Bradford?"

Chase always addressed me as that, when he sensed something was terribly
wrong.

"Chase, I did a body check in the men's room at work today and..."

"Body check? What do you mean body check? Who's body did you check out,
Brad?"

"You know. Stripped down to the waist and checked 'my' body?"

"What did you do that for?"

"I don't know. I wanted to see if my nips had returned to their normal
color, I guess."

"Still hurt?"

"Let's just say they're sensitive."

"Cool!"

"Cool is right, Chase, but y'see, I had forgotten my jacket and Chaz Little
returned it to me."

"While you had your shirt on or off, Brad?"

"On, you blockhead!"

"So? What of it?"

"Chase, he also said he found something on the jon floor."

"What? You left your pants there, too?"

"Chase, I'm trying to be serious here. I didn't even take my pants off!"

I knew he was being a blockhead. But at the same time I was panicing.

"So, what did he find?"

As if trying to make up for it, Chase began doodling with the hair on my
forearm, twisting the thin hair follicles with his fingers.

"A piece of wax and this little strand of bodyhair hanging out of it."

"So?"

"So, he asked if I knew what it was."

"Did you tell him it looked like a piece of wax with a strand of bodyhair
hanging out of it, Brad?"

"No, I didn't say that. I lied and told Chaz I didn't know what it was!"

"Then what are you worried for?"

"You're right. What should I be worried about?"

I knew Chase thought I was crazy, the way he rolled his eyes.

"Sometimes you worry me, Brad."

"I do?" I replied, taking it to heart.

"Yeah. I'm beginning to think that you need a man around to keep tabs on
you."

"Yeah?" My thoughts brightened. "Got any ideas of who that man could be?"

"Seems like Chaz might have an interest. What do you think, Brad?"

My heart sank, like falling down through my stomach, down my leg and into my
shoe.

"Chaz Little? He's an old man, Chase!"

"Old? He didn't look that old."

"You know him?"

"Sure. Remember you introduced me to him when you took me to the company
Christmas party, last December."

"Oh yeah. Well, he is thirty-eight years old."

"Old? You call that old, Bradford? My foot,  that's not old. Old is like
ninety-nine, Brad."

"True, but compared to me being twenty-five, that's old."

"Well, I'm twenty-nine."

"Yeah, well that's not too old for me!"

Oh man, what a blockhead I am for saying something like that to Chase. It's
as if I was throwing myself at him.

"Hmm.."

"What?" I asked of him, us both looking at each other, our reflections in
the mirror.

"I think I better rub some ointment into your nips, Brad. They look mighty
sore. Are they?"

"Sore, Chase?"

"Yeah, from the hot wax?"

"Oh yeah.... Oh yeah... they are sore! Oh man are they sore! Very, very
sore. Yes, sore indeed!"

I knew I didn't fool him, even though he fooled me!

"Alright if we use your bed, Brad?"

Talk about the fool here! By the time I stripped off my socks, shoes, pants
and briefs and reported to my bedroom, Chase had stripped off his tee shirt,
shorts and sneakers and climbed under the covers. I lifted the sheet and got
into the bed next to him. As we got down to the kissing, my nips rubbed on
Chase's lightly haired, blonde chest. I didn't even feel pain.

"Give me a blowjob, Brad?"

"Yeah, okay, Chase-baby."

As I knelt up on the bed, the covers slid off my back, falling off both of
us, to the foot of the bed. Placing my knees in between Chase's legs, I
spread them wide enough to accomodate my thighs. Bending over, I opened my
mouth wide, taking in his whole cock, while still half flaccid, down to the
base.

"Ooooooooh," Chase sighed.

Right away his shaft began to swell. I could feel it hardening, already
forcing itself down my throat. However, taking it down my throat would come
later. I loved working his cock with my lips and tongue. Part of the erotic
encounter would be to hear Chase moan and groan, as I licked up and down his
hard shaft, then swirling my tongue around the slimy head. I delighted in
eliciting tones from him, driving my tongue into the piss slit. Changing
strategies, I would slide his cock out and lap at his balls, eventually
taking each one into my mouth and bathing them with my saliva, rolling them
around in their sacs, with my tongue.

"Oooooooooh, that feels heavenly Brad."

Popping Chase's ballsac out of my mouth, I spontaneously announced, "Yeah,
don't you wish you could have it done everyday, Chase-baby?"

"Oooooooh yeah, Brad and every night!"

I'm not sure how that registered with either of us, but I took that to be a
sign that maybe we both wanted a more permanent status, regarding our
relationship. Then it struck me, why am I beating around the bush here?
Letting his orb slip out of my mouth, I uprighted myself, only to crash
down, in the bed, right beside the twenty-nine year old.

"Whatsup?" Chase asked of me.

"Chase, we gotta talk."

"Yeah, I know we have to, Brad."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I want to tell you that the way you lick my balls, while they're in
your mouth, is just incredible!"

I know I prolly looked like a blockhead, my mouth stuck in the opening
position, as if I wanted Chase to stuff his cock inside it, but his response
floored me.

"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about, Chase?"

"Partially."

"Oh? And what's the other partial thing?"

"Bradford, I think we're starting to develop something here."

"Yeah? Go on," I prodded.

"Brad, I think I'm starting to like you beyond the liking stage."

"Yeah. And?"

"Dammit, Bradford! Don't you feel anything towards you and I?"

"How can you even question something like that, Chase? Dammit backacha,
Chase! I feel so much towards you, like I love you and that maybe we should
think about moving in with each other!"

"Moving in with each other?"

There! I said it! It might not have been in too romantic a sense, but I had
laid it on the line. Like an ultimatum to my staff, at a meeting, I had
given Chase the prospectus to work with, waiting for him to accept the deal
or turn it down.

"Brad, you've seen how I can be."

"Are you talking about the hot wax, Chase?"

"No. I mean yes. I mean yes and no. You've seen how I can be, Brad. I'm a
neat person and like things neat."

"And haven't I learned to be neater, Chase?"

"Yes, you have."

"Plus there's other stuff."

"And then there's tying me out eagle-spread, to the bed, while playing with
my body, right?"

"Yeah. That's part of it."

"That part is fine, Chase. You know that."

"I know that, Brad, but I like things in my apartment, arranged in a certain
manner. Be it that I don't have as much junk hanging around, like you do."

"Junk, Chase? Like what?"

I don't believe it. The front of his body, grazing over mine, as he exited
the bed, didn't make him flinch a muscle, as he went right on explaining to
me. Yet, it at least made my cock skip a beat.

"This. Now, can you explain to me the purpose of this, Bradford?"

"That, Chase-baby?"

"Yes, that thing. What's it for and what's it even called?"

"Oh, well y'see, last weekend I needed a pair of socks."

"Uh-huh. So?" He stood there, his arms folded across his hairy chest.

"I didn't have a clean pair for Saturday, so I thought I would wash a pair
out in the sink."

"Uh-huh, so?" He stood there, his arms folded across his hairy chest,
revealing the blonde stripe down his stomach.

"But after they dripped dry, I found them still damp, so I brought them in
here to dry."

"Uh-huh, so?" He stood there, his arms folded across his hairy chest,
revealing the blonde stripe down his stomach, that often led my tongue to
his deep bellyhole.

"But I didn't want to stain the dresser with the damp sock and I couldn't
find a string or rope to hang them on."

"Uh-huh, so?" He stood there, his arms folded across his hairy chest,
revealing the blonde stripe down his stomach, that often led my tongue to
his deep bellyhole, digging in and tasting the sweet, pungent taste.

"So, I took two pairs of my dress socks and tied them together, to make a
rope. I needed a place to stretch it between, so tied one end to the clothes
rack and took the picture off the wall, to snag the other end, then hung my
sports socks over it to dry. Pretty ingenious, huh Chase?"

"I think it's the stupidest, dumbest, assinine idea I've ever heard of. Is
this an example of an idea you would come up with at the office, Bradford?"

I'm not sure what I was thinking, at this point. Belittled for sure, but
would never mention it to Chase. It had been a strange turn of events, over
the past few months.

At the office I could be this cool-headed, dominating bastard, who got the
job done, by thinking stategically, ordering people about, in their daily
tasks, to mimic the organized, perservering, driven CEO, getting the job
done-type.

However, whenever I was around Chase, I shrank down to become a lower form
of life. The thing is, that I liked it!

"And what happened to the pictured, Bradford?"

"Picture?"

"Yes, the one I gave you of me, at the lake?"

"Oh, you mean the one where you stood barechested, cut off at the top of
your pubes, Chase-baby?"

"Yeah. That's the one?"

"Oops.. well y'see, it kind of broke and I took it out of the frame and it's
sitting there on top of the dresser."

I waited, my right hand now on my left nip, tweaking it, as Chase look to
his left, on top of the dresser.

"This was last week, you say, Bradford?"

"Yeah."

"And in a week, all of this stuff collected on top of... what's wrong with
your nip?"

"My nip?"

"Yeah, you're playing with your nip, Brad."

"Oh, it's just a little sensitive, I guess."

"Hmm.. didn't we come in here for me to rub some ointment into them, til you
distracted me?"

Now I felt like a total blockhead. How do I get myself into these
situations? I didn't really care now, as Chase-baby forgot all about my
makeshift clothesline, the broken picture frame of him half-nude at the lake
and the mess of the electric razor I took apart to clean, sitting on top of
the print. Instead he paid attention to me!

"You lie down. I'll be right back."

I acknowledged, what I perceived as caring and lay back on the bed, in my
favorite position, hands behind my head, flaunting my hairy tufts, in the
pockets of my pits.

"I guess this'll do."

"That's not Bengay, is it Chase?"

So, I said something a blockhead would say.

"Bradford, do you think I would rub Bengay into your nips?"

"I was only joking, Chase, okay?"

Then I got a frightening thought. I was putting ideas into his head!

"I guess you saw the 'B' on the tube, Brad?"

"Oh. Bacitracin. Okay, I see."

As Chase sat down next to me, he uncapped the tube and squirted a dab on his
fingertip, then proceeded to rub it into my left nip. It felt nice. Very
nice. My cock thought so, too!

"I don't know what on earth would make you think, that I would even think of
rubbing Bengay into your nips, Brad. Where do you come up with these sick
thoughts?"

Damned if I knew!

"That feels good, Chase. Thanks for caring enough about me to nurse me."

"Well, Bradford Dean Bigelow, next time you ask me to drip hot wax on your
body, I hope you'll think about the consequences beforehand!"

Asking Chase to drip hot, molten wax on my nips? Wanting it?  Thinking
before asking, I thought before answering Chase, as he rattled on about it.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself, Bradford?"

I didn't think too seriously about it, but went on my cock's intuition.

"Um, okay. Next time I'll think about it, before I ask you to drip hot wax
on me, Chase. Sorry that you have to go to the time and trouble to rub my
nips with the Bacitracin."

"No problem, Brad. I do it because I care about you."

"You do, Chase?"

"Of course I do. How many times do I have to mention it, Brad. I think you
like to hear me repeat myself. I have something to do downstairs, so wait
awhile before you hit the shower. Let the ointment sink into your nips,
Brad."

"I will. Thanks Chase."

He kissed me on the lips, before leaving the bedroom. I'm not sure if Chase
dressed himself before he left, or grabbed up his tee shirt, briefs, shirts
and other stuff and went downstairs to his condo. Chase-baby could be that
type of guy sometimes.


continued.........

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