Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 14:33:17 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck me, I love you chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Dog and Its Shadow

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Bradley looked across to see Eric standing in his gym. The young man he had
flown to rehab was standing in front of him, now a far cry from the shaking
and broken boy he had sent away.

"Hey, daddy."

Eric's smile revealed a row of perfect white teeth, the only thing he had
left the last time Bradley saw him.

"That's going to go soon too," Bradley had pleaded with him.

Bradley remembered flying with him out to LA and driving him up to
rehab. Eric had fought tooth and nail not to leave Houston. But it was the
only way: Bradley needed a break from the chaos, and Eric had too many old
haunts in Houston to stay clean. He felt his eyes getting wet as he went up
to hug his old lover. It wasn't easy to let him go back then.

Eric beamed at Bradley as they hugged. He had been away for more than 5
years, struggling and piecing his life together ever since he carried that
suitcase full of loosely fitting clothes out of Bradley's trunk. At rehab,
they had told him Bradley was part of the problem: that their relationship
was part of the toxic cycle which kept him sick. And so he had shut Bradley
out, a demonstration of willingness to his counselors.

Bradley saw his old lover standing in total health, looking at him with
those puppy dog eyes he made love to on so many nights. Gripping Eric felt
right, like coming home.

"You're even bigger now than when we met."

Bradley scanned Eric's body from top to bottom, squeezing his shoulders to
feel the solid muscle underneath. He couldn't stop smiling, and their
happiness cut into Anderson like a knife.

"I've just moved back. I'm a real estate agent now! Got my license and
everything. LA and San Diego are great, but there's no place like Houston."

Bradley was elated, "where are you staying?"

"I'm crashing with a friend while I hunt for an apartment. I just touched
down earlier tonight. I had to come and see if I could find you."

Eric was coyly stroking his finger up and down Bradley's chest, as he
spoke. The boy was magical, slowly weaving an intoxicating web around
Bradley.

Bradley frowned.

"Why don't you come stay with me? That is..."

Eric laughed.

"No worries daddy, I got my two-year chip. I'm happy, joyous and free."

He pulled out a keychain which had a small leather pouch. Inside was a
little bronze coin with a Roman numeral two

"I'm so proud of you, Eric!" A tear fell from his eyes.

Bradley pulled back from his hug and realized Anderson had been standing
behind him in awkward silence.

Anderson was living the worst night of his life. Cold and sopping wet in
his hoodie, his temporary happiness was stolen by the advent of this Latino
god. This fucking asshole that walked into Bradley's life calling him
"daddy."

Bradley wasn't oblivious and he knew that he needed to salvage the
situation quickly. Grabbing Anderson's hand he pulled the man next to him.

"Eric, I want you to meet Anderson. Anderson... this is my ex: Eric."

Anderson gave a weak smile. The day could not get any worse but he didn't
want to be rude. He couldn't stop admiring Eric's handsome face, his
confident and sexy posture. He imagined what Eric might look like riding
Bradley's thick and meaty cock. It was a fantasy which drove him wild with
desire and envy.

Eric gave Anderson a good look over. It went without saying that Bradley
would find a new lover by now. Part of him felt jealous as well. If this
boy had spent 5 minutes with Bradley, he would know that the man was a
mountain of sex. Eric had enjoyed a lot of men in LA. There was a reason he
came back to Houston. He smiled, his own magnanimous and winning
smile. Anderson couldn't help but blush in response.

"Hi, Anderson. I'm Eric."

Eric understood that for gay men, the object of desire was often also a
sexual competitor. It was what created the uneasy tension in gay
friendships. He also understood that if he wanted to be on good terms with
Bradley, he needed to make nice. For now.

Anderson took the hand warily. Being a mature adult was the last thing on
his mind, and deep down he wanted to scratch Eric's eyes out.

"Nice to meet you."

Anderson let his usual good nature wear out. Between bawling his eyes out
midday and entering a shower fully clothed, he was a total mess. And to be
standing here playing nice with Bradley's recovering drug addict ex was too
much even for him. He shook Eric's hands and turned to Bradley.

"Hey...I gotta go. I'm really wet and cold in these clothes and you guys
probably want to catch up. Why don't I leave you guys be and head home on
my own."

His face was sullen as he started to walk out the door, his clothes
dripping as he walked.

"Andy! Don't go!"

Bradley cussed as Anderson stormed out. He still hadn't locked up the gym
and Eric needed to pick up his things. Sighing, he threw his hands in the
air and turned around to finish his chores.

"Shit!"

Eric felt bad. He hadn't expected to enter a pissing contest on day one
back in Houston. He also didn't understand why Bradley's new fling was so
rude. Grabbing his bag, he watched Bradley give his gym one final round of
inspection.

"You really did it, didn't you, Brad. You built this gym up."

Bradley was tweaking with a chair when he stood up. This gym had been their
dream together. Eric had drawn the logo on the front door, and it held his
hallmark everywhere.

"Yeah. I did."

Bradley's heart ached, remembering how he poured himself into the gym, how
he put his body and soul into it because Eric told him they were no longer
good together.

"I'm sorry, daddy."

Bradley felt two muscular arms wrap around him from behind, and the
chiseled jaw of Eric leaned into his back. His heart skipped a beat as his
own head started reliving their romance: the highs, the lows. Maybe he kept
this gym around, just in case Eric came back.

Bradley breathed a deep sigh. He felt confused, and he didn't like it.

"Let's go grab your things."

On the car ride home, Eric was cheerful and full of chatter. Bradley was
eager to hear about his life in California, and Eric didn't
disappoint. They pulled into the driveway and Bradley popped the trunk,
helping Eric carry a few large suitcases inside.

They had lived in this house together, but Bradley had put away all their
photographs when Eric left. He walked Eric down the hall, and when Eric
turned to walk up the stairs, he was surprised to see Bradley continue to
the guest room on the first floor.

"I'll grab you a towel and linens. You should feel free to make this place
your home"

Bradley's voice was measured in its hospitality.

He stood at the threshold of the doorway, uncomfortable in his own home as
he sought for the right boundaries with his former lover.

Eric smiled.

"It's ok, Bradley, I get it. We've spent five years apart and you've moved
on. Anderson seems like a nice guy. I want us to be friends."

He put his bags down and held out his hand, a peace offering.

Bradley breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to make things up to Anderson
but he wasn't sure how. It didn't help that Eric was so incredibly
beautiful, and part of him wanted to piston the hell out of his smooth
muscular ass.

He took Eric's hand and gripped it warmly, feeling the heat flow between
them. Forcing himself to let go, he turned around to head to bed.

"Help yourself to the fridge and whatnot. You can bring guests over but
don't get crazy."

He closed the door and walked up the stairs, memories of Eric's body
grinding on his cock flooded his mind. He was horny as fuck, but he decided
he would need to wait for Anderson to come around.

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The next morning Bradley woke up horny with a solid 9" of morning wood. He
felt his mind go on the prowl, fully aware that just downstairs was grade A
beef waiting to be slaughtered. He growled, wondering if he shouldn't break
down the door to Eric's room and drop a load.

Rolling out of bed naked, he stumbled into his bathroom. The shower was
still cold when he turned it on, which is what he wanted. It helped him
soften his rock hard shaft. He stood in the freezing deluge until the water
to warmed up.

Closing his eyes to soak his hair in the water he heard a click behind
him. Bradley turned around to see Eric completely naked, walking in with
his own morning wood. Eric's body rippled with every step that he took, his
meaty pecs bouncing a bit as he walked. Stepping into the shower, he turned
in the shower head next to Eric and basked in the steamy flow.

"Oh god... this feels amazing."

Bradley couldn't help but eye Eric's beautifully succulent ass. It had a
perfect tan and dimples begging to be chewed. Eric snatched some soap from
across Bradley's shelf and began lathering himself up, circling his chest
and lower back. He leaned forward about to slide his hands down the crack
of his ass and soaped up his juicy hole.

"I hope you don't mind but somebody is going to come over in a bit. We
might make some noise."

Bradley could feel his cock swell from the blatantly seductive
display. Eric's heavyset balls begged to be chewed and his cock swung as
water dropped through the columns of his body.

Eric knew exactly how to push the boundaries with men he met. With his
handsome face and chiseled body, he knew how to tease and needle a guy
until it drove them crazy. Fully aware of the effect on Bradley, he stroked
his hard cock down in the water, making sure to clean out the head of his
uncut cock.

"Just knock on the door if it becomes a bother."

Bradley had spent the entire conversation scrubbing himself manically and
avoiding direct eye contact. The wolf inside was gnawing at him and he
wasn't sure if his bloodlust could be contained. Finishing one of the
quickest showers of his life, he shut the water off and wrapped a towel
around his wet steamy body. In the blink of an eye, he left.

Going to his study he scrolled through some photos to distract himself. It
was a big mistake, as Bradley opened a huge Rolodex of hot men. He pulled
back from the abyss and started looking at Anderson. Anderson naked in his
old jock, making a goofy face. Anderson failing miserably at a bodybuilding
pose. There was one where they had stood together, both of them in
underwear with Anderson placing his hands on Bradley's chest. He was there,
with huge trusting eyes.

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Downstairs Eric opened the door to a beautiful chocolate man named
Andrew. They had chatted each other up on Grindr the night before and Eric
was quick to close the deal. He was dressed in a tight fitting t-shirt and
jeans, his nipples pushing against the flimsy cotton material.

Andrew was in a tank top, which exposed his mountainous chest. The deep
ridge between his pectorals was the equivalent of a plunging neckline and
Eric knew he was going to enjoy playing with the meaty nips. The two of
them devoured each other in looks and gave their approval.

"So you wanna come inside?"

Yes. He did.

As they walked into the room, Andrew stripped off his tank top to expose
his smooth, ripped body. He'd been around enough pussy and ass to know that
he could drive anyone crazy with his body and he freely did so now. Pulling
down his pants he kicked them off to reveal the huge imprint of his 9"
anaconda. He walked up to Eric, kissed him and tore off his shirt as well.

"Get down."

He pushed Eric down on his knees and pressed the boy's face against his
cock. Eric was eager sniffing and panting against the thin brief between
him and ecstasy. Gripping the top of the briefs with his teeth, he pulled
the thin cotton sheet down enough so he could lap at the head. Andrew was
cut and a bit of precum dribbled down the fat head.

Eric licked at the head a bit before deciding he needed to swallow the
whole thing. Ripping the cotton briefs off, he committed himself to
servicing Andrew's cock, shoving his face on the shaft repeatedly as it
slid down the back of his throat. Andrew took hold of Eric's head with his
hands and forcefully pulled the boy onto his cock, holding it inside for
extra measure. He was forceful but not cruel, allowing Eric to come up for
air whenever he started to gag.

Eric was in heaven sputtering and over Andrew's thick cock. His spit coated
the knob and the slick coating gathered into a large droplet, hanging off
the frenulum. Eric dipped his head under Andrew's balls and licked to the
top of the end, capturing the droplet in one smooth movement before fully
swallowing the massive sword down to its hilt.

Andrew looked down at the thirsty slut, trapped in lust by his big black
cock. He loved fucking muscle bottoms and Eric was a beautiful specimen. He
admired the sculpted neck and shoulders which slanted down to a beautifully
curved ass. Eric had unbuckled his belt at this time, softly jerking his
own chorizo dick as he worshiped Andrew's penis.

"That's right. Take it all in. I'm going to fuck you with your own spit."

Eric felt a burning desire inside of his hole. He loved the feel of a fat
cock cumming inside of him and Andrew had assured him he was clean.

"I'm going to cum inside of you and fuck you using my load. Is that ok with
you?"

Eric smelled the dick in his mouth and gave a lust-filled nod, his eyes
tearing up from the pleasure he derived at the thought.

"Oh please, fuck me and pump me full of your load."

Andrew pulled Eric off of his cock and beat the fat head in front of Eric's
drooling face. Sliding the head up and down Andrew's tongue, he looked into
the bitch's eyes and thought of all the nasty things they were going to do.

"Get on up here."

Eric stood up, hard and stupid as Andrew gripped his chest and pinched his
nipple. His cock was rock hard and swinging below him, thirsty for the next
level of expectant pleasure. Andrew leaned in and nipped his lips, to which
he submissively opened his mouth and allowed the black stud to probe his
mouth.

Andrew grabbed the underwear trapping Eric's balls and quickly ripped them
to the floor popping the dick into his mouth, lavishing it with beautiful
attention from his lips. Eric's head dropped back as he felt his
consciousness leave through the tip of his cock, moaning and crying out at
the top of his lungs:

"Fuck!!"

Andrew moved quickly, eager to shove his cock into Eric's ass, and pushed
him into his back on the bed.

"I want to see your face when I fill you up with my cock."

Grabbing Eric's thick legs he spread them wide around his arms and
positioned himself against the loose and starving ass.

"Last stop."

Eric was all aboard as Andrew shoved his cock deep inside, easily
penetrating the well-fucked sphincter. His eyes bulged a bit and air pumped
out of his chest, but his cock surged as the anaconda snaked past his
prostate.

"Wuuooohhhhhh...."

He felt incredibly full like someone had shoved a beer can up his
ass. Andrew was surgical in his sexual prowess. He understood that Eric
needed a good hard emotionless fuck and he was happy to administer it.

Without waiting for a beat, Andrew began jackhammering his choad into
Eric's willing hole. He kept his eyes on Eric's face making sure he wasn't
going too hard too fast. He shouldn't have worried because Eric was an open
tunnel to the fast and furious fuck. His voice roared into the house as he
begged, pleaded for Andrew to fuck him.

Andrew had the stamina of a bull and he had no qualms about pumping
multiple loads into this willing slut. He leaned forward close into Eric's
face and dropped some spit into the slut's mouth.

"Tell me what you want."

Eric's cock was ready to pop swinging against his abs and smacking Andrew's
as he cried out at the top of his voice:

"Fucking cum inside of me, fuck my bitch ass full of your hot cum! Fuck me!
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeee!"

Andrew bit his lip hard as he shot his load deep into Eric's ass. The load
was humongous and he could feel it slosh against his penis as he fucked it
in and out of the ass. Eric's ass, as loose as it was, couldn't hold all of
it and Andrew could feel sloppy cum being pushed out against his piston,
threatening to fall on the ground needlessly.

A faithful follower of Christ, Andrew knew that it was a sin for his seed
to hit the ground; and so he pulled out. He grabbed Eric's ass and tilted
it up, shoving his mouth against the gaping hole and lapping at the juicy
cum froth that dribbled out of the ass. He sucked on the ass and tasted the
mixture of Latino ass and Black cum, which geared him up for the next stage
of their fuck.

With Eric's ass in mid air and the boy tossing his head against the sheets,
Andrew climbed up on the bed and shoved his cock back into the moaning
bottom, pistoning into the ass at an obtuse angle until he could pull Eric
back up against him. Eric was a massive man, but Andrew easily had him
pumping in midair up and down his cock as he fed the boy the load he shot
in his ass earlier.

"Boy, you are crazy. You are out of control!"

Eric could do nothing but hold tight as Andrew pumped his ass up and down
the hard anaconda, masturbating his dick with another man's body. He
slurped as Andrew fed him the thick strings of cum and cried out for more.

Bradley was upstairs, trying vainly to ignore the loud sounds of
pleasure. Inside he was close to breaking, knowing full well how desperate
Eric could get for cock and cum.

His wild form began to take control, feeling competitive against whoever
the fuck was downstairs pounding the boy. Bradley was confident that he
could win in any fucking competition, hands down.

Bradley groped his hard and hungry manhood and started to look at the
pictures of Anderson tied up, being fucked by him. It did nothing to kill
his libido.

A sharp knock was heard on his study and Bradley got up to answer the
door. It was Andrew, naked and still hard, giving him a good eye rape
before asking point blank:

"Your boy needs to get DPed. You in?"

Bradley eyed the stud cooly. He had a very clear image in his mind of how
Eric would look riding both of their cocks.

"Thanks but... I'm good."

It killed him to say the words.

"Alright man, but I'm telling you, the kid NEEDS it."

He turned around and trotted back downstairs.

Went back to his desk and stared at the photo of Anderson on his screen. It
just wasn't enough. He broke out and typed out a text on his phone:

"I'm sorry..."

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To be continued...