Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2003 14:34:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: bernie <berniebop69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad and I search for a room

     Brad and I left the subway headed for the party.
The directions sucked.  How were we going to find this
stupid cafe with a cafe every 50 feet?  It wasn't like
it was our first time in this area.  We had been here
a hundred times already.  I had been to the record
store, the McDonalds, the grocery, and a bunch of
places here before.  Brad was tired from work and was
getting impatient with me.  He didn't even want to
come down here tonight.  But I told him it would be
great to meet some of the people from the upcoming
show.  You see, Brad and I like to go to drama shows,
like Shakespeare or some locally written play.  It
didn't really matter though what we saw.  We like to
watch the people, in the play and watching the play.
The way they could get caught up in the plot.
Sometimes I wasn't sure who was more entertaining, the
people in the play or in the seats looking intently on
the stage.  Brad was whining about having had such a
long shitty day at work, but I assured him again there
would be some sexy girls there that he may have a
chance to ask on a date, or better yet, to bring home
later tonight.  He stopped his whining and a smile
appeared on his face for the first time night.
I got the note out of my pocket that Jeffrey had given
me.  It had a scratched out map, if that is what you
would call it.  It had about five lines horizontal and
3 lines vertical, and one big "X" with "cafe" written
next to it then "Xavier" under the word "cafe."
Jeffrey had said that the cast party was going to be
at Xavier's before the weekend opener of the upcoming
play--Four Guys and a Gal.  It was going to be a comedy
about how these four guys tried to each date the same
girl, and she knew they were friends.  It was full of
near misses of the guys bumping into her at the same
time while she was on a date with one of them.
Jeffrey assured me that the play was a riot and that
the cast was friendly enough to have anyone stop by to
meet them at the party.
I hoped we could find someone who knew where Xavier's
was.  We popped into a grocery and asked the clerk.
With a typical stupid look on his face, the guy said
he didn't know much about the area, he actually didn't
live around here, and he offered to say there was a
cafe around the corner.  We darted out the door
without a thank you and headed around the corner.  I
should have been nice enough to say thank you I
thought after turning the corner.  Sure enough, it was
Xavier's after all.  Oh, and he was a cute looking
store clerk, even with the stupid look on his face.
Brad's face lit up when he saw the cafe sign.  He went
through the door faster than me.  I pursued after him
and found him already heading to the bar.  He ordered
a couple beers (lucky for us the drinking age was 16
here).  When the tender handed us the beers we turned
around expecting to see a crowd of people in the cafe.
 But we quickly noticed that there wasn't a soul in
the place.  We didn't notice this glaring fact when we
walked in.  How could we miss that?  We asked the
tender if a cast party was going be here tonight.  He
replied, "Oh, you didn't hear? The chick playing the
Gal, her mom got sick, and she went back home to be
with her family.  They are rescheduling the play for
next month, the party too."
Brad looked at me with a pissed of face.  I thought he
was going to scream at me.  Instead he lifted his
glass and downed the entire mug.  I followed his
example and downed my glass too.  I knew he was going
to be hitting it hard tonight.  He didn't even want to
be out here, let alone out here in an empty cafe with
no one around he could be flirting with.  I could
understand his feeling.  I really wanted to spend the
night making new friends.  This was the second time
Jeffrey tried to get us to meet up with people from
the set he worked on.  I wondered if Jeffrey was going
to make it there since he hadn't called us to let us
know the party was called off.  It didn't matter much,
Brad would be pissed at him enough to make the night
shitty anyway if he did show up.  Brad ordered another
two beers and still hadn't said anything about the
party; I mean the lack of a party.
We walked over to a sofa and sat down.  The small
tables had small baskets of pretzels and chips on
them.  I wondered how long they sat there.  It wasn't
like anyone had even been around to be eating them.
They must have been put out for the party, the one we
would be waiting for until next month.  Brad slumped
into the sofa and grabbed a basket of pretzels.  He
still didn't say a word.  He looked out over the table
and across the empty cafe.
"I'm sorry Brad."
"Forget it."
"No, I mean it.  I shouldn't have bothered you so much
about coming."
"I wanted to come; you didn't force me.  Anyway, you
didn't know the party was canceled."
"What are we gonna do now?  We could head back home.
Grab a movie."
"No, we are here now; let's make the best of it."
"I'll get us a pitcher."
"Someone will be in here later; it's still early."
Brad sat back gulping his beer.  I went to get a
pitcher for us and two more cold mugs.  When I got
back Brad has annihilated the basket of pretzels.  I
went back to the bar and get a menu.  I ordered wings
and chicken fingers and a sub for us.  When I got back
to the table Brad was staring out the window.  He was
watching three girls talking right outside the cafe.
"I hope they are coming in," he said.  As he finished
the sentence the door swung open and the three girls
stepped into the cafe laughing and chatting quickly.
Brad smiled more and poured a new beer for each of us.

The girls sat at a table across the room from us.  The
tender walked up to them and took their orders.  They
were cute I suppose.  But they were kind of loud.
Brad was staring at them.  He must have been in a
daze.  One of the girls had walked over to our table
and asked him if he knew if there was supposed to be a
party here.  Brad didn't say a word.  He was obviously
entranced by one of the other girls.  He still stared
across the room.  The second time she turned to look
at me.  I told her that it was postponed and why.
When I started talking Brad finally snapped out of it.
 He caught himself back up and said hi to the visitor.
 He asked her if they wanted to join us; he said,
"Maybe we can start our own party."
That was the difference between Brad and me.  He was
always quick to move in on a girl, her friends, or
anything else that hinted of meeting someone new
girlfriend.  She said she would ask her friends.  As
she walked back to her table, Brad was shifting in his
seat.  Before the girls came over, the tender brought
us our food.  Brad and I shoveled down the chow.
Neither of had eaten in nearly eight hours.  Thursdays
we usually met at the dining hall during our break
because they had a two for one special. We weren't
cheap, but it was nice to save a buck just before the
weekend started.  This wasn't the first time we went
out on a weekday, and it probably wasn't the last.
The girls stood up and looked over at us. Bringing
their drinks, they slipped across the cafe and sat
down with us.  The girl that Brad had his eyes fixed
on sat directly across from him.  Soon we found out
her name is Helen.  The other girls, Marsha and
Jennifer, sat on each side of her.  Jennifer, the girl
who asked the question earlier, sat nearer to me.
They were chatting just as quickly as they had been at
their own table.  I knew this was going to be a long
night.  I excused myself and got two more pitchers of
beer.
Brad was entertaining the girls by the time I got
back.  He was telling them a story about his visit to
the water park he had been to a couple of weeks ago.
I figured the girls were all a bit older than we are.
I wondered why they were interested in us at all even
though Brad and I was good looking and throwing a
bunch of dough around by buying a bunch of beer.
Maybe that was it.  They were going to mooch our beer.
 I know Brad had a different idea of how the night
would work out than I did.  He was doing everything to
impress them.  I am sure his 5'8" slim body caught
their eyes, and his deep blue eyes, his nearly white
blonde hair, his boyish smile, his square shoulders,
and his manly big hands.  He went on with his story
and captivated the girls for a while.  I sat by
continuing to chug my beer.  Brad hadn't touched his
in a while now that he was thoroughly engaged in
impressing these girls, especially Helen.  She was
staring into his eyes as he talked.  And he was
staring back at her.  The girls drank their beers
nearly as fast as I was drinking, except for Helen.
The conversation turned to where we worked.  Helen
worked at the Express, a ladies shop.  Marsha worked
at the coffee shop in the same mall.  And Jennifer was
a piano teacher.  Since Brad and I worked at the
college cleaning out the rooms after the students
left, he simply said we worked at the college.  When
Jennifer asked what we did there, Brad paused before
he answered.  He looked over at me and said we worked
in the administration building answering phones.  I
thought that was pretty lame for an answer because we
didn't even know anyone our age who worked over there.
 I hoped the topic would change soon.  But instead,
Helen asked if we talked to new students coming in to
the school.  I knew this wasn't going well. Brad
should have told them what we really did, but he never
liked to tell people that he cleaned the messes the
college students left behind as they headed to summer
homes and fancy vacations.  Brad had an experience
once where he was making out with a girl and for some
dumb reason she asked where he worked as he was
unbuttoning her blouse.  He nearly had a fit.  The
question took him by surprise, and he told her the
college.  She wanted to know more.  He told her he
worked cleaning the rooms in the dorms.  She wasn't
impressed.  She pushed his hands away and made some
excuse about having to get home soon.  He was blue
balled big time. He vowed never to tell another
potential date about his job.  In fact, he would have
quit the job altogether but $12 an hour kept him
there.  There was no way for a 16 year old to make $12
an hour anywhere else in town.  The job sucked, but it
was well worth the money.
Helen didn't stop asking about the job.  She was
interesting in attending the school after she saved
enough for the first semester.  She must have been 19
or so.  She said she couldn't go last year because her
grades in high school were not that good.  But her dad
would pay the tuition if she could get through the
first semester on her own with a B average.  We didn't
know much about the school except for the amount of
crumbs, dirty sheets, dried out pizza and condoms
under the bed, greasy towels left in closets, and
smelly bathrooms covered in shower scum.  But Brad
explained smoothly how the admissions process worked.
His cousin had attended the college a few years back,
maybe that is how he knew.  Jennifer chimed in that
her brother attended the college.  She said he was
going to be at the cafe after he finished work.  In
fact, he would be here before long.  Brad's face went
white, then red.  As the topic finally changed to
discuss the Gal and her sick mom, Brad excused
himself.  He was heading to the bathroom.  I went
after him.  Three pitchers and four beers earlier we
had started drinking without a break.
	On the way through the door I said, "Nice going pal.
Now they think we work in the admissions office."
	"That's OK don't worry about it. They think we are
cool.  Did you see how Helen was checking me out?  I
know I could spend a few nights with her."
	"Brad, you need to stop lying about what we do."
	"Why? So I can get dumped before I get going?"
	"It is only gonna get us in trouble one day.  You
heard her, her brother is coming over here later."
	"So what? It won't come up again.  Forget it man."
	Brad was good at that, avoiding any problem.  He
never seemed to think things through very well.  I
liked that about him sometimes, but he usually got
hurt or in trouble with his parents, friends,
teachers, you name it.
	As we stood there pissing, Brad sounded like a fire
truck unloading onto cement.  Out of the corner of my
eye I could see his cock springing like a fountain.
When he was done he shook his cock three times.  He
said once, "The first is to get the drop piss off the
end of his cock; the second is because it feels good,
and the third is because it still feels good."
	He tucked in his cock at the same time I did.  I
hardly remembered pissing.  I guess I was too busy
peeking at Brad.  His had a nice wide mushroom head.
When he pissed he always seemed to slowly move his
cock in a small circle.  I remember the first time I
saw him piss.  We were outside in December.  We were
sledding about a mile from his house.  I told him I
had to piss and we needed to head back soon.  He asked
me why I didn't just piss in the snow.  I figured if
he thought it was OK then I did too.  He joined me as
I moved over to the side of the hill to piss near a
big pine tree.  He maneuvered his cock through the
layers of his clothes and pissed in a big circle.  I
copied his artwork in a circle of my own.  Then we
crisscrossed our streams to connect the two circles.
I remembered seeing something like it in a math class
once. I think they called it an infinity sign.
	Brad and I left the bathroom and turned toward our
table.  The girls weren't there.  The tender came out
and said they had gone after a guy came in but they
left a note. It read: "Sorry we had to leave;
Jennifer's brother wanted us to go with him to meet
some friends. See ya another time."
	Brad's face turned red.  Then he looked like he was
going to cry.  What a day!  What a day it has been!
Brad slumped back to our table.  The crumbs of our
feast sat out on the dishes.  Brad poured a new beer,
drank it down in a single sip much like he had done
with his first drinks of the night.  When the tender
came to clear our plates he asked for a bottle of
whiskey.  When the tender asked if he meant a shot of
whiskey, Brad insisted he was correct in requesting a
bottle of whiskey.  The tender smirked, carried away
the dishes, and returned with a new bottle of Jack
Daniels and two glasses.  He also dropped a bowl of
ice in the center of the table.  He unscrewed the cap,
added ice to the glasses and poured the first of
several glasses of whiskey we would soon consume.  I
am always game for a good drink, but Brad usually
didn't touch hard liquor, except for nights like
tonight.  From a shitty day at work, to being dissed
by the chicks, and now nothing more to look forward to
but the long walk home, since by the time we would be
done the subway would be closed and the taxis would be
hard to find.
	Brad started to crack some pretty bad jokes by the
third glass of whiskey.  He was saying maybe we could
buy a girl, and then maybe she would stick around so
long as we were paying.  The only thing keeping him at
the cleaning job was the money; he may as well use it
to his advantage.  Then his tone changed again about
the fifth glass.  He was saying he was going to quit
the job.  It wasn't worth it if he couldn't be proud
of what he was doing.  And cleaning dried vomit off
urinals wasn't something to be proud of.
	He looked so sad.  Even though he looked sad, his
eyes sparkled with the tears bottled up on the corners
of his eyes.  He deserved better.  His big hands
grasped the glass like he was hanging on for life.  I
had matched him drink for drink since the whiskey
started to flow, but I didn't feel drunk, though I am
sure I was quite stoned by now.  Brad said he had to
piss again.  I tried to stand up and nearly knocked
into a vase on the divider between our booth and the
next.  Brad caught my arm and helped me gain my
balance back.  We slogged to the men's room.  When we
got to the urinals, I was leaning my head on the wall
to hold my balance.  I undid my jeans and let it rip.
I was half facing the urinal next to me, and Brad
stepped up to it.  He looked over at me and laughed.
I looked down to see I was missing the urinal
altogether.  He pulled his out and started to flood
the urinal and then stepped back and crisscrossed
streams with me.  He was laughing still and I joined
him.  We were in hysterics.  Finally something seemed
enjoyable again tonight.  We finished pissing and
zipped up.  On the way to the door we were half
hugging to hold each other up on our journey back to
the table.
	The tender came over to us as we finished off the
bottle.  He said they would be closing in a little
bit, wondered if we wanted another beer.  Of course we
couldn't leave without one more drink, since the
bottle was now empty.  When the tender brought out the
last beers of the night, he brought our bill.  It was
$89.  I almost jumped out of my seat.  Between the two
of us we had only about $50.  But I remembered I had
my dad's credit card from a few weeks ago.  If I were
any more drunk, I think I would have forgotten I had
it still.  I pushed Brad's hands back as he went to
offer his cash.  I put the card down in didn't meet
the tender's eyes as he looked at me.  You see, my dad
and I have the same name.  So I can get away with
using his card real well.  Being called Junior isn't
so bad after all.
	We quickly through the beers down when the tender
brought the bill back and I signed it leaving a god
tip.  An even $100.  That should make the tender happy
I thought.
	We gathered ourselves up and headed out the door into
the cool air.  It air felt great, but I felt like my
head was floating 3 feet higher than my shoulders.  I
looked at Brad as we stumbled forward.  We both knew
it at the same time.  There was no way we were going
to make it to his place or my own.  We didn't know
anyone who lived close by.  We would have to find a
room.  A motel.  A hotel.  Something.  God thing I had
my dad's credit card.  We stumbled down the sidewalk,
leaning on each other.  It felt great to have his body
pressed against mine.  If we looked toward each other
at the same time our lips nearly met.  His breath
seemed heavy of whiskey.  I am sure mine was the same.
 Mints, we definitely needed some mints.  His stronger
arms and hands did most of the holding.  But my legs
seemed to do most of the stepping.  About two blocks
down we saw a hotel light.  We fell into the door and
nearly knocked it off the hinges.  No one was in the
lobby.  A bell sat on the corner of the counter.  We
leaned on the counter and stared at each other and
then at the bell.  Brad reached out and missed the
bell the first try.  The second try he got it.  With
the ding came the steward around the corner instantly.
 I wondered if he was watching us the whole time.  He
had a great big smile and a loud voice.  Then he
seemed to chuckle as he picked up the credit card I
laid on the counter.  He made an imprint of the card
and handed it back with a key that looked also looked
like a credit card.  He said, "You'll find your room
on the first floor, thought you might need that, and
down the hall to the left."
	As we turned toward the hall entrance I thought we
would topple over.  I left Brad's hands dig into my
side.  I liked the feel of his hands on me.  We made
our way down the hall bumping the walls on each side
of the hall as we went.  Each time we bumped the wall
our bodies mashed together for a second.  We got to
the door and pushed the card into the slot, but
nothing happened.  I figured we had the wrong door.
When we pulled the card out, the little light went
green and the door made a "click" sound.  I guess the
key had to be taken out to open the door.  I felt
stupid, but who really cared, it was just Brad and me.
	I thought about that for a minute.  It was just Brad
and me.  We had started the night out hoping to have a
little fun, make new friends, and figured on Brad
finding a girl to kiss on.  I thought I would head
home empty handed and thinking of Brad's sexy smile.
But that wasn't the case now.  We were crashing though
the door.  We didn't stop our long fall through the
doorway until we hit the bed.  Brad fell on top of me
as be bounced onto the bed.  We were laughing again.
He lay face down next to me with his body still half
covering mine.  I felt my crotch stir.  His left hand
lay on my stomach.  Only a few inches lower and he
would have covered my cock.  He pushed up and wearily
stood.  He made a turn and headed for the john.  I lay
on the bed thinking about the shitty night, but now
there was a little hope to make it better.  I heard
Brad pissing sporadically.  By the sounds of things I
figured we have messed up another bathroom floor.  We
seemed to be good at that tonight.  Maybe whiskey
shouldn't be the drink of choice for us.  Brad came
stumbling back out with his shirt untucked and his
pants unbuttoned.  I thought maybe I would see his
cock hanging out as well, but no luck there.  I
figured I had stored a good enough quantity of alcohol
in me as well.  I performed the same ritual visit to
the john.  I leaned against the wall to keep a good
aim.  Brad had already slicked the floor with half his
piss.  I finished up most valiantly not adding to the
mess.  I too left the bathroom with shirt untucked and
ants unbuttoned.  I didn't want Brad feeling alone.
	Brad lay face down again on the bed.  It was a
massive bed.  Brad was lying across the bed and he did
not hang over either side.  It had to have been two
beds pushed together.  I crawled alongside Brad.  He
looked over at me and smiled.  I asked him if he
wanted help with his shoes.  He said yes.  I sat up
and flicked off my own shoes, then his.  When I lay
back down beside him I put my hand on his back.  It
wasn't like me to do anything like that with Brad, but
tonight it didn't seem to matter.  I rubbed his lower
back for a second.  I caught myself and removed my
hand.  He looked over at me and asked, "Why'd you
stop?"  I didn't think twice; I simple placed my hand
back on this back and started to massage his lower
back again with one hand.  "That feels so good."  He
grabbed a pillow and snuggled his face into it as I
rubbed his back.  He slowly turned while I continued
the movement with my hand and when he was turned on
his back, my hand rested on his stomach.  I didn't
stop the movement.  I rubbed his stomach.  I could
feel my cock definitely trying to escape now.  Here is
Brad, drunk, relaxed finally, laying there under my
caressing hand.  He didn't seem to mind at all.  In
fact, he was most certainly enjoying it too.  His cock
was growing and pushing his underwear up on one side.
His cock was attempting an escape as well.  He just
lay there with closed eyes.
	I took my chance and flipped the band on my underwear
to release my straining cock.  The head jumped out
like a swimmer getting a breath after swimming to the
bottom of the pool.  I also dared to rub in a larger
circle, bumping Brad's cock-head.  He sighed.  I knew
things would get interesting.  On the next sweep of my
hand I rubbed over the end of Brad's cock.  He
slightly lifted his groin into my hand as I passed
over his cock-head.  His smile widened.  His sighs
grew louder.  His cock was certainly fully erect.  His
6 inches pushed the underwear over the top edge of his
pants now.  On the next circle, I pushed my hand under
his waistband, and I stroked against his naked flesh
and pulled my hand free again.  He opened his eyes and
looked at me then down toward my hand.  I didn't stop.
 On the next invasion my hand dove under the band
again, this time he watched as I stopped the motion
and held his cock in my hand.  I grasped my hand
around his shaft.  He laid his head back on the
pillow.  A long sigh escaped his body.  I shifted to
get myself into a better position.
	I was nearly sitting up now.  My hand still grasped
Brad's erection.  With my other hand I pushed down on
his waistband and Brad lifted his bottom to assist me
in moving his underwear down.  He suddenly hopped his
ass up and pushed his pants and underwear down his
thighs in one quick motion.  It surprised me enough
that I released his cock fell back on the bed
laughing.  He rolled toward me and pinned my legs to
the bed.  His cock pushed into my thigh.  He was lying
almost across me and grabbed my arms and pushed them
to the bed.  I started to felt a bit strange with Brad
responding like this.  I had always imagined seducing
Brad in my dreams.  I never thought it would happen.
And I certainly never thought he would ever respond to
my advance like this.  I wasn't sure I was comfortable
like this.  I asked, "Are you sure you want to do
this?"
	Brad smiled back and said, "Why not, we're friends
aren't we?"  Brad let go of my arms and brought his
hands toward my chest.  He ran his hands under my
shirt and pushed the material over my head revealing
my hardened nipples.  I felt great all over.  I don't
think there was a part of me not erect at this moment.
 He pushed his hands down this time toward my aching
cock.  I could feel the pulse of it stretching it
further than it had stretched before.  He passed his
hands over my balls and shaft.  He didn't pause.  He
grabbed the band and trousers and down they flew.  I
barely lifted up enough for them to pass down my legs.
 He continued to pull them all the way off.  Brad
laughed and scooted back letting his shirt seem to
magically fly off into the room.  As he scooted, his
pants seem to stay at the edge of the bed.  When he
arrived next to me his pants were gone.  There we were
now totally naked.  Lying side by side.  Cocks
reaching to the ceiling.
	We turned to each other and our lips met.  Our cocks
jabbed each other.  I could feel a dampening in my
crotch.  I didn't know who was leaking now.  It didn't
matter.  Brad rubbed my shoulders and I rubbed his
sides.  My hands searched for his cock.  I wanted to
touch him again.  His rod was hot and damp.  I ran a
finger over the tip of his cock and found a slick.  I
rubbed his juice into his cock.  More juice ran into
my hand.  It only helped me to pump his flesh.  I
couldn't wait any longer; I had to have his cock in my
mouth.  I spun around and placed my face next to his
cock.  I rubbed his cock on my cheek wiping off some
of the juice.  I licked the tip and he squirmed.  I
could feel his hands wrap around my own cock.  He was
pumping away.  I felt greasy.
	I wrapped my lips around his huge mushroom head.  His
cock was 6 inches long and very wide. It must have
been twice as wide as my own cock.  My fingers did not
meet when I grasped his shaft.  I began pushing my
lips toward his balls.  My nose was buried in his
hair.  Every couple pulses I was able to touch my nose
to his sack.  His cock seemed to grow and fill y
throat more and more.  I could feel his hands become
very wet.  I wondered if he had spit into his hands.
But then my cock was engulfed.  Warm.  Wet.  Exciting.
 Brad had joined me into a beautiful 69.  I nearly
came thinking about it.  I couldn't believe we were
doing this.  It fulfilled a dream I never had.  Brad
came off my cock for a second and gasped, "I am going
to cum!"
	I didn't stop.  I felt his cock busting loose from my
mouth.  His groin bounced around but I didn't allow it
to escape.  I couldn't.  I caught his load as it
streamed out his cock.  I could feel him filling my
stomach.  The warm fluid raced down my throat.  I
joined him in an eruption like I had never had.
Three, Four, Five orgasms.  I shot and sucked.  Almost
immediately Brad's cock went limp while it was still
in my mouth.  My cock was still racing.  The cum
didn't want to stop.  Brad grabbed my again and I felt
his mouth encircle my head.  I came one more time.
	I turned back toward Brad and we lay face to face.
He stared into my eyes.  I stared back.  I moved my
head forward and we met kissing.  Our cum mixed into
wetness of tongues.  When we awoke we were naked and
stuck to the covers.  We had missed work.  It was 10
am.
	Brad leaned toward me and kissed my forehead, then my
lips.  He got up, went to the bathroom.  When he
returned he laid next to me just as he had been.  He
looked me in the eyes and said, "I can't wait until
next month's cast party."


I hope you enjoy this...
bernie