Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2004 08:43:36 -0500
From: brian bell <big_man_18_7@msn.com>
Subject: Brent & Alex

Disclaimer: While this author does condone gay sex, he does not condone
it without the use of a condom! Please people wrap it before you eat it!
Also the usual stuff: if this story reminds you of someone you know it is
purely coincidence.


     Brent & Alex
     By Brian Bell


 Men suck!! Hi I'm Brent and my boyfriend is a complete asshole. I had
taken 2 hours out of my already busy and stressful life to clean my
apartment and cook a delicious 3-course dinner for him and I because it
was our 6-month anniversary. He told me that he couldn't make it because
he had to work late! Work late my ass!! He had been eyeing the new
mailroom attendant and he was probably bending him over his office desk
right now.

 Well I called up some buds of mine and told them my distressing news and
they all agreed that I should go out to the clubs with them tonight and
find a hot fuck! I have never been one to cheat, even if I know or
suspect that my partner is doing it, you know the whole two wrongs don't
make a right rule. But tonight was the last straw, he had cheated on me
before and while I loved him deeply, it was time for him to see what it
felt like. I told my buds to pick me up tonight at around 9 and I would
be ready. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, after grabbing some for
me to eat quick and hopped in the shower. I washed every inch of my lean,
smooth and tight body. I had swam in high school and kept it up at the
local YMCA pool. I had medium length black hair that I kept in messy
curls and bright blue eyes. My ass was tight and muscular, and my best
feature by far. I weighed in at a mere 145 and I was 5' 9". One hot
package if I do say so myself!!  I finished up my shower and started to
dry myself, walking naked back to my room to get dressed.

 Now as every gay clubby knows what you wear to a club says what you
want. If you wear something short and skimpy, revealing or see through,
you are looking to get fucked. If your primped and perfect and flawless
and wearing something that reveals a little bit to look good, your one of
the queens that ignores everyone else and dances in front of the mirrors
for hours on end. And if your clothes are not revealing at all, but your
still looking good, then your either here with someone or your just out
to have fun. Now me, I was going for revealing, sluttish, skimpy and just
enough clothes to get by without getting arrested for indecent exposure!
Now the great thing about this apartment, although expensive, is it has a
HUGE walk in closet, complete with a floor length wall to wall mirror and
benches. So I go in and grab a too tight white t-shirt and a pair of
black low rise hip hugger jeans. I also grab a too small jockstrap, black
and pair of ankle socks. After I make a few alterations to the shirt,
like cutting off the lower portion to show of my 6 pack abs and cutting a
few holes in the jeans, I grab a black leather choker and throw on some
red and black body glitter.  I apply some back eyeliner and red eye
shadow and step back to admire my work. Damn!! If I didn't get fucked
tonight, the gay world needed new glasses!!

 Just as I am lacing up my sneakers, my cell phone rings and my friends
tell me that they're down stairs waiting. I grab my keys and go downstairs
to find that they rented a white stretch limo for tonight. My friends are
crazy and do stupid stuff like this all the time. And while they blow
money like water, it was still nice to ride to the club in a hot limo,
with everyone staring at you like you're a celebrity as you step out. We
arrive at Club Inferno and go inside. We all head to the bar and order
drinks. I order two shots of tequila and down them right away, then get a
hardball(whiskey, cherry juice and ginger ale) and head to the dance
floor.

  Just then Britneys My Prerogative comes on, my absolute favorite song,
and I grab a friend and start to dance. After the song is over my friends
head over to refresh our drinks and stay to dance because Whitney
Houston's  It's Not Right, But Its Ok  comes on, another fav and start
to swivel my hips to the music. By this time I am drenched in sweat so I
peel off my shirt and throw it off to the side.  Just as I close my eyes
and begin to dance again I feel a pair of strong hand slide across my
chest and a very muscular chest press into my back. I turn my head and I
see it's this incredible looking guy in a tight muscle-t and a tribal
tattoo around his left bicep. He has on a pair of tight jeans and a white
cowboy hat.  He whispers in my ear that his name is Alex and my friends
said I needed a good fuck and sent him over, because he had been watching
me from the bar. As he is speaking I smell his cologne and its polo sport
and its intoxicating. I tell him that depends, playing coy, and ask him
if he measures up. He presses his groin into my ass and I groan because
it feels like he has a fucking torpedo in their. I turn around and plant
my lips on his, sucking his tongue into this passionate kiss. He grabs my
hand and  drags me out of the club. He stops at the curb and hails a
taxi. We climb in and give the driver my address and tell him to step on
it. I couldn't wait to see what the night had planned!!

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I luv suspense!!
If you wanna know what happens between Brent and Alex, then email me at
big_man_18_7@msn.com

Remember, No Luv with out a Glove!!