Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2017 06:11:53 -0700
From: Boy Mercury X <boymercuryx@gmail.com>
Subject: Brodie

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BRODIE by Boy Mercury X


1.

"I'm on the ferry" I texted Brodie, "when you get home we can talk about
breaking up."

I put my phone down on the seat next to me and looked out at the blackness
of the night sky and the murky Puget Sound, waiting to touch land again and
cried.


2.

The day started heading over to Vashon Island so Brodie could say hi to
college friends who were renting a place on the beach for a few weeks.  I
was in a bad mood to begin with because I hate islands.

They make me feel trapped. You can't leave when I want to, and have to
count on the ferry schedule.  Then there's even getting on the ferry,
because unless you're a walk-on if it fills with cars ahead of you you're
fucked.

"Don't be such as sourpuss," Brodie said, bumping me with his burly
shoulder.

"I'm fine," I replied.  "Just promise me we aren't going to get stuck all
day.  I know they're your college friends, but I..."

Brodie wrapped his strong hand around mine and gave a squeeze.  "We'll
shoot the shit for a while, whatever whatever, just relax."

I watched a vein twitch in his thick forearm and thought he's so easygoing,
so flexible, no wonder everyone likes him.

"Maybe you should just go without me," I said.  "I can see you when you get
home."

"No way babe, I want you with me.  I'm lonely without you."

I also wondered what the hell we were doing together.


3.

Brodie had such an easy masculine way about him.  Never stressed, up for
any adventure, so physically adept and quick to laugh and smile.  I could
never get enough of his look and his personality.

His job in the family construction business kept him beefy, but not gym
sculpted, with real mass in his arms and chest and shoulders, and a
slightly curved lower back that made his butt pop.  And under all of this
is a big open heart, and an equally big dick that always seemed at least
half erect.

But really it's his hair-trigger laugh and the boyish innocence with which
he walks through the world that gets me.  I'm so uptight and sensitive to
offense at every turn, plotting five miles down every path, while Brodie
just steps out free of schemes or plans or dread.

Our upbringings are so similar there's no reason we should be so different.
We're both the product of white middle class upbringing, good socially
liberal parents, both with one brother each (his older, mine younger), both
marked for lives of relative ease if we didn't stray too far from the path
the circumstances of our birth set us on.

But we were still so different.  And while that difference maybe drew us to
each other, it sometimes seemed it would drive me insane.


4.

Brodie's friends were Lane, Adam and Tanner.  The three guys had been best
friends in college, and Brodie it seemed had circled into their orbit on
like a comet, not quite in the same rotation they shared but with a gravity
of his own.

I kind of hated them right off, but tried not to because it's a bad habit.
And I guess I was jealous, because they were already all goofing off
because they're asshole jocks on vacation, and I was a scowling dork.
Fuck, even I didn't like me in comparison.

Of course Brodie was all over them, with high fives and back slapping man
hugs.  They were so excited to see him, chanting "BRO-DEE, BRO-DEE,
BRO-DEE", and Brodie can never resist attention and affection like that.
He's just a puppy when it comes down to it, a big muscle puppy that wags
and snuggles with whoever shows him the most attention.


5.

By about one in the afternoon I was getting antsy to go.  I'd noted the
ferry schedule on my iPhone and was counting down the ferries we missed.  I
could have counted down the words I spoke too, because I felt like I'd
barely said twelve the whole morning, but it's not as if anyone noticed.

The guys were too busy fawning over Brodie, eating burgers and basking
shirtless in the sun.  I didn't want to get off on looking at them, but it
was hard not to.

Lane was small and slim but fit, with an easy physicality that made him
easy on the eye.  Adam was the big guy, a head taller than the next
tallest, and rippling with muscle, way beyond just college jock level. Adam
was definitely lifting and I wouldn't be shocked if he was bulling with
steroids.  Tanner was more your regulation jock, built and handsome with a
perfect smile, and the friendliest to me of the three.

"So finally we meet the mysterious Timothy," Tanner said to me.

"I didn't know Brodie talked about me," I answered.

"Oh yeah," said Tanner.  "Timothy this, Timothy that.  Brodie's your
biggest fan."

I was glad Tanner called me Timothy.  His douchebag friends went straight
to Tim, which almost everyone does, but I never go by Tim and you should
call people the name they introduce themselves with, right?

"You doing construction too?" Tanner asked, and I rolled my eyes at myself.

"I couldn't do construction," I told him, "I do the computer graphics and
coordinate schedules and stuff."

I wanted to ask what a nice, handsome black guy was doing bound at the hip
to these white douchebags, but I knew even my thinking that was my white
privilege surfacing.

After lunch they wanted to play some touch football, and I ticked off
another couple of ferries, watching my hopes of us being home for Netflix
and dinner diminish.  I know that's not an exciting night, but everyone
else was going to be gone and we'd have the whole house to ourselves and I
didn't want to waste it.


6.

Touch football turned to beers, and beers turned to getting high, because
in Washington state pot is legal, and no way were the bros going to pass
that up.  In fact it was half the reason they were here, the other half
being connecting with Brodie.

Early evening brought more food on the grill, and Brodie said we couldn't
leave then, just a bite to eat to be polite and we could hit the next
ferry.  I was getting pouty and angry because, to be honest, disappointment
is the hardest thing in the world for me, and even though there is no one
who brings me as much joy in life as Brodie, he's also my biggest risk of
disappointment.

Sometimes I wish we'd never started this thing.  It's like his easy going
ways bring out the worst in me, to balance him out.  On my own I just do my
thing and I'm always punctual and organized, but never angry about it, even
though I sound like a total scold.  But you throw Brodie in the mix, and I
become the fuming person checking my watch, wondering why he's 5 minutes,
10 minutes, 20 minutes late.

I knew you'd do this to me, I'd say, why can't you just do what you said
you would do, is that so hard?  He'd blow it off, and give me that smile
and a kiss on the cheek, and say I love you babe, let's go get beers.  And
we would, and because I would never think to go get beers sitting there
with him I'd feel almost like a bro myself.

We'd shoot the shit and then he'd give me the look, take me home and fold
his beefy body around mine and smother the unrest raging in me, leaving
just an ember and my gratitude to have him in my life.

By nightfall the substances at the bro reunion were flowing freely, and the
four guys were roaring with laughter and riffing through college memories I
couldn't begin to keep pace with.  Our Saturday night was not going to
happen, I could see it, ands I was already scripting my I-told-you-so
litany.


7.

I guess it was Lane who started it.  The guys were recounting some sex
escapade from junior year, and Lane was mimicking one of Brodie's college
girlfriends, straddling Brodie's lap, gyrating his hips and moaning in a
falsetto voice.  But he didn't stop there.

Lane leaned over and put his lips to Brodie's and kissed him, and Brodie
kissed him back.  Lane spread his hands over Brodie's chest, and the guys
moved in.  It only took a few minutes before shorts were dropped and boners
were out.

Lane was sucking on Brodie's tits, making him groan and spread his legs
which cued Adam to go down on Brodie's cock, swallowing it whole. Tanner
leaned in to kiss Brodie, whose mouth was open with pleasure from all the
attention lavished on his tits and cock, and I felt my world collapse.

They moved into what must have been familiar roles, and it was as if I
wasn't there at all. Adam, the lifter, straddled Brodie next and lowered
his muscular ass to take in Brodie's big cock, lubed by Adam's own
blowjob. "Fuck me like you did that one time," he said, and Brodie started
to pile drive him.  Lane and Tanner watched and stroked their own cocks,
waiting their turns.

By the time Brodie was on his feet he was taking turns fucking Adam and
then little Lane, while Tanner's held him from behind, clutching at his
chest from behind and even fingering his asshole making Brodie roll his
eyes and moan.

They were at it so hard, in a way so different than Brodie and I did it,
which was almost always slow and gentle.  They were all sweating and
grabbing, taking whatever they wanted and I was amazed at how hard Brodie
slammed his dick up into Adam and Lane.  But the big shock was when Tanner
bent Brodie over and worked his cock into Brodie's hole.

I can't say Brodie never bottomed, but it wasn't his thing.  He seemed to
make an exception for Tanner though, clutching at his ass cheeks as he
grunted and let his buddy's cock drive deep into him, Tanner then grinding
away at his beefy butt.

I choked up and left.


8.

I was betrayed in every way and my heart was sore.  I looked around in the
cabin for the keys to the truck we drove in on, but couldn't find them.
They must be in Brodie's shorts pockets, I thought, and just then I could
hear Tanner outside gasping and grunting as he came, no doubt dumping his
load deep up inside Brodie.

I started crying hard and walked out of the cabin to the main road, with
just the clothes on my back and what was in my pockets.  I could still hear
the guys whooping and hollering.

I didn't even know there'd be a bus, but after about fifteen minutes
walking, one turned up.  It pulled up next to me on the black road, its
blue light illuminating the rural road.

"Do you go to the ferry station?" I asked.

"Straight shot through," the driver said.

"What's it cost?  I don't have any change."

"Free service," she said, and I climbed on.

From there to the ferry, all I could think of was Brodie and his college
friends.

I could see Brodie fucking Adam, who I think was a little in love with him,
Adam shooting his load, and then Lane, getting thrown on his back by
Brodie, being manhandled in a way Brodie never would do with me.  I could
see Brodie cumming up inside Lane, while Tanner held him from behind,
absorbing the quakes of Brodie's eruption.  And then Lane down on his
knees, cleaning off Brodie's spent cock, sucking whatever cum was left in
his balls.

It all played out in my head in different variations, like a movie I
couldn't stop.


9.

I texted Brodie from the ferry.  "When you get home we can talk about
breaking up."

Sobs ripped through me.  I didn't know what I'd do without him. I didn't
know how I could live knowing he was out there with other guys, maybe girls
too, shrugging me off so quickly without a care in the world.

But I knew I couldn't live like this, either, feeling so vulnerable to
Brodie's impulsiveness.  It wasn't his fault, he wasn't malicious, it was
just his nature, and it was my nature to care too much and to feel too
possessive.  Our relationship was a mistake we never should have made, I
never should have made, and I was paying the price for it.

Our Wallingford neighborhood home was empty. I'd half wondered if Brodie
would have rushed home somehow to find me, even though I didn't see how he
could have.  In fact he hadn't even responded to my text, or called at all.
Did he even know I was gone?  Did he even remember me through the
intoxication of attention and muscle and sweat and cum?

I drank wine straight from a bottle in the refrigerator, and went upstairs
to bed, clutching my phone in case Brodie tried to reach me.  But he
didn't, and I drifted off into a sleep as black as the night.


10.

I woke slowly to Brodie's warm kisses on my naked back.

"Hey," he whispered, "there you are?"

"Where were you?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes again.

"I was on the last ferry after you," he told me, "but it's the late one, it
runs the loop to Southworth before it even gets to Seattle.  It took a long
time."

"You didn't call or text."

"How could I?  You were talking crazy about breaking up.  I had to see
you."

"Why?" I asked, my heart rising in my throat.

"So I could do this."

He kissed me long and slow, and held me so hard I couldn't get away if I
tried.

"We shouldn't do this," I said, trying to find my resolve, "you should be
free so you can go, fuck, go be with your bros or whatever you call them."

"Timmy, you're the only bro I've got.  You're it, for life."

It was so hard to not cry at his words.  It was all I wanted, but so
difficult to believe.

"Don't worry about those douchebags," he said, then kissed my shoulders and
running his rough hands over them, the alternating harsh and soft
sensations easing me to the core.

His kisses descended down my back, and then he pried open my ass cheeks to
expose my soft hole to his eager tongue.  No one loved eating ass like
Brodie, and I always thought the women of the world suffered a real loss
when he started taking up with guys if he ate pussy with half as much vigor
as he did ass.

I don't know why, but I was laughing between moans as his tongue opened me
up, tickling inside my sphincter, probing deeper than I'd expect a tongue
to reach.  I was so ready when he rested his whole weight on me and his
cockhead nudged into my wet hole, then spreading me open for the full
length of his fat cock.

Brodie drove moans out of my body without warning, the most purely
thoughtless moments of my life.  His rough hands groped at me, he kissed
and bit the back of my neck and his thick legs spreading mine apart to
drive deeper into me.

"Don't ever do that to me again," I whispered, "I can't take it if you do."

"I never will," he lied, if it's a lie to say something you believe in the
moment, and drove his hot tongue into my ear as his hips beat against my
ass.

I couldn't see him on my back, but I knew his body so well I could imagine
his ass rising high to drive his length into me again and again, driving my
own sorrow and cum out of me and into the mattress, not even touching
myself, and then his breathless gasps as he erupted and shoved his own
semen into me, pummeling it in with his powerful body.

"I love you bro," he said, his cock pulsing inside me, "don't ever leave
me."

"I won't," I said, believing it with my whole heart.


11.

Our parents arrived home the next morning, as planned.

"What did you boys get up to?" asked Mom.

"Not a lot," Brodie said, snuggling up next to mom, so affectionate. "Just
some college friends were staying on Vashon and we hung out."

"YOU went to Vashon?" Dad asked me, "You hate ferries."

"I still do," I said, "more than ever."

Dad mussed Brodie's curly brown hair, and said, "I don't know how you get
Timmy to do these things," referring to my famous stubbornness.

"Brotherly love," said Brodie, smiling at me like I was the sun in the sky,
"just brotherly love."



END