Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2007 20:10:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: itchmay83@yahoo.com
Subject: 36 Hours Ago

So it's 4:42 on a Saturday afternoon. I'm sitting in my friend Aaron's
apartment, on his black Wal-Mart futon with its cracker thin cushion,
spacing out. There's got to be bar marks running across my butt, this thing
is so uncomfortable. Somebody on TV is trying to sell me a blender that
when flipped upside down turns into a cup for the stuff you just
blended. I've been sitting like this since I got up this morning. I took
breaks for food and occasionally I'd look at my phone when it would
ring. Its rung a lot today, but it's been the same person, except one call,
my brother called me around one I think. At least that's what the clock I
broke by throwing my cell phone at it says. Right now I've got an empty
pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream in my left hand, funny thing is I
don't really remember getting up to get it or for that matter eating it.

"Ethan" I look up towards the living room doorway.  Aaron's standing there
in a tight black t-shirt and a pair of faded X2 jeans. I must look pathetic
because his face has that look of someone who wants to help but doesn't
know what to do. He tried talking to me today but I just ignored him.

"Jeremy and I are going to go run some errands and get some dinner." I
grunt in response. "You want anything." He paused but I don't respond,
"Okay, well see you later". He turns back to the front door, to his ever
loving Jeremy. Why can't I find a Jeremy?

I get up to throw away the empty ice cream container. I look down and see a
streak of melted chocolate on my t-shirt. "Aw shit." Whatever, it's not
like I need to impress anyone. But I can't help myself; I get a paper towel
and scrubbed at the stain with a little cold water and dish soap. Stupid
relationships. I'm twenty five, I'm attractive, I'm funny, and I'm smart,
right now I should be getting ready for a night out on the town. I should
be living it up enjoying my youth. Tomorrow I should be waking up next to
the guy I picked up in some dance club or bar. But none of that is going to
happen not for a long long time. My cell starts to ring. I walk back into
the living room and look at the name "Tag". "Stop calling!" I say
frustrated. If I weren't such a masochist I'd have turned my phone off but,
no, I got to see him call. If this were 36 hours ago I would have been more
than happy to pick up that phone and talk.

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The sound of some god awful country song erupts from the alarm clock
announcing it's time to get up and go to work. Tag rolls around and reaches
for the snooze button. I stretch to wake up my body. As much as I'd love to
snuggle up to Tag and go back to sleep I can't; works calling me. I get up
and make my way to the bathroom. I undress and step into the shower. I love
taking showers, they are so refreshing, and it energizes me for the
day. The day doesn't start until I've had a shower, I'd stay in my pajamas
all day if I didn't have one. I submerge my head under the stream of hot
flowing water. I close my eyes and start to rub a bar of soap all over my
body. I can feel streams of water flowing down my chest and over my smooth
stomach, little rivers rolling down my skin. I think about what I'm going
to do today, thankfully its Friday so if I just hold on for the day, at the
end it will be the weekend and Tag and can go out and have some fun
tonight. My cock jumps with anticipation of what we are going to do. I slid
my hand down and started to massage myself, tugging on my balls. My penis
starts to grow in my grip

My thoughts are disrupted by the sound of the toilet seat hitting the
tank. Following that is the sound of Tag pissing. I pull my hand away from
my dick and continued to clean myself; after all I still had to go to
work. Almost simultaneously I hear and feel the toilet flush. The cold
water hits me hard and fast. My balls call an immediate retreat into my
body. I jump back and yell out, "Bastard!" There is a loud laugh in
response. I stand for the next thirty seconds at the edge of the shower
waiting for the warm water to return.  Goose bumps pop up on my
skin. There's no doubt I'm wide wake now. Once the tank is done filling up
I reach out to feel if the shower has warmed up. I step back into the
stream and continue to take my shower. I reach for some shampoo and start
to lather up my curly brown hair. Some shampoo rolls into my eye and I
close them from the sting. That's when I hear the shower curtain start to
open. A hand reaches out and starts to rub my back. I turn around and tilt
my head back into the show stream so I can get the soap out of my eyes and
hair. Standing before me is a naked Tag wearing a self satisfied smirk and
the look of someone who's got devious plans in mind. His deep green eyes
bore into me.  He runs his hands down my chest, raking my skin and pinching
at my nipples. I love the feeling of his smooth hands against my skin, he's
firm but gentle. I sighed to show my gratitude. I take in the sight before
me. My gorgeous boyfriend, all six feet of a beautiful corn feed Midwestern
boy. I'm taller but he's bigger, I'm a stick of a person: tall and
thin. Tag's body is perfect. He isn't huge, he's proportional. His chest is
round and solid, his arms bulge showing a strong bicep when not even
flexing, he has a nice round butt, and a taught abdomen that's been
developed from the miles upon miles he runs a week.  The one thing I
couldn't miss as I looked at him was the beautiful hard part of his body
sticking straight out at me, calling my eyes to look at it and my mind to
go wild.

	He grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards him. His lips touched
mine and he pushes his tongue into my mouth. His dick gets caught between
our bodies; it was ridged and slipped along my wet abdomen, sending the
nerves in my skin on fire. The water pounded against my back. I pull away
from our kiss. His green eyes look at me. "Tag, I can't I have to get to
work, I'm going to be late." He doesn't respond. He just smiles at me and
the hand that been on my back makes it's way to my butt. I feel a finger
graze over my tight hole. His finger pushes against my puckered skin and he
enters me. His slender digits massage my insides, searching for the good
spot. Tag new if he worked fast enough he could turn me into putty,
completely submissive to his beautiful hands. I felt his finger hit me
right and I shivered in pleasure. Tag pulls me back into him and more
forcefully kisses me. He left my mouth and started kissing my neck, sucking
on my skin.  He nibbled his way to my ear. In a low whisper, he says to me,
"Don't worry Ethan, you won't be very late." He spins me around and presses
me up against the shower wall.  My back is completely exposed to him. I
couldn't get away, and I don't want to. I push my ass towards him telling
him I want him inside me.

	My heart had started beating faster and my breath become
heavier. His hands were all over my body searching every inch and sending
waves and waves of pleasure over me. Tag closes in on me; I feel the head
of his cock push against by hole. I relax to let him in. Slowly I feel the
head make its way in, my mind is screaming. His arm circles my chest and
presses us together. The rest of his dick slides into me, he is resting
against my back, I whimper. He waits for a second to let me feel and adjust
to having him inside me. That big piece of man meat filled me up, I was in
heaven. Tag pulls back slowly exiting my chute, just before he is
completely gone he pushes back in, I moan in appreciation. Slowly he picks
up speed, in and out. His thighs smack against my ass. He starts grunting
as he works faster. He pulls back on my hair, making me arch my back
allowing him to enter deep into me. It is a frenzy of flesh and
sensation. He did this for a couple of minutes. Never letting up and
sending me into the clouds.

He releases my hair and slows his pace, he makes slow deliberate
strokes. His breath is heavy. He makes me long for his dick. It is a tease;
switching from the intense fast past pleasure to a slow burning
feeling. Tag reaches around to my aching dick; it is standing at attention
waiting for his warm hand. His fingers encircle my organ and matches pace
with his thrusts. I can't help it any more, "Tag please I need it." He had
been waiting to hear that; a sign of my complete submission to him. He
picks up his pace again, if possible he is thrusting faster, each time the
head of his dick hits my prostate, making me weak from the sensation. The
noise escaping our bodies is animalistic. The hand on my dick keeps pace
with the thrusts and between the two I know I won't last more than a couple
of more seconds. I feel his body start to tense up against me. I know he is
close.  He lowers his mouth to my shoulder. I could feel his teeth against
my skin. He thrusts deep into my body and starts to bite my shoulder. Each
thrust he goes deeper and bites harder, until he slams into my hole one
final time and lets out a moan. I could feel the hot juice being unloaded
in my body; my dick reacts and rope after rope of cum shoots onto the
shower wall. My ass flexes with each shot, squeezing Tags dick tighter and
tighter, Tag shivers against me.

We stay like that for a little bit, in the after orgasm peace, his dick
buried inside me and the wall supporting both our bodies. He pulls out of
me and I turn around to see his face.  He leans into kiss me
again. Intermingled in our kisses he says, 'Ethan, you'd better hurry or
you're going to be late for work." I laugh.

We finish the shower together, but as I'm dressing for work, Tag gets back
under the covers. The life of a grad student apparently doesn't start until
after 9. I go over to him and kiss him good bye and tell him I'll see him
around 4:30.

The day goes by slowly. It's hard to top the morning I had. I have a two
hour meeting before lunch, corporate America at it's finest. We spend
twenty minutes discussing the proper wording to use when describing our
control process. I think my brain checked out the second the meeting
started. Images of what Tag and I were going to do to one another later
that night filled in the space.

After lunch the clock simply stops all forward motion. The place was dead,
it seemed like everyone had the day off except me. I could see the sun
outside shinning bright. Spring was finally asserting itself, the
temperature was supposed to be around 70, but since I had been inside all
day I had no way to know for sure.

As I sat looking blankly at the file on my screen I decided I wasn't going
to get anything done and I should just go home. I have tons of vacation
stored up and Tag and I could go for a run, play tennis, or just hang out
in the park on a blanket. He taught a class at 10:30 on Friday but that was
it so he should be home by now. I walk into my boss' office and announce I
am taking a half day. All she says is see you on Monday. I was out of that
place in not time flat.

A brief moment of romanticism over takes me as I am driving home. I pull
into the parking lot of a flower shop. I go in and buy a single red rose;
I'd give it to him as I pull him in for a hello kiss.

Tag's car is in the driveway, and I park right behind him. I go up to the
back door of the house, which leads into the kitchen. The kitchen is a
mess, but it's always been like that.  We are redoing the whole thing, when
I bought the place the kitchen looked like it had been transported in from
a 1970's sitcom, actually the whole house did but this was the only room
that a can of paint couldn't fix. Tag and I have been working on it
together for the past year; we are pretty close to getting it done. With
the help of the people from the local hardware store and some cheap labor
from my younger brother it's turned out well so far. The employees of the
hardware stores are great at convincing you you can do anything, thankfully
my brother has been there to help, going to college to become an
electrician has turned him into the ultimate handyman.

I notice that the coffee pot is still on. It is halfway full with its dark
black brew. I hate the stuff but Tag swears by it. I walk over and turn it
off drop everything I'm carrying on the counter, except my rose. The house
is quite. I assume Tag is studying. So I go down into the basement to his
office, but all the lights are off. So I patrol the first floor to see if
he is in the bathroom or guest room. He isn't anywhere. So I head up the
stairs to our bedroom.  Half way up I start to hear some muffled moans and
grunts, eerily similar to what I remembered hearing this morning. My heart
just drops and my brain goes into denial mode, "It's not what you think,
it's probably just the TV." I walk up the rest of the steps and turn to my
bedroom. The door is partially closed and the sounds coming out are louder
and more urgent. My hand is trembling, not in a good way, as I grab the
door and push it open. At the edge of the bed is the backside of someone
thrusting their ass in and out. All I can see of the other person is the
bottom of their feet propped up on the shoulders of the guy standing. The
noises continue to emit from the ball of flesh completely obliviously to
me. I know that's Tag ass thrusting in and out, I'd be able to pick that
thing out of a line of a hundred different asses. The question of the
moment is who's playing me this time. It's a minute before I even know what
to do, should I scream or just wait? Finely, I just clear my thoughts and
say softly, "Excuse me."

Tags head whips around to face me in a second. There is a look of shock and
fear on his face. I'm not too concerned about that I want to see what
bastards worth cheating on me for. Whoever he is he knows he's caught
because he grabs for the covers to hide. For whatever reason that gives me
the energy to move, I drop the rose I've been giving the death grip to, and
I march over to the bed to pull the covers away. Tag tries to get between
me and the bed but I shove him out of the way, he stumbles back towards the
dresser. I grab the covers and tear them away from the hiding body. I could
see his face, and I freeze, the shock hits me, I am actually at a new level
of shock, one higher than seeing my boyfriend cheating. The room seems to
stand still. The face looking at me starts to cry. I turn to Tag and he
wouldn't look at me. I scream at him, "My, fucking brother!"

I don't wait for a response, I run out of the room, crushing the rose on
the floor under my feet. I practically trip myself as I go down the
stairs. At the bottom I'm not quite sure what to do. I head towards the
kitchen and see my keys. I've just got to get out of here. I turn to head
towards the back door and standing naked in front of me is Tag, his dick is
still erect sticking straight out at me. It's like it's mocking me. I gag
seeing him like that.

"Ethan, I can explain." The only thing he could do right in that moment
that would make me happy is to suddenly disappear. Talking is not what I
want.

I rush past him without saying a word. I see his hand stretch out to try to
grab me but he draws back quickly realizing that won't work. I jump in my
car and peel out of my driveway. I'm at the end of the block and the tears
start to flow down my cheek. I manage to drive myself to Aaron's. Tears are
streaming down my face as I knock on the door.  Aaron answers, takes one
look at me and extends out his arms. I fall into them and just cry.

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My phone rings again. I look at it, Tag's name pops up on the screen. I
just watch it ring.  A few seconds later my voice mail beeps. This is the
first time he's left a message.  Despite my better judgment I call my box
to listen to it. The mechanical female voice informs me I have one new
message. There's a bit of silence then I hear a faint voice say, "Please
talk to me." There's another pause and then "I'm sorry". The message
ends. I can't take it. I turn off my phone and the TV. I pull a cover off
the back of the futon and wrap myself in it. I don't have the energy to
keep my eyes open so I just close them and try to fall asleep.

When I wake up the sun is setting. The apartment has gotten dark and it
takes my eyes some time to adjust. I wasn't sure what had wakened me up
until I hear a knock at the door. Forgetting where I was I go towards the
noise to see who is there. I grab for the door knob and unlock the door. I
pull open the door. Starring back at me in the evening light is those damn
eyes.


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