Brad’s Search : Part 28

I hang around the house Sunday. Work is about to get very mentally exhausting, so I need all the relaxation I can get in the meantime.

As promised, James rings around mid-afternoon.

“Hey James!”

“Hey there, cutie.”

“Have fun at the party last night?”

“Oh, absolutely. But I can’t wait to get back to Seattle.”

“I’ll see if I can work my magic and speed up time.”

“Please.” James chuckles. “Anything interesting going on over there?”

“Not really. I did run into Derek yesterday though at the gym.”


“Yeah. He apologized for the whole misunderstanding earlier.”

“Well that’s good. You two talk about anything else?”

“He opened up a little about his personal life, including that special thing you know how to do with your tongue.”

I hear the most devilish laugh on the other end. “You do know that’s the reason he’s still with his girlfriend, right?”

“Yeah, he told me that. Anyway, he and I made plans to hang out Friday night and maybe go to a bar, if that’s OK with you.”

“Of course it’s OK. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just figured I’d ask, since we’re dating and all.”

“Brad, you don’t have to ask my permission to hang out with other guys. I’m not like that. Plus, with me being out of town, I don’t want you getting bored out of your mind.”

* * * * *

Just as I had predicted, work is mentally taxing - all five days of the week. There’s only so much running I can do to clear my mind - but I give it one last chance on Friday. I head home after my run, shower, and get dressed to go out. I call Derek.

“Hey Brad. We still going out tonight?”

“Yeah. I wanted to know where we should meet.”

“I live right in Capitol Hill. How about I text you my address? You can park in front of my place, and then we can head from there.”

“That sounds good. See you soon!”

I hang up, and a few seconds later, my phone buzzes with Derek’s address. I check the map and then head out.

Getting to his place is pretty easy. I park and step out. Derek emerges from his house wearing a tight-fitting blue button-down shirt and black slacks.

I wolf-whistle at him. “My, my. Don’t you look sharp!”

“You look pretty good yourself.”

“Thanks. So, what did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking of Madison Pub. How does that sound?”

“Fine by me.”

We start heading to the bar.

“So Derek, do you live with anyone?”

“Yeah. My girlfriend and I live together.”

“And she’s OK with you going to gay bars with strangers?”

“I wouldn’t call you a stranger. I think we got to know each other real well at the gym.” He lightly taps my ass. “Plus, James has a good head on his shoulders. If he hasn’t run away from you by now, you’re most likely not a serial killer or anything.”

We continue walking the next few blocks and getting to know each other, and then we round the corner and head into the bar. I hold the door open for him.

“Thanks, Brad.”

“No problem.”

“So, can I get you anything?”

“Oh, please. Drinks are on me.”

“That’s OK. You don’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I used to be a poor college student, too. Now I’m just a poor college graduate. But I have the degree, so that means drinks are on me. You can buy for your graduation party. Deal?”

“Deal. In that case, a Sex on the Beach, please.”

“Wow, you don’t waste any time, do you?”

I walk up to the bar and get our drinks. We sit at the bar and keep getting to know each other while we order drink after drink after drink. Soon we’re both feeling verrry relaxed and are having a pretty good time.

All of a sudden a really jammin’ song comes on and I get all excited. I grab Derek’s hands. “Oh my God I love this song!!!”

“Meeee toooo!!! Come on, let’s dance!”

It takes us some effort to get up and move to the dance floor, but we get there eventually. Derek and I look into each other’s eyes as we dance. We nudge closer and closer to each other. I place my hands on his sides while he has his hands on my hips. A new song begins playing, and our hands move lower and lower until we’re practically groping each other’s hips, ass, and upper thighs. Derek spins around and backs up into me, and I grip his hips as we bump and grind against each other to the beat of the music.

The music switches gears to a slower song, and we slow our dancing to match. Derek leans into me until his head rests on my right shoulder.

“So, Brad, you know about that thing James does with his tongue?”


“And you know how good it feels?”

“I sure do.”

“Wanna learn how to do it?”

I think for a few seconds, and then reach a decision. “Let me go close the tab.”

* * * * *

We stumble back to Derek’s place. He unlocks the door and we head inside. “No need to be quiet. My girlfriend is out of town visiting family.”

I walk to his couch and plop down, mentally exhausted from work and physically exhausted from the alcohol and dancing, but I’m otherwise in a great state of mind and body. Derek sits next to me, places his hand on my chest, and leans closer and closer to me, until our lips make contact.

The alcohol has my head spinning in such a state of bliss. I’m not worried about anything outside of Derek and myself. The feeling of kissing someone is pure ecstasy.

Derek lowers his hand from my chest to my upper thigh and he gives it a squeeze. He then kneels on the floor in front of me, undoes my belt, unzips my pants, and slides them down my legs and onto the floor. He moves his hands back to my upper thighs and massages them. It all feels so wonderful. I’m getting rather hot, so I undo the buttons of my shirt and expose my undershirt. My cock becomes more and more erect and is now straining to get out of my underwear.

Derek hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of my briefs, moves it up and over my hard cock, and slides them down to the floor. He takes my cock in his hand, leans forward, and takes me into his mouth. He moves his head up and down, lashing my cock with his tongue. It all feels so great that I quickly come within inches of orgasm.

“Oh my God! How do you fucking do that?”

He hoists himself up, still fully clothed, and bends down to kiss me. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and moves it in the same motion as a few seconds ago. “It’s simple. Switch pretty quickly between a waving and circular motion, go around the whole shaft, and then pay special attention to the frenulum. Lick right under the ridges of the head. And don’t forget the balls.”

“Wow; that sounds kind of hard to master.”

“It’s not that bad. Wanna give it a shot?”

I nod. He stands straight up in front of me. I take off the rest of my clothes. While he undoes and takes off his shirt, I unhook his belt and pants and let gravity pull them down to the floor. He kicks them to the side, and I grab the waistband of his tight trunks and pull down, exposing his hard dick. I reach my hands behind him, grab his ass, and pull him toward my face. I take him inside.

After a few moans of pleasure, Derek gives me direction. “Try moving your tongue in a circular motion.”

I do as I am told, and he seems satisfied. “OK, try the waving, flapping motion... Back to the circular... Now tongue by the ridges.”

I keep this going for a few minutes, rotating between the different techniques. Derek seems to be enjoying it immensely. I take his dick into my hand and begin jerking him off while I move my mouth to his balls. I lick each one and tongue underneath them, and catch the sweet scent of his asshole. I lightly finger him with my other hand, then return my mouth to his dick. I move my head and my hand along his dick in a synchronized motion, and Derek gets closer and closer to orgasm. I pull my mouth off of him and jerk him off to the finish.

“Oh, God, Brad. Fuck, man.”

He spurts and spurts onto my bare chest while he lets out moans of pleasure. His orgasm eventually finishes and his breathing gets closer to normal.

“So, did I pass the class?”

“With highest fucking honors.”

A few dribbles of cum ooze from his dick. I lean forward and lap them up with my tongue.

“All right, time to finish you off.”

He kneels down and takes my cock inside him again. He furiously moves his mouth and hand up and down, just like I had done to him. I get closer and closer, and eventually reach my own orgasm. I explode all over my chest and torso.

Derek leaps up, heads to the bathroom, and grabs a towel. As I’m still relishing in orgasmic bliss, he wipes down my chest, torso, and cock. When my breathing returns to normal, he grabs my hands and leads me to the bedroom, where we both collapse onto his bed. We crawl underneath a blanket and fall asleep in each other’s arms.