After two days he finally got the call. Tim wanted to hang out again and go swimming. Oh the thoughts Oliver has about slipping bathing suit down to his ankles, and sucking him in the locker room. Yes was the answer. He couldn’t wait to feel his wet tanned body against his own. Because Oliver had the membership to the pool, Tim asked if it was ok to bring someone along. Oliver didn’t mind at all. He didn’t have that many gay friends growing up because he found them to be bitchy and the ones in their town were all about drama. So if he was a friend of Tim’s, then he was sure this guy would be just fine.
Brandon was his name. A shorter, average body type of guy. He seemed a little trashy…but kind of in a hot way. Brandon, as Tim introduced him, was his new boyfriend.
Oliver didn’t know what to say when he heard this news. They had had such a great connection two nights ago when they were together. He thought that they might end up dating, or even fucking. All erotic thoughts dashed in the blink of an eye. Tim had Brandon, and once he was in the picture, he never left.
Suddenly at every rehearsal, Brandon was there. They would show up together and they would leave together. Oliver was furious. It was a bomb that was dropped and kept exploding. Oliver kept it civil and never revealed how hurt he was to Tim. But what he did do, was vent to Abby. Brandon did nothing. All he would do was sit in the audience and watch rehearsals. He would never speak to anyone. He just sat there like this cloud of reminder that Oliver didn’t have Tim.
One day though, Abby pointed something out. “Oliver. Brandon keeps looking over here.”
Not believing her, Oliver looked over and saw that Brandon was staring at him. “That is so weird”, Oliver said.
Every few minutes, Oliver looked over and sure enough, Brandon would be staring at him and then look away. For some reason, this turned him on. That silent bad boy type had always been Oliver’s fantasy, but never his reality. Something about the way he stared made Oliver want to hang out with him more and be closer to him. Something also made him think that this could be the best way to get back at Tim for betraying him. Thoughts began to pour into his mind. He was furious with Tim. Brandon just irritated him because he had something Oliver wanted. But he also left Oliver curious. Something aroused him. Everything after that night happened so quickly. One night, the three of them went out together to go see a movie, and it changed everything.
King Arthur was the movie. A stunningly beautiful film, but boring as fuck. Oliver wasn’t too upset, as he went with other intensions. The three being the ones in the theatre had their pick of where they wanted to sit. Tim sitting on the left, Brandon in the middle, and Oliver sat on the right side of Brandon. As the movie progressed, Oliver slowly lifted his finger up toward Brandon’s hand, which was sitting on the arm rest. Briefly and ever so gently, Oliver’s fingers brushed Brandon’s. Within a few seconds Brandon returned the movement. VICTORY! What Oliver wanted had happened. Brandon was having sex with Oliver right next to his boyfriend. The thought of knowing that Tim was right there and could see at any moment just made this deed even more arousing.
What began to run through his mind was a song called “Don’t You Wish”. The lyrics made perfect sense for this exact moment.
“Don’t you wish, that only for a night or two. All the things I love do . Oh temptations calling you. Don’t you wish, that you could leave your woman’s arms. Capture you with all my charms. Just to have my way with you.”
Throughout out the rest of the film, the two’s hands fondled each other. Touching so innocently, but making his minds think dirty things, Oliver’s pants began to get a little tight. He was so aroused by the thought of Brandon and the idea of the song coming to life. He was dark and mysterious, and most of all, he had a boyfriend. Oliver had to stop or else he was never going to be able to hide his erection any longer. But he couldn’t stop doing it. This slight touch just sent electricity all through his body. That was it. He had to get out of there or he was going to cum in the seat. He got up quickly to relieve himself. He was about to explode from excitement. Those slight touches and all those thoughts were getting him hornier and hornier. He needed to get off now.
As he walked into the bathroom, the one stall in the bathroom was occupied. So Oliver had to make a choice. He could either wait for this guy in the stall to leave, or let himself explode in the corner urinal. He had to do it. Right before he made his way the urinal, the door opened, and through the mirror Oliver could see Brandon walking in.
He didn’t know what to say. They stared at each other in the mirror with just silence. The aching silence. A sexual tension that was so strong, there was know way to break it unless they acted on it. Both had the same thoughts running through their heads. Passion, desire, and need were all they wanted. But then a silence that felt like lasted forever was broken by a flush and an older gentleman walking out of the stall. The two guys walked themselves over to the urinals to not seem conspicuous. The man began talking on his cell phone as the two were pining for each other the adjacent urinals. A thin piece of wood separated them and this man was keeping them from letting their bodies touch. “JUST LET THIS MAN LEAVE”, Oliver begged in his head, and finally he did.
The two moved back from their urinals and once again were looking at each other. But this time, face to face. Suddenly, Brandon grabbed hold Oliver shirt and pulled him into him. The two began to kiss passionately. They basically fell into the stall. As fast as Oliver could lock it, Brandon had gotten Oliver’s pants down. Already heading south, Brandon’s mouth took Oliver’s dick and began to suck it. He had a tongue ring, Oliver had discovered. Never before had a blowjob felt this good. The metal against the tip of his head. The thrusting of his own hips, and the bobbing of Brandon’s head were to much. He pulled Brandon up and turned him around. He basically ripped his pants off. There was no being careful. This was passionate animalistic sex. Oliver, who’s dick was already lubed from Brandon’s mouth , put his hand around his throbbing shaft, and entered Brandon. There was no time. They couldn’t stay in here long. Tim would start to suspect. So Oliver went in and out as hard and as fast as possible. He was so tight and it made Oliver crazy. They were panting and grunting. Brandon reached around and grabbed Oliver’s ass and pushed him deeper into him. Before Oliver knew it, he was about to cum. He couldn’t hold it any longer. As he was pulling out, Brandon turned back around took Oliver’s dick into his mouth. Oliver began to moan. He was about cum. Like an eruption of senses, Oliver came harder than he ever had before. Shooting more and more shots, Brandon swallowed each and everyone. Oliver, so exhausted from this had to lean against the door to keep from falling over. Panting and sweating, the two looked at each other with hunger in their eyes.