Brad checked his GPS to make sure he was still on the correct route. It showed that he was and that he would be arriving at his destination in 10 minutes. He was excited, as evidenced by the erection he was sporting in his jeans. Just 10 more minutes and he would be at the gay bar he found online.
His encounter with Chuck, and subsequently Ron, sparked a fire in Brad. The thrill of hooking up with a random guy that he met in person, and then getting used by two guys, was exhilarating, and he needed more of it.
He'd exchanged numbers with Chuck, and the trucker told him that he would arrange something special for Brad at a bath house. However, this wouldn't happen for another week or two because Chuck had a very busy delivery schedule. (Look out for this bath house scene in a later chapter!)
One to two weeks was a long time though, and Brad had to scratch the itch. He wanted to pick up a stranger and hook up with them. He was still too worried about getting found out though, so he looked for a place that was out of town. He ended up choosing a gay bar called Olives n Lemons, which was about an hour and a half drive out of town.
He arrived at his destination and head through the door. The place was pretty dimly lit, and was playing mellow music. He got nervous when most of the people checked him out as he made his way to the bar. He was used to having all eyes on him whenever he entered the room because he was so attractive. It never bothered him before, why would it? But this time, he was at a gay bar and putting his secret at risk of being discovered.
He took a deep breath and reminded himself that he was way out of town and that even if he shouted his name out, no one would know who he was. Having shaken off his nerves, Brad sat down at the bar and ordered a beer, then scoped the place out.
The bar had a pretty diverse clientele, which was always a good thing. However, almost everyone was with a group. This wasn't unusual, as even Brad himself always went to bars and clubs with friends and never alone, but this meant that his options were limited because he did not have it in himself to try to approach someone who was with a group.
There was however, one guy that Brad saw who was alone and his "type", if you could call it that. Brad gauged him to be in his 50s, was about as tall as himself, and had a dad bod. He gave himself a quick little pep talk internally and then walked over to the man.
He reached the man, said hello and introduced himself. The man was too stunned to speak and took a few seconds to respond, but eventually managed to say hello back and introduce himself as Joseph.
This was the first time Brad had ever done this, and was anxious as fuck. To help himself cope, he tuned out everyone and everything other than Joseph. If he hadn't, he might have noticed that most everyone was looking at them, wondering why a looker like Brad was chatting up some random middle aged man.
It wasn't long before they decided to head out to a nearby motel. This was a huge relief for Brad because he didn't want to stay in this place any longer than he had to and risk being seen by someone he knew. However, on the way out, he caught the eye of a man that he hadn't seen earlier. He was in the corner of the bar and was not within sight of where Brad was sitting. The man was obscenely fat and seemed vaguely familiar.
Panic started to build up inside Brad, but he was able to brush it aside, reminding himself that he was so far out of town that it was extremely unlikely that anyone from home was there. Besides, he didn't have any friends that were middle-aged obese men, so the chances that it was someone he knew were really slim.
They agreed that Brad would drive them in his car while Joseph navigated them to the motel. It was only a short drive away, around seven minutes, but Brad was so eager for it that he put his right hand in Joseph's pants and started giving him a hand job.
He was beginning to regret his decision to drive. He chose to do so because it gave him more control of the situation and helped ease his anxiety over what he was doing. But right now, Brad really wished they had taken Joseph's car instead so that instead of a hand job, he could be giving him a blow job. It would only have been for a short time, but the idea of sucking him while they were on the road was really hot. He didn't fret about it though, and soon they arrived at the motel.
They went to the front office to get a room, and the guy manning the desk gave Brad a cheeky look. This motel was near the gay bar, and some other regular bars, which meant that a lot of the people that checked in were there to fuck. So the man was giving him that look because he knew that he and Joseph were there to fuck. He probably even thought that Brad was an escort, given the disparity of their looks.
Brad's face got red from embarrassment, but at the same time his dick got hard in his pants. This was exactly what he wanted. Joseph had actually offered to go to the front office by himself while Brad waited in the car so that he would not have to be seen with him, but Brad insisted on going together.
The truth was that he wanted to be seen with Joseph. He wanted the guy at the desk to know that he was going to be fucked by this unattractive old guy. Having someone know this turned him on so much, for as long as it wouldn't expose him to people he knew.
This little interaction got his blood pumping, especially to his dick. That Joseph squeezed his ass on their way out, directly in the motel attendant's line of sight, only made it hotter.
They made their way to the room and immediately started making out intensely upon entering. They stripped each other's clothes off within seconds and were on the bed, kissing and licking all over each others' bodies.
Both Brad and Joseph got startled when Joseph's phone started ringing, and temporarily put their lovemaking on pause. Joseph turned off his phone and apologized for the disturbance.
"No worries, Daddy. Let's get back to it," Brad said.
He got on top of Joseph, straddling him. He lowered his face to plant a long, deep, and passionate slow kiss.
When Brad ended the kiss, Joseph couldn't help but let out a "Holy shit, man. I don't think I've ever been kissed like that."
Brad just smiled, then began to slowly and gently kiss Joseph's neck, then continued kissing him all the way down until he reached his cock. He took a hold of Joseph's meat in his hand and started swirling his tongue around it's head. Brad then started licking up and down the shaft. Then he started giving the dick wet kisses all around, before going back to swirling his tongue on the head.
All this attention to his dick was making Joseph shiver. And just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Brad slowly took his dick into his mouth, then pulled back up. He went back down again, going further this time, then back up. He repeated this several times, slowly going down and then back up, reaching further along Joseph's dick with each movement, until finally Brad reached the base.
It was at this point where he started to pick up the pace. He started bobbing his head up and down, while still gripping the dick, stroking it in tandem with his sucking. Joseph started letting out profanities and praises, both of which made Brad even hornier.
Brad was going all out on the blowjob now, deep throating him with every motion of his head. Joseph was gripping his head, pushing him down, making sure that he reached the base of his cock each time.
Suddenly, Joseph yelled out "Oh no! Fuck!" and started shaking violently.
Before Brad could react, Joseph's dick began filling his mouth with cum. It was unexpected, but he dutifully sucked and stroked every last drop of cum from the older man. When he was sure he had gotten everything, he looked up at Joseph and opened his mouth so that Joseph could see the cum. Brad swirled and swished it around, and then swallowed it all, then stuck out his tongue to show his now empty mouth.
The dirty old men Brad hooked up with loved seeing their cum in his mouth. It drove them wild seeing such an attractive young stud willing to take their loads, play with it and swallow it. It made them feel so special and powerful. Brad made sure to do it whenever they would cum in his mouth, with the exception of when they blow their loads straight down his throat.
"Fuck man, I'm so sorry about that. That doesn't usually happen to me. You're just so hot, and the blowjob was just fucking amazing. I'm really so sorry. I didn't even get to warn you. I hope you aren't mad," said Joseph.
"Chill out daddy, it's cool. I loved having your cum in my mouth. Besides, this doesn't mean the night is over. I'm sure I can get you going again," answered Brad with a wink.
"Actually, I don't think I can. Please don't hate me, but I have to go."
Brad was so confused. The guy wasn't even that old, and he was sure he could get him hard again. And then he saw the wedding ring on Joseph's finger, and remembered catching a glimpse of two young girls on his phone's wallpaper when he got a call earlier. Brad realized that the guy was married with kids, and now that he'd cum and his libido had gone, that the guilt must have been hitting him hard.
As much as Brad wanted to keep going, he fully understood what it felt like when you've climaxed and all the feelings of guilt and shame come flooding in. He decided to not press Joseph on the issue and call it a night.
It was a lonely and frustrating drive home. Not only did he waste so much time and gas travelling to Olives n Lemons, he also had a case of blue balls thanks to the abrupt end of his encounter with Joseph. Brad decided the best way to cool off and release his pent up energy was to hit the gym for a late night workout.
When he finally reached the gym, he was met with the "closed" sign, with a posted note stating that it was due to a big leak from the pipes being damage. If that wasn't bad enough, Brad's stomach started to grumble.
"Fuck me!" he said out loud.
He then decided to stop head to a café he passed by a few blocks away from the gym instead. Even though everything went to shit tonight, he could at least try to get a good snack before heading home.
He parked at the café, got in, and head for the counter. Brad ordered a sandwich and a diet coke. The place was pretty full even though it was almost midnight, so he took the only table left, which was right next to a really fat man.
Halfway through his sandwich, he accidentally made eye contact with the big fellow at the table beside him, and he froze. It was the fat guy that he thought recognized as he was leaving Olives n Lemons. Seeing him up close, Brad realized he knew who it was.
"Good evening. It's Brad, right?" said the man with a smile.
"Uh, yeah, that's right, Brad. And you're professor Meyer, right?"
"Well yes! I'm surprised you recognize me. And please, we're not on campus, call me Garry" said the fat man.
"It might take a bit of getting used to, calling a professor by his first name, but sure, Garry it is haha. Yeah, my friend Dan is in your class, and I always pass by when it ends because we head to swim training together," Brad explained.
"Yes, that's right. I see you hanging around outside waiting for Dan to be released from the prison that is statistics class," Garry joked.
"Now, I hope I'm not offending you, but I couldn't help but notice seeing you at Olives n Lemons. earlier tonight. I never thought I'd see you there," he continued.
Brad was petrified. He wanted to lie and deny it, but no words were coming to him. He looked like an idiot with his mouth hanging open. His face was now beet red from embarrassment, and not the kind that turned him on, but the kind that crippled him with fear and made him think his life was about to be ruined.
Garry realized Brad was panicking and decided to ease his mind.
"Don't worry Brad, your secret is safe with me. I was bullied my entire life for being gay, among other things, so when I moved here many years ago for my teaching position, I decided to hide that part of myself. I frequent Olives n Lemons because I'm relatively safe from being discovered there. I assume you were there for the same reason?
Garry's words helped Brad stop panicking and start breathing again. He really thought he was done for just then. It's bad enough that he ran into Garry at the club, but then to run into him again right now? What were the fucking chances?
"Uh, well, sort of, yeah," Brad managed to get out.
"Right. Well, I saw you leaving with that gentleman from the bar. Had a pleasant evening, did you?" Garry said, just making conversation.
"Fuck no. The dude accidentally came in my mouth after only like 10 minutes. It turns out he was married with kids, and with his sex drive disappearing post-climax, he felt too guilty to stay any longer. Nothing but blue balls for me tonight," Brad answered.
It was only when he'd finished explaining that he realized how much he just overshared. Garry tried to keep a straight face, but Brad could tell he was shocked that he'd revealed all that. The man was clearly just expecting a simple yes or no type of answer.
"Shit! I can't believe I just blurted all that out. I'm sorry Professor Meyer, I didn't mean to be disrespectful and overstep."
"Not to worry, Brad. No offense taken. I was just not expecting you to share so much given that we've only just officially met. But I'm glad that you felt comfortable enough to do so. And please, I already told you, call me Garry."
"Thanks for being so cool about that."
"Again, not to worry, Brad. What are you doing here anyway? I live a block away, so I usually come by to grab a late night snack, but I've never seen you here. It's so unlikely that we'd bump into each other at Olives n Lemons and here in the same night!"
"Right! I was thinking the exact same thing. It must be fate haha. But yeah, like I said, tonight was a bust, so I decided to hit the gym to release my pent up frustration. But of course, the place was fucking closed. Just my luck. My stomach was growling too, so I dropped by for a sandwich before heading home," said Brad.
"Well, seems like you've had quite the unfruitful evening. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know," Garry answered.
Garry didn't say this with any intention other than common courtesy. He wasn't trying to bait Brad, or expecting him to take his answer seriously, so the look on the stud's face surprised him. Brad's eyes went wide and he looked hopeful and excited for the first time since they'd bumped into each other at this café.
"So, we've established why I was at Olives n Lemons. How about you? I think I saw you with a group for guys. Not there to pick up someone?" Brad asked.
"I was just hanging out with some friends I made from out of town. No hookups for me," Garry replied.
"I see. I totally understand not being into hooking up with people. It's definitely not everyone's cup of tea." Brad said.
"Well, it's not that I'm not into hooking up. Moreso that no one is into hooking up with me haha!" Garry answered.
"Aww. Don't be like that, Garry! I'm sure that's not the case."
"As much as I wish I were just making a self-deprecating joke, the reality of things is that no one wants me. But don't worry, I'm used to it. It doesn't bother me anymore."
"That's not true, there are definitely people that want you" said Brad.
"Trust me, son, it is. The many years of being alone are proof of that. But hey, if you find someone that does want all this, just point me in his direction," Garry answered with a laugh.
Brad leaned in and said in a hushed voice, "Actually, I do know someone. You said you live a block away, right? If you want, he could meet you at your place. He's very close by and would get there the same time as you."
Upon hearing these words, Garry began having what felt like an out of body experience. He was in such shock from what Brad was proposing that he couldn't respond to the stud. But his body would not waste this opportunity and seemed to act on it's own.
Garry stood up and walked out of the café, Brad in tow. They didn't speak at all on the way to Garry's apartment building, nor did they talk while making their way up to his floor. The tension and excitement was palpable.
Once they'd gotten inside and Garry closed the door behind them, Brad was immediately all over him. He pushed Garry against the wall, grabbed his face with both hands and began giving him the biggest, sloppiest kiss of his life. Brad has had many a passionate kisses, but none quite like this.
Their tongues danced with each other like in some kind of mating ritual. They were devouring each other's mouths so much that saliva was flowing freely between them. Brad placed his hands under Garry's shirt and began crawling, feeling his way upwards til he got a hold of the fat man's tits and started squeezing them.
The pressure on his tits only made Garry go harder on their kissing. It was reaching a point where the kisses had gotten so passionate and rough that it was starting to hurt, but that just made it feel even better and neither could get themselves to slow down.
Garry wrapped his arms around Brad and pulled him in tight. Brad felt one of Garry's hands slip inside the back of his pants and squeeze his ass cheek. He started grinding his crotch into Garry to show that he was enjoying it.
When Brad's mouth couldn't handle anymore of the vigorous kissing, he pulled off and started kissing Garry's neck, if you could call it that. When people described someone fat as being a, or having "no neck", that was Garry. It was just like a big ring of fat where his neck should be, or like there was a tire wrapped around his neck.
His encounter with Chuck, and subsequently Ron, sparked a fire in Brad. The thrill of hooking up with a random guy that he met in person, and then getting used by two guys, was exhilarating, and he needed more of it.
He'd exchanged numbers with Chuck, and the trucker told him that he would arrange something special for Brad at a bath house. However, this wouldn't happen for another week or two because Chuck had a very busy delivery schedule. (Look out for this bath house scene in a later chapter!)
One to two weeks was a long time though, and Brad had to scratch the itch. He wanted to pick up a stranger and hook up with them. He was still too worried about getting found out though, so he looked for a place that was out of town. He ended up choosing a gay bar called Olives n Lemons, which was about an hour and a half drive out of town.
He arrived at his destination and head through the door. The place was pretty dimly lit, and was playing mellow music. He got nervous when most of the people checked him out as he made his way to the bar. He was used to having all eyes on him whenever he entered the room because he was so attractive. It never bothered him before, why would it? But this time, he was at a gay bar and putting his secret at risk of being discovered.
He took a deep breath and reminded himself that he was way out of town and that even if he shouted his name out, no one would know who he was. Having shaken off his nerves, Brad sat down at the bar and ordered a beer, then scoped the place out.
The bar had a pretty diverse clientele, which was always a good thing. However, almost everyone was with a group. This wasn't unusual, as even Brad himself always went to bars and clubs with friends and never alone, but this meant that his options were limited because he did not have it in himself to try to approach someone who was with a group.
There was however, one guy that Brad saw who was alone and his "type", if you could call it that. Brad gauged him to be in his 50s, was about as tall as himself, and had a dad bod. He gave himself a quick little pep talk internally and then walked over to the man.
He reached the man, said hello and introduced himself. The man was too stunned to speak and took a few seconds to respond, but eventually managed to say hello back and introduce himself as Joseph.
This was the first time Brad had ever done this, and was anxious as fuck. To help himself cope, he tuned out everyone and everything other than Joseph. If he hadn't, he might have noticed that most everyone was looking at them, wondering why a looker like Brad was chatting up some random middle aged man.
It wasn't long before they decided to head out to a nearby motel. This was a huge relief for Brad because he didn't want to stay in this place any longer than he had to and risk being seen by someone he knew. However, on the way out, he caught the eye of a man that he hadn't seen earlier. He was in the corner of the bar and was not within sight of where Brad was sitting. The man was obscenely fat and seemed vaguely familiar.
Panic started to build up inside Brad, but he was able to brush it aside, reminding himself that he was so far out of town that it was extremely unlikely that anyone from home was there. Besides, he didn't have any friends that were middle-aged obese men, so the chances that it was someone he knew were really slim.
They agreed that Brad would drive them in his car while Joseph navigated them to the motel. It was only a short drive away, around seven minutes, but Brad was so eager for it that he put his right hand in Joseph's pants and started giving him a hand job.
He was beginning to regret his decision to drive. He chose to do so because it gave him more control of the situation and helped ease his anxiety over what he was doing. But right now, Brad really wished they had taken Joseph's car instead so that instead of a hand job, he could be giving him a blow job. It would only have been for a short time, but the idea of sucking him while they were on the road was really hot. He didn't fret about it though, and soon they arrived at the motel.
They went to the front office to get a room, and the guy manning the desk gave Brad a cheeky look. This motel was near the gay bar, and some other regular bars, which meant that a lot of the people that checked in were there to fuck. So the man was giving him that look because he knew that he and Joseph were there to fuck. He probably even thought that Brad was an escort, given the disparity of their looks.
Brad's face got red from embarrassment, but at the same time his dick got hard in his pants. This was exactly what he wanted. Joseph had actually offered to go to the front office by himself while Brad waited in the car so that he would not have to be seen with him, but Brad insisted on going together.
The truth was that he wanted to be seen with Joseph. He wanted the guy at the desk to know that he was going to be fucked by this unattractive old guy. Having someone know this turned him on so much, for as long as it wouldn't expose him to people he knew.
This little interaction got his blood pumping, especially to his dick. That Joseph squeezed his ass on their way out, directly in the motel attendant's line of sight, only made it hotter.
They made their way to the room and immediately started making out intensely upon entering. They stripped each other's clothes off within seconds and were on the bed, kissing and licking all over each others' bodies.
Both Brad and Joseph got startled when Joseph's phone started ringing, and temporarily put their lovemaking on pause. Joseph turned off his phone and apologized for the disturbance.
"No worries, Daddy. Let's get back to it," Brad said.
He got on top of Joseph, straddling him. He lowered his face to plant a long, deep, and passionate slow kiss.
When Brad ended the kiss, Joseph couldn't help but let out a "Holy shit, man. I don't think I've ever been kissed like that."
Brad just smiled, then began to slowly and gently kiss Joseph's neck, then continued kissing him all the way down until he reached his cock. He took a hold of Joseph's meat in his hand and started swirling his tongue around it's head. Brad then started licking up and down the shaft. Then he started giving the dick wet kisses all around, before going back to swirling his tongue on the head.
All this attention to his dick was making Joseph shiver. And just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Brad slowly took his dick into his mouth, then pulled back up. He went back down again, going further this time, then back up. He repeated this several times, slowly going down and then back up, reaching further along Joseph's dick with each movement, until finally Brad reached the base.
It was at this point where he started to pick up the pace. He started bobbing his head up and down, while still gripping the dick, stroking it in tandem with his sucking. Joseph started letting out profanities and praises, both of which made Brad even hornier.
Brad was going all out on the blowjob now, deep throating him with every motion of his head. Joseph was gripping his head, pushing him down, making sure that he reached the base of his cock each time.
Suddenly, Joseph yelled out "Oh no! Fuck!" and started shaking violently.
Before Brad could react, Joseph's dick began filling his mouth with cum. It was unexpected, but he dutifully sucked and stroked every last drop of cum from the older man. When he was sure he had gotten everything, he looked up at Joseph and opened his mouth so that Joseph could see the cum. Brad swirled and swished it around, and then swallowed it all, then stuck out his tongue to show his now empty mouth.
The dirty old men Brad hooked up with loved seeing their cum in his mouth. It drove them wild seeing such an attractive young stud willing to take their loads, play with it and swallow it. It made them feel so special and powerful. Brad made sure to do it whenever they would cum in his mouth, with the exception of when they blow their loads straight down his throat.
"Fuck man, I'm so sorry about that. That doesn't usually happen to me. You're just so hot, and the blowjob was just fucking amazing. I'm really so sorry. I didn't even get to warn you. I hope you aren't mad," said Joseph.
"Chill out daddy, it's cool. I loved having your cum in my mouth. Besides, this doesn't mean the night is over. I'm sure I can get you going again," answered Brad with a wink.
"Actually, I don't think I can. Please don't hate me, but I have to go."
Brad was so confused. The guy wasn't even that old, and he was sure he could get him hard again. And then he saw the wedding ring on Joseph's finger, and remembered catching a glimpse of two young girls on his phone's wallpaper when he got a call earlier. Brad realized that the guy was married with kids, and now that he'd cum and his libido had gone, that the guilt must have been hitting him hard.
As much as Brad wanted to keep going, he fully understood what it felt like when you've climaxed and all the feelings of guilt and shame come flooding in. He decided to not press Joseph on the issue and call it a night.
It was a lonely and frustrating drive home. Not only did he waste so much time and gas travelling to Olives n Lemons, he also had a case of blue balls thanks to the abrupt end of his encounter with Joseph. Brad decided the best way to cool off and release his pent up energy was to hit the gym for a late night workout.
When he finally reached the gym, he was met with the "closed" sign, with a posted note stating that it was due to a big leak from the pipes being damage. If that wasn't bad enough, Brad's stomach started to grumble.
"Fuck me!" he said out loud.
He then decided to stop head to a café he passed by a few blocks away from the gym instead. Even though everything went to shit tonight, he could at least try to get a good snack before heading home.
He parked at the café, got in, and head for the counter. Brad ordered a sandwich and a diet coke. The place was pretty full even though it was almost midnight, so he took the only table left, which was right next to a really fat man.
Halfway through his sandwich, he accidentally made eye contact with the big fellow at the table beside him, and he froze. It was the fat guy that he thought recognized as he was leaving Olives n Lemons. Seeing him up close, Brad realized he knew who it was.
"Good evening. It's Brad, right?" said the man with a smile.
"Uh, yeah, that's right, Brad. And you're professor Meyer, right?"
"Well yes! I'm surprised you recognize me. And please, we're not on campus, call me Garry" said the fat man.
"It might take a bit of getting used to, calling a professor by his first name, but sure, Garry it is haha. Yeah, my friend Dan is in your class, and I always pass by when it ends because we head to swim training together," Brad explained.
"Yes, that's right. I see you hanging around outside waiting for Dan to be released from the prison that is statistics class," Garry joked.
"Now, I hope I'm not offending you, but I couldn't help but notice seeing you at Olives n Lemons. earlier tonight. I never thought I'd see you there," he continued.
Brad was petrified. He wanted to lie and deny it, but no words were coming to him. He looked like an idiot with his mouth hanging open. His face was now beet red from embarrassment, and not the kind that turned him on, but the kind that crippled him with fear and made him think his life was about to be ruined.
Garry realized Brad was panicking and decided to ease his mind.
"Don't worry Brad, your secret is safe with me. I was bullied my entire life for being gay, among other things, so when I moved here many years ago for my teaching position, I decided to hide that part of myself. I frequent Olives n Lemons because I'm relatively safe from being discovered there. I assume you were there for the same reason?
Garry's words helped Brad stop panicking and start breathing again. He really thought he was done for just then. It's bad enough that he ran into Garry at the club, but then to run into him again right now? What were the fucking chances?
"Uh, well, sort of, yeah," Brad managed to get out.
"Right. Well, I saw you leaving with that gentleman from the bar. Had a pleasant evening, did you?" Garry said, just making conversation.
"Fuck no. The dude accidentally came in my mouth after only like 10 minutes. It turns out he was married with kids, and with his sex drive disappearing post-climax, he felt too guilty to stay any longer. Nothing but blue balls for me tonight," Brad answered.
It was only when he'd finished explaining that he realized how much he just overshared. Garry tried to keep a straight face, but Brad could tell he was shocked that he'd revealed all that. The man was clearly just expecting a simple yes or no type of answer.
"Shit! I can't believe I just blurted all that out. I'm sorry Professor Meyer, I didn't mean to be disrespectful and overstep."
"Not to worry, Brad. No offense taken. I was just not expecting you to share so much given that we've only just officially met. But I'm glad that you felt comfortable enough to do so. And please, I already told you, call me Garry."
"Thanks for being so cool about that."
"Again, not to worry, Brad. What are you doing here anyway? I live a block away, so I usually come by to grab a late night snack, but I've never seen you here. It's so unlikely that we'd bump into each other at Olives n Lemons and here in the same night!"
"Right! I was thinking the exact same thing. It must be fate haha. But yeah, like I said, tonight was a bust, so I decided to hit the gym to release my pent up frustration. But of course, the place was fucking closed. Just my luck. My stomach was growling too, so I dropped by for a sandwich before heading home," said Brad.
"Well, seems like you've had quite the unfruitful evening. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know," Garry answered.
Garry didn't say this with any intention other than common courtesy. He wasn't trying to bait Brad, or expecting him to take his answer seriously, so the look on the stud's face surprised him. Brad's eyes went wide and he looked hopeful and excited for the first time since they'd bumped into each other at this café.
"So, we've established why I was at Olives n Lemons. How about you? I think I saw you with a group for guys. Not there to pick up someone?" Brad asked.
"I was just hanging out with some friends I made from out of town. No hookups for me," Garry replied.
"I see. I totally understand not being into hooking up with people. It's definitely not everyone's cup of tea." Brad said.
"Well, it's not that I'm not into hooking up. Moreso that no one is into hooking up with me haha!" Garry answered.
"Aww. Don't be like that, Garry! I'm sure that's not the case."
"As much as I wish I were just making a self-deprecating joke, the reality of things is that no one wants me. But don't worry, I'm used to it. It doesn't bother me anymore."
"That's not true, there are definitely people that want you" said Brad.
"Trust me, son, it is. The many years of being alone are proof of that. But hey, if you find someone that does want all this, just point me in his direction," Garry answered with a laugh.
Brad leaned in and said in a hushed voice, "Actually, I do know someone. You said you live a block away, right? If you want, he could meet you at your place. He's very close by and would get there the same time as you."
Upon hearing these words, Garry began having what felt like an out of body experience. He was in such shock from what Brad was proposing that he couldn't respond to the stud. But his body would not waste this opportunity and seemed to act on it's own.
Garry stood up and walked out of the café, Brad in tow. They didn't speak at all on the way to Garry's apartment building, nor did they talk while making their way up to his floor. The tension and excitement was palpable.
Once they'd gotten inside and Garry closed the door behind them, Brad was immediately all over him. He pushed Garry against the wall, grabbed his face with both hands and began giving him the biggest, sloppiest kiss of his life. Brad has had many a passionate kisses, but none quite like this.
Their tongues danced with each other like in some kind of mating ritual. They were devouring each other's mouths so much that saliva was flowing freely between them. Brad placed his hands under Garry's shirt and began crawling, feeling his way upwards til he got a hold of the fat man's tits and started squeezing them.
The pressure on his tits only made Garry go harder on their kissing. It was reaching a point where the kisses had gotten so passionate and rough that it was starting to hurt, but that just made it feel even better and neither could get themselves to slow down.
Garry wrapped his arms around Brad and pulled him in tight. Brad felt one of Garry's hands slip inside the back of his pants and squeeze his ass cheek. He started grinding his crotch into Garry to show that he was enjoying it.
When Brad's mouth couldn't handle anymore of the vigorous kissing, he pulled off and started kissing Garry's neck, if you could call it that. When people described someone fat as being a, or having "no neck", that was Garry. It was just like a big ring of fat where his neck should be, or like there was a tire wrapped around his neck.
