A
STORY OF FICTION BY CATMAN
Eric
was absolutely ecstatic on the phone as he described Chad, his new
boyfriend. Eric is a hopeless romantic
who has had a miserable time over the years trying to find a meaningful relationship. I couldn't have been happier for him.
Eric
has been my best friend since Junior High School. He lives in an amazing old beach house in
Florida. Even though we no longer live
in the same town, I visit with him once a year for two weeks of my
vacation. We talk on the phone every
week, and keep in touch with texts and e-mails the rest of the year.
I
heard so much about Chad that I felt like I actually knew him. Eric sounded like he was genuinely in love
with the guy and they ended up moving in together.
A
few months later, we finally met. Chad
was exactly like Eric described him. He
was a hot, sexy guy with a big personality.
My first impression was that I liked him, and I have to admit, I was a
little jealous. The only thing that
concerned me was that Chad didn't have a job and was being supported by Eric.
My
vacation started out well. I really love
spending time at the ocean and Eric took time off of work so we could hang out
together.
After
a few days, everything started to get a little strange. I got the impression that Chad was flirting
with me every time that Eric left the room.
At first, I just figured it was my imagination, but it became really
blatant. It made me a little
uncomfortable. I couldn't bring myself
to tell Eric, since he was living under the illusion that he had a perfect
relationship.
I
did my best to try to just ignore Chad.
It wasn't easy, because he took the flirting to another level and began
exposing himself to me. It started with
walking around without a shirt and he wore very skimpy swimsuits on the
beach. He constantly was reaching in to
slowly adjust himself. He graduated
from a speedo to a bikini to a thong, which was so small, his junk would fall
out.
In
jeans, he always went commando and would leave buttons open which exposed his
stuff.
Then,
he walked into the bathroom naked while I was in the shower so he could take a
piss. He lingered at the toilet and sink
much longer than what was necessary. I
declined when he asked if I needed him to scrub my back.
I was sure I was right about his intentions
when Eric went to the supermarket and I
spotted him stretched out on his bed jerking off. He asked me to join him. (It probably pissed him off when I simply
closed his bedroom door. I hoped it sent
a message that I wasn't interested.)
I still kept my mouth shut and said nothing to Eric. I just tried to avoid ever being alone with just Chad. As my vacation was winding down, something occurred that made me want to re-assess my silence.
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