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Brief summary: Cale, the shy and sensitive sweetheart, and the lovable goofball, Brady, met as dorm neighbors, and they quickly fell for each other, becoming one another’s first gay relationship. They’re spending time together during the semester break.
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Part 65
New Year’s Eve came quickly. Brady acted suspicious the entire day before, even at our dinner. We’d gone to a restaurant nicer than anything in Coldwell, and the tables were draped with linens and set for multiple courses. Both Brady and I felt like we were in over our heads when it came to remembering which forks and spoons to use first. But Brady looked so devilishly handsome in his outfit that I’d have dealt with a million forks and spoons just to look at him.
We woke up the following morning, New Year’s Eve, in each other’s arms. The ring on Brady’s finger felt as though it were fused to my hipbone, and he was snoring louder than he normally did. I tried to stretch my legs without waking him, but he soon rolled flat on his back and softly mumbled something.
“What, babe?” I sat up and turned to see both of his Beyers closed. The blankets came just past his bellybutton, and I just looked at him for a moment.
“Mornin’,” he said without so much as moving a muscle.
“Good morning, love,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
After dinner, we’d showered before bed, and then we attempted to have sex, but we fell asleep before either of us finished. But I knew my ass was still lubed up and ready to go, so I wondered if Brady was down. And the more I thought about it, the more tirned-on I got.
So I slid my hand under the blankets, searching for Brady’s cock. To my delight, my fingers brushed a hard shaft, and I grabbed it with glee. He had the bottle of lube on his nightstand that I stretched to reach for.
I didn’t care how dirty or slutty I may have seemed as I whipped the blanket down to expose the hard, fleshy rod that I wanted inside me. Brady was becoming more conscious, so I squirted some lube onto his dick and put the excess in and around my hole, almost shaking with anticipation.
“Fuck me, Brady,” I whispered into his ear and stroked his slippery cock. “Use me.”
Something about knowing he didn’t cum in me the night before was making me hungry for it. The word ‘use’ came out of my mouth by accident, but it was clearly what my body wanted. And it seemed to wake him up.
“You want me to use you? Then roll over flat on your stomach like a good boy so I can fucking use you.” His voice was grumbly and gravelly, still thick with sleep.
I rolled onto my stomach, and I could feel Brady’s weight as he climbed on top of me. With one of his feet, he pushed my legs apart. And then I felt the intense pressure of his cockhead at my back door.
“Relax, and let me use you,” he growled. I was totally pinned down, and I had no choice but to give in.
This is what I asked for… I thought, smiling to myself.
Brady pushed forward again, and I did everything I could to relax and let him in. I could feel the heat from his breath on the back of my neck like waves. And then, I felt a pop, and he was in. I gasped, almost wincing in pain. But I’d asked him to use me, and I was ready to be used.
He had his hands on either side of us, and my arms were pinned to my side. My hard cock was wedged into the sheets beneath me as Brady started to slide into me. He wasn’t going slowly at all; in fact, he bottomed out quite quickly, and he wasted no time to start thrusting back and forth into me. Puffs of hot air wafted down my neck, and Brady began to grunt.
It was hot under him, sweaty as his cock stretched me out. I closed my eyes and focused on how he felt, the noises he made. Deep groans filled my ears as he enjoyed my body. I let out a few soft grunts, accented with each of Brady’s thrusts.
“Fuck me,” I huffed.
Brady didn’t speak. Instead, he pushed himself up on his hands and moved them to my shoulders, pushing me down into the bed. I felt his hips speed up, pounding me now.
“Ohh-h-h-h!” My eyes rolled back in my head. He’s definitely using me, I thought gleefully.
This wasn’t the sweet, romantic sex we normally had. I presented myself as an object to be used, and Brady was happily obliging. I was like the cock sleeve, just a soft and slippery hole for his dick, a place to shoot his load.
His skin slapped against mine repeatedly, getting faster and faster. I knew I was oozing precum into his sheets, especially when the thick head of his cock shoved past my prostate. After a moment, Brady slid his hands under me and hooked them around my shoulders, his torso coming to rest on mine again. The sound of his breathing was more frantic now, peppered with more loans and grunts.
I caught myself whimpering in enjoyment as the bed shook with Brady’s quick thrusts. His heavy balls slammed against me, and I wanted the load they contained. He humped me like a rabbit for a while, and I could tell by his hushed grunts that he was close.
“Fill me up, daddy,” I hissed.
“I’m gonna give you my load like the dirty slut you are,” came his growled reply. And then he somehow went even faster. I listened as he huffed, grunted, and swore into my ear. “You’re such a dirty boy.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, shaking with the bed.
“Ohh, fuck! Your tight little ass is so good. Are you ready for my big load?” He kissed my neck and then started to nibble on my ear as his cock slammed into me over and over.
“Fuck, yeah, daddy,” I replied. I felt myself getting close, almost. Hearing him at uje brink of his own orgasm was enough to bring me closer to the edge, myself.
And then a loud moan came, breathy and hot as Brady shoved his cock as deep as it would go. I could feel it spasming, unloading big ropes inside me.
“Mmm!” He groaned. “Ohh, fucking FUCK!”
I almost giggled at how hard he was cumming inside me. His fingers, wrapped around my shoulders, held on as though he were my passenger on a motorcycle. His own grunts turned into dopey sounding laughs.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Jesus, Cale. You sure know how to make a guy cum.”
“Just wanted to finish what we started last night,” I replied.
“Well, speaking of finish…”
With his cock still in me, Brady lifted his torso up off of me. Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed. Then in one quick motion, he was seated, leaning against the headboard, and I was in his lap. Somehow, he managed to stay in me through the entire process, and now my precum-soaked cock was painting up at the ceiling.
He grabbed it and started to stroke me.
“My baby deserves to feel good after letting me use his sweet hole,” he whispered. With his other hand, he squeezed and pulled at my nipples.
“Fuck, Brady,” I softly groaned, closing my eyes. I knew it wasn’t going to take long, so I didn’t even pretend to hold it back.
He flexed his cock inside me, and I wiggled a bit to get him pushing right on my p-spot. And at that point, I was a goner. I felt as the rich wave of pleasure built in my balls and taint, and with his flying fist, it came rocketing out in thick, white spurts.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned. I drenched myself with ropes of cum, Brady’s strokes slowing, milking each drop out of me. Then he licked his hand off, and he helped me climb off of him.
We stood up to stretch, and he hugged me tenderly.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” I smiled, still covered in cum.
So we showered and readied for the day. According to him, he had a plan, but I couldn’t know what it was yet. We were to dress up, though, so I basically planned to re-wear my outfit from dinner.
After breakfast, we were tasked with waking up Austin, as it was his turn to shovel the driveway. So we started by softly knocking on his door, and then Brady started knocking louder. Eventually, the groggiest-looking teenager I could imagine opened the door like a cartoon character.
“Make you a deal,” Brady said. “Get your ass up, and we’ll help with the driveway. Then it’s done. And then I get to smoke your ass in Smash.”
“How’s that a deal?” Austin yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“Dude, did you miss the part where we help with the driveway and you get us to hang out in your nasty room?” Brady stood with both eyebrows raised and his hands out.
After a moment of faux-contention, Austin cracked a smile and said, “Fine. I’ll meet you guys down there.”
With three of us, we made quick work of the driveway, despite only having two shovels. As the guest, I had the least work to do, so I spent most of the time just watching. We came back in for some coffee, and then I followed them into Austin’s room.
He had blackout curtains and a TV almost as big as the one in the living room. I crashed on the floor and watched them play a few games. They offered to let me play, but watching them, I knew I’d be far from competition, and I would rather just watch.
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“Okay, now can you tell me where we’re going?” I pleaded with Brady as he drove us. “I’m assuming we’ll be eating, since we skipped your mom’s dinner.”
“That’s true.” He grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. We were both bundled up in our winter coats in his car as he drove us in the dark. Though it wasn’t very late in the evening, the sun had set a few hours prior.
“So… where are we going, Brady?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there. It’s not much farther, babe.”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath; I trusted him. And even if he did tell me where we were going, that didn’t necessarily mean I’d know anything.
The headlights on the road with us grew sparse as we drove farther from Wallford. The roads were well-groomed, so I didn’t worry about arriving safely, but there was certainly some general anxiety from being unaware of our destination.
“Okay, fine,” Brady sighed. “I guess it doesn’t make much sense not to tell you. And we’re almost there anyway.”
“No, I can wait,” I replied. I put a hand on his right though.
“It’s fine, babe.” He hit the turn signal, and we pulled into a parking lot. “We’re here.” He turned and winked.
There was a sign, lit up, that read Sennet Mountain Resort.
“A mountain?” The parking lot was packed and filling.
“Well, it’s a few big hills. It’s a ski resort.” He smiled at me. I looked around and saw one hill, dotted with a zipper-like line of bright lights. Small figures sailed down the hill.
“We dressed up to go skiing?”
“No, silly. They do a thing on New Year’s Eve. There’s a little restaurant at the top of one of the hills, so you take the ski lift up to the top, and then at midnight, they shoot off fireworks.” He looked into my eyes, as if he were nervous I would t like the plan.
Meanwhile, I was trying not to tear up.
“Brady, that’s amazing. What if the restaurant’s full?” The full parking lot was making me nervous.
“Ah, you doubt me!” He leaned back and put his hands in the air. “Only the best for my boyfriend.” Then he reached in his pocket and pulled out two strips of silver paper. I grabbed one, and it read Sennet Mountain Resort Presents: New Year’s Elegant Eve. They were tickets to the night’s event. I gasped. Brady smiled, his perfect dimples catching my eye like the first time all over again.
I leaned over to kiss him, and he pulled out two shooter bottles of cinnamon whiskey. He said they were to keep us warm for the ride up, so we quickly took them and tossed the empty plastic bottles in a garbage can outside. We walked together through a front building. At the back door, an employee took our tickets and gave us two fabric wristbands.
“Follow the glittery forest path, and your chariot awaits!” The employee, dressed in a silver uniform, had special glasses and a comical hat. We thanked her and headed back into the cold.
A path had been cleared, and the ground was covered in glitter as different lights reflected along the way. The chairlift wasn’t far, and we waited in a short line for our turn. It was quite cold, but I was so excited, I couldn’t have even pretended to care about the temperature.
At last it was our turn. I was a little nervous about catching the bench-like seat, but Brady was there to reassure me. We hopped up, and the wood was cold on my butt as Brady brought down the lap bar. But we were slowly whisked up the hill. Over loudspeakers, Auld Lang Syne played on a loop.
“Brady, this is so magical,” I breathed, a cloud billowing into the night air.
“I’m so glad you like it! I bought these tickets, like, two weeks after Thanksgiving. We’ll have our own table up there, and then we can go out on the big patio to watch the fireworks—if it’s not too cold.” He grabbed my hand, his head seemingly on a swivel as he took in the sights.
We were running parallel to another busy ski hill, and I watched as people glided down in their multicolored ski outfits. Brady’s hand was on my thigh. It was cold, and the higher we climbed, the colder it got, so. I scooted closer to him.
“I love you,” I said, admiring the way the lights from the hill illuminated his face.
“I love you, baby,” he replied with a smile. We kissed, and I felt his tongue slide past my teeth. At the same time, his hand slid inward, and he was soon grabbing my bulge.
“Brady,” I whispered. “We’re almost at the top.”
“And I wanted to touch you. Sue me,” he teased, kissing my neck. Then we both sat up straight and readied ourselves to touch down. Fortunately, the lift was going fairly slowly, so it wasn’t difficult, and Brady and I followed another glittery pathway to the restaurant. The wrap-around patio was decorated in silver and blue, and I could hear the music from within.
The warm air inside was lovely and fragrant with food. At the host stand, they checked our names on the reservation list, and then our IDs.
“Right this way, gentlemen,” called a server in all black. He took us to our table and took drink orders. Part of the fun of the event included champagne, so that was flowing at each table.
We enjoyed our drinks and waited for the main course: Florentine steaks, whipped and baked mashed potatoes, and a medley of other vegetables. Brady and I chatted and enjoyed the music that was being played by a live band. Midnight ticked closer and closer, and I started to get butterflies. I’d never had a New Year’s Eve kiss before, and I was excited to do that with Brady.
“Do you have any resolutions?” Brady asked as he sipped champagne.
“Well, with my new major and new classes, I just really want to make sure I do a good job with it all. It’s a big change, and it’s kinda late in the game, so I want to do it right.” Brady had helped me sign up for all my new classes, and thanks to my advisor, it seemed like a decent course load.
“My resolution is to not be a big distraction to you as you figure everything out.” He held up his glass for a toast.
“I mean, I’ll definitely want some distraction. What if I totally hate marketing?” I chuckled, and we clinked our classes together. “But what other resolutions do you have, babe?”
“I wanna start running more often again. Sex has been great exercise, but I would like to get back in the habit of running in the mornings.” He leaned forward and whispered, “But mornings are usually really fun with Cale…”
I leaned forward too. “Then I’ll make you a deal. If you go for a run, come back after and don’t shower. Get back in bed with me, and we’ll have some fun.”
I felt myself chubbing up in my pants, right there in the middle of the crowded dining room.
“You like the taste of sweaty sausage in the morning?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.
“I like it whenever I can get it,” I admitted.
“Then you better be ready for it on the ski lift ride down,” he replied without making eye contact.
“You’re gonna whip it out in the cold?”
“It’s not cold if it’s in your mouth.” He winked and swallowed down the last of his champagne. Our server brought us some more, and we topped off our glasses.
I was a little flushed, hard in my pants, imagining ripping the nice clothes right off of Brady. I pictured eating Brady’s perfect ass as he perched on the table on all fours. Slamming my cock in his ass and making him squirm while all the housewives and their husbands watched.
I just have zoned out, because Brady gently kicked me under the table. I snapped my gaze back to his, and he smiled at me.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” He chuckled.
I felt my face get really hot, and I started to fumble for my words. “Uh, nothing. Just some… very inappropriate things with you.”
His eyes got wide for a moment, then they narrowed again. He licked his lips slowly, staring deeper and deeper into me. Finally, he said, “You’ll have to demonstrate some of those things later.”
There was a large clock that was at the center of the room, dazzling in gold and silver with bright red numbers. We had about half an hour until midnight, and it was time for dessert. We were brought slices of cake, German chocolate, and more champagne.
Once the dessert plates were cleared away, we were informed that we may move to the patio if we’d like. They were going to dim all the lights in the restaurant to view the fireworks, but the best view was promised to be from the outside patio. But we were warned it was to be quite cold—as though every single person in that room hadn’t taken the ski lift up there.
At last, it was time. We had about ten minutes until the new year began. Brady and I walked out to the patio, hand-in-hand. I found myself breath taken at the view of the snowy pseudo-mountain and all the decorative lights.
“This was the best year of my life,” Brady said as we leaned against a wooden railing on the edge of the patio. “Which is ironic, because it started pretty shitty. But I met you, and then it was like the world finally made sense.”
I placed my hand on his, next to our glasses of champagne that we’d brought with us.
“When this year started, I didn’t know anything about anything,” I started softly. “And then, one magical day in October, I found someone who I didn’t even know would change my life forever. It’s crazy, because even though we’ve only known each other less than three months of it, but this has absolutely been the best year of my life, too.”
He leaned down and kissed me. It was gentle and tender, and when his lips left mine, I felt very cold. I took a step closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. According to the clock inside, there were about four minutes to go.
“I feel like we do this mushy-gushy thing a lot,” he giggled. “But I like it. I like that I can feel something so strongly and not be embarrassed to say it. And to know you feel it, too.”
“Are you kidding me? I’d scream it down the mountain.”
“I’ll beat you to it,” he whispered. And then he let go of me, grabbed the railing with both hands, and leaned back to take a deep breath. He yelled, “I LOVE THIS MAN!” at the top of his lungs.
I started to giggle, endlessly impressed by the boldness of my man. He was so exuberant. He seemed so carefree—although I knew he was more contemplative than he appeared. In that moment, I made another resolution: to be more bold. So I got a little bold.
Despite the building crowd, and knowing that Brady had already drawn some attention, I took a deep breath. Then, I braced myself on the cold, wooden railing, and I shouted, “I LOVE THIS MAN!”
It felt good. It felt freeing. It was another declaration to the world that I was gay and in love and proud about it.
“Oh, babe,” he said, grabbing my waist. With some eyes on us, he dipped us both down and kissed me. As we stood up, I peered inside and saw there were barely two minutes until midnight. “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” I smiled. The lights inside began to dim as the last minute began to count down.
While plenty of people had remained indoors, there was a sizable crowd, now, on the large patio. Revelers, swathed in winter coats, all gathered along the railing in the cold, dark night. For that moment, we all shared something, despite being strangers. For a moment, the whole world—at least one time zone at a time—stopped everything to celebrate the arbitrary passage of time as a symbol of renewal, of rebirth.
“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!” The crowd began to chant in unison, glancing back and forth between the bright red numbers inside and the black sky we knew would soon be scattered with colors. I felt Brady’s arms tighten around me as we joined in. “Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”
I whirled around to face Brady, and his lips, tasting like the champagne we were sipping, met mine. Around us, people clapped and cheered. But for us, it was like slow motion. And then, through my closed eyes, a bright flash snapped us back.
We turned to watch as the fireworks show began. Fountains of flashes filled the sky, leaving dark clouds in their wake, only to be illuminated by another rainbow assortment of exploding colors like a kaleidoscope. I couldn’t help but laugh like a little kid, awestruck at the same thing I’d seen every Fourth of July. But with Brady by my side, it was magical.
We finished our champagne as the fireworks ended, and the crowd around us dwindled. Both of us were shivering by the end of it, but we followed everyone back into the warm restaurant. At that point, people were starting to leave, so we decided to trail the line and go down the ski lift last. That way, according to Brady, the parking lot would be mostly emptied out.
Plus, it gave us a chance to warm up inside. We took turns using the restroom, and by the time it was nearly 1 AM, it was our turn on the lift. No one was behind us in line, so the employees had mostly checked out. It seemed the lift was going even more slowly than it had taken us up, and I attributed that to the fact that many of our fellow guests were probably too intoxicated for a fast ride.
The other ski hill had closed down, so it was much darker going down.
“Either the bench is warmer,” Brady joked as we sat down, “or my ass is officially numb.”
“For me, I think it’s both.” Brady started to laugh, shaking our seat.
Other than an older couple two seats in front of us, and the employees left at the top of the hill, it was a lovely, quiet moment alone with him. And then, Brady caught me off guard.
“So… What was that about putting my dick in your mouth on the ride down?” His hand was suddenly on my thigh. I slid my hand to his bulge, and he was hard. That made me get hard, too.
As Brady started to unzip his pants, I came to a realization. “What about this lab bar, silly?”
“I’ll hold onto you,” he whispered. The way he was talking let me know he’d been thinking about it for a while. “Just lean right across. At least maybe a handy?” He was being so silly and endearing, I found it hard to say no. Especially because I really wanted to.
So I reached into his unzipped pants and felt his hot cock. He flinched, and I realized how cold my hands must have been. But I started tugging on his cock anyway. He wrapped his arm around me under my arms, and I pulled his cock out into the night air.
What if the people in front of us turn around? I thought. But they seemed far enough where a handjob would probably go unnoticed. Sucking Brady might be another story, but it wasn’t too long of a ride down, even with the slower speed.
But then, suddenly, the ski lift came to a slow halt. We were maybe halfway down.
“What the fuck?” Brady whispered.
“Weird,” I breathed. I was really turned-on, so this sudden turn of events was like whiplash. But my hand didn’t stop. His warm flesh in my hand was hard, and I swore I could feel his heartbeat.
The music on the loudspeaker cut out, and then came an announcement.
“Attention Sennet Mountain guests. Due to an incident at the bottom of the hill, we have halted the ski lift until emergency services arrive. We apologize for any inconvenience. We ask that those of you on the ski lift please remain put.” The man’s voice was dry, uncaring.
“I hope everyone’s okay,” I said.
“I know, oh my god.” Things had become quite serious quite quickly.
After a few minutes, I took my hand out of his pants, but he turned to me.
“We have more time,” he said with a smirk.
“I suppose we do…”