Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2021 00:52:09 -0600 From: David Young Subject: Chad and Sean Chapter 5 Copyright: All rights to the story belong to the author and must not be republished for use without the author's permission. This story involves sex among consenting adults, if it is not legal to read this type of material where you are located that proceed at your own risk. My goal is to provide you some sort of sexual contact in every chapter, some will be masturbation but mostly it will involve two people who either love each other very much or are on their way to falling in love. Please remember to donate to Nifty. Nifty provides a platform for people to post stories and for readers to get a chance to read some hot sex scenes and great plots for free and rely's on donations to continue their great work. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********************************* Chapter 5: The following day was Sunday. Chad started to wake first and rushed off to the bathroom to relieve himself as most men do when they first wake up. Chad's rustling around to get out of bed was actually what woke me up. I did not need to sleep that late anyhow so it was no big deal. After Chad finished draining his bladder I rushed into the bathroom to empty mine as well. Once both of us were back in the bedroom we talked for a few minutes and decided to go to a local eatery to grab some breakfast. It was already 9:00 so we decided we had better get going. We rode together in Chad's truck. Chad drove a black 2015 Ford F150 four-wheel-drive that was lifted and had nice rims and tires on it. Since he was used to riding around in his big truck he had told me that riding in my smaller car felt strange. Chad stated, "it's like you're sitting on the road." I have always been partial to sporty cars and I drive a 2019 Ford Mustang 5.0. I am not necessarily a speed demon, but I do love the sound of a tough car. After riding over to Salty's Cafe, the local eatery, in relative silence. We arrived and were seated in a matter of minutes by our waitress whose name was Dana. Dana was a woman in her late forties who you could tell knew her way around a restaurant. Dana was born to be a waitress, she was nice, well-groomed, and was on top of getting our order into the cook. Dana was about 5 feet 8 inches tall, with brown hair and light-colored skin. Dana's brown hair was rolled up on top of her head and held up with a pencil shoved in it to keep it in place. As stated Dana had us set up in no time, she brought over our waters within minutes of us being seated. I ordered a two-egg breakfast, with sausage and homefries and Chad had the pancake breakfast with sausage. Neither of us are concerned with what we eat because our metabolisms are still running as they did in our teens. Over Breakfast, we talked about what jobs and school and what next week would entail. I rambled on and on about what I needed to do at the Nutrition Club and Chad rambled about needing to type a paper for an Economics class he is currently taking. Chad is a full-time student at the University of Oklahoma and works at a sporting goods store. Sometimes I get the feeling Chad does not like to talk about school or work because he feels it will bore me. Little does Chad know I envy him for being young and still having goals and aspirations. Not that I don't have any, I mean I own my own business, but my goals have to be more centered around that business. Chad has so much more freedom to do as he pleases. After Breakfast Chad and I drove back to my apartment where we parted ways for to begin preparation for the week to come. Over the next few days Chad and I sent various text messages to each other, but nothing too crazy. Chad: How is your day going? Me: Good and yours? Chad: Pretty good, just sittin in class. That was pretty much how our text went just back and forth throughout the day. It was nothing for me to not hear from Chad for hours and then a message popped back up and answered whatever question I may have asked a few hours earlier. That is until Wednesday. I hadn't heard from Chad all day and it was nearing noon. I decided to send a quick text. Me: How's going stud? Chad did not reply immediately so based on our previous text interactions I was not concerned. Except when I arrived home that evening at around 7:00 pm after closing the club, Chad had still not replied. I decided to send another text message. Me: Hope everything is going well, Hope to hear from you soon. Chad didn't answer me all that evening. When I went to bed I lay there and began to worry if something had happened. Why would Chad not answer me or at least text back to let me know he was not able to chat so that I wouldn't worry. In the end, I drifted off to sleep. I didn't sleep very well that night. I woke up a few times and checked my phone to see if Chad had answered me. No dice, there was still nothing from Chad. After opening the club and getting my first few customers their orders I decided to call Chad to check on him. The phone went almost immediately to voicemail which indicated Chad had either ignored my call or his phone was turned off. Thursday was more of the same because I still haven't heard from Chad. Friday came and went and the weekend began and still no word from Chad. Chad never told me his parent's address or even their names so I had no information on them to try and go by and check on him. So I worried all weekend as to if Chad was okay. Had he been killed in a car accident? Was he robbed at gunpoint and had been shot? Did he decide to go camping and get mauled by a bear? Finally, on Monday morning I received a text from Chad that read. Chad: I am sorry if I confused or worried you, my mind has been in shambles. Teresa and I, my wife, have been talking and have decided to work things out. I am not gay. I was just confused with Aaron killing himself and everything going on. I am bi-sexual and need to honor my commitment to my wife. What the hell? Your not gay, it seems like Chad could have done some thinking on that before I got too attached. I tried not to get too angry. I remember what coming to terms with being gay was like. I was obviously hurt by what Chad had texted but I know he has a lot of things to work through. I was a little hurt that Chad felt the need to avoid me from Wednesday until Monday morning. I had been worried about him. Even after receiving his text message, I tried to call him. He didn't answer and it went straight to voicemail. Most Mondays are shitty but this Monday took the cake. I was in a slump the whole day. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. I believe that our inner moods are projected by our outward actions. If a person feels like shit, they will act like shit, even when they don't mean to. I spent Monday night trying to wrap my head around what was going on around me. Tuesday was more of the same. I moped around the club most of the day. At 3:00 pm one of my regulars Randy came into the club and noticed I was not myself. Randy asked, "What's eating you?" I gave Randy the cliff notes version of the last two weeks and what seemed to get him more than the fact of what happened was that I seemed to care. Randy said, "Dude, you need to get laid and get this guy off of your mind." That evening while sitting at my apartment I decided to see who was on Scruff. I pulled up the app on my phone and noticed that it was the same few people that troll through Scruff all of the time. Almost instantly a message came through from a guy who called himself HornyBoi405. HornyBoi405: You looking The message came with a picture of a nice plump cock, standing tall in all of its glory at about seven inches and kind of skinny. I hovered my hand over the image for a few minutes and thought about replying to the unsolicited offer for some No Strings sexual activity. In the end, my mind kept drifting to Chad and his decision to try and work things out with his wife. I couldn't help but wonder if things really are so fluid that one can go back and forth deciding if they are gay, straight, or bi-sexual. I finally came to the decision that there is no way God would make our sexuality so fluid. One is either one thing or the other. You can be bi-sexual, but say that and admit that we have something. I pulled up my messaging app on my phone and went to the last message from Chad. I tried to think of something to say, but everything kept coming out either angry sounding or accusatory. What I really wanted to say was, don't give up on us and you won't be happy with her. In the end, I placed the phone down on the couch cushion and tears started to run down my cheeks. How have I gone from a jaded one-night stand kind of guy to this sappy person I am right now? I am still not ready to say I am in love with Chad, but it has been a very long time since I have cared this much about anyone. I want to fight for him. The problem is I don't feel like losing. I ended up falling asleep on the couch that night fully clothed. I woke up the next morning and stumbled to the shower and went through the motions of washing my body, then my hair, and proceeded to get dressed and ready to go open the nutrition club. The day was usually slow and gave me a lot of time to think of what I needed to do to get myself out of this funk. Nothing seemed to help as I continued going through the motions and pretending on the outside that everything was great. That's what you do when you run a successful club. You act happy and excited to see everyone and encourage them on their goals be it fitness or financial. I closed the club around 3:00 pm and decided to head to the gym for an afternoon workout. I spent thirty minutes running on the treadmill. I ran at six miles per hour then bumped it up to seven miles per hour. I toggled the incline from zero to three all in an effort to burn off some energy. When I was satisfied I had put in a good cardio workout I slowly walked to the locker room and removed my clothes to hop in the shower. While standing there in just my towel, putting my things in the locker I looked to my left and noticed a man drying off his hair. I couldn't help but stare at his cock. The guy was circumcised and had a thin cock just like Chad. After almost being caught staring at this beautiful cock I found myself wondering how can I be so hung up on Chad? I decided I had better move to the shower before my hardening cock was noticed by someone. Once in the shower, I lathered my body and spent a little extra time sliding my hand up and down my cock thinking about Chad. I was taken back to the first time at my apartment when we had fooled around. I thought of the sexy blue veins that ran the length of Chad's dick. I continued to stroke my cock faster and faster until I shot my load on the shower floor. I was spent. A workout, a jack-off session in the shower and all this time thinking of Chad was wearing me out both mentally and physically. As I reached my car in the parking lot I decided I had to send Chad a message. Me: Chad, I hope things are going well. I miss you a lot and really need to talk to you if you have a minute. I received no reply, even though the message shows delivered and then a few minutes later read. ******************************** Thank you for reading my story, please provide feedback. 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