Andy Keeps Trying - Chapter 07

ANDY KEEPS TRYING

Chapter 7: Andy goes to the live-theatre

I went back and forth about telling Laurie, but I finally reached a point where I could not keep it to myself anymore.

After another meeting with Thompson and Kendrick, Laurie and I stayed behind in the conference room.

“Do you think you'll have all the data by the end of the week?”

“Yes, Zach is going through it as we speak, and I'll check what he's done tomorrow.”

“Okay, great. I'll tell Rebecca, and—”

I cut her off.

“Laurie, I need to tell you something.”

She had her head in her notes, but my tone immediately piqued her interest.

“You do?”

I smiled, so she knew it was not too serious.

“I've been dating someone, but I'm kind of scared to tell you who it is.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Please. You think I'm going to be surprised? Everyone knew it was coming.”

“What?”

“You and David— the forbidden love, the star-crossed lovers, the scandalous affair.”

She looked so pleased to have outsmarted me.

If only she knew!

“You're so clever, Laurie. There’s no way to hide anything from you.”

“I've been known to be quite the detective among my friends. Sorry, Andy, I’m just too good at this.”

“Yes, just like when you knew I was sleeping with David way before the scandal.”

“Okay, that was one oversight.”

“And you’re wrong again, girl!”

I burst out laughing.

“Huh?”

“I'm not dating David. I told you I didn’t want a complicated relationship. I work for his wife, his son works for me, and he’s way too intense.”

Her satisfied smile disappeared.

“Wait. Are you serious? You’re not even fucking with him?”

“No, fucking. No dating. I’m with someone else.”

Her frustration about getting it wrong vanished immediately. She was eager to learn more.

“Who? Are you back with Darius?”

I imitated the sound of a buzzer.

“BUZZZZZ. No, wrong again! I haven’t talked to him in more than two months.”

“Don't tell me it's Victor. I’m going to be mad at you if it’s him.”

“Nope.”

“Man, I'm really bad at this. You were right.” She laughed.

“To be fair, it's a tough guess.”

“Just tell me, then.”

“It's Adrian. We’ve been on a few dates, and I think we might take things further. It’s going well.”

“Adrian?”

“Park. The journalist.”

“Oh, right. I'd never have guessed you'd be dating a journalist. How did… Hold on! He’s not a journalist. He’s THE journalist! The one who released the pictures!”

That was the part where I totally deserved her judgmental look.

“I know, but…”

“What is going on inside your head, Andy White?”

“Laurie, it’s…”

“No, don’t even tell me. I already know. It's just your penis. It's always the penis. Men are simply unable to think with their heads.”

“He's a great guy.”

“He turned your life into chaos. He exposed you. He harassed you!”

“To be fair, I caused my own chaos when I slept with my boss in his office. As for the harassment, it wasn’t that bad.”

Laurie could not have rolled her eyes any harder.

“Still, I thought you hated the guy.”

“I did, but we kinda made amends, and…”

“I bet you did, since you're sucking his dick!”

“Hey! I’m a good, innocent guy. We haven’t done anything remotely sexual yet. We only kissed.”

"Was it good?"

I couldn't help but smile.

“Actually, it was great.”

“At least there's that.”

“No, really. It felt natural and simple. We connected because of this trauma group that I used to go to every Friday night. He was also going there, and we started chatting after the meeting and got to know each other. He’s cute.”

“No doubt he is. They’re always hot. That’s the problem.”

“Very true…”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea though? I mean, setting aside the front-page story with David, he’s still a journalist writing about this campaign for a liberal newspaper.”

“I know, but we don't talk that much about work. I mean, not about the actual campaign. We set that boundary right away.”

“Rebecca hates the guy. I bet she’d be madder at you for dating him than she was when you were screwing her husband.”

“I never screwed her husband. If anything, her husband screwed me.”

We had to laugh about it.

Someone needed the conference room, so the conversation ended there, but Laurie kept giving me funny looks all day.

Things seemed to be going well again between her and Cody, and I was glad to see them both happy.

Besides, Laurie’s sister was out of town, so, for once, Cody would spend the night at her place, giving me the apartment all to myself.

And I intended to use it!

It was my fourth official date with Adrian, and I was eager to get to know him on a more intimate level.

Yes, I am talking about sex.

But first, he invited me to see a contemporary dance crew perform at a local theater.

Apparently, Adrian was friends with one of the dancers, a girl named Candle.

I know, nobody’s called Candle in real life, but she was adamant it was her birth name and not just a stage pseudonym.

Anyway, I thought it could be cool, but honestly, the show was more painful to watch than anything else.

It was very dark, and the dances were set to post-apocalyptic-sounding music.

If you can even call it “music”. It was more like a mix of awful noises (a chainsaw, combine harvester, various screams, and animals grunting).

For the most part, it did not look like dancing at all, but rather like people crumbling and crying on the floor.

It was certainly a different vibe from what I was used to.

I could not tell if Adrian congratulated his friend because he genuinely liked the show or if he was just being polite.

I told the crew that I found the show “unique” and “interesting,” but once we were outside, I had to speak up.

“What the hell was that?”

Adrian chuckled as he readjusted his glasses.

“I thought you found it unique.”

“And for sure it was! But it was also impossible to watch without wanting to kill yourself.”

“I think that's kind of their point.”

“To make the audience feel terrible?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay… Good job, then. You were right to congratulate Candle!”

“Are you mad at me for dragging you here?”

Adrian started holding my hand in the street. That made me feel special in a good way.

I would have been happy to have walked behind him, though.

Adrian was wearing the perfect pair of jeans that made his ass look great.

We were definitely getting more handsy with each other.

During the awful performance, he kept his hand on my thigh, casually brushing over my crotch multiple times.

It was odd to be aroused while watching a woman act out her sins on stage but I was not indifferent to my man.

I returned the favor to Adrian, and even though we never took out our dicks from our pants or jerked each other off, it was close enough.

I bet there was already a large spot of precum on my briefs.

“I'm not mad. It was a show like nothing I had ever seen before, so, it’s an experience. I wouldn't do it again, though.”

“Gotcha. I cannot be surprised you’re not a fan of contemporary art.”

“Why is that?”

“You're a conservative!”

“Oh, come on. Not this again.”

“I'm just teasing.”

He kissed my cheek playfully.

Although I was working on a political campaign, it had always been clear that Adrian was more involved in politics than I was.

He did not become a journalist by mistake; he truly cared about the state of the world and current affairs.

I liked that about him. It often led to interesting conversations.

Of course, I was less of a fan when he dissed Rebecca or when I was the one in the middle of a scandal.

But that was in the past, and by the time we reached the elevators in my building and we started making out (before even walking into my place), I had stopped thinking about the stupid front page or our past disagreements.

His lips tasted too good, and his tight ass felt too good in my hands.

I groped him, and he groped me back.

“I’m so horny, Andy…”

And so was I!

We walked into my living room, glued at the hips, and ended up falling onto the couch, where the make-out session only got steamier.

Adrian's hand roamed over my body. We quickly removed our respective jackets, and he felt my chest through my plain white T-shirt.

We also took off our glasses. I wanted to devour him. It had been a while since I had felt this way about someone.

I kissed his neck as he slid his hand under my shirt.

I could feel his fingers tracing the lines of my abs; his touch set my skin on fire.

I pulled his shirt off, eager to feel more of his skin against mine. He smiled as I threw his shirt aside, never taking his eyes off mine.

We knew it was time to take our relationship to the next (steamy) level.

This was the first time I was seeing Adrian shirtless, and it did not disappoint.

The journalist was fit, and although his body was not the standard model of perfection, that’s exactly what was making him so sexy.

The not-so-defined abs, the perky brown nipples, the pair of moles under his left pec.

“I wanna eat you up.”

“Yeah… Please do… Eat me up, Andy.” He whispered.

I grinned, feeling a rush of exhilaration.

I loved hearing him say my name like that.

I leaned in to capture his lips again, our kisses growing more urgent. I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against mine, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock.

I ground against him, getting lost in the sensation.

I broke off the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Bedroom?”

Adrian nodded, his eyes filled with lust.

We stood up, our hands never leaving each other's bodies. Mine was stuck to his round ass.

I led him to the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind us. Cody would not mind, even if he came home earlier than anticipated.

My room was bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that danced on the walls as we moved.

Once in the bedroom, Adrian took control and pushed me gently onto the bed. I glanced up at him, his lean body backlit by the lamp.

He was a vision, his dark curls tousled, his eyes burning with intent. I felt a shiver run through me as he reached for his belt, slowly unbuckling it.

I felt my mouth water. I had been wondering what he looked like under his clothes since the first time I saw him, the night he had tricked me at the offices’ lobby.

Now, I was about to find out.

“Who would have thought we would get to this place?” He said as he stripped down.

“Life is full of surprises, and I’ve learnt to love it.”

I smirked, propping myself up on my elbows.

“Nice cause I’ve got more tricks up my sleeves.”

He stepped out of his jeans, looking more attractive than ever.

He was wearing a pair of black cotton boxers that did little to hide the impressive bulge underneath.

Take that, stupid clichés about Asian guys! Adrian was well-endowed, even compared to the hung guys, I used to date.

“Your turn.” He said, nodding towards my jeans.

I did not need to be told twice.

I quickly shimmied out of them, leaving me in my plain black boxer briefs. Adrian’s gaze lingered on my body, and I could feel the heat of his stare.

I reached for him, pulling him down onto the bed with me. Our bodies pressed together, skin against skin, and it was intoxicating.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I groaned as our (still covered) cocks brushed against each other.

I could feel the heat radiating off him. It was the best feeling.

I rolled us over, pinning him underneath me. I wanted to taste him, every inch of him.

I started at his neck, trailing kisses down to his chest, nibbling at his nipples until he gasped. I could feel his chest arching up into my touch, begging for more.

I obliged, swirling my tongue around one nipple while pinching the other between my fingers. Adrian let out a low moan; I had hit the jackpot, I thought.

It was smooth, like we immediately understood each other.

“Fuck, Andy… I want you.” He muttered, his hands fisting my hair.

I grinned against his skin, my cock aching with need. I wanted him too, so fucking badly.

I continued my slow descent, kissing his stomach and more.

When I reached his boxers, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down. Adrian lifted his hips to help me, his big cock springing free, already hard and leaking precum.

My mouth watered more at the sight of him. He was beautiful, his cock thick and long, the head already glistening with precum.

I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked him slowly, my thumb swiping over the tip to spread the precum. Adrian let out another low moan.

“You like it?”

“Fuck…”

I leaned down and licked him from base to tip, tasting the salty sweetness of his manhood.

Two and a half months without sex and I was a hungry fucker!

Adrian threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding my head. I took his dick into my mouth, slowly at first, swirling my tongue around his head.

I could feel him pulsing against my tongue, his cock throbbing with need, getting even harder. I took him deeper, until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

I had taken bigger monsters so I could definitely show him a good time and handle his beast.

I relaxed my jaw and took him further, until my nose was pressed against his pubic hair. Adrian cursed.

“Fuck, Andy, that feels so good.”

I knew.

And I was proud.

I pulled back, swirling my tongue around his head all over again before taking him deep and deeper.

He was as delicious as expected. I wanted more, needed more. I choked a bit but I loved it.

I pulled back, his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound.

Adrian looked down at me, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

“Damn, Andy. You're so goddamn good at that!”

I bet that in some corner of his brain, he was thinking about the infamous blowjob I had given to David Crown.

I grinned up at him, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

“You haven't seen anything yet.”

“Oh really?”

“I promise.”

I kissed his groin.

Pro tip for any reader / cock-sucker, it is almost always a very sensitive area.

“Yeah… Fuck… I can't believe we haven't had this conversation yet…"

He worried me when he said that.

“The conversation? Which one?”

If he were to get anywhere close to an, “I love you” or any serious conversation, I would get the hell out of my own bedroom!

“Like, what's your thing, or, your favorite thing to do… in bed…”

“Oh, that.”

I chuckled.

“Yep… that.”

He winked at me as his cock throbbed and smeared more precum on his abs.

“Top or bottom? I guess I can be both. I used to only bottom but I’ve found out that I also like the other way around.”

“Cool, me too. We’re gonna have so much fun.”

“Yeah…”

“But what do you wanna do with me? Now?”

“I suppose I've been very drawn to your little ass all night.” I heard me say.

“Want to have a closer look?”

He spread his legs in the air.

Fucking hell, he was not just showing me his spectacular bare ass, he was exposing his pink asshole.

Adrian did not look like the nerdy journalist anymore.

I mean, I should not have been surprised, it is often the most inconspicuous guys who are the freakiest in bed!

I reached into my bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube.

I poured some onto my fingers, watching as Adrian's eyes widened with anticipation. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as I rubbed the lube between my palms to warm it up.

“You ready for this, Andy?” Adrian asked, looking sluttier than ever.

“Yes, I am.” I replied, spreading his cheeks with one hand and pressing the tip of my middle finger against his tight, puckered hole with the other.

Adrian gasped, his body tensing up as I slowly pushed my finger inside him.

I could feel the resistance giving way quickly as he relaxed, his body adjusting to the intrusion.

I slid my finger in deeper, curling it slightly to rub against the sensitive spot inside him. I was not as confident in this skill as I was in my blowjobs, but Adrian seemed to enjoy what was happening very much.

“That feels… good.” He murmured, his eyes fluttering closed.

I added a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch him further.

I wanted him ready for my cock. I could feel his body tensing again, so I leaned down and captured his mouth with mine, kissing him deeply as I continued to work my fingers in and out of him.

He grabbed my cock and jerked me off as we were almost fully entwined.

The tightness of his hole was overwhelming, and I knew I would not last long once I finally got inside him.

He opened his mouth, our tongues clashing as I sucked on his lower lip.

Adrian eventually broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

“I need you inside me. I need your cock. Right fucking now.”

I coated my cock with lube, my hand wrapping around the length of my shaft as I stroked myself, slightly shaking.

I positioned myself between his legs, rubbing the head of my cock against his hole.

I loved that position, where I could see his face, his chest, his leaking dick, and his stretched hole.

“As you wish, sir.”

I pressed the head of my uncut cock against his hole, feeling the resistance before he pushed back slightly, allowing me to slide in.

I groaned at the feeling, the tight heat of his insides enveloping the tip of my hard dick.

I pushed a little more, and Adrian let out a low hiss.

I was in!

“Hm… Damn….”

“Relax… Let me in…”

I could not resist leaning in and kissing him again as I entered further into his hole.

I could feel every inch of him giving way to me, his body stretching to accommodate my thickness.

“More.” He begged.

“Fuck, you're so goddamn tight, Adrian. So fucking hot.”

His hips were moving slightly, urging me on.

I gave him a moment, letting him adjust before sliding in even further.

“Don’t be… Hm… Afraid… I… I can take it.”

“I know you can.”

His muscles clenched around me as I buried myself deeper.

“You like that, huh? You like feeling me squeeze your cock?”

I nodded, my hips moving of their own accord, slowly sliding in and out of him. Each thrust was better than the last.

“Fuck yes, I do.”

His own cock was rock hard, ready to explode.

I grabbed it and jerked him off furiously as I was fucking him.

How could I have gone so much time without sex? This was way too good!

The way Adrian was moaning my name, the way his tight, hot body was gripping my cock, the way his own cock was spilling precum into my hand, was all intoxicating and I could not get enough.

I started to move faster, my hips slamming into him with more force. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the otherwise quiet apartment.

Cody was still at Laurie’s. We did not have to be quiet; I could smash the hell out of the journalist in my bed!

Adrian's eyes were closed at this point, his head thrown back against the pillow, his hair disheveled, and a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

His hands were fisting the sheets, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on.

I could feel his body reaching a climax.

“You're so fucking hot, Adrian. I could fuck you all night.”

It was pure dirty talk and was not even true because I was about to lose control.

“Yes… Fuck me, Andy… Fuck me hard.”

I increased my pace; I went so hard that the bed started creaking beneath us. I could feel the sweat beading on my back, my body slick with it as I moved.

Above all, the sounds of his wet sloppy asshole were driving me nuts.

No regrets picking being a top, at least for the night.

I bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt him.

Adrian’s cock was pulsing more than ever in my hand. I could feel his orgasm dangerously close.

“Come for me. Let yourself go…”

It was like I had finally given him the green light.

Almost immediately, Adrian let out a low, guttural moan, as his orgasm hit him— and hit me!

Fuck, he was even more handsome when he was nutting!

Hot ropes of thick white cum spurted out and coated my fingers and our stomachs. I moaned, the sight and feeling of him coming undone pushing me closer to my own edge.

I continued to pound into him, my hips slamming against his as, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls.

Adrian's body was limp and beautifully spent beneath me, his muscles still clenching around my cock in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He had let go of so much cum.

I wanted to swallow it all, but I had a task to complete first.

I could not hold back any longer anyway.

I had to finish.

“Fuuuuuuuuck…” I grunted, my hips shaking as I slammed into him one last time.

“Oh, yes, breed me.”

My cock pulsed, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. I could feel my orgasm ripping through me.

I bet I was filling his hole real good! It felt like I was pouring gallons of spunk in there.

I collapsed on top of him; our bodies wet with sweat.

I remained in his hole a while before finally pulling out. Adrian was silent for a minute, I hoped he had liked it as much as I did.

“That was cool.” He finally whispered, a smile on his sweet face.

“It was. Definitely.”

We kissed each other and we fell asleep naked in bed shortly after.