Confessions of a Bachelor

CHAPTER 3

Steve

Waking up with a headache, Steve struggled to remember what happened last night. He knew that he went out with Caroline. They were in a bar celebrating a friend’s birthday. He didn’t ask Greg to come with him because he knew that he was spending the night with Caroline.

“Come on, let’s drink some more!” I remember swaying my hands to the beat of the loud music that made the walls tremble. I was already drunk but I was having the time of my life.

“Yeah, cheers!” I heard Susy shouted, she was seated next to Caroline, who was my date that night.

More bottles were opened, and the music became louder. Caroline was taking advantage of the dark room as she was busy fondling me under the table. I was loving it, the way she held my whole length then played my tip with her thumb. I felt my pre-c*m coming out and I almost came but she grabbed my hand and pulled me to stand up. I was frantically putting my member back to its place while my other hand was being pulled towards the restroom. Caroline immediately locked the cubicle door behind her.

She again unbuttoned my pants and knelt in front of me grabbing my shaft and putting it inside her mouth, expertly moving her tongue around it and bobbing her head up and down. When I was about to climax, she stood, bent forward and held on to the walls. I entered her from behind. Ooh, the feeling was so great. I reached for her breasts and caressed them gently. I heard Carol's soft moans.

I thrust deeper until Carol cried out begging for me to go on and move faster. I did as told and was banging my hips mercilessly on her behind.

“Carol, I think I’m cumming...” After a few thrusts, I gruntled and talked in a very deep voice. All Carol could respond was soft moaning and loud breathing. I moved my body fast, thrusting into her deeply, until I can no longer hold back then immediately pulled my member and released lots of white fluid on her back.

My knees were still shaking when we went out of the restroom. That night was so wild that when it was finally time to go home, I could only tell the driver my address. I still remembered us parking at the condo’s parking lot and he walked me to the elevator. After that, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that I can remember of.

Aah...now my head aches so much. I wonder where Greg is. It’s past seven but he’s not here to wake me up, yet. Is he home?

Steve walked out of the room and peeked inside Greg’s room.

That jerk’s still asleep. Maybe he went out for a date last night and slept late.

Steve headed to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. While at it, Greg came out of his room.

“Greg! Good morning! About last night...” I was about to ask him what happened, but Greg immediately interrupted me.

“What about last night? What do you mean?” Greg suddenly asked me.

“Well, last night, I came home drunk right? I saw my dirty clothes on the floor. Thought I gave you a hard time.” I answered him.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I just removed your clothes so you can sleep well.” Greg retorted quickly.

“I didn’t know how I got home. I remembered Caroline calling a driver for me. Then there were bits of memories from when I took the elevator. After that, I can’t remember anything.” I told Greg honestly.

“What? I’m sorry I haven’t checked your pocket if your car keys are there.”

“No worries. I just checked it earlier. They’re there.” I checked it when I got out of bed.

“What about your phone?”

“They’re there, too.” I said wondering why he didn’t know. “You tossed my clothes on the floor, didn’t you hear them thud?”

“Oh well.” Greg blurted then walked beside me.

We were standing so close and I felt Greg became uneasy. Maybe he was embarrassed for forgetting to do his task. I wanted to assure him that it was ok.

“Greg, how about we take a break today and let’s play tennis?” I suddenly asked him. But he was startled and accidentally poured hot water on his hand.

“Greg! Be careful!” I shouted at him. I was worried and immediately held his hand. He pulled it back right away.

“What are you doing, Greg? Let me take a look, it might need some ointment.” I grabbed his hand again then I pulled him toward the kitchen sink.

When I let water ran on his hand, I could sense that Greg was uncomfortable.

“Greg, are you okay?” I touched his forehead to check his temperature. “You're feverish, Greg. Come here, let me get the thermometer.” I went to the room to get the medicine kit.

When I came back, I caught Greg’s furrowed brows. I was wondering how he was feeling and what he was telling himself.

“Here, Greg, let’s put it here.” Without asking for permission, I grabbed his arms and held it upward then placed the thermometer under his armpit. Then I just held it in place in case his arm loosens its grip on the thermometer.

While holding his hand on his lap, I noticed that he was wearing only thin pajamas. I thought I saw him bulging right there. I found it amusing. I knew it was morning, that was why he’s got some boner down there. But I don’t feel uneasy at all. I guess Greg was.

BEEP BEEP! I checked the temperature and it reflected normal rate.

“It’s normal. At least you don’t have a fever. Good. Let’s just put some ointment on your hand.” I grabbed his hand again and carefully applied ointment on the slight burn.

“Thanks, Steve.” Greg finally said.

“Don’t mention it. It’s nothing, Greg.” I finished applying the ointment then we finished our coffee.

I insisted that we play tennis. It’s been a long time since we played, and I needed to shed some pounds. Tennis would be best for my agenda.

While I was taking a bath, I couldn’t get Greg’s reaction out of my mind when I held his hand. Come on, that was so unusual of Greg to become that clumsy. I knew him as someone who’s very organized and extremely calm especially when under pressure.

I think Greg has a problem that he can’t share with me. Later, I will invite him to drink so I could ask him and prompt him to tell me about it. I want Greg to treat me like his bestfriend. I don’t want him to keep secrets from me. I have been honest with him all this while; he knew almost everything about me. Greg must also be open with me.