5 (1)-Exceptions

Brandon's pov

I get off work and head home by bus. Then, I take a shower. It doesn't take long and I'm done with my shower that has been used a lot of time from me. Regardless, I ordered some takeout and waited out. It's after I eat that I'm usually ready to hit the bar like usual.

As I wait checking my news feed filled with past flings that somehow find my social media account, but it's one specific that keeps spamming me and oddly enough, I can't help but think about it.

Normally, I never think about a guy even less one that was my one-night stand. It's all in the past, why think about them anyway when I won't see them again?

But gosh, why am I still thinking about him? Ugh...I knew I shouldn't have fucked him twice two days in a row.

I knew it would be a bad decision on my part and definitely is. I've definitely been dealing with the so-called consequences.

To start it off, for the first time in years, I wasn't able to make action happen with a guy on Sunday. That pissed me off greatly.

I thought it would stop there but no. My mind must be possessed or something because I keep imagining him under me. It's so annoying. I've never had this problem with my past one-night stands. I usually easily forget about them, they mean nothing to me apart from the pleasure they give me.

What makes me even more pissed off and sexually frustrated is the fact it went on for the entire week and it's still happening. I kept imagining him under me all week long and it ruined everything!

It challenges my precious free sex life. How badly did it bother me? A lot. It was hard, hitting it on with other guys when the only thing I could think of was him. I had to be drunk to finally stop thinking about him. How can he capture my mind when I only had a one-night stand twice? He's just a guy like all the other guys! Dang it!

I'm still ashamed I let myself get led on like that by him. It's crazy that I not only had sex with him once but I did it twice in under 24 hours! I still can't believe it! How can a guy like that get under my skin?

I can't seem to forget the times when he was so desperate to the point of crying. I don't recall any past flings crying over me like that, that's a bit too much. Like did he really cry just for my name? Because he wanted to get to know me? I almost feel bad for him but it's not like he's the first one that wants that but he really did not need to tear up over it.

He has to understand that I don't see him that way but I don't think he does through. He wouldn't stop crying and bugging me the other day. It was so bothersome that I ended up telling him some information I shouldn't have said.

He already knows too much about me for us to be mere strangers, he has my phone number and it seems like my social media account as well. That's already way too much, I never give any contact information to other past flings but yet he has and because of that, he might try to come back for the same thing and well...he already has it seems...

Over the week, he has texted me multiple times but I mostly ignored it and thank goodness he didn't call.

I don't know what I would've done if he did. I haven't responded to his text.

I thought he would get the memo but it seems I was wrong, he keeps texting me, and yesterday he did exactly what I didn't want him to do.

I saw in my notifications that he asked me to meet up at a cafe. Why did I have to give him my phone number? He's already going way too far for my taste. I don't know what is blocking me from blocking him but I have yet to do it.

I don't know...he just doesn't deserve it I guess? Seems like I'm taking pity on the guy. He seems quite clueless too. Argh, why am I thinking about this again?

Regardless, I finally did the right thing earlier when I left work, I texted him and told him to stop texting me. I made sure he would understand the memo that it was over between us and that it was a one-time thing.

This is not the first time I've done this. To make sure I don't do it with the same person again, I cut all contact with them. Poof, I'm gone.

As messed up as this technique is everyone before that blond guy, understood and never came to me again. So, he has to do the same. I can't be making exceptions just because it's him...

Anyway, this is all so frustrating and confusing to me, never once did I desire to do it with the same person as it's just plain sex but...him...it's something else.

I just hope he'll understand it because I can't break my rules even more. I don't want more with him, I just want my daily dose of sex and then I'm fine, not whatever he must be thinking. I should have known he was the romantic type...

A past fling said to me once that I can't go on with that route forever. I know that but nobody is allowed to decide what I do with my life.

That's the best thing for me! I don't get to have attachments to them and in return, I get my dose of sex! Literally perfect!

If I want to have sex with someone new every single day and I'm happy with it then, that's what matters!

Through, right now my body isn't agreeing with that and worse even some part of my mind...

Eh, I need to stop thinking about that and get my dose of fun.

Now, I better head to the bar.

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I get inside the bar and notice Brent as usual working at the bar counter. He always has his shift on Fridays and Saturdays. I go sit on a bar stool.

"Hey,"

"Hey, you ready to find your man?" He smiles.

"Yeah, Fridays are always the best for that." I smile.

"Definitely. You want to get drunk again?"

Despite it all, he must have heard from another coworker, I got drunk multiple times this week otherwise, I don't know how he found out.

"Yeah, I would like that."

"Look, I get this is literally the goal of here, but why are you suddenly getting yourself drunk every night? It's not like you." Ugh, he's prying into my life? I think the fuck not.

"Cut me some slack Brent. I can do what I want."

"Hm, ok don't want to talk about it fine I'll leave you be. Here's your martini. I already made it premade for you. I knew you were coming so.."

"Thanks!" I grab the Martini and gub it down quickly.

"Woah there, don't drink too fast."

"Oh shut up. I have a good alcohol tolerance."

"Yeah, yeah you do." He says unconvinced.

I leave out and go on the dance floor trying to look for a new interesting guy. I look around and notice a small blond guy. Gosh, he looks so much like that Rett guy...

Argh, I need to get him out of my mind! Guess he'll do, anyways.

I approach him.

"Hey there. What'd you doing all alone?" I do my usual smirk almost immediately upon reaching him.

"Ah...uh...it's nothing. My friends left me." Gotta make sure those friends of his don't see us together.

"Where are your friends?" I smile coming off as nice.

"On the dance floor." I look on the dance floor but I can't tell who they are.

"It's them," He says a bit shyly.

He points to them and I notice them. I notice a familiar figure among them but shrug it off. Must be one of my past flings. I've done plenty of course they'll still come to this bar.

"Ah ok, how about we get out of here?"

"Huh? Oh.." He blushes.

Young, inexperienced. How nice. I guess he'll do for tonight. He'll go along with me perfectly...just like he did...Argh, I'm still thinking about Rett...Why do they have to look so similar?

Despite my annoying thoughts about him, I try to make a move on the guy in front of me. Yeah, I need to speed things up. I need to get rid of that guy from my mind. The good side of doing so is that way the guy in front of me will get even more of an idea and will go along with what I want.

I get closer to him and I whisper in his ear.

"You're pretty cute you know. A lot of guys are looking at you. It makes me jealous." He blushes in a darker red shade. Eh, not pink like him...Argh stop thinking about that guy!

"Oh uh..." He says a bit lost.

"Don't worry, I'll be easy on you." I smile gently but I'm not gentle at all.

I lick his ear to earn a reaction but suddenly I have a flash image of that Rett guy naked under me. Oh gosh, I thought I would stop thinking about him by now. I thought I was drunk enough to forget him!

"Ah...hah.." The blond guy lightly moans and I grin. Focus on him, he's the one that will pleasure me.

"Yes, moan for me. We should get out of here. We don't want your friends to see us together."

"But my friends..." He says hesitant.

"I'm sure they won't mind you leaving you right?"

"Oh...ok..." He agrees.

We get out of here and head outside. Ugh, of course, it's still March! Why do I keep forgetting that it's still cold? I can't wait for it to be summer already!

He shivered, so I gave him my jacket that I didn't forget this time around.

"My apartment isn't far from here. We are almost there."

"Ok..."

As we walk side by side, without realizing I think about someone else, cute...Wait! Who am I calling cute? Argh, why am I still imagining him? It's going to be a long night.

Luckily, I have some booze in my fridge so I'll take it.

We arrive at my apartment. The guy makes himself busy by checking my room. While he does so, I drink two booze cans in under 30 seconds.

I will regret this but it's for the best.

After drinking, I realize I'm not hard to my utter disappointment. Shit, I have to get hard. I didn't bring the guy for bonding. He's cute, young, inexperienced, and innocent....
innocent...Argh, I'm thinking about him again.

I can't keep having images of him from those nights. Apparently today my body isn't agreeing with me so doesn't my cock. It gets automatically hard just thinking about him under me.

Am I really getting hard about thinking about someone else? Oh gosh...Is it really that bad?