My New Personal Assistant Ch. 17

My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 17 -- New Year's Eve

"It's a mess in here, man!" I came downstairs from the bathroom, holding my head and feeling sick.

"Sue me!"

"My head is going to explode...."

"Then turn that way," Brandon scrambled and sat on the couch he spent the night on.

I started laughing.

"What?"

"I think it's official, Bran. We have a mid-life crisis!"

"Talk about yourself, man."

"Said a nearly forty-year-old guy in a t-shirt with a cartoon and ripped jeans."

"It's comfy. I am not getting into anything I can't do a handstand in."

"That may have been true ten years ago, buddy. When was the last time you did one?"

"Right now, look."

I watched him, amused. I was sure he could do one, but I don't believe he can do it with a hangover as we have now. I was right. Brandon fell just a few inches from the coffee table, and I laughed so hard that I sat on the floor next to him.

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"Man!" my head was killing me. The truth is I don't even drink that much. The last time I remember I got this drunk was probably my birthday a year ago, and I was sick for three days after that. Why do people get old?

I love Brandon! He really did give me those pink clamps as a Christmas gift and opened the bottle of whiskey I gave him. We talked, remembered old times, and ranted about those current ones. It was a very unusual Christmas, but I must say, it was one of the best I have had in the past couple of years. I needed this, and I think he did too!

When I got drunk, I even told him about my call with Thomas in front of his house, and when I mentioned I was not permitted to cum, he had a blast! He kept teasing me about it the whole night.

We even cooked dinner, and I then ate it. It was horrible! I wanted to order something, but he refused. I suppose he just wanted to make expectations for this Christmas as low as possible.

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So the Christmas started with this hangover and him lying on the floor. I loved it!

We were sick for the next few days, so we just hung out in his loft, ate pizzas, played games, and talked.

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Dec. 30th, 2019:

"Your phone, Matt."

I jumped to it excited but froze solid upon seeing the screen. Damn it!

"Hi, Natasha."

"Hi, Matt. I am checking if we are still going to Hayes's party like every year."

"Yeah, well, I am going with Brandon."

"Great. I will see you then."

"No, wait." I wanted to tell her I would be going, but I didn't think it was best for her to come, but she had already hung up. Really? Nooo...!

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"What?" Brandon looked at me, troubled.

"Natasha is coming to Nate's."

"At New Year's?"

"Yeah."

"You know that it's not nice to break up with someone on New Year's, right?"

"What was I supposed to do?"

"Break up with her before telling her to come?"

"I didn't tell her to come! Man!"

"What does Thomas do on New Year's? You can invite him as well."

"Fuck you!"

"Say it like you mean it!" he turned to me with a mocking seductive grin. I hit him with a pillow.

"Bastard... Maybe I won't come."

"Are you seriously going to skip our game night?"

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True was that I loved New Year's! Nate and Ashley organize this every year. The whole gang comes, and it's one of those few times when we are all together. Our lives are going so fast; most of us have a family now, and Dan now even has a kid. I don't want to miss this.

"I don't want to deal with her."

"Then call her and tell her that you are breaking up."

"Yeah, breaking the engagement over the phone a day before New Year's is much better."

"Then when are you planning on doing it?"

"13th."

"Will it be Friday?" Brandon never really tried to conceal that he didn't like Natasha. For him, she was too passive. He didn't care that she could be a golddigger. He never cared much about social prejudices such as this. To each his own, he always said. Brandon didn't mind our transactional relationship as long we were okay with it. It was the way she acted he couldn't shake. He never really gave me a normal explanation, however. Just that he doesn't think she is for me. But he, of course, respected my decisions.

"Ha-ha, hilarious. No Monday, but I don't plan on seeing her before that."

"Except on New Year's Eve when she will celebrate it with you and your friends," he winked at me, and I just lay on the carpet, regretting my life choices.

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Dec. 31st, 2019:

I parked in front of Nate's house. Judging by the cars, John with Abigail and Dan with Susan were already there.

"Do you think they brought Blake as well?"

"I don't think so. She's like two months now. I don't think even Susan came."

"Why?"

"Man, you are living in your own world, do you."

He shook his head and just stepped out.

"What?" What did I say?

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We greeted everyone, and Ashley told me that Natasha was upstairs in the restroom and she should be down shortly. Great, I couldn't wait...

I grouped with Bran, Nate, and John and tried to dodge the question of how my Christmas went when I heard her soft voice calling my name.

I must say she was beautiful. She had this tight red dress on, and she looked stunning. Her sleek brown hair was falling on her back, and the way she moved was seduction itself. That woman was hot! What was weird was that now it wasn't enough for me. What is happening to me?

"Hi," she purred and kissed my lips.

"Hi," I said sternly.

She leaned toward me and pulled me down by the hem of my jacket. Then she whispered in my ear.

"I am not wearing anything underneath."

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The Matt I used to know would grab her hand and drag her into the basement or laundry room that minute. I had sex with her in this house every New Year's, and it was a standing joke now between us guys. Nate was cool about it.

But I smiled forcefully this time and asked Brandon if he wanted something to drink. Natasha stood there, shocked. I know I was cruel, but there was no way I could stand there thinking about her firm naked breasts or pussy under that fricking short dress and not cum after nearly a month without shooting. No way I could stand this trial! So I decided just to run.

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The evening was great. I loved how Nate and Ashley created the best cozy atmosphere. They were one of those couples one should strive to be, they were the most supportive partners I had ever met, and Ashley had such a caring personality that I was happy Nate found her.

The food was excellent, and after dinner, we all relaxed, sat in the living room, and talked. We laughed and teased each other.

For most previous years, we celebrated in five pairs. We usually sat in various places around Nate's living room. But this time, Brandon and I sat together, and Natasha leaned on me from the other side. This was the first year that Florence was not present, and we all tried not to mention it, but when one looked at Brandon, we could see he missed her here. Honestly... we love Brandon, but we missed her too.

Natasha tried to snatch me away quite a few times, but I told her every time that I wanted to be there for Brandon since this was the first new year he was here alone. She nodded, but I could see she didn't like it.

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After eight, all of us guys went up to Nate's room to play and drink. I was every year like this, us guys up in Nate's room, and women chatted downstairs in the living room. It was the perfect tradition. Even this time, only Ashley, Abigail, and Natasha were there.

"What do you want to play?"

"I don't know; let's look."

"Man, I could just fall asleep here!" Dan fell on Nate's bed.

"Enjoying the life of a father?"

"No, way!"

We looked at him with grins.

"I mean, I love them, but I don't know, guys. I don't remember the last time I slept since that little banshee came into our lives."

"I heard it's hardest in the first months, but then it gets better," Nate pointed out calmly with an empathetic look.

"Hopefully, just wait until you get one like that."

"You mean your pride and joy?" John looked mockingly at Dan.

"Fuck you, man! She will be. One day, when she learns that sleep is a good thing."

"Just saying. I am glad Abigail doesn't want them. So we can enjoy our own lives."

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John was our wild card. Brandon was always a freak, but in comparison to Johny, he was just a shy, timid man. Johny refused to grow old. He married this twenty-five-year-old back when he was thirty-four. They'd been dating for about six months back then. He said they could get divorced anytime, but since they traveled worldwide, it was convenient like this. They both refused the idea of a traditional family, and from his boasting, they lived their dream life with fast cars and loads of sex. They don't own a house as they move so much and rent in whichever country they are currently staying in.

Once Dan tried to "talk some sense into him" and asked him to think about his future. Those two then got into such a heated argument that they hadn't spoken to each other for weeks, and the rest of us had to bring them into this very room and talk some sense into both of them to keep this friendship alive.

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Thankfully Dan was too tired to deal with John's mocking and let it go this time.

"No! If you go there like that, this guy will see you!" Johny pointed at the screen.

"Why? I can get him with that brick over there."

"Yeah, but you need to make it accidental. Brick will not kill him. Trust me, bro, it's faster, and then you can shoot this one as he walks over here."

"You can do it your way when I finish."

"Speed run?"

"Sure, but then I am reloading the map and going again."

"I want to try it as well," I said, watching them.

"Me too."

"Cool. Fastest wins. Dan, you in?"

"No. I will stay here. Thanks."

We talked about the game for a bit, and I had to smile. It was good to see those guys.

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We talked about Flo and Bran's divorce, but there wasn't much he wanted to tell us more about it. It was obviously still painful for him, and we all respected that.

Johny took the console from Nate and started telling us about him and Abi having sex in some park when an elderly couple came over and started cussing at them. We laughed at the way he was telling it, and I was just so happy these guys are so hilarious.

Dan laughed probably the hardest and mentioned that probably even Nate now has more sex than he does and wished me luck with Natasha if we will decide to have kids.

"I am kind of breaking up with her."

They all looked at me. Even John stopped playing. His bold agent just stood there motionless.

"Really?" Nate asked, surprised.

"I think so."

"Man, did you see her dress?" Johny was Johny. One could be sure he would find a chance to mention that.

"Yeah, and that is all she is wearing."

"Matt! No!! Don't do this to me!" Dan yelled. "How am I supposed to look into her eyes now?"

"You can take her if you want."

"Yeah, I am sure Susan would be thrilled."

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"Why?" Nate asked

"I kind of got enough of her."

Brandon chuckled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"For real? That is your reason?"

"I just realized that I am with her only because it's convenient not to deal with dating, expectations, and relationships in general."

"Well, yeah... that's kind of your thing."

They looked at me as if that was just who I was. Seriously? "Maybe I don't want to be like that."

They exchanged looks but kept quiet.

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"How are you going to break it to her?"

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know, yes, I am. Is it my turn, or are you planning on taking him down by staring at him?" I asked John.

John just stared at me, speechless.

"I am just surprised. I mean, I was shocked when you told us you were marrying her, but I kind of got used to that." I heard Dan's voice.

"Give me that." I grabbed the console, and guys probably got a hint of me not wanting to talk about that.

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"I have a question," Brad said with a cheerful voice. "If I told you I may be gay, would that be ok?"

Now the silence was even heavier. I got furious; I knew exactly what he was doing! Bastard!

"Why the fuck should you be gay?!" I shouted at him, enraged.

"Matt! Calm down!" Johny turned to me and then looked at Bran.

"Seriously?"

"No, but I got this cute pizza boy over and thought, how would you react if I was gay."

"Did you like him?"

"No, I kissed a guy before, and it didn't do anything to me, but still, hypothetically, if I would like it, would that be cool?"

"I don't get it, so do you like guys, or you don't?"

"No, I don't, but I am curious."

"About trying it?"

"No, about your reaction."

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Fuck silent assassination. I am going berserk. I opened my inventory and pulled out a machine gun. I was shooting everything moving on the screen, imagining Brandon in each NPC and creating mayhem over there.

"Matt's reaction is obvious. But I am sure he would get cool with it after a while." Johny grinned

"Fuck you all," I said through my gritted teeth.

"It would be cool, of course. I am sure Matt is just going through something. So don't worry, we would take care of him."

"Good to know."

"So, really, are you bi?"

"No," Brandon was laughing on everyone's faces. "But it's good to know that you would be cool with it l."

They all looked at each other in utter confusion. But then, I suppose they just concluded that it was Brandon...

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Things went smoothly after that, and we had terrific times when Ashley knocked on the door, that was eleven o'clock already. Right, back down, how great... Guys went to be with their wives for the last hour of the year, but I couldn't face that.

"You are coming, bro? Ashley's famous midnight dinner."

"You go ahead. I want to make a call."

"Right, say hi from me."

"Just go."

He patted me on the shoulder, and I sat on Nate's bed, dialing Thomas's number.

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"Isn't it too soon to wish me Happy New Year?"

"Probably."

"You sound sad."

"And you sound giddy."

He chuckled. Is he drunk?

"Are you drunk already?"

"Only a little, but mostly in a great mood."

"You still at your folks?"

"Nooo, I came back the day before yesterday."

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I? You are not to contact me until the 7th. I thought it would be easier like this."

"No, I am not to come into your house until the 7th."

"I should be careful about wordings with you, should I?"

"Among other things."

He chuckled again. "True."

"Tom, where is Peter?" I heard in his background some guy with fucking deep voice. Wait! Peter??!

"I don't know."

"Weren't you just together?" Together?!

"Yeah, but he's not my pet anymore. You should take care of him." Why did he say it in such a low voice?

"Don't you worry. I am taking excellent care of him."

"You can show me later. I have someone on the line." What the fuck?!

I gritted my teeth.

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"Is that Peter the ex? The ginger one?"

"Yeah, his husband is the best friend of Dora's wife."

"And why are you there?"

"Dora's my best friend. I am here every year. They throw the best New Year's party."

"So you are celebrating New Year with your ex-boyfriend?"

"There are like twenty people over here, Matt. And it's not like we have an orgy. And remind me, aren't you celebrating with your fiancé?"

"Give me the address."

"Why?"

"I am coming over."

He was silent for a moment.

"Why?"

"I want to kiss you at midnight."

"... Why?" his voice got coarse! I closed my eyes upon hearing that.

"Cos I do. The address, Thomas."

"No." his tone was quiet, as if his last resolve kicked in.

"If you don't tell me, I am calling Dora and getting it out of her by any means."

"We had a deal. You keep breaking them."

"No, I am not. The deal is not to come over to your house, and you are not at your house, are you?"

"I'm drunk, Matt, don't do this."

"I am sober. Now tell me."

"Are you going to kiss me in front of my friends?"

"No."

"Then why should I sneak around?"

"Who are you kissing at midnight?"

"I don't know. There are few candidates here."

"Fucker."

"Why do you care? Didn't you say something about not being exclusive?"

"Thomas," I purred into the phone. "You know you want me to come just as much as I do. I don't know how far you are, but only about forty minutes are left. Can you please give me the address? I can stay in the car. It will be up to you if you will come."

"You are one strange person, Matt Sanders. Do you have a pen?"

"Just tell me."

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I ran down. Took my jacket and keys.

"I need to go out."

Everyone went quiet and looked my way. Brandon came to me.

"Where are you going?"

"For midnight kiss." I looked at him without any care about the rest hearing me. The room was so silent you could hear a fly buzz in the kitchen if there would be any. Brandon, however, smiled and stepped out of my way.

"What do you mean by that?!" I heard Natasha's raised voice.

Fuck...

"I will deal with that. You go get that kiss." Brandon opened the door for me. I could hug him now!

"Who are you going to kiss?!" Natasha yelled after me.

"We can talk tomorrow," I told her and left.

"Matt!!"

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I put the address into the navigation and stepped on the gas. About twenty minutes to midnight, I stopped the car and called Thomas.

"You really did come, did you?"

"Come out."

"Come in."

"I don't want to meet your ex."

"What are you doing here, Matt?"

"Getting crazy. Please, just come."

"Damn. Wait there."

Soon I could see him walking toward me. I don't know how. I was outside, slamming my mouth on his with such force that I threw him against that house's wall. Thomas went into my jacket and grabbed my ass with both hands, pressing me against him. My mouth hurt from the way we were kissing each other. I grabbed his throat and squeezed it hearing him moan. His hand gripped my nape, and he turned with me so I was now pressed against the wall.

"On your knees."

"Thomas, we are on the street."

He slapped me across the face.

"Now, slut."

Fuck! I turned around. We were in a dark corner between two houses, and many people were in each. I don't think we were very visible, but I felt exposed.

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I heard him unzip his pants. I looked at him.

"Do I need to repeat that?"

He grabbed my ear and pulled me down. I hissed and knelt before him. Trapped between his dick and the house wall behind me, I felt coerced. But, to my surprise, I liked that! My dick hurt from how hard it was. I hated that I could not cum.

I took his dick into my mouth and sucked his precum. He held my head and turned me to look at him. Even in the dark, I could see his menacing smile as he gripped the sides of my head and started fucking my face. I tried to breathe and keep my mouth open, covering my teeth, but soon he pushed against the back of my throat, and I felt my gag reflex. He already knew how to work my throat.

With cruel precision, he rammed into my mouth again and again, and after a while, he pushed through, and my throat gave in. I felt him stretching it and sliding inside. I tried to breathe, but I was in pain. My jaw was getting sore, and at some points, I couldn't breathe. My dick jerked so hard I was worried I would cum just from him raping my face.

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Thomas unbuttoned his shirt and left it open. I started at those firm, hard, muscled pecs and wished I could grab them.

"Your hands."

I raised them, and he let his pants slide down.

Thomas guided my left hand to his nipple and ordered me to pull. He hissed, took my right hand, bent a little, and licked my fingers.

Is he going to do what I think he is? I leaked like a tap. My dick was begging to rip out of my pants.

He took my wrist and guided it to his crack. For real? Man! I will seriously cum!

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Thomas used my hand like some kind of dildo. He pushed one finger in and moved with it slowly while I twisted his nipple and sucked his dick to the base repeatedly. Next, Thomas added my second finger and trusted with his ass on them. Third. I couldn't stand it anymore!