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He sent me an invite.

That's actually the wrong way to say it.  Invite is a verb.  It should actually be invitation.  He sent me an invitation. "An invitation". It refers to the actual message asking someone if they'd like to do something or go somewhere.

"This is all you?"

Bron opens the door and walks me in.  I'd been staying at Jr.'s place getting myself together but he promised to come pick me up later that night when he got off work.  It took forever to get in the building with the state of the art security and the concierge making a big deal just about us arriving.   His loft is gorgeous.  It smells like him.  It's an amazing smell to smell.  As I walk the stately room I'm kind of blown away by the size and the scale of it.  The living room area is bigger than my entire old apartment.   Here I am looking like a sickly patient walking into something like this.  Bron doesn't seem to care though.

"Yeah is that a hot tub?" I ask.

I feel like a fan when I walk into a spa room and see a beautiful hot tub.

"Get in...I'll turn it on."
"I don't have a bathing suit."

Bron reaches over and pulls out a drawer.  Sure enough, he has an extra.  He hands me them and repeats, "Like I said get in...I'll turn it on.   Get comfortable.  You deserve it.  I'll be right back."

With that Bron turns and leaves.  I can't believe any of this is happening.  I look out the window and see the city below me and it's only in that moment, alone, looking at what my friends have accomplished that it all really hits me.  I wasn't in the same situation anymore.  My life had changed and it felt like overnight but that wasn't the case.

I change and get in the spa.   It's relaxing as hell.  It makes me feel alive.  I feel the warm bubblers walking over me and I can hear Bron moving in the distance.

"You still owe me fifty dollars from when we were 16," I laugh, "You better pay me my money bro..."

"I think I can make that work," I hear him say from the distance, "You want something to drink?"

"Sure."

That's when I hear his footsteps.  That's when I see him in the doorway.

My tongue gets caught up in my mouth when I see him standing there.

"Oh shit."

Bron is completely naked.  He's standing there in all his glory.   Under the threshold, he had a bottle of expensive looking wine in one hand.  On the other hand, he has two flutes of wine.   I'm not focused on any of that though.  I'm focused on the Anaconda between his legs.  All of a sudden, I feel like I'm in the thriller from the 90s.  I'm probably playing the role of J-Lo running from his anaconda trying not to get swallowed whole.  His long beautiful dick flap is semi-hard.  He's looking at me and when he does I swear I feel like the entire world surrounds this man.

Our eyes connect and I am literally speechless as he walks over to the water.  It's a slow walk.  Sexy.  I've seen Bron being sexy for girls before.  It always came naturally to him.  I'd seen him seduce girls to the fact that they were dripping wet before he even got in arm's length.  Back then I would stay off to the side feeling so jealous that I wasn't one of those girls.  I'd get just as turned on.

It was never me though.  It was always them.

This time he was doing it to me.

By the time he submerges himself into the water, dripping of sex appeal and masculinity I feel like my dick squirts out a little semen into the water.  It's just pre-cum.  It's just my body letting me know that I've been waiting for this forever and I'm dying of anticipation.

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