Hey guys, I am currently writing the conclusion for the series I have here. Please send me emails. I love you guys and all the positive feedback I have received. I have revised what I have written so far and changed a couple parts that I thought were awkward. Revised and hopefully better than before. I also have more of James' thoughts.
My name is James and I am a senior in high school. I live in a small town, where if you found out that a person was gay, you soon found that they were shunned by the entire area. I am six feet tall, with a tan, toned, body, and bright green eyes. I have short brown hair that I keep spiked up in the front. I had a boyish face and people said I looked like Taylor Lautner. People tell me all the time that I am the best dressed guy in the school, but I am not feminine in any sense of the word. I play tennis, workout and I am an avid football watcher.
This is where I met my best friend, Ryan. We met in our freshman year, and we immediately hit it off. We played together on the doubles team and we got along better than brothers did.
He was the first person I have ever met that I cared about so deeply that I would do anything for them. Most people say that about their families, but I did not get along with them. Whatever. I really don't care that much. Being intelligent and raised in a community where stupidity was the norm, I often did not bond well with people who were ignorant. My parents are a great example of this. So, I practically have taken care of every aspect of my life since the age of ten.
Ryan was known around the school as the best kid around. He was a god. He had blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile that could kill. He was charming, could make anybody laugh, and was ready to help anybody who needed it. I found women attractive and still do, but there was something about Ryan that I just resented, but wanted at the same time. I have never found a girl who was ready for a fun, but serious relationship, so I ended my relationships before the heartbreak set in for either party. Ryan, however, was more than lucky. He was currently dating the hottest girl in the school, Tracy, and they had been dating for over a year. We three had always done our school projects together and we were known throughout the school for our awesome friendship.
One day though, his happiness went away...
It was a spring Friday afternoon, right after school, when I went up to Tracy's locker, because we were all going to go to the mall to hang out and see a movie, and I said, "Hey! We still going out today?"
She said coldly, "I don't think so," and quickly walked away.
I wanted to go after her, but I decided to check my phone to see if Ryan would know what happened.
I had a text that said, "I'm having the worst day of my life."
I felt a surge of pain within me, because I felt terrible if Ryan was ever upset. I felt guilty, even if it wasn't my fault.I knew he was going to be leaving the school in his car, so I thought I could get to his car first. I walked quickly through the school and got strange looks from everybody in the school. I figured the worst had happened between those two, but I had no clue why everybody was staring at me. I saw him getting into his car when I caught up to him.
Exasperated, I said, "Hey... What happened to you two?"
With tears in his eyes, he said, "She broke up with me. She said I had too many issues and I could never be what she wanted."
I replied, "I'm sorry dude. If I can help in any way..."
He cut me off, "You're just going to hurt me like everyone else has. I have nobody and nothing to live for. Leave me alone!!!" He drove away faster than I have ever seen anybody drive in my life.
"That's not true. You have me..." was the only thought I had in my mind.
I stood there, and I just felt so bad about this whole situation. I went to tennis practice and worked out afterwords to not think about it. I sweated and loved it when I flexed. I was starting to get real muscle. Even the football players, the people you would expect to be the heroes of the gym, admired my body. I was slender, but had muscle everywhere. I could not count the amount of times guys and girls would feel my six pack and toned body. Sometimes I would trade massages with the guys and I could feel their boners touching my side when they massaged me. I assumed it was kind of an envy, but I loved the feeling of somebody rubbing my hot, sweaty, and sore body right after a work out. One time after a massage, I had gotten a blowjob from one of Tracy's best friends in the coach's office. He and I were close and I often used some special equipment in there for working out, so I had all of the keys. She was amazing at sucking dick, she licked the head a lot passionately before moving up to my belly button and kissing my nipples and abs. God I loved that so much. After cumming once, I turned her on her stomach and bent her on the coach's desk and began fucking her in the ass. I thought anal was the greatest thing in my life. I was fucking her so hard that I moved the coach's metal desk about three feet and she was moaning so hard and was screaming for me to cum in her ass. I did once and let her swallow the rest of my load. I'm not usually this much of a toolbag, but I guess everybody regrets something, right? She swallowed and we only now talk occasionally, due to me feeling awkward. My first thought after that first session of anal sex was what it would be like to fuck a guy with a nice tone ass. Then, I wondered what it would be like to take it. Phew, I don't want to be gay. It scares me, even now that I look back on things. However, during this whole work out, I just felt bad for Ryan, so I called it quits and went out to my car. There were dark looming clouds outside and the sounds of thunder were lighting up my ears. I saw a note on the front windshield and it read and it read,
"James, I went to our spot. I hate feeling this pain. I didn't mean what I said earlier, but now, I have nobody but you, and I hate to be a burden, so I won't. My parents hate me, everyone in school has been spreading rumors about me, and now Tracy hates me. Leave me go. Sorry, Ryan Garrisson"
Ever since Ryan's parents got a divorce, he had never been the same. He went from having a perfect home life to dealing with two parents hating each other. He sometimes would just get really depressed and before, he always had Tracy to rely on. I had grown strong from my parent's separation and taught him ways to avoid getting involved in their arguments. I knew that he was in a frenzy so I hurried to him.
Our spot was a mountain peak overlooking a beautiful valley. Tracy, Ryan, and I would often go there and just talk about life. And now, I was worried he might end his own up there. The drive was about twenty minutes and it was starting to get extremely chilly outside. Less than halfway through the drive, intense amounts of rain and balls of hail about the size of bouncy balls starting hitting my windshield. I could barely see when I was driving, but I continued on. I heard on the radio that nobody should be out in this weather and that all people were supposed to be indoors. I drove all the faster. I got to the spot where we park and I saw Ryan's car there.
I ran to the spot where we all hung out. It was over a mile long up a steep hill and it was one of the most exhausting things I have ever done. The sound from the rain and hail was almost deafening and I saw him sitting down with his head between his knees. I walked up to him and looked deeply into his eyes. Even though the rain and hail were so loud, I could still hear his uncontrollable sobbing. It made me want to as well. He looked terrible at this moment. His entire face was red from crying, he had a cut on his face from falling down while hiking up, and his hair was dripping wet. He wore a cut off shirt stuck to his body, defining his beautiful abs and gym shorts which nicely outlined his nicely sized cock. I stared at him and his beauty for a moment, seeing myself getting drenched as well, and saw he was shivering profusely.
"Ryan. We have to go. Please, you're going to get hypothermia."
"I don't care," he yelled as thunder roared in the sky.
"I want to die. I have no reason to live. Everything is gone. I have nothing, unlike you."
"Shut. up. I'll just leave you then. See you on Monday, asshole," What a douche bag. I love the kid to pieces but when he goes on a rant, he goes a bit overboard I was so pissed off at that moment. I had no money, no support in my family and even though he was my best friend, I still wanted to punch him in the face. I was going to walk away and then come back. I knew he would be sorry. I thought it was just a relationship. They don't last in high school. I walked away and I heard him yelling, but in a softer tone, "James, please... wait."
He was still crying, but he was trying to walk after me. I saw him stumble and start to fall. I ran up to him and stopped him from falling. I caught him and realized he was unconscious. I felt bad for even thinking about leaving him there. I switched positions and held him by his back and the back of his knees. I slouched over while carrying him over the one mile expanse, so he didn't get more wet. I held him close to me and I could feel his warm breath against my chest. I felt so complete, even though I was now shivering. Holding him close to me, feeling his breath against my body, felt better than any sensation a women has ever given to me. Shit, I have no clue. This is so confusing to me. I thought about this while I was carrying him. Did I love him like that? I have never liked. a guy before, but I knew I loved Ryan more than anybody in my life. I just held him even more closely to me the closer we got to my car. We got down to my car and as I was laying him down to put some towels on my backseat, I heard him mutter, "I love you."
"I love you," the three scariest words I hate to hear. He's delusional. He loves me as a friend. He's looking for an outlet. Come on James... Come up with an excuse that does not tell you what you want to hear.
The way his calm voice say that made me feel so gull of joy on the inside. I felt loved by him, just as I loved him. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Come on brain, you have to take care of Ryan. I dried him off and then wrapped him in a blanket I had in my car for hangouts with friends. I was so glad my parents had left for the week to go the race. I would have a hard time explaining complex emotion to their dense heads.
I drove home and parked in my driveway and carried Ryan out of my car into the house. He smiled and even though he said he would be okay, I didn't trust him to walk. I put him down on my bed and started my bath tub for two people. I saw he was still shivering, but now he was asleep. I took off his shirt revealing his wet and sexy, hairless abdomen. I took off my shirt as well and decided he needed to take his shorts off. I realized how gay I felt, but it needed to be done. Plus, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I wanted to see his dick. To have it in my mouth and suck on it for hours. I wanted to swallow his gallons of cum. I wanted everything there was to him. His beautiful lips, his perfect body. I just wanted him. I have never felt so strongly about anyone before in my life. Damn thoughts. Please get out of my mind. I took his flip flops off and then his shorts and underwear at the same time. He had a huge cock. It was six inches soft, circumcised, and not too veiny. Even though cocks were not attractive to me, I thought he had a beautiful one. Ryan's ass was nice and firm and even tighter because of the cold. I drooled at his body. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I took of my clothes and immediately I knew I was getting hard. I'm about 8 inches long when I'm hard and now I was so horny, even though I was freezing to death. I saw him wake up and led him to the bath tub shivering. Neither of us said a word, while we soaked in the nice hot water. He came and sat right in front of me and I began rubbing his shoulders and he leaned his back against my chest. A normal straight guy would do this, right? My dick was hard the entire time and I knew it was riding near his ass. He turned around and said to me finally, "I'm sorry for everything I said, and for what I'm making you do right now. You saved my life dude, and I have no clue how to pay for it."
I said, "Don't worry about it bro. You know how much I care about you. I would do anything for you. Here let me clean that cut on your face."
I gently rubbed the cut on his face to get rid of the dirt and the color was finally returned to him. We got out of the tub, not discussing our awkward closeness and dried off. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was absolutely beautiful and I couldn't get the picture of me feeling his breath on my chest out of my head. He sat on my bed and started looking at the ground.
"What happened between you two?" I asked.
"She was sick of me being sad about my parents. And how I always wanted to hang out with you too. I disagreed and said you were just as and maybe more important to me as she was, so she ended it," he said again in tears.
"Hey hey hey... No more tears, I'm here with you now. And I always will be," I said as I hugged him. I didn't care that we were naked. And neither did he. I felt his warm tears slide down my shoulder. I gave him some of my clothes to put on. Damn, he looked even sexier in my clothing. I went downstairs and ordered a pizza. The storm had went away, but it was still cold outside. We turned on the TV and began watching a movie. He finally seemed to be coming back to normal. We ate like pigs and finished a whole pizza in ten minutes. In the middle of the movie I saw Ryan getting depressed so I asked him what was the matter.
"James, have you ever thought about being with a guy?"
"What do you mean? I'm with you right now. I'm pretty sure you have a dick," I replied jokingly.
"I meant like having sex you asshole, just like being intimate and sharing that bond with a guy," he said laughing.
I just wanted to pour out my entire soul on him then but all I said was, "I think everyone has, especially in your situation."
"I guess you're right... Umm... Can I say something about what I said when you were getting close to putting me in the car?"
"Yeah..." My heart was skipping a thousand beats a minute.
"I meant what I said. I love you, James," he said almost to tears again.
"I love you too bro," I said hugging Ryan, figuring this was about friendship, but then I felt the unexpected. He began to kiss my neck. I quickly pulled away.
"What are you doing?"
"I wanted to show you what I meant," he was crying again.
I felt so bad for him. I wanted to scream right then and there that I loved him with all of my heart. That nobody would ever be able to take his place in my mind. That I would always be there beside him. But, I feel guilt. I am taking advantage of my hurt best friend. Hide your feelings, James. Hide them far, far away.
" I felt this way about you for so long. I just didn't know for sure what I felt," Ryan said to me.
I sat in silence and saw he was drawing near to me again. I could do or say nothing.
We kissed again, this time locking lips completely. It was the greatest kiss I ever felt. It was warm, passionate, and loving. We played with tongues and made out without any inhibition. I carried him up to my bedroom from the living room once again feeling his warm breath against my body. Why did I hide my feelings for so long? We started stripping each other's clothing off and rubbing each other down, not yet touching each other's cocks.
"Do you want to do that? I mean, we can act like this never happened," he asked me.
"I don't care. I love you," I said ready to move on to the next level, scared I would fail him
We started jacking each other off. Just making out almost made me cum already, but this was to over the top. I want to show him how much I cared for him so I sucked on his neck, and gave him hickies all the way down to his nipples. I spent time on each one, and he would moan so loudly at times that I could just come. I licked and kissed all the way down his sexy midsection and whenI was about the suck on his cock, I moved my head back and realized he was about 10 inches long. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen in life, and I have seen pretty many cocks in the showers. Without wanting to frighten him, I teased him with his nipples again and he said, "If you don't want to do this, you don't have to."
I was so scared. I wanted to please him in the worst way. I wanted to make him the best feeling person in the world. I was scared. I knew I loved a man, something I never would have thought of. But, I knew I loved Ryan. So I opened my mouth wide and began bobbing up and down on his dick with my mouth. It was warm and utterly delicious. I was only able to take about three inches in my mouth, but I licked his cock head liked I worshiped it. I tried getting it all in, and I started to choke.
He said,"Do you like that huge cock, James?"
"I love it... it's the greatest thing I've had in my mouth," I replied with a smile.
"Then I'm tasting yours now then," he said happily.
I got up and he pushed me on my bed and began sucking on my dick. I was already hard and my head was oozing with precum,
"I've always wanted to do this," He said with that killer smile.
He was able to stuff my wider, but slightly smaller dick in his mouth. He made chocking sounds, and that made me crazy. He seemed to know what I like and kept making noise, which made me feel confident. I was about to cum when I told him to bring his ass to my face. I started eating his ass out. I stuffed my tongue in there and he began to moan louder than before. It was beautiful and he just let me do that. It was over the top for him and I almost came without even touch my cock. He did the same thing to me. I felt a jolt of nerves hit me immediately. It was strange at first but then it felt like paradise. I never felt anything so good in my life. He then shoved one finger in my ass and began moving it around. I loved every part of this and when I finally said," Can I have you?" I screamed yes with a slight tinge of pain. He began to put on a condom, but I swatted it away and said, "You can have the best time of your life. I trust you,"
He put a little of my lube on his dick and pressed it against my hole.
"Let loose, it'll go in then."
I did, but as soon as I did I felt the worst pain of my life. I began weeping. I knew I was bleeding, but I heard it felt better after a while.
"You're so huge, Ryan!!! Go slow, now!" I cried like a little girl.
He had slow passionate thrusts and it was starting to feel amazing as I felt my best friend inside me. Boy, I feel like I'm in Heaven. It took a long time to adjust to.
"Oh my god!! This feels so good now, get all of it in me and fuck me as hard as you can. Get all of your pain in me. Release it all!!!" I screamed in ecstasy.
"I love you so much, James! You take my cock! You be my bitch! I'll fuck you so hard you can't walk. You're so tight, Tracy never was this good!" He said as he was plowing my fresh tight hole.
It hurt so bad again as he fucked, but like before, it got better, but this time is was five times more pleasurable. He fucked me so hard and fast that my eyes were rolling in the back of my head. The whole time I was moaning like a little girl, but the pleasure was the greatest thing I could possibly have ever felt. He slowed down for a second and said so loudly," I'm gonna cum dude."
I thought he was going to pull out, but I yelled, "Harder and cum inside me you pussy!!" He pounded harder than ever before the seat pouring on to me. His body was just as attractive as mine apparently was, but even more. His body was laying on top of mine and we kissed until we had to gasp for air. All of a sudden I felt this force inside my ass and I came so hard that it landed on my face. He collapsed on top of me with his dick still inside me and we layed there with my cum in between us. The joy I felt was greater than anything I felt before. My ass hurt so much though. His dick fell out of me with a slurping sound and grew soft.
The only thing he said next was, "I'm ready."
I was still hard and I ate out his ass some more and grinded against his sweaty body, licking his shoulder muscles and sucking on the back of his neck. I grabbed his perfect ass muscles and rubbed them. Oh MY GOD!! Were they tight! I lubed up by dick and drilled it all into to him the first time. He yelped and screamed even louder than before,"Make this crying pussy your little bitch!! Stuff that huge wide cock of yours inside me!!!!! YES YES YES FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME HARDER!!! THAT'S THE SPOT! AH AH AH!!!!" I never even heard a girl moan like he did. It was so exhilarating. I loved every second of fucking him. I would fuck him fast like that and then slow down to slow powerful thrusts that would take his breath away. I loved having my dick stretching out his warm, moist insides. It was better than any pussy that I have ever felt. "Yeah You're my bitch, Ryan! Wait till we tell Tracy, who really made you cum!!"I felt by balls go into my body and knew I was going to come again.
"Dude, where do you want it?" I almost screamed.
"This bitch wants it in his mouth," he said. I loved his voice getting fucked. my huge throbbing dick made a pop sound coming out of his ass and he threw me up on my bed and sucked my dick again, bobbing up and down so fast that my body twisted in so many ways from the massive amounts of pleasure I was feeling. I flooded his mouth completely with my cum and brought myself down to make out with him. My mouth was full of my cum and his saliva. The thick man juice in our mouths were so sensual as we made out with the complete feeling of passion. We were so close to each other that it was hard to breath. We held each so close to one another that we never wanted to let go. We rubbed each other in every area of our bodies swapping that delicious cum between us until we swallowed it all.
We stared into each other's eyes and at the same time, said, "I love you," and held each other in our arms.
We fell asleep, two lovers, two guys. What is happening to me? Love? I just... I've never had it before.
Chapter 2 Troubles in Paradise
A week has passed since Ryan and I first had sex. We stayed together overnight at each other's houses, but neither of us spoke about what happened that night. Ryan was getting made fun of at school constantly now. It seemed as though everybody had found out the breakup and took Tracy's side. And I was caught in the middle of it all. I was friends with both Tracy and Ryan, but I made sure that nobody made fun of Ryan about it when he was around. Ryan took all of the criticism hard, and came to me in tears after school. His parents loved Tracy and blamed Ryan for everything that had happened. They even got her birthday presents and invited her over for dinner after the breakup when Ryan was over at my house. That was the main source of gossip at the school. I tried talking to her about it, but she ignored the topic completely. Ryan had left our study group to talk to other friends and Tracy's friend had joined us. The bell rang and both of them came up to me after the bell.
"Hey James, how about we go over to my house after school and work on this worksheet? Wendy is coming too" Tracy asked me.
"Ummmm... we only have like three questions left to do." I responded hesitantly.
Ryan had heard the question, looked at me with sad eyes, and left the room. I felt so awkward for not taking a side.
Wendy, a beautiful blonde, came up to me and started rubbing my tone thigh and grazed my half hard cock. I bet that Ryan handles the cock better.
"Gosh, James, who are you trying to impress today with your red button down, v-neck shirt and white khaki pants. I know I am."
This time she had no shyness about rubbing my cock in the middle of the room with Tracy just standing there. Wendy had a reputation for being strong when she wanted to fuck. She was gorgeous, and there was a rumor that Tracy and her had made out for a dare once. Ryan was doing some extra practice today so I decided to go, even though it seemed a little sketchy.
"Ok, sounds cool. I can't stay too long though." Lies. I had all day.
"Yay! I even prepped some chicken parm that I just needed to bake for us then."
"And if I didn't come over?" Shit. My one true weakness. Chicken anything. Only thing better is if she serenaded me.
"I knew you would, you're a dedicated guy" she said with a coy smile.
God were they both hot, and I could not help I was a roller coaster with sex on the brain. We got to her house and she put the chicken parm in the oven and we all went to Tracy's room to do our work. We were almost finished when the stove went off. We went downstairs and we ate. We finished at about the same time but my stomach rumbled and Tracy brought me more. But, she started rubbing my abs and started massaging my back as I ate. Wendy did too and I ate as fast as I could. I was so hard and was ready to blow. I didn't want to do this, but it was too much for any man. Especially since Ryan and I were not dating or even out. It was cruel of me and part of me, but I thought he would do the same. We went upstairs and Tracy turned up the heat as high as she could. I was roasting so I took off my shirts.
"Do you mind if we do?" they both asked too.
I knew this was going to be sketchy. And what came next was a shocker. Wendy said, "I'm taking off my shorts."
"Oh, what the hell. It's just James." Tracy said. we finished the assignment feeling awkward and as I was putting away my things Wendy unbuttoned my pants and pulled the down. I had no clue it was going to go this far. And I'm going to cum if this shit keeps going on.
"Are you ready for some fun?" Wendy asked.
"Come on James," Tracy said rubbing my pecs and nipples. Ummm... What?
"Tracy, this is wrong, we're friends, and Ryan" I pleaded.
This was probably the worst thing I have ever done. She pushed me down on the bed and sat on top of my dick and was grinding hard. I couldn't help but get an erection. It was painfully good, and as much as I wanted to throw her off me I couldn't help but go along. Wendy came up to Tracy and undid her bra and started making out with her as she rubbed by chest with one hand. I never could picture two girls being this hot in front of my own eyes. "I've never noticed how beautiful your eyes are. They are like emeralds." Wendy said as she rubbed me down. She got a wink from Tracy and she got off and went to the dresser. Stop, James, the conscious part of my mind said. My other brain thought differently.
"You're a god among boys, James. " Tracy said as she continued grinding on me ash she laid on top of me.
"Yeah? Am I?" I said in ecstasy. And I know who won in this battle of brains.
"Much thicker than Ryan. Hotter too. An Adonis," she said passionately.
Just then I heard the camera sound go off as Tracy started making out with me. Wendy had just taken a picture of this and smiled like a devil. Fucking bitch.
"Now sending to Ryan. I'm sure he'll love this. His love of his life and his best friend," she said laughing. I threw Tracy off of me on the bed. I took Wendy's phone hoping to get to the message before it sent. I was too late. I was so upset at that point that I just stood there.
"Now it's my turn she said," as she pushed me on the bed with her phone in her hand. She pulled my boxers down and sucked my dick. It was hard, but I was so pissed that I wanted to just release, so I threw her on her back and held her hands and brought my cock to her face. I saw her phone and had a plan. As I fucked her face as Tracy watched, I took her phone, put it on video and then recorded this. I talked dirty to her, asking her if she was her master's cunt, and making her the sluttiest person ever. Best part of the ordeal, made sure there was no proof it was me. I masked my voice. I asked her if she like the taste of my sweet precum and my sweaty dick. She said yes and played her part well. I was about to cum and she pulled out and said she wanted it on her face so I exploded making sure it was the messiest thing ever.It was in her hair and face and eyes and I smeared my cum all over her face and mouth and then she sucked all of the cum off my dick.
"Nice ending to her plan," I thought.
"Thanks, Now your parents will love this," She tried grabbing her phone maniacally, but I was too strong to not hold her back.
"And there we go, video is sent. Have fun Wendy. And Tracy, don't pull that shit ever again,I know that couldn't have been your plan. Consider this your last warning." I said as Wendy was bawling and Tracy just stood there. I got my things, put on my clothes and checked my own phone. My parents said they were going to be out of town for another week. They didn't care much about work and they had plenty of vacation days. I was so upset with myself. I kissed my best friend's ex girlfriend. I drove home, in tears, knowing he was going to hate me for my lack of self-control. I hated myself even more than he would though. I bet Wendy had everything to do with this breakup. She wanted to do Ryan and I for some time together, and we said no to that. For one, that was uncalled for, and he was dating Tracy at the time this idea was conceived. I drove home, opened my door and walked up to my room. I opened the door and felt this force hit me in the face.
"Hey "Best Friend". How's my ex?" Ryan stood over me, more angry than I had ever seen him.
"Ryan... It's not what you saw."
"Really! Guess you didn't see this coming too?" as I blocked the next punch.
I was bleeding and already bruising too from the first one. Damn. He's stronger than before.
"She started it dude. And came on top of me and Wendy took the picture," I said pointlessly trying to defend myself.
"Fuck you man!" He keeps trying to move his arms, but I have them in a grip. I see the fury in his eyes, the anger, the betrayal. I deserve the beat down I should be getting.
"Please... I know it was wrong and stop. I feel bad enough," I said now crying.
"No you don't!! You cunt! After everything, you do this to me! You are all I had. Burn in hell you piece of shit!" he was crying too, but he keeps trying to get and hurt me. After much struggling, I threw him off of me and went to my trash can knowing that if I didn't get rid of all the blood in my throat from that one punch. "Beg for forgiveness, 'best friend'," he said to me sarcastically.
I coughed and coughed blood and I said, "No, no pleading will help. But, I love you Ryan." I was crying again and it pissed him off more.
"YOU'RE CRYING!" he got angry again. This time I pushed him away.
"What do you want me to say? Do you really want me to beg and plead for your forgiveness? That even though it has been over a week that you have been broken up that it is completely wrong of me to have something happen between my best girl friend, who I used to have a crush on, and me, who can't find a stable relationship? And what are we anyway? Best friends who fuck whenever the other one loses his girlfriend? We said "I love you" but haven't talked about the whole thing at all. Are we that scared of ourselves? Or did you just use me as a chance to get off? I think you're just as bad as me. Fuck your best friend if you are not getting laid anymore. I deserved some of this, but not all of this." I said proudly, sadly, but frustratingly.
"James. It's not like that." Ryan said as he rubbed my face, which was bleeding. He looked at his hands and started tearing up of sadness and guilt.
"Is it?" I yelled, now getting a little pissed myself. He looked at me, seeing the damage he's already done.
"How... How could I do this to you? I should've listened to you. I'm so so sorry. I love you man" he said hugging me as we cried into each other.
I couldn't say a word. I still felt guilt, but I felt a little better. I just cried, a mixture of emotion.
"Let me clean you up." he said taking off my bloody clothes and he carried me to my bathroom and sat me in the bath tub and turned the cold water on. He rinsed off my face so it wasn't bleeding as bad anymore.Then he filled the tub up with soap and cold water. I was freezing but it felt good against my wounds..He washed my entire body, massaging me along the way.
"After saving me, I never was able to pay you back," Ryan said as he rinsed me off.
"You don't need to. Just... don't do that again. Trust me. I never want to hurt you," I said as I kissed him on the neck.
"Come on let's make up" Ryan said.
He dried me off and then taking off his clothes. He had been working out harder for the past two months and his body was like chiseled marble. He smiled and laughed as picked me up and twirled me in a circle. We made out more intensely than ever before, already starting to sweat. Our tongues were in each other's throats, exploring every possible area they could. My arms were rubbing his strong shoulders and tight ass. I loved him, even though he pummeled me half to death. I knew it would never happen again, as he gingerly rubbed over my bruises, sucking each spot where he had hit me. It was painful, but there was hidden pleasure within. I felt his huge 10 inch dick riding my ass and I lowered myself onto it. I felt so good and I knew he wouldn't see it coming. He was so shocked that he he gasped. I never felt so whole in my life. Ryan inside of me completes a void I cannot describe. He put me against the wall and I braced my back against it and him as he wildly fucked me. There was such fiery passion in his eyes. I knew though, he wanted to pleasure me more than himself. He took the time to hit that spot inside of me and I would moan so loudly each time that he would keep doing it to hear my voice. It was hard on him to do this at this angle but he didn't care. I felt so amazing as he plowed me against the wall. I yelled that I was about to cum as he started pumping faster than an engine and I came so hard it landed all over his face. I felt him them fill my ass up and I came again, this time he just lapped it all up with his tongue after it landed on my chest in a pool of delicious goo. I licked all of my first load off as we began making out once again. He grew soft and I slid off of him. I tried getting off the ground and I couldn't walk without help. I was fucked that hard that my muscles turned to jelly. He carried me to my bed and got on top of me and riding my hard cock again like a stallion. He moved his ass muscles back and forth without going up and down. His athleticism showed as he did this while sucking deeply into my neck.
"I love you James." he said into my ear.
"I love you truly Ryan. Don't change," I whispered back in reply and then he moaned like a girl. He loved getting fucked and I loved hearing him. He loved receiving pleasure more than an girl has. He puts so much effort into hitting his prostate that watching him is enough to get off. I then flipped him over and fucked him in the ass slowly and strongly until he came so hard it when past his face. Seeing that huge strong load got me over the edge and I came one last time in his ass. I then pulled out put my finger near the oozing cum and stuck in his mouth as he sucked it dry.
"James. Will you go out with me?" he said as he took my finger out of his mouth.
"Yes. We need to keep it a secret though. You know that." I said thoughtfully.
"I know, I'm willing to take that chance because I love you." he said with a soft kiss as I fell asleep with my face buried on his hot hairless, well defined chest.
Chapter 3 Graduation
It was a bright, hot, sunny, day. It was the day that Ryan and I had been looking forward to our entire lives. It was the day of our graduation. We had started dating a month ago and it has been paradise. We had applied to the same college and planned on living in the same dorm. We are still not out to our parents or anybody else in the school, but that is completely alright. We didn't really care what anybody else could possibly think about us, and it seems nobody thought anything different about us. I found it hard to not show any affection to him during the day, or even get the small chance to rub his huge cock through his gym shorts in class. I had fallen for him, completely. I looked at our relationship as something that transcended the fact that he was male. I loved him, the circumstances did not matter at all and he said he loved me just as much. We had an agreement that we could hang out with other girls if we wanted too and have sex with them, but we couldn't with other guys. We never found other men attractive other than ourselves. So that maintained our straightness in school. It's not like we fucked many other girls either. I only did once, but it never was the same as sliding my thick 8 inch cock Ryan's muscular ass, and it couldn't even compare to the way it felt having his enormous cock up mine. I just woke up spooning him at his house. I loved holding onto him and hearing him snore. It wasn't loud and I thought it was adorable. I rubbed my face his body that radiated warmth and gently bit his shoulder to wake him up. It was ten o'clock and I wanted to give him his graduation gift. Well... It was a gift I had bought for the both of us. It was a matching necklace set, but made with different stones. The pendant was a golden sword, his set with ruby in the blade, mine with emerald, with each one having the other stone set within the middle. It cost a lot of money, but Ryan was well worth it.
He turned around, looking at me with sleepy eyes and that killer smile and said, "Hey there cutie."
I smiled in return, kissed him softly on the lips and replied, "Hey there sexy. I hoped you would be up soon."
"I had to be. To see your face more," he said before he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I eagerly accepted as we started rubbing each other's mostly naked bodies. We both only wore boxers to sleep, well, if we were not having crazy sex before hand. Our tongues were flicking the inside of each other's mouths when he got on top of me and started grinding on top of me. Our already hard dicks were rubbing against each other and he took off his boxers. I did also and he continued. He then started to jerk us both off with one large soft, but manly hand. I fucked his fist and we both grew very into it.
"Ahh. Ugh. This is the best morning jerkoff ever Babe." I said while moaning in ecstasy.
"This is graduation day. Shouldn't it be the best?" He said as he kissed my lips lovingly.
He jerked us off for about five minutes until we both came all over my chest.
"Suck it all off me Babe, I can't smell like cum." I said with a laugh.
He did with a smile, but instead of swallowing he motioned for me to open my mouth. I did and then he let all of our sweet cum fall into my mouth. I loved having our seed together in my mouth. I loved his cum more than I liked my own. His was sweet, and he said he has eaten more pineapple since we started dating because it makes your cum sweet. He's such a dork. He said he liked his salty and creamy, and mine always looks like heavy cream but more gooey. I was able to swallow a little bit because it was quite a mouthful and he started making out with me again. He never really spoke of Tracy anymore, and we seemed to be friends again. It was never quite the same, but we still all hung out occasionally.
She was talking to one of the guys on the football team, Grant, but the funny thing is is that he always wants to massage me after a workout. Finally, after saying yes one day, we went to the locker room and he began to massage my naked back. It felt amazing, but I felt his boner through his gym shorts. Granted, for a guy, he was pretty decent looking. He was tall, had brown and blonde wavy hair, and a thin, but very attractive physique. He had a six-pack abs, but it was very lean. He had an adorable face and I never thought he would be gay, although he looked like the most stereotypical twinks possible. So after feeling his dick poke near my ass for five minutes as he rubbed me down, I turned around and he tried to kiss me.
"Whoa whoa whoa!!! Dude, not trying to hurt your feelings or anything, but I'm not doing that."
"Please, James. I wanted to see what kissing a guy was like." Grant said with teary, puppy eyes.
"And you thought you could just do that with me?" I responded hesitantly.
"Well... I... thought you would do it because you're the nicest guy in the school. Plus, you're extremely attractive to me, and you're not afraid to talk to gay people, unlike mostly everybody here. They don't understand this kind of thing, like they did in the city. I don't even want to tell my parents," he said sadly.
"That doesn't mean... Look, Grant, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything at all like that. It's just... I'm..." I wanted to finish that sentence with the word straight, but it just seemed hard to now. I realized that I was in a dream. But, it was not just my own. Ryan felt the same way as me. We loved only each other, it seemed like a transcended friendship, otherworldly.
"Ok. You're straight. Whatever. Are you going to shun me because I came onto you, or rat me out to everyone?" he cried out.
"No. Of course not."
I hugged him and he began to sob into my shoulders. We were the last people working out, so I know this would be a private moment. I just let him cry, I figured, it has to be traumatic, and I thought I was the first person to be outed to by him, so I just try to be as friendly as possible. I rubbed his back as I hugged him, feeling guilty for even trying to lie about my situation.
"You're not alone, Grant. I'll be here for you. You can find someone, trust me. Love is genderless if you ask me," I responded.
He wiped away his tears and we dressed and walked out of the locker room together.
I haven't told Ryan about this whole thing yet with Grant. They have been pretty good friends since Grant moved here and telling him would just be more drama that we didn't need. Besides, we were all graduating. Grant never really looked happy ever since the whole incident and Ryan tried more than once to talk to him about what was wrong. I'm really glad he didn't open up. I didn't like to think about it myself. All the pieces had fallen into place for our relationship, but they couldn't fit for Grant. In a way, it was completely unfair for Grant to deal with that kind of situation. But, I was not going to ruin my best friendship turned relationship just because of guilt. Hopefully, he can date Tracy and everything will work out fine in the end. As I took Ryan downstairs, I cupped my hands over his eyes and led him to the couch. I walked away and told him to keep his eyes closed. It was obvious he wasn't going to. I gave him the box. He shook it and he had the most giddy look on his face. It was even more adorable than when he was just smiling. He opened the box, pulled the necklace out gingerly, and stared at it for a few seconds before putting it on. On the tag it said, for my best friend Ryan. He found the other necklace and put it around my neck before bringing his lips to mine. He drew his lips away and started to cry.
"James, this is the nicest thing someone has ever given me."
"It's so you won't forget me if we ever part ways. You'll always be able to look down at it, and maybe, if by fate, I'll be looking at mine too, you can think of me," I tried to keep my composure, but it was more than hard to.
"I will never forget you. I promise. Here you go, here is your gift from me."
"You didn't have to get me anything bud," I said knowing full well that I did want something.
"Bullshit, open it," he said chuckling.
I opened the wrapping paper and saw it was a hollow box of cereal. I just laughed at the box.
"Don't you like cereal?" he said laughing without restraint.
"Not for a grad present asshole," I said jokingly.
I opened the box and found two items separately wrapped.
"One of those is kind of a family gift. Open that one first."
I did, gingerly tearing away some more wrapping paper. It revealed a golden pocketwatch, kept in amazing condition with a lion within a shield inscribed on the top. It was beautiful and it looked very old. It kept time perfectly. I was aghast at it.
"It has been passed down from my family since my great-great grandfather. There is a matching one, but that is made out of white gold. That one is made for me. Since I'm an only child, Dad said I should give it to you because he considers you like a son too he says. I thought it was a great idea, seeing how he never stops comparing us. I hope you like it."
"I love it dude."
I wanted to make love to him right there and I started rubbing his chest and grabbing and tugging on his dick when he moved me away and said, "Heh heh heh, no, you have one more gift left. Then we can after."
I opened that one quickly and found a picture of us together at prom, in our suits. We had our arms around each other and we were laughing. We looked stupid, but it made me laugh and cry at the same time. I remembered how much fun we had that night. We went with dates and had fun with them, but after prom we said goodnight and had sex with our suits on. It was amazing that night, and we spent an hour getting the stains out of Ryan's coat. It was mostly gone and the suit people asked what happened to it. We played dumb and thankfully we didn't have to pay for it.
"Now we can have sex!!" Ryan said hugging me.
"Oh you bet your sweet ass we can," I said molesting his mouth with my tongue.
Usually, I'm not really into being the leader of what happens when we have sex, but today was a different story. I ripped his shirt in half and threw him on the couch and somehow at the same time I managed to get naked and started grinding on him while he still had his pants on. We both could have carved diamonds the way our cocks were right now. He was able to stop making out with me for long enough to say, "Whoa tiger, let me get my pants off. Can't have you ruining my clothes now."
He quickly took off his clothes and threw them all over the room. I continued to grind on him for a little bit and then the threw his legs up and started rimming his hairless tight, muscular, and hot asshole. I flicked my tongue in and out, taking time to lick around the edge of his ass. He made high pitched squeals for joy as I did this. His moaning managed to never get old. It made me almost over the top, but I kept doing it so he did it almost constantly. I loved to tease him. He would yell for me to fuck him and I would position myself there and slide my dick up and down the crack of his ass before moving down to eat him out some more. He finally got sick of me playing around with him and said almost in a scream, "FUCK ME NOW!"
I shoved my dick in him really quickly and started going to town. I fucked him faster than I have ever fucked him in my life. He was screaming so loud that I''m sure that the neighbors could hear it. He would tug on his hair and his dick as his eyes would roll into the back of his head. I flipped him over and let him breathe before I got on top of his back and began thrusting in and out of him again, this time it was much slower and I would almost pull out with each thrust.
"Go on baby, that's the spot. Make me cum!" he screamed in joy.
"Oh. I'll do that and more!" I replied.
"Oooooh! Yeah yeah, that's it, just like that, harder, make me feel that hard cock in me, thrash my hole."
And I did as he asked. It was like paradise. His warm, slippery, tight hole was a complete delight for me. He made me feel an incomparable love. I would drop anything I had just to make sure he would never get hurt.
"Oooooh James!!! I'm about to cum!. Fuck me fast and hard."
I throttled him then after flipping him over, he has told me before that he likes to be sore when he walks and that he loves when his own cum can reach his face. He says it's a reminder of how good our sex was. What a dork. I was nearing a fucking incredible orgasm when he started to cum and it even landed in his hair. I fucked him slow again after he came, causing his moans to be even more delightful than usual. I came inside of him and started passionately making out with him again and cleaning off all of the gum that landed in his face. We loved sharing each other's cum. After doing that, I just stared into his bright blue eyes and whispered in his ear that I loved him. My cock was still inside him even though it was soft. It felt like we were one person, and this was just as comforting to me as the sex was. These moments always made me feel like the most loved person in the world.
He bit my ear and said, "I love you too. This is going to be a great night for us both. But, the days not done yet it's my turn."
He pushed me off of him and my dick came out of his ass with a slurp. My cum was leaking out of it a little bit, but I didn't have enough time to mess around because he already brought his dick up to my face to be sucked. Like I said before, he has a ten inch dick with a little larger than average width. I had gotten over my gag reflex mostly when sucking him off and I can deepthroat the whole thing now. And that's exactly what I did. His dick smelled like shower gel and sweat, a smell that always turned me on every time. I didn't mess around when it came to this blowjob. I was aggressive, but I always let him fuck my face at the same time to make us both enjoy it more. I loved gagging on it when he fucked my mouth hard. It turned him on and it made a blowjob different every time. He held on to the back of my head, pulling on my hair a little bit, as he went to town on my mouth. We have had so much sex that we can cum at least five times in an hour if we went to, but it was never any less enjoyable for the two of us.
I stopped a second to say, "Hey, I want your hot cum in my mouth."
"Okay, I'll put my sweet cum in there."
I went back to sucking on his sweet sexy rod and he unloaded his sweet load into my mouth. It tasted almost fruity, but it was also salty and creamy. Cum never got old to me. I loved the taste of it in my young mouth. I could drink cups of it if I had the opportunity to. I swallowed it right away and he picked me up and pinned me up against the wall and shoved all of his dick in me quickly. I gasped, because this was a pretty new position. It almost felt like having my cherry popped again. But the pain felt great. His huge rod in my ass was amazing as he thrusted me into the wall with every movement. I loved being treated like his bitch. I loved the feeling of him getting absolute pleasure with me because he could do anything he wanted. He stayed within pretty normal boundaries and didn't do anything that I didn't want. He fucked me so hard that I had already came on his wall. But, he continued fucking me as hard he could. Now with each thrust, my body would rub against the mountains of cum that had just left my body. He had been fucking me for ten minutes when he said he was going to cum again. He pulled out and flipped me towards him and put it into me one more time and began fucking me again. I could only stare into his eyes and then he planted his lips onto mine and we made out as he fucked my tight, horny ass. I felt a torrent of fluid into my ass as he made puppy dog noices as we made out. He pulled out again and sucked me off for one last climax. This was the best sex we have ever had. I looked at the clock and we had been fucking for three long hours. Three long, orgasmic, pleasuring hours of hot steamy, teen sex that has no boundaries. Nothing could ever top the amount of lust we had for each others' hot toned, tanned, sweaty, sexy, young, groomed, non-hairy bodies as we created our own paradise.
"Oh my god, Ryan! That was amazing!" I said as I flopped down on the bed.
"The best I've ever had," he said with a kiss on my nipple.
"Oh shit! We need to get to graduation!"
"Yeah, what! We're ten minutes late!"
We took the quickest shower ever together, washing each other instead of ourselves. Well, it probably would take less time if we washed ourselves. But, it was sexy. And we cleaned everything. I gave him some of my clothes to wear because he always looked sexier in my clothing, besides, I always liked smelling him in my stuff. I would often jerk off when he would leave one of my shirts at my house after he had worn it. Well, he always had a pile of clothes in the corner of my room that were mine. We put white khakis, and expensive silver shirts that almost felt like silk. I had bought them for us a few days ago. We matched perfectly except for our necklaces and our watches. We took a picture together in the mirror and made it our profile pictures on facebook. We then put on green gowns and went out to my car. We drove as fast as we could to the school. He rubbed my thigh and dick as I drove, but I yelled at him so I did not get a boner, as much as I wanted to again. We got to the school and ran in and put on our gowns. We took pictures with all of our friends and it was impossible to separate us. We even got to stand next to each other in the graduation line. Lucky for us there was more guys than girls in our class. We even took a picture with Tracy and Grant. Grant, however, did not look very happy at all. After taking the picture, he left the cafeteria. We still had forty-five minutes before the ceremony starts.
Ryan came up to me and said, "Hey. I'm gonna check up on him. I'm a little worried."
I gulped and said, "Okay. Let me know how things go."
I was at a loss. What happens if Grant says something? No, I can't tell him tonight.
"Hey. Let me come too," I said.
"Okay. Stay a little behind. Don't want the staff getting worried," he said with a smile, showing his perfectly white teeth.
We left and Grant was at his car, crying again. You could hear his sobs from just the outside of the door. Ryan was there. He held Grant in his muscular arms and just kept saying it's alright.
"Hey Grant, what's the matter?" I said coyly but inquisitively.
"You know," the only words he could muster before bursting into tears again.
"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb for Ryan.
"I already know what happened. He just told me," Ryan said with a sad look in his eye.
"Ryan..." I said and he cut me off.
"James. I understand why you didn't tell me. It's alright. I'm not mad," he said.
"That's why. I want you to do it. Kiss him," he said seriously.
"What!? You know I'm straight!" I said feeling more than awkward.
"Don't lie. I told him about us. He figured out that you basically told him too once I admitted I was with you," he said.
"Oh, ummm... I... don't... ummm..." was all I could say. I was extremely confused. Grant was still crying. It was truly a sad sight. I wanted to, but it didn't seem fair to Ryan. Plus, it wasn't Ryan. Granted, pun intended, I could tell that Grant was attractive, but it just was not the same as Ryan. We had that special bond.
"Do it." he said boldly.
I walked slowly up to Grant, who was wiping away some tears and kissed him right on the lips. I could tell he was surprised, and so was I. It was kind of hot kissing him, feeling his sadness, almost like I did with Ryan. It was different though, knowing that Grant's lust for me was not friendship. He tried slipping in his tongue and I just looked at Ryan.
"Let's see where this goes. If you or I get uncomfortable, we stop. Same for you Grant. You understand?" he said once again being leader of us.
"Yes," we said at the same time.
We both felt awkward, but we got into Grant's van and started taking off Grant's clothes, as well as our own. I kissed Grant on the lips and Ryan was sucking on places on his back. Grant was in a manwich. And he loved every second of it all. We were in nothing but our boxers and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He was leaner than both of us, and he had a smaller, but more toned ass. He was maybe even a better kisser than Ryan was. We were all hard and he pushed us both of him and started jerking us both off. We all quickly lost inhibition and I quickly realized that this was almost as crazy as the sex we had earlier. Three bodies, hot in their different ways, turned me on in a beastly way. This was not love, it was pure fucking sex. Rough, primal, only pleasure. We then decided it was time to give him the blowjob of his life. We pulled his boxers down and saw a twelve inch dick that was even thicker than mine.
"Oh. Holy shit. And you held out on me for all this time?" I said aghast.
"You had your chance that day," he said with a wry smile.
"This may have been an exception," Ryan said as we both started licking his huge cock at the same time. We both started at the tip and he moaned in a manly way. It was different. He was controlled and behaved like I did. I was a little more collected than Ryan was, but Grant's manly sounds turned me on too. I started on his shaft and Ryan went down to his bull-sized balls. We both actually had to gag, something that we had not done much of since we started our relationship. It was intense and even when Grant oozed precum, it was like a load already. It was thicker than anything I've tasted, and it tasted just like whole milk. Grant then flipped so we could sixty-nine and Ryan started to rim his completely hairless asshole. In fact, Grant only had armpit hair. I rubbed his abs as I gagged on the monster cock. He moaned even louder and told Ryan to put his tongue in further in his ass. He wasn't able to get much of my dick in his mouth. And he gagged almost every time he would try to go far down on my dick. It was a bad blowjob, but I didn't pay much attention to that because I was sucking on his beautiful cock. Ryan was enjoying himself too. He was jacking himself off as he rimmed Grant's virgin ass. It was getting really sweaty in Grant's van and we were all pretty much soaked. Everyone was inside though so nobody would probably notice. Grant started panting really hard and we figured he was going to cum when he started screaming that he was going to.
"Shhhhh! You'll get us caught," Ryan said with a chuckle.
"Taste his ass James, it's just as good as yours and maybe mine," he said as he attempted to deep throat Grant's monster cock.
I did and it was fantastic. It was youthful and you could tell he used a shower gel that smelled like man. It was like Ryan's but it was like a scent someone older would use. I tongued him in his ass and his muscles would contract every time he would almost be over the edge. And then, it happened. A torrent of cum went in Ryan's mount and he pulled away with his mouth full. I brought my head up to Grant's dick and continued to suck more cum out of him. It filled my entire mouth too when he was done. I swallowed his milky, delicious, thick cum like a champion, when Ryan offered Grant to taste his own cum. He started to make out with Grant as I jerked off. God it was hot watching Ryan and Grant make out. I could see why Ryan would want us to. It was hot.
"Do you want to go further?" Ryan asked after their hot cum swap.
"Oh my God, yes!"
"Ummm... Do we have time, Ryan?" I asked.
"Plenty," Ryan said.
"Okay, Well... How are we doing this?" Ryan asked inquisitively.
"Grant decides," I said, a little jealous that our bond was being shared.
"I want to be fucked and fuck the same time," Grant said with a smile on his face.
"A little much for your first time," I said.
"Nah. Let him have his fun. We will too Babe," Ryan said with a twinkle in his eye.
"I want to fuck Ryan and have James fuck me," Grant retorted.
"Any reason?" I asked, jealousy almost destroyed my happy tone.
"Nope," he replied.
Maybe he wasn't trying to make me jealous. The thought of having sex with another guy other than Ryan was almost sickening to me. It made the whole "Transcended Friendship Idea" a ton of shit in my opinion. I didn't feel like I was in love right now. I felt gay. Something I have never felt before, and I didn't exactly like the idea of having that label attached to me. True, I loved a man. But sex with another guy, scared me shitless. I want to see where this whole thing goes. If I feel anything for Grant too after this, I guess I just have to come to terms with my sexuality.
"Okay Grant, fuck me," Ryan said.
In a way, I can understand why Ryan felt so bad for Grant. I did too. I mean, it took Tracy breaking up with Ryan for him to understand his feelings for me. In a deep part of my heart, I knew I felt something different for him for a long time. It was hard for me to come to, but the circumstances of our emotions coming to fruition were different than what Grant was feeling. I couldn't help but think that this whole thing with having sex with us was a way for him to just experience a man. But, why did it have to be us? I guess, he's just like me, a sad soul, same situation pretty much with his parents, and his feelings make him feel alienated from everybody. I can understand what he is going through. It might even be better for him to have both of us... He readied his footlong cock in front of Ryan's ass and shoved it in there. From the moment it went in, I could tell Ryan loved it. It was a monster, made for giving pleasure.
"Ugh... I don't know if I can take it Grant," Ryan said in pain.
"I'll go slow... at first," Grant said as he thrusted a little bit.
I watched as they got a rhythm for fucking. It was amazing the way that part of Grant's cock was not in Ryan. It was hot watching my boyfriend being fucked like this though. He took cock like a champ, but this was difficult for him. I then positioned myself over Grant's small hole and pushed in too a little bit. I heard a loud popping sound within the first few times I thrusted out of Grant. It was loud and when I popped his cherry he screamed. It barely went in after that still and Grant almost collapsed and screamed,"AHHHH That hurts so good!"
I just continued pushing and thrusting my cock out of his virgin hole. He was built smaller than Ryan was so his ass was tighter than Ryan's ever was. He loved cock more than Ryan did his first time and as opposed to slowing down when it got painful the first few times that Ryan was a bottom, Grant wanted me to fuck him harder. I guess that Grant did not feel what Ryan and I felt for each other. As opposed to having a relationship naturally progress, Grant just wanted to satisfy his desire to have sex with men. It was something I admired about him. As I fucked him, I realized that any man would be able to pleasure him if he was interested. He was not afraid to hide his feelings of joy. Unlike I, who during my first time of getting fucked by Ryan, felt insecure and guilty, Grant was able to take getting fucked in stride. This was an admirable quality about him, he knew he liked men, not just one like Ryan and I. I guess that's different now. But as I thought this, I continued pounding his tight virgin hole with all of my might. It was so small that my cock almost felt like it was constricted. But, he screamed for more and more as our fucking went on. Ryan was just as excited as his first time, because as much as I wanted to admit that only I could please him in a sexual way, Grant gave him something new. A monster cock would be sure to create its own feeling of being fucked, as opposed to just passion. It's not like I had a small dick, it was just that Grant's was phenomenal. As I watched Ryan being fucked by this behemoth, I realized that Grant necessarily would not have to be a good fuck. As long as he moved about in his ass, Ryan was sure to receive immense amounts of pleasure from it. He screamed like the time he was being fucked.
"Oh my god Grant, pound my hole, yeah, that's the spot, better than any pussy you ever had right?" Ryan asked.
"Oh yeah Ryan, ughh!!!! Oh James, fuck my tight ass, harder, harder, harder. Yeah, fuck my cunt," he screamed in reply.
I pounded his ass even harder. I did not consider this as making love as I did earlier with the times I have spent with Ryan. It was just fucking in my opinion. I was just fucking somebody who was just like I was. In essence, Grant was me. So, I gave him everything that I wanted to feel my first time. It was not just plain rough sex, it had passionate for him, although it wasn't for me. He moaned for joy, and I knew that I was pleasing him more than any girl ever has. After a while of fucking him, Ryan said that he wanted me to fuck him at the same time.
"Do you think you can handle both of us?" I asked.
"Uh huh. I should," He said moaningly.
I then pulled out of Grant and my cock made a huge slurping sound as I pulled out of Grant's boyish tight, non-virgin hole. Ryan that got up and began riding Grant's cock like a wild man. I knew that Grant still wanted to be fucked because his ass muscles were still tightly wrapped around my hard, thick cock. I then pointed my cock toward Ryan's ass, which was created by Grant's ass at first. It was extremely hard to try to get my cock in Ryan's ass, because it was stuffed to the gills with Ryan's cock. It pushed in a little bit, but Ryan was in pain.
I then pulled out and he pulled me onto him again and said into my ear, "Make me your little whore, stuff your cock in my hole too, I'm your little bitch," he said in a sexy tone.
I then spit on my cock a little bit and then I shoved my cock in a little bit for a second time. Tears were streaming down Ryan's face as he was taking two cocks in his ass for the first time in his life. After a little while of dealing with me not being able to put barely any of my dick in his ass, his hole opened up and I shoved my cock in there and began fucking him like crazy. I could feel Grant's monster cock touching and rubbing against my own as I destroyed my boyfriend's hole. I thrusted in and out, causing Grant's dick to go in a unified motion with my own. Each thrust made it seem like Ryan was going to cum and each moan grew more and more intense. Having another dick in a hole made it feel like I was getting every sexual favor at once. It was the most pleasurable thing I have ever done as well. I knew though, that Ryan ws receiving the most pleasure. He was not only moaning almost constantly, he had his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he had two thick cocks in his ass. Grant pretty much had the pleasure of fucking without having to do anything because with every thrust, I was able to stimulate Grant as well. We were fucking Ryan's tight hole for about fifteen minutes when we all decided needed to blow our loads of sweet cum. Ryan was the first to cum; I had never seen him cum that much in my life. It was a monstrous load and we were actually stuck together for a little bit because the cum had dried between out bodies. At around the same time, Grant and I released our loads into Ryan's ass. This caused him to cum one more time and after we had pulled out of Ryan's ass, Grant lapped up every single bit of cum that was leaking out of Ryan's ass. He was a good little cumslut, but after this sex was over, I could tell he was sad again.
Ryan, however, was oblivious and said, "Dude. Wanna go again after the ceremony?"
Grant coldly replied and said, "No. You two have your fun. I have no place with you."
We reached out to him, but he basically brushed us both away and did not say a word to us. We all got dressed into our clothing without a word and began leaving for the field for graduation. It was amazing. Ryan and I talked when we had a chance during the ceremony and we both managed to cry after we got our diplomas. It was rough for us both, saying goodbye to the team and all of the people who looked up to us in high school. Grant, however, did not even smile when he was handed his diploma. I had thought that making love to him would give him the resolution needed to be happy. In fact, we had done nothing but upset him even more. There was no way we could have known this though. We had both though because we were naive that Grant would move on to another guy and experiment some more with him him after our encounter, but it was obvious that he thought what happened was more than just sex. He thought of it as two people falling in love with him.
We went up to the cafeteria one more time and grabbed our actual copy of our diplomas from our teachers, and said goodbye to all of our teachers and friends and walked down to the stadium to get some more pictures and meet up with our families. We walked up to my car after visiting with our families, something that didn't hold much meaning to us, arms around each other and started kissing. We were the last people there; we decided to walk around the school a bit and experience it one last time. It was painful because everyone looked up to us, and that made feel awesome on the inside. As we were sliding out tongues into each others' mouths, Ryan told me he loved me and he looked forward to being with me forever. I cried after he said that, but he kissed me all the harder, rubbing on my body and then grazing my dick occasionally. He had me pinned up against the car and thrusted into me as we made out. By this time, we had also removed out cap and gowns and thrown them in the car. We were like two business men, hot, streamy, and fashionable and the way we were dressed made this even hotter.
All of a sudden though, we saw someone walk past us. He was still clad in cap and gown and he had a bottle of booze in his hand.
"See I told you bastards... this was not made for me," Grant said sluggishly.
"Grant. Put the bottle down. We'll take you home. You don't need us. You'll find someone too," I said as I put my arm around him.
He tried hitting me with the bottle, but he was too drunk and slow to do so, so I grabbed it and threw it against the wall and it shattered everywhere.
"Look, I don't care that you did that. We're your friends, we'll always be here for you Grant. I promise," I said trying to reach out again to him.
"Fuck you. I don't need anyone," Grant said coldly.
He slapped my hand away and started running to the street. There was a car coming our way and it was going too fast. Ryan and I ran as fast as we could, Ryan was faster than me and was closer to catching up to Grant. My heart was pumping, I thought I was going to kill Grant, he was going to die because of Ryan and I. We confused him even more. He was now standing in the middle of the street and Ryan was jumping to push him across. He tackled him but the car slammed into Ryan. He rolled over the top of the car and was laying in the middle of the street, bleeding everywhere. I never saw so much blood in my entire life. The car spun around and was now sideways blocking both ways. The owner called 911. I saw Grant lying on the ground, staring at Ryan. And I just fell to my knees as I walked up to him.
"James... I... love you... Don't make... Grant feel guilty. I should have been faster," Ryan said with a laugh, while coughing blood.
"I love you too. But, you'll be ok. You'll be alright. Just a scratch, right?!" I said bawling my eyes out.
"Look, don't make me cry now. Take care of him and all the people I care about," Ryan said.
"I don't have to. You're going to live," I said, not believing that I was going to lose the one person I truly loved. My god-like man was dieing on me.
"Hopefully..." He brought himself to hug me and kissed me on the cheek. I held him in my arms when I heard the ambulance drive up.
"I love you... Forever. You will always be in my heart. Here, never forget me," he said while pulling off his necklace.
" I love you too," as cried as I put his necklace around my neck too.
The emergency team picked him up and put him in the van.
"Is he going to make it?" I sobbed so loudly as I barely could make the words out.
Grant was also being looked at, and the driver of the car was crying against his car, full of guilt. That bastard was the only thought in my head at the time. I hated both that driver and Grant. They might have killed Ryan, my everything.
"We won't know. He could, he might not though," he said in tears. It was Ryan's uncle...
I just blacked out... picturing every moment I have spent with him over high school. The hangouts, the dances, the games, practices, the day we outed ourselves and I saved his life, the hot, juicy sex, the love. It was gone maybe and I collapsed on the ground, my last thought being our last kiss. Our last moment together...
Chapter 4 The After Effects
I woke up in a hospital bed, unclothed, in a hideous gown, and feeling alone. I felt as though as I was dreaming, but what I saw was nothing I ever planned on seeing. A few hours ago, I was having sex with the most important person in my life, my best friend, Ryan. And now, I have no clue what has become of him. He was a hero in my book, tall, blonde, dark, and more than handsome. I looked at myself barely able to maintain composure. He saved our friend, Grant's, life when he could not bear the pain of being gay. I felt the same way right now though. Upon examination of Ryan's body, they had to have noticed that he was having anal sex. There was probably large pools of semen near his tight muscular ass and down his pants leg. I felt vulnerable, ready to fall apart. My family had been trying to engage me in conversation, trying to learn what happened, but I could not utter a word to them. I was sobbing uncontrollably. I cared so deeply for Ryan. He was my pillar of strength and I have no clue what has happened to him.
"What happened James?" my mother had asked me.
"I... just... I just don't know," I managed to utter between my crying.
"Tell us what happened. The police need to understand," my father said to me kind of too harshly.
"I don't even fucking understand what happened! So how the hell do you expect me to tell them? I just know that Ryan was hit by a car. That's it. Now I'm going to find out where my best friend is," I said putting some real clothes on.
"James, please, you're supposed to rest," my mother said grabbing my hand.
"I don't care. I need to know how he's doing," I replied gently, moving her hand gently before I ran out.
I ran as fast as I could to the front desk asking where Ryan would be staying. She told me that he was in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) and I ran as fast as I could. I felt weak as I ran, my vision blurring and my heart racing beyond belief. I entered the room where I saw my friend, most of him wrapped in casts and bandages and hooked up to oxygen.
"What are you doing here?" one of the doctors asked.
"I had to see him," I said gasping for air.
"Are you family?" he asked again.
"No, I'm his best friend, but I might as well be his family."
"Unless you are family, you can't be in here right now."
"You can more than see that they are not here," I growled at the man.
I ran up to Ryan in tears and hugged him gently, my silent tears running down from my face to his.
"I will call security, whether you are his friend or not," the doctor said seriously to me.
"Fuck you. He's in a coma, isn't he?" I blurted out being distraught.
"Yes, now please leave, I don't want to call security. It's just protocol," he said showing a little kindness.
I walked out of the room and I saw the most a man standing right outside the room. His one foot was back against the wall and he stood relaxed with his arms folded. He looked about two years older than me, but he looked familiar. He had blonde hair, kept short and gelled in the front, a five o' clock shadow of blonde hair, and black glasses with thick rims. He was built, more than Ryan and I, and he had a serious expression on his face. He had on a tight green v-neck shirt and tight light-colored khakis. I gawked at him, he was a beautiful guy, and even his facial hair was hot, something that Ryan or I never thought was attractive. He was the perfect blend between a hipster and a jock. I walked by him, suspiciously and he said in a cool tone, "Hey, you must be James."
His voice was intoxicating. It wasn't too deep to where he sounded barbaric, but I was like a twelve year old. It was soothing to me and I couldn't quite pinpoint who this guy was. I have seen him around, but I couldn't think of how I knew him.
"Yeah..." I said with my voice trembling.
"I need to talk to you, in private."
"Why? What is this about?"
"I happen to know more than what you think."
"I still don't get what you are talking about." I had a clue. He must know about us. I was so fucked. People know about us.
"My name is Evan, it's been a long time, and I'm sorry it came to this for us to reunite, but I'm Ryan's cousin." he said as he grabbed me in for a tight embrace. It's been... years. I remember now.
I couldn't help but start to bawl again, but this time, I actually felt comforted. He was a good head taller than me and my head rested between his beefy, muscular pectoral muscles. He stroked my hair as he held me in his arms, as I wet his shirt with my tears.
"I'm so sorry. I... I couldn't save him," I screamed into his chest.
"You couldn't do anything to change this. Seeing this again is not what I ever thought I would see," he said as I felt a tear land onto my face.
He pulled even closer to him, so close that I could smell the musk of his body with every breath I took.
"What... what do you mean?" I managed to say.
"Here let's go, I have a a story for you. You will understand then," he said as he brought me into the stairwell.
"Believe it or not, I faced the same thing you are not too long ago," he said as he put his arm around me.
I was completely intoxicated by his presence, he just reminded me an older Ryan, and I wanted to hear his story. As I looked at him, I remember us when we were smaller kids together, him playing football at Ryan's family gatherings with friends. And I felt a childhood bond I did not feel in a long time, a fire burned out by the cold winds of time.
"Two years ago, I lost someone who was just as important to me as Ryan was to you," he said seriously.
"It's hard, losing a best friend," I said quietly.
"He wasn't just my best friend. I... loved him and before you say anything else, Ryan... told me right before graduation," he said as he gazed into my eyes.
"Who was he?" was all I managed to asked, not even caring that he knew.
"Elliot Graham, do you remember what happened?"
"No..." I was scared. He said he lost someone too.
"He... he... committed suicide, right in front of me, the first person I ever fell in love with," he said as tears flowed from his face.
"It's a really long story, actually," he said as he looked at me.
I could see the look in his eyes as he stared into me. I could feel his desire to tell his story, to let me know that he has been in my situation. I stared back into his bright blue sad eyes, full of loss, emotion, and wisdom. I wanted to hear his story and in a twisted way, I wanted to feel his pain too. I did not want to be the only one who was suffering.
"Please... if it takes forever, I'd listen," I said back to him.
He looked at me, then the ground, and heaved a large sigh.
"It all started our senior year of high school. We had been best friends for our entire life. But, he decided he was going to be a Marine. That was his goal. His family didn't have any money to pay for school and this was his way out. We trained every single day after school, to get him ready for the Marines. I was always their to support him and make sure he stayed on track. We did some pretty rough things, just so he could excel, he always wanted to be the best of everything. He was tall, dark hair, green eyes, and a body built for sin. But, he was gay, and that was something I didn't expect from him. The one day, after we had worked out together, we went back to his house to go swimming and have a few drinks, he made his first move on me. He was my best friend, so when he had decided he was going to kiss me, I couldn't say no. As much I had wanted to say no, to say that I was straight, I couldn't deny the amount of love I felt for him. He was entrancing, his lips, softer than a cloud, his smell, more enticing than scent imaginable. His body, godly, perfectly built, a full out machine, sculpted from pure beauty and innocence. He was not one to express love to anyone he liked, and I guess that alcohol was his way of telling me that he liked me. His kiss was full of passion and it was more than obvious that he had been hiding his feelings from me for so long. And I hid it from him too, I had just been in a relationship and his kiss made me feel something I had never felt in my entire life. He told me right after the first kiss that he loved me and he scooped me up from the pool and into his bedroom. That night, I had received anal. He knew how to make me feel over the top and for that first time I had ever been with a guy sexually, he made sure that I got off first and made sure that I was comfortable. He made love to me, in a way that I knew would never be able to replace it again with a woman. And as he readied for the Marines as we neared graduation, we continued our relationship, all in secrecy. All in a way, that we could be in love, but hide it from those around us. One night though, it all changed. We were invited to our friend's bonfire after graduation. There was alcohol there, so we decided we would go. Everybody there was a little tipsy, and we decided we had to go take a piss. We did and Elliot started sucking my dick in the middle of the woods and one of our football teammates saw us in the woods. He told everybody and within just a night, the entire community knew about us. The "teammate" told everyone at the party and they had kicked our asses, calling us fags and then telling the military. Remember, this was before Don't Ask Don't Tell was repealed. Elliot's dreams were crushed and he kept getting letters in the mail about his sexuality, his parents kicking him out, and then he lived at my house for a while, until my parents couldn't deal with the harassment anymore. We moved out to a campsite and lived in the tent for a summer, sometimes with random people threatening us and we lived with a gun, ready for someone to try and end it. One day, that same player who found us in the woods, found us in our tent with a bunch of our former friends, tied us up, and threw us in the back of his van. They all took turns, fucking him, raping him bareback, and cumming inside of him, and then beating the shit out of him. They would then line him up in front of me and through their sheer body force, force him to chain fuck me too. I could feel his tears as he went through this pain. And then, they would whip him until his entire back would be covered in blood. After they had their way with us, they threw me out of the van tied up and gave him a rope, miles away from our campsite. We were both completely naked, covered in nothing but blood and cum. He looked at me and immediately, I saw that the person that I loved was gone and nothing but a vessel that longed for death stood before me. He gave me the tightest hug and said that he was sorry. He went up to a tree with a low lying branch, tied a knot around his neck, and hung himself in front of me. I screamed and screamed for help, but it took three days for someone to find us. I was in love, but that was all taken away by people who were too ignorant to understand what love is. And all I wanted to do was join him," Evan said to me.
"I'm so sorry Evan," I said as he began to cry into my shoulder.
"Don't be. I'm worried about you," he said as he wiped away his tears.
"Soon, they'll know. You're in quite a similar situation I was in, living with the guilt in this kind of place. I'm here to take you away until you go to school. Ryan told me you, him, and Grant were on full scholarships," he said as he stared into my eyes.
I stared back, seeing who I loved as well within those eyes. I was drawn into them, not only because he looked just like who I loved, but because he was hiding me from the place I have come to loathe. I closed my eyes, parted my lips and kissed Evan right on the mouth. A new prince has come to steal me away. What am I doing?
"Let's go get your things," he said as he looked at me in shock as he put a finger between our lips.
We ran back to my house in his Corvette and grabbed everything that I owned. My parents said that my moving out was okay, because they didn't want to drive me to school in the first place. They had not yet known what had happened the night before on graduation. We drove back to his nice apartment in the outlying city and put my things in a corner. We had both done quite a few shots of liquor and we were pretty drunk He then pushed me into a corner, and said, "About earlier..." before he was interrupted again by my lips.
"Nobody... nobody, should ever live in your pain," I said as I gave him my tongue. I meant our pain. But, this beast is taking over me. Stupid sex drive, stupid sadness, stupid everything, life can go fuck itself right now.
He returned the favor, however, he was hesitant. It was obvious that it has been quite a while for him and my energy had quickly returned. He then started taking off my clothes and then the sexual animal that lied within him came forth. He explored and licked every inch of my body with fervor and I couldn't even keep up. He was in full control of me and then he did the unexpected. He put his ten inch dick inside of me and fucked me feverishly. He had been quite more experienced and it gave me a new thrill that Ryan had ever given me, just because of his sheer strength. I could do nothing except take it, as he pumped me faster and stronger than anything I had ever felt. I quickly felt like his bitch as he poured his years of sexual frustration into me. I felt overtaken, in a new world, just an ecstasy unparalleled to that of anything that I knew.
"Oh god, James! No wonder why Ryan loved you! I'm about to burst!" he screamed as he grasped me.
I could do nothing but moan. He had made me feel so submissive, so complacent. He was my Prince Charming. He took me away from that evil place. I was now in hiding, free from the oppressive place that I had finally escaped. I felt his balls tighten, and then the flood of hot, creamy cum, that was unleashed upon my asshole. It was more than I have ever felt. It must have been built up from the long time since he had sex. And I came immediately He then sucked my neck and that was the last thing I remembered about that night. I woke up, clenched within his arms and clenched him back, realizing what I had done. I snuggled deep within his masculine chest and slightly scruffy chin and fell back asleep, dreaming that both of the men I cared about were in my arms.
I wonder, "Would Ryan want this?"
Chapter 5 A Change of Hearts
I awoke once again, but this time Evan was not there. I sat up and thought about what had happened the night before. I really couldn't believe that I had slept with another guy after Ryan. I felt really low and worst of all, it was his cousin whom I haven't seen in years. I opened the curtain and I did not realize how great the city was. We were in a very large building and I had a great view of the city. I turned on the TV and the first thing I heard.
"Graduation night is supposed to be one of the best nights in a young person's life. Now, recent Maple Heights High School graduate, Ryan Gallagher lies in a coma. After chasing a friend and saving him from suicide, whom identity is hidden, Ryan was struck by a speeding car. The young man who he was trying to save is currently okay but has asked to remain anonymous..."
"Grant made a good choice by keeping his identity secret. It gives you a little more time before shit completely hits the fan," Evan said as he walked in the room with nothing but a pair of white gym shorts on.
"Now an interview with one of the ambulance drivers, 'Yeah, when we picked him up and were checking for injury, it appears that the young man had just recently had anal sex, as there were blood and semen in his undergarments, but our main concern was curing his injuries,' the ambulance worker said.
"Oh god, they just said that on the news. Everybody must know now," I said to him.
As I said that, my phone rang, I looked at the caller and saw it was Tracy, our friend and Ryan's ex, who was the reason why we started dating.
"Shit," was the only thought I could think of, but I decided to answer the phone.
"Hello?" I said nonchalantly.
"Hello, is that all you can say? Do you hear what they are saying on the news about Ryan?"
"Yes, sadly," I said back.
"Well, shit's going crazy here," she said.
"What's happening?" I asked eagerly.
"Grant said that he was the one who had sex with Ryan, and that after he felt so guilty that he tried to kill himself and you both tried to save him. Now, nobody can find him, and the town is up in arms and has harassed his parents for raising a 'faggot' and me for being with both of them. They called me a whore and all sorts of nasty things," she said crying.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. It'll all blow over hopefully," I said to her.
"I don't think so... At least for not a while. James, where did you go? You moved out according to your parents," she said sobbing.
"I moved in with Evan until I go away to school," I said quietly back with obvious guilt.
"Please, can you come over? I need somebody to talk to. Nobody wants to talk to me," she asked pleadingly.
"I'm sorry... I can't. I can't see what they are saying about him. I don't... I can't deal with that drama. He's my best friend and I love him way too much to not lose my cool," I said while letting a tear run down from my eye.
"At least, let me come visit you," Tracy said.
"Okay, you can do that, but give me a couple of days to get myself situated. Don't forget what happened the last time we hung out. I'm still a little upset over that," I said knowing that I wasn't mad at her, but I felt horrible for her.
"Okay, well I have to go then. I'll see you soon," Tracy said while crying and hanging up the phone.
"Who was that?" Evan said while making flipping pancakes on two plates.
"Tracy... Ryan's..." I responded
"Ex. I know," He responded quickly.
"You all still talk?" He asked with a frown.
"Yeah. After what happened that one night that she and her friend pretty much raped me, we have all been friends, well because I didn't think it was right just to leave her as a friend. She wanted to come over and see me. Is that ok?" I asked as I had already finished.
"Yeah, although I'm not a big fan of it." he said as put the pan in the sink
"Thank you. She won't cause trouble."
"Don't worry, Elli."
"Oh shit... I'm really sorry." Evan responded by bawling and falling to the floor down to his knees.
I looked at Evan with nothing but sympathy. I almost lost Ryan to suicide. I... really had no words for what I was feeling at the time. All I wanted was for him to live, for me to be able to see him and hang out with all of the time. I didn't want our time to be cut short. And all of this was before I realized to what degree I had loved him. I couldn't imagine losing a lover to suicide. I can't help to wonder if I had the strength to withstand that pain myself. He sobbed harder than I have heard any man before and it was enough to make me cry. I would say I'm a really strong person mentally, but the sight of seeing him and all of the things I have dealt with as of late have made me see a more sensitive side of myself. I grabbed his hands and pulled him off of the ground, but Evan was just dead weight. He was a little heavier than me, even though it was all pure muscle. I let him cry onto my neck.
"I'm so sorry James. We need to talk about last night." he said as he sputtered with tears.
"It's okay. It's okay. Please, not right now." I said.
"We do. I shouldn't have gotten you drunk. I shouldn't have fucked you. You weren't mine. And I just took advantage of you." he said as he cried even harder while squeezing hard enough to crush me it felt like.
"Look, it's alright. We were drunk. I wanted it then."
"But, still I fucked my cousin's boyfriend while he's on his deathbed."
"And I cheated on him with his cousin. You weren't the only person having sex. I was hard the moment we reunited. I kissed you while sober in the hospital. Plus, me and Elliot... we look a lot alike. And you look like Ryan... We just had a connection and the alcohol took it farther. It was great. But... we are not in a relationship. Ryan and I are. Here..." I said as a picked him up by the back of his neck and knees.
"I'm getting you to bed to take a nap. Come on" I said with a smile.
I carried him off to the room and laid him down on the bed. He looked at me with a smile, but he was still sobbing. I took off my shirt as well and he looked at me, still sobbing and asked, "James, can I just hold you until I fall asleep?"
"Sure." I said hesitantly.
I laid down into the bed and I grabbed his muscular back and pulled him towards my chest. No part of this felt sexual, but I knew to what extent how hot this man truly was. He was so beautiful, blonde, toned, masculine, any guy or girl's dream. I accidentally held my hands at his tight ass and squeezed. He fell asleep, still crying and saying Elliot's name. I just remember how hard he held me as he was asleep and I too was falling asleep, missing Ryan. I closed my eyes and saw him smile at me, pure white teeth with his little dimples.
"Thank you." he said to me.