My Hometown Stud

I drove home in total silence. I kept thinking back to that moment. It haunted me like a ghost from my past. What the hell just happened? Was I so wrong about everything? Did he hate me? Was he going to tell Maria? Was he going to tell our whole high school class? What if he decided to spin this in a way that made me look like a sexual predator or something. He had more friends from high school and he was way more popular. People would believe him over me in heartbeat. My mind was racing and I sped through the suburban streets like I was driving from the cops. An hour ago I thought I had found my soulmate, the one I was gonna be with forever, but now, now I was afraid I would never be in love again. rty

***

“I love you Diego.” I said softly. He got quiet. He look at me with his big brown eyes and smiled. Quickly that smile broke and his face transformed into a different person.

“Fuck Abe. I — I’m sorry.”

“What?” I asked as my heart shattered into a million pieces. Here we were laying naked, him still inside me and in that moment I felt completely alone.

“I love Maria.”

“But you don’t fuck Maria.” I said slowing pushing him off my torso. He felt heavier than usual. His face looked low and I could tell he at a loss for words. I was so confused what had just happened. One minute we were in pure ecstasy and the next it’s like we were total strangers. A hookup basically. He moved off me and grabbed a towel from a rack next to the bathtub. He covered his lower half like he was embarrassed for me to see him naked. He sat on the edge of the tub looking pensive with his arms crossed starring at me. I stayed lying on the ground fighting back tears.

“I’m marrying Maria and you and I…we’re just this.”

I stopped fighting it and let the tears pour. I knew going into something with a taken “straight” man could end up this way, but for some reason he seemed different.

“But this is everything to me.”

***

I went back to school the next day heartbroken and sore. He went deep and left a nice reminder of him that I carried with me for a few days. My friends could tell I was acting different but I just lied and told them my grandpa was sick and I was sad that I had to leave him. Everything went back to normal for a while. I went to classes, I did my homework, I ate gross cafeteria food and I jerked off alone every night to porn. Sometimes I really wanted to text Diego and just get some kind of correspondence from him. I didn’t need to hear his voice, I just wanted to see his existence reflected. He hadn’t posted anything on Instagram since our night together and I was getting worried. Usually he would post several times a day of him and his family or him working out with friends but his account was stagnate. I decided one night to just text. One text, nothing serious, just a “checking in” text. It was midnight or somewhere around then and I typed out “Hey, hope all is well.” Pretty vague, but I didn’t wanna risk anything in case his family or Maria saw it. I put my phone down and closed my eyes. As soon as I got comfy I heard my phone vibrate. Surely it couldn’t be him I thought. It must be someone from a class or one of my friends wanting to go to McDonalds. I lifted the phone and saw his name in bright lights. I freaked, what could he of said? Why did he respond so fast? Was he mad? Was he confused? I finally got the courage to unlock my phone and I went to my messages. A million thoughts raced through my head before I looked at the chat. His reply was simple yet hopeful.

“Call me.”

***

He drained the tub as I cleaned myself off. I couldn’t find my underwear so I threw my pants on and said fuck it. If his parents found them he could just tell them they were his and he was in here showering or something. He had put his briefs back on even though they were soaked. I caught his eye as I slipped my shoes on and I could see his face was red. I had no clue why he was sad or embarrassed, I was the one who put myself out on the line and got rejected right after being inseminated.

“Where’s the toilet?” I asked breaking the tension.

“Over there behind the sliding door” he said quietly. I gathered the rest of my stuff and sauntered off to try and shit out the remainder of him left inside of me. When I closed the door I heard him finish cleaning up our dream night and walking out. I felt empty, used and useless. I had never seen anyone go from 100 to 0 so quickly. I came out fully dressed and ready to leave. I passed his bedroom on my way out and his door was slightly ajar. I took a peak in and saw him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. The room was pretty basic with the normal queen size bed, dresser, night stand, desk and closet. He had some pictures up of him and Maria at a party and his family at graduation. He had an MVP trophy on his desk that he won during his junior year after he scored a 40 yard field goal that claimed us the state championship game. After that game there was all this talk of him being recruited by all these big college teams and getting full-rides, but it turned out it was all just talk. I sat beside him on his bed but gave myself enough space in case he wanted me gone quick. He was crying. It was soft and subtle but he was definitely crying.

“Hey” I said quietly.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean for…” he trailed off. I examined his body. He was tense all over but on the inside he was clay.

“I didn’t mean for all of this to happen” Diego confessed.

“You didn’t want any of this to happen?” I asked slightly offended.

“Of course I wanted it to happen. I mean I’ve had a thing for you since high school but you never noticed me. I thought I’d get over it but I never did. But I can’t be gay! My parents would disown me and my friends wouldn’t understand and fuck, I mean I’m with Maria! Like I’m fucking engaged! I never thought you’d actually reach out. But then you did and I became this stupid kid again and I wanted to see if what I felt back then was actually real and good and holy fucking shit it was! It was fucking amazing. So you can see how I feel like my whole fucking world is upside down.”

I was flummoxed. I couldn’t believe Diego Garcia had had a crush on me. I stared at him, floored. I know he had just trampled my heart fifteen minutes earlier but in that moment I wanted to hold him and be with him all over again.

***

“Diego?”

“Hi.”

His voice sounded different. A little muffled. Maybe he was under his sheets in bed.

“Is everything okay?” I asked honesty.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine it’s not that late —“

“No about everything….Especially about our last night.”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” I said firmly cutting him off.

“I just feel like I owe you an apology.”

“Don’t. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is Abe. I fucking violated a trust —“

“Diego seriously, don’t. I forgive you okay? Does that feel better?”

“No it doesn’t, I fucked up —“

“Well I’m sorry I can’t do any better than that. What happened that night, was one the best things that ever happened to me, then 10 seconds later it was the worst thing ever.”

I felt exhausted. I know we only had been talking for a minute but I was already ready to call it quits. It wasn’t going how I wanted and I just felt like I was talking to a different person.

“I can’t take back what I did —“

“Twice” I interrupted.

‘Twice” he said softly.

***

Diego sat on on the bed crying. His tears had gone from minimal to full on bawling. I could tell there was a part of him crawling to get out and it was killing him on the inside. I knew what that felt like and it took all my power not to reach out and hold him. He looked up and his face was red and wet with tears. He leaned towards me and his face fell in my lap. He sobbed harder and I grabbed his large muscular shoulders while they shook. He was still naked except for his wet briefs. I broke down and lifted his head towards mine and wrapped him in hug. As soon as I felt his skin touch mine his crying lessened. We sat there still holding each other for what felt like hours but was probably ten seconds. I could hear hear his heartbeat beat loud and fast. He nuzzled his face in my shoulder and started kissing my neck. I knew what he was trying to do but I couldn’t stop myself. I started kissing his neck and his face starting on the left side moving over to his mouth. When our tongues met I felt the heat of his tongue penetrate my mouth and dive deep inside it. His hands went immediately for my pants and I took my shirt off faster than the first time. His hands ferociously tore off my underwear as mine did the same with his briefs. I reached down and he was hard yet again. I jerked his meaty cock until I heard him whimper. He grabbed my shoulders and threw me down on the bed stomach first. I audibly gasped since a little wind got knocked out of me in his rage. He kissed down my back, back to my gaping hole. His tongue went deep inside while his hands spread my hairy ass cheeks apart. He was eating my hole while digging out his load that he had just planted in there.

“Fuck me” I screamed.

“Little faggot wants my dick again?” He asked. That was new.

“Fuck your little boy’s faggoty ass daddy” I demanded playing along. We had never called each other “faggot” or “daddy” but in the moment I felt like he really was wanting to try something new and I was down for whatever as long as he fucked me again. He climbed on top and slid his dick back into my hole. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time since I was already pretty stretched out. He pushed in and out and pulled my head back with my hair.

“Fuck yeah little bitch! You like daddy back in your cunt again little fag?” He moaned.

“C’mon daddy fill your little boy with your raw cock” I whispered. His thrust got more and more powerful and it felt like I was getting fucked by a completely different person than I had been twenty minutes ago. This Diego was rough, he was mean and he didn’t care if I was hurting. He didn’t ask if I wanted him to wear a condom. He took me raw and on his terms. He lifted my hips up and moved me into doggy style in one swift motion. I felt him go even deeper as he slammed my head into his headboard.

“Aw fuck little boy likes it rough?”

“Daddy fuck me!” I screamed.

“You want Daddy to slap you around you little slut?”

“Yeah Daddy smack my ass” I said playing along. All of a suddenly I felt major heat across my face. I felt dizzy and discombobulated for second then I was brought back with a firm slap on my ass. I didn’t want him to slap me in the face and for a moment I felt unsafe and a little scared. He started railing me hard and I felt little to no pleasure at all.

“Daddy go easy —“ I tried saying.

“Daddy likes it fucking rough little pig boy!” He yelled.

“Daddy wait —“ I stammered feeling more and more unsafe. All of a sudden I felt his body fall on top of me while he screamed.

“FUCK BITCH! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU WHORE!” His load once again filled my ass. I was shocked at how much he got out considering I had just drained him less than half and hour ago. He lay there still, twitching. I closed my eyes and tried counting to ten. I had heard if you were ever in an uncomfortable position to just count to ten and take it from there. One, two, three, four, five — he got up. I collapsed exhausted and numb. He walked out to the hallway bathroom that he shared with his brother.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked no one out loud. I heard him start the shower and then get in. I laid there quiet, confused and yet again, hurt.

***

We stayed on the phone not saying anything for two minutes straight. Just breathing, passing air back and forth. I wasn’t planning on bringing up the second time but I just couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“That second time, I don’t know what happened. I just, I lost control. I have no excuse except that” he said finally breaking the silence.

“I knew it was gonna be different because for the brief moment when I could look at you, you didn’t look the same. The first time you had this love and respect for me in your eyes and the second was just darkness. I was scared of you but I didn’t want to reject you.”

“I really wish you had. I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.”

“Thank you. I forgive you.” I said truly meaning it.

“I think whoever that person was that did that to you the second time is truly who I am.”

“No, that wasn’t you.”

“Yes it was. Abe I, I haven’t told you but Maria and I finally had sex. The day you went back I called her and gave her an ultimatum and said if she didn’t put out I was gonna call off the wedding.”

“Oh Diego.”

“I fuckin’ said that and because she truly loved me she came over and we fucked. And when I was fucking her that second guy came out and it scared the shit out of her too. She stopped me and broke off the engagement, she said she didn’t know who I was and that she would never marry someone like me.” I could hear the heartbreak in his voice. He was fighting back tears.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, she was right. I’m a monster and I don’t deserve to be with anyone.”

“That’s not true, you’re not a monster. You’re just really confused and you’re going through a huge identity crisis. Now what you did to her and me was wrong. But that doesn’t mean you can’t change and be someone better. You are not that second guy. You're the first guy who drew me a bath and fucked me gently in that bathroom. I don't care what you say I know the true you."

“Abe. I’m so sorry.”

“You’ve already said that.”

“No, I’m sorry because I love you.”

“What?” I asked softly.

“I love you Abe and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it back.”

To be continued…