Exploring My True Self

The alarm on my phone sounded. My phone died before we got to the hotel last night and was in the charger. When I looked at it I saw a ton of texts, “Shit” I said to myself”

“Anything up?” asked Randy?

“Nah, just a shit-ton of texts from my family.” I said as I scrolled through

~ “I love you! You and Randy have a fun trip. We’ll see you both at the Holidays” from mom

~ “Randy seems like a smart guy, hang on to him.” From dad.

~ “Mom says your boyfriend is hotter than anyone I ever brought home. You ass! Send pics! CONGRATULATIONS! I love you” From my sister Joanie. Joanie is a year older than me, single, and lives in Chicago.

~ “You’re a queer?! No shock there. Love you big brother.”

` “Me and Ryan are still coming out for spring break, might bring a couple more guys with us. No hitting on them- they’re off limits”

` “Oh, and tell your boyfriend my ass is off limits too”

~ “Mom has a crush on your boyfriend”

~ “Congratulations on the new job” All from my brother Scotty. Scotty’s eight years younger than me. Joanie and I call him “whoops” Short for whoops baby, although mom claims he was planned. He’s a college senior at the University of Colorado in Boulder. He and his buddies are planning a road trip to visit me over spring break, I doubt they’ll really show up.

I summed it all up for Randy “Apparently my mom has a crush on you, my dad thinks you’re a smart guy, my sister is jealous and want’s pic’s, and my brother told me to tell you his ass is off limit’s when he and his buddies come out for spring break.” He just laughed and said “Shit, what did I get myself into, and kissed me good morning.”

As I sat up in bed and replied to the texts, Randy started kissing my neck then moved up and started to nibble on my earlobe, and stuck his tongue in my ear, fuck, that drives me wild and he knows it. He kept working on me with his lips, back down to the neck, then my right nipple, licking and biting. His right hand started to caress my crotch under the covers, and my cock grew instantly at his touch. “Jesus, didn’t you get enough last night?” I asked.

“I got enough of Jeff’s monster, that’s for sure. But I can never get enough of you.” He said. And I hung on every cheesy word. We started to kiss lustfully, hard and deep. This wasn’t love making, it was raw passion. I was hard as a rock as he groped my cock with is hand, harder and harder, then he reached and gripped my balls and pulled them hard. He already knows how to push all my buttons.

I was doing the same to him, his long slender manhood was almost bursting out of its skin, I could feel every pulsating vein as I stroked him fast and hard in a fit of desire. I started to go down on him when he pushed me onto my back and straddled my face. His still-gaping hole met my lips and my tongue went in. I could still taste the mixture of my cum with Jeff’s from the night before, I devoured his hole with abandoned. My face hurt from pushing it so hard into his ass trench and my tongue just wouldn’t go deep enough to satisfy my lust. I pulled his ass cheeks apart in an attempt to go even deeper. I had to taste every bit of him.

Randy just ground his ass onto my face hard, smothering me and moaning “Fuck, Kev. Eat that hole. Eat my fucking hole…” He was off in another world altogether. After several minutes I smacked his ass and pushed up trying to make enough room for me to breathe. He lifted his ass a little, then bent over and plunged his mouth down on my throbbing tool in a torrid sixty-nine. He was merciless as he swallowed me whole and worked his tongue in circles driving me mad with pleasure still grinding his ass against my face as hard as he could.

I moved my hands and pushed up on his thighs, so I could slide under him and take his cock into my warm, salivating mouth. Before I could even start sucking him he thrust his entire cock deep into my throat making me sputter and gag. That didn’t stop him. He was a man on a mission. He face-fucked me hard, his nuts slapping my face with every thrust, I couldn’t breathe through my mouth or my nose, but he kept slamming into me. I knew I could always stop him if it was too much. On the contrary it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get enough. I reached up and pulled his ass down even harder, and harder, again, and again. Nothing else mattered at that moment but getting his load down my throat. I wanted it and was going to have it.

He continued to suck my cock. I shot down his throat without even noticing, I was totally engrossed in milking the cock that was ramming my gullet that I didn’t even realize I came. I swallowed several times making my throat contract, and finally Randy screamed as loudly as he did when Jeff was ramming his monstrous tool into him the night before shooting stream after powerful stream straight down my throat trying to go even deeper. When his primal scream ended he collapsed over my body with his long, slender appendage still hard and buried deep down my throat.

I finally was choking so bad that I had to push him off me. Tears, flehm and ass juice covered my beet-red face as I choked and sputtered trying to recover from the attack. My gasping zapped Randy out of his lust-induced fantasy world and back to reality.

“Oh my god, fuck, Kev are you okay?!” He flipped around and brought his face close to mine. There was fear in his eyes, he was sure he had hurt me. He didn’t know what to do as I kept coughing. I held my hand up trying to tell him I was okay, but I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t getting the message. I finally stopped, caught my breathe, grabbed his shoulder and said “I’m okay. I’m okay. Holy fuck, where did you go, man?”

He just stared at me with disbelief and guilt in his eyes. I coughed into my hand a couple more times and said “I’m okay, baby. I’m okay…that was fucking intense.”

“Oh my god Kevin, I got so carried away, I am so sorry,” Tears were filling his eyes, we were still exploring and pushing our boundaries, and he was sure he crossed a line. I could not convince him that I FUCKING LOVED IT! This man wanted me so much. He was driven by a lust, passion, and desire that made him lose control. As warped as this may sound, I made him lose control and found it insanely hot.

He finally hugged me as hard as he could. We just held each other for a while, and I tried to assure him that I was fine and could’ve stopped him anytime. I just didn’t want to. He was really shook up. “I never want to lose control like that again, Kevin. I don’t care how hot you think it is, stop me. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you” He was actually crying.

This hot, sexy, passionate object of my desire loved me. I kissed his tears away, then got up and jumped in the shower. Eventually he joined me, still a little shook. We held each other under the warm, cascading water until I finally convinced him that I truly loved it and never felt out of control. He seemed to finally accept that.

After our shower I ordered an Uber and the three of us headed to Jeff’s to pick-up our rental and head to breakfast. We filled Matty in on our conversation with Jeff…leaving out the main event of course. Our plan was to grab the car without being detected. I had no idea if Sarah was around or not and didn’t want to find out. I was also worried Jeff might be a little freaked out after last night.

It was about 10Am when we drove up, Jeff was sitting alone on the porch with a cup of coffee. He stepped down to greet us with a smile “Thank you guys for the talk last night” he said, “I’ve got a whole new perspective on things.”

“Where’s Sarah?” I asked as I looked around half expecting to be ambushed, or at the very least hit in the head with a Bible.

“Don’t know, don’t care. She’ll show up in time for the party and put on a show for her friends.” He took a sip of his coffee “Meanwhile, I’ve been busy. I’ve already been to the bank, Home Depot, and called my friend Tom…he’s a divorce attorney.” Randy and I both gave him inquisitive looks “I’m dealing with this tonight. Her access to our finances has been limited so she can get what she needs, but can’t bankrupt me before we go to court, the locks will be changed after we talk, and Tom is drawing up the papers and will file on Monday.”

“I moved in and hugged him, “Huge move, buddy. I’m proud of you. We’re here for whatever you need. Wanna join us for breakfast at Ted’s like the old days. “

“Damn right!” he bounded up the steps with a new confidence and locked up the house. We jumped into the car, he sat up front with me and talked non-stop. His confidence was back, and the defeated Jeff that cried in our hotel room last night was nowhere to be seen.

We walked into Ted’s, our old stand-by hangover hangout for the first time in over five years. Nothing had changed. Same place, same specials, same waitresses. It felt good to be in a familiar place with my old friends. Damn, I wish Randy and I hung out more in college. We had similar memories, but they weren’t made with each other.

We sat in our favorite booth and Jeff told us his plan “I need you guys at the party today. It’s all her friends except for you guys, a few guys from the soccer team I coach, and my parents.”

“We’ll be there!” Matty said first and we all nodded in support.

“Will you guys come back and stay the night at the house too, like we planned?” He asked with pleading eyes. “I really don’t want to be alone, plus…I’ve been looking forward to guys weekend, and fuck if I’m gonna let that cheating bitch ruin it.” We all agreed. It was a no-brainer. Our friend needed us.

“My parents are leaving early and taking the boys, when the crowd leaves, that’s when I confront her. She’s leaving tonight, and I don’t give two fucks where she goes. If Roy, her little boy toy, shows up, she can leave with his cheating ass.” He went on about the details. He was taking control, he had his allies in place and his confidence shined through. He looked across the booth to me and Randy and said “You guys gave me the confidence to do this. Hell, if you guys can be so open about who you are, then I can sure as hell take control of my life and be who I am….who that is, I’m not 100% sure yet, but it aint Sarah’s cuckold. That’s for DAMN sure.” He beamed, and we cheered him on, with Matty smacking him on the back say, “THAT’S the Jeff we know.”

That was the end of the serious talk. For the next hour we just caught-up some more, laughed, talked bull shit, and enjoyed the hell out of each other’s company. God, I had missed this. After breakfast we headed to the hotel and checked out, then headed to Jeff’s for the day. We decided to skip the homecoming game considering all that was going on. Besides, all we really wanted to do was check out the college talent, and Jeff’s porch was the perfect place for that since it was so near campus.

When we got back to Jeff’s house Sarah was in full-on Martha Stewart mode. The house was a showplace with every nook and cranny spotless. Jeff’s boys, Dex and Jack, came running and jumped in Jeff’s arms, he held them both against his massive frame, one on each hip and greeted them. He set them down and they took off into the backyard while he made his way to the kitchen to talk to Sarah, we heard it all.

“Where have you been? I’ve been working my butt off, and you’ve been out with your friends. What are they even doing here.” She yelled at him in a hushed tone.

“They’re here for the party. I got up early and did everything on your damn “honey-do” list except for setting-up the yard, and we’re about to do that.” He said back in a firm tone that he maintained throughout the conversation.

“THOSE people aren’t welcome in my home.” She said in her angry hushed tone

“THOSE people are the best friends I’ve ever had, and they are absolutely welcome in OUR home. So, deal with it.” He walked back into the living room leaving Sarah standing there in disbelief that Jeff dare talk back and said, “C’mon guys we got work to do.” With that we walked out of the house and transformed the yard into party-central. We cleaned the grill, set-up yard games and conversation pits, filled the coolers with ice, moved the speakers into the yard and played some Toonage that brought us back to our college days and had us dancing around and singing as we worked. We were done and hour before the guests were supposed to arrive. Matty, Randy and I grabbed some beers and set-up camp on the front porch to check out the local talent while Jeff went back into the kitchen to help Sarah get the food prepared in total silence.

It didn’t take five minutes before the first shirtless college stud stumbled up to the porch and tried to beg a beer off of us. He was cute as fuck, blond curls, toned body, 6-pack abs and I flirted my ass off. Within about 2 minutes the guy forgot about the beer and stumbled off the porch...epic flirt fail. Matty and Randy died laughing. “I love you, Kev, but oh my god you can’t flirt for shit!” Randy said in a fit of laughter.

“Oh like you could do better” I shot back, pissed because I knew he was right.

“I’ll take that bet” Randy said and whistled as loud as he could and yelled “Hey Blondie, you forgot your beer!” The boy stopped in his tracks, look back and saw Randy dangling the ice cold bottle in his beer. He turned and head back towards the porch.

Matty’s eyes grew wide and his face broke into a huge smile, then he giggled as he watched Randy pile on the charm, and reel this little nugget in. Randy sat on the steps and talked with the kid for a few minutes then sent him on his way. He came up to me, tasseled my hair and said, “that’s how you flirt. I hope you took notes.” Sarah was watching through the window in disgust.

A few hours later the party was going strong, the house and yard were overflowing with people laughing, drinking and having a good time. Jeff’s parents took the boys and headed back home early, it was good to see them. His mom came up to us and said, “I’ll take care of these babies tonight, you boys take care of mine.” Apparently, Jeff filed them in on everything.

We hung out on the porch and talked with everyone who came, Jeff’s old soccer pals, neighbor’s, Sarah’s church friends, and of course more drunk students looking for a party. Matty was flirting with the girls, Randy was flirting with the boys, and I was doing my best not to humiliate myself in front of every drunk frat boy that walked by.

At one point we found ourselves on the porch with just us guys, Sarah, her friend Ron and his adorable wife Annie. I had seen Jeff talking with her earlier and now they stood side-by-side. Finally the moment presented itself. Randy and I were talking to a cute guy at the bottom of the porch steps when Sarah said in the most judgmental, self-righteous tone she could summon “I think I’ll go into the house, It’s like Sodom and Gomorrah out here.”

Annie and Jeff looked at each other, then Jeff said to her and Ron, who was at her side and said “Annie and I’ll stay here with the sodomites, why don’t you two adulterers go inside. Oh, and the master bedroom is free.” Everything and everybody stopped. Jeff just played his cards and obviously Annie was in on it.

After a very long silence Sarah stammered with her words “what...um…I’m sorry but what did you just say? What are you talking about?” with Ron standing next to her faking his best confused face.

Annie piped up confidently and said “I walked in on you two being chummy a few months ago in the hallway near the bathrooms at church but didn’t want to believe it. Unfortunately Jeff came home early from work a couple of weeks ago and had to witness you two self-righteous assholes going at it like rabbits.” Then she turned to Ron and said, “I called my dad a couple of hours ago, he should be done changing the locks by now and your shit should be ready to pick up on the front lawn.”

Then Jeff looked at Sarah and said “My all wasn’t enough for you, so get out, and I don’t give a fuck where you go. I retained Tom, he’ll be filing the divorce papers as soon as he can, so get a lawyer and you can reach me through him, let’s go get you shit.” With that he walked her up to the bedroom. She yelled nonstop at the poor guy, but we couldn’t make out what she was saying. Meanwhile, Ron still hadn’t said a word, he really was a pussy and it was clear Annie could do much better.

While we waited for Jeff and Sarah to return Annie gave it to Ron with both guns, apparently this wasn’t his first infidelity. She also informed him that she was taking the car home tonight. Right about then the “happy couple” came down. Sarah was still silent and the look on her face was one of rage, not humiliation as you’d think. She shot Randy and I a look of disgust and mumbled something about sodomites under her breath. Randy looked her in the eye and said “You know, in the Bible they stone adulterous whores.”

Annie jumped in and said “I like that plan. Somebody give me a rock” And then she took a swig of her beer.

Sarah and Ron got into her car and took off. That was that, well at least for now. Jeff and Annie would both undoubtedly be dealing with some shit late. We helped Jeff change the locks, then sat back on the porch.

The mood was very strange, in that it was great. We drank a few beers and listened to some great music while Annie and Jeff sat there and talked through all the hints, and their suspicions, and everything they’d been through. This was a long time coming and both felt a sense of relief. We drank a toast to new beginnings and Matty, Randy and I resumed our flirting with the coeds walking past. About a half hour later Annie left, and Jeff said he was ready to call it a night. We cleaned the place up and then went to bed.

Randy was spooning me and we both passed out pretty fast, it had been a draining couple of days. I was asleep about an hour or so when Randy shook me awake ‘Kev, Kev wake up we have a visitor.” I opened my eyes and looked up to see Jeff’s huge member just inches from my face. “I think he needs his friends again” Randy said.

To be continued…