****Opening Title**************************************************

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

"Like the hot guy of our dreams so our the Gays of Our Lives"

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

****Scene 1: Eric’s POV**********************

“Wait? What?” Mike asked dumbstruck at the sight of me standing on my own two feet again. “What? Eric you can walk?”

“Huh, Yeah babe………”

“Yeah babe I was going to tell you.”

“Well I’m glad that you can walk again.” He replied. “Why did you wait to tell me?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday.” I said reaching my hand out to embrace him.

“Well you definitely surprised me.” Mike retorted sarcastically.

“Babe I wanted to tell you. But I had to make sure that everything was right….I didn’t want to give your hopes up with false declarations of my improvement. Kayla wanted me to…err.”

“Wait what?” Mike gasped. “You told Kayla.”

“No babe I didn’t tell Kayla……….well not intentionally.” I murmured. “She found out and she made me promise that I would tell you today. But I hate that you had to find out like this. I wanted to tell you.”

Just as Mike was beginning to calm down, Haley burst back into the room. After a few seconds of feeling around the bed she pulled a pair silken panties from the folds of the covers.

“Forgot this!” she exclaimed, as she held up the silken panties for both Mike and I to see.

Without another word she left as quickly as she had returned. She left a room filled with tension, so much so that you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.

“What? What was she doing with those?” Mike asked confused.

“Babe I don’t know.”

“I honestly don’t know.” I repeated. “Babe you have to believe me!”

“Wait, lets back up a minute.” He replied. “What was she even doing here alone in this hotel room with you in the first place?”

“Babe I don’t know. I don’t know.” I continued. “I swear all I did was wake up and there she was on top of me straddling me and with my shirt unbuttoned.”

“You know what babe, I think I need some time to think about all this.” He said.

“Babe, please don’t give up on us!” I pleaded. “I know what this looks like. And I know it looks really bad right now. But this is honestly not what it looks like I swear.”

“Eric I just can’t right now….I just can’t.” Michael sighed. “I’m going to go tell them they can cut the cake and that they can go home now, before they get restless.”

“And then we can talk about this?”

“Eric, I just have to be alone for a little while.” He replied as he slowly turned away from me.

“Michael,” I called out.

“Just remember one thing, that I love you and that I will always love you.” I said as my eyes watered. To keep from breaking down I had to take a deep breath as my boyfriend exited the room.

And as if by some cruel twist of fate my cock began to harden, but unfortunately the one and only person that I wanted to relive it was gone.

But I hoped he was coming back. And I hoped against hope that we could work our way through this newest drama. As I watched him leave the room all I could think was fuck my life. Fuck my life, fuck my life. Fuck my life…….

I buttoned up the rest of my shirt, put my shoes on and headed out the door. Just as I was turning the corner I was stopped by a woman in a suit with an orange folder.

“Are you Eric Smith?” she asked seriously.

“Y-Yes…” I replied nervously. “Yes I’m Eric……What do you want?”

“The prosecution is subpoenaing you to appear this week in the trial The State of New York Vs. Joe Smith. You will find everything you need to know in the folder.” She continued.

“Have a good evening……….and one more thing please be there on time. We cannot afford to waste any time.” She smiled, as she turned on her heels, leaving as quickly as she had come.

****Scene 2: Mike’s POV**************************

Once I got back upstairs to the ballroom, I saw that the party was fully underway. Unfortunately for the guests it would have to be cut short. I walked up to the front of the room. I asked my grandfather if he could get everyone’s attention.

“Ladies and gentleman!” Victor Chandler said in a booming voice to get everyone’s attention.

Everyone paused for a moment and then turned to face me. And then my grandfather continued to speak. “My grandson, the man we have all come here to honour this very special night would like to say a few words.”

“Ladies and gentleman, friends and family I’m so glad that you decided to come here tonight to celebrate my birthday. I know you came for a party so I would like it if all of you stayed for as long as you like, however I will not be staying. Something had come up.”

“Please enjoy the cake and have a good night!” I added.

“Sweetie this is your birthday party. You should be here.” My grandmother cooed.

“Your grandmother is right Michael.” My grandfather replied rather sternly. “Whatever the problem is I’m sure it can be fixed in a matter of minutes. Let me know what it is and I’ll…..”

“Grandfather it can’t. I assure you it can’t.” I replied. “It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is.” My grandfather laughed. “Everything’s easy when you’re a chandler.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to go. I-I just have to go clear my head. Thank you so much for the party it was wonderful!”

I walked off and was stopped by my father. “Son what’s a matter a few minutes ago you were beaming from ear to ear and now you look like your whole world as just been ripped apart.

“Dad I can’t talk right now……I just have to go.” I called. My walk turning into a quick pace as I made a bee line for the exit. I was nearly there when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was a familiar touch.

I turned around to see Kayla smiling around. “Hey Michael. I heard your speech. Something doesn’t add up. What’s wrong?”

“Kayla I can’t talk right now.” I pleaded.

“Mike something has to be wrong. Just tell me.

“Ask Eric…..” I called back as I ran to the elevator. Once inside the elevator my mind was racing as I played the image of Haley on top of Eric straddling him and kissing him. Eric told me that nothing happened, while Haley implied that something did happen.

I didn’t know who to believe and to make matters worse, Haley came back to retrieve some panties, that were presumably hers.

After I left the party I drove around for a few hours. When this had no effect on my mood I went for a walk in the park. After several hours had passed I finally went home.

When I finally reached my house the lights were off. I sat down on the sofa and just thought about everything. A few minutes later my mother came through the front door. She walked over to where I was

“Michael is everything ok?” she asked, as laid her clutch bag down on the empty arm chair.

“Yes mom.” I sighed.

“Michael you can tell me.” She replied. “You had a whole room full of people. You didn’t just leave because of nothing. Something had to have happened.”

“Michael you can tell me. I’m your mom.” She said reassuringly.

“Yes something did happen.” I sighed. “It’s about Eric.”

“What about Eric?” she asked.

“Well I kind of found him in a compromising position with someone. So I had to go clear my head. That’s why I had to leave.”

“WHAT?!” she cried.

“He cheated on you?!”

“Yes.” I murmured. “It appears that way.”

“That’s terrible…” She said, as she threw her arms around me. “I’m here for you son.”

“Thanks mom,” I sighed. “I think I’m just going to go upstairs and go to sleep. I just want this whole day to be over with.”

“Ok see you in the morning.” My mother smiled.

****Scene 3: Eric’s POV**************************

When I finally got home I ran up to my room and shut the door. I didn’t even wait to see if my mother was home. She would know soon enough about my father impending trial. Right now I was concentrated on one thing and one thing only……………Mike

He had left in such a state that I didn’t even know what would become of our relationship or even if he was ok. Either way I knew what had just transpired would not be good for us in the long run.

As I continued to reply the earlier events of tonight in my head I kept getting angrier and angrier………not at Mike but at myself for letting something like this happen. A few weeks earlier when I was still feeling down about being paralyzed Haley had stopped me in Lila’s and engaged me in conversation and cheered me up like we were old friends and like I hadn’t dumped her for Mike a mere six months ago.

Deep down I should have known there was more to her heel-face-turn then wanting to help me through a rough time. I should have known she wasn’t just being nice to be nice. Haley Macy just ain’t that kind of person, I should know I dated her for a year. “That BITCH!!!”




“WHY the FUCK does shit like this keep happening to me!? WHY?”

AS my anger slowly subsided my thoughts turned once more to Michael. The look on his face, the expression of hurt was tearing me up inside. So much that I was blaming myself for all that Haley had implied we had done, even though I believed almost whole-heartedly that I had done nothing with her…..no matter what lies she tried to use.

All I could see was Michael’s face…..that look of disappointment engraved in my brain. His sparkling eyes down turned and that wonderful smile of his turned upside down all because of a lie. A stinking fucking lie.

And to make matters worse he caught me in a lie…..one that I had actually been part of. The fact that I could in fact walk…..something I had known for a little over a week. I had not kept the information a secret out of malicious intent, I had done so to protect him. So that when I could finally walk in full I could tell him. But I lie of omission is still a lie no matter how you want to spin it.

Strangely enough the more I thought of Michael the more aroused I got. Soon my cock was throbbing hard and begging for release. I reached down under the covers and pulled my underwear off and my cock leaped free from its restraints. There was a slight wet spot where the tip of my cock had been pressed. Once I held my discarded underwear in my hand I tossed them over to one side

I pulled the cover down below my ankles, exposing my entire now recently nude body. I closed my eyes and slowly began jerking my cock….my mind playing happier thought of me and Mike. Wonderful times I thought has I stroked. Suddenly my eyes shot open when I remembered I had forgot to lock my bedroom door.

I leaped off the bed….my leaking cock swinging freely between my legs as I ran to the other side of the room to lock the door. A door lock could keep some people out….but to be completely honest if my mother wanted to enter my room she would do so whether there was a lock on the door or not.

Once the door was locked I laid back in my bed, grasping my hard cock in my hand. I returned to my earlier task, I was at least comforted in the knowledge that I locked door afforded me some privacy. With my legs spread wide and my ten inch cock pointed at the ceiling I jerked my meat. I reached around over to my side drawer to get the bottle of lube that I had. I poured the lube down my cock and started stroking my cock harder.

After a few more minutes of careful stroking my throbbing member I paused for a moment. I leaned over the side of the bed. Reaching my hand under the bed for a few seconds tell I found what I was looking for. Finally finding the locked box I pulled it out from under my bed. After rummaging around my drawer for the key I opened it and took out the dildo I had recently bought.

Before I used the dildo I loosened myself up a little. Spreading my legs wide I slowly pushed my spit covered fingers into my puckering hole. First I inserted one finger, and then another deep into my hole as far as they could go. Pulling out for a moment I added a third and a fourth finger until I had watched all four fingers disappear deep inside my ass.

A minute or two later I withdrew all of the fingers and gripping the dildo with my still wet hadn’t I slowly inserted it into my hole. Even though I had loosened my ass up really nice, the first feeling of the bulbous head of the dildo stretching my insides made me grunt hard.

I used my free hand to push the dildo in and out of my twitching hole. Every time I felt the thing push inside I felt as shiver of pleasure shoot out of my cock to the rest of my body. Once I had a rhythm going I started thrusting the dildo in and out as hard and as fast as I could. Really having a ball with it.

Soon the dildo was balls deep in my ass. It felt almost as good as the real thing. I closed my eyes as the huge thing filled my insides. My whole body was tingling with pleasure at the feeling the dildo was sending through my body.

With one final grunt, I spilled my seed. The healthy helping of cum leaked out over my hands and sprayed out onto my abs, coating them with the sticky substance. For several seconds I just laid there, naked on my bed and panting hard from the exhausting climax.

Finally I rose from my bed, causing a few small drips of cum to leak out onto the floor. I picked up the discarded underwear from the floor and used them to clean the cum up from my abs and other body parts, paying close attention to my cock and balls.

If Michael had been there he would have licked every drop but alas I had to do it myself. Fuck my life. Fuck my life…….Fuck my life……..

“FUCK my Life!”

****Scene 4: Haley’s POV (the following day) **********

The day after Michael’s birthday party was a school day. Several hours had passed since I had done what I did to break Eric and Michael up. But I still couldn’t get over what I had done to Michael. The look on his face was engraved in my brain…..it was one of hurt. The very same hurt that I had felt countless times before.

Now I had caused that hurt for someone else. The knowledge of that made me sick to my stomach. I could literally feel sharp pains in my stomach. Maybe the pains were all karma’s way of punishing me for wreaking something so pure, as Eric and Michael’s relationship.

“Why did I do it? Why? Why? Why?” I kept asking myself over and over again in my head why I did what I did to Michael. I kept saying it over and over again. But I knew very well why I did it. I did it because his mother was promising money that I desperately needed in order to get the treatment that my mother needed.

How could I refuse the offer? The answer was simple I couldn’t. Even as I was getting ready for school I thought of nothing else except for what I had done to Michael and Eric. It really hurt me….it hurt me to the core. But I couldn’t change what I had done, I had to do it.

When I was finally ready to leave I walked towards the door. But when I opened the door I saw her standing there, staring at me with those cold eyes of hers…… It was Michael’s mother.

“Mrs. Chandler!?” I gasped.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well I came here to personally congratulate you on a job well done.” She smiled.

“My son came home and he was so distraught over what you and Eric did.” She said. She knew very well that Eric and I had done no such thing. “I think you’ve finally done it. They are finally over and now I can arrange for him to meet someone more suitable. A proper young lady.”

She continued to speak of her designs to find a suitable girl for her son to marry, never mind the fact that he was gay and madly in love with Eric. It was instances like that, which made me glad that I wasn’t one of those rich snobs.

“Have you checked your account?” she continued.

“No,” I murmured. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I just placed a substantial amount of money in it and I hope you will use it wisely. However you choose to use the cash I’m sure you will find an excellent use for the money. God knows you deserve it for all that you have done for me.”

“Thank you for all that you have done for me and my son. Maybe one day I will have use of your services again.”

“Thank you and I hope not.” I smiled.

“No thank you.” She smiled. And with that she head out the door. A few minutes later after she had left I followed suit and got into my car. Driving to school I didn’t even know what to expect, by now “what I had done” with Eric must have spread around.




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