Gays of Our Lives: Book 4 (Chapter 76-100)

by Mike

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 ****Scene 1: Michael’s POV********************** 

The Loft, Hampton Apartments,

1210 Hampton Street, 

Eric and I were in the middle of enjoying each other’s company when we were interrupted by a knock at the door. I wasn’t happy about the disturbance….because Eric had just taken the entire length of my dick into his welcoming mouth. All of our friends had left the Loft to go to class, so we were the only two left in the apartment and now we were getting knocks at the door. We wondered who the visitor could have been.

We tried to ignore the knocking, hoping that whoever it was would simply get bored and go away. But the knocking wouldn’t go away. The incessant noise only got louder and more pronounced. Until we finally decided to see who was knocking on our door. Putting on the nearest article of clothing that was within arms-reach we ran to the door. When we opened it we found that there was nobody there. We looked around the hall, even going so far as to look around the corner to see if there was someone lingering around there. We found no one there. If there had been someone there…..they were long gone now. There was something at our door however. Lying there on the floor right in front of our door was a wrapped box. It was obviously a gift. I should have expected it; ever since we had returned to college from Thanksgiving break I had received many gifts and presents from an anonymous person claiming to be my secret admirer. Often times the gifts were accompanied by very sexually explicit and suggestive messages. Each time I received one of those anonymous gifts Eric became more and more irritated. He and I both knew these gifts were not wanted by me but he couldn’t help getting jealous. I couldn’t blame him for it, because I would have felt the same way if he had been receiving the kinds of gifts I was receiving. It was for this reason that I started discarding and throwing out these gifts whenever Eric wasn’t there to see it. But it was too late to throw this one out.

“Is that what I think it is?” Eric grumbled, pointing down at the box at our feet.

“I have no idea baby.” I shrugged. I bent down so that I could pick the box up. “Maybe Santa Claus as come early.” We both laughed.

“Open I want to see what it is.”

Untying the ribbon I pulled the lid off the box and peered inside to see what was inside. Looking inside the box I noticed there was a letter and a single rose inside. The letter was rather long but there were a few words that stood out. Like the remark that I needed a real man and not a boy to fulfill all my needs. The indication of the letter was clear…..that my husband Eric was still a boy and that the anonymous man was the real man that I needed.

“What the hell?!” Eric glared down at the letter. He grabbed it out of my hand and flung it on the floor. “This shit has got to stop. I’m sick and tired of guys hitting on you and trying to get with you. When you are married to me.”

“Baby calm down…It’s alright. We can about this.” I smiled at him, as I placed my hand on his shoulder. I was trying to reassure him and calm him down. “Why don’t we go back inside and we can have a nice cup of coffee before we have to start our day?”

“I don’t want to go inside.” Eric yelled, he pushed me away. “What I want is for these letters and gifts to stop. What I want is to find out who is sending them to you so that I can personally see to it that they never send another disgusting letter.”

“I think this is disgusting because that’s what this is. This freak thinks of you as some kind of sexual object. The way he speak about using you. It makes me sick.” He scoffed.

“Eric calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” He shouted. “Would you be calm if I were the one receiving these disgusting messages?”

Before I had time to answer him he stormed off...

 

****Scene 2: Thomas’s POV********************** 

Room 507, Chandler Hall, 

Harmony University

"Textbook?" Beau repeated….a blank expression on his face. “What do you mean?”

“I just wanted to see where you were at with your studies. Like I said earlier I’m pretty knowledge about European history. History in general to be honest.” I replied. “So why don’t you show me your textbook….I want to see what chapter you are on.”

“Ok if you insist.” He half-smiled. He turned around and bent over; giving me another glimpse of that wonderful ass. Crouching on the floor he poked his head under his bed. He stuck his arm underneath his bed. I watched his entire arm disappear beneath the bed, only the upper portion of his thick forearm could be seen.

Finally after several seconds of careful searching Beau pulled a dust covered paperback textbook out from underneath his bed. He shook the dust off it and handed it to me. It looked like the book hadn’t even been opened in the entire five months that we had been at school.

“Man there’s dust all over this thing? Have you even opened this damn book?” I laughed.

“Dude I’ve tried reading this thing.” He shrugged. “It’s just so boring……when I first signed up for the class I thought it would be so interesting learning about wars and stuff. But then my professor kept going on and on about all this other crap.”

“Well dude why don’t we open this book? So we can get started.” I smiled.

“I’m sure it’s not as boring as you are saying.” I chuckled. “What chapter are you on anyway?”

“Dude I can’t remember.” He shrugged. “But I think it’s the chapter about the Greeks and Romans. My professor just finished lecturing about the history of the Greeks and the Romans the other day.”

“She said she wanted us to read the next chapter on our own because we were going to be having a test on that chapter next week.” He continued.

“Ok so when is the test?”

“Tomorrow.” He replied, expressionless.

“Wait what?!” I cried. “You have a test that you haven’t studied for tomorrow?! And you want me….to help you study for and pass it.”

“How do you expect me to do that?” I gasped.

“Look, dude if you don’t think you are going to be able to help me out just say so.” He sighed. “I can always drop out of this class next year. I don’t really need your help.”

“Man please don’t do that. I don’t want to hear that you failed this class because I refused to help you out.” I said. “Dude I want to help you out. I just thought I would have more time to help you out.” I chuckled.

“Dude we do have time we have all night to study.” Beau replied.

“Beau what are you talking about? You know that’s not true. You promised to take me to that Pi Alpha Kappa event tonight. We won’t have any time to study while we are getting initiated into the ways of the fraternity.”

“Man why don’t you just relax we have plenty of time to study between now and then. The fraternity event at the PAK house isn’t until later tonight. We’ve got all day for you to help me become more versed in European History.”

“I think I prefer you as my teacher to that bitch professor of mine.” He grinned. “So are you going to help me or not?”

“I said I would help you.” I added. “So let’s not waste any time. Open the book and we can get started.”

Beau and I spent the next few hours immersing ourselves in the history and culture of the ancient Romans and the ancient Greeks. We talked about a whole host of topics; including the ancient Romans obsession with well-endowed penises, their leisure life, their obscene literature, and of course the countless wild and insanely erotic stories surrounding the Roman Emperors. In the realm of the ancient Greeks we talked in depth about many topics including Homer’s Iliad, Greek philosophy, and of course their fascination with the naked body. We didn’t just read his text book over to help him study we also watched a few educational videos about the Ancient Greeks and Romans that were on YouTube.

“Wow that was a lot of information to take in.” he laughed after I closed my laptop telling him that was everything I could teach him.

“I hope you will be able to retain some of this information for your test tomorrow.” I sighed.

“I know I will.” He smiled. Thank you so much for helping me. “I don’t think I will ever be able to get all that crazy stuff you told me about Nero and Caligula, and all the rest of them out of my head. 0

****Scene 3: Charlotte’s POV********************** 

Upstairs Nursery, 

Chandler Mansion, Raven Hill Island

In the last couple of months since the birth of my son Johnny, his father Michael and I had gotten rather close. I’ll be honest with you, I couldn’t be happier that Michael and I were getting closer. Part of me still had feelings for him even though I knew he was in love with Eric. And Eric was my friend so I couldn’t betray him by going after his man. When I first rolled into town I had done enough damage to their relationship so instead of acting out my deepest and most romantic feelings on Michael, I would have to be content with him being the father of my child.

I see now that I was fool to pursue Michael even though I knew he was with another man. Maybe it is true what they say. That overused cliché sounding saying….That all the good men are either married, gay or in jail. That’s what I get for falling head over heels in love with a gay guy. But if there is one thing I know it’s that I love my son Johnny and I love Michael for helping to create him. Of all the things I wish I could take back and do over again…I would never change how my sweet baby boy came into the world. But maybe if I did go back to get a do over I would give birth to him in a hospital bed on as much drugs as possible instead of having to give birth to him while stranded on a deserted island with Kayla (a former foe turned frenemy) as a wet nurse. I would do it all over again for my son.

The closer Michael and I got the more time I spent with him and his family in that big old mansion located on top the highest point of Raven Hill Island. There were an innumerable number of rooms in the mansion, including a foyer, a great hall, a drawing room (or in modern terms the living room), family room, kitchen, dining room, breakfast room, library with a connected study, smoking room, billiard’s room, picture gallery, conservatory, and even a ballroom. This did not include the fifty bedrooms, underground wine cellar, and bathrooms as well as the nursery located on the second floor and of course the servant’s quarters of which there were set rooms for the Butler and chief Housekeeper and on down the list.

Every single room of the mansion were uniquely decorated. The great hall leading from the foyer reflected the gothic nature of the mansion with its arched ceiling, marble columns, and beautiful tapestries and Persian rugs that adorn the floor and walls. The Chandler family living room is one of the most elegant rooms in the entire house, dripping with silk, satin, gilded moldings, family heirlooms and photographs. The room is furnished with classical and antique furniture reminiscent of seventeenth century Versailles. The colour palette of the Living room consists of darker shaded colours like the dark green upholstery and the red satin draperies and so on. In contrast the family room located just down the hall is decorated with light colored furniture with a yellow cream colored wallpaper. Signifying its casual nature the family room contains a television, entertainment center, and a collection of movies. The mansion included other room as well such as the library with its hundreds and hundreds of book on nearly every subject imaginable; the dining room that was used sparingly on such occasions as family dinners and so on; and the huge ballroom with the glass dome located in the west wing that could hold over a thousand people.

I could go on and on about the lavish interior design of the Chandler family home but that would take several more chapters to describe in great detail. Of the hundred or so rooms in the house my favorite would have to be the nursery where my son Johnny slept. Honestly I have to admit that I’m a little partial to the room for that reason. How could I not be? While Mrs. Chandler always made me feel welcome every single time I came over to visit with my son, the other family members (all except Michael) didn’t make me feel welcome. The only place I truly felt welcomed was in that nursery with my arms wrapped around my little son. In a few months he would be two years old and we would be in the terrible two stage.

After I had finished all of my classes I made the trip over to Chandler house to see my son. When I arrived I was greeted by Henderson the family butler. I told him I was here to see my son and he gave me a half-smile before he quietly led me upstairs to the nursery. Once he had led me to the door Henderson turned and walked back downstairs; perhaps he had some butler duties to take care of. I wasn’t concerned with that. I was only here to see my son.

When I walked into the nursery I expected to find it empty with my little son asleep in his crib but instead I found the room was not empty at all. Instead Blair the nanny we had hired to take care of baby Johnny was in there. She was holding him in her arms and rocking him. He seemed content as she was singing to him and whispering things that only a mother should say to her child. Not some hired help.

“What are you doing?!” I cried, as I stood in the doorway.

Blair spun around. The look on her face was one of confusion. “I’m sorry…..I was just about to put the baby down for a nap. Did you want something? What is wrong?”

“Did I want something?!” I scoffed, as I walked closer to her. “Yes I believe I do want something. What I want is to see my son. That is the whole reason I came over here….to see MY SON. You got that?! He’s my son.”

“Charlotte I’m just the nanny you have to understand that.” She smiled as she laid baby Johnny back in his crib.

“I do understand that…..the question is do you?!” I interrupted. “I heard what you were saying….Singing to him and talking to him like he was your baby. He’s not your baby….He’s mine!”

“I think you need to calm down because you are acting irrational. I know Johnny is your son. I’m just the nanny. Let me go get you a glass of water from the kitchen we wouldn’t want a repeat of Thanksgiving.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I shouted.

“Thanksgiving was ruined because you failed to secure Duchess in her room.” Blair smiled. “If you were calm and collected like me a mistake would not have occurred.”

“You know what I made sure that door was shut and locked. I hadn’t thought about it before now but someone opened that door….Someone wanted Thanksgiving dinner to be ruined and I think that someone was you.”

“Why on earth would I want that?” Blair laughed at me. “What possible reason would I have to try to sabotage you when you do it all on your own.”

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t speak to me like that! Who do you think you are?”

“Well for starters my name is Blair Blackburn and I’m your child’s nanny. And let me assure you I can speak to you any way I like because in case you didn’t notice you don’t pay my salary the Chandlers do. And despite your best efforts you are not one.”

“You insensitive bitch!” I cried. I slapped her across her face. I didn’t care if my son was mere feet away laying in his crib I wanted that bitch to pay for the way she was treating me. She didn’t even flinch she simply smiled at me.

“You’re calling me insensitive.” She laughed. “No sweetie I think you need to look in the mirror for the insensitive one. I think it was insensitive to drug someone and sleep with them when they could barely keep their eyes open….Now that is insensitive.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“What the hell am I talking about? You should know all about what I’m talking about. Drugs isn’t that how you got Michael to sleep with you? You drugged him and had your way with him. Essentially you raped him.” She continued. She had a look of pure pleasure on her face, she was enjoying every minute of my misery.

“I was a different person….that was a different person.” I muttered.

‘You don’t seem very different. Look how quick you were able to resort to violence when we were having a simple conversation. What kind of mother are you going to be to this little guy? What is he going to think when he learns the truth about how he was conceived? When he learns the truth he is going to hate you.”

“Shut up! Just SHUT UP!” I yelled.

“What are you doing here?” a voice ordered. It was stern and commanding voice. I turned to see Victor Chandler standing there. “You are causing quite the disturbance. Johnny is trying to sleep so I think it is best if you leave.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I smiled.

“I was talking to you.” He sneered.

“But,”

“No buts, you can come back tomorrow when you’ve regained your composure and can conduct yourself properly.”

I didn’t argue I simply turned on my heels and walked out of the room but not before picking my son up and kissing him on his forehead. The closer I got back to campus the madder I got. I knew that girl was up to something I just didn’t know what.

****Scene 4: Haley’s POV********************** 

Student Commons, 

Harmony University, 

“Haley please tell me you are not seriously thinking about doing this?” Kayla cried. “What you are planning on doing is completely insane!”

“Kayla just relax.” I grinned, as I took hold of her hand in mine. “I’m not doing anything that she didn’t tell me to do.”

“She told you to get an article of clothing from a male. She did not say to get that piece of clothing from Chad’s closet. Can’t you find some other man to complete the task?” She frowned. The woman that Kayla was talking about was of course Brandi Harrington, the President of the Zetas.

“Kayla you are very right about that.” I smiled. “She simply said she wanted us all to gather a piece of men’s clothing and bring it to her at the end of the night, but she never said which man it had to be.”

“Girl you are crazy!” Kayla cried. “You no damn well Brandi is going to flip when you walk in clutching Chad’s underwear in your hands.”

“Girlfriend just relax because I never said I was going to tell Brandi where the underwear came from. It will be our little secret…our delicious little secret.”

“Ok so let’s say I go along with this plan of yours.” Kayla continued. “How do you suppose we go about collecting Chad’s underwear? And how do we not get caught?”

“Trust me when I tell you this but we won’t get caught because I have a plan.” I grinned. “This plan is going to work. I’m sure of it.”

“What kind of plan? I’m afraid to ask.”

“Don’t worry about it right now. We can discuss the details on our way over there. We don’t have time to waste.” I cut her off. “How about you follow me over the PAK house.”

A few minutes later we were standing in front of the Pi Alpha Kappa house. The weather outside was chilly as Kayla and I huddled together. Between the time, when we left the Student Commons to the time we arrived at fraternity row we talked in depth about my plan to get a pair of Chad’s underwear. As we walked to the PAK house from the Student Commons we were joined by Charlotte who apparently had just come from visiting her son who was staying at the Chandler mansion.

“Well here we are.” Kayla declared. “So Haley how do you suggest we get inside penis central without being seen or caught. There’s no way a pregnant girl and two other girls walking through a frat house is going to go unnoticed.”

“She does have a point.” Charlotte sighed.

Ladies everything is covered we should have no problem getting into this rowdy frat house when Bryce comes downstairs and lets us in.”

“How did you convince him to let you do this?” Kayla cried in amazement.

“You two don’t need to worry about that all you need to know is that this time he’s going to scratch my back and next time around I’m going to scratch his back.” I smiled.

Moments later Bryce came to the door. He greeted us before hurrying us into the house. “Come in, come in. All the guys are out right now and I think Chad went to the gym so you guys should have some time to get what you need.”

“Don’t you feel like you are betraying your friend by giving his underwear to Haley?” Kayla blurted.

“Not at all.” Bryce chuckled. “Trust me I’m all for sniffing hot hunks jockstraps just please do me a favour and don’t get caught doing it. I could never explain to Chad why I let you take his underwear. It’s a good thing he has so many he won’t notice a few missing.

“You know what how about Kayla, Charlotte and go up to my room we can wait in there while you get what you need.

“That’s fine with me because the more alone time I get in Chad’s room the better.” I smiled.

“Did you want me to show you to his room?”

“No that won’t be necessary….I know the way to Chad’s room. Parting ways I walked down the hall to Chad’s room. I turned the door knob and pushed the door open. As soon as I entered the room I was his hit with the smell of his masculine scent… This was definitely Chad’s room. The smell of his room lingered in the room. It was most strong in his bed that I laid in for a little while before I remembered the real reason that I had come over there in the first place. And that was to get a pair of Chad’s tighty-whities. I rummaged through his drawers and under his bed looking for the perfect pair of underwear to collect. I even went through his dirty clothes.

I was about to grab a pair of grey Calvin Klein briefs when I heard a commotion outside the room. I immediately ran into the closet to hide. My phone vibrated in my hand and I looked down to read the new message. It read. He’s here. I freaked

I knew what that meant. Chad was back home and I was seconds away from being caught. Chad walked into his room. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt with the fraternity’s logo on it. I sleeked into the corner of his closet as I watched him. What I wouldn’t give to see him strutting around campus in those grey sweatpants that clung to his muscular legs or to see the outline of his cock in those sweats. That’s when he opened the door to his closet and I tried to make myself as small as physically possible. He didn’t even look in my direction as he grabbed a towel off the top shelf. He headed towards his bathroom. Deep down I knew that I probably should have left at that moment. But I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t give up the chance to catch a glimpse of Chad’s naked body.

When Chad went into the bathroom he didn’t bother to close the door. From the angle that I was at I could see everything. And that’s when he dropped his pants and I saw those plump ass cheeks of his. Damn I love a guy with a nice ass and Chad’s ass was up there. He wasn’t wearing underwear but he was wearing a jockstrap that framed his bubble butt so well. Obviously he was coming back from a session at the gym or he had just finished practicing for whatever sport he played. I could just imagine him working out at the gym, squatting with that ass in the air for everyone to see.

He pulled his jockstrap down, letting it fall to the floor. When he stepped out of it he walked over to the shower. It was one of those open showers with a glass screen separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Chad stepped inside and turned the shower head on. I watched as the warm water ran over his naked body. I crept closer and closer to get a closer look of that sculpted body. I was so close I was nearly in the room and that’s when it happened. There was a creak in the floor and the floor. I instantly froze and prayed that he hadn’t heard me. But it was too late. He had heard me. I realized as much when he turned the showerhead off and called out.

“Who’s there? Ryan? Bryce?”

I held my mouth shut. I didn’t dare answer him for fear that he would be furious with me for sneaking into his room.

“Guy’s stop playing I’m trying to take a shower before tonight’s festivities.” He yelled out. Realizing I was caught I scooped up the pair of jock straps that lay in the threshold of the bathroom. I turned in and made a beeline towards the door. But just when I had reached the door I heard a noise. My fingers were on the door knob when I heard his voice.

I turned to see Chad Reeves standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway. He was wearing absolutely nothing except for a white towel that only thinly covered his wonderful body. I even think I could make out the outline of his dick underneath the towel.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He scrowled. A wide grin creeping across his face.

I gulped… How was I going to explain this?

STAY TUNED……………………………….. 

by Mike

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