Jose’s Confession
News of the hate crime shook the community. Local media talked about an all-American kid who was murdered because of his sexual orientation.
Matthew withdrew from everything. All he ever cared about had been mercilessly taken away from him. Hence, he couldn’t eat or sleep and refused to see anyone. This went on for days until an unexpected visitor showed up at his door.
“You’re back ….” said Matthew.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
"Why? Why did they hurt Alex?”
Jose didn’t have a response.
“He never hurt anyone. He didn't deserve this," continued Matthew.
"No, man, he didn't."
"He was my best friend. I miss him so much …."
Jose felt sorry for the kid, who was sobbing and visibly in pain. There was nothing he could do or say to make Matthew feel better.
"I love him so much."
"I'm sure he knew."
"He told me he liked me. I was stupid to reject him."
Jose was silent for a while. He knew he had wronged Matthew by sleeping with Alex, but it wasn't entirely his fault. Alex wanted it too. And now, sprawled on the bed, was the beauty that he had taken advantage of on countless occasions.
"Matt … there's something I should tell you, but I dunno if this is the right time."
"What is it?"
Jose didn’t know how Matthew would react once he knew the truth.
"I slept with Alex … before your road trip," confessed Jose.
Matthew paused. This non-response put Jose on edge, and made him feel even more self-conscious and in the wrong.
"You lucky bastard. Why didn't you tell me?" said Matthew.
"You're … not upset?"
"Alex mentioned he was seeing someone. He said he wasn’t ready to tell me, but I could tell … he was crazy about you."
"Really?"
"He was my best friend. I’m glad he found someone special. Did you treat him well?"
Jose nodded. He recalled how he drove into Alex, the speed, the depth, the force, how badly Alex wanted him, how badly he wanted Alex. It was the wrong time and place to feel this way, yet he couldn't help it.
Matthew drifted back into silence and Jose kept to himself as well. Each had their own thoughts, their own memories of what kind of person Alex was. His innocence, his smile, his goodness.
“So you were sleeping with him at the same time … you were sleeping with me?”
“Matt, I’m sorry ….”
“What did Alex like to do in bed?”
Jose was thrown off by Matthew’s question.
“Matt, is it appropriate to talk about this?”
“Do you feel guilty … about what you did behind my back?”
Jose nodded.
“Yet I ask you a simple question and you avoid it,” chided Matthew.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you. Alex was … submissive. He liked to be dominated.”
“Were you rough with him?”
“I didn’t hurt him.”
“Did you hit him?”
“No.”
“Did you cum on his face?”
Jose reluctantly nodded. He was now certain that he was in trouble.
“What else did you do to humiliate my best friend?”
“Matt, it’s not what you think ….”
“Do you know what I’m thinking?”
Jose shook his head.
“This is your chance to confess everything. I’ll be upset if I find out later you weren’t completely truthful with me today.”
“Alright. Don’t be mad, okay? I’ll tell you everything. We had sex twice a week. He liked it when I was rough with him. He would ask me to cockslap him, to cum on his face, to feed him my cum. He also didn’t like using condoms.”
“Wait … you had unprotected sex with Alex?”
“When I put on one, he took it off.”
“Don’t blame Alex for your mistake,” scolded Matthew.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
When the kid didn’t engage further, Jose became worried that Matthew was upset at him.
"Matt, are you gonna be okay?"
"Take off your clothes. I wanna suck your dick."
This wasn't what Jose expected to hear … yet it was exactly what he wanted to hear. Since he left, all Jose could think about was how much he missed banging the kid. Fuck the relationship bit, he would stay just for the sex.
"Take off your clothes," repeated Matthew.
"I want you to know … I'm only doing this because you're not feeling well. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you take advantage of me."
"You slept with my best friend behind my back. You need to make it up to me today …."
There wasn't a need to talk further, as both wanted the same thing, something physical, something beyond emotions or words. Jose took his clothes off and got into bed. Matthew tried to get up, but Jose pushed him back down, forcing him to stay put, so he could cover the kid’s lips with his.
Feeling Jose's hardness against his, Matthew let out a muffled cry, before he took the initiative to maneuver his own boxer briefs off.
With nothing in the way, Jose ran his burning shaft along the kid's thigh, causing the kind of excruciating anticipation he was good at creating. Thrusting up to meet Jose, Matthew tried to speed up the skin-on-skin contact, but Jose wouldn't let him.
Jose continued to rub against the kid, causing Matthew to squirm uncontrollably. This continued until the kid decided that it was enough foreplay.
Using a clever wrestling move, Matthew maneuvered from underneath and climbed on top. After pinning Jose to the bed, he proceeded to go down on him.
Running his tongue along the base, Matthew moved up along the shaft, until he reached the tip. Then he kissed and sucked the head in earnest.
“Jose ….”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to be rough with me, like you were with Alex. I want you to stuff my throat with your cock until it hurts, and treat my other hole like it was your property.”
Jose: “...”
As wrong as it sounded, Jose couldn’t decline such an invitation. He knew Matthew wanted to be fucked for the wrong reasons, to escape the pain, to run away from it. The reality was … Alex was gone and Matthew had to face it.
Jose wanted to help the kid through this challenging period. Fuck, he also wanted to bang the kid badly. Therefore, he flipped Matthew on to his back and started fucking his face.
When Jose saw that Matthew’s eyes were wet from gagging on his pole, he slipped on a condom and proceeded to fuck the kid senseless. Each thrust, long and hard, carried the determination to chip away at the kid’s pain.
Their eyes never left each other. Jose could see the kid's reaction to every thrust. Before long, the two reached the point of no return and climaxed at the same time.
During round two, Matthew did something unexpected. He pulled the condom off and guided Jose’s massive cock back inside of him. Jose was shocked but didn’t refuse. It felt too good and he started thrusting harder and faster. Matthew's eyes were filled with tears, but he deliberately encouraged his Latin lover to continue. Maybe his pain would go away if Jose was rough with him.
"Fuck me like you fucked Alex. I wanna be with him now …."
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To be continued.
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