Date: Tue, 4 May 2010 22:23:40 +0200
From: Egan e2 <egan44@gmail.com>
Subject: My Night With Joe - Part 5: ThreeWhat!

Hello again!

This is the fifth installment in the series "My Night with Joe" called
"Three-What!".

IMPORTANT: The story parts are in chronological order, so I suggest that
you read the first 4 in the series before jumping into this one (Just
search for "My Night with Joe"). You will enjoy this part 5 a lot more if
you know all the (hot, sexy) history of how it started between Joe and I.

Please drop me an email (egan44@gmail.com) with comments and let me know
what you think.  They will be greatly appreciated. I try respond to every
email. This is an erotic gay story about two guys and involves themes of a
sexual nature, so if that offends you or you are not old enough to read
this, then hit the "back" button and please leave now!

This story is loosely based on some of my real life experiences with Joe and
others
(with some fiction added for dramatical purposes)
Names and places changed, of course.

Enjoy!

Egan Sheridan

***

My Night with Joe Part 5 - "Three-What!"

Just one week after my girlfriend arrived back from her trip and me fetching
her from the airport, I was back there again, but this time was for a very
different reason. A much sadder event.

After seeing my best friend, and lover, Joe off at the airport and watching
his plane take off and disappear into the clouds, I felt that I was in
denial. He would be back, I thought. Surely he would not like the new city.
After all, he was not one for the hectic, big city life.

But after almost 2 months of him being away, I started to realize that he
might not be coming back. He was so entrenched in getting the new office up
and running successfully, that he seemed to not have time to worry about him
not liking the place. In fact, it seemed to be the opposite. Joe seemed to
be loving the new challenge and lifestyle there.He had bought a small 2
bedroom apartment. Yes bought! I was kinda upset with that, as it simply
seemed too permanent, but I never said anything to him due to the fact that
on the other hand, I was happy if he was happy.  He called me on the phone
quite often and I did the same with him. We chatted for ages every time, but
as we all know, "Long distance relationships" rarely last. Not that this was
even one. It just kinda seemed that way to me. Damn! Joe eluded to that too,
as he sometimes spoke like we were a couple and that he missed me a lot. We
both knew it was not like that really, although we would have loved it to be
so. What was this anyway? I was going crazy not knowing what the hell was
happening with my life! Things were so right, yet they were so damn wrong. I
did not have an answer yet to my hundreds of unanswered questions running
around in my head. If in a way I thought this was some kind of weird long
distance relationship,  the following week, I was given the answer in no
uncertain terms while I was leaving the gym and walking back to my car all
sweaty and out of breath. My phone rang in my kit bag. After digging around
looking for it, I answered: "Hello"

"Dude! How you doing", said Joe excitedly

"Heeey Joe!" I said, happy to hear his voice "Just came out of the gym. How
you doing buddy?"

"Awesome man. I have some great news, and I wanted you to be the first to
know!"

"What?"

"I finally came out to my work colleagues here!" he exclaimed

"WHAT!" I shouted nervously smiling

"Yep, I have officially taken the step! And boy, does it feel good! What a
load off my shoulders!"

"Damn dude! Well, I suppose congrats are in order then... CONGRATS!"

"Thanks man, I can't actually believe it, to be totally honest"

"And? How did they take it" I asked curiously

"Not bad at all. All quite supportive to be honest. Ronald was a little
shocked, but said he would get over it", he said laughing.

I chuckled back: "Damn, thats great news, buddy. I really am happy for you".

"Thanks dude. Now I can officially go to gay clubs without feeling like I am
going to be outed! Might actually have a chance at finding a boyfriend
proper now haha" he laughed.

My heart dropped, I stopped dead in my tracks, I went cold and felt instant
betrayal. After a pause, I dropped my kit bag onto the pavement and softly
mumbled: "great", more to myself than to Joe, I think.

Unfortunately, he picked up on it, realized what he had just said and
instantly changed his tone, jumping in: "Not that I meant what we have is
bad. On the contrary! I just... I mean... I... I am just so happy about
coming out that... that just jumped out... I'm sorry Jason" he said softly,
sounding totally down now.

He used my first name... for the first time in ages. By him doing that, I
realized how truly sorry he actually was for saying that. The only time we
ever used first names with each other was when we were absolutely pissed
off, or totally serious (Kinda like a married couple, now that I think of
it). This was the latter. He felt bad! Really bad! And me. Well... I
instantly realized that I felt like an absolute fucking asshole for taking
his joyous moment, fucking it up and making it all about me. One of the
defining moments of his life, his "coming out to the world" (OK, it was only
eight of his work mates, but still), and I bring him down like a tossed
pancake missing the pan and splatting onto the floor. What a dick!

"No Joe. I am sorry. I am such an asshole for making you feel even a little
bad for saying that. Fuck, I am such a selfish dickhead for thinking... I
don't even know what I was thinking. I am sorry for fucking up this great
moment for you. I mean, I have a chick. I can't keep you hanging like this.
I really am happy for you, seriously Joe, seriously" I was, but just felt a
little confused and saddened. Selfish or not, I couldn't control my
feelings.

"I know how you must feel. I love you, you know that" he said sincerely.

"I know. I love you too. And always will. No matter what happens. Seriously
Joe, if you find that Mr. Right, you grab him with both hands and don't let
go. I will be happy for you if you find him, I swear. You deserve it" What
an asshole for lying, Jason! He is YOUR Mr. Right! What the hell are you
doing!? But he did deserve to be happy, that was for sure. I would have to
get over it if he found that guy.

"You're still my man", he said in a sweet way.

"And you're mine" I said, smiling slightly, on the outside only.

"I'm sorry dude, but I have to run. Lunch hour is over. Chat later?"

"Yeah, no probs. Chat later. And congratulations again. That took guts"

"Thanks buddy. Cheers"

"Cheers" I said softly.

I dropped depressingly onto the side of the pavement and sat hunched over in
the shallow gutter, staring at the phone for a second. The world around me
seemed distant. I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under my feet.
Like I had just been punched in the gut. What did this mean? The rush of
emotions were overwhelming. I felt sad, angry, tired, confused, betrayed,
selfish, happy (for Joe)... All at the exact same time. Was I even happy for
him? Fuck knows... I certainly didn't. "How was I even supposed to feel? Was
this the start of me losing him for good? It certainly felt like it. How can
you even say that! You don't even have him now anyway! He is in a different
city. And you are in a relationship with a woman!" Without realizing, a tear
dropped from my left eye and landed on my sneaker. At first I thought it was
sweat from my brow. But it wasn't. It was a tear. The second one confirmed
it. "You are crying! You never cry! How fucken gay is THAT, you stupid
asshole" I thought aggressively to myself, as I jumped up, grabbed the kit
bag, walked with purpose to my car and threw the bag into the backseat. As I
drove off to be with my girlfriend, I realized I was angry with myself, not
with Joe. Somewhere inside, I was actually happy for Joe. I just couldn't
pinpoint where exactly at the time.

---

"What's up babes?" said Rebeca, awaking me from my trance on the couch,
while she was making some food in the open plan kitchen

"HUH?" I explained

"What's up with you lately?"

"What you mean?" I said, knowing exactly what she meant

"You are so distant these days. And I just don't know what to do about it"

"Am I?"

"Oh please. You know what I am talking about! We never talk anymore and you
are always in your own world"

That was not entirely true. I was in Joe's world actually.

"And it is since Joe went away. I have seen a vast difference in you. What
is it?"

Damn, it was true. Women DID have some kind of sixth sense. That was freaky!

"Not just since he left!" I exclaimed in my defense

"Yeah, whatever babes" she chirped back

I stared at her as she carried on with what she was busy with. Was it THAT
noticeable? Damn, Joe's leaving must have affected me more than I ever knew.

"I don't know, Becs. Just something is missing, and I don't know what it is"

"I do" she calmly remarked

"Huh? What?" I nervously replied

"It is Joe"

Oh my God! She knew! Did she? How the fuck did she find out!? I sat forward,
as I felt hot rushes of blood running up from everywhere into my neck and
cheeks.

"Yeah, Joe. You guys have a kinda bro-mance going on. Always have. I saw
that the day I met you guys"

"Really?"

"Oh yes! And don't be shy! You're blushing! It is nothing to be shy about,
babes!" she chuckled, looking back at what she was doing and continued: "He
is a great friend to you. These days so many guys are metro-sexual, and a
bromance is nothing to be shy about. It is actually kinda cute. Especially
that you miss it now that he is gone"

Kinda cute! Yeah, right. I wonder if she would think it was so cute if she
found out it was a bromance with benefits and she had to replace Metro with
Homo! No, actually I didn't wonder... that was one question I knew the
answer to. She would freak out! I said nothing and sat back again.

"But regardless babes. You need to snap out of it now. It is getting worse!
And frankly, I am not enjoying spending time with you these days." she
commented, in an entirely different, more serious tone.

"Oh thanks", I grunted

"It's true. You need to decide where your mind is at. Is it with me, here,
or with Joe, all those miles away. Cause I am here Jason... I am right here.
And you don't seem to see that" she said emotionless.

There goes the first name again! This time from my other lover... Shit, love
is complicated! And why the fuck did I have to have feelings for both guys
and girls? Stop feeling sorry for yourself asshole! She is right. It was
true. It was also true we had problems. This was not something that was
going to go away, or be easily fixable.  I needed to make a decision. Sooner
rather than later. To be fair on Beca... and Joe... and me. That was going
to be a difficult one!

---

Four weeks later, Beca made the decision for me.

"Jason. I am leaving you" she coldly said at dinner.

I looked up at her, mouth full of food and stopped chewing: "hugghhh?"

"I'm leaving you. I can't take it anymore"

I half choked down the food in my mouth and stared at her as she got up and
took her plate to the sink: "What the fuck?"

"You are not the same anymore" she snared, back still to me as she stood
looking at the sink.

"Not the same! How dare you say that? Since our chat a while ago, I have
made an effort and chosen you!" I shouted back.

And I was telling the truth. I had made my decision, and it was her.
Regardless of the fact that the decision was based on wrong factors... It
was not because I loved her more than Joe. But rather that I felt bad for
her. I couldn't drop her and just walk out. And also, I didn't have a clue
how to tell her that it would have been because I had fallen in love with my
best friend, Joe. She wouldn't have understood. I had a good life with her.
Joe had left, she was here with me. I had gone through everything in my
mind, chosen her at the expense of my overall happiness. I truly had made a
commitment to make it work between us. Even at the expense of Joe. The
conversation between him and I was the worst I had ever had to have with
him. I asked him to please stop phoning me for a while. As I had to "work on
my relationship with Rebeca because it was a bit rocky". His response to me
still rang clear in my mind ("was this because of what I said, Jason? When I
told you I came out"). I had to explain to him that it had nothing to do
with that, but I still don't think he believed me. Fuck, why did I have to
be such an asshole to Joe that day? Back to Beca, you asshole, focus! How
the hell? After all that, she goes and does this to you!

"It is no use arguing about it Jason, I have made up my mind. I am leaving
you", she interrupted my thoughts

"No! No you are not! You are going to work on this relationship with me! I
made the choice! I chose you!" I said, standing up

"Well, I didn't chose you, Jay. I have met someone else...", she said,
turning around and staring right back at me

"No! You are... " and all the fight left me in an instant while my mind
suddenly and abruptly, in my angry state, finally processed what she had
just said. I stared at her, but said nothing. Emotions were running through
me like wild horses. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the anger
building up inside me. How could I be angry with her? Hadn't the same
happened with me? Regardless, I was angry with her... I was very angry with
her.

"Remember when I was at my mothers? I wasn't. I was with someone else." she
said, breaking our stare and looking to the floor. She let out a deep
breath, as if releasing a huge weight from her shoulders.

There was a long pause.

After that, I didn't care... "You bitch" was all I could calmly muster, as I
sat back down, staring at the hideously colored table cloth that she had
chosen out over a year ago. The one I had never liked, but didn't say
anything because she loved it so much.

"I'm sorry Jason", she whispered, as she slowly walked past me, putting her
hand on my shoulder while pausing for a second.

She fetched a few things from the room, took her keys and walked past me. As
she opened the front door, she paused: "I'll come back later in the week for
the rest of my things"

I said nothing, still sitting there, my back to her.

"Bye Jason" she said and I heard the door close.

After a pause, I shouted after her: "And don't forget to take this shit
table cloth when you come fetch the rest of your stuff!", while fiddling
with a loose unraveling thread from the corner of it.

I heard a car door close, start and drive off slowly.

A chapter of my life had just closed and driven off into the night. Unlike
before, not one tear fell from my left or right eye.

---

In the 2 days that followed, I missed Beca, I really did. But I became
strangely calm and relaxed about what had happened. She came around as she
said she would and fetched her things. Her new boyfriend sat in the car at
her request. I looked at him from across the street with my arms crossed,
but said nothing. He gave a half sheepish wave. Stupid asshole. Loser. I
returned the wave with a frozen glare... What else was I supposed to do?
Regardless of my feelings for Joe, Beca had hurt and betrayed me. I suppose
I did the same to her too, but luckily for me, I just didn't have to be the
one to break the news to her. I didn't know Loser at least, and that was
some consolation. Beca was in a hurry, as apparently they were catching a
plane later on that day back to his state. On her way out, she hugged me,
and I told her there was no hard feelings, and that I knew the relationship
was over a while ago already. And that if she hadn't broken it off, I
probably would have. I lied to make her feel better. I was just as much in
the wrong as her. So I did not want her to have to bear any feelings of
regret. Just like Joe, she also deserved to be happy. And that dumb looking
asshole sitting across the road was apparently the guy that would do that
for her. Oh well. Good for her. We agreed we would stay friends. She smiled
beautifully from ear to ear, as she always did when she was truly happy, and
gave me a kiss on my forehead. Friends forever after the breakup? We both
knew it was true. That was one more question that I now knew the answer to.
As they drove off, she waved wildly out the passenger window. Dumb asshole
gave a second sheepish wave out the driver's side. I shook my head at him,
unable to stop a small smile. Loser. I sincerely waved goodbye to her.
Goodbye Beca. I'll miss you.

As I walked back into the house, the small smile broke out into a full one,
as I looked at the hideous table cloth that I had just asked her to please
leave behind.

---

The week that followed was a strange one. I felt free and at peace, but
instead of calling Joe to let him know that Rebeca had left me, I did
nothing but think about doing so. I didn't know what the next step should
be. I felt bad for Joe and desperately wanted to call him. But then again I
didn't. What if he thought that I was only interested in his company again
now that Beca had left me. Maybe that was true. What if he was pissed off
with me now? All the questions of doubt ran around in my head. That Friday
afternoon, I decided that I would not call him. Instead, I bought a plane
ticket. That's right. I would surprise him with a visit to show him how much
I cared. We could chat about everything for the whole weekend and discuss
our feelings. And hopefully have tons and tons of extremely hot sex with Joe
too. Just being honest. Shit, I was horny! Since Rebeca came home from her
"mother's", she was never in the mood to do anything. Always had a headache.
At least Joe never seemed to have any of those. And once we straightened out
the shit that had happened between us since that day he came out, there
would be plenty hot sex. I knew that for sure. I felt horny the entire plane
trip.

Arriving at Joe's apartment complex, I paid the taxi driver and walked
swiftly up the steps to the third and top floor, rechecking the number on
the paper I had previously scribbled his address down and reached the door
with a number "7" on it. I looked around and was quite impressed with what
Joe could afford. This place was smart. At least it looked like it from the
outside anyway.

DING DONG! Rang the doorbell.

I heard some movement inside and suddenly the door opened. My smile suddenly
dropped as a young handsome looking jock type guy opened the door and
cheerily said: "Hi! Can I help you?"

"Ummm", I looked down at the paper to recheck the number. Definitely 7...
"Is this where Joe stays?", I asked slightly confused.

"Yeah... You know Joe! Come in. Hi, I am Bradley... You can call me Brad.
Everyone does" he chuckled as he grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously,
and then led me into the posh looking open plan lounge area "And you are?",
he asked.

"Oh, excuse me. I'm Jason"

"Ahhh! The famous Jason! I have heard all about you, my friend!" he said
excitedly, as he walked over to the fridge and opened it: "Get you a beer?"

I nodded, still with my kit bag on my shoulder: "You have?"

"Oh yes! HAHAHA... JOE! Someone here to see you!" Brad shouted, as he tossed
me a beer.

"You work with Joe?" I said, as I caught the beer, dropping my kit bag in
the process.

"No, no", said the excitable character in front of me as he hopped over the
kitchen counter, as I opened and took a sip of the beer "Joe and I are
lovers... and roommates!" He punched me lightly on the shoulder and hopped
over the couch and into it, as I spat out some of the beer in surprise to
his comment. "HAHAHA... Take a seat!" He gestured happily, patting the
leather couch seat next to him. I just stared at him in shock!

"What did you just say?" I choked out over the last bit of beer I had not
managed to swallow just a second ago.

"Don't stress dude... It's just sex!" he smiled

Just then, Joe walked into the lounge, still wet from a shower, beginning to
wrap a towel around his waist. As he saw me, he went pale and dropped the
towel in surprise, staring back at me in total shock.

"Hey Joe! Jason is here to see you" he smiled as we just stared at each
other for what felt like eternity, but must have been mere seconds "I see
what you mean. Jason is extremely sexy. And I couldn't have asked for a
better entrance from you, Joe!" he laughed "Fuck, it makes me hard just
looking at you two! Maybe later we can have a threesome!"

How inappropriate was this kid!? "A three-what!?", I remarked shocked, as
Joe and I simultaneously broke our stare and looked at the naughty looking
jock sitting on the couch, apparently loving every moment of this reunion.

Joe leaned down and picked up his towel and started to wrap it around his
sexy waist. As he walked over to me, he glanced at Brad: "BRAD! Shut the
fuck up man! Jesus!"

As he got to me, he put his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Still in
shock, I hugged him with my only free arm, as I held the beer in my right,
and started to smile.
I did not know what to expect by coming here, and had run almost every
possible situation over and over in my mind. Every one, but this. Hugging
Joe still felt great though.

Joe broke the hug and held me at arms length, looking me up and down as he
smiled: "Sorry about making you all wet... but, DUDE! You look good! Fucking
welcome to my castle! Jeez! What an awesome surprise this is! What the fuck
are you doing here?"

Speechless, I stood looking at Joe, with a wet left arm and front, from
Joe's still wet body, a cold beer in my right had, and a half stupid smile
on my face.

"Well?" he urged

"I thought I'd surprise you with a visit", I murmured back, not knowing what
to think or do.

After a small pause, Joe shouted, looking genuinely happy: "Fuck YEAH!"

"Aawwe... What a cute reunion" chuckled Brad, staring at us from the couch,
obviously enjoying this to the max.

"Brad! Again! Shut the fuck up!" said Joe, ushering me around the main couch
into the lounge "You have obviously met Brad. Brad, This is Jason"

"Oh yes!" shouted Brad "We certainly have met... What a catch! I'm impressed
Joe!"

Joe rolled his eyes and gestured that I take a seat: "Guys, I'll be back
right now.. Just wanna go put some clothes on quick... Fucking awesome that
you are here dude!" he said as he quickly trotted out of the room into the
open door just across from us.

Brad stared at me with a huge grin on his face and took another few gulps of
his beer.

"Well, shit. That went slightly differently to how I expected it to go", I
stated. More to myself than to Brad.

Brad laughed and jumped up: "Another beer?"

"No... Thanks... I haven't even started on this one yet..."

"Cool" he said, reaching the fridge. He continued in a playful tone: "But
seriously dude, you must consider a threesome later with us later. It'll be
fucking hot!"

>From the room, Joe shouted: "BRAD!!!"

"Sorry honey!" laughed Brad as he jumped over the couch again and started to
open his beer.

I looked at my open beer for a second, smiled at everything I had just seen
and heard, shrugged my shoulders and took a few gulps of the beer.
It was awesome to see Joe again, but I couldn't help but think what the hell
had I gotten myself into this time. I looked at the sexy, grinning guy
staring at me and decided I would worry about it once I had finished this
beer and raised the can to my lips.

To be continued...

***
End of the Part 5, "Three-What!".

Look out for Part 6 coming soon: "Weekend Wonders"

***
As always, thanks for reading, and please comment (egan44@gmail.com), as I
would like what you guys think of this chapter and story so far.
For those that have been patiently waiting for so long for Part 5, so sorry
for keeping you in the dark for so long. Hope you enjoyed it.
I have already started writing Part 6, so please look out for it. It is a
HOT, steamy installment, and definitely not to be missed
(We are LONG overdue for some hot, steamy sex, don't you think? After two
chapters of drama. But I hope these chapters add to the full experience)
I was hoping part five would have some sex, but the story needed some
fleshing out first (Excuse the pun). :-)

Feedback always welcome! Thank you all so much for the huge amount of
feedback so far. It is very much appreciated
and very inspiring! Thank you to all my friends! You know who you are.

And thanks for reading!

Until the next installment, Peace!
Egan Sheridan