Date: Tue, 22 May 2012 12:53:00 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Rick's Diary Part 18 - The Fallout

The Fallout

When I went back to my room, Mike wasn't there. For the next
three days, I didn't see him at all: not in our room, not even
in football practice. Football was his life and it's really
uncharacteristic of him to miss practice without reason. Well,
I know the reason: he was pissed at me and didn't want to see
me or Ben. He probably hated me, and I couldn't blame him.

I don't know how he did it, but for three days he didn't come
back to our room, not even to get something. Later I learned
that he missed all classes on those days. He simply
disappeared. I was starting to worry about him and even
thought about making a police report when he appeared outside
our room, disheveled and clearly drunk. He looked so miserable
and I felt so sorry for him. He was stumbling so I supported
him and pulled him in. It wasn't easy because he was so much
heavier than me. I helped him sit down on his bed.

"What happened to you? You look terrible!" He just looked at
me, stoned. He smelled like a street bum. He looked like he
hadn't wash in three days.

"Rick, are you my bro?" He said in his drunken voice.

"Of course I am, Mike!"

"Then why did you do this to me?" His eyes were red and full
of sadness.

"I... I don't know. It just happened." I didn't know how to
respond.

"You know I love her! She's my first real girlfriend!" His
eyes were watery. I wanted to hug him but I couldn't make
myself do it.

"I know, I know... but... she wasn't into an exclusive
relationship, remember? We talked about this."

"I knew from the start. I don't mind her fucking other guys.
But... but you arranged for her to fuck Ben and you kept me in
the dark. Why? Why must you do this?"

"You know the first time she came to the dorm, right? She was
looking for Ben, and only came to our room because Ben wasn't
in."

"Yes, but... we had a thing going! We were in love!"

"But she still wanted to get together with Ben and I. That was
her original intention."

"You two can have any girl you want, why must you fuck with
Daisy?!" He was raising his voice, getting angrier by the
second.

"We have been having threesomes with Daisy since high school!
You want us to stop just because you love her?" He was so red
in the face he looked like he could explode any second.

"We... we love each other!"

"No, you love her. She loves to fuck." He stood up, towering
over me. His face was red, his eyes were bursting with flame,
his body was trembling and he raised his fist, shaking, trying
to control himself. It's going to hurt, I thought. If this
giant were to punch me, I'm going to be out cold. I braced
myself.

"You... you don't know how much she means to me and you just
messed with it like it's nothing!" He was yelling so loudly. I
softened. I thought about how hopeless and desperate he was
when he was stuck with Becky the blow-up doll, thinking he
could never get a girlfriend. When I brought Daisy into his
life, he was like a new man. Surely Daisy is more important to
her than I can ever imagine. And I've hurt him deeply. I
sighed.

"I'm sorry I arranged for the threesomes. I'm sorry I kept you
in the dark. But you must also realize that this relationship
was never going in the direction you hoped. She was never
going to be your girlfriend. You were always going to be just
one of the guys she fucked. That is not my fault and you are
not blaming it on me."

Mike relented. He sat on his bed, like a balloon losing air.
He held his head in his hands and quietly sobbed. I felt so
bad for him; he really loved her. Daisy was her first love. I
sat next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. It took a
while for him to calm down.

"Come on, I'll fix you up." I said gently while helping him
up. I brought him to the bathroom and turned on the
showerhead. I helped him take off his clothes and set them
aside. He just let me do whatever to him; he was soulless. I
brought him inside the shower and scrubbed him. I washed his
hair and cleaned every part of his body and then I dried him
with a towel. I helped him out again, lay him down on his bed
and covered him up with a blanket. I've never seen him so
depressed before, not even when I first met him. I wondered if
I've done him a favor or damaged him more by introducing him
to Daisy.

For the next few days, he just sulked in his room. He didn't
want to eat or go to class. He didn't do anything except
sleeping all day. I felt terrible. I tried to look after him
the best I could, but I couldn't bear to see him like that. I
told Daisy about it, but she didn't seem to care.

"Well, I already told him I like to play around, and he's ok
with it."

"But he really loves you though." She looked at me as though I
said something stupid.

"Guys just love to fuck. They say they love you to get laid.
It's always like that."

"Not for Mike. He's already having sex with you but he still
wants a relationship."

"No, he wants me all to himself. He wants to own me." I looked
at her and knew it was pointless. It's not going to work.

"Will you at least go see him and say something nice? He's not
been eating or going to class for days. He's really
depressed." Daisy shook her head.

"What do you want me to say? That I love him too?"

I stared at her for a second. "Well, never mind. Just let him
rot, huh?" I turned and walked away. At that moment, I hated
her. She was thinking too much like guys: all sex, no emotion.
She was fun to be with, but she can be so heartless when she
gets through with you. I went straight to my room. Mike was
still sulking on his bed.

"Hey, Mike, you've been like this for days. How about we go
out and grab something to eat?" He did not respond, but he
shifted, so I knew he could hear me.

"How about we go to the video store and see if Dorm Room
Gangbang 13 is out?" He was silent. I sat on his bed and put
my hand on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone!" He yelled and turned his body further away
from me. I was at a loss. I hated seeing him like this, and
even more that I could do nothing about it. I felt guilty and
responsible, but I also cared about him too much to leave him
like this. I had to do something.

I gently rubbed his shoulders and massaged his back. He pushed
me away, but I insisted. He gave me an angry look, as if
asking me "what do you want?" I just looked at him with
compassion and kept caressing him gently. When he saw my
expression, he backed down a little and just closed his eyes.
Deep inside, I knew he yearned for someone to love him. When
he thought Daisy was the one, he was ecstatic, but the more he
expected, the greater he fell. He must be feeling alone and
unloved. I wanted him to know that I was still there for him
and I cared. More than that, he was my bro, my Mikey bro. We
were more than just close friends. We have made love to each
other and we had a bond. Whether he admitted it or not, we
were close, probably the closest thing to love he has
experienced.

As I gently caressed his shoulders and back, he was still
facing away from me and didn't say a thing, but he wasn't
resisting. I could feel his muscles starting to relax so I
knew he was enjoying it. I took time massaging him, not really
trying to be sexual, but just to tell him I cared. He sighed
softly and stretched out on his bed. He was then lying on his
stomach, all spread out. He wanted me to go on. I gave him a
really good massage from head to toe. When I finished rubbing
his feet, he gently whispered, "Thank you. That feels really
good."

"You are welcome, my friend." I finished up and went back to
my bed.

He looked up at me, somewhat surprised and asked, "You are not
doing my front?"

"You want me to?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind." He slowly turned around. His cock
was rock hard and seriously tenting his shorts. I didn't strip
him while I massaged him. I didn't want to make it sexual but
apparently he responded that way. He closed his eyes and
covered his crotch as though he was embarrassed. I smiled. I
knew he wanted me to finish the job.

"Do you want to get out of these clothes?" He just raised his
arms and started taking off his t-shirt. I helped him get out
of his clothes, and soon his naked seven-and-a-half inch cock
was pointing straight at me. I wanted him to feel really good
to get him out of his depression, so I worked extra hard. I
massaged him lovingly from head to toe again, starting from
his face down to his neck, chest, stomach and legs. By the
time I finished, his cock was seriously leaking precum. I took
his precum and spread it all around his cock head, rubbing it
in a circular motion. I knew that was his favorite way of
being rubbed. Sure enough, he moaned loudly. I proceeded to
rub him up and down, using slow, gentle strokes. I wanted to
make love to him, not just get him off. He caught on to what I
was doing and he tried his best to adjust to my pace. He
always rushes when he jerks off, so it's hard for him to go
slow. He was taking deep breaths and trying hard to relax
himself while I jerked him slowly. He was looking at me
lustfully.

I started building an orgasm for him, edging and coming back
down when I thought he was near. He was panting heavily and
squirming around. He has never edged before, and it was
driving him nuts. He was expecting me to finish him off but I
just stopped and waited for him to come down before starting
again. He so wanted to jerk himself, but I slapped his hands
away. He was breathing so heavily and his body was trembling
after a few times. He was so worked up, yet frustrated that I
didn't let him cum. Finally, he couldn't stand it.

"Please, just let me cum!" He was pleading with his voice as
well as his eyes.

"Ok. How do you want me to finish you off? With my hand or
mouth?" His eyes sparkled. He thought about the possibilities.

"Can I cum in your ass?" He looked at me, full of
expectations. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I stripped,
went of all fours and presented him my ass. He was so slick
with precum that he didn't need lube.

"Thanks Rick. I really appreciate this." He mumbled as he sat
up and pushed his cock in my ass. I missed having his cock in
me. It has been weeks, even months since he last fucked me,
and it felt so good. I couldn't help but moaned loudly.

Mike was grunting as he thrust in and out of me. He didn't
just want to cum in my ass; he wanted to fuck me. And he
fucked me hard. I have edged him for at least thirty minutes
and he was wild with lust. He fucked me so hard, harder than
ever before. He pounded my ass like it existed for his
pleasure, but he was so close to begin with he didn't last
long. He grabbed my waist, pulled me close to him, and
unleashed a huge load in my ass, the biggest ever. He has been
sulking for days without jerking off, so he must have saved up
a lot of cum. He kept pumping and pumping in me, holding onto
me tightly. He leaned forward and pressed his body against
mine. I could feel his chest hair on my back and his breath on
my neck. His grunts and moans were inches from my ears and it
was so hot, so much so that I started cumming without even
touching my cock. His left hand reached around and held my
chest tightly, while his right hand reached forward and
grabbed my cock, jerking it wildly, milking every drop out of
me. We were both panting and moaning as we shot our loads
together.

It seemed to last forever. Part of it was because he had so
much cum to shoot, but another was because the orgasm was so
mind blowing it made a lasting impact on me. It was not only a
wild fuck, it was emotional. There was a connection. He was
still holding on to me tightly, long after our orgasms have
subsided. I could still feel his breaths on my neck, his arm
across my chest holding me tightly, his cock deflating in my
ass, still leaking the last drop of cum. Some was leaking from
my hole onto the bed sheet, but we didn't care. We just stayed
in that position forever. I could feel his breathing slowly
went back to normal. By then, my orgasm was over, but he was
not letting me go. I didn't mind because I enjoyed his body
close to mine. His masculine, giant body pressing against me,
overpowering me and holding on to me like I was the dearest
thing to him. His right hand was still pumping my cock slowly,
even though I was milked dry. He just didn't want to let go.

"Mike?" I asked gently when I felt that enough time has
passed.

"I love you, Rick." He said so softly that I barely heard him,
but my entire body shook and he felt it. I was so shocked. He
loved me? Like a bro or a lover? Isn't he straight?

He pressed his body against me further and I collapsed on the
bed with him still inside me. He was on top of me, his arm
still around my chest; his hand still on my cock. His entire
body weight was on me and I couldn't move. His head pressed
against my neck and I wasn't sure if he planted a kiss on me,
or his lips just pressed against it. Once again, I drifted to
sleep in his lovely embrace, under his huge, warm body, while
listening to his light snoring. I felt so secure, so warm, so...
loved. Something I didn't feel when I was with Ben.