Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 17:42:54 -0500
From: Writer Boy <writerboy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: jc's hitchhiker - part 65

Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:

1) If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or
you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You
shouldn't be here.

2) I don't know any of the celebrities in this story, and this story in no
way is meant to imply anything about their sexualities, personalities, or
anything else.  This is a work of pure fiction.

Questions and commentary can be sent to "writerboy69@hotmail.com". I've
enjoyed hearing from all of you.

Before I get back to the story, I'd like to apologize for my mini-tantrum
at the beginning of the last installment. I stand by my feelings, but the
way I said it was a little childish (or even maybe a lot) and
unprofessional. I'm not saying I only want positive feedback, or that the
current season is without faults, but if you're going to write to me about
it, please judge the story on its own merits or lack thereof, and not
simply because it's not the story you wish I was telling.

That said, back to the show.

***Justin***

"So," Nick began, sipping at his beer. It was good beer, some sort of
microbrew, and I was sipping mine slowly as Nick and I stared across the
room at each other.  "What happened to your face?"

That Nick, so tactful. Actually, he probably didn't mean anything by asking
it that way.  He was just a little more sloshed than I was, but that wasn't
really a problem for me. It had certainly made for an entertaining ride
home, though, as we sped through the streets with Nick at the wheel, and I
waited to see if we'd get pulled over. I called from my cell phone to have
someone pick up my car at the club and drop it off at my house, and then I
turned to phone off. I didn't want to hear from anyone, not right now. I
wondered absently which group the bad press from a DWI would affect more,
Nick's for having a drunk driver among their members or mine for being a
passenger with someone who was clearly not in any condition to safely
operate a vehicle. Luckily we didn't get pulled over, so we'd never know.

Nick kept up a steady stream of meaningless chatter all the way to his
house, not really nervous babble, but more of the overexcited kind. I
wondered if he was always this hyper, and figured he just needed something
in his mouth to shut him up for a while. I'd have to see what I could do
about that, figuring that it was going to be a rather fulfilling night for
us both. He talked about what his group had been up to, and how surprised
they had been to see Howie and Lance as a couple, and how hot some of the
chicks at the club had been, and how bored he'd been lately, and apparently
everything else that popped into his head. I smiled listening to him, and
wanted to tell him not to try so hard. After all, I was a sure thing, even
if he didn't know it yet.

When we got to his house, it was nice, as all of our houses tended to be,
and he took me on a quick tour of the downstairs, which ended in what he
called the Rec Room. It was a large space, the walls painted in dark
colors, and was set up to look almost like a club of his own. There was a
large television in a dark entertainment center that, I presumed, held
other electronics as well. On the side there was a large jukebox, which
Nick set for automatic play when we walked in with a remote control, and
across from it was a pool table, lit from above with hanging lights. There
were a lot of overstuffed black leather couches, subtle blue neon lighting
along the walls, and a well stocked bar curving around part of the room.

I sat on one of the bar stools, leaning back, one of my legs casually
hanging down, while the other was folded up onto the footrest, my bulging
thigh stretching the leg of my pants tightly. I looked casual and uncaring
as I leaned back on the bar, holding my beer, but knew that my shirt was
pulled tightly across my chest, and I could tell from the view that Nick
liked what I was showing so far. He was sitting in one of his couches,
across from me, his legs flung open to show his basket as he scratched
lightly at his stomach, his posture looking as casually innocent and
unplanned as mine.

"The stitches?" I asked, sipping again, watching him watch me. "Got in a
fight."

"Lover's quarrel?" Nick asked, grinning.

"I wish," I answered, sighing. "No love for me since Brit left,
unfortunately."

"That's a shame," Nick said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I'm hoping to solve that problem some time soon," I said, sipping my
beer again.  I wasn't even a third of the way through the bottle yet, but
Nick was drinking his pretty quickly. I needed to get moving before the
poor boy was too drunk to do anything for me.  "So, Nick, was there
anything in particular you wanted to talk about?"

"I don't know," he answered, shrugging. His eyes were pretty blue, and he
was tanned and looked pretty well built. Yeah, he'd do. "What do you want
to talk about?"

"Well, we could talk about you looking at me," I began, leaning back again,
locking my eyes with his, which widened in surprise. "I mean, you've been
staring at me since we walked through the door. Did you see something you
liked, Nicky?"

He didn't answer, but started swallowing his beer pretty quickly as his
bulging eyes followed my hand to the top button of my shirt. Deftly, one
handed, I undid the buttons of my shirt quickly, and let half of it drop
open. I wasn't wearing an undershirt, and I watched his eyes crawl
appreciatively over the half of my abs and the rise of my pec. He licked
his lips, grinning slightly, as I slid my palm quickly over my nipple,
making sure my headlights were on, before I returned my elbow to the bar,
leaning back again, pulling the exposed half of my torso tight.

"How about now, Nicky?" I asked, grinning at him. I casually sipped my
beer, and then let the bottle drop down to the level of my crotch, just
above my cock, rather than returning it to the bar. Nick was starting to
look pretty hot and bothered, although it wasn't like I was being
subtle. "See anything you like now?"

"Maybe," he answered, finishing his beer, blinking at me. His face looked a
little flushed, and he had this dumb expression, like he couldn't believe
this. Had he really thought he was going to seduce me?

"Nicky, it looks like you finished your beer, there," I said, nodding
toward it. I tilted mine a little, watching his eyes drop down to the
bottle, and to my crotch, as the light caught the glass. "Want some of
mine?"

"Sure," he sighed, standing finally, walking toward me. The front of his
pants was tented out enticingly, and he was practically running across the
room toward me. I lifted the bottle, watching his eyes follow it.

"Come and get it," I purred, pouring a little beer over my chest.

"Oh, God," he sighed, leaning forward.

His tongue, thick and pink, stretched out, and began sliding up my chest in
long, wide strokes. Nick closed his eyes, licking my pec, and rasped his
tongue firmly over my nipple, moaning a little as I smiled down at
him. Nick's hands slid up my sides, brushing aside the other half of my
shirt, and I shrugged, letting it drop away to the floor. I chuckled, and
poured the rest of the beer onto my torso, splashing a little into Nick's
hair and onto his face, but he just groaned and kept licking up and down my
chest, sucking at my nipples, biting a little at my pecs. I casually tossed
the bottle onto the bar, and heard it roll off of the other side and
break. Nick didn't seem to notice at all.

Sliding my hands up, I laced my fingers through Nick's hair, getting a good
grip on his head, as he dropped to his knees. He groaned again, nuzzling
against my hands for a second, not opening his eyes, before he resumed
licking my chest. Now that I had him though, had him by the mouth and the
hair, it was time to take charge. I began to drag Nick's head back and
forth, not pulling hard, but he submitted to the pressure, licking away
wherever I pulled him.

"You like that, don't you, Nick?" I asked, purring, keeping my voice low.
Whatever his intentions had been when he brought me home with him, the boy
was mine now, he was hooked. Knowing that, I was hard. I tugged Nick's head
over. "Here, why don't you work on my nipple, ok?"

Nick groaned his acceptance, licking and sucking at my nipple, chewing on
it. Smiling, I pulled his head over to the other one and pressed his face
down, letting him know what he was supposed to do. Not opening his eyes,
his face flushed and coated with a light sheen of sweat, Nick folded his
rosy lips over my hard, pink nipple, and went back to work. He sucked and
bit and kissed, rolled his tongue around and over my nipple, and then I
pulled him back to the other one, feeling him leave a wet trail across the
center of my chest, over and over, as I dragged him back and forth. I began
tugging his head a little lower on each pass, until finally I had his face
against my abs. He pressed his mouth to my navel, dipping his tongue in,
running it in a circle around it, tracing my happy trail as he washed back
and forth over my abs, which I crunched for him as he mouthed them.
Sighing, I tightened my grip on his hair, and pulled his head back, all the
way back, so that he was staring up at me, past the wet curves of my chest
to my face, with his mouth open.

"Are you enjoying that, Nicky?" I asked, smiling down at him. He stared up
at me, his face smeared with spit where he'd drug it across my body.

"Hell yes," he panted, his mouth hanging open vacantly as he looked at me,
his face clouded with lust.

"Me too," I said, not letting go of his head. "You're really good at this,
Nicky. You've got a hot little mouth on you. You know what I'd really like
for you to do with it? Do you, Nicky?"

"Yeah," he panted, his voice strained. Oh yeah, he wanted it.

"Why don't you get my cock out, then, and get to work?" I asked, smiling.

It wasn't really a question, and he knew it. While I kept hold of his head,
fingers gripping his hair, my arms locked just enough to keep him down on
the floor, Nick's hands slid up my legs to my waist, crawling across it
like spiders as he undid my belt, sliding it through the loops and tossing
it to the floor. He undid the button and unzipped my fly, and tugged my
pants down, leaving me standing above him in my plain white briefs, my
tanned muscles contrasting with the tightie whities. Nick lunged forward
and brought his mouth to my throbbing cock, gnawing at it through the
briefs, pressing his lips over it, forcing spit through the cotton. Oh,
yeah, he'd been around this block a few times before.

"Oh, Nick, that's nice," I sighed, starting to lose myself in the feelings
radiating up from my hard prick.

He continued wetly mouthing my cock through the thin cotton, soaking it
with spit from his side as I soaked it with precum from the inside, until
my wide pink cockhead was plainly visible through the fabric. Nick's hands
slid up my legs again, this time caressing my bare thighs, rubbing at them,
brushing over the hair there, and he grabbed the top of my briefs, pulling
them down and away from my cock as he slid them over my ass as well. My
dick sprang out, hard and ready, chilled a little by the air as it hung,
covered in spit, before Nick's face. I pulled on his hair again, thankful
he kept it so long, tilting his head back.

"Stick out your tongue," I whispered, staring down at him.

Nick's wide blue eyes stared up at me, expressionlessly blank, as his jaw
dropped open even further, and he stuck his tongue out like a patient in
the doctor's office. He groaned with lust as I began to rub the bottom of
my cock back and forth over it, teasing him with just the head before
sliding my whole shaft up and down it. Each time I pulled back the end of
his tongue lifted up, reaching for my dripping prick. This was what I
wanted, what I had been seeking when I left the house. He was on his knees,
in my grip, and had completely abandoned himself to me. I could do anything
I wanted to him, anything at all, and he'd like it. The thought was so hot
I almost blew my wad right there, all over his face like a messy porno, but
I wanted a little more action first.

"Open up, Nicky," I said, pulling my hips back a little. "I got something
for you."

He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, letting his jaw drop open, and I
pushed the head of my cock past his lips. Pulling his head forward, I slid
in, watching his mouth stretch, watching his eyes slide closed, as my shaft
pumped all the way into his mouth. I pumped my hips as I continued to pull
him forward, feeling his tongue wash over my shaft, feeling it swirl around
the head, and finally I felt his nose collide with my pubic hair. His hands
were on my ass, cupping it, hanging on, and I had my cock all the way down
his throat. Resting for a minute, letting him get used to it, letting his
mouth stretch open a little, I looked at his closed eyes, at his smooth,
flushed face, and realized he liked it this way, liked being on his knees.

I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth, flexing my ass, pumping into
him as I pulled his head back and forth at the same time, feeling my cock
slide in and out of the warm tunnel of his mouth. Looking down at his
kneeling body, I realized that he was still completely dressed, while my
own clothes were all over the floor. I saw his knees planted on either side
of my foot, and I slid my leg forward until my shin pressed against his
hard cock. He groaned around mine, the vibration coursing though me, and I
began, ever so slowly, to rock my leg back and forth, pressing and
releasing. Almost immediately his hips began to move, pressing his cock up
and down my leg, humping it like a dog. I had done this to him, me, and it
was making me so fucking hot.

Nick as almost ready to go as well, I could see. His face, flushed, was
covered with sweat, and his moans around my dick were starting to sound a
little urgent as he continued grinding his cock against my leg. I felt
myself getting close, too, as he worked his skilled mouth over me, and his
hands gripped and kneaded my ass, and I watched him transformed into a
little pile of need at my feet. I continued rocking my leg back and forth,
helping get him off, as I jerked his head forward and back, my hips
slamming into his face as I fucked it with full out abandon.

"Nicky, take your cock out," I said, not missing a beat. "I want to see."

Without opening his eyes, Nick pulled one hand off of my ass and undid his
pants, working furiously to pull his cock out. It looked nice enough, big
enough to have some fun with, and redder than mine. As soon as he had it
out he began to stroke it, beating off feverishly as he gobbled me. That
was too hot for me, too much of a turn on, and I felt myself pulling up,
tensing, getting ready to shoot. Slamming my cock all the way into his
throat, I looked down at him, mouth stretched wide open, hand a blur on his
own cock.

"Nicky," I whispered. "Cum!"

His eyes popped open, and he yelped around my cock as his whole body
tensed, cum splattering out of his dick. At the same time, I threw my head
back, and shot down his throat, feeling it work around my dick as he
swallowed. When I was done, I pulled my cock out slowly, and finally let go
of his head as he sat, panting, on his knees at my feet.  He looked up at
me, blinking, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So, Nicky," I asked, looking down at him with a wide smile. "Was it good
for you?"

"Yeah," he answered, staring up at me.

"Me, too," I said, caressing the side of his face with my hand. "It's been
a long day, and I'm kind of tired. How about you finish the tour, and show
me the bedroom?"

"Sure," he answered, standing.

Nick took my hand and led me, fully dressed while I was stark naked,
through the rest of the house and up the stairs. His bedroom was all white,
even the silk sheets on the bed, and I slid onto the comforter and stared
up at him, knowing the contrast of my tanned body would be a turn on,
making sure that he could see everything from where he was standing. Nick
might have just cum, but I was just getting warmed up. My cock hung down
from my crotch, full, but not hard, and I saw him glance at it as I lay
there on my side, watching him. Nick began to slowly undress, staring down
at me, licking his lips, the same awed expression on his face as if he
still couldn't believe he had me in his bed. I watched as his chest slid
out from under his shirts, wider than mine, well built but not as
defined. He kicked off his pants and boxers, and stood at the side of the
bed, staring down at me. His cock was still rather full as well, but like
me some of the urgency had been taken off.

"Nicky," I began, holding out a hand to him. "Come to bed."

He slid into the bed, reaching for me, and I grabbed his shoulders, turning
him a little so that he was on his side, facing me. He stared at me, and
his eyes fluttered a little as he sighed softly when I ran my hand over his
side, up from his hip to his face, pulling his head toward mine. I brought
his lips to mine, and he sighed again, almost a whimper, as I kissed him
softly, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and catching it with my teeth
for a second. I was still running my hand lazily up and down his side,
feeling how warm and silky smooth his skin was, like velvet over marble,
but he hadn't moved yet.  I took his hand and put it in the middle of my
chest, watching his eyes pop open.

"It's ok, Nicky," I said, smiling. My voice was honey soft and sweet. "You
can touch me if you want. You can touch me anywhere."

He sighed again, another high pitched little whimpering sigh, as he
continued to kiss me, and ran his hands all over me. I could tell he was
getting worked up again, and so was I.

"You like me, don't you Nicky?" I asked, chewing on his ear. "I can tell."

"Yeah," he sighed, his voice high and breathy.

I began to slide down his neck to his chest.

"You have a fantastic body, Nick," I said, kissing softly, feather light,
toward his nipple.  His chest rose and fell beneath me, his skin smelling
faintly of some floral soap. I licked my tongue over his nipple, wetting
it, and then blew on it, watching him shiver as he let out another little
yelping sigh.

"Oh, God, Justin," he sighed, his hands still sliding over me.

"Is this what you wanted, Nicky?" I asked, nibbling my way back up his
neck.  I fastened onto a spot just above his collarbone, sucking hard. I
was gonna mark this boy. He was all mine. "Is this what you were thinking
about back at that club?"

"Oh, Justin," he panted, a hand on the back of my head, holding me to his
neck as I sucked and bit. "I never thought."

"Never thought what?" I whispered, sliding up his neck, kissing and
licking.

"I never thought you'd, you'd be like this," he sighed as my mouth closed
over his again.  I pushed my tongue inside for a second, penetrating him,
before pulling back and kissing along the side of his face. He didn't say
what exactly I was like, but I could tell. As big and bad as Nick was,
sometimes he liked to be the bitch. I was ok with that.  I liked to be in
charge.

"You like it, though, don't you?" I asked, kissing the side of his neck
near his ear as I brought my hands down to his ass, pulling myself closer,
letting him feel my whole body press front to front against his. My cock
was hard now, and it rubbed against his equally hard rod.

"Yeah," he sighed, groaning as I kneaded his ass, grinding his prick
against mine as I kissed at his neck.

"You know what I like, Nicky?" I asked, letting my fingers slide through
his ass crack as I continued to massage his cheeks.

"What?" he groaned, his hips moving toward mine now, pressing our cocks
together. Oh yeah, I was pushing all of his buttons, and my own as well.

"I like to fuck," I whispered, sliding my tongue up the curve of his ear as
I brushed my fingers over his asshole. His hips jerked back toward my hand
as his eyes popped open in front of mine.

"But, but," he began, eyes wide, sweat breaking out on his forehead. I kept
my finger pressed against his hole, not pushing in, just rolling it back
and forth, and kept grinding my cock into his.

"But what, Nicky?" I asked, kissing him again. His face was almost
panicked, but also flushed. He wanted it, you could tell. "You didn't think
you were going to fuck me, did you? Because I don't get fucked, Nicky."

I popped my finger inside him, pushing past the frantically clenching
muscle, and he groaned into my mouth. As I began to roll my finger in and
out, he moaned against me, high pitched, whining little boy moans. He might
say he didn't want it, but his cock was still throbbing, and he was
pressing his ass back against my invading finger.

"You know what, Nicky?" I asked, chewing on his jaw, pumping that finger in
and out, grinding my cock against his as they slid over each other in a sea
of leaking precum and sweat. "I think you get fucked, don't you?"

"Unh," he grunted in answer, a twisted half groan, half sigh.

"Do you want to get fucked, Nicky?" I asked, popping a second finger
in. "Do you?"

"Unh, Justin, ungh," he panted, twisting and writhing against me, his hips
jerking back and forth.

"Just say the word, Nicky," I whispered, my mouth right against his ear. My
own cock was steely hard again, watching his defenses break down, watching
his masks crumble beneath my probing hand. "Just say it."

"Justin," he sighed, his voice high and squeaky, his face tight.

"Say it, Nicky," I whispered, catching his earlobe in my teeth.

He grunted again, a loud, bellowing groan.

"Justin, fuck me!" he panted, throwing his head back. "Fuck me!"

"Love to," I said, grabbing his shoulder with my free hand.

I turned him roughly, pressing him face down into the bed, my hand sliding
over his sweaty back as I kept the other plunging in and out of his hole,
opening him up, stretching him out. Panting, moaning, and whimpering, his
eyes squeezed tightly closed, Nick lifted the front of his body up,
propping himself up on his elbows as he continued rolling his hips back
toward me. Leaning over him, I reached into his nightstand, knowing that
every guy keeps everything in the top drawer, and I retrieved a condom as
my knees pushed his legs apart, opening him up to me. Keeping my hand at
work, I slid a third finger into him as I rolled the condom down over my
dick, and then I pulled my hand away suddenly, and collapsed down onto his
beck, pressing myself to it, the head of my dick pushing against his
hole. My mouth was right up against his cheek, my breath hot on the side of
his face.

"You want it, Nicky?" I chanted, almost teasing. "You want it?"

"Yeah," he whimpered, face half tense but half relaxed. It was an
expression I love, that mix of pain, pleasure, defiance, and need. His hips
pressed back toward me, but I wasn't in yet. My head was poking at his
hole, almost there.

"Good," I sighed, tensing. "Here it is."

I flexed, pushing my head in, and then slammed all the way into him in one
long, fast stroke, until my pubes collided with his ass. He yelped in
surprise, his ass clenching around me, but he couldn't hold me out. He
jerked under me, his back pressing into my chest as if he was trying to get
away, but I had him by the shoulders. He wasn't going anywhere, and I
didn't really think he wanted to. Giving him a second to adjust, I paused,
looking down at his sweaty shoulders, at his tanned back, seeing his face
twist as he turned his head to the side, completely impaled beneath me.

He began to whimper, little high pitched sighs of pleasure, as I began to
slam in and out of him, thrusting hard, almost roughly, pressing him down
into the bed with my locked arms as I pounded my cock in and out of his
ass. Each time I slammed forward I could tell I was hitting his prostate,
and his whimpers would shriek up in pitch, so that they were almost
yelps. He writhed beneath me, raising himself on his hands, so that he
almost looked like he was about to start doing pushups, and used his arms
to throw himself back against me in time to my thrusts. I raked my hands up
and down his back, watching him toss his head from side to side as he
moaned and whimpered with pleasure.

"You like it, Nicky?" I asked, needing to hear it, needing to hear him say
it.

"Yes," he panted beneath me, fighting for air.

"You like having my big cock up inside you, Nicky?" I asked, grinning down
at him. "Is that what you like?"

"Yes, Justin," he panted, whimpering, his face tensing as I slammed home
again. "Yes.  Fuck me, Justin! Fuck me!"

Egged on by Nick's coaxing, I began to slam even harder into him, lunging
forward, pushing as far inside as I could while his tight, hot ass clenched
around me. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails whitening, as I
pounded into him, the bed shaking, headboard smacking into the wall. Sweat
dripped off of us both, running down my torso, streaking down Nick's
back. This was hot, and good, rough and kind of dirty.  Sex with Josh
wouldn't be like this, I thought suddenly. Sex with Josh would be slow, and
tender, loving, not this hot rutting like two animals on the silk sheets. I
didn't want to think about Josh. I was here to stop thinking about him,
damn it. I began to pound into Nick even more angrily, and I slapped his
ass with my hand, watching it turn red as he yelped beneath me.

I pulled out suddenly, watching his eyes pop open in surprise, his hips
sliding against mine as I missed the beat. Grabbing his shoulders, I rolled
him over onto his back, and he stared up at me as I grabbed his sweaty,
firm legs, pulling them up to my shoulders.

"I want to see your face," I growled, slamming my cock into him all the way
to the hilt, watching his eyes roll up in his head. I wanted to see Nick,
not Josh.

I pounded into him just as hard, his ankles at my shoulders, bending him in
half as I forced my way in. Beneath me his chest was also covered in
sweat. It was running in rivulets down his pecs, and over his abs, and his
nipples were hard, jutting points that I grabbed with both hands and
twisted, knowing it would hurt. He rewarded me with a loud groan of mixed
pain and pleasure, and his asshole clenched around me again, but I kept
thrusting in. Every time I hit bottom, my cock stabbing into his prostate,
I saw a little wave wash over Nick's face, a little tightening. He was
enjoying this as much as I was, but he wasn't going to last much longer if
the throbbing cock trapped between us, rubbing against my abs, was any
indication.

I dropped my hands down to it, touching him there for the first time all
night, and thought of how different it felt. Sure I hadn't felt many to
compare it to, and you'd think they'd all be more or less the same, but so
far there had been a different feeling to each, and I wondered if maybe it
was a mental thing. Nick's hands fastened down over my own, all four of
them now jerking his cock as he threw his head back and forth beneath me,
pressing it from side to side into the pillows, his sweaty face red and
straining, all the cords in his neck standing out. I let go of his cock,
letting his hands replace my own, and grabbed his face with both hands.

Leaning down, I jammed my tongue into his mouth, feeling the thrumming
vibration of his loud groan as I slammed forward, my whole body tightening
as I came again. I jerked twice in him, finishing up, and then felt warm
wetness splatter my chest and abs as he came again as well, panting and
sighing under me. I let his legs drop down, rolling off of him onto my
back, and looked around for something to take care of the condom with.
Nick leaned over and pulled the condom off, tossing it aside, and slid his
mouth down over my sticky cock, sucking me clean as I sighed with
pleasure. When he finished, taking a last couple of licks over the head, he
licked his way across my abdomen and up my chest, cleaning off all of his
own cum with his tongue. He had some on his own stomach as well, and I
scooped it off with my fingers, pressing them to his mouth as he sucked
them inside, rolling his tongue around them.

When he finished, he slid up alongside me, facing me again, and I leaned in
and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

"That was good, Nicky, really good," I sighed, grinning.

"You're fucking amazing," he panted, staring at me.

"Thanks," I said, reaching for the light. "Let's go to sleep."

Nick lay against me, his head on my chest, as I stared up at the ceiling,
absently stroking his hair. I felt satiated, satisfied, and relaxed, but
this hadn't been what I wanted after all, I realized. I couldn't go back to
the way I had been, couldn't just turn to sex for comfort anymore, because
I didn't feel fulfilled. I felt hollow inside, empty.

Nick was nice, and he was a hell of a good fuck, but he wasn't Josh.

***

Wow, remember when this story used to be full of hot sex? Happy Valentine's
Day.

To be continued.