Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 04:38:35 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Well that was unexpected chapter 32

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Written by David S
Edited by Russ J
E-mail justdave68@hotmail.co.uk

Well That Was Unexpected

By Dave S

Chapter 32

I woke up first, and the smell of coffee permeated the air, as well as the
smell of bacon. I looked over at Cal, and again that goofy smile he always
induced came to my face. I leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek.

"Good morning, babe," I said, and he smiled back at me.

"Love, something smells good. And I don't mean the bacon," he smiled and
returned the kiss.

`Knock, Knock.'

"Come in," I said, and Dale walked in, covering his eyes with his
hand. "Not disturbing, I hope," he laughed. "Dork," I replied. "Breakfast
is almost done guys, and the girls want to run. So hurry, okay?" he
added. "They are hoping to catch Zac running or something. Delusional
chicks," he said. Then, he turned and walked back out of our room. "Okay,
babe, you wanna see if we can entice Channing Tatum into a three-way?"
laughed Cal, hitting me with a pillow. "Five months ago I would have jumped
at that idea, but, babe, you are more than enough for me," I said, kissing
him once more. "Okay, shower, then eat," he responded.

We showered, dried each other and dressed for running before we headed
downstairs for a quick breakfast. "You are kidding right? He was so much
hotter in `Hairspray,' than `High School Musical'," proclaimed Laura. "Zac
Efron?" I asked, looking at Dale and Todd, not believing this argument
going on between the girls. "Ten minutes, they've been at it," said Dale,
"No we haven't," scolded Lisa, with a silly smirk on her face.

We sat and ate a light breakfast, as running on a full stomach isn't the
greatest idea, and then we headed out to the truck and Dale's car, and
drove to the beach. It was still cold, but made for good running
conditions. We did not spot anyone famous and the girls were somewhat
disappointed. And since Cal jokingly mentioned a three-way with a certain
Channing Tatum, I was hoping to spot him again, not to proposition him I
should add.

We completed our run and headed back to our vehicles, when we spotted some
guy giving out flyers, and he approached us. "Hey guys, can I interest you
in a new club venue?" he asked, and we took a flyer and looked at it. "It's
called Hang Tight. The address is on the flyer. Come with the flyer and the
first round is free," he added. "What kind of club is it, music-wise?"
asked Lisa. "Covers, all popular, plus some rock mixed in," he
replied. "Danny, Danny Roberts. It's my brother's place," he introduced
himself. "Yeah, hi Danny. Josh, Dale, and Todd, and the girls are sisters,"
Cal said, slapping himself for being a dork. I mean, come on!  They are
twins for god's sake; of course they are sisters! "Lisa and Laura, and I am
Cal," he concluded, and shook Danny's hand and held on a bit longer than
necessary, I thought. "You live round here?" Danny asked. "Yeah, about half
a mile away. We are here for the weekend, but will be here permanently
after our freshman year," added Cal. I found myself looking at him,
wondering if he was flirting with this guy. Talk about insecurities.

"My brother is buddies with Zac Efron, and he's opening the place," Danny
informed us, and before we had a chance to respond, we all heard, "We will
be there!" from the girls, in total unison. "Dudes, you are so screwed,"
Cal said, looking at Todd, and then Dale. We climbed back in our vehicles
and headed back into town.

I sat next to Cal, brooding all the way into town. The girls were with Dale
and Todd, and Cal asked me why I was pouting. "I am not pouting," I stated
in a harsher tone than I actually meant. "Okay. What's up?" he asked. "You
were flirting," I responded. "With who?" he responded. "Kidding me, right?"
I retorted, and he pulled the truck over and asked again. "Josh, what's
wrong?" he went on, looking at me, and, okay, I was overreacting. "You were
flirting with that guy," I continued. I cannot believe I was acting like a
jealous schoolgirl. "Josh, I was just being civil, that's all. Besides, we
don't know if he was gay, do we?" he replied. "No, but we don't know if he
is not, do we?" I spat back. "Love, you are the only one I want and
need. Don't get all jealous when there is no need, okay?" he said back in a
harsh tone, fully intended. "Have I given you reason to be jealous?" he
asked, as he started the truck, heading back into town. "Not until now," I
replied. "I don't believe this shit," he responded. "Just take me back
home!" I demanded. "Josh you are being a child," he retorted. "Stop the
fucking truck!" I screamed at him. I was totally pissed off and I wanted as
far from him as possible. "I mean it, Cal. Stop the truck."

He stopped the truck, and I got out and slammed the door. Okay, I know this
started off with me overreacting, but he was being condescending and it
pissed me off. So, I walked back towards the junction leading back to the
house.

"Josh...JOSH!" he yelled at me, but I ignored him and walked on. I turned
sometime later and watched as Cal drove away, heading towards town. I
walked on a few hundred yards, sat on the grass and just balled my eyes
out. Why was I being so emotional? I had just had my first argument with
Cal, and it was over something so fucking stupid. And, I caused it. I tried
calling his cell, but it went straight to his voice mail. I got back on my
feet and walked up to the house, realizing Cal had the key. I just sat and
began to wait. I was freezing by the time Todd, Dale and the girls came
back an hour or so later. "Guys, head inside, okay?" said Dale, giving Todd
a key, obviously given to him by Cal. Dale sat beside me. "You want to tell
me what's going on, Josh?" he asked, and tears again began falling. He
wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Todd came back outside, handing me a
blanket to wrap myself in. "Thanks, dude," I said, and he went back
inside. "Well?" Dale asked. "How's Cal?" I asked, with tears in my
voice. "Pissed at you," he replied. "Dude, you practically accused him of
cheating, in front of you," he added. "I said he was flirting, is all," I
responded. "He said he asked you if he had given you a reason to be
jealous, and you replied `not until now'," Dale said, looking at me,
judging me. "Josh, he was just being Cal," Dale added. "You know that,
right?" he concluded.

"I don't know what's the matter with me. I am getting jealous,
possessive. Fuck...needy. My therapist is so right. I need to be more, well
like I used to be, you know. Look, I love Cal with everything I am, but I
need to be more...well, more...if you know what I mean," I said, looking at
Dale, awaiting a response. "Well, first off, Todd and I are taking the
girls out to that new place tonight. You and Cal need the space to get over
this stupid fight, okay?" he responded. "And, yes, Josh, I know what you
mean, and again, yes, over the past few weeks you have relied...no,
depended, on Cal, and I think that's what your therapist was hinting at,"
he said. I had to acknowledge the fact I had relied on Cal for so much
since I had been snatched. I had to get some resemblance of my independence
back, without hurting what I have with Cal. I don't want to lose that.

7pm

The guys had just left, and still no sign of Cal. I lay down on one of the
overstuffed chairs and drifted off to sleep. I was startled awake when I
heard Cal's truck pull up. I waited for him to come in but some ten minutes
passed and he still had not come in. I went to the door, looked down the
drive and saw that Cal was just sitting in his truck; I walked down to his
truck and climbed into the passenger side.

"Hey," I said in a soft tone, an apologetic tone, but got no response. He
just had his hands on the wheel and his head tilted back. He looked like he
had been crying, and I started to speak, but he cut me off.

"Do you want to end this Josh? If so, just say," he said, not looking at
me. I couldn't respond. I was stunned at that question. "Are you looking
for an easy way out, Josh? I will make it easy if you want out. I won't
fight. I won't argue. I won't cause a scene," he said, again, not looking
at me. "As I see it, and I have had time to think about this, you said
yesterday that you needed to take a step back and look at us," he went on,
" and today, causing an argument for me being nice to a stranger," he
added. "It just makes sense that you are looking to end us," he said, now
looking at me. His heart was breaking in front of me, and the question was
valid. Have I, subconsciously, been sabotaging our relationship? Do I want
to end this? Do I want out? I thought for an entire second, and the answer
was a resounding `NO.' Christ, what signals had I been sending out? What
had he picked up on? I had a shit day, and he sees it as I want out? I
placed my hand on his and started to reply to his words:

"Calumn...Calumn, look at me, please," I asked. He turned his head and
looked at me intently. "Babe, I don't know what you thought I wanted. But
out? Never. Never in my worst days do I want out. I over-reacted today and
I was a dumb fuck. Okay? I love you more than life itself. You are my
heart; you beat for me. Your mere presence helps me breath. You are my
everything. And, what you said to me a few weeks ago, and—okay, it is a
corny line from a movie, but you are correct in its meaning— you
complete me," I said, leaning over and kissing the hand I was
holding. "Cal, I am so sorry f...," he cut me off by planting his lips on
mine. "Stop talking. You had me at `Hey'," he smiled. "Josh, I have never
had feelings this strong for anyone, and I mean anyone. You are my life. I
won't stray. I cannot say I won't flirt. But I assure you of one thing,
that's all it is, okay?" he said, again kissing me tenderly, and then
putting our foreheads together. Cal then said, "Let's not have a day like
this again, okay? It fucking sucks." I lowered my head and kissed him
again, replying, "Never."

We removed ourselves from the truck and headed into the house, holding
hands. We entered the living room and sat together in one of the
overstuffed chairs. We made out like teenagers and we couldn't have cared
less about the rest of the world.

About an hour later, near nine-thirty, my cell went off.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey, Josh, you guys okay now?" asked Todd. "Yeah, Todd, we are fine," I
giggled out. "Fuck, I haven't called while you guys are fucking have I?" he
added. "No, dipshit, do you think I would have stopped to answer the
phone?" I laughed out. "Fair point," he replied. "Dude, are you two coming?
This place is fucking ace. And get this: Lisa and Laura have both danced
with that Zac guy, and, fuck, I think I am getting laid for sure," he
informed us. "They have a live band on at ten, so are you getting your fat
asses over here?" he asked with some demand in his tone. "You wanna go?" I
asked Cal, and he nodded, squeezing my leg as he got up. "Be there as soon
as possible," I said to Todd, and he hung up.

I went upstairs and walked into our room. Cal was getting some Levi's out
and began to strip. I admired the muscular tone of his body even more every
time I saw it. He removed his shorts and I couldn't help myself. I walked
over to him, planted a kiss on his lips, and slid my hand into his
boxer-briefs. It was only seconds later when I felt the sticky substance of
his pre-cum. I broke the kiss, dropped to my knees and pulled his briefs
down. I licked the tip of his leaking cock, and savoured the very nature,
the essence of my lover. "Ohh, babe," he moaned out, as he slid down my
throat. He took over the motions, and started off slowly ploughing my
throat. "Ahhh, loveee," he grunted out as he picked up the pace. Then he
pulled out, lifted me up to my feet, and kissed me deep. This was not the
sensual kiss of earlier; this was animalistic, powerful, manly kissing. He
pulled down my shorts, turned me around, and dropped to his knees. He
grunted out, slamming his face into my butt-crack. "Ohhh, yeahhh, eat my
ass!" I demanded. He pushed through, and he was eating my ass. My pucker
just opened at his very touch; he slid in two fingers, and soon thereafter,
three. I was open for his pleasure.

"Cal, fast and hard...NOW!" I demanded, and he laughed out in a lusty
tone. "You want it bad, don't you?" he teased. "Cal, if you truly value my
love and devotion, you will stop fucking teasing me and...FUCK ME...NOW!!!"
I demanded. Like again, he had me slutted, and I was begging for his
cock. "You ready, babe? You ready for my love truncheon?" he laughed
out. "Sorry love, couldn't help with the porn reference," he added. "Fuck,
Cal...FUCK ME NOW!!!" I screamed out in desperation. And, fuck, if my dad
could hear how hungry, how needy I am for cock, he would totally disown me;
despite the fact he knows I am gay. But I'm a total slut where Cal is
concerned. That titbit of information I had no intention of ever divulging
to anyone.

He pushed me back onto the bed, lifted my legs to my chest and lined up his
cock. Since he had worked my hole so masterfully, there was no need for
lube. I was wet and slippery enough from his tongue. He leaned into me,
kissing me as he pushed into me, and, as instructed, he power fucked me,
driving me into the bed. He power fucked me, driving me to a cataclysmic
orgasm. I spewed my load all over both of our torsos, as he also came deep
inside me before collapsing on top of me. Breathing was laboured, and our
heartbeats high. During our fuck my cell phone sounded, indicating I had
received a text. When we came down to earth from cloud nine of sexual
fulfilment, I reached over and picked up my phone to read what had been
sent.

And the text, from Todd, read: `OK...I take it u 2 r fucking now. band is
awesome. hurry the fuck up!' I showed it to Cal and we just
sniggered. "Quick shower, then we hit it," I said. He grabbed me, dragging
me into the shower.

Twenty minutes later we were in his truck, heading towards the new club. We
soon found it, but couldn't find a place to park, as the club was
packed. We parked some distance away, and, after a ten-minute walk, we were
in the club. We started to look for the guys and spotted Lisa first. She
was talking to some surfer dude with bleached out wavy blond hair. Then I
spotted Todd and Dale, sitting in the corner. We made our way over to where
they were sitting. "'Bout fucking time," Todd said, getting up to hug me
and then Cal. "Who's the guy?" asked Cal, looking over at Lisa. "Dude, he
bats for your team," he laughed out, just before the band came out to do
their second set. I recognized the band immediately. "The Calling!" I
yelled. "Yeah, they have been fucking de-bomb," yelled Dale as they struck
up their instruments.

We stayed until about two in the morning and we were introduced to the
owner of the club. He seemed like a great guy. We missed Zac; he only
stopped for an hour or so, but at least the girls had something to talk
about. "Looking forward to stopping here permanently," Cal said as more of
a statement than a question. We agreed. Since we all had been drinking, we
would call a cab, and collect our vehicles the following day to avoid any
D.U.I.'s or accidents. I've had enough visits to the emergency room to last
me a lifetime, thank you very much.

We arrived back at the house just after 2:30am and we didn't talk long as
we were leaving first thing in the morning to head back to campus. The
cleaning company would be here at 10am, and the security ribbon would be
set back up at midday. We went to bed, and soon we were out cold.

8am

We all were up, and Lisa prepared breakfast with Laura's help. We ate while
chatting about our weekend, highlighted by the fact we would be on a TV
show, and one of the girls favourite ones at that. I had seen Channing
Tatum, and, okay, I did have a very pleasant dream involving myself and
Tatum and Cal, and various members of The Calling. But, that's beside the
point. An old friend once said to me that just because I was on a diet
doesn't mean I cannot look at the menu. Or, just as Cal stated, he would
never stray, as I would never contemplate the idea of straying. I can still
admire what is there.

We left just as the cleaning crew arrived, leaving them the key, as they
would return it to the security office. We headed back to school, with my
first of two classes being just after lunch: engineering, and then English
Lit. I have the first one with Cal, and the second one with, as I found out
yesterday, Laura. I think I am inheriting a fag hag, I laughed to
myself. As we approached the campus, we went for some food. We chatted with
Nick and David and the girls told tales of their weekend, and showed
various photos shot on their cell phones. Talk about excitable; they were
jumping around, showing everyone who would listen. It was clear to see that
they enjoyed the weekend as much as the rest of us.

The remainder of the day went well; I had my favourite subject and the
assignment about the Brooklyn Bridge was going well. The professor read our
notes and loved the take on how this project would be handled in today's
techniques. My English Lit. class was a blast, as we had now started to
read Shakespeare. I had covered most all of the Bard's work in high school,
and we were set to do a modern take on how a famous passage would translate
into modern day literature. Laura had glued herself to my side (as I said,
fag hag). "Do you wanna study this with me, Josh?" she asked, and I said,
"Sure," and we talked about nothing in particular, except the name Zac kept
coming up. Poor Todd, he doesn't stand a chance.

Over the next couple of days we started discussing what majors we would be
concentrating on from sophomore year. Cal and I will be concentrating
mainly on engineering—all aspects of it. I will be adding business
studies to the mix, as we will, in a few years, have a major company to
run. I, for one, don't want to be responsible for fucking up Cal's legacy,
so business school will be a must. I recommended that also to Cal. "You
wanna intern at Kenner Engineering during some of our breaks?" asked Cal,
and I very enthusiastically said yes. "A little experience wouldn't go
amiss," I responded, and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Your next session with the good doctor is tomorrow, isn't it, love? You
want me to take you?" he asked. I remembered what Dr Benet said, and Dale's
words, that I depended too much on Cal. Despite it only being a lift, I
decided against it. (Little steps, and all that.) "Thanks babe, but I will
be fine," I replied, and he just smiled at me. "You want a drink, or
something?" he asked, heading to the fridge. "Water, please," I replied.

Although Ty already moved out of Dale's room, Cal is still in his, as he
agreed with campus housing he wouldn't move rooms until the following
semester. That is when Aaron and Kyle would move in, and I was sort of
pleased with that, as we could have our alone time. We have made very good
use of that time...trust me.


To be continued...

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