In Pain
Season 2 | Chapter 23
Road Trip
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In an instant, I went from being on top of the world to having my heart land in my stomach and feeling like vomiting.
I was out now. My brother knew. He'd found out the wrong way: the way I didn't want him to.
He was walking at a pretty good pace and I was trying to catch up. I had to talk to him even though I had no idea what to say or how to say it. Of all the ways to find out about me, this was literally my last choice.
I'd wanted to just stop by his room and talk. Talk like the brothers we were trying to be -- the brothers I wanted us to be and brother I'd failed to become. I'd had enough chances the last few weeks, but hadn't taken any of them. After I quit the football team without telling him, I'd vowed to myself and to him that I would make a better effort at being a brother, a friend, to Mike. For the most part, I had been successful; but like always, I'd missed the mark on this one.
In a moment of passion with my boyfriend, I'd been caught with my tongue out and almost my pants down, literally.
Running to catch up to Mike, I realized that in my haste I'd left Jake standing in the grove of trees all alone. I couldn't worry about that right now. I hoped he'd seen my brother's face, but then again, I couldn't even recall if they'd even ever met. I knew he'd understand, reluctantly as I'd left his lips, the place that I loved most.
I could feel my heart rate increasing as I caught up with Mike, who by now was not walking as much as he was slowly jogging away. Away from me.
I was right alongside him, reaching out with my left hand, trying to urge his body to stop.
"Mike... stop," I pleaded. No verbal response. He shrugged his shoulders to disengage my grasp.
I wasn't going to back down from my brother now. I wasn't going to give in to the fear, the scared little boy anymore.
I put my hand back on his shoulder, gripping a little bit tighter than before. I hoped he would trust me this time. I thought again - - I hoped he would trust me again. Period.
Again he shrugged my hand off his shoulder. He still hadn't said a word. I hurried up to be in step with him, step by step, right next to him.
I turned and looked at him and I saw what I thought was a tear streaking down his cheek. I'd had enough of this.
I jumped in front of him, forcing him to stop.
He reached forward without saying a word and tried to push me out of his way. I could see it now. It was in his eyes. He was livid. He was hurt. He was crying.
I reached forward to give him a hug and immediately, before I even touched him, his arms came up and pushed me away violently.
He looked at me with more anger than I'd ever seen and more than I'd ever thought I'd see from him. "Don't touch me Andy!"
I couldn't believe he'd pushed me away. I guess this was how I expected him to react. I really hated disappointing him in this way, in more ways than one. I knew I had to stand up for myself and try to explain this all, but after that, I wasn't sure he'd ever listen.
I reached out my arms again knowing this would make Mike even angrier, but I needed to fix what I'd done wrong. I was fully aware a hug wouldn't fix anything. But it would be a start. I wanted him to know he had me now: his brother; I wasn't going to go away anymore. This was my last chance to save our relationship. I knew I was on thin ice with him. Beyond that, I knew I needed him when it would come time to tell our parents and even bigger than that, I wanted to keep my brother. Running beside him and trying to stop him, my urge to throw up hadn't subsided. Standing in front of him, I knew our relationship wouldn't be fixed in the next five minutes, but I couldn't lose my brother.
I saw it at the last second and I didn't move fast enough.
His right fist caught me squarely in the cheek. As a football player, I'd been trained on how to receive a hit, a tackle from someone. You teach your body how to tense up so that the blow is less of a shock. You know what to expect. In my whole life, I'd never been hit in the face by a fist. I never dreamed the first person to do so would be my brother.
I stumbled backward, startled from the blow. He hit me! Are you kidding me? I reached up to check for blood; seeing none I looked up into the eyes of my brother. I could tell through his eyes that he wanted to take it back. I wanted to hit him back, make him feel the pain of what I'd had for the last year. The pain my body was now feeling.
It was finished. This part of our lives was over. My brother landed the first blow and I was certainly going to land the second. I know it's a shock to learn a sibling is gay, but shit, he hit me! Now, not only was I mad, but my blood was boiling.
I lunged at him, throwing my entire body into him; I wrapped my arms around his chest and drove him toward the grass below.
We landed in one solid clump. I couldn't tell who hurt more. Him for having me land on top, or me for landing on him and for already being hit.
"What the fuck Mike? Do you think you can just go and hit me now?" I yelled, both of us still wresting for control.
I sat up with him still underneath me my legs straddling his abdomen and my feet wrapped around his legs to hold them steady. My arms held his down. It was going to go down.
"Yeah, I'm gay," I said, still screaming at him and myself for what I had done. I knew that I should have told him, but that didn't give him the right to hit me. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'm sorry I lied! I'm sorry you saw me kissing my boyfriend. I'm sorry. What do you want from me?"
He didn't hesitate.
"I want you to be my brother and fucking trust me once in a while," Mike yelled back, flinging my hands off his arms. "Never once did you come to me when you were going to quit the team. Now I catch you making out in the trees with a fucking guy. What the hell do you want me to feel dude?"
"Look, I'm sorry, but give me a fucking break!"
"Why the hell couldn't you trust me?" he demanded. "I mean, Christ, I'm your brother for crying out loud. How could you not tell me?"
It was because I needed my brother. I hadn't told him because I was scared. Scared of him. Scared of me.
"Mike, look..." I started, leaning back, "I was scared of losing you. I still am. You're my brother and I know I don't show it..." I stopped to compose myself and catch my breath.
I slipped off from him, sitting down beside him.
"Mike... I'm sorry. What more do you want me to say? I mean, put yourself in my shoes for one god-damned second and maybe you'd understand. I didn't tell you because I'm scared. I need you in my corner man."
"You fucking promised me," he yelled again. "You promised me you weren't going to lie. You fucking promised me you were going to be honest with me!"
My eyes hung low. "I know man. I'm done. No more. I need you." I sighed.
We just sat there. Brothers. I hoped we would still be when I woke up the next morning -- with a new shiner.
He sighed. "Andy, I'm sorry I hit you. I'll never do that again."
"You're damn right you won't," I interrupted, giving him a shove.
Shoving me back he continued, "Just know I'm not happy you lied to me... but I'm your brother. That's all that matters, right? I'm okay with you being gay. This... it's going to take awhile to get used to Andy. You're the first person I've known, but we've talked about it in class and stuff, so it's not totally new. I just never thought my brother would be. So... um..."
"I love you too," I said, finishing his thought for him.
I stood up and held out my hand to help him up. He grabbed it, like a teammate, and I pulled him to his feet.
We started walking back to the party now that we were two blocks from where this fun had begun. We talked about our parents, our school, our team and my boyfriend.
We reached my car where Jake stood waiting. Mike stopped once he saw a guy leaning on my car. I could tell Mike wasn't ready yet.
He moved to leave, but I grabbed his arm. "Hey Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not going to tell mom and dad are you?" I asked, suddenly worried where this was going to end.
He took a step towards me, reached out and put his hand on my shoulder. "Bro, this is a fucked up situation. I don't envy you at all. As long as you look me in the eyes, promise to be a real brother from now on and a real friend to me from now on and that you'll tell them soon, I won't say a word."
I took in a deep breath, "You got it bro."
With that, he pulled me in for a brotherly hug. I could feel the weight of the bear hoping off and finding its next victim. Its next inhabitant. I hoped they'd do a little better than I had.
We broke our embrace and I yelled after him. "Mike!" He turned around, still walking, "Yeah?"
"I'll be better. Promise."
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I'd arrived home just minutes before my curfew. On a night that had so much promise, so much happened and so much had changed.
As my head hit my pillow, I thought back on the past day. Then I wandered to the homecoming dance. The times I'd lied to Mike in the last year. How close I'd come to telling him or how close I'd come to getting caught looking at gay porn.
I knew it was still going to be a struggle, but I also knew for the
first time that when it came to me being gay, he was in my corner.
Suddenly, I was angry at myself. For I'd known it all along. He was always going to be in my corner. Much like Kole. Just like Neal. Just like Jake. And just like my parents -- or at least I hoped.
I fell asleep worried about my parents, then dreamt about my boyfriend. The smile I had in my dream was still alive when my eyes opened.
As I rolled out of bed I could hear birds chirping and my dad mowing the yard. I looked at my clock and realized I must have missed church. I had been emotionally spent when I arrived home the night before. Today would probably be more of the same.
Kole had asked just before the party to hang out this weekend and I heard it in his voice that said there was something that he needed to talk about.
Looking in the mirror I realized I hadn't even bothered to get out of the clothes I'd worn the night before. Minus the messed up hair, I still looked pretty damn good -- minus the shiner Mike had so graciously given me the night before. I changed quickly, did my hair and left for Kole's.
He was already waiting for me, shooting hoops in his driveway when I pulled up. We'd spent many-a-summer night here under the glow of the streetlight and the moon, shooting away with no worry of tomorrow.
There were even nights where a neighbor would call his parents and ask us to stop. So we'd reluctantly retire to the backyard and the tent we'd set up hours before. It was the best of times.
The tent was packed with food of all kinds. Sodas we would never drink. A flash light for each of us so we could tell scary stories until the wee morning hours. A walkie talkie in case his parents had to alert us to the presence of an `enemy' or more likely to tell up we needed to be quiet because they'd received another phone call. But mostly, it was just us, best friends enjoying a cool summers night.
I hoped out of my truck and walked up the driveway. The paint we'd put down years ago to mark the lines of the court were worn away by cars, weather, and us.
For some reason, I felt older walking up the driveway this time. I didn't feel like a kid anymore. He tossed me the ball and catching it I smiled. I spun the ball in my hands and let it come to a stop. I just looked at it.
"You going to shoot?" Kole asked. I laughed under my breath then I tossed up a shot. Kole got the rebound and put in the easy lay-up.
"I'm always bailing you out it seems, huh?" Kole said with a little jab, tossing me the ball for a second chance.
"Yeah, whatever," I said. "You're the one who called me. What's up man?"
I bounced the ball around a little, made a drive for the hoop getting Kole to play a little defense, but not enough. I drained the shot from 10 feet.
He went after the ball and I went on the defense. He tried to drive around me, but my years of quarterbacking had given me pretty good legs to push and stop and start on. No going through me today, I thought.
He too pulled up, nailing a 12 footer. I collected the ball for my turn.
We kept this up, the back and forth shooting for a bit. I pulled off my hoodie as we began a pick-up game of one-on-one. We were both competitive. It was our nature.
In the middle of a point, Kole pulled up and put the ball under his arm and looked at me. I stood up from my stand and put my hand on my hips, catching my breath.
He just stood there. I watched his eyes and saw a bead of sweat start from his eyebrow and travel down the side of his face, splashing on the concrete below.
"I miss you," Kole said pulling the ball from under his arm, nailing a three.
I didn't move to go get the ball. It was just bouncing behind me, waiting to be played with.
"What do you mean... you miss me? I'm right here dude," I said.
He walked past me to get the ball and said, "You heard me."
"Yeah," I said, "What does that mean though? What do you want me to do about it?"
"We've been friends for a long time right?"
"Yeah."
"And we've always told each other everything, right?"
"Yeah," I said, having no idea where this was going.
"And aside from a few things, we've always done things together, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, think about it dude. You're not playing football anymore. For ten years we've always played football together and now all of a sudden, you're not there in the weight room with me. You're not there with me after practice, showing up and walking to our cars together. No more going over tape together, scheming in the huddle to make up a special play. It's not right without you."
He bounced the ball the whole way up the driveway, tossing it into the garage. I watched as he walked through the back door to the backyard. I slowly followed.
I stopped in the doorway, looking out on the beautiful backyard we'd played in for the last ten years. He was sitting in the same spot we'd always placed our tent years before.
Kole must have heard me walk up beside him. "I don't want to play anymore," he said, pulling at the grass.
I should have known. I sat down beside him and listened to his breathing. He was still pulling at the grass around him and tossing it around and pulling at it with his fingers.
"Do you want me to come back?" I asked.
He tossed a clump of grass at me. "You know that's not what I want and you know I'd never ask you to. I can see you're happier now and I couldn't be more happy for you bro. It's just... I don't know. You're my quarterback. You're my best friend. It just seems like if you're not there, I shouldn't be there either."
He stopped, gathering his thoughts. I didn't know what to say. I hadn't even thought he'd ever think this way and now I felt terrible.
"I know I shouldn't be thinking like this," he continued, "but dude, I don't know. I lift and I lift and I joke with the guys, but it's not as fun without you there."
"Kole, I understand. I'm sorry for leaving you behind." I was struggling with what to say. "Look... you're my best friend. The best friend anyone could ask for. All I want for you is to do what will make you happy. Let me ask you this: If you quit, what would you do?"
He was thinking about my statement as I continued, "I mean, I know you won't become gay with me, so, I'm not sure what you'd do with that spare time."
He laughed, so I did too.
I reached out and placed my hand on his knee. "Look Kole, football is a big part of who we are. I'm always going to love the game. But it just wasn't for me anymore. If it's not for you anymore, then I'll understand. But, I want you to know I can't wait to sit in the stands and watch you run out of the tunnel on opening night. I can't wait to see you lead this team. I can't wait to be at the party with you afterwards and say, `yup, he's my best friend, bitches.' Fact of the matter is: you were born to be on that field. And I'll be damned if you're gunna quit over me."
He reached out and put his hand on mine and squeezed. "Thanks."
I looked at him and smiled back.
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For just being a week after `the incident', my brother was being awesome. Life at home was as good as it had been in a long time. Of course, I'll attribute that to the fact that our basketball team was two wins away from a state championship so that had my dad in ultra-sports mode.
Once we knew the team was going to the final weekend with a chance to do something and win something that football team did not; my brother and I were abuzz with championship fever. I had friends on the team and his brother's friends dreamed of being `the team'.
Even after a terrible Saturday night between us, he and I had moved forward better than I had ever planned and just as I knew we would once I came out to him. Mike finding out was a blessing in disguise.
We were talking every night for upwards of an hour. It was just brother stuff: sports, girls, school and of course, the basketball team. But he'd also started to ask questions. In a way, it was cute to see him struggle with what and how to ask and then be worried how I might respond. But through his willingness to ask the questions, I was able to open up about when I'd known, who I'd told, why I'd really quit the team, how I'd met Jake, how that was going, when I would tell mom and dad and when I would tell the whole school.
By Wednesday we were talking about taking a road-trip to the games and of course, we both really wanted to go with our friends, but I also wanted to go with Jake. He'd been following the team with the anticipation that maybe we would be able to go on a mini-vacation together. Once he brought up that idea, I was ecstatic.
That night, I talked to Mike about it and we hatched a pretty nifty scheme to trick our parents. Mike had asked to go with friends, but my parents didn't approve that.
They weren't going to let him stay in a hotel with just his friends. So I said I'd take him and he and I would share a room with Kole. They agreed. Of course, our plan was to have Kole stay with Mike and Jake and I to share a room. They bought it and off we were.
We pulled away from our house on Friday after school for the three hour drive to the state capital where the games were being held. Five minutes later we were parked in front of Jake's house, picking up our fourth, and our renegade member.
Kole was driving and once we got to Jake's I left the front seat and ran to pick up his bag as he walked down the sidewalk. I pulled it out of his hands while my arms wrapped around his neck and I secretly gave him a kiss. Seeing Jake all packed and ready to go, I really wanted to plant a huge kiss on his lips, but I knew that Mike was in the car. While I know the last week had been amazing between us, I'm sure he wasn't ready to see his brother kissing another guy again. Plus, deep down, I don't think I was ready for that. We broke our all-too-brief embrace and we smiled at each other.
Mike had taken the front seat that I had just been in, as I told him he could so that Jake and I could sit together. We climbed into the back seat to enjoy the ride to our freedom. We had one night. One night to be us and have fun.
The ride was long, yet quite entertaining. It was bound to be; two brothers and two friends on the three hour car ride. For about the first hour we all talked and joked. About an hour into the trip, Kole looked back to say something directly to me and he saw that I was holding Jake's hand. Little did he know we'd been doing this since the moment we'd climbed into the back seat.
"Dude!" he joked. "Not in my car!"
"Oh shut up," I replied. "I just hope we share the same wall tonight," I said jokingly, hitting Jake's knee with my own while giving him a wink.
The whole car burst out laughing. By the time we calmed down, I had tears streaming down my face I was laughing so hard. We grew quiet and Kole and Mike were talking and Jake and I were talking. We'd been in the car for about 90 minutes and I was already starting to get tired.
I looked at Jake and he could see that I wanted to lie down, so he tapped his lap and motioned for me to rest my head there. I gave him a questioning look with my face and he simply nodded his head ever-so-slightly.
I shifted in my seat and positioned my head over his lap and slowly descended into his warm, welcome body. He put his hand on top of my head and started to stroke he hair. Besides the one time in the park bathroom, this is as close as I'd been to his manhood. By far this was as close as I'd been with my head.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I was hoping to catch a quick nap before the game. When I inhaled, I was able to smell Jake. It was the deep, warm, manly smell that drifted through his jeans. I was lost in it. I started to dream what it would be like to see it, to touch it, to taste it.
By the time I was asleep, I know I was raging hard. When I woke up an hour later, I could feel that he too, was raging hard, but didn't want to move. I liked being there. I liked laying in his lap, smelling him, feeling him though his jeans on the back of my head.
When I had no choice, I arose and was immediately lonely without Jake close by. I grabbed his hand as we pulled into town and went straight to the arena. We found a parking space after drive around for what seemed like hours, then began to disembark from the car. Jake went to climb out but I held on to his hand and pulled him back.
"What hun?" he asked.
"I just wanted to kiss you before we left. We won't be able to once we're out there and I wanted to so I'd remember it," I said.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, holding it there for a split second. We broke and I released my hand, adjusted myself, again, then climbed out of the car and began the trek to the game.
It was surreal to just be here. I'd never been to an event like this as just a fan. Last fall I had been the star player, and at this moment was dressed, warmed up and ready to play. Though I knew what the players were feeling, but really, I was just enjoying that I was here.
I was here with my best friend, my brother, and my boyfriend. Arguably they were the three best guys in the world.
The game itself was painful. It was painful in that our team was that much better. We could have left by half-time, but we didn't. We stayed throughout the whole thing... because of course; all four of us are sports nuts. Plus, it's our team.
The game included two dunks by our team and even had the bench-warmers playing the last ten minutes. It was funny to see them out there, but cool at the same time. We had sat pretty close to the bench so we could see the entire team enjoying the game; they were laughing with each other and cheering theirs guys on.
After the obligatory high-fives and `nice-games' to our classmates, Kole, Jake, Mike and I made our way back to the car. We had some sleep to catch and then we were doing the whole downtown experience tomorrow before the championship game, of which, our school would have a chance to win.
Arriving at the hotel, we picked up some sodas and snacks and went to
hang out together and watch television. We ended up playing cards and hanging
out together until about
I knew by saying that I was either going to be made fun of for going to be so early, or get ribbed for wanting to make out with my boyfriend.
We left to quick-witted sexual remarks, a few from each of them. That really surprised me about my brother, but I guess that meant that he was really okay with my homosexuality. I had underestimated him and I needed to make that up to him.
I couldn't think about that now. I had other things on my mind.
Jake slid the keycard into the lock, pulled the handle down, pushed open the door and made his way into the room. I followed close behind, ready to pounce.
He reached the foot of the bed and bent over to take his shoes off. I was still right behind him and the moment he had the second shoe off, I grabbed him by the waste and pulled him with me onto the bed. It surprised him but it's what I'd wanted for a week. Since that moment when I left his embrace last week in the trees, I'd vowed to finish what I'd started.
We landed on the bed and his arms immediately encircled my neck. Our lips met.
I rolled on top of him, our lips still touching. We were kissing so passionately and quickly that my lips were becoming very dry. I sat up, my hips straddling his.
"Do I taste good?" Jake joked as I licked my lips.
"Jake... you have no idea how good you taste," I replied.
He reached up and started to feel my abs underneath my shirt. I could feel my nipples getting hard from his gentle touch. I also felt his raging cock through our jeans.
His hand started to trace the contours of my abs, feeling each one. First the lowest near my waist, then the middle, then the top. From there his hand kept moving up towards my pecs.
My fingers because to feel the muscles in his shoulder. While he was tracing my chest, I was feeling his back. It was amazing to be touching his skin and feeling him so close to me, touching mine.
All of a sudden, the touch of his fingers on my skin gave me chills and I could feel my nipples harden from his presence. His hand finally found my right nipple, hard.
With his free hand, he slowly started to raise my shirt; first exposing my abs, then my rib-cage and finally my toned chest before he calmly pulled it over my head.
Without further notice, he shoved on my pecs and I flipped backwards onto my back and Jake was immediately on top of me. Without thinking, my hands went for his shirt, pulling it off violently. Once off, his bare chest landed on top of my equally bare chest and his lips found mine again.
While my lips were busy sliding across Jake's, my hands were pulling his head closer and pulling his chest harder into mine. It was the first time our skin fully connected with the others'.
My hands slowly worked their way to his boyish ass which was tightly confined in his jeans. His hard cock only added to the tightness.
The moment my hands reached his ass, he took his lips from mine. I worried that I'd moved too fast.
"What'd I do?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You stopped kissing me!" I said.
Slowly, he leaned in and stuck out his lips. I'd never looked at them this closely before but they were a really deep red and with our saliva, they glistened in the light.
I pulled my head off the bed and kissed him back, making sure to feel his lips more than I'd ever felt them before.
He broke our embrace and started to kiss down my cheek, then my neck, in between my pecs, then he started on one of my nipples. I immediately tensed up when his tongue touched it and that only seemed to fuel him even more. He pulled part of me into his mouth and sucked it until I forced him off.
He looked at me and resumed his kissing of my chest. His eyes didn't leave mine until he reached my belt buckle.
My head was resting on the bed, just enjoying my boyfriend exploring my body. I felt him tug on my belt, then I heard him undo the clasp. I felt his fingers touch my skin as he undid the buckle on my jeans and then felt the zipper start to slide down, opening my jeans up for the first time for my boyfriend.
I felt Jake pull back the flaps and with the tight CK briefs I was wearing, he could definitely see the entire outline of my cock. I felt the warmth of his breath as he leaned in close and then I felt his tongue pushing at the head of my cock.
I wasn't sure what he was doing, but then I realized I usually had a lot of pre-cum, and he was licking it up through my underwear.
Slowly, I felt my underwear being pulled down, exposing more and more of my skin and I instinctively raised my hips and let Jake slide my underwear and my jeans down off my body and onto the floor.
I looked up at Jake and his eyes were scanning my body. He reached out and started scanning my body with his hands. My legs, my calves, my abs, my chest. Then I felt his hand wrap around my penis and slowly start to stroke it.
Then this unknown warmth wrapped around my head and I felt his lips, the lips I'd memorized just moments before, start to slide down my shaft.
It was the most glorious feeling I'd ever had. Jake was doing something I'd only dreamed of feeling... and doing for a long time. I was going to return the favor.
He moved ever so slightly and was rhythmic in his actions. His lips seemed to just glide over the skin of my cock so smoothly, almost as if he was a pro at how to make a man go crazy! But I know this was his first time, like me. But also like me, he'd dreamed of this moment. His other hand started to massage my balls as they were getting tighter and tighter against my body. My cock was soon covered in my pre-cum and his saliva but would soon be more if he wasn't careful. I loved the way this felt.
I reached out and pulled him off me and he used the moment to catch his breath.
"What?" he asked.
"You have to stop... you're too good at that mister," I said, emphasizing the fact that I was too close to cumming to let him keep going.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I'd like to try the same for you."
"I thought you'd never ask."
Jake leaned back and propped a few pillows behind his head as I reached forward to undo his belt.
I never imagined I'd be this lucky to be this close to another guy's cock, but to have it be someone that I really cared about and someone who I knew I loved and admired was beyond my wildest dreams.
I pulled open the belt and unbuttoned his jeans and slid down his zipper, exposing his bright blue jockeys. They looked so hot against his tanned skin. His tight abs were teasing my eyes and begging for my lips. I leaned down and kissed his abdomen.
All the while, I was pulling down the elastic of his underwear, exposing the thing I'd been dreaming of for weeks.
I looked down and saw his pre-cum glistening on his skin even before I saw its glistening head. I leaned down and caught a whiff of his scent. It was the same scent I'd smelled hours before lying in his lap in the car.
My tongue reached out and tasted it. It was sweet, blissful. I wanted more. I placed as much of my tongue on Jake as possible to get all of his pre-cum that had already escaped.
When there was none left, I reached down and touched Jake's cock for the first time. I wrapped my shaking hand around it and guided it to my lips. I was in heaven. For the first time I felt what it was like to have a cock in my mouth.
Gliding back off of his cock, I was rewarded with a whole stream of his slippery pre-cum.
I continued to slide up and down on his shaft, making it warm and slippery and harder than I'd ever felt my own. Immediately Jake started to moan and move his hips slowly forward into my face.
Not wanting to have him cum too soon, I pulled off and moved forward and placed my lips on his. I rolled over, pulling him on top of me, our lips staying connected.
My hands reached behind and grabbed Jake's ass, pulling his cock into mine, his body into mine.
In all my dreams, in all my imaginations, I'd always imagined tasking someone's cock, feeling someone's skin against mine. In all those dreams, it was never this good. It never felt this good. It never seemed this right.
We stayed together, our bodies colliding, our lips tasting, our hips thrusting far into the early morning hours.
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Happy April everyone! Well -- I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this one. The challenges Andy has been facing have been real and true experiences I know a lot of you face. With only two chapters left, I can't wait to finish this story and give you all an ending that will capture your hearts and make you wonder: where can we all go from here?
As the story comes to an end, I'm not sure what the future will hold for me here on Nifty. I'd like to write some short stories; one to three chapters and tell many, many stories and emotions and challenge myself as a writer.
As a reader of this story, I want you to come with me. Join my group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/andygaywriter16 and bookmark my blog at http://thoughts-of-a-butterfly.blogspot.com
DO YOU WANT TO OWN A COPY OF `IN PAIN'?
I am working with my editor right now to see if there is
enough interest to publish In Pain. BUT -- we need to know from you! Please
e-mail me at andygaywriter@yahoo.com
with the subject line "IP Book" if you'd be interested in purchasing the book.
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WHEN IS THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING?
Keep your eye on the Yahoo! Group for updated information.
Chapter 24 The Championship (release date: 19 May)
Chapter 25 The Bench (release date: 17 June)
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