Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 20:03:26 -0800 From: Justyn Subject: Reese and Me 13 - Changes -Gaymale -Highschool Reese and Me 13 - Changes March 6, 2001 Written by Jamie McHale Disclaimer and Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature. Note - This story is the property of the writer. Any copying in part or in whole of this document is prohibited. This story is completely fictional and does not involve any real people. This story is part of the Reese and Me series. EMAIL me if you have any comments. mchalejamie@hotmail.com ____________________________________________________________________________ Reese and Me 13 - Changes The drive home with Reese in the Jeep was spent arguing, again. We were on each other's nerves like never before. I'd never really realized just how much Reese could drive me crazy. He was so stubborn. Once he'd made up his mind, that was it. And if he wasn't having his way, he took off. He'd stormed out of my house three times that week. Our relationship had taken a turn for the worst. Our days and nights were filled with arguing and fighting. Over and over, Reese would bring up Chase, and how'd I'd refused to stay away from him. I couldn't help that though. Chase was the only thing that was keeping me sane. I had thought, at first, that I'd be able to ignore him in favor of staying with Reese. But I soon realized that I couldn't. "You can just drop me off right here," Reese said hastily. We hadn't quite made it up the street to our houses. He was red with anger and frusteration. This hadn't been just another one of our arguments. Reese had brought up something else form our past. He'd brought up the fact that I'd cheated on him with Alexander. And because of this, I was now just as mad and frusterated as he was. Believe me, I still regretted what I'd done. But what's done is done, and in order to move forward, you have to let it go. "Fine," I cried back at him, pulling off to the side of the road. "Get the fuck out then!" "No problem! And don't bother fucking calling me tonight or ever again!" he screamed, tears beginning to stream down his face. I felt like someone had reached into my chest and ripped out my heart. He was crying. Immediately, I exited the vehicle and began after him. He hadn't made it three feet before I caught up with him. "Reese stop!" I cried desperately, grabbing onto the back of his shirt. "No!" Reese screamed, "I'm going home!" He was so hurt. I couldn't believe that he was crying. Not to say that he was a wimp, but I'd barely said anything to him. "Reese, you're making a scene in front of everyone," I told him, turning him around to face me. Reese shook out of my grip and continued down the street. "Take your fucken hands off me!" For some reason, this action of him pulling away enraged me. I let him go. "Fine, Reese!" I called after him as he continued to march toward him house. "Fuck you, ya' little bitch!" I regretted that exactly one half 'a second after I said it. I turned for the Jeep and jumped in. I was shaking with anger and dismay. I was mad at Reese for what he was doing, but I also felt like shit for the things that I had said. In the previous few minutes, as we drove home from school, we'd pretty much made it clear to each other that we weren't interested in going out anymore. This wasn't true, however, at least in my case. I was still just as in love with him as I'd been in the beginning. But things were changing, and fast. Reese didn't seem like the same person anymore. He was billigerent, and combative. He spent every second of our time together complaining about what I was doing to him. He figured I was cheating on him with Chase, just like I'd done before with Alex. This was not true. Chase was someone that I could talk to, nothing more. He understood that I was with Reese, and he made no further attempt to initiate a sexual encounter with me. However, now it seemed that things might finally have ended with Reese and I. We'd reached an impass, and there was no solution to our rather unique problems that I could see. Reese was conviced that I didn't want him anymore and that I was setting him up to get dumped for Chase. Really, all I wanted was to patch things up with Reese. I loved him with all of my heart, and it crushed me to see him so mad at me. I soon arrived home, where I parked the Jeep in the driveway. Upon entering the house, I found that neither one of my parents were present. Right about now, I thought, Reese and I would be making love to each other. If things were normal, but they weren't. After I climbed the staircase to the second floor, I stepped into my bedroom. I let out a sigh, still thinking about Reese. I'd really fucked things up. I began regretting hanging out with Chase after Reese had expressed discomfort with it. The turn of events was startling. The last time that Reese and I had pounded, the previous Saturday, I'd told him what Chase had tried to do at Ponter's. He was upset about it, as anybody would have been, but it didn't keep us from having sex. The next day, Reese woke up in the worst mood I'd ever seen him in. He just started on me abour everything. After that, it was all down hill. I layed down on my bed. It was Thursday night, and I was drawing a blank on what to do. Should I try to get a hold of Reese? Should I leave him to think about it? I just didn't know. Suddenly, the phone rang. I picked it up, "Hello?" "Jake, I'm sorry," Reese said immediately. I sighed, so glad that he'd called. I was surprised that the call had come so soon, however. "It's okay, my man." I was starting to get emotional myself. "I'm all mad about nothing. I feel like such an ass," Reese said. I could tell that he wasn't crying anymore, but that he'd just stopped before calling me. "Reese, why can't we communicate face to face anymore?" I asked him, laying back in my bed. "I dunno," he replied, "I just get so worked up over Chase and stuff." "I don't blame you. I would probably be just as mad as you are." "I doubt it," Reese said, making a slight gurggling sound. He'd started to cry again. "Reese, just come over here, I know how we can solve this." "Okay," he replied, still crying. He hung up the phone, so I guessed that he would be at my door any moment. And, what do you know, he showed up a minute later. After walking in, he made his way up the stairs to join me in my room. Hearing him crying all the way up the stairs, I met him in the hallway outside my room. I immediately took him into my arms. As my sweet man continued to weep, I soon joined him. I couldn't help it. This whole situation was tearing my apart. I decided, again, that I would stay the hell away from Chase. For the sake of my relationship with Reese, I would abandon my friendship with Chase. "Why can't we get along anymore?" Reese asked through the tears. He'd buried his face in my shoulder. "We can, Reese," I replied, squeezing him tight. To think that something like this could ruin our relationship was horrifying. A few minutes earlier, when Reese had opted to walk home rather than ride with me in the Jeep, I had been ready to leave him for good. These feelings, of course, didn't last long. However they'd been there. And it honestly scared me. "Sometimes I just wanna leave and stay away," Reese confessed, clutching me like a vice. That little statement only made things worse. The thought of losing him was becomming more and more real in my mind. It had been something I'd considered impossible, but now it seemed more and more probable that Reese and I could be reaching our end together. I only squeezed him tighter. And, with passion and lust for him, something that I'm sure would never really die, I bent in a drew him into a long and powerful kiss. Through the tears, we sucked on each other's tongues. As the minutes passed, Reese began removing articles of clothing. Our shirts discarded, we made our way toward the bed. Kissing all the way, we moved down into the bed-covers. Reese drew back to kiss my neck. He was no longer crying. This was good. "I love you," I told him, running my fingers through his thick black hair. "I love you too," Reese replied, making his way down toward my bulging crotch. Soon, my cock was out and getting sucked on. Reese did a hell of a job, one of his best. And I made sure that I returned the favor ... Hours passed, and Reese and I continued to make love to each other. There was just no stopping us. I gripped his chest from behind, pushing him up against the wall. I drove my rod again and again deep inside him. He moaned and squirmed, but I had a fim grasp on his sweaty body. I pounded him and pounded him. God we had fun that evening. Reese screamed with a mixture of pleasure and extasy. And I kept at it, thrusting in and out, making him shake with each hump. I soon reached my fourth climax. And it was the best one. Having blown my last load, I let my body lifelessly drop back onto the bed. Reese did the same, falling into place right beside me. We were still panting. And for a long half hour, as the sun slowly went down in the sky, Reese and I lay together on my bed. There were no words, which surprised me. But, perhaps there was simply nothing to be said. Maybe all the communication needed had taken place in the act of sex. I didn't want to believe that, though. Reese and I were about more than just sex. I sighed, putting my arm around him. "How was that for you?" "The best," my man replied immediately. He turned his head to look me in the eyes. "It was the best, Jake." "Yeah," I said, smiling, "I know I'm the best." I thought a little humour would lighten the situation. But, there was still tension between us, even after the love making. Reese smiled back, but didn't say anything else. Instead, he turned back to the ceiling. He continued to stare up at the tiling there, until he suddenly turned back to me. "Jake, do you want to keep hanging around with Chase?" I really didn't know how to answer that. It seemed like such a small issue, but for Reese it wasn't. For him, and for our relationship, this was a major situation. I knew I had to answer this question perfectly. I drew in a deep breath and gave it a shot, "I enjoy hanging out with Chase. He's a nice guy, and I like him. But, I'm in love with you." Reese's eyes brightened a little. "I would die for you, Reese. If me hanging around with a guy that did make a move on me jeapardizes us in any way, then I'm staying the fuck away from him." Reese didn't answer me with words. Right after I was done talking, he got up on top of me and we began kissing. It was good. Reese was an awesome kisser when he wanted to be. And, right now, he wanted to be. The frenching lasted about five minutes, and afterward, Reese re-assumed his position next to me on the bed. He let out a long breath, "I think I could be with you for the rest of my life." Nothing he could say would have affected me more than that. My body felt all warm and tingly. He wanted us to be together forever. What a concept, I thought. I'd always imagined our relationship ending at some point, just not soon. What if we did end up being together for the rest of our lives. We certainly did love each other, so it was possible right? "I feel the same way," I replied finally, givng him a little peck on the lips. "What we have is too special." "Yeah," Reese agreed, turning back to the ceiling. He seemed to be deep in thought. "What you thinking about?" I asked him tenderly. "Just you," he answered, "Us, and the shit that's been happening lately." He turned back to me, "Let's not fight about this anymore." I agreed with him, and we went back to silence. There was still something that I wasn't clear on. He'd asked if I wanted to hang out with Chase. I'd answered yes, but that he was worth sacrificing that friendship. Reese hadn't told me wether or not he wanted me to be friends with him or not. I could have asked him, but I decided to just let it be. There'd been enough fighting over this in the first place. I just wanted things to get back to normal. Reese and I spent the rest of the evening together. After we finally parted company and he left for home, I made my way downstairs for the rec room, and the large-screen tv there. Dropping down into the leather couch, I relaxed. A lot had been happening to me in the past few days. My relationship with Reese had taken on a few twists. However, I was still confident that things would be okay. As I watched tv, attempting to forget about my problems for a couple of hours, one thing was still on my mind. Chase. There are no words to describe my feelings for Reese, but over the past little while, I'd developed feelings for Chase as well. More than friendship, but not love. And as much as I tried to tell myself that I could stay away from Chase in order to keep Reese happy, I knew I probably couldn't. I enjoyed the time I spent with Chase, and most of the time that I spent with Reese was when we argued. I was having more fun with Chase. And even though I desperately wanted to repair things with Reese, I knew that abandoning my friendship with Chase wasn't going to help. I reached for the phone. But, I stopped myself as my hand closed around the receiver. I couldn't do it, but I couldn't not do it, either. I wanted to call Chase and shoot the shit a little. But I kept picturing Reese's face. I could see him crying. Damn! I thought, What a situation I'd gotten myself into. I decided again, that Reese was worth letting Chase go. But then I decided that I shouldn't have to let go of my friends for Reese. He should understand that I'm my own person and who I wish to hang out with is my own business. I shook everything from my mind finally, and got up from the couch for the bathroom down the hall. I decided to have a bath. Starting to take off my clothes, I noticed how sore my dick was. I'd just been having sex for the better part of five hours. That was no quicky. Thinking back, I couldn't remember any other time that Reese and I had made love to each other for so long. I smiled, recognizing how lucky I was. Basically, I could have sex with this amazingly hot guy whenever I wanted. Slipping into the freshly poured bath, I tried to think about other things - like what was going to be on the X-Files that week. But, no matter how much I tried to stop thinking about Reese and Chase, and the sets of problems that came along with each of them, I couldn't. Taking in a deep breath, I leaned back into the wall of the bath. Completely relaxed, I began considering my options where guys were concerned. Could things truly be patched up with Reese? Would I be happier with Chase? I had no idea what to do. The more I tried to tell myself that things could get back to normal with Reese, the more I thought about the possibilities with Chase. I kept feeling his hands on me. Finally, after much silent debate in the time I spent in the tub, I decided that I would just play things by ear. I knew one thing for sure, no matter how much lust I felt for Chase, I was in love with Reese. So, I would try to make things right with him. And, if things were to come to an end with Reese, then Chase was still waiting for me. I smiled to myself again. I hadn't exactly solved all of my problems, but I at least had somewhere to start. After finishing in the bath, I dragged myself back to the rec room. Not two minutes after I'd taken a seat in the couch, the phone rang. I picked it up, "Hello?" "Hi, Jake." It was Chase. My body surged with electricity. "Hey, Chase! Sup?" "Nothing really," he replied, sounding so pleasant, "I'm just a little bored tonight." "You didn't go out?" "Yeah," Chase explained, "I just got in. I guess I just felt like talking to you." He knew exactly what to say and when to say it. A quality that Reese sometimes lacked. "Cool, what'd you do?" "Went to the Galleria, same shit really. No one was there." "Oh yeah, I pretty much stayed in tonight," I told him, sitting back in the couch. There was a brief pause, afterwhich Chase said, "So how are things with Reese?" I considered very carefully how I'd answer that question. "Well, things are good, I guess." "Did you two fight again tonight?" he asked. He wasn't prying into my personal affairs. I'd let him in on my situation with Reese over the past few days. He'd been supportive. "At first," I answered. "Then we were alright." "Oh," uttured Chase, obviously getting my drift. He almost sounded disappointed. I regretted telling him. Suddenly, my own interests were knocked aside by Chase's. I knew that he was waiting for me. The events of that evening had suggested that my relationship with Reese would most probably be lasting for a while longer. "Chase, look," I began, clearing my throat. "You shouldn't be waiting for me." "I am," Chase admitted, cutting me off. "Well, don't," I said, "Reese and I kind of made up tonight. I'm . . . I'm attracted to you, but I still love Reese." There aren't words to describe what was happening inside of me. I wanted to keep my options open, but Chase's feelings had to take precedent. "I am, and I will," Chase insisted, "How ever long it takes. But, I won't interfere with you and Reese. I just wanted to be someone that you could talk to." "And you are," I assured him, "You've been awesome, Chase." "Well, my door's still open." "I know." He was such a good person. And he seemed to be quite in love with me. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school," he said, closing the conversation. "Yeah, bye Chase." "Bye, have a good sleep." And, with that, he hung up the phone. I sat back again, wondering what to do. My problems were far from solved, that was for sure. I had two extremely hot, extremely caring, extremely awesome guys completely in love with me. Most guys would kill to have this happen to them. But, believe me, it's more complicated than you think. Should I continue this story? Tell me at mchalejamie@hotmail.com!