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Could Have Fooled Me Chapter II By J.S. Hoselton
I almost wished we could have just stayed in the shower. The ominous click of the shower door closing seemed to be forever suspended in the air. The silence was so sudden. "So you're girlfriend is gone for the night?" I asked while picking up a towel and drying myself off.
"Yea, her best friend is getting married in two months. It's crunch time for them as far as last minutes arrangements so she'll be staying there tonight," he answered and took the towel from me and started to gently dry my body.
The silence returned as he dried me off. He handed me back the towel and walked over to the sink looking at himself in the mirror. I could almost feel his regret feel the room and its suddenness took me by surprise. Just minutes ago, we were making love but now it seemed like it never happened.
"Would you like for me to leave or do you want to talk?"
"This is a little overwhelming," he said, dropping his head. "That was... well, amazing. I can't even begin. But what now?" and a laugh escaped him.
"What now?" I echoed.
He just stood there still sparkling from the wetness. He had no expression on his face until he turned and looked up at me.
I walked toward him and hugged him tight and he began to sob into my shoulder. I whispered to him, "Now, I go home."
"I wish I could ask you to stay," he said through his sobs. "Do you understand?"
"I understand, Danny. It's hard." Pulling away from him he looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks. I leaned in and kissed each of his temples next to his eyes and then used my own cheeks to wipe away his tears. "I'm here if you need me." With that I turned and grabbed my clothes bag and headed out of the room to dress, and then I walked away.
That night I tossed and turned in bed replaying the shower over and over and over. For so long I've let my own snobbish tendencies control my emotions and my perception of people. His male ego was so overwhelming at times that he was never more than an object of potential lust for me. But tonight... he let me see a side of him that never before had I even tried to open my eyes to. My mind began to wander in and out of conscious thought and the reality of it all seemed so distant. I decided to let my dreams answer this one and drifted off to sleep.
Around 3:15 am my phone awakened me. He sounded drunk.
"Jeremiah?" he slurred. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just can't. I...I feel like I've... I'm not a fag."
And with that he hung up.
Pulling myself out of bed the next morning was excruciating. My entire body was stiff, sore, and throbbing. I could feel the blood pulsating through my veins and could hear the blood ringing in my ears. The heat from the shower was a huge relief to the tension but the soreness did not leave. Bending over to dry my legs was the most difficult thing. Or so I thought, until I went to put my shoes on. The only good thing about the pain was that it was a distraction from the night before and more importantly from the late night phone call. The bags under my eyes, however, were a reminder that I had cried myself back to sleep.
Unlocking the door to my store actually felt different today and greeting my morning crew was actually an unexpected surprise and despite the pain, I felt rejuvenated...from the workout at least. I left my crew to the morning "to do's" and went to work in the office. Two hours seemed to pass unnoticed. My mind drifted in an out of the previous night and several times I had to stop and wipe my eyes dry when his piercing words cut through my head. My thoughts would become so intense I'd find myself in a trans almost and a noise from outside the office would shake me back into reality.
"Morning," Danny said from behind me shaking me out of yet another deep moment of thought.
Startled, yet without turning around I answered, "That it is."
Going back to what I was doing, his presence was unbelievably noticeable. He seemed to linger behind me doing who knows what. Still hurt from the phone conversation, if you would even call it that, it was impossible to find words say to him.
"You don't have to explain," I said rising from my chair. Turning to him I found his eyes and moved toward him and hugged him. Pulling away some, I again looked at him and with my hands I began to unfasten his belt. He sort of grinned down at me so I continued by unbuttoning his pants and pulled down his zipper. Underneath he had on white cotton boxer briefs. His growing manhood was more than visible through the material. After sliding his pants down his legs, I grabbed the waste band of his briefs and pulled them over the front of his erection and down his legs. Taking his firm piece into my hand I began to stroke him slowly. His moans began to fill the room to the point that if I didn't stop he'd draw attention to us. So I did just that...I stopped. He sort of stepped back in shock almost surprised that I stopped yet without a moment's hesitation, his hands were on my waste pushing me against the wall. I barely got a glimpse of his face before his mouth was pressed into mine, his tongue searching my mouth for my tongue. Pulling me into him, I felt his still hard cock grind into my now rock hard manhood through my pants.
His mouth moved down my jaw line to my neck and he began to suck and lick and chew on my neck with such aggression that I knew what was yet to come was going to be more than gratifying. Moving my hands to his shoulders I said to him, "You hurt me last night...FAG!" then pushed him off of me bringing my knee into his crotch. He doubled over screaming only to be cut off by the palm of my hand striking his back sending him to the floor.
Seeing him lying there sprawled out and helpless I felt this huge weight had been lifted off of me, but at the same time I wanted to hold his face in my hands and tell him that I loved hi....
"Morning," Danny said from behind me shaking me out of yet another deep moment of thought.
I spun around in my chair to face him hoping to find something to say, but fell speechless when before me he stood with his head at his feet and his hands clasped in front of him. I followed a tear that formed on the tip of his nose as it dropped to the floor. He looked so vulnerable and diminished.
"Danny?" I asked.
"I'm ... soo...sorry, Jeremiah," he managed to say from behind his tears. "I shouldn't have let that happen last night."
I stood without taking my eyes from him hoping again to find words to say but his regret for our lovemaking stung almost as much as his call.
"I shouldn't have said what I said on the phone," he continued.
He wasn't talking at ALL about the shower. Confused I took a step back and lowered my eyes not sure who was more confused now...him or me.
"When you answered the phone I panicked. My girlfriend had come home and found me drunk on the floor...still naked. She asked what had happened and before I realized it, I was telling her exactly what happened. She slapped me a few times then turned to leave but started to cry instead." Danny started to sob as he tried to continue.
With that he stepped toward me. Looking into his eyes, I pulled his body into mine, hugging him close. His arms wrapped around my body and pulled me into him even closer as we both let out a huge sigh.
"When she stopped crying, she turned some but without looking at me said she was disgusted with me and ashamed that she had moved in with a fag," he said as best he could between sobs. "Before I knew it I had found your number and had you on the phone. I screwed up yesterday. I was confused...and I wasn't. It was all just too much for me and so I just...."
I kissed his cheek and pulled away from him. "You just did what any normal, confused man would do."
With that he sort of half smiled.
"She was angry. Can you blame her? You had sex with someone else, another MAN at that."
"I think what we did was more than just sex," he said from behind his moist eyes.
The sudden rush of emotions was more than I could handle and I fell into him as tears began to streak my face. "But what now?" I asked.
"What now?" he echoed. "Now, I go home."
Pulling away from him and wiping my eyes I sort of smiled unconvincingly and said, "ok."
"And when you get off work," he continued, "you'll come home...to me."
Pulling me into him he kissed away my freshly tear streaked cheeks. "I don't deserve this," I said to him as he pulled away.
"Could've fooled me."