Story category recommendation: Relationships. I'm not sure how it started. Or if I could have avoided it.
Jake and I met last summer, almost a year ago. We were both vacationing at the same beach, as drunk as can be. A few fleeting glances, smiles, and some heated flirting. It was no surprise for anyone to know that that night we ended up having sex behind one of the portable toilets. I had a good time. We got along quite well, and from that moment on, we became inseparable. We lived in the same city, had similar interests, and compatible personalities. A coincidence that led to a loving and passionate relationship. He was doing his medical internship at a hospital that was just a few minutes away from my apartment. While I was working my first job at a law firm. During the first few months, there were no problems. We didn't fight. We became the envy of our groups of friends. And, really, that didn't change. But as time went on, the stress of his work began to weigh more heavily on Jake. I didn't blame him. I saw him come home tired every night, every morning. With that, the times we fucked decreased significantly. I would start to caress his ass, kiss him on the neck, to which he would smile a bit. However, after a few seconds, he would let out a sigh, responding that he was exhausted. At that moment, I would stop. What else could I do? I wasn't going to allow myself to be the kind of boyfriend who became another obstacle in his partner's career. So I would just nod, leave a kiss on his forehead, and we would go to sleep. Mark. Mark was Jake's best friend. They went to the same high school, college. And now they were lucky enough to be doing their internship at the same institution.
Based on what Jake told me, Mark was a whore. At least since their college days. He always went to parties, and in each one, he spent the night with a different guy. Jake wasn't like that. And I realized he was telling the truth because on the occasions when we went partying with his group of friends, indeed Mark ended up kissing some stranger, after which he disappeared. It all started last Tuesday. Jake would finish his shift earlier, so I would go pick him up at the hospital to go on a movie date. I arrived at the emergency room door, with almost no movement at that hour. There, I noticed on one side, behind a pillar, Mark. He was smoking a cigarette, and he didn't take long to notice my presence, approaching in my direction. I cursed him in my mind.
And if I haven't mentioned it, Mark had a huge ass. One of those that made every guy, girl, turn around to look at him in a place. He had a small waist and an angelic face. I give him a smile out of courtesy. He does the same. "Hey, Peter, are you here to pick up Jake?" He asks. I confirm with a nod. "You'll have to wait a few minutes, I just saw him going to change." He explains, to which I let out a sigh, putting my hands in the pockets of my jacket.
We chat a bit, nothing important, just the usual. It's not what we talk about. It's his gaze, I can feel it. How he follows every one of my movements, my muscles, bulge. I try not to pay attention to it. However, in one or two moments, I find my eyes focused on his waist. Finally, luckily, Jake exits the hospital, approaches us, and greets me with a kiss on the mouth. I make the mistake of keeping my eyes open during that action. Mark watches us, both of us, but I am aware that he is really looking at me, kissing his best friend, my boyfriend.
"Have a good date. Take care of him, Jake, don't let him get stolen." Jake doesn't take it seriously, I guess that's how they interact, he just flips him off amid laughter, mocking him as we walk away. But something in me makes me think it was more than a joke. We have a good night. Kisses, caresses, and a few touches that go further. But we control ourselves while at the cinema. Upon arriving at my apartment, I go to the bathroom. When I come out, I start taking off my shirt as I enter the room. In bed, Jake is asleep. Maybe on another occasion, I would have considered it cute. However, at that moment, I feel anger. I'm horny as fuck.
And that's where I'm now. I lie down on the bed. I take out my phone and decide to watch some porn before going to sleep. Before that, I open Instagram, check a few stories. I'm about to proceed to my original goal when I come across Mark's story. In a club. Behind him is a guy, taller than him, muscular. They're dancing and the stranger is pressed against him, playing with his ass.
I watch the story again. Before I know it, I'm in a loop, and I've started to caress my dick, over the underwar. Fucking Mark. He's such a slut. He hasn't even had respect for me, who's his best friend's boyfriend. I go to his profile. At that point, I'm already jerking off, hard. I check his photos, each one of them. I end up leaving the screen still on one of them. In the picture, he's at the beach. I zoom in on his ass. His huge ass. My breathing quickens. I increase the speed. I close my eyes with the image in my mind. I came. A huge load. My cock twitch as I let out a moan imagining how it would feel to be inside of Mark, to fuck him, break him. I check that Jake is still sleeping. He is. I go to close instagram so I can clean the mess I made.
In that action, I fuck it up. Unintentionally, I clicked like to that photo. Which is over a year old. I quickly unlike it, a drop of sweat sliding down my forehead. I pray he hasn't seen it. And I almost convince myself of that. However, I receive a notification. Mark has liked an old photo of mine, where I'm shirtless, alone.
Shit. To be continued... valentinoda2020@hotmail.com I'm open to hear from anybody who reads me. And some feedback.