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After a restless night, I was up first, showered, brushed my teeth and started dressing for work before Hank stirred. He rolled over, looked at me, "I love you, Mike." he said. I told him he didn't have to get up as early now that he knew his way to work. "Sleep in." He got up anyway.
I went to the kitchen to start coffee, was surprised to see a pot already on. Looked around for Sam, but he wasn't there. I found a note on the table saying he had already gone, would see me at work. I was reading the note when Hank walked in. I showed it to him. "I guess I really fucked up last night, didn't I Mike?" he said.
"No, you did not, Hank and do not worry about it, he is a big boy and can sort this out by himself." "I will speak with him later in the day." "I have no idea where his mind is at this moment, but I know he will be ok, Sam is an incredibly strong person." "Come here and give me a kiss." I said.
Hank came over, hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply. "I love you, Mike, I really do." "Back at you." I replied. "If we do not stop this, I will miss my train!" "I will call you later in the morning and give you an update on Sam." I grabbed a cup of coffee, inhaled it and rushed out the door to catch the train.
On the ride in, I kept thinking about last night. I should have gone to his room to talk. I was sure had I done that, I would have made love to him?I know I wanted to. At the same time, I was glad I did not. I really had to sort this whole thing out with Hank, first. I did have strong feelings for him, but was it love, was it just sex, what was it? Shit! What a mess!
When I arrived at the office, the receptionist told me Mr. Burton left a document on my desk and went home. She said he looked very ill. I went to my office, opened the folder, which contained a revised version of the contract for Hank. No note, nothing. I called his cell, which went straight to voicemail, meaning it was turned off. I left a message for him to please call me.
I could hardly concentrate on my work, rethinking last night, everything but what I was supposed to be doing. Thank goodness, I did not have court today. At lunch, I tried to call Sam, again to voicemail. I decided I would go to his apartment as soon as I could break away. Called Hank to let him know what was going on and that I might be late getting home.
Mid afternoon, I left, took the bus to Sam's apartment, knocked on his door. No Answer. I kept on knocking until finally it opened, but it was not Sam. I did not know this half naked person, but asked, "Where is Sam?" He told me Sam was in bed and did not want to see me. I said, "Fuck you, get out of my way." as I pushed past him. He grabbed my shirt, turned me around and was just about to punch my lights out, when I heard Sam yell, "Reid, stop that shit. Get your clothes on and leave."
A naked Sam stood there glaring at me, "You really want to fuck me up, don't you, Mike?" I asked him what he meant by that. "I needed to be away from you, to get my head together before I had to face you again, and here you are?you are killing me, Mike." Before I could answer, Reid came walking past and asked where his money was. I stood there with my mouth wide open as Sam handed him several bills. Then he left.
"What the fuck, Sam? A fucking whore, a fucking whore?" "Have you completely lost your mind/" I yelled. "Don't you dare judge me, Mike." he shouted. "I am not judging, I just don't understand, a fucking whore!" "Do you want sex so badly that you have to hire a prostitute?" I said loudly. "Do you want to suck me, no wait, you've done that. Do you want to fuck me or me fuck you." I screamed at him. "Well, OK, Sam, you get your wish!" I said as I began to strip. Sam stood there in shock, not believing what he was hearing or seeing.
When I was completely naked, I held up my arms and shouted at him, "I surrender, come and get me, big boy, I am all yours, fuck my brains out, stick that 9 incher in my pulsating ass, come on, I am waiting." I stood there staring at him, waiting for a response. The tension was palpable, then suddenly, we both burst out into hysterical laughter. He came over to me, grabbed me, held me tight and kissed me. As we were standing there, I realized I had a major boner and was grinding it into Sam's.
Sam pulled away, "We have to stop this now before it goes any further." he said. I was on fire. "No, we don't, I want you Sam." I said as I grasp his cock and began to stroke. He pushed my hand away. "Not like this, Mike, not like this." "I want you, but I want you to love me, make love to me, not fuck me!" "Can't you understand that?" I answered, "No, Sam, I can't, I barely understand what is going on with me, much less understand you" "Shit! How did I ever get myself in to this mess, and it is a mess."
"Last week, i was a miserable bastard, hated my life, hated my job, hated everyone except you." "You were the oasis in this barren desert of my life." "I had no idea you lusted after me, had no idea I could have feelings for another man, I was totally lost." "I guess that is what attracted me to Hank." "Here was a boy, who's life was worse than mine, on the streets, poor, dirty?I had to know why and what I could do to help him."
Sam interrupted me, "Mike, that quality is one I do not have." "I would have never given thought to take in a homeless boy and help him get his life in order." "You have a giving soul, Mike, you want to fix everything, even me." "Fucking me, no matter how wonderful it would be, will not fix this situation." "You need to put on your clothes, go home to Hank and the two of you decide where all this is going." "I will be ok, I promise."
I was concerned about his need to hire a prostitute for sex. He told me he had known Reid for years and he was sorta like a booty call. "He is not a prostitute, he is a personal trainer at the gym I go to." "Yes, I pay him, but it is worth it, he drops everything when I call." I said I still thought he was a whore for taking money for having sex. Sam just laughed. No further explanation. I started getting dressed, a little disappointed that I didn't fuck him, but knew he was right.
The train was crowded and the ride seemed to take forever. I couldn't concentrate for thinking about Sam. When I did manage to pull it together, I thought about Hank and what was I going to tell him. Crap! It seems all I do it hurt people, whether I mean to or not. In court, it was intentional, pulling out all stops to win my case. But the 2 most important people in my life, I was hurting Sam and probably would do the same to Hank. God, please help me.
Walking home, I was dreading what was going to happen. I had to tell Hank the truth. I had to reassure him of my love and wanting him to be happy. I would tell him I needed time to figure things out and I hoped he understood. I walked in, saw this beautiful boy in the kitchen, preparing something for dinner. I walked over to him, put my ams around him, kissed his neck and started to cry.
"What's wrong, Mike?" he asked. I just shook my head and held on to him, sobbing. He guided me to the living room, to a big overstuffed chair. He sat down, pulling me down on his lap, holding me very tightly and lovingly. Again he asked what was wrong. After a few minutes, I said, "It's Sam." "Tell me." he said.
I began with the him not being at work today, not answering my calls, me going to his apartment, everything that happened. He asked me if I had sex with him. "No, I did not, but I would have." "Sam refused me." Hank said very calmly, "Is that what upset you so much, that he refused you?" "No, Hank, it is this whole situation, my mind is so fucked up?I don't know what I want, I don't know how I feel about anything."
i continued with my thoughts about my life before he came into it, how miserable I was. "Then, I took you in, someone who's life was worse than mine and I was helping you, that gave me a real purpose, changed my outlook on my life." "I never expected anything from you, but then we had sex and you wanted me?me! Someone that was totally fucked by my best friend and wife." "I suddenly realized I could love again, I desperately wanted to feel that love again and I did?I do."
"Hank, I do not know if I am loving you for the right reasons or not, but I truly do love you." "Is it the forever kind of love, I do not know." "You are a beautiful young man, with a bright future ahead of you, why would you want me?" Hank looked deep into my eyes and said, "Mike you always over think things; should I let Hank suck my dick, should I suck his, should I fuck him?" "Just let it happen, I know the risks. I could just as easily fall for someone else as you could." 'But how are we going to find out the depth of our love and commitment to each other if we don't try?"
I asked him how did he get so wise in 18 years. "19 in 2 weeks." he corrected. "Ok, 19 years." He went on to explain how being without a mother, living with an abusive father and living on the streets, etc. made him more attuned to the world around him. "Everything I have now is a gift and if I lost it all tomorrow, I know how to help myself, no more streets for me." "That is because of you, Mike."
I sat there silently, not knowing what to say. He kissed me and asked if I bought condoms and lube. I answered, "I did, they are in my briefcase." "Then let's get busy, screw the running tonight, I want you to fuck me." he said. We got up, took the condoms and lube from my briefcase and headed to the bedroom. I stopped him before he got in the bed. "Hank, I want you to fuck me, I need to feel you inside me." He looked surprised and asked if I was sure. "Yes.." I said, I am sure."
Before we started the love making, Hank said he had something to tell me. "You aren't the only one who has doubts and conflicting feelings, Mike." "Today, we had another fashion shoot with Lukas." "This one was a little more provocative than the last...underwear." I just stared at him and waited for him to continue. "I was helping him get changed, selecting the next underwear Jordy wanted to shoot, each one getting slimmer and more revealing." he said. "I actually sprung a boner, which he noticed, but didn't say anything."
"And?" I said. "Nothing happened, but to be honest, I was very turned on by him." he answered. "Did he have a boner, too?" I asked. "Well, sort of, not a full on one, but definitely a little chubbed up." "It was very hot seeing him naked with a semi." he said. "He gave me his phone number and asked me to call him.'" He wanted my number, but I did not give it to him." "All I could think of this afternoon was what it would be like with him, he is very handsome and has an awesome body."
"What stopped you?" I asked. "You, I couldn't betray you, I love you, Mike." "I owe you my love and loyalty." he said. "Stop it right there, Hank." I replied. "You do not owe me anything." "Our relationship must be built on trust and honesty, which you just were, honest; I appreciate that." "I was honest with you, too, about Sam, that is how it has to be." "If you owe me anything, that is it, honesty and trust, ok?" He shook his head in understanding.
With the discussion about trust and honesty over, I pulled Hank down on top of my body, kissed him and whispered, "Fuck me, Hank, now." Hank raised up on his elbows, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Are you really sure, Mike?" I shook my head, yes. "Mike, in all honesty, I have never fucked anyone before, only been fucked." he nervously said. "That's ok, Hank, we will learn together." "Put on a condom, lube my ass and your sheathed cock, stretch me out like you did the other night, then slowly put your dick in."
I spread my legs, held them up with my arms. Hank started with his fingers, one, two, three?it really hurt at first, but, soon, my body began to adjust to it. I was feeling pleasure as I did the other night?just hoped I could hold on until he inserted his dick. He pulled his fingers out and touched his cock head to my sphincter then began to gently push. I was watching the serious look on his face as he slowly entered me. It was hurting me and I grunted. He stopped, said,"I am hurting you, Mike, I can't do this."
I let go of my legs and pulled him to me, kissed him and told him to keep going, slowly. He did, inch by inch, until his cock was fully engulfed in my ass. He stopped a minute, then began to move it back and forth. We were getting into a matching rhythm and it started to feel good. Every time he hit my prostate, I thought I would lose it. I lost my erection, but I didn't care. Hank took my cock in his hand, began to massage it and my balls.
I was feeling such pleasure, inside and out. Without warning, I began to shoot ropes of cum all over my chest, neck and even some on my face. Hank was bucking wildly now and screamed he was going to cum. I told him to pull out, take off the condom and cum on my body. He did and instantly covered my body in massive amounts of cum. Then, he collapsed on my body. I was kissing the top of his head until he pulled up and began licking the cum off my face and kissing me, sharing my seed.
"That was fantastic." I said. "Who knew it could be so wonderful?'" Hank was hugging me tightly, very silent for a few moments before he spoke, "Mike, all the time I was worried it would be like the 2 times I got fucked, it hurt like hell." "I vowed I would never take it up the ass again, but seeing how much you loved it, I can't wait for you to fuck me." I told him after we recovered, I would make love to him, not fuck him. He smiled, kissed me and started to pull away.
"Where are you going?" I asked. "I need to take a piss, then get a towel to clean up this mess we made." I told him I thought we should shower, then eat something, I was very hungry. He was right, we were both dripping in cum. We showered and went to the kitchen for food. I could not keep my hands off him, one horny bastard.
As we were eating, my mind went back to Sam. I was glad he stopped me from making a big mistake. Yes, I did have strong feelings for him, would have probably let him fuck me, but I was glad it was Hank who took my cherry. After cleaning the kitchen, we went back to the bedroom. I was about to cum again in anticipation of making love to Hank. He lay down on the bed. I stood there looking at him, so beautiful, so loving, I knew at that moment I really loved him. It wasn't lust, it was love. I looked up and said, "Thank you for this gift!"
Another installment completed. Hope you like this story so far. And thank you to the many who wrote with suggestions on where this story should go. I have no clear idea yet, but taking all the ideas you sent in to consideration. It is World Series time and the next installment may be delayed. Go Cards!