Copyright 2001. The following story is a work of fiction, and the rights of this series belong to its author. If you are under 21 (or younger depending on the laws in your part of the world), leave now; get out and enjoy life, make new friends, take up a sport, do anything that will expand your experiences in a positive way! Life is precious, and too many times we let days slip by in careless waste. Warning: this story has graphic (but hopefully not too graphic) depictions of homosexual sex. If this is not what you are searching for, please return whence you came. This is the first story submitted by the author, who feels slightly embarrassed when questioned on the subject.
Chapter 1. Home is where the heart is-
"Uungh," Jase said as I stopped what I was doing and raised my head.
"Zach, I was almost there," he moaned, but I just shook my head and turned carefully around, my own erection fading quickly as I sought for the source of my sudden uneasiness. I hunched between his legs at the edge of the bed, facing towards the window and the intermittently flashing, rumbling darkness outside. Jase began to work himself with his hand, shaking the bed with the force of his strokes, and try as I might, I could not shut out the impending orgasm behind me. With his breath sounding in harsh, staccato bursts, Jase came. Hot, heavy drops splashed across my back in what seemed a brief precursor of the rain that would surely fall onto the empty streets any minute now.
Jase slowly let his breath out, relaxing into stillness, and then after a moment murmured, "Zach. . .what's wrong?" The question broke the silence as he reached to pull me into his embrace, pressing his chest to me tightly so that I could feel his heart still beating fast.
"Jase, shh. Do you hear something?"
"Only the blood pounding in my ears," he murmured into my hair, stroking my chest lightly with his hands and gently rubbing my nipples back to hardness.
"Yeah, yeah", I said, "whatever, but I thought I heard my name, or just, well, something's not right. Maybe a chair fell off a table downstairs."
Jase stopped moving his hands and hugged me gently. After listening silently with me for a minute or two, he spoke. "All I hear is thunder," he said, as he began to maneuver me onto my back.
"Maybe. . ." I thought to myself, but said nothing more.
As he kissed his way down my stomach, Jase nuzzled the neat line of dark hairs that gathered themselves across my upper body and then skipped a space, jumping lower to my navel as they trailed away south. My erection quickly returned as I felt his lips touch me. Basking in this attention, I thought back to when Jase and I met in college, to when I realized that what I wanted most was to build a future with him. Our inheriting a small amount of money from Jase's grandfather on graduation had made many things possible, including the old storefront over which we now lived and worked. Jase and I sold our souls two years ago to become partners with my oldest sister Kara, who had struggled through debt, divorce, and single parenthood to hold onto a small sandwich and coffee shop in an historical area near the downtown. This same area was now undergoing urban renewal thanks to the somewhat autocratic and controversial policies of the current mayor, so it was with high hopes we entered the real' world of long hours and poor cash flow. The building's owner had worked a deal for the last year with my sister regarding rent and the employment of his youngest daughter Jesse; we made her our hostess, which was a grandiose title given the feel-free-to-serve-yourself atmosphere of the little shop. Jesse quickly took to us and we to her, since she had a sunny personality that made most people smile just to see her. She also liked to hang out with two way cute guys' as she put it, and often went shopping with us or to the movies.
Makin' sandwiches for a living (as Jase often put it) was a lot tougher than we thought it would be. Jase griped about our delivery service, whose regular daily orders kept us in business; there were quite a few offices in the downtown faxing in orders that he had to coordinate and then see to the delivery of. As business picked up, Kara, Jase and I sat down and worked out a deal with a food courier service to handle most deliveries for us and also hired two college students part- time to help with the lunch rush. Sam was a friend of Jesse's and Eric had applied immediately after we put a help-wanted ad in the window. Eric soon put us all to shame with his enthusiasm for even the most menial work. He attacked every job with gusto, often getting in competitions with Sam over who made up the most orders that day. Having the service and the extra help kept our efforts focused solely on filling the orders on time and in keeping our standards high. And, even after raising prices to cover the new budget, our customers remained willing to sacrifice for quality. Jase, for his part, was positively ecstatic and much more pleasant to be around, a thought I generally kept to myself.
Time passed; we began to make friends with many of the customers who came in and ate every day. Old and young, word of mouth brought their friends, and their friends' friends. The local historic tours had a stop nearby, which was provided a steady trickle of tourists as well. The business took up most of our waking hours, but somehow we still found time for each other no matter how tired we were. So, here I was, happily ensconced with my lover, best friend, and partner in every sense gazing fondly down at me as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
"I should stop right about now just to be fair, Zach" he said conversationally, but continued to work his hand along my rigid self.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," I gasped, "it's just that. . .uhh. . .I thought I. . .ummh. . ." I began to move my hips in time to his strokes, and he laughed.
"That's right, you shouldn't let your mind wander during sex. . .or, is it just that you no longer find me attractive and the possibility of someone else calling out your name holds more interest for you?"
On Jase's last word, I erupted and shot long streaks of my own across his bare chest to complement the drying patches there already. "Ooof. . .oof. . .oof. . .unnh. . .ahhhhh. . .God, Jase, you really do have a knack for this, you know? I sure am glad I didn't trade you in for a newer model last year. OWWW!!". At this point, I saw more than a few stars and I jerked up to grab onto the cause of my sudden, extreme pain. As I hugged Jase fiercely, he eased his grip between my legs and lowered us both again onto the bed.
"I sincerely hope you don't mean that," he sniffed. I said nothing in reply but only hugged him tighter, panting slightly as the rain finally began to pour down outside and wash the city clean.