Jock Buddy

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JOCK BUDDY

by derek phillips

CHAPTER 4 - MARTY

Martin Bradbury - Marty to his friends - carefully collected his drawings as he got ready to go over to his art professor's office to turn in his term project. He was an Art major, and everyone said he had a lot of talent.

He knew he did, but he also knew it took more than talent to get ahead in the art world. His handsome face and sexy, muscular body and big hard cock helped a lot too, and he knew just how to use them. There were a lot of queers in the art world, a lot of guys who would do almost anything for a chance to get their hands on Marty's body, feel his muscles and suck his big hard cock.

He'd learned that in high school, and it was working for him just as well here at college. His art professor, for example: Marty had seen the way the older man looked at the boy - the lust, the curiosity. He was teasing the professor still, waiting for the right moment to make his move, get the old guy hooked, cash in on his talents. Maybe tonight.

But right now he was horny.

He'd worked hard all day to complete his last drawings, and he needed to get his rocks off. He looked at his watch. He had time for a trip to the men's room at the Student Union, he could almost always find someone to service him there. He stripped off his sweats and stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring his body, groping himself as he looked at his tight, lean, muscular body.

Should he shower? He hadn't had a shower since yesterday. He lifted his arm and smelled his armpit. The heady aroma of his musky male scent got him even hornier. He loved his smell, and stood there with his arm buried in his own armpit for half a minute, sniffing eagerly, drunk with the sexy stench.

He wouldn't shower, and fuck anyone who couldn't handle it!

He looked at himself in the mirror again. Damn, his body was awesome!

Marty hated jocks - dumb studs with muscles between their ears as well as on their arms and chests - but it didn't hurt to look like one. He had bleached his light brown hair to blond to enhance the illusion. Everyone knew blonds were dumb.

A lot of people assumed he was dumb, because of his looks, but that didn't stop them from sucking his cock, or helping him get ahead. He worked out regularly, and had sculpted his body into a work of art in itself, everything in perfect proportion, muscles bulging where they should, sharply defined, potent, intimidating. He flexed for himself, admiring his arms and chest, which he knew were the equal of most of the muscle-heads on campus.

He posed, looking at himself in the mirror, loving what he saw, his big hard pecs, his rock hard six-pack abs, the light trail of hair leading from his navel down to his crotch. He had a perfect tan, dark and even over most of his body, except the skimpy area around his ass and crotch. He didn't have much body hair, and trimmed what there was.

Yeah, he looked hot. He picked up a couple of barbells and pumped up his arms and shoulders and pecs, making himself look even sexier. His cock swelled to erection quickly as he showed off his muscles for himself. He worked the weights slowly, loving the burn in his biceps, and the way that made his cock even harder.

Sometimes he made himself cum like this, pumping his muscles ever bigger and harder and sexier. He could cum without even touching himself, if he was horny enough. He liked to go without jerking off for two or three days so his nuts were full of cum and he was desperate for release, then get himself so worked up posing like this that his cock erupted all over the mirror.

But not today. Marty wanted a blow job.

He pulled on his tightest pair of jeans, no underwear, leaving the waistband unfastened, and posed some more. He looked awesome. The top of his neatly-trimmed bush showed just enough. His cock swelled, clearly outlined through the stretchy, well-worn denim.

Yeah, he'd go over to the Student Union and let some nerdy fag suck his cock so he could get his rocks off. His cock swelled and throbbed in his tight pants as he pictured the scene.

He loved having another guy kneeling in front of him, a young stud who liked to suck cock, worshipping his body and his sex, panting and sucking and moaning with need for Marty's awesome physique and huge hard tool. He liked to hold the kid's head in his hands and fuck it slowly, choking the cock-hungry fag with his big fuck pole, making him gag, shoving his cock in deeper and harder, holding it there as his balls emptied their load down the kid's throat and the boy swallowed eagerly and ran his hands up under Marty's tee shirt to feel his muscles, loving the awesome stud's incredible physique, squeezing his big hard pecs, rubbing his smooth soft hairless skin.

He felt precum oozing heavily from his cock head, and forced himself to stop imagining the scene soon to take place. Couldn't walk across campus with pecker tracks on his levis. He pulled on a skin-tight white muscle-tee and flexed again, loving the way it showed off his body. The sleeves were short, exposing his arms to his shoulders, and the bottom ended near his navel, exposing his lean hard abs. Stretched taught over his pecs, the tight shirt emphasized his large nipples, which pushed sexily against the thin knit cotton. He rubbed his nipples, then pinched them, loving the way that made his cock tingle and throb.

Dressed as he was, Marty looked like a total rent boy, a young stud who sold his body, like the ones he had seen online - just comparing himself to the competition - and he laughed at the image. He supposed he was a boy whore, in a way, he used his body to get what he wanted. Hell, wasn't everybody a whore, in a way?

With a last glance at his sexy muscles, Marty grabbed his jacket and hurried out. He needed his cock sucked, needed it bad.

He hoped he could find someone worthy of the honor, the last kid he'd had to settle for had been a total amateur, he'd gagged trying to swallow Marty's big cock, and he'd tried to take his mouth off the huge fuck-pole when it started to spurt. Marty had been forced to hold the kid's head down on his cock so he could pump his hot teen jism into the kid's mouth, he wasn't about to ruin an already mediocre blowjob by letting the kid just jerk Marty off when he came, and maybe get jism on Marty's pants. The feeling of the boy's tight virgin throat contracting as he made desperate retching gagging noises and struggled to breathe had made Marty cum even harder.

When he had finished cumming and let the boy off his cock, the kid had fallen back, gagging and choking, Marty's fresh hot cum drooling from his ravaged mouth, tears running from his eyes. But he had still looked up adoringly at the awesome muscle stud he had just serviced and his hand had pumped furiously at his own cock, hot teen jism spurting out all over his naked torso as he stared up at Marty's gorgeous muscles.

Marty had laughed as he stroked his still-erect cock, looking down at the naked boy. The kid's scrawny body was pitiful compared to his own, but something about seeing it exposed and vulnerable gave him a sudden thrill, made his balls churn and his cock throb harder. His big tool spurted a few more big gobs of his fresh hot jism onto the kid's face, running down over his cheek to drip onto his bare chest. The boy had stripped almost naked, and his skinny cum-splattered body looked sort of sexy to Marty.

He had shoved that thought away, and thought of pissing on the pathetic little homo, humiliating him with his hot urine. Yeah, bet he'd like that, being pissed on by such a hot stud. Naw, he'd wasted enough time on this nerd.

Marty had stuffed his cock back in his pants and left the naked boy lying there panting and twitching, covered with his own and Marty's fresh cum. The kid was rubbing the hot sticky cock juice all over himself, rubbing it into his skin, then licking his fingers, eating the mixture of ball juice.

"What a loser," Marty told himself, his sex still drooling with the memory of the blowjob, the feeling of eager hands on his muscles, the echoes of choking and gagging as the kid devoured his big hard cock.

Brad Jefferson pulled on his tee shirt and jeans and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Lookin' better all the time," he told himself. It was true, his body- building program was really paying off, and the new supplements didn't hurt. He flexed, admiring the awesome biceps, and his huge hard pecs. He pounded himself on the chest, loving the way it felt both to hit himself that way and to feel his pecs take the punishment. Taking pain was his special gift, he loved it hard, loved it to hurt at first, the pain always paid off.

Brad looked at the clock. He was supposed to meet Erik and Adam, but he still had some time. Maybe he could score a quick blowjob in the men's room at the Student Union. He was horny as hell, and even though he knew his jock buddies would help him out once he got to the bar, he wanted to relieve the pressure first. There was always an extra thrill to the anonymity of a stranger. He grabbed his letter jacket and headed out the door.

In the men's room at the Student Union, there was a steady stream of guys all day. Most of them were there to use the urinals or the cans, nothing more on their minds than their natural need to get rid of some body wastes.

But some of the guys who visited that room had something else in mind.

They were looking for sex, hot steamy man-to-man sex, either on the giving or receiving end.

The campus was full of horny jocks whose girlfriends were unavailable sometimes, or who just needed more than those chicks would deliver, so they strolled through the room when they needed a quick blowjob, looking for a guy who was looking at them.

The gay boys on campus who liked quick anonymous sex, liked to service straight boys, would stroll through too, eager to find a stud who was eager to be found. They would hang out there, exchanging the well-known signals that two men used to make that sort of connection. There was a long bare wall opposite the sink, and all one had to do was stand there for awhile, looking, and something would happen.

Marty Bradbury strolled into the men's room casually, looking around. He had decided that he wasn't going to settle for just any little faggot today, he needed someone special, a guy who looked straight, looked as good as Marty himself did.

He knew there were gay boys who tried to hide their preferences, pretend they were straight, but would drop their pretense when they saw the chance to hook up with an awesome stud like Marty. All he had to do was find one, and let the kid think he was connecting with a fellow spirit, another gay boy looking for hot sex, and he would be in business.

The kid would resent it when it turned out Marty was just trade, willing to let his cock be sucked, but not to do anything in return. But by then the kid would want Marty too bad to back out, he'd suck the other boy's dick, needing to feel that beautiful body, needing to suck that beautiful cock, needing to feel a connection with that awesome male beauty.

Maybe he would make the kid take his cock up the ass, he had tried that a few times and loved it even better than a blow job, but it took more time, and the right place. He knew a stairwell that offered the privacy it would take to bend the boy over and plug his ass good and hard. His balls throbbed. Yeah, that was it, he needed to fuck some queer in the ass, that would do it. The sight of his huge dick sinking into a guy's naked ass, the sounds of ecstasy as he shoved it in harder and harder, the ultimate thrill of emptying his balls into the other guy, his cock throbbing and pulsing and shooting, over and over and over, Take it, take my cock, take my cum, fuck you, fucking you, take it! That's what he needed tonight.

But not just any queer, someone special tonight.

Marty was disappointed, at first. There was one boy he could tell wanted him, but he was a geeky little kid, way beneath Marty's standards. He ignored the kid's hungry looks and leaned against the wall, waiting. Someone would show up, they always did.

He saw another kid, with dark spiky hair, and dark skin, and at least ten piercings, and tattoos peeking out of the top of his tee. Something about the punk made Marty's groin throb, the kid was cute, and all the adornments made him look sexy as hell. He had nice muscles, too. Not like Marty, but tight and hard and sexy. Nice little pecs, and his bare abs were lean and hard. Marty tried to shake that thought away, he wasn't supposed to find other guys sexy. But he couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to feel those hard pecs. He couldn't help wondering where else the boy had piercings, and his cock swelled. What if he had one of those rings through his cock head, or under his balls?

Marty pictured the kid kneeling in front of him, sucking him off. Then bent over, taking it up the ass, shouting for the blond stud to fuck him harder.

Yeah, that kid would do fine. But when he looked at the sexy punk, the boy just grinned and mouthed something and sauntered out.

What had the boy said?

"You wish!" were the words that leapt to Marty's mind. He flushed, and clenched his fists. Fucking faggot! He should follow that kid and beat the shit out of him.

But then he saw Brad.

Brad Jefferson strolled into the men's room, in a hurry.

He didn't really care who it was, or where. Any hungry mouth would do, he could always find some kid eager to go down on his big cock, in a stall right here would be fine, and once he had the kid sucking he usually just fucked his face until he popped his nuts, then pushed the kid aside and pulled his pants up and walked out, leaving the kid to whine and whimper in humiliation.

He liked making them whine and beg, lust after his perfect body, worship him, plead for more.

Marty saw Brad first.

"Wow," he thought. "That's some stud. I'd sure like to shove my cock between those hot lips. Bet he's straight though. Still."

Marty looked at Brad slowly, pouting a little, putting on his most seductive stare.

Brad saw Marty leaning against the wall as he walked in, but walked by casually, looking back to check the kid out in the mirror. He saw Marty's eyes follow him, and his cock throbbed.

"Yeah," he thought, "that one wants me, and he's a really hot number. Worth more than a quickie in a stall. Hmm, maybe I can get him to come to the bar with me, and Adam and Erik can join in the fun. Yeah!"

Brad turned and walked slowly back, and stared straight at Marty, walking slower as he approached him. The boy had big pouty lips, and Brad thought how great it would feel to slide his big cock between them. He grinned at the kid, winking, then licked his lips invitingly. He moved his head, motioning towards the door - "Come on, follow me," was the unmistakable message.

Marty couldn't believe it when the guy he wanted stared at him openly, and winked. That was the most blatant come-on he'd ever seen, and it made his cock twitch in his tight jeans.

"Fuck, yeah," he thought. "This is great, I don't care if he knows how to suck cock, he's so hot, just knowing a stud like him wants to ride my tool will make me cum like a bull! No way I'll get him to let me fuck him, though."

Brad led, and Marty followed.

The two of them walked up the street across from campus. Marty was expecting Brad to lead him to a dorm room, hoping for some mutual love- making. That was fine, he'd straighten the fag out and get what he wanted, and leave as soon as he got his rocks off.

Then when the boy turned onto Main Street, he started to worry. Maybe he'd made a mistake, the kid wasn't looking for sex after all. He slowed, getting ready to turn around and go back to the men's room. He wasn't willing to waste any more time on a dud.

But then the boy stopped, turned, backed into a doorway, leaned against the wall there, grinned sexily at Marty.

Brad walked out of the Student Union, glancing back, making sure the stud from the men's room was following him. The kid looked afraid, nervous, like he hadn't done this before. That turned Brad on even more. He loved fucking virgins, making it hurt just enough to satisfy his need to dominate, but making them love it enough to come back for more.

Maybe he should forget about going to the bar, take this kid to his room, fuck him in private, keep him to himself. He turned onto Main Street, looking back again. The boy was starting to lag behind, like he was losing interest, or afraid.

Brad stopped, moving into a doorway, enticing the boy forward.

Marty walked slowly up to the muscle boy, hypnotized, aroused by the danger. He stopped about a foot away.

"How they hangin, dude?" Brad asked.

Marty felt his cock surge. Up close, the other boy was even more attractive. This stud was really something, easily a match for Marty in the looks department, and built like a fucking Mack truck, with big muscles, big and hard. He must be some sort of jock, an athlete. It seemed impossible, a guy like this couldn't be a fag.

"They're hangin," Marty replied, his heart racing.

He was shocked and aroused even more when Brad reached out and pulled Marty closer, then started rubbing his pecs, grabbing his big hard nipples and tugging them through his tight tee-shirt. Marty gasped as his cock swelled and throbbed. Yeah, this kid wanted him.

Brad was relieved when his quarry followed him into the doorway. Up close, the kid was even hotter. His cock throbbed. He drew the sexy stud closer, wanting to kiss him, but the boy held back. He reached out and started feeling his muscles. The kid was dressed for maximum effect, tight jeans and a skin-tight tee shirt that exposed most of his awesome six-pack. He inhaled, and the smell of raunchy male musk was overwhelming. Fuck yeah, he had to have this guy!

"Got someplace we can do it?" Marty rasped out. He had to have this boy now. He had decided the kid lived off campus, there were apartment buildings farther along. The boy kept up the nipple play, and Marty was tempted to return the favor, the boy's awesome pecs stretched his tight tee shirt almost to the ripping point, and he had large hard nipples that jutted out like tiny penises, hard and demanding. Marty wanted to rub them, feel them, lean down and lick and suck on them. He was shocked at the image, and at his own lust for this boy.

He wanted this kid bad, wanted to see him on his knees sucking Marty's cock, wanted to fuck this pretty face, wanted to feel those hard male muscles. Yes, he had to feel them. His hand went out involuntarily and felt Brad's sexy pecs, rubbed and squeezed them. It got him even hotter.

The boy smiled at him and said "Yeah, you like my muscles, stud?" He flexed his pecs and arms and abs as Marty felt him up.

Marty nodded, feeling dizzy with arousal. He'd never touched another guy this way before, and it was turning him on in a way he'd never felt before.

He liked it, he liked it a lot.

He gave in, moved closer to the sexy stud, using both hands now, rubbing the sexy pecs, feeling the hard knobs of the boy's nipples, rubbing them, grabbing them between his fingers and squeezing. This was hot! He liked rubbing his own muscles, of course, but it had never occurred to him that feeling another guy's body would turn him on this much.

Brad was doing the same to Marty, feeling his rock-hard pecs, rubbing, squeezing, turning him on. Their bodies moved even closer, and the other boy slid his hands under Marty's tight tee shirt to stroke his bare skin, working the tee shirt up to expose Marty to the cool night air, getting the horny stud even hotter.

Marty glanced around, afraid they were being watched, but there was no one in sight, and the thrill of doing something so forbidden right out in the open had him gasping with need. He pulled his gaze from Brad's chest to find his face just inches from the other boy's face, their lips close. He wanted to kiss Brad. His hands worked the other boy's tee shirt up too, and their bare chests touched. He gasped, closing his eyes, ready for anything, ready to place his lips on the sexy stud's and kiss him passionately. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst, he was dizzy and afraid and totally aroused like he'd never been before.

Brad was as aroused as Marty. This kid seemed so naïve, so vulnerable, like it was his first time, gasping and panting. It was a total turnon. It made Brad feel like he'd never really done it before either. And what a fucking body the kid had! He rubbed Marty's pecs and abs. His muscles weren't as big as Brad's but somehow they were perfect. He almost dropped to his knees, ready to pull the stud's jeans down and suck him off right there in the dark doorway, but he wanted more. He remembered his original plan, take the kid to the bar and share him with his buddies. Did he really want that? Why not take the kid to his room and have him to himself?

But Erik and Adam were expecting him, he couldn't stand them up.

"Let's get a beer first," Brad said, taking his hands from Marty's hard- muscled chest, pushing Marty's hands away from his own chest, leaving the other boy feeling suddenly frustrated.

"Come on," Brad said, grinning sexily, and he turned and headed on down the street.

Marty hesitated, his incredible arousal frustrated, his euphoria deflated. His fear took control - was this kid just playing a game? He didn't want to drink and talk and exchange names and majors and other stupid statistics, he just wanted to get his cock sucked! But the kid seemed so willing, and he was so sexy, and he had come this far.

Marty's cock was rock hard and throbbing in his tight pants, he had to get off now. His chest tingled with the remembered sensation of those strong fingers rubbing and squeezing, that sexy face looking into his, his own hands rubbing those muscular pecs. They had almost kissed. He had to have more. He followed.

In Benson's, Erik and Adam were on their second beers, waiting for Brad. He was late, but they didn't care, it didn't matter if he didn't show up at all, they were just having a few beers, trading jokes, relaxing.

Then Erik saw his best buddy working his way through the crowd. The place was packed, it was a Friday night, everyone was blowing off steam.

Brad saw Erik and grinned, and Erik grinned back, thinking how much he'd like to sleep with his buddy tonight. They didn't have sex with each other much any more, but Erik still liked it, wanted it as much as he could get it. If only Brad felt the same way about him.

Erik nudged Adam, and gestured, and they were both looking at Brad as he finally got to them.

The three of them exchanged high fives and punched one another's arms and pecs and abs, really just feeling each other up, enjoying their hot teen bodies, making it look like good-natured macho horse-play, but getting one another hot and horny as they touched and poked and fondled.

Erik's arousal swelled. Yeah, there would be more later, when they were alone together, maybe a threesome. That would be OK, he wanted Brad any way he could get him.

"Dude!" Erik yelled over the din. "We thought you'd bailed!"

Brad had been debating, all the way to the bar. Should he just check in with his buddies, then take his new trick to his apartment for some one- on-one, or share him? Seeing Erik, feeling a sudden love for his childhood friend, made up his mind.

"No way, man," Brad yelled back. He reached them and leaned down and spoke in Erik's ear, loud enough that only his buddy heard. "Just took a detour. Stopped at the SU, and this kid cruised me, so I picked him up. The three of us can share him back in the corner."

Erik's elation died. Brad never changed.

Adam heard Brad's explanation, and chimed in.

"Brad, you madman! That's awesome! Where is he?"

Brad looked back over his shoulder. The stud he had picked up in the SU was standing there, gaping.

"Here he is," he said, grabbing Marty's muscular bicep, and pulling him into their circle.

"Dude! Not bad!" Adam poked Brad in the belly, feeling him up as he did, and Brad's cock started swelling. Yeah, this was going to be great.

Marty had stood watching as his quarry met his two jock buddies and they exchanged embraces and felt each other up. He had seen jocks embrace and punch each other on the playing field, and thought a few times that it looked sexy, but never that it meant anything. The way these three touched one another was different - hot, erotic, sex-charged. Could all three of them be queers? He pictured the three of them naked, sucking each other's cocks. His own cock swelled.

No! What was wrong, what was wrong with him?! This was some sort of trap, these guys weren't queers. He should leave. But then they surrounded him, he was being introduced to them, and they were all feeling him up the way they had done to each other, and his cock swelled to full erection.

Five minutes later Marty was getting fucked for the first time in his life. They were still in the bar, the four of them were in a dark corner, music was blaring, loud voices shouted all around them, and somehow the three jocks had gotten their prey's pants down, and Brad was fucking him while Adam sucked his cock and Erik kissed him.

Marty was in ecstasy, his entire body on fire with lust and erotic delight. Everything had happened so fast, and it had all felt so good. He just hadn't had time to have second thoughts. His orgasm was approaching as his cock was sucked and his pecs were licked, and his ass was fucked. Thrust, jab, suck, lick, ram, poke, suck, fuck, harder, harder, harder! He was about to cum!

Then Marty looked up and saw his girlfriend Buffy. She was standing less than ten feet away, talking to another girl. He almost called out to her, but then realized what was happening, and turned his head in desperation. What if she saw him? He watched in horror as the girl she was talking to looked right at him, then laughed, then pointed at him. Buffy turned and looked.

Time stopped. Marty froze, as Brad drove his cock up the sexy stud's virgin-tight ass, hitting just the right spots, and Adam sucked his cock expertly, and Erik played his hot naked muscular body like a virtuoso violinist.

"Marty?! Is that you? What are you doing?"

Buffy called out, she had seen him. She was walking towards him. He started to cum.

A few minutes later, Marty was talking to Buffy as though nothing had happened. His clothes were a bit disarrayed, but somehow Brad and his buddies had managed to confuse things enough that Buffy wasn't sure what she had seen, and they were all being introduced. Marty didn't even have time to realize he knew no one's name. Buffy had told them his with her initial shout, and his stammered "Oh, Fuck! Buffy!" told them hers, and the three seducers took over like they were all in a Marx Brothers movie.

"Buffy! So pleased to meet you! Mah-tee has told us sooo much about yew!" That was Brad with a deep bow as he stuffed his cock back in his jeans and pulled up his zipper.

"Buffy! I'm Erik. At lahst, give us a kiss!" As he grabbed her and swirled her to conceal Adam, who stood quickly, pulling Marty's pants up.

Buffy wasn't having it, at first. She broke away from Erik and confronted Marty.

"You were kissing him!" as she pointed at Erik.

"Yes, he was," Adam said, opening his mouth with a puff of smoke to reveal a joint. He leaned over and put his mouth against the shocked blonde co-ed's, blowing the drug deep into her lungs. She recoiled, coughing.

"Marty!" she cried. "You know I don't approve of drugs!"

And by that time all evidence of what had really been going on had disappeared, and Buffy was so pleased by all the attention from the three handsome, well-built young men, who seemed a bit crude, but really quite nice, and well, boys will be boys.

An hour later, back in his room, Marty lay on his bed and sobbed. He had managed to get away from Buffy and the three jocks, saying he had to deliver his term project, which was true, but had nothing to do with his desperate need to be alone.

His head was swimming with images and sensations - Brad smiling at him, his hands on Brad's firm smooth pecs, Brad kissing him, Brad fucking him. All he could think of was Brad.

NO! This was wrong! He wasn't queer, he didn't like sex with guys, he didn't like to kiss them, or suck their cocks, or get fucked by them!

But he wanted to do all of those things with Brad.

Whose last name he didn't even know. Nor his phone number. Nor where to find him.

He stood up, choking back tears.

What was he going to do?

His wandering gaze fell on the clock.

Fuck! It was a quarter til nine. He jumped up. His art project! He grabbed the folder and his jacket and keys and ran out.

Brad stood in the bar with his two buddies, talking, laughing, but not really there.

What had just happened? He had shared his pickup with his two buddies, fucked Marty right there in the bar. Marty - was that his name?

The scene with the stud's girlfriend had been a riot, he and Erik and Adam turning their orgy with the muscle-stud into a farce.

But then Marty had left, and he felt empty. He had to see the boy again, but how would he find him?

He looked around. The girl was still there, talking to her girlfriends, glancing his way nervously now and then. She knew there was something going on, but she wasn't sure what. Somehow he had to get her to tell him what he had to know.

Erik looked at Brad. Somehow he knew Brad was lost to him. Their friendship might continue, but their love was gone. Or maybe it had all been just his own dream, his own desperate need. He was alone now.

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