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John Gets What He Needs
Chapter 7
"Life Choices"
John woke up the next day with a smile on his face, relishing in the afterglow of what had developed between Evan and himself.
After turning off the alarm, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about how his life would be different now. Some issues were going to have to be worked out -- that was certain. His mom wouldn't have a problem with his newly realized lifestyle; he knew that, for sure. But he also knew that he had to clearly determine how the situation would affect Jacobs's life, and how they all would deal with it when the time came.
Having to make a choice between Evan and his son, Jacob, would not be an option. He was going to have both in his life, and that was all there was to it ... period ! He was firm in his decision. In a couple of weeks he would have his son, and nothing and no one would ever be able to take Jacob from him again ... never !
His ex-wife, Becky, was going to Email him sometime later in the day with the date that she would release Jacob to him. And afterwards, as soon as possible, he would let his work know that he had to have that weekend cleared, and then ... Oh, Happy Day! ... he and Andy would go pick Jacob up!
"Yikes!" he exclaimed aloud to himself; 'I haven't asked Andy yet if he would help me to drive down to Georgia to get Jacob and all his belongings and stuff.'
As he jumped in the shower, he made a mental note to ask Andy ... 'TODAY!'
After work, John went home and checked his Email. As she had promised, Becky had sent him one. She had agreed that John could pick his son up in Georgia on June 29th.
That ... was a little over a week away. John was so excited, he yelled out loud to himself, "ALRIGHT!" He was so happy ... he jumped up from the computer chair, held his arms and hands out in front of him (just as if he'd picked little Jacob up off the floor), and began spinning and jumping around and around and around. Anyone watching, would have seen ... and felt ... his exuberant joy! In his mind's eye, he could see the little guy squealing and giggling and kicking his little legs and flailing his little arms, so happy to be with his daddy!
"YES!" he fisted the air; '... now I can make plans for the trip down there, and set everything in motion. I'll call Andy a little later and ask if he can help me with the driving and everything.'
John looked at the clock and remembered that Evan would be over anytime, to spend the evening and ... if all went well ... the night, also.
He was excited, now, for two reasons, and thought the day was ending perfectly. He would have his son home soon, and Evan would ... hopefully ... sleep all night in his arms ... for the first time in many years. 'This time, hopefully naked,' John thought, as he smiled his best grin, and felt himself begin to plump up.
Finally, after about an hour, Evan arrived and they ate dinner, chatting about their day.
Beginning to realize that Evan seldom mentioned his own illness, John didn't even try to bring it up. He wasn't sure if Evan didn't want to talk about it, or if he was just so use to it being a part of his life, that it wasn't worth discussing. John told him about the plans to go get his son, Jacob, and how excited he was about introducing the two guys whom he loved, to each other.
They lay on the couch together, watching TV. John had his arm around Evan and kept him close, kissing his neck once in a while and rubbing his t-shirt-covered stomach. Evan was mostly quiet watching the show and enjoying John's touches. He was trying hard not to become erect from the attention.
John reached under the couch cushion for something, and then handed Evan a small white box. "Here; I gotcha something today; open it up."
Evan was surprised and took the small box from his hand and thought it was some kind of jewelry or ... ????? He wondered why John would buy him something at all. Reluctantly, he opened the box and saw a copper key inside. With a perplexed gaze toward John, he asked, "What's this for, John?"
John grinned at Evan, and sexily wriggled his eyebrows at him. "It's a spare key to the front door, silly. I want you to use it anytime you want to; my house is your house."
"Evan smiled back at him and gave him a deep kiss and a squeezing hug. "Thanks, big guy ... thanks for trusting me enough to have a key to your house. I may have to use this to sneak in at night and jump into bed with you."
"Welllllll ... I was thinking you could have dinner ready for me when I got home ... once in a while ... at least, but I like your idea even better, you PERV," John teased as he slapped Evan on the ass. They were both grinning.
The phone rang and broke the two apart, and John got up to answer it, leaving Evan alone on the couch.
"Hello," John spoke into the receiver.
"Hey, John, it's Andy. I'm on my cell ... we have a problem, big guy."
"What's up Andy ... what's the problem?"
"Sorry to bother you, John ... but I have a friend of yours here in detention at the jail."
"OH, SHIT! ... who is it?"
"Tom Delong ... He says he knows you. I pulled him over for a broken headlight ... and ... well ... I smelled marijuana in the car, so I was going to arrest him. He seen my name tag and remembered you told him we were friends."
"Yeah, Andy, he's my friend. Is there anyway I can help him out? I really don't want to see Tom get into any trouble. He's had it rough enough, all his life, and he's really a good guy," John said with sorrow in his voice.
Evan sat up on the couch, overhearing the conversation, and intently listened as John talked.
"John, when I found out he was your friend ... well, I didn't arrest him, and he hasn't even been booked in yet ... so there's no paper trail, as of right now. I have him in the drunk tank. Was wondering if you'd pick him up and make sure he gets home safely, and maybe talk to him about cleaning his act up."
"Gee, thanks, Andy ... I sure owe you a big favor for this, bud."
"Well ... Tom doesn't know I haven't arrested him yet, so right now he's stewing and worrying about what's going to happen to him. I think I'll just let him squirm a bit about his problem till you come pick him up. He needs to learn a lesson and get off the weed." Andy chuckled to John.
"Don't worry about that, he's talked to me before about quitting, and this may just be the trick to make him stop. I really appreciate you calling me, and helping him out, Andy," John repeated once again.
"No problem, John ... A friend of yours is a friend of mine. I just hope he makes the right decision. Now, then ... how soon can you be here to pick him up? I can't leave him here too long without processing him."
"I'm on my way; will be there in half an hour, Andy ... and thanks again, bud."
"It's cool, John; I'll be waiting for you," Andy replied, before hanging up.
"Well, I guess you heard most of that, Ev. Looks like our plans just got side tracked for an hour or so. Ya feel like a trip to the county jail?" smirked John.
Evan laughed and remarked, "Never been asked to go there before. I hope this isn't the date you had in mind for me, yesterday, when you said you were going to take me out on one."
"Well ... I think I can do better than that, another time, but this will have to do for now," John said, laughing.
"I'm gonna kick Tom's ass when I get a hold of him. Bad enough, it's embarrassing that Andy had to help out a friend for me, but DAMN! ... I can't believe Tom hasn't changed much since our school days. You remember Tom, don't ya, Ev?" John inquired.
"Yeah, I know him ... I mean ... I know who he is ... from school. But I don't know who Andy is," Evan said, apologetically, looking down.
"That's alright, Ev ... I guess I never mentioned him to you. He's a friend of mine. We've actually just become friends during the past month or so. He's a sheriff, here in the county. You'll like him ... he's a nice guy. He was a Marine before he became a patrolman ... real hot guy." John looked at Evan and gave him a big smirk.
"Evan jerked his head up, inquiringly gazed back at John, and said, "So ... you noticed he's hot, huh?"
"Now, don't go gettin' any big ideas, Ev ... We're just friends ... that's all. I have who I need ... and he's right here beside me. You know that, don't you, Babe?" Before allowing any answer, John gave Evan a big hug and covered his lips with a deep kiss.
Evan hesitated for only a second, then totally succumbed to John's affections, hugging him back tightly, and allowed his lips to admit John's probing, hot, sensual tongue.
A few minutes later, they left the house, jumped into the truck, and headed for the county jail to rescue Tom. Evan was quiet on the drive over, and John wondered what he was thinking. He could tell by his demeanor that he was a bit anxious. John put his hand on Evan's left thigh and smiled at him. Evan returned the smile and placed his own hand over John's, and intertwined their fingers.
Evan looked over at John and hesitantly asked, "Does Tom know ... I mean ... Does he...?"
John cut him off and began saying, "Ev, I haven't told anyone yet about us or about the new me ... I haven't had the opportunity ... and to be honest, I wanted to talk to you about it first. I still don't know how to tell anyone, or even what to say."
"I'm ok with whatever you want to tell people, John ... I ... I know ... it has to be hard for you," Evan said, trying to sound as sympathetic as he could.
"I'm still not sure what I am, Ev ... I do know that I'm attracted to you ... but I don't have those feelings for any other guy ... I love YOU." John smiled at Evan and squeezed his leg.
"Ditto, big guy ... but what are you going to tell Tom? Are you going to tell him tonight?" Evan was trying not to look worried.
"I won't ... if he doesn't ask ... or if it doesn't come up. For now, I'm going to be busy chewing his ass out for putting me into this spot," John snarled.
Evan laughed and said, "Don't be too hard on him, John; you know you can be a bit overpowering with your size and all. I'm sure Tom has learned a lesson from being in detention, not knowing what's going to happen to him."
"Well, he better ... this is the last time I get him out of jail ... the next time he'll have to take his punishment." John laughed.
"Yeah, what ever, dude," Evan smirked back at John, knowing he wouldn't leave a friend in jail if he could help.
They arrived at the county jail and parked the truck.
"You want to come in with me?" John asked.
"Yeah, I want to meet this 'hot' Andy guy you talked about." Evan laughed and jumped out of the truck.
"You're such as freakin' PERV ... and LOOKING better be all YOU do, mister." John laughed back.
"No worries ... I have all I can handle for a lifetime." Evan said, smiling big and proud.
"You got that right, bud." John winked at him and had a huge grin on his face as they walked into the building.
John went up to the front desk and asked for Andy. They were told to be seated while they wait for him in the lobby. A few minutes passed and Andy came out to the lobby in his uniform smiling at John. John and Evan stood up to greet him.
"Hey, John, good to see you again, sorry it's under these circumstances, though." Andy smiled.
Yeah ... same here, Andy. This is my friend, Evan. Evan ... Andy," John said, introducing his friends to each other.
"Nice to meet you, Andy," Evan said, half hiding behind John.
"Nice to meetcha, too, Evan," Andy said with a smile. "Look ... I can only bring one of you back to the cell 'cause I only brought one visitor pass. We need to get him out of here quickly before I have to explain why I haven't booked him in, yet," Andy stated firmly.
"Evan, you gonna be ok out here for a few, while I go get Tom?" John asked intently.
"Yeah ... no problem, just don't be gone too long ... this place weirds me out a bit," Evan said, half smiling and half serious.
"I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll try to make it quick, bud," John said, seeing Evan was nervous being there.
Andy and John went through the locked doors back into the detention area, towards the cell where Tom was being informally held. Andy told John to wait in the area they were in, while he went to get Tom. A few minutes later, Andy reappeared with a sulking Tom, who looked like he was very embarrassed and broken.
Tom looked up to see John standing there and was relieved that his buddy was there for him. John crossed his arms and gave Tom one of his stares. Tom looked down at the ground knowing he was in for the lecture of his life.
"Ok, Tom, you can go now. John has agreed to drive you home, and you can go pick up your car, later. It's still at the parking lot where I picked you up," Andy said, putting his hand on Tom's shoulder.
"Tom looked up at Andy and asked, "Aren't you arresting me for the ... Weed?"
"I've just kept it between friends ... this time ... and John's agreed to knock some sense into you. Soooo, I decided that he will take care of this without having to mess up your record," Andy said, looking firmly at Tom.
"Shit ... I ... mean ... thanks, man ... I can't believe you'd do this for me ... I don't even know you," Tom said, a little confused but happy.
"John is my friend, and I know he doesn't need any problems ... and you're his friend, so I decided I would let this one pass."
"I really appreciate that, Officer, I really do," Tom said.
"Ok, lets get him out of here before I have to process him. I need to get back out on patrol, too."
"Thanks again for all this, Andy; I owe ya, bud," John said, shaking Andy's hand. Tom shook Andy's hand, also, and they were escorted back to the lobby. Evan stood up when he saw them come through the locked doors, and went over to them.
"Tom, you remember Evan don't ya?" John asked.
"Ya, good to see you again, Evan. Sorry you had to see me here, though." Tom said, being even more embarrassed than before.
"Hi, Tom," is all Evan said, as he moved closer to John for comfort.
"I'll see you another time, guys; I have to get back to work, now," Andy admitted.
"Later, Andy, and thanks ... will have you over this weekend for a cookout. I'll call you tomorrow; I have something I want to discuss with you," John said.
"Sure, anytime, and the cookout sounds like fun. Maybe I'll see Tom there ... if you don't kill him before then," Andy smirked and left laughing.
"That's not very funny," Tom murmured under his breath.
"Come on guys, let's get out of here, before they change their minds." John laughed.
The three of them walked outside and got into John's truck with all three of them squeezing into the cab. Evan sat in the middle and could feel both of the guys' legs up against his. He decided he liked the feeling, even though he didn't usually like to be cramped up with people.
The drive was quiet, and they drove to the lot where Tom's car was parked. John stopped the truck next to Tom's car and said, "Evan ... you think you can drive Tom's car and follow us to his house?"
Tom spoke up and said, "Look ... I can drive myself home, and I'm not stoned."
"Andy said I had to drive you home, Tom, and besides ... you and I need to talk," John said firmly with his trademark stare.
"I can ... I can drive his car, John; it's no problem," Evan said hesitantly.
Reluctantly, Tom gave his keys to Evan and got out of the cab so that Evan could also get out. Evan went over to Tom's car, opened the door, and instantly smelled the stale aroma of Weed. Both vehicles left the parking lot, and Evan followed the truck. He could see John talking to Tom, but wondered what they had to discuss ... in private.
"Dammit, Tom, I'm glad you're ok, bud, but you have to quit this smoking-weed-shit for good, or you're gonna wind up in trouble before you know it," John said with determined concern.
"I know, John, I know ... I told you before, that I was gonna give it up, and now I guess I have no choice but to ... to just do it," Tom said, with resignation in his voice, and then added, "Thanks for getting me out of there."
"You need to thank Andy, Tom; it was him that didn't bust ya and keep ya in jail, ya know," John scolded.
"I can't believe a cop did that. He must be a good friend, John," Tom admitted.
"Yeah, he is, and you should think of a way to repay him. I'm gonna have a cookout this weekend and you should come. Andy will be there."
"Ok, I will, and thanks again for getting me out of there, big guy."
"That's what friends are for, buddy," John said, smiling at Tom.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Tom changed the subject and said, "Evan looks good. How are you two getting along?" he asked, looking out the window.
"We're doing great, Tom; it's like old times again. I'm really glad he's back in my life. He's a lot better than I'd imagined, especially after all the warnings. I want you to spend some time together, so that you two can be friends, too. Evan'll be at the cookout; so will my mom and sister. We're celebrating Jacob coming home next week."
"Ah, shit! That's great, man! When did you find out?"
"Today, actually; Becky emailed me."
"Damn, John; sorry to spoil the good day you were having."
"No worries, man; you can make it up to me by being nice to Evan."
"That's not a problem, John; I have nothing against him because he's gay."
"I'm glad to hear that' Tom, 'cause ... uhhh ... I have something to tell you ... I ... I ... I MEAN ... uhhh ... Evan and I are ... together now," John haltingly admitted.
"Together? What do you mean ... together?"
"We're ... uhhh ... seeing each other."
"You mean ... you are ... uhhh ... gay?"
"No, not really ... I'm not gay, Tom ... I mean ... I don't know what I am right now, but I know I'm in love with Evan, and we're ... uhhh ... we're ... going to be together from now on. I love him, Tom. I guess I always have."
Tom just sat there, dumbfounded, with no expression, but with his mouth hanging open.
John continued. "I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship, Tom ... but I thought you needed to know. You're the first person I've told. You are my best friend, and I wanted to tell you first."
"Shit, John ... I had no idea ... this is gonna have to take some time to sink in, man."
"I understand, Tom ... It's taking me some time to get use to it, too ... I still don't know what or who I am, yet. Sooo ... ya still coming to the cookout this weekend, aren't ya?"
"Yeah, I comin' ... I owe you that, at least." He sounded despondent.
"I don't wanna loose you as a friend, Tom; nothing much is gonna change. You're still gonna be Jacob's uncle, aren'tcha?"
"Yeah, you bet I am. I can't wait to have a little nephew to spoil."
'Whew,' John let out a big sigh. "Glad that's settled."
They both smiled at each other, just as they arrived at Tom's trailer where he lived. They shook hands, and Evan pulled up beside them, got out of Tom's car, and returned the keys to him as he got out of John's truck.
Tom thanked him and then thanked John again, and went into his home. Evan got back into the truck, and John drove back to his house.
Once inside, they immediately embraced each other and kissed ... the kiss of lovers ... together ... at last.
Finally, after what seemed like minutes, they broke from their embrace and caught their breath. John motioned for Evan to follow him into the kitchen, and he got them both some bottled water to quench their thirst. Both sat down, facing each other, across the kitchen table, and drank their water.
Looking at John, Evan set his bottled water down and asked, "When you guys were in the truck, John, how did your talk with Tom go? He looked a little rattled and pale when I returned the keys to him. You didn't go too hard on him, did you, John?"
John looked into Evan's eyes, then down to the bottle of water that he was idly toying with, and answered, "We just talked ... he agreed to stop smoking that shit." Then John looked up at Evan and hesitantly told him, " I'm not sure I did the right thing, Ev ... but ... I ... I told him ... about us. I told him that I loved you, and that we are together now. I'm not so sure he took it very well."
John sat quietly and pulled on the label of his bottled water, in deep thought, not knowing if he had done the right thing or not. It suddenly dawned on him that his own thoughts and feelings were no longer just in his head or in Evan's; they were now out there in the aethers for others to recognize or know. That feeling scared him into wondering what might happen next.
Evan thought for a moment, then said calmly, "John, it's going to be ok; Tom won't think any different of you ... if ... he's truly your friend."
Those words must have struck a cord in John's thinking, because then, a moment later, he looked up at Evan and smiled, nodding his head. He stood up from the table, and with a cock of his head and a 'come-hitherish' grin, motioned for Evan to follow him. Evan responded and followed John into the bedroom.
Stopping in the center of the room, John turned, and slowly, seductively began undressing, grinning at Evan, even as Evan began doing the same thing, each mirroring the other's movements. They both purposely, slowly, watched each other as each successive piece of clothing seemed, so slowly, to float down to the floor, exposing more ... and more ... and more of their flesh.
They both were breathing slowly and deeply, moistening their own lips.
Not a word was spoken. It was as if they had entered a new world of awareness. Their excitement and anticipation had rushed to such a degree, that their movements seemed to be in slow motion. No matter how hard either of them tried to move faster in stripping off their clothes, it only seemed slower still. But eventually ... they both stood there ... naked ... and with full erections.
Suddenly ... time returned to normal. John closed the distance between them and grinned at Evan and asked, "How about a shower ... Sexy?"
Evan grinned back and excitedly replied, "Sure ... but only if you're coming with me."
"Oh, I just might come with you. What do you think of that?" smirked John, as he smacked Evan on the ass cheek."
"Hey, watch it mister ... I bruise easily, you big lug." Evan laughed
"Whatever ... Now get your ass in the shower before I carry you in there." John laughed.
"Oh, I like that even better," Evan quickly remarked. That being said, he quickly wrapped one arm around John's neck, while at the same time, jumped up and bent his knees, forcing John to grab him under his thighs and around his back ... with his big, strong arms ... pulling Evan's hot naked body into his own naked chest.
Shocked ... all John could do was try to maintain his balance, with Evan's added weight. They looked into each other's eyes ... and gently kissed ... the intimate, oh, so, intimate kiss ... of lovers ... together ... again.
John carried Evan to the shower, kissing each other, still. Evan reached behind himself, slid the shower-door open, then fumbled with the knobs, turning the water on and adjusting the temperature. John stepped into the spray and slowly, gently released his hold on Evan. Evan's body slid down the front of John's, the slick dampness of the hot, cascading shower heightening the stimulation between the two of them, until Evan could stand on his own, their cocks dancing with excitement.
Their lips parted as they continued to gaze into each other's eyes, and then embraced again under the showerhead, kissing while the water ran down their faces and bodies.
John grabbed the liquid soap and manhandled Evan over out from the water and began washing him, soaping carefully and methodically every inch of his body, intently taking care to see and feel all of him. He poured more soap and for the first time, grasped his hand around Evan's hard cock and began soaping it slowly up-and-down, down-and-up with his own, ever-so-familiar, jack-off motion. Evan began to shake and tremble with sexual excitement as he felt his big lover's hand stroke his soapy, throbbing cock.
Just as Evan thought he might shoot his load, John stopped and pulled him back under the showerhead and rinsed him off.
"My turn, bud." John grinned.
"Oh man ... that felt so great, big guy ... I almost lost it there." Evan smiled.
"Good thing I quit then ... wouldn't want you to fire off just yet," John smirked as he grabbed Evan's ass cheek.
Evan mocked what John had done to him and soaped his huge frame and slowly let his hand explore his lover's body. He was amazed as if it were the first time he had seen him naked. John looked like a blond god to Evan, and he couldn't believe he was so lucky to have him.
John moaned with pleasure as Evan wrapped his hand around John's hard member. He slowly stroked his hard cock into a lather and could hear John breathing harder, and faster, so he stopped his assault on that beautiful cock before it spewed its juices down the shower drain.
Eventually the hot water had come to its end, and they were forced to agree to move their erotic fun to the bedroom. After toweling each other dry, John led the way to the bed, onto which he suggested that Evan make himself comfortable.
Evan lay on his back, and John gently straddled his naked form, trying not to squash Evan with his full weight. Evan cooed with the feeling of John's hairy body on him. He kissed him deeply and moaned from the friction John was providing as he moved his hard cock against Evan's.
"So what would you like to try tonight, big guy? Have anything ... special ... in mind?" Evan seductively grinned.
"Hmmm ... well, to be honest with you, Bud, I was thinking of trying to please you the same way you did me last night," John said as he kissed Evan lightly and then grinned.
"Oh, yeah ... if you think you're ready for that ... I'm more than agreeable, big guy," Evan grinned back while tightening and releasing his ass cheeks which caused him to hump more hungrily against John's engorged, precum-slickened, dripping cock, frotting his own.
John moved down to Evan's hard cock and saw that it, too, was leaking precum. He licked his lips and moved in closer and slowly licked the delicious, throbbing, leaking head of Evan's cock. The cock bobbed at John's light touch of his tongue, and Evan moaned loudly. He grabbed the hair on the back of John's head and pushed him onto his cock, making John gag for a second, until he got used to Evan's cock in his mouth. John quickly got the hang of it and began giving his first blowjob. He was surprised at how much he enjoyed the taste of Evan's leaking juices.
While John was giving Evan's cock the best attention he could, he used his other hand to find Evan's ass and began to finger-fuck his moist hole. Evan let out several loud moans as John inserted a finger, in and out, in and out, again, and again. And then two fingers, and soon ... three. That was all Evan needed as he lustily began thrusting his hips up and down. The motion made his cock sink into John's mouth more, and then, when he pulled back, John's finger went further up his ass. The sensation was just too much, and sooner than he'd planned or even wished or hoped, Evan began shooting into John's mouth. "Ahhhhh ... I ... Ohhhhh ... SHIT ... I'm CUMMMMINGGGGG!!!!!"
A bit apprehensive of taking his lover's load, John tried to pull off before it went into his mouth, but he wasn't quick enough. It was too late; most of it had already hit the back of his throat, and he could taste it as he swallowed it. The final two (more watery) squirts landed on his face and dripped down his chin onto Evan's stomach.
"Shit, I'm sorry, John ... I just couldn't hold it back any longer ... I'm so sorry," Evan apologized with a worried look on his face.
John just grinned and said, "No worries, Ev ... it just surprised me, is all. Actually, I liked the taste of you ... Hell! Come to think of it ... I loved the taste of it!" He paused for a second, and with the happy inquisitiveness of a school-boy, asked, "Soooo ... how did I do with my first blowjob?"
"Oh, shit ... do you really have to ask? ... Jeezzzzzz ...wow!" exclaimed Evan, still breathing hard. "Those big fingers of yours in my ass is what pushed me over the edge." Evan grinned. "Ummmmmmm."
"You liked that huh?" John chuckled.
"Hell, yeah, big guy! ... I just hope you put something bigger than your fingers in there, soon." Evan looked directly into John's eyes as he growled like an animal in heat, and then slowly, sexily licked his lips.
John roared with amusement at Evan's antics, as he grinned back and moved up, pressing their sweaty bodies together. He then kissed Evan and softly whispered into his ear, as if someone else could overhear him, and said, "Ev, I don't think I'm ready, just yet, to do that ... but I have to admit that I've been doing a lot of thinking about it, lately."
Evan looked at him and smiled, saying, "Anytime, big guy, any time at all ... but there's really no big rush. Please believe me. We'll go as slow or as fast as your great big wonderful heart desires. Or maybe I should have said ... your great big wonderful ... manhood... desires!"
John blushed.
Evan felt that it was his turn to make John feel good, and he knew just how to do it.
He pushed John off of him and rolled him onto his back. Evan moved down between his big legs and began to make love to John's hard throbbing cock. Wiping up his own seminal juices (which had dripped from John's chin onto his own stomach) with his hands, Evan slowly began to stroke John's cock, just before he lowered his head and very lightly slid all the way down the hot tower of flesh. Slowly pulling back up, he ran his tongue along the veined tube on the under-side, and once reaching the head, teased the tip of his tongue around the very sensitive flange. Around and back and around and over and around and under and around and around and around. John immediately moaned with pleasure as Evan worked his moves. "Oh, shit ... Ev, you're gonna have to teach me how you do that with your tongue ... Oh, God ... that feels soooo ... good ...man!"
Evan sensed that John was getting close, so he pulled off him and looked up at John and smiled. Evan moved his hands off his cock and onto John's wonderful blond hairy chest and played with his nipples teasing and taunting him with a devilish grin on his face.
"Why the hell did you stop? ... I was almost there, Ev," John said, grasping for air.
"I know. I know. I could sense you were getting close ... I didn't want you to cum just yet ... I don't want it to end too fast." Evan grinned.
"Ahh ... shit ... you perv ... I need to get off ... don't do this to me." John moaned and frowned in desperation.
"Don't worry ... I'm going to get you off ... real soon, big guy," Evan said with a smirk, and pinched John's nipples harder than usual.
"Ouch! Damn!" John protested
Evan immediately went back to John's leaking cock and began sucking it like a desperate, water-deprived desert hiker, tasting its sweet nectar. John grabbed Evan's head and forced his cock all the way in, and Evan gagged a little but continued blowing his lover. John began face-fucking Evan and moaning loudly as he thrust his hips up and down while holding onto Evan's head.
"OH ... GOD ... I'M ... CUMMMMINGGGGG," John blurted out, releasing Evan's head.
John collapsed back on the bed with heavy breathing and a look of satisfaction on his face. Evan got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a towel and began wiping both of them clean. Dropping the towel at the side of the bed, he jumped back into bed next to his spent lover.
"Thanks, Ev ... I sure do love you, bud," John whispered as he moved to his side, facing Evan, putting his arm around him, and once again kissing him with soft, loving kisses.
"Ditto, big guy." Evan smiled between the soft kisses.
During a moment of silence, they both just stared at each other, face to face, on their sides, and smiled contentedly. In that moment, the world had disappeared, and only the two of them existed.
"How am I doing for a beginner?" John asked with a smirk.
Evan didn't speak for a moment looking like he was in deep thought then began to speak with a serious expression on his face. "Not bad ... considering everything ... but ... I have had better, though."
John looked at him kind of stunned, and Evan could no longer hold a straight face, and burst out laughing.
"You little shit! ... That's not funny!" John said in anger.
"I'm kidding ... I'm kidding ... you big oaf ... You're the best ... you make me tremble when you don't do anything but look at me." Evan smiled.
"That wasn't very nice, Ev." John pouted.
Evan wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. John acted like he was mad and pulled away.
Evan jumped on him and began tickling John and he started squirming and laughing. "Stop ... SSSSSSSTOPPPPPPP ... I ... HATE ... BEING ... TICKLE,." John tried to say, twisting, turning, jerking ... out of breath.
Evan stopped and lay on top of him and kissed his forehead and said. "I'm sorry."
John hugged him back tightly, and then very suddenly, smacked his ass hard with a loud THAWK.
"OUCH," protested Evan.
"Paybacks are a bitch ... aren't they?" John laughed and kissed Evan deeply.
"Let's get under the covers now so we can get some sleep. I have to get up early and go to work in the morning. You're spending the night, aren't you?" John questioned.
"Of course I am; I just need to take my meds. Be right back," Evan stated as he got up and went to the bathroom, took his medication, and shortly returned and slid under the covers with his big, strong lover.
Evan laid his head on John's chest and John wrapped his arm around him. Evan could hear John's breathing and the sound of his heart thumping in his ear. He felt so safe and content. He never wanted the feeling to end.
After a few minutes, John broke the silence and asked, "Ev ... you think Tom will be ok with us being together? I mean ... well ... do you think he can accept how all this has turned out and still be my ... I mean ... our ... friend?"
Evan was silent for a few minutes, and then sat up and faced John and said, "John, I think Tom will be fine with us ... eventually. He's just in shock, right now, and going through his own stuff."
"What do you mean his own stuff?" John asked, looking perplexed.
"John ... when we were eating lunch at the park ... you said you didn't want to start this on a lie. You told me you knew I was sick. I haven't lied to you ... but ... but ... I haven't told you something I think you should know ... and I feel that holding something back from someone is the same thing as lying in my mind," Evan confided, breaking eye contact and looking down.
"What are you talking about, Ev? ... What haven't you told me? And what does this have to do with Tom?" John sat up, looking at Evan for a response.
Evan hesitantly looked back up at John and said, "John ... Tom is like you ... but hasn't admitted it to himself."
"What you mean ... like me?" John questioned with a louder voice.
"What I meant to say is ... that he's bi-sexual, also, but hasn't realized it ... or at least hasn't admitted it," Evan responded, not knowing how to go any further.
"I don't understand ... how would you know this? You two aren't even close friends," John said, more than a little puzzled.
With John hovering over him, Evan lay down on the bed and began to explain. "John, you have to promise me you're not going to get mad ... and you're not going to speak of this again. I'm not proud of what I'm going to tell you."
"Look, Evan ... I can't promise I'm not going to be mad ... What ever it is we can deal with it. I do promise not to say anything though. You just have to trust me," John said, forcefully.
Evan told John, in the most honest way he could, what happened those two times with Tom at the adult book store.
True to his word, John remained silent.
Then, by studying his face, Evan tried to read John's inner responses to what he had just learned.
John moved a little bit away from Evan, there on the bed, and sat up again and remained silent. The look on his face, even in the semi-darkness of the evening, was not a good indication as to what was to come.
A couple of deathly silent moments passed. Evan heard John's deep, halting breaths. His own breathing became almost non-existant.
"John, say something ... I can't deal with this silence. Yell ... scream ... throw something ... have a temper tantrum ... be mad at me ... anything ... but don't shut me out." Evan said, half-humiliated and half-scared.
"Evan ..." John gruffly demanded, "... just give me a minute to take all this in ...OK?"
More deathly silent moments, and John looked at Evan with a stern look on his face and said, "Do you have ... feelings ... for Tom?"
Evan looked confused, and pleadingly replied, "NOOoooo ... John ... it wasn't like that ... it was just ... getting off ... for both of us. It's not something I do, or even did, a lot, but I wasn't myself then, and I haven't been with anyone else since then ... not until now ... with you."
"I just simply can't believe that all this time that I've known Tom ... I didn't know," John remarked.
"Look, John ... you don't have to worry about it happening again ... I now have what I both need and want, and it just happens to be at the same time. Don't you know that I've always only wanted you? I've never even let anyone fuck me before. I always wanted it to be you ... not just fucking, but ... making love to me," Evan confessed.
The sincerity in Evan's voice, and his love-filled words, pulled at John's heart-strings, and he slowly exhaled a deep sigh of belief. The few moments of emotional tension were dissipating.
"Evan, have you been tested for any ... you know ... diseases?" John asked, trying to be carefull and not insult him.
"John, I'm clean ... and, yes, I've been tested and have periodic blood tests for my illness. Damn! I haven't even been with anyone in over a year," Evan reassured John.
"I didn't mean to imply anything, Ev ... I just wanted to know for sure, so that I don't have to worry about ... getting anything," John stated.
"It's ok ... everyone should ask their partners that, anyways ... but usually ... before you have sex, John." Evan chuckled.
"I guess you're right, Ev ... sorry man." John smiled.
"It's ok ... I know this is all new to you."
"I just can't believe Tom used you like that ... I'm not sure I want to be HIS friend now," John scolded in an angry tone.
"John, he may have used me somewhat, but I used him, too, so don't be mad at him. He's a good friend to you, and you shouldn't hold it against him. Now, please ... you can't tell him that you know. You just can't! I don't think he could handle you knowing, until he decides to admit to himself who he is," Evan begged.
"Ev ... I'm glad you told me and didn't keep it a secret. It makes me love you even that much more. Trust ... for me ... is more difficult to give, particularly after a failed marriage; but we, you and I, have known each other for so long. I really do believe you, and I do trust you, buddy," John told Evan, and then hugged him.
"I trust you, too, John, and I do love you ... so very, very much," Evan replied, hugging and kissing John back.
John lay back down and spooned Evan and held him close. "Let's get some sleep, Ev ... nite, buddy."
"Nite, big guy."
As they snuggled and spooned together, knowing then that the worst was behind them, 'Little Big John' slowly began filling with pulsing blood against Evan's ass.
End Chapter 7
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