***Not sure where all the time has gone, but it has easily been over two years since I last posted to this, or any, story. I guess its true, life comes at you fast, and sometimes you just have to roll with the current to stay above water. For past readers of my story, I hope you will go back and read the first two chapters, to re-aquant yourselves with the characters. For those new to my tale, I hope you have first enjoyed youself with my previous posts. Please send comments, questions or general ramblings to rafade.88@gmail.com.
I've not given myself any timeline on the next chapter, but it is in works, and with a little prodding, I could probably bang a few more chapters out of this story.***
Pete: Part 3 Making up is hard to do
Wrapped only in a towel, Pete, heart beating with trepidation, soundly knocked on Jason's bedroom door, "Jas' you awake?"
No answer.
"Come on Jas, I'm sorry!
No answer.
"I really fucked up last night; I was scared, ok... I lashed out."
No answer.
Pete knocks again while cracking the door open, peeking in to see if Jason was still in bed.
"Jason?"
Scanning the room, as Pete enters; he sees that Jason is obviously not around. His bed is made, his travel bags already put up, and no sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Pete rests on the edge of Jason's bed, hands in is face, and begins to shake; all his emotions flooding out of him.
Earlier, talking with his Dad, confessing his love for Jason, seemed to fill Pete with a false confidence that he could simply strut downstairs, profess his anguish, and, if nothing else, seduce Jason into accepting his apology; luring him with his naked chest and the promise of his hard cock as it pushed at the edge of his towel. Yet all his resolve rushed out of him, as he sat alone on Jason's bed. He was momentarily frozen in indecision and self doubt, as he remembered back to the car ride home. Most of what he said was lost in a hazy fog of hate and fear, but he did remember, in particular, screaming, "You fucked me... you fucking FUCKED ME! How could you, Jas'? How could you FUCK me?" The rest was just filled with words like "FAGGOT!", "COCKSUCKER!", "SEDUCER!" and, his favorite, "DADDY DICKING SON OF A CUNT HOLE!" spewing out until a quiet anger built an impregnable wall around him, pushing Jason away from him as they raced down the highway, ever inching towards home and his once heterosexual life.
How could Jason ever forgive him? God, he felt like such a coward, such a fucking prick. He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. Feeling the sting, he took a deep breath to collect his thoughts; Pete hated wallowing in self pity, from childhood it was ingrained in him to always forge ahead; make decisions, live with them, and make better decisions based on past mistakes, but never regret, never look back.
Sensing that ever need to keep moving, he rose from the bed and padded into the bathroom. Rinsing his face with some cold water, he glances over at the gleaming white Jacuzzi, a cold shiver raced up his spine raising the hairs on the back of his neck.
"Fuck you, Lady. You only know his side of the story."
A vision of two women in there early 50's entered his consciousness, one slim and severe, her hair in a tight bun, and the other fleshy with ample boobs and a big ass framed nicely by wide, full berthing hips. They each had their face in the other's naked crotch, lightly lapping and loving at one another's erogenous zones. All of this taking place just in the other room, on the same old Victorian bed that barely a week past Pete had mercilessly pounded Jason's hot ass with his fat fuck stick, both of them grunting and fucking like wildebeests. The vision quickly changed to a withered, wrinkled old woman, with deep piercing green/grey eyes, grimacing at him. Pete knew that this was Jason's Grandmother, as he had felt her presence once before, when he and Jason first took a shower together. He sensed that she loved her grandson, but this was a woman that did not like cock, did not like the fact that her grandson had one, for that matter, or that he used it whenever the opportunity arose, and especially she did not like that Pete had used HIS cock to fuck JASON'S ass on HER bed.
"It's funny," Pete says as he drops his towel and steps into the shower, "before last week, I would always joke that if I was a chick, I'd be the biggest lesbo in town; I'd be sloppin' on cunt right along with you. Now...? God, I don't know. Maybe... maybe I would... or maybe I'd be a fucking cock starved little whore; swinging on the end of a man's hard cock every chance I got."
Shaking his head, Pete turns on the shower, letting the warm water wash over his tired, taught muscles, "Oh, God, I don't know! FUCK!"
"By the way," he continues, "I didn't promise Jason shit!" Heart racing, he begins to soap up his body. His left hand starts to caress his chest, flicking at his tits, arousing his flared nipples, as his right reaches down to grab at his cock. Stroking, he feels himself grow and expand in his hand. Eyes closed, his mind begins to wander, as he imagines that the strong, masculine touch caressing his supple skin is actually coming from Jason. Continuing to stroke a soapy hand along his thick cock and groping at his balls, he aimlessly glides his fingers from his other hand lightly up and down along his torso, shivering with goose bumps until, finally, trailing down to comb through his pubes before reaching behind to run a finger along the tight crease of his ass; lightly scraping along the tight crack between his cheeks, stopping a second to feel the kiss of his puckered hole, finally moving south to pressure his scrotum, then slipping back up along the same route, back and forth to the rhythm of his dick stroking hand.
Somehow keeping his sexual fantasy deeply rooted on one side of his brain, he continues his conversation, "After making it obvious that I wanted him to go down with me to New Orleans, I tried to backtrack that it would be just as friends, probably not any sex, but he wasn't really listening to me. He just kept throwing things together into his suitcase, mostly shorts and t-shirts, but a couple nicer outfits, `Never know what will come up, Pete, better to be prepared. Are you all packed?' he says to me. Not waiting for a response he continues on, throwing in his different toiletries, then starts to dig through his underwear drawer, pulling out several striped cotton boxer briefs and a couple jocks, tossing them into a pile. Back at the drawer, he starts pulling out sex objects, tossing them onto the bed; bottle of lube, several vibrators and butt plugs of various sizes and colors, a string of beads (he gives these a quick sniff), and one ginormous dildo."
"'What the FUCK' I say, `That doesn't look human!'"
"'Too much?' he asks, still holding the big fake cock in his hands, caressing it."
"'Uh, yea...,' I say."
"'Ya' really think so?' he asks, weighing it over in his mind, `I don't know... Better to be prepared.' and he tosses it over with the other items."
"Back to the drawer, he starts rummaging through again, God, where did I put that box of condoms, I swear I just bought a whole box.' Going back to the pile of underwear, he asks, Hey, Pete, can you check in the bedside table on your side?'"
"'Oh, here put these on, these will look great on you, really hug that ass of yours.' he says as he tosses me a pair of lime green and navy striped, I don't know, bikini briefs, I guess is what you call them. In a bit of a daze, I slip on the briefs, unsuccessfully trying to fit my now growing cock completely into the tiny pouch of fabric, and start searching for the box in question."
"Finding the condoms, I ask, `Jas', why do we need these, I mean we..., um, ya' know, I already...' I stammered."
"Jason grabs the condoms from me, packing them away, and saying, `these aren't for us, big guy! We've both already hit that fork in the road running, or should I say fucking, for that matter, and there's no crossing back now; what you got, I got, and what I got, you got, it's too late. I'm sorry Pete; I never should have put you in this position. I swear to you I have only had unprotected sex with Dirk and now you. I wouldn't have put you in danger; Dirk was years ago and I've been tested; I'm clean, I promise.'"
"What about me, Jas, what about putting yourself in danger? I asked."
"'What can I say, I trusted you.' In retrospect, I guess I've entrusted you with my life; literally. I don't know, partly, I was in a lust filled haze and I just had to have you and I had to have you were I could really feel YOU. This may sound stupid, but taking a man's cock, getting fucked, is so personal to me, I can't imagine ever opening my ass for someone that I felt I needed a barrier of synthetic rubber keeping us apart.' I've certainly fucked my fair share of guys, and don't think twice about sheathing myself, but actually having a guy inside me, touching my core, no way, it has to be right and it has to be done right.' Plus,' he adds with a shrug, you could never hide the warehouse size box of condoms you kept bringing home from Costco every month; I knew your dick wasn't getting wet.' But I can promise you this...' he says, coming back over to me, his hand pulling down the tight front of my underpants, tucking them under my balls as he strokes my cock, you continue to keep this beautiful hard cock nice and safe, and you can bareback my ass anytime you want.'"
"He kisses me on the lips, then says, `you, my friend have got an all access pass to my back door.'"
"'So,' I ask, what..." I have to focus, as I can still smell him from the kiss, What are the condoms for? What's the point?'"
"Exasperated, Jason said, `Dude, you're not going to New Orleans with your girlfriend. You're not tied to me; you can fuck any willing piece of ass that crosses your path. The condoms aren't for you and me together, but for you or me with the REST of the French Quarter.'"
"That's when everything clicked for me. Even though I had just fucked Jason, we were still just friends, no strings. To this point I had never had unprotected sex, although, I must admit, mainly due to the fact I didn't want to get some bitch; sorry, ma'am, some girl pregnant, and the sex I did have was always through a relationship, never just fucking around. The idea that I could tap Jas's ass with my raw cock some more was enticing enough, but add to it that I could fuck around safely, fulfilling some guilty sexual fantasies during the same road trip was more than I could have ever dreamed."
Throughout his little speech, Pete continued to stroke off his meat, pausing only a second to soap up his fingers for an assault into his tight ass. His back flat against the shower wall, he squats down, opening his ass as first one finger than two slip into his puckered hole. Once deeply imbedded, his fingers really go to work, caressing the walls of his ass, searching and scratching towards his prostate, as he scissors his fingers back and forth; to and fro; around and around.
Mesmerized by the sensations, he quickly forgets about the old lady, and focuses his entire mind on images of himself in the shower with Jason. As a third finger jams into his hole, he sinks to the shower floor, turns his ass up and out for easier access, his legs spread wide and starts fucking himself; one hand stroking his cock, the other flailing three sometimes four fingers in and out of his ass harder and faster with each seesawing stroke.
"Oh, God, Jas', FUCK ME!!"
Pete feels the cum boiling in his balls, as he imagines Jason's weight above him, his cock thrusting in and out of him.
"That's it, Jas', keep fucking me, I'm almost there... Oh, yea. Oh... Oh, yea. OH... YEAH..."
"What the FUCK!"
Startled, Pete opens his eyes to a scowling Jason, sweating in his gym clothes, obviously just back from working out, "Oh, SHIT! JASON..."
Unable to hold his orgasm, cum shoots from his dick as his ass contracts around his fingers. His eyes turned back into his head; One fat sticky glob after another arches high and long through the air, spattering hard against his face, chest and abs, the remainder running down the length of his half hard cock and into his tightly curled pubes.
As Pete's orgasm washes over him, his entire body shuddering from the intense ejaculation, he tries to speak, "Oh Jas', I'm... ugh, so... awe FUCK... sorry... Uh, umm, oh GOD, ugh."
"What are you doing?" Jason spats with a tone of disgust in his voice.
Pete's bloated dick still jerking up and around from spasms deep in his scrotum, he removes his shit slicked fingers from his ass, and gasps, "I came... ugh... GOD... I came..."
"I saw you cum, asshole, but what are you doing here; in MY shower?"
Getting back to his feet, Pete rinses the cum from his body, turns off the water, gets out of the shower and, grabbing his towel, walks over to Jason.
"I came down to apologize. I'm really sorry about last night, I was wrong to say what I said." He reaches out to put his hand on Jason's shoulder, but he is pushed away.
Trying to fill the void of silence, Pete continues, "Driving home, I just freaked out. I couldn't face myself; I couldn't imagine facing my teammates and all the guys."
With this, Jason's stance becomes even stiffer, and his heart hardens.
Still saying nothing, Pete tries again to get a response. "Come on, Jas', you of all people know what it's like around the locker room; you gotta know what the guys are saying behind your back."
"Yea... I know. I know what `the guys' say, I just didn't think I'd have to hear it from you, Pete."
"Oh, shit, I didn't mean it like that, I meant, I meant, I don't know, that I didn't want to face the ridicule. I just couldn't..."
Jason cut him off, "I trusted you, Pete. So yea, we had sex. Really good sex, I mean unreal, best sex I've ever had sex, but we were always friends first."
"GOD dam you! Why'd you have to ruin it, man? For one week, ONE fucking week, you had a chance to be free... be anyone you wanted, fuck anyone you wanted, do ANYTHING you wanted, and in the end... in the end, you fucking took a big OL' shit and flushed every good time right down the fucking toilet.
"But..."
"Let me finish!"
"It wasn't what you said, Pete, I've been called names before, worse than what you threw out last night, trust me. It was the hate behind the words. No... I mean yes, but more than that. The hate was coming from a guy I considered my best friend. Hate from a guy whose opinion I actually respected. From somebody, God, from somebody I loved..."
"But, I never..."
"Shst! All the months we've know each other, I would never had guessed; never would have even imagined you acting the way you did last night."
"But..."
"Don't you get it, Pete? I don't trust you anymore, hell, after what I saw last night, I don't even like you."
"Come on, Jas...," Pete says, as he tries again to touch Jason, "I'm trying to apologize."
"BULLSHIT!" Jason pushes Pete hard in the chest, "You can't take it back, Pete! If you meant every word of it or not, you still treated me like a piece of shit, and friends just don't do that; scared, upset, whatever. Fuck! You knew my issues; I opened up my heart to you, and you pushed every button. Just get out, get the FUCK out of my sight. Get out, get out, GET OUT!"
Head bowed, eyes to the floor, Pete acquiesces, "Ok, ok. I'll give you some space, let you cool down." He says as he backs out of the room with his arms held up in defeat. "I really am sorry, Jason." As Pete starts to leave, he turns back one more time to say, "Just remember Jas' you've had what... 6 years to adjust to all this? Like you just said, I've had one week..."
Tired from his own outburst, Jason shrugs, "Yea, sure, Pete." Then, considering everything, "We'll see."
Pete spends the rest of his Sunday, first at the gym for a quick workout, and then heads for the library to hit the books preparing for his Monday morning class. Finally, tired and hungry, he heads towards home. En route, Pete stops off at a local Tex/Mex restaurant for a burrito and a beer, wanting to prolong another dreaded confrontation with Jason. He ends up chatting it up with the local bar maid, using his "macho" self to charm her out of asking for ID, and, perhaps, trying to prove to himself his own manliness', before finally getting the courage to trudge home. With a hefty tip for the beverage', and a feigned promise of future attention, he heads out.
Fortunately Jason had already called it a night, his bedroom door shut, a glimmer a light shining under the doorway, proving he was still awake. For a second, Pete grapples with knocking, but quickly decides it's better to just give him some space, and heads upstairs.
On Jason's part, he was aware that Pete was standing just outside his door, he heard Pete's footsteps stop, and his heart gave a quick jump in anticipation. When he heard the footsteps finally continue upstairs, he wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed. Logically, Jason knew that Pete was scared, hell, he understood the fear; it's heady enough stuff to admit to yourself that you're gay or might be gay, but the idea that someone might find out is, at first realization, absolutely terrifying. Emotionally, though, Jason was completely torn. Old scars from Dirk crawled at his insides, the hate bubbled in his tummy, but the lust for Pete's powerful and sensuous touch lay deep in his core. Physically, forget about it, he yearned for the feeling of Pete's thick cock thrusting into him, as he bore the full, muscular weight of his lover.
How could he ever trust him again? If Pete were to come to him, how would he know if it was in a blind lust, only to be left hollow, when Pete, once again, regretted his actions? Can they go back to being `just' friends? God, sex really does change a relationship, even with the most honest of intentions. Seeing him, living with him everyday, and not being able to touch him, could he honestly say he could do it with no hang-ups or would resentment continue to grow until, until... What? These thoughts, and more, raced through Jason's head until he simply had to stop. "AAAaaGH," he growled and he pulled at his hair in despair.
Tired and completely self absorbed, Jason turns out the light, and lies down for a second night of cold, restless worries.
Unaware of his friend's turmoil downstairs, Pete enters his own room, flops down on his bed, fully clothed, and immediately starts calling for his Dad.
"Hey, Dad, it's me, Pete!"
"Yeah, you probably already know that, though, huh?"
"Well, whatever... just thought I would let you know that all my worst fears have come true."
"First, things with Jason are NOT good. He's doesn't seem mad at me, but distant and untrusting, like I really, really hurt him from the inside out. When I saw him this morning, God was that embarrassing, he caught me beating off in his shower with my fingers deep inside my ass and panting out his name like a bitch. I tried to explain everything, but that just seemed to make things worse. Finally he just told me to get out."
"Second, going to the gym this morning was a complete disaster. I tried to concentrate on my workout, but couldn't keep my eyes from wandering, there were just too many beautifully chiseled athletes bending and twisting, grunting and sweating through various routines for me to keep my focus. Oh, and the locker room was even worse, as I found myself almost gawking at all the naked muscular flesh."
"Even worse, I think a couple guys caught me checking them out. In particular there is a guy, Mark, sort of a friend of a friend, but I see him around the gym a lot, as he's on the swim team. Anyway, I swear we were each eyeing the other, totally checking out each others `equipment'. As he headed to the shower, with nothing but a towel over his right shoulder, I couldn't help but take in the beautiful sight of his broad, strong back or the way it tapered into a perfect "V" at the waist. Oh, and what an ass!"
"He turned to look at me for just a sec, smiled a friendly smile, and turned back to go into the shower area. With that, I felt a sudden stir in my loins, and I look around nervously. Most of the guys were just going about their thing, oblivious to the link between myself and Mark, but there were a definite few that turned back to see my reaction as he disappeared from view."
"What's wrong with me Pop? I just can't seem to get man ass off my mind. At one point I sat frozen at my locker bench staring, almost drooling, as a guy across the way was struggling to get his jock from around his ankles. His ass was jutting out, as he almost tumbled forward, and with his cheeks spreading wide, I could almost imagine my hands manipulating his tight flesh, massaging his muscled flanks as the rubbery end of my cock slips up and along the inside of his sweaty crack."
"I was just getting to the part in my fantasy when my cock is lined up ready to penetrate into his tight puckered hole, when I'm brought out of my reverie. Focusing, I notice a beautifully chubbed, uncut cock; dripping water fresh from a shower, hanging ever so heavily before my eyes. My gaze moves slowly upward, drinking in the muscled fountain before me, until finally reaching the smiling, mischievous eyes of Mark, the guy I mentioned earlier."
"I realize he's been talking to me, as I hear him finish saying, '...haven't seen you around all week, did you hit the beach for Spring Break?'"
Not getting a response, he continued, "'Pete...? Hello? You ok...?'"
"'Huh? Oh, yea, sorry Mark. What did you say, I was sorta zoning out."'
"He looked over to the guy I was starring at, who was now laughing with a couple of buddies as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Mark gives me a quizzical stare, looking down into my eyes, almost searching for some clue as to what's going on. His eyes moving south, I swear he takes note of my own partially bloated cock, then takes a second look at the jock across the way, giving a noticeable sigh, as he turns back and says, `You sure you're ok? You seem, I dunno, different...'"
"'Yea,' I said, `I just got a killer calc test coming up on Tuesday, and I really need to hit the books. I took all last week off for Spring Break, and now I'm starting to regret it.'"
"'Ok, if you say so.' he says with a shrug,' but I get the feeling that he's not entirely buying it."
"'Oh, hey,' he continues, `What I was saying earlier is that we're having a killer party at the DU house this Saturday night, and a bunch of the brothers are hoping you can stop by. If you want, we're hosting a little flag football contest with the Tri Delts in the afternoon before the party, if you come by early, I'm sure we could get you into the game for a little touchy and feely.'"
"I shrug my shoulders, and say, `I don' know, Mark, I tried the whole frat thing my first year up at the U of I, and there is no way I could go through another rush session. On more than one occasion, I was pretty close to... I don't know, never mind. Let's just say I'm not a frosh anymore, and I don't think I could fall in line like you guys would need me to do.'"
"'No pressure, man, just come by and see what you think.' he says to me.
"Feeling a little nudged, I stand up, wrapping my towel around my waist at the same time to hide my chub, and say, `Awright, I guess it could be fun.'"
"With that, he reaches out to tap me on the shoulder, `Awesome! I can't wait, Man! I like you Pete; you seem like a good guy. Oh, and see if Jason wants to come too. Ya know, he's a graduating member, so see what he thinks.'"
"The mention of Jason sends me spiraling down, as I realize how much I miss him already and, Dad; it hadn't even been a full day since we had last made love..."
"Oh shit... Did I really just say that...?"
"Yeah..., I guess I did, and you know what, Pop, we did make love."
"FUCK!"
"Any ways, Mark and I chat a little longer, but my heart just wasn't into it, until finally we said our goodbyes and I headed for the showers and then off to the library."
"Walking over to the Library, I couldn't help but start thinking about the past week, or how I was going to come to terms with some pretty heavy, life changing shit. I mean, there was rarely a moment for self reflection as to what was going on, so, except for talking it over with you last night and this morning, I just haven't had time to reflect on everything, nor be able to get my arms wrapped around it all."
"I know... I know, not everything fits perfectly into my little bubble, Dad, but you know ever since I was little, I have always tried to squeeze, caress or hammer that damned square peg into that round fucking hole. I just can't help myself; I guess I'm just stubborn."
"Anyways, I don't want to bore you, or gross you out, for that matter, with every detail of what went on last week, but, if you bear with me, I really need to go over some stuff, sort of solidify the weekend in my mind a little bit; maybe get a sense as to how you're feeling about all this."
"I think I'm going to sleep on everything tonight, and start up the story tomorrow night. I've got an early class tomorrow, and I need to be ready to roll, the prof. for this class is hard core."
"Oh, by the way, I think Jason's grandma is stuck in her Jacuzzi, maybe you could send Nanna Roseana down to show her the way up. She seems lonely down here; I think she has a girlfriend up your way, Helen, maybe Nana could help her find her friend."
"Love ya', Pops!"