-Gaymale -Highschool Reese and Me 18 - Facing Reality April 7, 2001
Written by Jamie McHale
Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature.
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Reese and Me 18 - Facing Reality
Two long days had passed since I'd been stripped of my lover. 48 hours of despair and inner torture beyond any imagination. It had taken me two hours after my little talk with Mrs. Pirelli, to call back there to ask her for his sister's number in Fresno. Not surprisingly, she was uncooperative. She went on to describe to me how Reese was not allowed to call me either. I almost killed her! I almost got up and ran across the street to choke her to death. She'd taken everything from me! Reese Pirelli, my sweet man, was gone. And for how long . . . No one was talking.
I lay on the floor of the rec room, near the TV where I'd collapsed. I couldn't stop the tears; they just kept coming.
Why can't he call me?! I wondered in my misery. Even though he wasn't allowed to, I thought for sure that he'd find a way to make it happen. He'd do it for us.
I wept for what seemed like an infinity, just laying there on the floor. Sometimes, I would convulse to remind myself that I was still alive. I'd thought it was something to face the prospect of losing my parents, but this. This was something else. I couldn't remember ever feeling so much pain. I missed him so terribly. And it wasn't just that either. It was the fact that I knew I wouldn't be seeing him for a long time. Or at least, most likely a long time. I didn't know anything for sure.
"Reese!" I cried to myself in the silence of the dark room. It suddenly didn't seem too familiar. The walls closed in on me, crushing my spirit. There was nothing that could even begin to lessen the burden on my heart. I needed my man near me, and yet he was so far away.
I thought about calling the Pirelli house again, but then I stopped myself. I knew that she'd only think lower of me, and it wouldn't do any good anyway. She wouldn't divulge her son's whereabouts, not for anything.
"That mother fucking cocksucking bitch!" I hissed, my staggering sadness transforming into a blind rage. I rose to my feet and impulsively threw my fist into the soft leather couch. I did this fifteen times, continuing to swear through clentched teeth. Soon though, the anger subsided and I was overwhelmed by my original depression. I shuddered and fell face first into the couch before me. I rested there, allowing the tears to flow out of me. I thought if there was a way to get over losing Reese, this must be the way. I'd cry and cry and cry until I was over Reese Pirelli.
Two weeks later . . .
I was just walking in the door to my house when the phone rang. I quickly finished taking off my shoes and entered the large kitchen to collect the cordless. I reached the charge-kit, and retrieved the phone, putting it slowly to my ear. I'd glanced at the caller ID, and it reported that the caller was "out of area."
With curiousity, I hit talk, "Hello?"
"Hey," an ever-so-familiar voice replied on the other end. I almost fainted on the spot - it was Reese.
"Oh my god!" I screamed into the cordless. My hands shaking, I secured a grip on the nearby kitchen table in order to stay on my feet. "Reese! It's you!"
"Yeah," Reese answered calmly. He was silent afterward. I assumed he didn't know what to say next.
"Where are you?!" I cried excitedly, so glad to hear from him.
"I'm still in Fresno," he replied, "I just took a long time to call. Sorry."
"I don't care about that!" I told him, feeling a little more confindent that I wasn't going to hit the floor.
"Good, cuz I was afraid you'd be pissed."
"How could I be pissed, Reese?" I asked, a smile plastered right across my face. "I miss you so much!"
"Well, I don't know when they're gonna let me come home," he explained, "My Mom's still really mad. She said you've called there a couple times."
I flushed with embarrassment, "Yeah, I did," I replied, "I needed to hear from you. I'm dying over here without you Reese."
"Sorry," was all he could say.
"It's not your fault," I told him immediately, "It's your Mom's."
Reese was silent. I wondered if it had been something I said. I could picture him all alone in Fresno, probably just as unhappy as I was. But he had it worse because he was the one being kept away. He was the one who'd been thrown out of the house. I decided that I only had a small understanding of what he was going through.
"Still with me?" I asked tenderly.
"Yeah," he answered. Now he sounded sad.
"Are you alright?"
"No, Jake," he said, "I miss you a lot."
"I miss you too, Reese. And I love you." Those words pierced my heart like never before. It was all so real to me again. He was gone, so far away, and I couldn't have him.
"I love you too," Reese asserted, sniffling. "I gotta go now, but I'll try to call you again soon, k?"
"Don't go yet!" I cried desperately. "Please!"
"I have to. My Aunt's telling me that we have to go. Jake, I'm not even allowed to call you from home. I'm calling from a pay phone. And she doesn't know that it's you," he explained hastily with a shaky voice. "Now I gotta go. Love you." Then, he hung up.
"Reese!" I screamed into the receiver. "Reese!" It was so devastating. It was like I'd lost him all over again. I didn't know if I could take it. I loved him so much, and I depended on that love. I needed to see him, to hold him.
In utter despair, I dropped down into the living room couch. I recalled the time that Reese and I had made love there. I began to cry almost violently. The memories hit me in powerful waves. And it was almost too much for me to handle.
The night, for the most part, was spent sitting around the house, thinking about Reese. What was his new life like? Did he miss me as much as I knew I missed him? He'd sounded calm at first on the phone. I wondered if our forced separation was affecting him as much as it was affecting me. In a strange way, I wanted it to. I wanted him to suffer for me as I suffered for him. I wanted him to go through what I was being forced to go through. It was my way of knowing that I was just as special to him as he was to me. I wanted, needed him to love me. If he didn't, what else was there?
I was just climbing into bed, having said good-night to my parents down the hall, when suddenly, the phone rang. Startled, I went for the phone next to me on the bed-side table. "Hello?"
"Hey, Jake," Chase replied in a happy voice.
"Hi Chase," I said, trying to be polite with him, but it was obvious by my tone that I wasn't in the best mood.
"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, concerned.
"Nothing really, I guess. It's just Reese," I explained. Chase already knew everything. I'd told him. He'd become my confidant in a sense. He always listened to me, and cared if something bad was happening in my life.
"You haven't heard from him yet?" he asked. Chase had expressed to me that he didn't believe Reese was as serious about our relationship as I was, due to the fact that he hadn't called me at all since his forced departure from Los Angeles. Actually, Chase had been more than a little angry with the fact that I hadn't heard from Reese yet. I could tell that he hated to see me go through that.
"He called today after school," I told him calmly, my head sinking into the pillows.
"Really?" he inquired, sounding surprised. "What took him so long?!"
"He's not allowed to call me from where he's staying."
"So he called from like a pay phone or something?"
"Yeah," was my response. I didn't feel like talking at that time, and I think Chase knew it. I'd just been crying for hours, and was fatigued. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate Chase's efforts to help.
"Okay, Jake," he let out after a long pause, "I'll catch ya' tomorrow then, k?"
"Alright," I replied, smiling a little. Chase was always so up-beat. I didn't know if I'd ever seen him upset. "Good-night."
"Good-night."
I thought that this would be the end of the conversation, but then Chase said something that I'll never forget. "Love you, Jake." That said, Chase hung up on his end, leaving me in complete shock. I'd known that he had feelings for me, but nothing like that. I really cared for him as well, but love? I didn't know what to think, so I just blocked it out. I was too tired to rack my brain on anything else but Reese. I put the phone down and went straight to sleep.
Dressed in a yellow and white sweater, baggy khakis, and my white skate shoes, I boarded the Jeep for school. My hair done, and adorning shades for the short drive to school, I had a look at myself in the rear-view mirror. Surprisingly, my mood that morning was fair. I'd expected to be just as miserable as the last couple of days, but I wasn't. As I studied myself in the mirror, I attempted to decided whether or not that was a good thing.
I pulled out into the road and began for school. I knew I was already late, so I was in no real hurry.
I thought about Chase, and the conversation we'd had on the phone the night before. I didn't know how I'd react when I saw him again. What would he say? Or more importantly, what would I say? In a way, I was uncomfortable with his feelings for me. But it felt good to know that he loved me, and was behind me a hundred percent.
I soon arrived at school where I parked the Cherokee. Making my way into the rear entrance, I removed my shades, checking my pockets for the cell phone. My parents were outraged when they heard what had happened to my last mobile phone, so they bought me a new one. My Dad made sure to give me a speech about taking care of it, though.
"Hey Jakey-boy!" an all-too-familiar voice called behind me as I approached my locker.
I turned slowly, scanning the general area around me. There was no one around. I was late, so everyone was already in their classes. It was just me and Alex, standing there in the deserted corridor. I was surprised that he didn't have any of his friends with him.
"Sorry to hear about Reese, but I'm sure it was for the best!" he cried, laughing loudly.
My torso surged with hot anger, "Get the fuck outta here, Alex!" I told him, trying to turn back to my locker. I'd decided that I wasn't about to let him waste my mood.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he screamed in a mocking tone, "Fucking flamer!"
I sighed aloud, turning back to him. He was right in front of me now, less than two feet. "Gimme a fucken break, Alex! You're callin' me a flamer?!"
"Yeah, I am, bitch," he said, coming in even closer.
Growing uncomfortable, I redened with obvious rage, "Get the fuck outta my face!"
"Whatcha gonna do 'bout it, Jakey-boy?! Huh?!" he cried, spitting in my face.
That's when I couldn't take it anymore. With all of my strength, I grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him involuntarily into the lockers behind him. The look on his face was priceless. I wasn't a big guy, but I could still kick the fuck outta Alex, and he knew it.
"Yeah!" I cried victoriously, "You like that fucking shit! You like that! Not so fucken tough without all your buddies, huh?!"
Breathlessly, Alex dropped down onto his knees after I let him go. He was now directly in front of me, his face roughly at crotch level. As I stood there, ready to absorb another attack, Alex reached out with his right hand and felt me up. Utturly shocked and enraged to the point of no return, I drove me foot into his gut. He doubled over, in obvious pain.
I returned to my locker and collected my things. And then I left a defeated Alex laying there in the hallway, alone. I smiled, soon arriving at my first class. It felt so good when I came out on top after a meeting with that prick. I was so used to being the victim where that situation was concerned. I hated him so much. He was the number one source of all my aggravation.
My first class was bustling with activity. I guessed immediately that the teacher had handed out a new assignment, and that the class was now working on it. Well, I was right, and the teacher was soon handing me a sheet of paper. It was the outline for a new project due at the end of the up-coming week.
As I made my way toward the empty pairing of desks at the back of the room, where Reese and I used to sit together, I couldn't get my mind off Alex. I'd been sure that he'd lost whatever feelings he had for me, but then he decides that he's gonna try to feel me up. He was a strange one for sure. And I wasn't sure how to take his advances. Was he just trying to violate me to feel superior in some way?
I sat down and opened my books to get to work. As I attempted to concentrate on this new assignment, Brian Hendrick dropped down into the empty seat next to me. Surprised, I turned to him. He was looking at me, smiling. Brian's got dyed blonde hair, which he gels, he's about my height, and hot as hell. He was into sports, mostly basketball. But, the point is that he's really good-looking. I'd been drooling over him since grade 9 when we frist met. We'd talked a little in the past, but had never been anything more than acquiantances.
"Hey Jake," he greeted, still smiling.
I couldn't believe my luck as I stared back at him. "Hey Brian. What's goin' on?"
"Notten, just wondering if you wanted to be my partner on this project. Since Reese is gone now," he replied happily. I wondered if it was possible that he was putting the moves on me. Could he be interested in me for some reason? I'd seen him date several girls, mostly in grade 9 though.
"Sure, I guess," was my plain answer. I wanted to be nice to him, but the truth was that Alex had ruined my over-all mood. Sure, kicking him had put a smile on my face, but in the long run, if something really good didn't happen to me in the next few hours, I knew I'd be in a terrible mood for the rest of the day.
Brian grinned again, "Cool." He soon turned to his work, and we finished a lot of the project that period. I actually enjoyed working with him, and at the end, we exchanged phone numbers so we could finish the assignment at my place that night. I didn't know what I might be getting myself into, but I kept an open mind. The way I saw it, I'd just made a new friend. I doubted very much that he was gay and trying to charm me. Besides, I didn't really have a lot of interest in that. I was still holding out for Reese. And as far as I was concerned, I'd continue to wait for him until the day I died.
It was nearing six o'clock, and my parents had just left for a meeting. I was upstairs in my room, waiting for Brian to arrive. I'd freshened up a little, having applied my third dosage of deodorant, and having sprayed my chest with collogne. I couldn't help it. I was just so used to doing my best to impress people, that I couldn't avoid doing it now for Brian. Afterall, he was a hotty.
I heard a car pull up a few minutes later. He'd arrived right at the time he'd said. I love punctuality in a guy. Probably because I hate having to wait for someone.
Brian was soon knocking on the door, so I made my way downstairs to welcome him. I reached out and pulled the heavy door open, revealing Brian outside.
"Hey," I said, gesturing for him to come in.
"Hey Jake," he replied, moving past me for the foyer. He immediately began to take off his shoes. I watched him. "Smells good in here," he suddenly remarked. I couldn't get over how pleasant he was. I'd always thought he was more of the conceded type.
"Thanks," I said, continuing to watch him as he stood up. "We had pizza for supper."
"Yeah, I can tell." Brian approached me, "So you wanna get started?"
"Sure," I answered, moving toward the stairs for my room. He followed, and we soon arrived in my bedroom.
"Nice room," he commented, having a look around. While he was glancing around at my stuff, I was looking at him. I found that I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off him. He looked so good. He had his hair all done up, and was wearing a big fluffy-looking sweater with khakis. His sweater looked so comfortable. It made me want to hug him. I had a lot of lust for him, I soon realized. But, that was all. I loved Reese. And I wasn't going to let this hot guy jeapardise my relationship.
"Thanks," I finally said to him, having a seat on my bed. To my surprise, he soon joined me there, instead of grabbing a seat on the nearby chair.
He turned to me, grinning, "So, where's your things?"
My heart was racing, and my palms sweaty, "Ummmm . . . Over here." I got up and grabbed my books, returning to my seat afterward. "Here."
"Alright," Brian said, coming closer to me. "I didn't bring my things, so we'll have to work out of yours. K?"
I hadn't even noticed that he walked in without a school bag. You would think that if you're serious about getting some work done on a school assignment, you at least bring your books with you. Maybe Brian wasn't here to work at all.
"Yeah, alright, Brian." I found that I was soon hypnotised by his brown eyes. Instead of looking down at my books, he continued to stare at me. And I stared right back at him until we both noticed how awkward the moment had become. I looked away first, turning to the window. I shot up from my seat to find that my cock had begun to rise in my pants. I managed to conceal the growing bulge and walked over to the window. I heard Brian coming up behind me. At that point, I knew what this was all about. My suspicions had been confirmed.
"What's wrong?" he asked tenderly, coming up right behind me. "Did I say something?"
"No," I replied immediately, still facing out the window.
"You're not interested then? Cuz you looked interested just now," Brian said, putting his hands on my shoulders. My skin sizzled with his touch. I loved it, but it still made me feel uncomfortable.
"Brian," I began, turning to him. I found that I was way too close to him, within kissing range, but I stayed right where I was. He was just way too hot! "How'd you know that I'm gay?"
"I dunno . . . I guess just by rumours. I didn't know for sure." His breath was so fresh. I could have kissed him right then.
"Oh, ok," I said, easing into the situation with him. I desperately wanted him. I was so horny, but Reese's picture kept popping up in my head. And then I thought of Chase. He'd been trying to get me forever, still without success. And he told me that he loved me over the phone the last time we talked. Nevertheless though, super-hot Brian was right in front of me and wanting to get it on.
I leaned in and teased him for a kiss. He closed his eyes and our lips made contact. My body surged with energy. I put my hands on the sides of his arms and drew him in closer. He felt and smelled and tasted so good, and I couldn't stop myself. But, I kept thinking in the back of my mind, How can this be happening? After everything with Reese and Chase, this guy that I barely know gets me in one night. I tried to put it out of my mind as I pushed Brian back toward the bed. We continued to kiss, as I lowered him onto the ruffled covers. He sat in front of me now, as I stood at the foot of the bed. The look on his face was something I'd never seen before. He was completely and totally living in this moment in time.
Brian took off his sweater, looking back up to me. I didn't know if he knew what to do next, so I reached down and grabbed his hands. I placed them on the bulge in the front of my pants. He smiled, lightly stroking me. I undid my pants for him, and my long and hard cock sprang out. Breathing hard, Brian leaned in and began whacking me as I stood there. I let him until I had to get down on him. Without warning, I pushed his hands away and got down on top of him on the bed. We kissed again as I explored his half-naked body with my eager hands.
I was soon making my way down his clean and defined chest. I smelled and kissed him all the way down to his crotch. I could feel his heart pounding and I could hear his heavy breathing as I slowly undid his khakis. I could already tell by the bulge that he had a prize-piece waiting for me in there. I pealed away his silky boxers to real at least seven inches of uncut cock. The foreskin was well behind the knob, however. I began to stroke it, but soon had to take it into my mouth. And I gave him one of the best blow jobs I'd ever given. I let it slide in and out of my mouth, gripping the base tight. I lubricated it with my saliva, sucking at a faster pace. I sensed that this was his first time, so I saved his load. But, I kept him on the edge as the minutes passed and I continued my work on his genitals.
After I was done going down on him, I made my way back up his chest. My hands were still grasping his throbbing dick as we enjoyed yet another kiss. That's when he took over, and I let him since I'd been leading the entire time. He got into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around me. We sat together, kissing as our hands explored each other. I rubbed his firm and sweaty ass, dipping my fingers in his tight anus. He moaned in my face as we continued to kiss. Then, he pushed me back and got down on my. There was so much passion between us two strangers as we made love. And he was soon blowing me off. I could tell that he was an amature, but it was still good. Reese kept creeping back into my mind as I lay there enjoying it. So, I didn't last too long on the receiving end. I got up, pushing his head away. With passion and lust, I turned him around and thrust my knob in his tight hole. It was slow work at first, but as Brian moaned exitedly, I managed to get half my cock into him. And then I began to fuck him, doggy-style. We sweat and cried out together, panting like animals by the time I came in him.
Still like an animal, I turned him over, my cock wet with cum. I went down on him, wanting, needing for him to orgasm with me. It didn't take a lot of sucking for Brian Hendrick to shoot his hot boy-juice right down my throat. I made sure that there was no cum on his tool, then dropped onto my back on the bed next to him. I let out a long breath, tired from the sex. I looked over at Brian who was laying there with his eyes closed. And then I thought of Reese again. He was doing exactly what Reese did after we made love to each other. He was savouring the moment, living in extasy. All at once, I counted myself lucky for being able to have a hot guy like Brian, and I regretted the sex with him as well. I'd betrayed Reese again. Or was it really betrayal? Was there even a relationship anymore, now that he was gone? I didn't know when he might be allowed to come home. How was I supposed to react to that? I'm only human, I told myself, laying there with hot-Brian. I decided that it was all too much to think about in that moment, so I turned on the bed and cuddled up to Brian's hot naked body. And we spent the rest of the evening there together. When it was time for him to go, I stood in the foyer watching him walk to his car, the rain beating down on him, unsure of what I was feeling. I decided that I was going to call Chase and tell him everything. I assumed that his reaction wouldn't be good, but I didn't care. I needed to concentrate on my own feelings. I'd been stripped of my lover, and was dealing with too many issues. If Chase didn't understand that, then who would?
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