Matt
When we arrived in California it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. When Jared first asked me if I was willing to bring Sam along I was really apprehensive but I agreed when I thought about it from Sam's perspective. He really had nothing going for him back home and that was what swayed me. Once we got there I was so glad I did. I hadn't gotten to know Sam properly before he came with us because he's pretty stand-offish around new people. He has a heart of gold and he's hilarious.
About a month after we moved I started my job with the state. I started out as a financial analyst for the Department of Social Services. The building my office was in was just a few blocks from the state capitol. I told Sam he should apply for the state too because he had a bachelor's degree and luckily enough he got hired by my same department. We carpooled at first and after experiencing rush hour traffic we quickly switched to public transit since we lived a block from the light rail station.
Sam and I got very close in the first few months after we moved to California. When Jared was gone Sam was always there and it was such a blessing compared to when we were still living in Illinois and I was always by myself. He told me things about his childhood that were very shocking. Things he hadn't even told Jared about.
The best thing about it all was that even after he got his own apartment he would still hang out at the house with me when Jared was gone. Jared got Sam set up with a place at a complex about six blocks down the street from our house. He said it was his older brother protectiveness in trying to make sure he didn't live very far away. Once that happened he'd pick me up and we'd park at the station and ride to work together. I looked forward to that time with him every day. He really became a good friend. That was until that one night.
It was a Friday night about seven months after we moved and Jared was was sitting in the crew room at the Minneapolis airport waiting to be assigned a trip. Sam and I had Chinese delivered and earlier in the week I'd bought a bottle of our favorite wine. We rented a movie and at first everything was fine. I didn't notice right away how much of the wine he had drunk and he was kind of sloshed.
Sam was sitting on the opposite side of the couch as me. He moved over closer to me and tried to kiss me.
"Hey no," I said pushing him off me. He stood back up and said "Jared doesn't have to know" as he started to unzip his pants.
"Stop! Get away from me!" I yelled at him and he backed up across the room. He put his hands up and without saying anything started trying to play it off. He was quickly realizing how scared I was and while he wasn't saying anything I could tell he wanted me to calm down but the look on my face wasn't changing and I was still breathing pretty hard. Sam just stood just in front of the foyer looking at me as if he wanted to see what I was going to do next.
"Get the fuck out of my house," I yelled at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He didn't say anything before he sheepishly turned around, opened the door, and walked out just as I'd instructed. When I didn't hear his car start I poked my head out the front door and saw him walking down the street. I was glad he wasn't driving but I wanted to make sure he wasn't hiding somewhere.
I locked myself in the bathroom and slumped over on the bathroom floor and cried while I waited for the shower to get warm. Sam was my best friend. I couldn't believe he'd do this to me. I got in the shower and spent an hour washing myself trying to make this uncomfortable feeling go away.
I spent the rest of the weekend alone and I didn't see or hear from Sam on Monday. Jared didn't get home until the afternoon that day so he wasn't around when I left in my own car instead of Sam coming to pick me up. I tried not to seem off when Jared got home that evening but the longer I held onto it the worse I felt. The next morning I called in sick to work and woke Jared up and that I had something to tell him.
"Can we sit in the living room?" I asked and Jared got out of bed with this concerned look on his face. He came into the living room and sat down next to me. He put his arm around me as I stared at the floor.
"What's wrong Matt?" he said with fear causing his voice to crack.
"Are you going to believe what I'm about to tell you?"
"Of course," Jared replied. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Sam tried to have sex with me."
"What?" Jared whispered with excruciating pain in his voice.
"He and I drank some wine Friday night and he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away and then he got close to me again, he said 'Jared doesn't have to know,' and started to unzip his pants. I screamed at him to stop and to get the fuck away from me and he backed off. He left and I haven't seen or heard from him since."
Jared had sighed many times during that and he buried his face in the palm of his hand. I saw his other hand ball into a fist and I started to get worried.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill the motherfucker," he said at first before he calmed down just as quick as he got pissed off. He sat back down next to me and put his arms around me.
"I'll take care of it. It's time to have the conversation I knew I was going to have to have with him at some point," Jared said calmly.
"You're not going to hurt him right?" I asked in a serious voice.
"Of course not," he said before he looked down and sighed. "Please don't take this as me making excuses for him because this is the big brother in me talking right now. I've known since Sam was about 10 that he has mental health problems. I've never said anything to him about it but now it's obvious that I need to," Jared explained.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm going to confront him. I have to," he replied. "We have to deal with this."
"I'm not ready to see him yet," I replied.
"That's totally fair. Would you be open to him apologizing at some point," I asked.
"Maybe. I'm really hurt by this," I said honestly. Jared sighed again.
"Like I say I'm going to go confront him. We'll see how that goes. I love you so much Matt and I'm going to make sure he never does anything like this again. It's up to you whether you can forgive him or want to be friends with him again. But I'm going to go over there and deal with him."
"Do you have to do it right now?" I asked with the pain still in my voice.
"No I don't," he said before he sat back down on the couch.
"I need you right now Jared."
He smiled and put his arms around me before I kissed him. Even despite the circumstances Jared made me feel safe and I had no problem going the distance that day. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me on the couch. We kissed passionately for a minute before we got rid of our clothes and Jared went to get the bottle of lube from the bedroom.
When he returned he lubed me up before he came up to kiss me again and then moved down to my chest and stomach. He took me in his mouth and I moaned with pleasure as he mesmerized the tip of my dick. That's when he got between my legs and pushed himself inside me.
I let out a moan as the pleasure swept through me as Jared started thrusting faster. My prostate was loving every second of this. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pounded me and moaned with pleasure as he went. Sure enough he started breathing faster and thrusting faster and he let out a groan as he finished.
"Fuck that was good," I said as he got off me and sat back up. "You make me feel safe."
"I know how that can be sometimes," he replied. "You know considering how the rest of the day is going to go I think that was a pretty good start," he quipped and we both laughed.
"Now that I've had some time to calm down I think I can be friends with him again and I know I can forgive him. I just need a little bit first," I confided.
"I'm glad to hear that. I think I feel the same way. I just hope this results in him getting the help that he needs. He can't ignore his mental health anymore and I'm going to tell him that straight to his face," Jared answered. "Now comes the hard part," he finished with a sober look on his face.
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