Jared
It was right around the time that Sam would be getting up for work. I knew that he'd at least be out of bed by now and he wouldn't be able to avoid me. I got out of my car and walked up to his door. I took a deep breath and stared at the ground for a few seconds before I knocked.
At first I knocked normally but there was no answer. I knocked again and still nothing. I saw Sam's car in the parking lot so I knew he was home. After another couple minutes of not hearing anything I was out of patience. I started pounding on the door with the bottom of my fist.
"Open the fucking door Sam!" I yelled into the door. "I'm not going away!"
Another couple minutes went by without an answer and I pounded on the door again. Finally he answered. I walked into the house and closed the door behind me before I started screaming.
"What the fuck did you do to Matt on Friday night? Huh? Huh? What the fuck did you do that for?"
"I-I-I don't...know," he stammered.
"I swear to god Sam if you try to tell me that my own husband is a liar I am going to..."
"No no no no no I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he managed.
"You're sorry? That's all you can say? After what you did to my husband?"
"I was drunk," he said sheepishly. I took a deep breath and calmed down before I started speaking again.
"Sam, brother to brother I'm going to tell you something I've known about you since you were about 10 years old. You have mental health issues. The chemicals that make your brain function are off. But there are medications you can take that will fix that," I said before I paused to let that part of my speech marinate for a second.
"I want you to make an appointment. I want you to get that taken care of. Then you need to apologize to Matt and you better pray that you didn't just piss away the most important friendship you've ever had," was how I finished.
"Jared," Sam began in a low tone of voice. "Do you want to know what really happened?"
I sighed. I wasn't sure if he was going to feed me a line of bullshit or actually give some real insight.
"Sure," I said figuring I would regret that answer.
"Some bad things happened when I was younger that you don't know about and I've had a hard time trusting because of that. Matt made me feel safe and loved and I guess I..." he paused and thought for a moment before he finished his sentence. "...took things the wrong way."
"What do you mean 'bad things'" I asked with the fear rising in my throat.
"Stuff that's really hard to talk about," he quietly said sounding evasive. I had an idea in my head that I never ever thought I would have to wrestle with.
"Sam," I said before I paused to swallow. I chose my words carefully.
"I can tell there's something here that I really don't want to know about. But I want you to know that you can tell me. I'm your big brother. You can tell me anything no matter how hard it's going to be to hear."
I knew this was the moment I needed to shift my tone from caring to serious.
"But I need you to hear me right now. If it's causing these kinds of problems then this is something that we're going to have to deal with. You need help to deal with it and I promise you that I'll help you get that help," I said sitting back down next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"I want help," he said with a tear running down his cheek.
"Remember when that Justin kid would come over for sleepovers? He molested me," Sam said staring at the floor. Those three words hit me like bullets.
"Sam I'm sorry" was all I could manage before the floodgates opened. I bawled my eyes out into my hands.
"Sam I just hope you can forgive me," I said through the tears. "I'm so so sorry," I said. I felt like someone had shoved a butcherknife into my stomach.
"Forgive you for what?" he asked.
"I didn't protect you like I was supposed to," I replied trying to get ahold of myself but not making much progress.
"Jared it wasn't your fault," he said as I started to gather myself. "He would..." Sam started and I started sobbing again and thankfully he stopped right there.
"Sam," I began finally gathering myself enough to form a complete sentence. "I know I just said you can tell me anything but can we please finish this conversation later? I really need to digest what I've already learned before I can hear the rest. Sam I feel like I failed you as a brother and I'm so so sorry," I rambled before I finally felt like I'd said everything I needed to. It was like vomiting but emotionally.
"Jared you didn't fail me," Sam said quietly but confidently. "You're being the brother I need right now."
"Sam this is the worst day of my entire life," I said in a dark tone.
"Jared I love you," he said before he embraced me and I hugged him back.
"I'm going to go home now," I said in a very plain tone of voice. I was emotionally exhausted and I wasn't looking forward to what was ahead of me.
"I'm going to explain this whole thing to Matt. Is it okay if I tell him what you told me?"
He nodded his head yes.
"Okay. I think your chances of him being friends with you again just went up."
I walked out the door and back to my car. I got in, turned on the ignition, and then I had to wait a minute before I could summon the energy to take the transmission out of park. I felt like I'd just been handed a big giant burden to carry and there was a pretty good chance that would be for the rest of my life.
I drove back to the house which I wished took longer. This conversation with Matt was going to be just as difficult. I pulled into the garage and took a deep breath before I got out of my car and headed inside. Matt was still on the couch and you could tell he had a lot of anxiety. He saw the look on my face and he knew something was seriously wrong.
"Jared what happened?" he asked in a very concerned-sounding voice.
"He was molested. He told me that..." I couldn't finish that sentence without crying.
"He told me that it was one of my friends who used to come over for sleepovers. He didn't tell me any more than that. But he said that his relationship with you made him feel safe for the first time and between that and the alcohol he misinterpreted what the two of you had."
I sat down on the couch next to him.
"He's sorry and he agreed to get help."
"Can you forgive him?" Matt asked me and that question triggered some visceral emotions.
"I told him to forgive me," I said pointing to my chest. "I told him to forgive me for not protecting him. I feel like I failed as a brother,"
"Jared this is not your fault at all," Matt whispered with just as much pain in his voice as I had in mine. "Jared it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself."
"This is the worst fucking day of my entire life!" I yelled.
"Mine too," he said quietly. "But it's going to get better. I want him to apologize to my face but I forgive him. Let's just deal with it and put it behind us," he finished.
"I have to find him a counselor and a psychiatrist," I thought out loud. "Even worse is that I have to finish that conversation with him. I promised him."
"Jared you need to take care of yourself right now. You've got a lot to process. I think you need to take a day or two to yourself before you do anything."
"I think you're right," I replied before I went and laid down on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a minute before I started crying again. Matt came in and laid down next to me and held me for a minute.
"He was abused," I said somberly. "Some motherfucker hurt my little brother."
"My heart is just breaking right now," he said softly. "I'm still hurt but I forgive him. And it's okay."
It was a long couple days before I worked up the courage to call Sam. I was just going to offer to set up a time and place to finish our earlier conversation. I felt like I was ready and had processed what I needed to process.
The phone rang a few times before he picked up.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey Sam it's Jared, how are you feeling?"
"Pretty shitty," he replied with a disgusted edge to his voice.
"I figured. Do you want to meet up somewhere and talk about it? Your place? Our place? It's okay, there's no hate for you," I rambled trying to make Sam feel safe.
"You can come over whenever," he replied quietly. "I want to have that talk here."
"How about later tonight?" I proposed.
"That's fine," he replied.
That night I went over there and we decided we'd get the hard part out of the way first. He told me what happened. I'm not going to go into details but it was horrible. And to think that was my friend that did this to him. I cried buckets after hearing that. But now it was my turn to get a few of my own questions answered.
"So is that why you pretty much stopped talking to me when I came out?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"Please don't tell me you actually believe that," I replied. It stung having that suspicion confirmed.
"No, but I can't say that I didn't used to."
"I can honestly understand," I said nodding my head supportively.
"I know I'm the one that fucked everything up but Jared I love you so much. I think I have a new respect for you. You're the wisest person I know. I'm glad I have you especially right now."
There went the tears again.
"Sam," I said trying to swallow the urge to cry for just long enough to put a sentence together.
"We're going to get past this. You owe Matt an apology and whenever you're ready we can get that out of the way. It's just going to take some time to get you straightened out and on the right meds and whatnot. I love you too. I forgive you."
"Jared," he started and I felt that familiar feeling of being afraid of what he's about to say next.
"I hate my job. I can't stand the 8-5 life and it's so fucking boring."
That wasn't what I was expecting at all but I thought I had a pretty good solution.
"You need to get on meds and get straightened out first but once that's done why don't you be a flight attendant?"
"Me?" He sounded shocked.
"Yeah you. You're definitely not too tall, you're attractive and the industry is full of gay men, and you're good with people. You should give it a shot," I explained.
"Wow. I think I like that idea." he replied with a smile.
I went home feeling a lot better and I still kind of felt like I'd had a weight lifted off of my shoulders. I went home and Matt was waiting for me and I told him that everything was okay and that it would all be straightened out.
I also needed some stress relief. After all that was over I jumped from the couch onto my knees and pulled down Matt's basketball shorts. I took his cock in my mouth as it was springing to life and teased the tip. I pleasured his shaft with my tongue as Matt moaned with pleasure. I spent a lot of time on his frenulum and he kept breathing harder and harder and harder until it finally happened. He let out a massive cum that was like drinking from a drinking fountain.
"That was incredible," he said as he caught his breath.
"You like that?"
"Yeah. Dude it's going to start getting better soon," he said still panting. "I love you so much."
That was exactly what I needed to hear in that moment.
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