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Written By
David Spowart
"The Heart wants what it Desires"
I am just looking down from the college classroom and he's there again. He's just sitting against an old oak tree, reading a book. I cannot see what it is he is reading. I found out his name is Jerry; second name yet to be discovered, not that It's really important. You see, I have been known to be quite shallow. What I mean by that is, most of the time I wouldn't give the likes of Jerry a second glance. I will describe him.
He is around 5'9; not fat, but not thin either. I would say about 10 or so pounds overweight; a winter lining, so to speak. Scruffy brown hair, ancient jeans and an old Status quo t-shirt; must have been his dad's or something. But I usually go for the pretty boys; you know, dressed to impress sort of guy. And Jerry was none of those things. It's just, there is something about him that has me transfixed.
I somehow managed to get through the days lecture without fucking things up. I am a medical student hoping to be a doctor; a surgeon to be more precise. My dad is a surgeon, as was my grandfather. So, it's a family deal, and as such, I'm following tradition. Besides, I love medicine; my mother is a GP and she loves it.
But Jerry has me distracted. I mean, I don't have a clue if he's even gay. I need to know if he is or isn't, cause if he is it becomes a completely different problem.
I walked over to the library and studied what I had to. I read for just over an hour. Reference books never leave the library. I know, you can go to the archives online and get the information; but I like tactile things. I like to get a hold of the book, feel what I am about to read.
It was about eight in the evening when he walked in. He fingered the spines of certain books and that sent a tingle straight to my scrotum. He grabbed a book and sat not far from me. I stared so intently I became obvious. He looked up and stared back.
"Can I help you?" he asked. I was deaf to his words. "I said; can I help you?" he repeated. "What? Sorry, I was miles away" I replied. Smooth, very smooth. "You were staring at me" he replied. "Sorry man, no I wasn't; I was staring in your direction, daydreaming. Sorry if I disturbed you" I replied back.
"Oh, no problem" he replied.
"What are you reading?" I asked. Ice already broken
"Oh, just a distraction" he replied. "Sorry" I came back, confused. "No, the book. I'm distracting my brain, giving it a break" he replied.
"Anything good?" I enquired
"Lord of the flies" he replied.
"Heavy book" I added.
"Yeah, I read it a few years ago; thought I would give it another go" he responded.
"Look, I'm going to grab a coffee; you want me to bring you anything?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. "Ermm, no. Hang on, I'll come with; I might change my mind. I need to watch what I eat, though. I could stand to shed a few pounds" he replied.
"Why, you look okay to me" I responded, being all too obvious.
"Stu, Stu Tate" I introduced myself. "Jerry, Jerry Dixon" he responded. "Nice to meet you Jerry" I smiled and shook his hand. "Likewise" he replied.
"So, what do you like?" he asked, as we exited the library. "In what context?" I asked. "To read, you know; fiction, non-fiction?" he enquired. "Oh, I love a good gritty book; someone like Val McDermid. You know, Wire in the blood or Dark Domain" I replied. "Yeah, she's good; but I like writers like Lee Child or Jo Nobo" he responded.
We continued talking about writers, and who we could not wait to read if a new one was coming out. We walked into the Coffee Shack and ordered coffee and took a seat. "If you don't mind me asking, you sit by the old oak tree reading almost every day; what are you reading?" I asked.
"Spying or stalking?" he asked.
"I have a class that overlooks the grounds where you sit, reading" I responded. "Oh, well, I am reading a story about victims of violence. It's a story of domestic violence between a farmer and his wife. She was killed by him" he responded. "Oh, sounds harrowing" I replied. "It is. I knew the writer" he added. "Knew?" I heard the past tense to his answer.
"Yeah; my Mother. It's about her sister; my mother wrote it" he replied. "You used the past tense" I responded. "Yeah, she died last year; breast cancer" he said sadly. "Oh, sorry" I replied.
"It's okay, you didn't know" he responded.
"Okay, change of subject. What is it you like to do for fun; you know, party, swimming, anything?" I asked. "Well, swimming I loved, but have been away from it for a while now, as you can tell" he said, grabbing a small part of his belly. Yeah, he could do with getting some exercise; but, I don't know, if anyone could carry a few extra pounds and get away with it, Jerry was it.
"You like the Cinema" I asked, again being obvious. "Stu, sorry; but why are you even talking to me? I am not exactly in the cool circles of this college" he responded. "Jerry, what has being popular or cool got do with anything? It's all just bullshit anyway" I replied.
"Easy for you to say; you don't have a fat cell in your body, not a blemish on your skin I bet" he said in a down manner, insulting but without malice.
"And you think that is easy, Jerry? I have had my food measured and my free time calculated since birth. Coming here has been my first bit of freedom. My father has plans for me to go to an Ivy League school for graduate work when I am finished here" I said, with a hint of sadness in my voice and body language.
"Oh, poor you. Some people struggle to get where you are. Your parents have your future in mind, and making sure you do not fuck it up" he said with more scorn. "Jerry, I am not being insensitive; it's just, my feelings never came into it. Yeah, I love the medical profession; it's, well" I couldn't get my words out without sounding like a spoiled brat.
"I haven't had the chance to date. I don't socialize unless it is prearranged. It's only since coming here that I have had more freedom. I am 21 and I am always worried about disappointing my parents" I added.
"So you don't date?" he asked. "No, I said I didn't date" I responded. "Okay, so what is your type?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I enquired. "You into ass, legs, tits, what? " he asked. "Oh, erm, I don't really know; I just go with what attracts me" I replied. "And you, what do you go for?" I returned the question, obviously expecting the usual red blooded male answer.
"I'd rather not say" he replied. Fuck, what sort of answer is that? "What, you like fat chicks?" I laughed out. "No, it's just that I don't discuss my private life with someone I have just met" he replied. And me now more confused about the are you gay or not...frustrating!
"Jesus, it's almost 10pm; I need to get to my dorm" he said, standing up. He picked up his messenger bag and bid me a good night. I sat contemplating the conversation I had had with Jerry; still no further along in determining what he goes for. Mind, I never gave him any clear indication, either.
I finished my Latte and left the Coffee Shack. I walked the short distance to my dorm. I had a single room, thanks to my dad making sure I had no distractions from studying. Well, he failed in that concept; Jerry was one hell of a distraction.
The following day started just like the previous. I again had a class that overlooked the oak tree, and, at the same time, Jerry was sitting under it, reading his book. He looked up and spotted me looking; he smiled and I returned the smile. He pointed at the library building, letting me know where he was headed.
My lecture concluded, and I headed to see if he was still there. On a table was two cups of coffee from the shack. "Thanks" I replied, taking my seat. "No sugar, right?" he said, looking up from the Lord of the Flies. "Yeah, cheers" I replied. "How much?" I asked. "You pay next time" he responded. "Deal" was my response.
"So, back to our getting to know each other questions" I started. He looked up, closed his book ,and placed it on the table. "So, what about your dad?" I asked. "Stu, I would rather not talk about this stuff if you don't mind" he replied sadly. Oh damn, was he dead, too, I thought to myself.
"Sorry if I hit a nerve" I said, and opened the reference book of the day. "No, it's not that; it's just hard and very personal" he said softly. "Jerry, if we are going to be friends, you can tell me, you know. I'm no rumor whore; I won't gossip" I said with honesty.
"Perhaps in time, Stu; just let me make that decision, okay?" he replied, and I nodded in agreement. I thought he was being a bit standoffish.
"So, you said Cinema last night; what kind of movies do you like?" he asked. "Oh, anything that has a good story" I replied. "Like?" he asked. "Argo, or stuff like it. I just watched Lincoln; good movie" I replied.
"Yeah, I just saw Killing them Softly, with Brad Pitt" he replied. Brad has been in many of my fantasy dreams; and recently I had begun to watch the sit-com called Don't trust the bitch in apartment 23, and my old time wank bank material is in it: James Vanderbeek. Yummy!
"Haven't seen it" I replied. The image of James and Brad, naked, lying on my bed, came to my thoughts and my groin.
"Anything new out that we can go see?" I asked.
"Flight is supposed to be okay" he replied. "Friday night, unless you have plans, that is" I added. "No, Friday's good" he replied, and we went back to idle chit-chat and reading in between comments.
The next few days dragged. The following day I did not see him at all. He was not by the oak tree, as he had been almost every day this year; well, week days, anyway. Thursday I spotted him walking out of his chemistry lecture with what appeared to be a bruise below his right eye.
"Been in the wars, have we?" I asked. He ignored the comment and walked straight past me. "Jerry, what gives?" I yelled, and received no reply. "Do you know what happened to Jerry?" a girl I did not know asked. "No, I just asked and he ignored me" I replied. "Yeah, me too" she responded. "His dad was here yesterday; he won't talk about him" she added. "You think his dad did that?" I asked.
"No, his dad's a Major" she replied. "That doesn't mean he doesn't hit" I replied. "If you talk to him, just be careful; he's had it pretty tough" she added, and walked off. I had a rough idea where he was headed; and I was right. He was sitting against the oak tree, not reading; just looking over the grounds. He didn't see me approach; I sat down, but not too close.
"You wanna talk about it?" I asked, and he just kept staring out over the campus grounds. "Who hit you, Jerry" and received no response. "Jerry?" I asked again. "I slipped" he responded. "Jerry?" I asked again. "What do you care, anyway?" he spat back. "Thought we were becoming friends?" I said, softly. "Yeah, well, friends don't stick their noses where they don't belong" he spat back.
"Bit harsh, wasn't it?" I replied.
"Stu, please, just leave it alone" he replied, and stood up and began to walk off. I reached for his arm and he pulled away in pain. "Ahhhh" he moaned out. "What the fuck" I said, and pulled up the sleeve of his shirt; his lower arm was black and blue.
"Fuck, Jerry, who did this?" I asked with concern.
"I told you I slipped" he replied, pulling away. "Shit, Jerry, that could be broken" I replied. "What the fuck do you care?" he again spat back. "Look, dipshit, if you were not being so pig headed; you could see that I am concerned here" I spat back in return.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah" I added.
"Look, Stu; there are things going on with me that you would not understand" he started. "Give me some fucking credit" I said, getting a little upset with him.
"Please, just let it fucking drop" he replied.
"Jerry, just talk to me...please" I asked, and he went silent. "Jerry...Jerry" I repeated.
"Dad's getting remarried" he started.
"Well, that's a good thing, right?" I asked
"You'd think so; but he hasn't told her about me" he added.
"Okay, but if he is marrying the woman, that will change, right?" I asked.
"No, he doesn't want me to meet her. She has two kids; a girl aged nine and a boy aged seven, from a previous relationship" he said.
"Okay, that happens" I replied.
"He does not want me involved. He hasn't told her he had been married before; he wants a fresh start, where I am not in the picture. He has told me to stay away" he said sadly. "You are kidding, right?" I said, with some scorn in my words at the disgust I feel for his father; and I hadn't even met the guy.
"Anything else?" I asked
"Isn't that enough?" he replied. "He hit you" I said as a statement of fact, not a question. He just nodded and bowed his head staring at the ground.
"Why?" I asked
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course it matters" I spat back with a harsh tone not intended.
"I pleaded with him not to cut me out of his life; I begged" he added. "He just laughed and said he didn't want the likes of me poisoning his new family. I grabbed him, and he just turned and punched me square in the face. Then, when I pulled away, he punched me again, in the gut" he added, pulling up his shirt to reveal a large punch mark.
"I dropped, and he kicked me in the arm" he added. "He just said I was weak and useless and walked out" he concluded with moisture in his eyes.
"What did he mean, people like you poisoning his new family?" I asked. "Stu, please don't push anymore, please" he said, as he turned to walk away.
"Jerry, look at me, please" I said, and he stopped; but didn't turn around. "Jerry please, just look at me" I repeated, and he turned around, as tears were freely flowing down his face.
"Jerry...Jerry I am gay" I said, hoping what he had told me was a prelude to him telling me the same. If not, I'm fucked.
"Your dad has disowned you for the same reason, hasn't he?" I asked, hoping I was right. He looked intently at me like he was sizing me up. I could see questions whirling in his eyes.
"Jerry?" He looked again at me. He looked around to see if anyone had heard what I had said. He walked close to me and just stared at me.
"Is it true?" he asked
"Is what true; that I am gay?...yeah" I whispered.
"But why would you tell me this?" he replied.
"To show you that I am a friend, and you can talk to me" I replied. "Your dad?" I asked again.
"He doesn't want a faggot spoiling his new life" he replied.
"His loss; you are a great guy, Jerry" I replied, wiping the moisture away from his eyes. "Just wish he saw that" he said, sobbing.
"Some people just can't handle having a gay kid" I responded. "How did your parents handle it" he asked, as we took to sitting back under the oak tree.
"Dad was a bit upset at first, but he came around. My mother just moped for a few days. She saw the fact that no grandkids was the downside to my announcement" I informed him. "So, when was this?" he asked. "Oh, I was 17; just turned 17 actually" I replied.
"So, you still hide though, right?" he asked.
"Well yeah, for the most part; but I won't lie. If anyone confronts me or just plain asks, I tell. Look Jerry, I am not ashamed of what, or who, I am. Why should I be?" I said, with a smile on my face. "Okay, some have it rough. I mean, I can see that your dad is a dick; but mine wasn't. Sorry Jerry, I am not gloating, or I don't mean to be" I added.
"No, it's fine. My mother would be disgusted at the way he has just turned his back on me. I should just turn up at his wedding, you know, like the kids in `Flowers in the Attic', and fuck up his wedding" he said, with a hint of humour.
"Okay, truth time" he said, looking at me. "What?" I asked. "Why did you approach me? I mean, before you knew me, I saw you in the window; and then you were staring at me in the library" he reminded me.
"Well, I look out that window every day; and the library, I told you, I was daydreaming" I informed him. Somehow, I don't think I convinced him.
"Is that the truth?" he asked.
"Yeah" I replied.
"Just wondered if you were a chubby chaser" he added.
"What? Shit Jerry, stop being so down on yourself. Okay, you are a bit heavy; but, by what, ten pounds, twelve at most. Your frame carries it well; you don't even look overweight. As for chubby chasing, I am a bit shallow for that" I added, somehow avoiding the blush.
"Well, first off, thank you; and second, you must be blind, I am fat" he said, staring at the ground. "Nobody could be attracted to this" he added, squeezing his gut.
"Look, I do find you attractive, I really do. I mean... you do turn me on, it's just I don't know what to do. I mean, I've had the occasional one night stands and I hook up a lot. I don't mean I'm a slut or anything, but I haven't looked for a relationship; never been interested in those" I said, looking at him.
"What; you mean you see me as more than a one nighter?" he asked.
"Well, I would like to see what we can be" I replied.
"What do you say, wanna see what we can be?" I added.
"But I'm fat; what would a gorgeous guy like you want with this? Are you in some sort of bet or something? I have seen `Pretty in Pink' you know" he replied.
"Yeah, so have I; and, if I remember right, Molly Ringwhald ends up with Andrew McCarthy" I replied. "And furthermore, you are not fat; so stop pissing me off by repeating it" I added.
"So, you think we could be boyfriends?" I asked. "Fuck, I hope so" he replied, with a smile on his face for the first time today. He reached over and held my hand. Nobody was about; but I couldn't count on nobody watching from the windows.
"Let's go to my dorm room" I whispered.
"Why?" he asked.
"Stupid question, not sex; we will wait for that. I want to get to know you, and I mean you; but Jerry, I am going to kiss you" I said in his ear. As we stood up, we picked up our backpacks and walked over to my dorm building.
"So Friday night is a date now, then?" I asked. He smiled and replied, "Seems like it doesn't it" As we entered the dorm building, a couple of guys left, not giving us a second glance.
I opened the door and walked in. I put my bag down, turned, and was face to face with Jerry. "Hello" I said, "Hello" he replied, as I pulled him to me. My lips were fastened to his in seconds; I licked his bottom lip and demanded access. A low moan escaped his and my mouth; my tongue did battle with his. We battled for what seemed like an hour; but was no more than a few minutes.
I pulled off his mouth and we brought our foreheads together; I sighed. "Sorry about your dad" I said. "Thank you, but he is a dick" he replied, and I laughed. "I want a nap, join me" I said. I stripped down to my boxers, as did he. He was shy about the little extra weight he was carrying; but, on him, it looked hot.
We climbed under the covers and spooned, and soon, I just drifted off to a light sleep.
I woke up about an hour or so later and he was gone; a note stuck to the door,
"Had to go. Things to sort out. Here is my phone number" was written. I put his numer in my phone.
I just lay there with my normal bodily reaction; a hard on from hell, and thoughts of Jerry seared into my brain. "I have a date tomorrow, I have a date" I said to myself like a 16yr old school boy; but without the acne.
I somehow dragged myself out of bed. I washed and decided on coffee. I went to the school cafeteria, as the nearest coffee shop was yet to open. I would have loved a coffee from the Shack about now.
I ate a bacon muffin and a decaf coffee. I walked back to my dorm and spotted Jerry pacing outside my building.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked as I approached. "Yeah, spoke to my Dad" he said, in a sad tone. "I told him how Mom would feel about the way he was treating me" he added. "What did he say to that?" I asked. "Just shouted that she was dead and to get over it; and said fuck off, and he hung up" he replied. "Oh, sorry Jerry, ouch!" I replied
"You okay?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I rang back!" he replied.
"I asked him why he was doing this?"
"He replied, I deserve better than you. I deserve to have a normal life without a faggot fucking it up. As far as I am concerned, you never existed" he added. "That hurt. I asked him what I had done that was so bad? He replied, being a fag" he added.
"He is a douche; a fucking, king douche" I replied.
"His wedding is in two weeks" he added.
"He told you?" I asked
"No. One of my mother's old friends, an army wife, told me. Her husband is going, she is not; but she told me, via e-mail, where and when it was happening. She hoped I would have a good day; she obviously is unaware that he has disowned me" he replied. I looked at him: no emotion evident.
"I'm going to go" he added.
"Jerry, you don't need that much grief" I said, pulling him inside the dorm room. He sat down on my bed, still showing very little emotion.
"I just want to show him he does not scare me; show him I am strong enough to survive without his influence" he added.
"Jerry, the best way to show him that, is to live. Just live the best life you can. Be successful, be a man. Fuck what he stands for; fuck what he thinks. You don't need negativity in any shape or form; just be you, Jerry" I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"I wish my dad was like yours" he replied. I couldn't understand the rejection side of his life. I had not endured such a reaction.
"But I am still going" he added.
I didn't respond. The time was not right to add to his problems. I just stroked his head, his face buried into my shoulder. "You smell good" he said, with his face in my chest. "So do you, Jer" I responded. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "I could fall for you, hard" he said, his eyes gauging my reaction. "Jer...Jer I could fall for you, as well" I replied, now pressing my lips against his. We lay down on my bed, his head pressed into my chest, and we dozed off.
We woke up at the same time about an hour later. "Lunch; you hungry?" he asked. "I have a lecture in about twenty minutes" I replied. "What about you?" I asked. "Missed it. I have one in an hour; but missed the early one. My mind was not right to go to it" he replied.
I rose out of bed and pulled him up. "Walk me to my class?" I asked, and I grabbed my messenger bag and headed out. We walked into the main campus building and again nobody had given us a second glance. I arrived at my lecture and said I would see him after his; and we would grab a bite.
The lecture itself just flew by. Not really grasping what was being explained, I am glad I am a quick study, and would catch up. I went back to my room and got changed. I waited for Jerry to finish his mathematics lecture so we could grab some food.
"Hey" I yelled as he came toward me.
"Hey yourself" he replied, walking into my personal space. "Close enough" I replied. "Not even close" he added.
I just smiled and began to walk off campus. "So, what do you fancy?" I asked. "Besides you?" he laughed. "Seriously, I am starved" I replied, with a hint of joviality in my answer. "Italian; I could go for some lasagne" he replied.
"Good, that sounds good" I replied.
"Then I want you in me" he added.
"Sorry?!" I blurted out.
"It's time, Stu; I need to feel you" he added.
"You sure, Jer? I'm not pushing" I added.
"Oh, but you will be" he giggled out.
"I Love you" I blurted out before my brain engaged. First, I came out to him; now I am declaring the fact that I love him.
"Yeah, you mean that?" he asked, looking shocked and stunned. "Sorry, I know it's too soon; but yeah" I replied, looking down, thinking I had just stepped too far. "Fuck the lasagne. I love you, too, Stu; make love to me. We can order pizza later on" he added, grabbing my hand, leading me back toward my dorm room.
"Jerry, I hope at some point, you want to fuck me" I said, walking into my room, hoping that nobody heard my desperation. "Fuck yeah, and I look forward to that, very much" he replied with a big grin plastered on his face.
"But first, I want to taste your cock" he added. Dropping to his knees, he rubbed the outside fabric of my jeans; my now rampant hard on was now on view. "Nice cock" he added, and I let out an appreciative moan as he squeezed my cock head.
He undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down and buried his face in my crotch. He lightly bit along the length of my member, again eliciting a moan from my lips.
He pulled down my boxers and didn't wait to admire his first look at my engorged cock; he just plunged straight in like a debutant eating her first meal in weeks. He savoured every inch. He licked and took every drop of pre-cum my cock was giving him; and, again, that moan escaped my lips.
He sucked hard and fast, desperate to get what was waiting to explode out of my balls. "Fuck, Jerry, slow down...i'm going to blow if you keep that up" I informed him, with his nose buried in my pubic hair.
"Sorry, it's just that you taste so fucking good" he informed me with that shit faced grin of his. "We have all night" I added. "Pizza place closes in a couple of hours" he replied.
"Fuck the pizza" I said, grabbing him up and throwing myself on top of him. "This could be good, you know; us" he replied.
"Good right now would do" I responded. Oops, wrong answer.
"You know what I mean, Jer. Horny guys need satisfaction, and yeah, this...us...could be good..i hope it is...sorry!" I replied, hoping my little error hadn't fucked up our first adventure into each other.
"Sorry, just being a bit sensitive; abandonment issues" he added, then attacked my lips with his. "Beginning to think you wanna eat me" I added, when he removed his lips from mine. "Hmm, there's an idea; if the pizza place is closed" he laughed out.
I pushed him over and lay flat on top of him, drinking in his eyes. "Your eyes are amazing" I said, lightly kissing his lips. "Green when it's cold, more of a blue when it's warm" he replied. "More like lilac right now" I replied. "Must be my horny colour" he responded with a smile.
I slid down his body, licking his nipples as I went, and a moan escaped his lips. "Oh, sensitive right there? I will have to remember that" I responded. I moved further down and undid his trousers. His hard on was begging for escape; I granted that wish. I pulled down his briefs and licked, with pleasure, the mushroom cap in front of me. His pre-cum was sweet, with a light bleach taste.
I tried in vain to take all of him. I look forward to seeing what this bad boy will do to me when he is balls deep in my ass. "That feels good, Stu; don't stop" he moaned out, as I worked my tongue over his cock.
I again took him into my mouth and now I was savouring the taste of my now lover. I also began rubbing a finger over his asshole, lightly teasing. I could feel his hole tense, as I brushed over it. I stopped what I was doing with his cock and began to lick his asshole, forcing my tongue to gain entrance.
I soon felt his hole relax and I began to slide my tongue inside of him. With the help of my fingers, I began to stretch his hole, ready for my penetration. The moans coming from Jerry were intoxicating. His obvious pleasure was driving me forward. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of slick. I smothered my fingers with a copious amount of lube. I pushed in deep, again eliciting a moan from his lips; more of a whine than a moan.
I again opened the bedside drawer and removed a couple of magnums. I ripped one open. As he watched me roll it over my now leaking cock, I again applied more lube. I hovered over Jerry, my eyes never leaving his. I placed my condom covered cock at his asshole. My eyes still firmly stuck to his, and his to mine.
I pushed in.
"Ohhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" he moaned out, clamping his hole around the welcomed invader. "ohhhh fuckkkkk" I moaned out at the sheer pressure he was applying to my shaft. He soon relaxed as I bottomed out. I slowly began to withdraw and plow straight back in; long slow thrusts that drove him wild with lust and want. "Ohhh yeahhhhh" he screamed out as I deep slotted his hole. He again used his ass muscles to massage my shaft as I pounded into him.
"Ohhh yeahhhh Stu, ohhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuckkkk" he yelled into my ear.
I shallow fucked him and then changed tack. I again began to ruthlessly pound the fuck out of him; I turned him on to his side and re-entered him with force. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkkk" he yelled out as I again, without mercy, hammered his ass like tomorrow was not going to happen. I relentlessly bottomed out on every stroke; my balls slapping hard against his leg.
It wasn't long before we both climaxed hard and strong; the cum that shot out of my cock into his ass, coating his insides, seemed to last forever. He came at the same time, and his was powerful also; he shot over his head, splattering my headboard. It took a while to come down from the orgasmic high we found ourselves in.
Some twenty minutes passed before we talked. I pulled him in close and he wrapped himself into me. "Wow" was all he could say. "Yeah, wow is right" I replied, kissing the top of his head. We decided to forgo the pizza and just stay in bed. We climaxed a couple more times that night and then went to sleep.
Over the next week, he convinced me to attend his father's wedding; for what reason, I don't know. Idle curiosity, perhaps. The day came; he didn't wear a suit, neither did I. We arrived at the church and sat at the back, inconspicuous and hidden. I thought he would get closure and move on. Like me, he is twenty one, and could manage without any help from the man that has clearly turned his back on him.
"That must be her kids" he said, pointing over to the front row of the church to where an older woman, apparently her mother, sat with two young kids; his potential step brother and sister. Then his father walked down the aisle wearing a dark grey morning suit.
"Asshole" I said, low enough for Jerry to hear, but nobody else. A few minutes later, the bride walked down the aisle on the arm of an older man; her father I was assuming. The ceremony then began. I held onto Jerry, who by now was shaking. I could sense his discomfort.
Then that part on the ceremony came, and Jerry shuffled through his pockets.
"Is there anyone present who has any reason why they should not be lawfully married?" the priest asked, and before he could continue, Jerry stood up.
"I do". A loud gasp was audible throughout the church.
"Step forward and say your piece" the priest replied.
Jerry stood up and looked at his dad. His dad just stood there, his face turning greyer by the second.
"And who are you, sir?" asked the priest
"He's nobody. Now leave, or so help me God, I will not be responsible for what will happen" his dad yelled. His wife to be looked baffled and confused.
"Mommy, what's happening?" asked the little boy, and she calmed him down. "Mom, take the kids out for a second, please" she asked, and the old lady did just that. Jerry's eyes never left the hateful eyes of his dad.
"Jack, who is this young man, and what is he doing here?" she asked, and still his dad's eyes never leaving Jerry. "He's nobody, trust me" he replied.
"Jerry turned and began to talk to her. His father leaped and smacked him hard in the face, knocking him down hard. I jumped up, throwing myself at his dad; hitting him square in the jaw, pushing him back, hard. "Someone, call the police" her mother yelled.
I went over and picked up Jerry. "Ma'am, I am sorry my father did not see fit to introduce us" Jerry said with a smug look on his face.
"Son, did you say Son?" she squealed out. "He's no fucking son of mine" his dad hurled back, and again tried to attack Jerry. "Jack, stand down" a voice from the congregation yelled. The husband of my mother's friend stood up. "Margaret, I have never met his son, but he does have one" he started.
"Jack?" she said, looking at him.
"You were married?" she said, looking at him, "AND you have a son" she said in a statement, not a question.
"He's a faggot. I didn't want him in our lives" his dad replied.
"Jack, you are not the man I thought you were" she responded to his statement. "You disowned me because I was born this way. Dad, I disown you. Mom would be disgusted at what you have become; and I noticed you didn't even invite Grandpa here" Jerry added, looking at his father, who now looked totally pissed.
"Your Dad is alive!" she spat out, "Is anything you have told me true?" she yelled, as she now knew her special day was ruined.
"Daddy, take me home; and Jack, collect your things, and don't try to contact me again" she informed him. "Margaret, please, I love you" he begged. "Jack, if you could do what you have done to that boy...you have no clue what love is" she spat out. "Daddy" she said, and walked out of the church.
People just looked stunned. Jerry walked towards the door. "I will fucking kill you for this, you sick, fucking faggot" His father yelled.
"Jack, I suggest you shut up. I am your friend, and right now you disgust me. You have lost everything because of your own actions" his friend advised him. "Jerry, hold up" he yelled. "Look, if he gives you any grief, call this number" he said, handing him a white card with NCIS on it.
"I will drag his ass to jail if he causes you any, okay?" he added.
Jerry thanked him and we walked out of the church. We drove back to campus. Jerry had a very satisfied look on his face.
"Are you happy now, Jerr?" I asked, as we pulled into my parking spot. "Happy? No; I wish it didn't have to happen. But, do I feel guilty?...No, not in the least...you reap what you sow" he added.
We walked back into my dorm room without any preconceptions on life. But look forward without distractions either we both knew where we stood.
The years passed and we never had to use the card the friend of his dad gave him. We both graduated; I went on to medical school and he went on to become a teacher. We live in New York now. Some eleven years have passed. I love him as much as I did then, if not stronger. The sex has gotten better with experience. He still makes my nuts ache when he comes home from teaching. I am a renowned surgeon, working with my dad. He is about to retire soon, and I will become head of surgery. I love my life and would not change a single bit.
Jerry is still my one and only; my eye has never wandered.
What can I say. "The heart wants what it desires" and that, for me, is Jerry.
The End...
Hope you liked my little love story, and I thought I would use my editor in a story. He has just had eye surgery and thought it would cheer him up some.
Get well soon my friend!
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David
P.S If you are reading my stuff for the first time and wondering if I have others out there. The answer is yes, I have a few serials on the go. And a few short one off stories like this one. Go to Authors and find my name. They are listed. "Happy Reading" and please comment.