The Story of Us

THE STORY OF US BY: Julien

This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and would be very much appreciated. ENJOY!

There will be many flashback sequences in this story so as not to confuse anyone, when a flashback takes place, there will be an asterisk (*) before the start of that flashback.

The mystique of the place had me in a positive frame of mind and for once, I wasn't thinking about all my problems but instead taking the time to step away from reality and taking a moment to experience paradise as it lay before me. This was our second day on the island and all we had done so far was lay on the white beaches that Negril, Jamaica had to offer. I managed to get sun burn on our first day but that didn't bother me in the least nor did it stop me from enjoying myself. That first night we had spruced it up with button down shirts and khakis and had gone into the hotels' night club and danced until the wee hours of the morning. I had watched Bobby quickly attach himself to woman after woman without thought or consequence and I found myself not consumed with jealousy. I instead found another tourist named Marlene and we had danced some then chatted it up until after three. We talked about her reasons for visiting the island and her relationships or lack of it and I found that we had had a lot in common.

"Where are you from Richie?"

"New York, New York. Somewhere in Manhattan. I move around so damn much it's sometimes hard to tell." She had laughed at my joke and told me she had a brother that lived in New York.

"Which part?"

"Brooklyn. He's estranged from our family though." That simple tit bit suddenly peeked my interest in her home life.

"And why is that if I may ask." She brought her feet into her chest and crossed her arms around them.

"It's a long story." I looked at my watch and saw that it was only twelve thirty.

"Unless of course you have some lucky guy waiting for you upstairs, I've got time to listen." She gave me her trademark wry smile and launched into her story.

Her brother had been the only male child in a family of three girls, something that had sparked jealousy from the very beginning.

"He was always jealous of us girls. Complained that papa didn't give him any attention. Not entirely true, I mean girls take more out of parents to raise right? He knew that, he saw how hard our father worked. Anyway, around the time he turned twelve, thirteen he shoplifted from our neighbor who owned the grocery store down the street. That should have been the first sign that something was wrong?"

"What happened?"

"The old man didn't call the cops and my father didn't even pay it any mind. Boys being boys he said. He got away with that." She had paused and had taken a sip of her rum and coke.

"A few weeks after that he shoplifted again from the same store but this time the store keeper called the cops and went ahead and pressed charges. My brother was arrested and went to court. He got community service."

"That's not bad."

"I know. My father was happy to see him doing something with himself."

"What happened next?"

"He went back and shoplifted again from the same store but before the shop keeper could call the cops, my brother bashed his head in with a baseball bat." The silence following that declaration was deafening and I wasn't too sure whether or not I wanted to hear the end of this story but Marlene quickly made the decision for me and continued.

"He never went to jail for it." I was curious to know why.

"Shopkeeper couldn't identify him."

"Oh."

"Yeah. He's a major screw up but I'm sure we all got family like that." Not me, I had thought.

"Is that why he's estranged?"

"No." She took another pause and another sip of her drink.

"A couple years ago a friend of mine that worked for a big advertising agency hired him as an assistant. In two years he worked his way from that to executive assistant."

"No shit!"

"Exactly. Didn't know how he did it but he claimed it was legit." She didn't sound too convinced.

"You didn't believe him?"

"No, there's always a catch with my brother. He got fired the year before last."

"Bad Advertising." She let out what I could only describe as a cackle.

"Bad money. He was embezzling money from big accounts into his own little personal bank account."

"He got arrested then."

"No. They just fired him and sent him on his way with a big fat check."

"Strange? Do you know why?"

"Nope but as always the case with my brother, there was probably a catch to it." I didn't know what to say and found myself wanting to say my goodbyes, get up and walk away but I was curious to know one thing.

"What's your brother doing now?"

"Last I heard he was working for some big musician. I feel sorry for whoever it is." I did too. And I felt sorry for Marlene having to deal with a brother like that and I thanked God for Harry. We had our disagreements but at least our relationship was built on honesty and trust.

"So I see you're making nice with the ladies, switching sides?" He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. We sat on beach chairs at the far end of the beach and watched the ocean.

"Don't bet on it and I could say the same thing of you. How many girls have you been chummy with?"

He looked over at me again and this time a smile graced his handsome face.

"I'm asking the questions here." There was a certain playfulness to his voice that could have been mistaken for flirting.

"Ok, ok."

"So?"

"So what."

"Your lady friend?"

"Marlene?"

"That her name? She's cute."

"She's pretty ok and did I mention that her brother is a bonified nut case."

"What did he do?"

"He embezzled money from this advertising company he worked for."

"No shit."

"Yeah and he used to work for some big name musician, anyone you might know?"

"Don't think so but then again I'm not much of a gossip." With that he turned to look at me and he winked again. My whole face began to flush.

"You're getting a little red in the face Richie, you might want to get on out of the sun." I was glad that he was taking such amusement in my embarrassment.

"Thanks." I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist.

"You gonna head back up to the room now?"

"Yeah, I'm a little drowsy from all this sun. Maybe I'll give Harry or Michael a call.

"Yeah Michael." He didn't sound at all pleased and I wasn't in the mood to inquire further.

"You gonna be out here for a bit?"

"Not too long, I'll see you in a few."

"Ok." And as I turned to walk away, I had the strangest feeling that his eyes were following me.

"You're out here by yourself stranger?" I turned to my right and saw the epitome of beauty standing by my side.

"A matter of a fact I am." She took Richies' vacated seat and took every available opportunity to arch her back, bringing her cleavage out of its holster.

"Good. I'm Charlene by the way." She stretched her arm to me and I put it to my lips.

"Such a gentlemen. Lord knows we don't have to many of those left." I just smiled at her and allowed my eyes to take in her beauty.

"Are you from the island?" Her accent was pretty strong and I doubted that she was an American.

"I am from here but I live in Virginia."

"So just visiting then?"

"Something like that. You?"

"Just taking some time off from work."

"Oh, what do you do?" For some reason I didn't want to divulge the fact that was a double platinum recording artist so I just told her I was a construction worker.

"Oh. Well it was nice meeting you." She got up off her towel and sauntered off not even waiting for a response from me. And to tell you the truth, I was relieved when she left. All I needed was another Clarice Patricks on my back trying to milk me for every penny I had.

With nothing left to do and my mood somber enough, I made my way up to the hotel room. Suite would have been more appropriate as I had made a reservation for the most exclusive accommodations that were available. The room was a scaled down version of presidents' suite that the Marriott had but it was nice all the same. Two bathrooms, a Jacuzzi, a mini and extended bar, a kitchenette, a door separating my bedroom from Richies' and an incredible view of the Caribbean ocean topped it off. And don't think that I didn't fork out a pretty penny for all of it. So far everything had been great and I was dreading leaving all of this behind and getting back to the hustle and bustle of New York and the music industry, after all, I had an album to finish.

I didn't expect anything as I inserted my key card and was allowed access into my room. Maybe if I had I wouldn't have been surprised to see what I saw. He jumped quickly and made a mad dash for the bathroom hurriedly closing the door behind him but the damage had been done and I had seen all that was out there to be seen.

I walked up to the door and lightly tapped on it.

"You ok Richie."

"Yeah." His voice sounded strange and I swore I heard a twinge of anxiety.

"You sure?"

"Yes!" I could understand his frustration; after all, I knew that if it were me bent over on the floor with my ass out there for the world to see, I would have been mortified. I moved away from the door and made my way out unto the balcony. Five minutes later I heard the door open and his footsteps approach me.

"I'm sorry, I over reacted."

"It's ok. You ok?"

"Yeah, except for the carpet burn, I'll be ok."

"Let me see."

"It's ok Bobby."

"Let me see." I said more forcefully.

This time he rolled up his shorts and showed me his knee.

"Check in my bag, I should have some first aid cream."

"Bobby."

"Don't argue man, in my bag, side pocket." In less than two minutes he was back.

"Sit down and let me dress it for you." And before he had an opportunity to protest, I gently pushed him into the chair, sat across from him and placed his foot unto my lap. As a started to apply cream to his scraped skin, his face began to flush.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just, um, nothing." He seemed at a lost for words and I wasn't about to further embarrass him by asking again.

For the exception of the scabbed portion, his skin felt soft to the touch and not for the first time, I found myself wanting to touch it. And if he realized I was going above and beyond the call of duty, he didn't say anything.

"That feel good?" came out of my mouth before I could stop myself and Richies' eyes met mine in mid air. I held his gaze or maybe he held mine, I didn't know nor did I care but I found myself unwilling to be the one to let it go, not this time. And long after I had stopped applying cream, I still held his leg in my lap.

'Oh shit! Holy shit!' was what I thought as we just sat there staring at each other. I couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to get into this situation. What a moron I was. I should have just used my own damn lotion.

After I had come up from the beach I found myself feeling hot and sticky, not the way I wanted to be feeling so I decided a quick shower. Ten minutes later I was stepping out of heaven and feeling refreshed. Looking around the bathroom I saw that my bottle of Seriuse was down to its' last leg. Now you have to understand that I'm not big on products such as soap and lotion. Soap and lotion to me is just that, soap and lotion but this wasn't just any lotion, no, this was Seriuse - German made and distributed lotion that my baby brother had flown all the way over to Frankfurt to get. I had to use it sparingly or I would be left without for another two weeks until Harry made his yearly trip there. And even though I had the option of going ashy (not much of an option huh!), I decide to just make a dash over to Bobby's' room to borrow his Johnson and Johnson (for no matter how old you get, Johnsons products never go out of style). And just as I bent down on the floor to dig it from in his bag, he chose that exact moment to walk through the door forcing me to scrape my knees making a narrow escape. Now here he was staring at me and I him with my foot in his lap not saying anything nor giving me any indication that this caressing was going to end anytime soon. I found myself unable to look away even though I knew I should and even when his hand made its' way up my thigh, I knew I should have ended it right there but I didn't and even when his hand made its' way into my shorts, into my briefs and inevitable unto my penis, I didn't stop him. How could I when this was all I had ever wanted from him, would any of you have been brave enough to stop it? I wouldn't let my eyes fall from his and as he stroked my dick so slowly, I found my breathing at its most tranquil as strange as it may seem and I found myself wishing that this moment would never end.

I couldn't believe I was going down this path again with another guy but even as I thought that, I had to remind myself that wasn't just another guy, this was my best friend in the world. And to say that there was no comparison between what we were doing now and what Ernie and me did would have been an understatement. What was happening to me and all the emotions that I was feeling could not be compared to what happened before and for the first time in my life, I was willing to admit to my self at least, that this was what I wanted.

I was close, too close for comfort and all I could do to hold off a little longer was to think unpleasant thoughts. But the fact that his hands felt so warm, so soft against my dick outweighed any other thought and I exploded all over his hand. And it was as if for a second we both seemed to be at a loss for words. No words could explain how I was feeling right now. I was relieved, I knew that for sure and I was definitely ecstatic but I was also afraid. The deed was done and no matter what I said from this point on could not change that. And in that instant I decided to wait it out. I would let him speak first, mark the territory, set the tone then I would follow. But he wasn't making it any easier for me. He remained silent, just choosing to stare at me instead, no emotion on his face and in that instant I thought that he thought that this was all a mistake and I was heartbroken.

Finally after a few minutes of silence, he gently removed his hand from my brief and out of my shorts entirely, wiping it on a nearby towel then without a word to me he removed my leg from his lap, got up and walked towards the front door making his exit quickly.

I couldn't stop, I just couldn't and I had the thought that if Michael could ever see me now he would have had a few choice words to say. I could practically hear him now,

'You idiot, the man of your dreams gives you a hand job and you want to cry about it. If it were me I would (A) beg him to fuck me, (B) demand an explanation or (C) who the fuck gives a damn about c! God Damn haven't you learnt anything from me...' and even though I could have done without the tongue-lashing, I actually wished he were here with me.

What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! I just had to get out of there, as far away from him and that fucking room as fast as possible but no matter how far I ran, I couldn't run from the memories of what just transpired. I couldn't believe I had the balls to do that and to do that with Richie. What the fuck was I thinking! And to top it off I ran like a fucking idiot leaving him by himself. I wondered what he thought of me. I really was concerned but I couldn't bring myself to go back to the room, not yet. I would give him time to come down, give myself time to cool off and think things through.

"You need a drink man?" I turned around to see one of the bartenders walking beside me, a crate of red stripe over his shoulder.

"Yeah, what you recommend." He gave me the one over and shouted over to his comrade.

"Damien get de boss ya some rum an coke nuh."

"Aright, Aright." And as I seated myself at the man made bar, I forced myself to think of anything except Richie without much success.

I heard his door open and instinctively looked over at the clock on the nightstand: 3:47 AM. I would have been lying to myself if I said I hadn't been waiting up because the truth of the matter was that I had. I was worried about him, scared that he would do something rash not knowing how to deal with this and I thought that I would have preferred it if he had just spit on me and called me a faggot rather than just walking out. But knowing Bobby, I knew he would never come out of his face like that especially to me. I strained to hear what he was doing but all I managed to do was give myself a headache.

I made my way over to the bathroom and turned on the light. I begun digging through my toiletries kit hoping to find some aspirin without much luck and again Michaels imagined words popped into my head, 'how the hell would you find aspirin in there if you didn't pack any genius.' I willed it away and in all of my frustration, I threw the bag across the room managing to hit a shot glass out of the way, bringing it crashing down unto the linoleum floor.

"Shit!" I cursed to myself shutting off the light and heading back over to my bed. And as I climbed in, I heard a knock come from the adjoining room, Bobbys' room.

I didn't respond hoping that he would think I was asleep but soon came to realize that that entire ruckus was the thing that gave me away in the first place. I found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and quickly put them on not caring if I were over dressed.

I slowly approached the door and slowly opened it, stepping aside so that I was not directly in front of him.

"You ok? I heard something break."

"Yeah, the glass, it fell from me, clumsiness I guess." I couldn't tell in this darkness if he believed me or not.

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"Well, uh, good night."

"Night." And I quickly closed the door as fast as I could and double bolted it. And only a few minutes into sleep I heard the door knock again ever so gently. I dragged myself out of bed and with my eyes closing down on me, made my way over to it. I unlocked each lock carefully and as the last bolt came undone, I opened it.

"What?" I asked not looking up at him.

No answer from him.

"Come on man, it's almost four and I'm tired."

Still no answer. I finally had had enough.

"What the hell do you want?" I said finally looking up at him just in time to see his face closing in on mine and before I could protest, his lips had searched out mine in the darkness. I hadn't expected this and it showed as I almost found myself interfacing with the ground and if it were not for his arms embracing my waist, I would have. His tongue met mine half way as I allowed him a small entryway into my mouth, something that he took full advantage of. I could feel the heat from his body through all of my many clothing and I wished that I had vetoed the idea of jeans and a t-shirt.

"Take them off." I heard it but I didn't recognize immediately where it was coming from.

"Take it off." His voice repeated more huskily than before and I realized that it was Bobby instructing me to take off my clothing.

His lips still held mine hostage and I tried in a fruitless attempt to kiss and strip at the same time. He must have gotten impatient for he pulled away from me and started to do all the work himself, unbuckling then pulling down my jeans to my ankles and then pulling my t-shirt over my head and as quickly as before, returning his lips to mine. Before long my jeans and underwear were lying on the floor and I was naked as a jaybird on my bed with Bobby's' body on top of mine. His lips had left mine and made its' way down to my neck. He sucked, he nibbled, he dribbled and even bit, all in the name of passion and before long, I found that something was indeed getting in the way: My erection. He noticed it too and looked up at me and gave me a shy smile. I wasn't even aware that Bobby had a shy bone in his body but apparently he did. He leaned off of me long enough to take off his shirt and then his shorts and in one two three he was back where I thought he belonged, his body pressed up against mine. I could feel his dick running up against mine and I knew then and there that I wanted this, I wanted him.

"Do it." I panted out sounding like a rabid dog dying of thirst."

"What?" He huskily whispered back.

"You know."

"Tell me!"

"Fuck me." I could barley hear myself and it was as if I were embarrassed to be saying that to him but I couldn't let that get in the way of this.

"What?"

"Fuck me, isn't that why you came over?" By this time he was still nibbling on my neck but he allowed himself to stop for a second to look me in the eye.

"No, I...I wanted to talk."

"Bullshit!"

"No, I really wanted to..." And on the verge of this turning into a serious conversation, I pulled him back down unto me. We could talk anytime, any day, any hour, just not right now. Not when I was so close.

"Don't care just fuck me, please." And I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes. I didn't know what I would see and I didn't want to know.

I watched as he gently pushed himself off of me and reached unto the ground for his shorts, retrieving a condom from one of its' many pockets. And in less than three seconds he was strapped and ready for my instructions.

"You know what to do..." I murmured as I once again pulled him unto me, his lips once again mine. I felt him clumsily try to find access, once, twice and a third time without much luck.

"Let me." I held his condom covered dick in my hand and guided it to my opening and then ever so gently pushed the head in. He seemed to find his way from there without any help from me and before long we were fucking like wild animals, minus the noise. I could feel his eyes burning a hole into my head but I refused to look up at him choosing instead to enjoy the moment as is. We kissed, we fondled, we fucked and around twenty minutes later after he had finally allowed himself release, he crumbled unto me. I could feel the sweats between our bodies and unlike this afternoon, I had no urge to take a shower.

"You ok?" He whispered nibbling on my neck.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah." We were silent for a few minutes then,

"Richie."

"Yeah."

"I don't know what to say."

"I don't either."

"But,"

"But what?"

"Shouldn't I say something?" If he had to ask, my suspicions were confirmed, this really was just a roll of the die.

"No, it's not necessary."

"But."

"It's ok Bobby. Just do one thing for me."

"What?"

"Stay the night." And he didn't hesitate to answer, "Yes."

WHO KNEW IT COULD BE THIS GOOD! WELL FOLKS, THERE'S YOUR SEX. IT'S NOT MUCH BUT IT IS A START AND IT IS A CHANGE OF PACE. I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE SOME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU THINK GOOD OR BAD ESPECIALLY FROM MY COMTINUING READERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.