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Chapter 10
"Why do I get the feeling you're trying to cop a feel?" I asked.
Doug squirted yet another huge glob of sun block on his hands and proceeded to rub it on my stomach and lower back.
"Because I am," he said unabashedly.
I rolled my eyes.
"This is what you get for being so damned hot Pete. Embrace it, will you?" he asked, as his hands were moving further along my lower abdomen gently.
I had the feeling if he continued, I would be getting myself into a very hard situation.
I grabbed his hand, "I think I'm good."
Doug smirked, "If you say so buddy. I could have continued and, you know, make sure you were protected, in all areas," he emphasized.
I shook my head, "Stop being such a horny bastard."
"Can't help it," he said unapologetically as we gathered our towels and shades.
Stepping out into the bright sunny Florida day, I sighed.
This was a nice change from the cold winter of the North.
"Let's sit here," Doug said as he led me under some palm trees where they was some shade. We laid out our beach blankets and got comfortable.
"Want to see how the water is?" Doug asked.
I shrugged, "I'm not much of a swimmer."
Doug rolled his eyes, "You don't have to be an Olympic swimmer Pete to jump in some waves. The water's probably warm like it always is. Come on," he said taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.
I liked that quality about Doug. He had such a great enthusiasm for things and always was eager to spread that enthusiasm.
Doug was definitely growing on me.
As soon as my feet touched the water, I began to smile. The warmth washed over my ankles as I went further in and Doug waded ahead of me.
The waves were pretty big and looked intimidating.
Doug was heading directly towards one and I opened my mouth to warn him, but he dove under the wave, disappearing and resurfacing when the wave had passed.
"Come on!" he cheered laughing and paddling on his back, "This is great!"
"Um, I think I'm good," I called out.
He shook his head and let a wave carry him back over to me.
"Don't be such a chicken shit. You're taller than me, you can still touch the floor," Doug insisted, again pulling me along.
He was right.
There wasn't a dip as I moved further along and my head was safely above the surface.
"See?" Doug asked grinning at me, the sunlight making his eyes sparkle.
I smiled back and submerged myself under water for a split second before breaking the surface again, "Yeah."
We swam for awhile, bobbing in the waves, ducking under them every once in awhile. The water was so calm, so I wasn't paranoid about drowning.
We barely sat on our beach blankets which I was glad for because that would have been a tad bit boring.
About three hours later we were hungry and Doug suggested we go back and wash up. Then he would prepare something.
Doug bounded into the nicely air conditioned condo and hopped onto the counter, sitting there, and swinging his legs.
His dark eyes were studying me. "Come here," he said holding out his arms.
I frowned at him with confusion , but slowly walked over to him nevertheless.
As I got within a few inches of him, his arms latched onto my shoulders and he yanked me forward.
"Don't be mad," he said.
I blinked in confusion, but didn't have any more time to mull the whole thing over when his lips landed firmly on top of mine.
My eyes widened in surprise as he kissed me, edging his tongue inside my mouth gently.
My first instinct was to pull away, but his arms wrapped tightly around my neck and his legs coiled around my waist, trapping me.
His tongue was teasing me; gliding in and out of my mouth, flicking over mine, rolling softly.
I leaned forward without realizing it and deepened the kiss.
Doug moaned into my mouth and ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on it a bit, causing me to grunt and kiss him more furiously.
His legs widened further, allowing me to move even closer.
Soon we were chest to chest, the salty smell of our skin combining with one another's.
I pushed further and further into him as he leaned back more and more. I felt an animalistic quality take over me and I didn't want to stop kissing Doug.
I guess I just felt lonely. Or it felt nice to be wanted. And Doug was a good kisser.
We both pulled back at the same time to gasp in some air and then resumed kissing, our heads sliding, our mouths opening wide as our lips devoured the other's.
It was intense.
I felt his hardness poking my stomach and my arousal was poking the counter top.
"Pete," Doug moaned as he roughly grabbed my hips and pulled me in even closer.
I was breathing hard and I felt his hot breath from his nostrils against my mouth as he kissed me back.
In the back of my mind, I know this was going too far, too fast, but my body wasn't attached to my mind at this point.
When I felt Doug's hand snaking into my trunks, towards my hard cock, reality slapped me like the little slutty bitch I was.
I pulled away from him, my lips feeling raw, Doug's lips puffy and red, his eyes glazed over with lust.
Even though he tried to bring me closer again, I shrugged his arms off of me and stepped away from the counter.
I placed my hands on my hips and took a few deep breaths, "Too fast, Doug."
It seemed to take him a few seconds to comprehend what I was saying, but then he shook his head as his eyes began to focus.
"I'm sorry, don't be mad," he said quietly.
I shook my head, "I'm not mad," I said sighing, "It was my fault too. I mean," I ran my fingers through my hair, "I didn't try to stop you and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it too."
A small smile formed on his lips, "I enjoyed it too."
I laughed, "I could feel your enjoyment."
Doug didn't even blush, but looked at me head on, "Well, that's what you do to me, Pete."
"Listen, I need some time to think about all this. My mind, is just, I don't know. I'm confused," I confessed.
He nodded, "I'm sorry again. For pushing you and confusing you. I like you," he stated.
"I know," I said, but there was nothing cocky about it.
"You can shower first and I'll prepare lunch," Doug said hopping off the counter, adjusting his hard on.
I silently headed to the bathroom and stripped, the cold water feeling refreshing on my hot skin.
This was a big mess.
I wasn't ready for another relationship and I really wasn't over Grant yet. It wouldn't be fair to Doug, who was a good guy.
How come this shit happened to me?
I prided myself on being drama free.
This was so not fair.
Fuck!
I took a longer shower than usual and headed out to the kitchen where Doug had lunch ready.
It was basically an assortment of fruit, bruschetta, and chicken Cesar salads and iced teas.
Doug watched me carefully as I took a seat across from him.
"Pete," he said.
I looked up at him questioningly.
"I need to know something," he began.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Do I have a chance?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning.
"Well, I know you had a serious boyfriend before or at least someone you really loved. But are you still hung up on him?" Doug asked staring at me.
My mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.
That was a damn good question, actually.
I guess I'd have to go with the truth.
"To be honest with you Doug, I am still a little hung up on my ex. I mean, I still think about him and miss him. He was my first, well everything actually. So he's important to me," I explained.
Doug nodded, looking down at his plate.
"Ok, I understand you may need time. But when you do get over him or something, would I have a chance with you?" Doug asked quietly, his dark eyes meeting mine. "I mean, can you see yourself having feelings for me at any point in the future, or am I just friend material?"
I smiled, "Douglass, do you think I would have kissed you like some wild beast before if I only saw you as just a friend."
Doug smiled faintly, "So that's a yes then? There may be hope for me and us yet?"
I looked down at my plate, "I can't promise something will happen definitely between us. I can't tell the future and who knows what will go down? But I like you, too, Doug. You're great and all this time I've spent with you, it's been great."
Doug grinned and looked visibly more cheerful. He grabbed his fork and dug into his salad.
I did the same and picked up some fruit.
"You like me," Doug sang out and I looked up at him.
His face held a goofy expression with a silly smile. "Yay!" he cheered.
I shook my head, chuckling as I chewed on my fruit.
The rest of our trip was full of sexual tension so to speak, as we hadn't done anything after our kiss that one afternoon.
We did mundane stuff everyday; beach, swam, ate, visited his brother and shopped at the mall.
Our last night here, things got a bit tricky.
"You all packed and ready for our flight tomorrow?" Doug asked, stepping inside my room.
"Yeah," I said, "For the most part. Everything except the toiletries."
"Well, we should get some rest if we're gonna wake up early," Doug said sitting on my bed next to me.
"Yeah" I agreed nodding.
Doug's hand reached over and took mine in his.
I looked down at the action, "Doug," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry again Pete," Doug said and leaned forward, placing his mouth over mine.
I closed my eyes and parted my lips, allowing his tongue to work its magic and I leaned backwards onto the bed as his body pushed forward.
I felt him climb over me, straddling my hips as he kissed me deeper, his hands roaming my chest.
He moaned into my mouth as he ground his crotch into mine, causing me to shiver in pleasure.
Before I knew it, my shirt was being lifted and pulled off my head and I felt Doug's hands tugging at my jeans and the button.
I gripped his upper arms tightly, not knowing if I should push him away or grip him harder.
He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down over my narrow hips and rubbed his hand across my hard cock through my boxers.
"Shit," I gasped.
I felt the thin fabric being pulled off my groin and in one swoop, Doug pulled away from my lips and placed his mouth onto my hardon.
The warmth and wetness of his mouth caused my to let out a strangled cry and my eyes to roll back in pleasure.
His tongue slid along the underside of my cock slowly and teasingly and he kept a tight suction the entire time, bobbing up and down slowly.
He pushed my legs further apart and sank deeper onto my length, engulfing me completely.
"Doug," I moaned clawing at the sheets as his tongue swirled around the head and into my piss slit.
"I'm going to cum," I mumbled in warning as I gently bucked my hips into his mouth as he bobbed up and down faster, sucking harder, applying more pressure with his tongue.
"Fuck!" I screamed as I pulled on his hair and thrust my hips up.
I felt my semen gush out of my cock and into Doug's warm mouth as he drank it in eagerly.
I breathed hard, panted, squeezed my eyes shut, and rode out the intense feelings.
When it was over, I lay still on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
Doug gave me a few soft licks and then pulled off, the cool air hitting my cock and causing it to tingle.
He moved up to me and I realized he was naked as well and his throbbing cock was pressed against my thigh.
I kissed him when his lips hovered over mine and I tasted my own cum.
Doug alternated with hard, fast, rough kisses and then soft, slow, gentle ones, keeping me on my toes.
He kissed my neck, nibbled on my ear, sucked and licked my nipples.
Doug was definitely good at this foreplay stuff.
In no time I was hard again and leaking like faucet.
My body was on fire, but it felt so good to burn.
Mm, burning.
Doug stopped kissing me and licked my ear, "Don't move Pete," he ordered softly and then he left.
My eyes were unfocused and I didn't realize where he had gone to, but he was back within seconds.
"Where?" I tried to get out, but moaned as his fingers played with my cock as he fumbled with something.
I looked down and saw a condom and he was beginning to sheath it over me.
"Doug," I said but my eyes rolled back again as he jerked me slowly and tenderly, gazing at me with his dark eyes, full of desire and lust.
"God, fuck," I groaned out.
Doug climbed over me again and I watched through a haze as he balanced on top of me, his ass pointed on top of my cock.
I threw my head backwards as he pushed down onto me and sank down slowly.
I gripped his knees as more of my inches were imbedded inside of him and then I felt his ass cheeks resting gently on me.
He stayed still for a bit and closed his eyes, inhaling.
I grabbed his hard cock and stroked him, causing him to whimper.
Doug began to rock and as he got used to my cock inside of him, he lifted himself up and then planted himself back down, causing both of us to moan.
Soon he was riding me at a steady pace, looking into my eyes as he moved up and down, back and forth as I gently grasped his hips, listening to both of our erratic breathing and the gentle movement of the bed rocking back and forth.
"Pete, oh god, Pete," Doug panted as his speed increased. "Feels so good."
I felt the tingle in my balls and knew I was going to cum soon.
I wanted Doug to cum at the same time as I did so I wrapped my hand tightly around his shaft, moving up and down rapidly, feeling my release approaching. I sped up as I saw Doug throw his head back, crying out.
Doug shouted and gripped my chest as he exploded, his body tensing and shuddering.
His cock jerked and emitted thick ropes of cum all over my stomach and chest and a little on my face.
His muscles clamping around my cock caused me to go over the edge and I grabbed his knees even harder and thrust into him a few times as I shot into his ass.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I cried out over and over again, unable to come up with anything else.
Doug collapsed on top of me, resting as I caught my breath.
His chest felt sweaty and I laid my hands on his back, rubbing up and down soothingly.
"Pete," he whispered, kissing me gently.
I kissed him back, tasting the sweat from his upper lip.
He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my chest.
As he breathed I could feel the soft wisp of air along my chest.
I sighed.
Well, there went that whole idea of waiting and taking things slow with Doug so I could get over Grant.
There was an attraction to Doug, that was for sure and it was getting harder and harder for me to keep his feelings and my own feelings in line.
I didn't know what I was going to do.
God, I didn't need this right now.
I heard the steady rhythm of Doug's breathing as he fell asleep.
I ran my fingers through his hair affectionately as he slept, gazing at him.
Doug was a good guy.
I should give him a chance.
I didn't have time to think more about this. I was too tired during my post coital bliss.
Tomorrow was a new day.
I woke up with Doug's arms wrapped tightly around me and he was snuggling against me.
I smiled and looked at the window and the sun shone through.
I actually felt a bit happy.
"Doug," I whispered, gently shaking him.
He mumbled incoherently and hugged me tighter.
"Doug, wake up. We need to shower and get ready for the airport," I said shaking him a little more insistently.
"Mm, feel so good," Doug mumbled.
I laughed and squirmed out from under him, despite his whining cries.
"I'll shower then. I'm offering you to come along with me," I sang out kissing his head.
One eye opened and he stared at me.
"Ok, fine," and then he got up with some help from me.
We woke up later than we were supposed to and took fast showers to compensate.
As I got dressed and packed away my toiletries I noticed Doug looking at me from the corner of my eye.
"Hey Pete?"
I turned to him and felt his soft lips on top of mine.
I placed my hand on the back of his neck and kissed him a little harder.
When we pulled back, he smiled at me.
"What?" I asked smiling as well.
"Just glad you didn't push me away," he murmured looking happy.
I kissed him again, "Don't worry Doug," I simply stated.
And I left it at that as we got dressed and made sure we had packed everything for our return flight home.
I took his hand as we waited for our flight.
"Last night," I started.
"Don't say it," Doug said.
"Say what?" I asked frowning.
"That we can't be together and we have to wait and I was too pushy," Doug said holding my hand tighter.
"I wasn't going to say that," I said and he looked at me hopefully.
"Last night was amazing Doug," I said and he grinned at me. "You're amazing," I added, "I need you to be patient with me. I don't want to be unfair to you, so I think if we do this, you and me," I said pointing back and forth between us, "We have to take it slow."
Doug kissed my hand, "Ok, we can go slow. I promise no more sex."
I laughed, "Well maybe we can do that," I drawled out and he nudged me playfully.
"Only if you're good to me," Doug murmured.
"Please," I said smirking, "You want me. You know you do."
"I do," he said honestly. "If you're good, you can get lucky on the plane."
"On the plane?" I asked raising my eyebrows. "I can barely fit in the bathroom as it is."
"Well, I'm a flexible dude and I excel in small spaces," Doug said licking his lips seductively.
I laughed, "We should just wait until we get home."
"Fair enough," Doug said clasping my hand with both of his.
From that point on, Doug and I were basically a couple.
I still lived on campus with Danny. I was contemplating living at home after I finished my freshman year.
I had more privacy at home and I didn't need to live on campus since I was a resident of the state. I could save the money. No need to be wasteful now. Doug and I went to the library on the weekends and did our homework together or more like I did my homework and he either watched me, sketched, or read a magazine or book.
His homework consisted of sewing stuff and what not.
He kept me company and distracted me from my studies, but he was a good distraction.
As Danny was busy, Doug was the person I spent most of my time with.
Naturally, we got closer and our relationship deepened.
It was easier being with him than Grant because he was out and we could have a relationship that was out in the open. Plus it helped that we lived in the same state.
I still thought of Grant from time to time and wondered if he was doing ok, but now that I was with Doug, I honestly cared for him. He was a good person.
The semester flew by as it always does. Being busy everyday with either school or hanging out with Doug, finals were approaching and Doug was in the process of trying to get me to go with him to Florida for the summer.
He thought it would be fun to go there, live in his brother's condo, pay half the rent, work there and just do a whole bunch of nothing.
"Come on, let's book our flights now, before they go up," he said.
"I don't know. The entire summer there? That's almost four months," I said.
"So?"
"It would be awesome! We can be carefree, have a place to ourselves, sun, beach everyday. We can have sex all day and night," he teased raising his dark eyebrows.
I laughed, "But what about my teahouse and collecting rent?" I asked referring to my apartments and the teahouse.
"Can't Julie and Danny take care of it?" Doug asked.
"I guess I could, but they've been so involved in themselves, I don't know if can rely on them," I said.
"Will you think about it?" Doug asked shooting me puppy eyes.
I leaned over and kissed him, "Of course I will."
"Thank you baby," he said.
I smiled, "I have to go to class. Want to have dinner later?"
"Of course."
I kissed him again, "See you."
"Bye baby."
I shot him one last look and then made the short walk to my class and took a seat.
Danny came into the room with two coffee drinks in his hand and headed to his usual seat beside me.
"Thanks man," I said as I took the drink.
"I can't believe we're almost done with our freshman year," Danny said as we got our notebooks out.
"I know, life is moving too fast," I agreed.
"When Julie comes home for the summer, we were thinking of taking a road trip. Want to come with us?"
"Where to?" I asked.
"I don't know. We hadn't thought it out yet, but we were just throwing around ideas," Danny said.
"I don't want to be the third wheel," I said.
"You wouldn't be the third wheel. You know that," Danny said looking at me with concern.
I shrugged, "Yeah."
Danny looked at me, "You don't really feel that way do you?"
"Sometimes, but it can't be helped. Not when you and Julie are together," I said and I smiled, "No hard feelings, I'm not mad, I'm just stating a fact."
But Danny still looked bothered.
"Besides, I don't know what I'm doing for the summer. I might be going away with Doug."
"Going away?" Danny asked with confusion.
"Yeah, he wants me to go with him to Florida," I said.
"For how long?"
"The entire summer."
"The entire summer!" Danny exclaimed and a few students looked in our direction.
"Sup?" I asked them and they looked away.
"How can you go away for the entire summer with this guy? You barely know him," he said.
I looked at him, "What do you mean? I know him. We met last summer and have been hanging out steadily all year. I went with him to Florida over winter break."
"But four months? That's a long time. One week over winter break was one thing, but, jeez!," Danny sputtered, "What about our summer things we always do together?"
"Like what? Clubbing? You won't be doing any of that stuff as long as you're with Julie. You'll want to stay in and act all in love. You want me to just sit there and watch you two do that?" I demanded, "Don't you want me to be happy and be with someone instead of miserable and alone?"
Danny looked taken aback. "Pete, of course I want you to be happy. I just think you're rushing into this a little too fast. And I'm just saying I'll miss you. You're my best friend, you know that right?"
I sighed, "Yeah, I know. But listen, you won't miss me. You have a separate life now with Julie and I can't always be a part of it. So now it's time for me to get my own life with someone," I said.
"What about Grant?" Danny asked. "Is that why you're jumping into this with Doug? Because you just need someone to take Grant's place or keep you company? I know you Pete. I know you're not over Grant yet. You should deal with your feelings otherwise you may end up hurting Doug."
My nostrils flared in annoyance, "There is no Grant and this has nothing to do with him. He doesn't matter, and do you know why? Because he didn't want me! He told me not to contact him. So he's nothing to me now. I've moved on. I'm with Doug, someone who actually wants to be with me and you should be happy for me instead of asking me questions and accusing me of using Doug! Or shouldn't you be hanging out with Julie and ditching me?"
Danny gawked at me with his mouth slightly open and I had definitely attracted the class's attention.
I grabbed my books and darted out.
I didn't want to be with anyone right now. Especially Danny.
And especially not with Danny looking at me like I was crazy.
I walked into the bathroom to collect myself.
I locked myself into a stall and rubbed my eyes, suddenly feeling tired with aching muscles.
Maybe I had gone crazy.
"You ok Pete?" Doug asked softly when we met for dinner.
I felt bad because I was basically shitty company with my sullen demeanor.
"I'm fine."
"Liar."
"I had a little fight with Danny during class," I mumbled picking at my food.
"What was the fight about?" Pete asked.
"He didn't think it was a good idea to go to Florida with you," I said getting annoyed as I thought back on the disagreement, "Instead he wants me to stick around and go on a road trip with him and Julie and twiddle my thumbs while my two best friends make out or something. He's being completely selfish. Doesn't he want me to go out and have fun with my boyfriend?"
Doug smiled.
"What?"
"You called me your boyfriend," he stated.
I opened my mouth to retort, but then I recalled what I had said and I had indeed called him my boyfriend.
"I guess I did," I admitted.
"We never talked about what we were to each other, Pete," Doug reminded me and I nodded, "We just started being together and I really like you. But I also didn't want to push you into labels in case you'd freak out."
"I know," I said.
"You really consider me your boyfriend?" Doug asked.
"Yeah," I replied truthfully, "We've been friends since before last semester and after our winter vacation, we've pretty much been together everyday. And don't forget we've been intimate with each other."
"How could I forget that?" Doug teased and I smiled.
"You consider me your boyfriend too?" I asked.
"Gladly," Doug said instantly. "I was thinking you were my boyfriend when I first met you."
"Really?" I asked raising my brow. "That sounds a little crazy man."
"Yeah, seeing you in Central Park, I just had to approach you," Doug said.
"What was so special about me that day in Central Park?" I asked curiously.
"Nothing really, except you stood out among everyone else there who was either working out or sitting and chatting. You just stood there looking so thoughtful, faraway, sad and you looked really good," Doug said causing me to grin, "Tall, dark, handsome, exotic. I had to make you mine."
"What if I weren't gay?" I asked.
"I had a feeling you were, but if not, I'd gladly slink away with a black eye. I just had to try at least," Doug said.
"Hearing that made me feel a little bit better," I said smiling slightly.
Doug took my hand and ran his thumb along my knuckles, "Glad I could help, Pete."
We went back to eating in companionable silence for a bit until he tugged on my hand again.
I looked at him questioningly.
"After dinner I could work on making you feel even better," he said seductively and I ducked my head, shaking it slightly.
"We don't have anywhere to go," I reminded him, "Danny will be in my room."
"Want to spend the night at your place? The weekend is almost here anyways. I would suggest going to my house, but my Dad and his girlfriend might be around and it might be a little awkward if both father and son were trying to get it on in rooms right beside each other."
I laughed, "Well it is Wednesday. Only two more days before the week is over. We can go to my place. Want to stop by your place to get some things for you?"
Doug nodded and once we finished our meal we hopped a train to Brooklyn.
As he said, his Dad was chilling in the living room with his girlfriend. I said some quick hellos before Doug dragged me to his room so he could pack some clothes.
His room was just as artistic as he was. The walls weren't painted just one colour like most rooms were, but it had that splattered paint effect and some cool original designs. His bed spread was airbrushed, no doubt by him.
I couldn't help looking in awe. It was a stark contrast from my room where everything was disgustingly simple and boring.
I guess I understood why me and Doug got along so well; we were kind of opposites.
"Ok, ready," Doug said taking my hand and pecking me on the lips as he lead me out of his room. "Bye Dad, staying at Pete's. I'll call you."
I didn't catch his Dad's response as we were already half way out the door.
"In a rush?" I asked.
"To be with you," Doug quipped.
I laughed, "Can't get enough of me , can you?"
"Never," Doug said as we slid our Metro card through the reader.
I intertwined my fingers through his as we waited for our train.
"I can't wait to be with you either," I murmured close to his ear.
He smiled at me.
When we made it to my apartment in Queens, it was dark and late evening.
Luckily since it was the spring semester and it was mid April, it wasn't that freezing. It was definitely chilly, since it was night time, but not so bad.
Holding his hand I led him to the apartment where my grandmother and I lived and let us inside, going directly to the first floor where my own individual apartment was located.
I placed his bags inside my bedroom and faced him.
"You want anything to drink or anything?" I asked him.
"Nope," he said his dark eyes shining as his hands slid to my chest.
"Want to see my bedroom?" I asked teasingly.
Doug nodded kissing my hands.
I led him to my bedroom and he stretched out onto my bed as I leaned over to kiss him.
I sighed as his hands wandered to my neck caressing it gently.
Soon our clothes were shed and thrown onto the floor and our naked bodies rubbed against one another.
Doug opened his legs wide to give me access and I reached for a condom and some lube.
I worked my fingers into his hole tenderly, easing him open, watching as his face contorted with pleasure and pain.
"Now Pete," he grunted grabbing onto my ass and nudging me forward.
I rolled on a condom and positioned my cock at his entrance, pushing in.
He inhaled as my head popped in and I steadily worked myself into him. Doug wrapped his legs around my waist, yanking me in forcefully for the last of my length.
I groaned as I was engulfed by his hot velvet like grip and Doug kneaded my ass.
Our lovemaking was fast and once I found his prostate, I continually hit it with each inward thrust, making sure to brush against it before I pulled out again.
Doug shivered and his fingers were gripping my lower back tightly as he bit his lip, his eyes closed.
I felt myself getting close as well as every time I hit his prostate, his muscles would clamp around me.
I wanted Doug to cum.
I thrust into him harder and faster, banging his prostate roughly.
Doug's eyes rolled back and he started shouting and crying out.
"OH GOD!"
I slammed into his ass one more time and seemingly without warning, he erupted, his hot cum hitting my chest as I hovered over him.
I felt squirt after squirt of the intense heat and a millisecond later I was cumming into his ass, shuddering and whimpering in the process.
I buried my face into the crook of his neck as I took in huge gasps of air, my softened cock still embedded in his ass.
"Are you ok Pete?" Doug asked again as he sort of hugged me.
I panted, "I'm fine Doug. Sorry for being so rough."
"It's ok Pete. I liked it. I just want to make sure you're ok."
"I'm ok," I promised kissing his cheek.
I pulled my flaccid cock out of him and pulled the condom off of me, dumping it into the trash.
I went to the bathroom and wet a couple of wash clothes and wiped my chest of Doug's cum and then wiped off the sweat that coated my body.
I did the same to Doug who was lying comfortingly in my bed, beginning to doze off.
"Thanks baby," he mumbled.
I brushed his forehead gently and leaned down, kissing it.
I got into bed and scooted behind him, wrapping my arms around his stomach.
He sighed and nestled into me.
Doug immediately fell asleep and I listened to his gentle breathing as I lay awake, staring up at the ceiling.
I was still bothered by my fight with Danny.
I hated fighting with him and not discussing it later on. I was avoiding him and running away from my problems, well, in a way.
The truth was that Danny had hit a nerve with what he had said.
Although I did like Doug a lot and cared about him, I was still hung up over Grant and in love with him. My mind always wandered back to Grant at some point during each day and I had to force myself to not think of him. If I was really over him, I wouldn't care about Grant, but I found myself wondering if he was ok and succeeding in school or if he had a boyfriend.
I knew it was a bad idea to be with Doug, a great guy who obviously had very strong feelings for me, when I couldn't give him all of my heart.
But I wanted someone, I wanted the comfort and safety of knowing someone out there wanted to be with me in a fucking world where everyone was hooking up and getting married or shitting out babies.
I wanted to be with someone who I cared for, even if it wasn't Grant.
Life wasn't perfect. You had to take what was out there.
Too bad I felt like shit for it.
I wrapped my arms more tightly around Doug, kissing his shoulder blade.
I was in a mess and I did not have a clue how to sort it out.
Danny and I eventually made up.
There was a definite rift between the two of us though. We were more quiet around each other and didn't have those easygoing flowing conversations that we used to. We were roommates that sometimes avoided each other.
Was I happy with the situation?
No, but I didn't know what to do about it and I was a little sick of having to sort out problems. I'd rather be a pansy and just not deal with it.
I wasn't mad he was with Julie, I guess I was just unhappy with my life and wanted to be away from the people I've known all my life.
Doug was perfect for that since none of my friends really knew him that well. He was a haven, a way for me to elude my problems for a bit.
Being with Julie and Danny would just be a constant reminder that life hated me and didn't want me to be happy and with someone I loved.
I was beginning to hate life.
I did end up buying a ticket to Florida with Doug. My departing date was after my last final.
Danny was pissed I didn't bother to stick around to have a post finals celebration or at least wait until Julie got back before leaving so I could see her.
I didn't want to be here. I wanted to get away.
And get away I did.
I breezed through my last final and went to my apartment where Doug was waiting for me inside.
I kissed him and took a hold of my luggage where it was stacked neatly with Doug's.
"How was your final?" Doug asked.
I shrugged, "I don't know and I don't care. Ready to go?"
Doug nodded, "The taxi should be here soon."
And that was how my long summer away from New York started.
It was spent in Florida with Doug where we got jobs as servers and spent the majority of our time at the beach or in our condo making love. Other times we did couple things like movies, mall, eating out, chilling with his brother.
I felt a little bit better and was genuinely relaxed, away from all my troubles.
Danny and Julie called me and tried to talk, but I always blew them off, not in the mood to get into a drama filled talk when I was in the sunshine state.
Eventually they stopped calling me causing me momentary guilt which I later brushed off.
The time breezed by quite fast. May ended, then June, then July, and then August.
Miraculously I got a tan, not a dark one, but a subtle tan which I considered quite an accomplishment for me.
Doug didn't tan much either, being fair skinned like I was. We got burned a couple times since the sun was so strong, but we learned our lesson and piled on the sun block.
Before we left for Florida, however, we celebrated our one year anniversary with a special dinner and hours and hours of sex. Well, technically it wasn't a one year anniversary of our dating, more like when we met. But we were on vacation and it was fun to make an fake excuse or special occasion to have sex like animals.
Needless to say that night had been so intense that we didn't work the next day and opted for takeout meals and spent the time resting and having more sex.
All too soon, fall was approaching and school was back in session.
I would be starting my sophomore year and Doug his senior year.
We had to come back a little earlier than usual because I signed up to help the incoming freshman and transfer students. I figured it would do me some good to get involved in school and help out a bit.
Naturally Doug did it as well to be with me.
As we gave tours to the freshman and handed out packages, Doug popped a question at me.
"Hey, since you're not living on campus with Danny anymore, do you want some company at your place?" he asked fidgeting with his shirt.
"Are you asking to move in with me?" I asked grinning at his evasive nature which was very un- Doug like.
He nodded silently, avoiding my eyes.
I smiled and shook my head, lifting his chin up with my fingers.
"I would love the company. You're great company," I said sincerely and he grinned.
"Really?"
"Of course," I said resisting the urge to kiss his adorable smiling lips. "We'll get your stuff later and move it in, ok?"
"Ok."
That evening we did just that.
I took my BMW to Brooklyn and loaded quite a few bags of his clothes into the car, transporting them back to my place.
Doug didn't unpack that night, but instead we had a light dinner and spent time cuddling on the couch, dozing off during a Will and Grace marathon.
The following morning, it was the transfer student orientation.
Doug and I got onto campus a little early and waited for everyone to arrive.
We sat around goofing off.
He sat on top of some wall and I leaned onto him, his arms clasped around my stomach.
He kissed my neck and hugged me affectionately.
"It's hot," I complained and Doug laughed, using his hand to fan me.
I tugged on his hand playfully, "That's not helping."
"Well, at least I'm trying," Doug shot back pulling on my hair.
The director of the transfer orientation clapped his hand to get everyone's attention.
"Everyone, I'd like to welcome-"
His speech was interrupted by the door banging wide open and then slamming shut.
All heads turned to see the interruption.
My eyes widened.
My jaw dropped.
My body tensed.
I took in the tall muscular frame, the glistening blond corkscrew curls hanging over a tan forehead, and the large blue eyes darting around nervously.
"Sorry," he muttered.
The deep voice I had longed to hear sent chills throughout my body.
"Pete, are you ok?" Doug whispered in my ear.
"Please take a seat," the director said waving his hand to the newcomer.
He nodded and started walking over to a table when he looked up as he started to pass me and Doug.
His wide blue eyes met mine and he froze mid step to an empty seat.
We just stood there staring at one another.
No one else mattered.
It felt like we were in a room by ourselves.
"Pete?" Doug asked tentatively.
I shook my head, unable to form words.
What the fuck was Grant Williams doing at NYU?