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Unexpected Bayou Love 3
Nathan
My days changed dramatically. I was settled and content with Clarissa. I was on my way to the wedding altar at the big cathedral with a huge wedding reception and party paid for by her parents. Then I ended that with a high level of stress which was partially resolved by her daddy's willingness to pay me out, not off, and keep her out of the legal system. The men's store here in town has suited me up with a couple of nice suits and sport coats and I will have to rebuild over time as I have put some of that money in savings. I want a new apartment soon.
Then came Jamie, a really sweet guy who seems to like sucking my dick. I never dreamt I would be saying something like that but, hey, life throws you things. Honestly, I find the whole thing pleasurable and I'm not having to go through the tiring circuit of girls trying to find one who puts out without expecting commitment. The problem I'm dealing with now, especially when things are quiet at the dealership, is that I spend a lot of time thinking about Jamie. I wonder what he's doing, has he or will he meet someone who will give him more than I can. I wonder how long it will take for him to respond to my text, which in the first few days hasn't been long. I wonder how long this thing will last.
Last night, which is not covered by chapter, he came over at the last minute at a late hour because I had been to the gym. He specifically asked me NOT to shower which I thought was fucking crude. Body odor like that would be repulsive to most people but it seemed to spawn him on. I'm laughing as I say this and Maurice at the next desk is wondering "what da hell" I'm laughing at. That damn Jamie put his face between my legs and licked and bit at me. He pushed me onto the bar stool and had my legs up in the air like I was about to get fucked. It was unbelievable. The first time he gave me head I thought couldn't get any better. Last night? I didn't think I could get harder and the shit got better. I'm wondering when and how it reaches the "best" category because I don't think I have experienced that in my life. Maybe it's coming.
Between my hormones being stoked by the bench press and his mouth all around my dick and balls, I couldn't contain myself and my dick couldn't contain itself either. I could only take so much of his red pouty lips being locked on my hardon and I shot a big load. He seemed to enjoy himself as he stroked it out of me and getting the nutt was good for me! My head was reeling when I finished.
To beat all, Jamie brought groceries last night. I was like, "what the fuck is that?" when he sat the grocery bag down on the counter. Triscuit crackers, pepperjack cheese, olives, soymilk, a loaf of french bread, fresh sliced ham, cereal, six eggs, Colman's spicey mustard, and two sleeves of fresh Boudin from Central Market, and a six pack of Dr. Pepper. Boudin from Central Market is the best there is. Can't wait to get into that! He said that he already checked out my fridge and it was too empty. We or "we" would need some food because he would come sometimes not having had dinner. Talk about being presumptuous! He made me send him $60 which cracked me up.
So, as I said, I'm thinking a lot about this stuff because I'm not used to it. I don't know what my damn friends would say. We do have one friend "on the outskirts" so to speak. Avery. He grew up with us and made no secret he liked boys early on. We all have an affection for him but I don't think any of us ever hooked up with him. Well, at this point I couldn't honestly say. He is much more animated than Jamie. Jamie is subtle. I think he has a very serious side he uses at work but a friendly, sincere nature, and I know he has a wild side that is reserved for occasions. They are very different. Would Avery have ever convinced me to partake of this activity? I don't know but I don't think so. He did try a few times in our high school days.
And now on a Friday, the dealership is ghostly silent except for staff running errands, chit chat, deal meetings. I step over to our Social Counter and the gal gets me a hot coffee with a tiny bit of sugar.
"There's been a wreck out on the highway," Maurice says. "`Parently its a doozy. Bunch of kids going to a high school wrestling tournament." We first look out to the street and see traffic is all kinds of slow. Then we turn on the big screen tv in the showroom to the news and see the wreck has caused traffic to be routed off the highway. And all of this accounts for the traffic jam out front and the fact we have no customers. I return to my desk chair and lean back. I got nothing to do except sit back and ponder. Ponder Jamie Belle. Jamie.
I text him and I get a quick response. "Yes I want to come tonite...we can have a snack:) 7:30 or 8". I'm a bit giddy and Maurice notices.
"Booty call," he says in a quiet drawl. I laugh.
"You can think that," I reply.
"She hot?" he asks.
"Yeah, she hot," is all I reply with. Jamie knows to text me when he's about to arrive so I can get him out of his car and up the steps without those parking lot thugs messing with him and I'm hoping we will be getting into some boudin! Truth is, as good as the head is, he's a very likable guy. It's nice having it friendly and all.
At 7:40, all I got was a text that said "here." I slipped on my shoes and went outside. I saw his Jetta in the lot. Thug boys were out there in the rain with umbrellas. I passed Mr. Browne who was sitting on the balcony and ran down the stairs. Jamie opened his car door and he looked dreadful. I took him by the arm and helped him out of the car.
"Aw how sweet!" one of the boys shouted. They laughed.
"You shut the fuck up and get your ass in the house. You look like a wet dog!" I responded, leading Jamie to the stairs. I was pulling him, literally. I thought it would be easier to carry him up the stairs. We entered the apartment and he slipped off his jacket which he let fall to the floor. I went to the kitchen to get him a drink because he looked like he needed something. I heard a loud groan and I peeked around to the door to see him with his face in his hands.
"Jamie! What's wrong? I asked and not paying attention let the soda bubble over the glass. "Damn," I said and he looked up and he was crying. He slumped to the floor.
"Holy God!" I snapped. I went to him and lifted him by an arm from the floor. "What's wrong, Jamie? Why are you so upset?" I asked quietly. He shook his head, tears pouring down his face.
"Look at me, please. Jamie," I whined trying to sound sympathetic; however, worried. "What happened?" I led him to the couch and handed him the glass of Dr. Pepper. He took a few sips and wiped his eyes and heaved a few breaths.
"It was terrible," he said. "The worst day of my fucking life," and he began to cry again. I thought to myself what a damn mess. I didn't know what had happened and I definitely didn't know if I could help. But, he came to me, he came here. I waited quietly for him to speak again.
"There was a terrible wreck today," he stuttered.
"I know. It snarled traffic most of the day!" I said with some excitement. He was communicating. I could work with this.
"There was a car with boys going to a high school wrestling tournament. It crashed into a truck and things spiraled..." and he started up again.
"Hey, hey," I said. "Go on."
"It was terrible. They sent the boys to different facilities and we got two. They notified us it was bad but didn't go into details. I was on call in Trauma 2. What they wheeled...who, I mean, what shape...I wasn't prepared for..." he paused and took a breath.
"Oh man, Jamie. It must have been bad..."
"The boy was wheeled in. On one side he looked quite normal. The other side...his left side, mangled," his eyes watered again. "Was..."
"Ok, I get it," I said. "You don't have to focus on detail. What did you do?" I asked, trying to keep him moving.
"Dr. Marteen looked cross-eyed. The nurses were working to clean him up. I was standing by him on his good side and he looked up at me. He was really in shock. I took his hand and told him to give a squeeze and he did and I knew he was alert. You understand the other side of his face was..."
"Hey, lets not dwell on that. What did you say to him?" I asked.
"I asked him what his name was. He gurgled that it was Bodie. I smiled at him trying to comfort him. He was, is, I mean, he was a really good looking boy you could tell. That blue eye... will haunt me...He asked me if I was holding his hand and I said I was. I got you, I told him. He tried to smile." Jamie leaned back as if remembering. I didn't interrupt. "I said, you're a handsome fella. You got a girl? He nodded and scratched my hand with two fingers. It took a hot minute but I understood. You have two girls?" I said with excitement. "One of the nurses giggled. You're doing excellent, Jamie, the doctor told me. Keep him engaged. They were able to do things while he was focusing on me, you understand. I said to him, they gonna be so glad to see you, you little player! He smiled as best he could and the nurses giggled again. They were so stressed, I could tell. Based on what I saw there wasn't much they could do for him. The fact he was alive was a miracle. Bodie, I said, but he interrupted me and said, it's bad, isn't it? Yes, I said. It was a terrible accident. The doctors were working on it. I squeezed his hand and he squeezed mine in return. He asked me where Elias was and I said in another room. He said he wanted his mom. I told him the hospital was talking to them, trying to get them to the hospital as fast as possible. His eye widened and I think he started to feel some of the pain, the pain that had been blocked by shock. He squeezed my hand again. Then he told me I was very cool..." and I lost Jamie for a bit. "I told him "be cool or be a fool" was my motto. He tried to laugh but coughed up blood. He tried to tell me thank you...he whispered thank... but...but...he died, Nathan. He just died," and that was "all she wrote," so to speak. His hands flew over his face and he cried so hard he didn't make a noise.
"Wow," I uttered. I barely knew this boy, this 22 year old nursing wonder whom I had met in a thrift store and yet, I felt so much. The pain he was feeling had only been felt by a certain number of people. I thought back to the risk management course Caddy sent us to where we learned how the company reacted to fatal accidents involving Cadillac malfunction. They took it very seriously saying one person dying in our car was too many.
I'm not a shallow guy but this was a helluva mess. What was I supposed to do? I slipped between him and the back of the couch. I told him to lay down with me. He laid on his side and spooned with me. I pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over us so he would be warm. I used the blanket edge to wipe his face. He began to calm down but he was breathing hard. There was a time I would've been hitting a vape pretty hard right about now to settle my stress but I didn't have one. Damn, this was terrible. I didn't know if he would need counseling or what. Surely they have programs at the hospital, I thought. I at least felt him relax as I tightened my arm around him.
"What were you like when you were 16?" I asked. I was surprised but I was excited.
"I was a firecracker!" I snapped and he giggled a bit. "I was good looking, I was happy, I was smart, and you couldn't tell me nothing!" I said with some sarcasm. Jamie blew out a laugh.
"We must have been very similar then!" he said. "I was good looking and rich and I didn't want to hear it!" and we both laughed. That was funny.
"Did you have a guy?" I asked, as he did with the boy.
"I first tried with my best friend and after we lost our virginities to each other, we decided to be best friends. His name was Jacen and lived in our neighborhood. His parents were very cool. They were like my second parents. Jacen lives with his parents now because he's saving money. He's going to buy some old plantation with land. I tried with another boy named Terrell and he liked me but his dad shut us down."
"What do you mean? I asked.
"His dad thought I was spoiled and a bad influence and he didn't want his son hanging around with a gay boy. Thought it would "spread," Jame said.
"He didn't know he was already gay?" and I had to laugh. Parents are so stupid. Seriously.
"No, he didn't then but he does now. Terrell came completely out a couple of years ago. They had to work on their relationship a lot. I think that's when I learned not everything was guaranteed to me and if I wanted something I might have to fight for it."
"Thats truth for all of us," I said quietly. "I knew this girl in school and she was pretty but not beautiful. Like, she didn't know she was very pretty. I liked her a lot. We made plans to go to the movies but her ma called mine and they agreed not to let us go out. My ma said she couldn't argue with the lady but it hurt her, them thinking I was low class or some shit because I was black."
"You low class?" Jamie whispered. "I don't think so," he said.
"She's been married and divorced already. Her father came into the dealership once and he didn't recognize me."
"Did you say anything?"
"Nope, didn't want to start anything. You know the saying, "Don't bring none, there won't be none!" Jamie laughed at this. He was very calm now. "Listen Jamie, I want to tell you something without upsetting you again."
"What?" he asked.
"When you go back to work, maybe not right away but soon, they gonna say you were heroic and brave and all that. For you to heal, you have to accept those compliments but they can't go to your head. You understand what I'm saying? I mean that is all you. I am in awe of you and how you handled that boy. I'm a spiritual person and I honestly believe you were meant to ease that boy's passing. You have to accept what you did without it going to mind. That's what I think, anyway."
"Aw Nathan, I understand completely and I think you are wonderful for thinking like that. That's the best advice anyone could give. I know they're gonna say things but I don't know how I feel. It was terrible and I'm hurting from it but in some ways, I'm glad it was me. I understood him. I knew how to talk to him. He was the kind of boy I liked when I was in school, little hunk athlete. I just wanted to do what I could for him."
"You did babe," and yes, I slipped and said that. "You did the best anyone could do. The fates will smile on you for that." He was quiet. I took the remote from the table and turned the tv on. Something quiet was playing on Netflix and we fell asleep.
Some hours later, I woke up and decided we needed to get in the bed. The couch had become very uncomfortable and my damn arm was asleep under him. Zings went up and down my arm as I climbed out. I helped him up and led him to the bedroom. After undressing, he climbed into the bed and back into spoon with me.
"What you doing?" I asked, It was a pretty big bed afterall.
"This is more comfortable," and he backed into me. "What the fuck?" I thought. I figured I had done quite a lot al;ready and this was pushing things. But I can't say he was undesirable. His skin was soft. He smelled good. His hair wrapped under his head and not in my face. I rested my arm over him and decided to let it be what it was. I think he was exhausted and went right back to sleep. But just about when I was going to fall asleep, he jerked, or he kicked. This went on for an hour and I could tell he was having bad dreams. Again, I was at a loss. I parted from him and slipped out of the bed. I decided to go back to the couch and just as I looked down on him, he jerked and balled up into a fetal position. He was struggling. I sighed a deep breath and decided I needed to hero up on this. Otherwise, the rest of the night was going to be hard.
I slipped back in and shook him gently. "Jamie, Jamie!" I stammered. "Wake up." He snapped up and looked at me. "What Nathan? I'm sorry, I was having a..."
"Bad dreams," I said.
"I can't get things out of my mind. I'm sorry this is a lot for you to handle. Maybe I shouldn't have come here. I probably should go..." I locked my arm down on him.
"You are not going out there at 2 in the morning! The last thing I need is for you to be in a wreck!" and his face gave a jerk and I wish I hadn't said that. "Listen, Jamie, I'm going to do something and when I do it, I want you to pass the images, the bad dreams to me. I'm strong. I can take it. I want you to let it go so you and I can rest. I have to work tomorrow. Ok?" He nodded. "J, this is a one time thing. I want you to pass it all to me, ok?" He nodded but looked a little worried what I was gonna do. I leaned down and put my lips on his. I kissed him. He kissed me back. I ran my fingers across his cheek and I felt a little breath leave him and I swallowed it. I think that was it! I thought he had let it go. I pulled away and he looked at me calmly.
"You ok?" I asked. He nodded that he was. "Want to go to sleep?" I asked. He nodded that he did. I laid back on my back and he slipped in beside me and rested his head just by my face as I slipped my arm under him. I pulled him close and didn't push him away or say a damn word. Sometimes you got to do what you got to do! He went to sleep and so far as I know he didn't have bad dreams as neither of us moved much.
He woke me in the morning. It was 7 am. "Nathan, I have to go. I'm working a part day today. Administrative duty," he said.
"You all right?"
"Yes, Nathan, thanks to you. You were amazing last night. Nobody could have done better for me. You are a real man, a real friend," and he kissed me on the cheek and slipped out of the bed. He dressed.
"Text me this afternoon and check in with me, Jamie. I want you to be ok." He said he would and left. I was left to ponder some more. Whatever happened next would be entirely my fault. I knew I gave him the wrong idea by doing the right thing. That kiss. I just wanted to know he was ok.
Despite the tragedy he had endured, I had become intimately aware of his body, the softness of his skin, his shape. While not skinny, he had a narrow waist and a bubble butt. Thinking about it made me laugh. There were a number of girls who would love to have his butt! And, now I've kissed him. It wasn't sexy. It didn't turn me on but it was amazing. Then again, did it turn me on? It turned me on thinking about it but not when I did it. When I did it, it was like therapy. It was a tactic, YES! Tactic! He tasted good and I remember the taste of his mouth. I hope he didn't get the wrong idea or was I hoping I didn't get the wrong idea. I was heading to the bayou tomorrow evening to eat crawfish and drink beer. Maybe a break from this place was a good thing.
I know you all wanted a hot sex scene with lots of hot sex but this is a love story. You have to hear the whole story to appreciate the love story. There will be more to come.