Zack and Jay

Zack and Jay

Chapter 4

Author: Lone Wolf

We spend the days of the next week doing the school work we both need to get caught up on. I manage to get caught up on everything I missed while in the hospital and most of the work from the week Dean Rogers had given us off. Jay has everything done; how? I have no clue; except maybe it's because he doesn't have as full of a schedule as I do, because of being on the football team when school started. He's actually thinking about adding a couple of classes, now that he is dropping from the team.

"Jay, I was wondering if you would like to go to my old dojo with me. I need to talk to Mark about setting up the class Dean Rogers wants me to teach, I want to find out where we can order the mats, and pads like he uses." I tell him.

"Sure, I'll go with you. Maybe I'll actually learn something, too. Why does he teach unarmed self defense along with karate?" He asks me.

"Well, there are times when you could be in a situation were you can't us karate. Let's say you find yourself attacked in the close confines of a stall in a public bathroom. There is no way you're going to have enough room to do karate kicks and punches, but you can easily get into a position allowing access to a pressure point. Like the one I used on Chris's roommate; you can get to that one almost anytime anywhere. And take it from me, if done correctly, it hurts like hell. And if you can do it to both sides at once, nine times out of ten, the person will pass out from the pain." I explain to him. "So, it helps knowing both, they compliment each other; if you find yourself in a position you can't do one, you can do the other."

"That makes sense." He says and we head over to Mark's Dojo.

We find Mark in his office and he gets up and hugs me as I walk in. I introduce him to Jay and then explain to him what's going on at school and that Dean Rogers has asked me to teach a class there, trying to at the least, give someone a fighting chance if something happens to them. He tells me about a website that I can go on and order everything that we should need. He tells me with tears in his eyes, "I'm proud that my prize student has been asked to teach what he has learned to other kids so they can protect themselves."

I get up from the chair where I've been sitting and give him another hug and say, "Thank you, you have no idea how that makes me feel hearing you say that. All those years of you pushing me, telling me I could be better, yelling at me if I did a kick or threw a punch wrong, I wasn't sure how you felt about me."

"Zack, I've always been proud of you and what you have accomplished here. I saw how good you could be, and wanted you to be that good. You've done more then I could have imagined, and I'll always be proud of what you've done and what you will do in the future." He tells me.

We continue talking for about another hour and Jay and I get up to leave, Mark comes to me and gives me another hug and says, "Take care of yourself and good luck with your class." I thank him and we leave him sitting back at his desk reflecting on the past.

We stop at the store before returning to my house to get everything for Thanksgiving Dinner; turkey, a couple loaves of bread for homemade stuffing, celery, onions, potatoes, yams, winter squash, rolls, and the stuff to make homemade pies. We take everything home and make many trips back and forth from the car to the kitchen bringing it in.

On Wednesday, Jay and I make the pies together, he seems to know his way around a kitchen too, due to the fact that his grandmother was a baker and he used to help her when he was little. We rip the loaves of bread into little pieces and place them in the warm oven to dry out and toast for the stuffing, dice the onions and celery and put them in the fridge until morning.

Thanksgiving morning Jay and I are up early getting everything ready. I mix the toasted bread, onion, and celery, add some seasonings and a couple eggs so it sticks together nicely, and stuff the turkey and put it into the oven. Jay peals the potatoes and squash and cuts them up and puts them on the stove to cock. We work together making the Thanksgiving feast. It's almost one, the turkey is done and so is everything else.

Tim and Lisa arrive right on time, and we sit down to give thanks and remember those who can't be with us this year. It is a very difficult day for Josh's parents, but luckily I've got Jay to lean on.

After dinner and everything is put away and the dishes running through the dishwasher, Lisa and Tim ask me if we can talk. "Of course, is everything alright?" I ask them.

Lisa says, "Yes, everything is fine. We had something made for Josh before he died, for his birthday, and wanted to give them to you, now that he's gone. As it seems you and Jay are becoming really close, we thought you two could use them." She hands me a jewelry box and I open it. Inside I find two matching beautiful gold rings. They have two hands supporting a ruby heart wearing an ornate crown. She explains, "They are Irish Claddagh Rings. The hands represent friendship, the heart; love, and the crown; loyalty. Combined like this they symbolize, 'Let friendship and love reign'. When worn on the right hand, if the heart points down your hand it means you are single. If it points up toward your heart it means you are in a committed relationship. If worn on the left hand and pointing down, you're engaged, up, your married. We had them custom made for him; him to keep one and give the other to you. Now, we hope you'll take them, and when you're ready give the other to Jay."

"Guys, thank you. I know how hard this week must be for you, and now this. I can never thank you enough, they're beautiful. Yes, I'll accept them." I take one out of the box and put it on my right hand with the heart pointing towards my heart. As we've been sitting in the kitchen talking and my parents and Jay are in the living room; I call to Jay. He comes and sits by us at the table. I hand him the box and explain "Tim and Lisa had the rings made for Josh before he had died and now wanted me to have them and hoped I would be able to give you the other; someday." Lisa explains to him about the meanings of the symbols and how it is worn. I say to Jay, "I want to give it to you now. I know how much you love me, and how much I love you, and can't think of a better way to show everyone how we feel about each other." He removes the ring from the box and places it on his right hand with the heart pointing up towards his own.

Jay and I stand and hug both of my former lover's parents and thank them again. "I'll wear this ring for the rest of my life, remembering my friendship and love for Josh, and now Jay." I tell them.

We spend the rest of the day watching TV, talking, playing card games, and just loving everyone's company. We eat a light dinner and have the pies for dessert. Shortly after that Tim and Lisa leave; and Jay, my parents, and I talk into the night remembering good times and bad.

Saturday, Jay and I leave early and head back to school to prepare for the next few weeks of class before the winter break starts. When we get back, I leave Jay in my room and head down to Gary's room to see if he's back yet. He answers the door, and invites me in. I explain to him about the class that Dean Rogers has asked me to teach and what I found out from Mark at home.

"Gary, would you be interested in helping out? With what happened with Chris, maybe you could help someone prevent that sort of thing happening to them." I explain to him.

"I would be honored, but there is one thing." He says shyly.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"As I told you before, Chris and I usually don't go around telling people we're gay. We find it easier to just not say anything, and if asked, we just say we're really good friends. There are a few guys that know we're gay, but with what happened with Chris everyone probably knows, now. And I had some trouble when I told some other people."

"Who, your parents?" I see tears in his eyes and regret asking him as soon as I ask. "I'm sorry, that is none of my business."

"No. it's alright. Yes, they freaked out. They threw everything of mine out of the house and then me; physically. And told me their son was dead. I've tried calling them to talk, but as soon as they realize it's me on the phone, they hang up. I've written and every letter has come back marked return to sender. Chris even tried calling them and talking to them, but as soon as he mentioned my name, they said they didn't have a son Gary and hung up. He talked to his parents, and they called mine, same thing. Chris's parents sent me money for a bus ticket and I spent the summer at his house; none of my family would let me stay with them. Some of them took my parents side and disowned me, the rest said they didn't want to get involved. I don't know what I did to deserve this." He finishes.

"Gary, you didn't do anything wrong. You can't help who you are. A parent's love for their child is supposed to be unconditional. And I know how this sounds, but if your parents can't accept you for who you are, then you're better off without them. Nobody should have to hide behind a false front just so they don't offend someone. Don't pretend to be something you're not. Live your life the way you want to live it, and to hell with everyone else." I tell him.

We continue talking well into the night and he finally agrees to help. He thinks that Chris will probably want to join the class anyways. He tells me his karate instructor at home is an ex-marine and not only teaches karate and unarmed self defense, but also throws in some hand to hand combat tactics, too. Jay is sound asleep in my bed when I return to my room. Exhausted from the long trip and just about as long of a talk with Gary, I strip and crawl into bed with him, spooning him, and holding him as he sleeps. I thank God our parents aren't like Gary's and fall asleep.

Monday morning I go to my eight thirty appointment with Phil and talk about everything that has happened sense our last meeting a month ago. We spend a lot of time talking about what happened at Josh's grave and also they way Jay looked different later that night. He says about the same thing that Jay had told me. That the emotions I still carried deep inside probably prevented me from seeing who Jay was as a person, and also not allowing me to see him as he actually looks.

After talking for quite some time he finally asks me, "So Zack, how are you feeling now?"

"To be honest, I haven't felt this good and this in control of my life sense Josh died. I still miss him, but I know that I've got Jay and with his help and love, I can make it." I respond.

"That's good. Well I think we've reach the end of the long road of your recovery. But, there is one more thing I want to discuss with you and Jay, together. If it's alright with you I'll contact Jay's professor and have him excused from next Monday's class so we can all sit down and talk; alright?" He asks me.

"Well, I don't see what Jay can add to this, but if you think it's for the best. Yeah, alright, I'll let him know about next week." I reply. I thank him and leave his office.

I spend the next week trying to figure out what Phil wants to talk to Jay about and can't. We head over to the Admin Building together and go up to Phil's office. He is sitting at his desk as we walk in and I notice there are now three chairs instead of the usual two. I introduce him and Jay and we sit. He gets up from his desk walks over to the door and flips the sign around and closes it.

He takes the empty chair and looks at both of us, making eye contact and holding it for a few seconds. Then he begins talking. "Zack, I'm sure you've spent a lot of time wondering why I wanted to talk to both of you this week. And I'm sorry I couldn't explain further. I had to talk to another patient I've been trying to help for the last few months, first, and didn't want to infringe on the confidentiality with him. He is allowing me to talk to you two, and see if you would be willing to meet with him. His best friend died in a drunk driving accident a week before he left home to come to school and is having a hard time with it. I haven't been able to get through to him. He shows up for his appointments, talks some, but I can't get him to open up to me. From some of the things he has said, I believe he is gay and that he was in love with his best friend. I don't have any experience in this kind of thing and was wondering if you two would be willing to sit down with him and talk? See if you guys can get through and help him open up."

I look over at Jay and he looks at me as Phil finishes. I say, "Yes, I'll be willing to talk to him."

Jay says, "Well, I am a psychology major, but I don't see how I fit into this. If he needs someone to talk to about what happened I think Zack could handle that on his own."

"As I said, I think he is gay, he hasn't told me that he is. And if he's having trouble coming to terms with that, after what Zack told me about your troubles coming to terms with your sexuality. I believe you just may be able to help him; if he is in fact gay, and trying to hide it, or is having trouble excepting it." He explains to Jay.

"Alright, count me in." Jay says to him.

Phil continues talking to us about Brad for a little while, and then we make plans to meet him in my dorm room later that day. Jay and I leave and head down stairs, I tell Jay goodbye in the lobby and ask the receptionist if Dean Rogers is available. She calls his office and he will see me.

I walk down the main hall and enter his office area, he's standing there waiting for me and shows me into his office.

"Zack, it's good to see you're feeling better. What can I do for you?" He asks.

I explain to him everything Mark told me at home about getting the things we'll need for the class and where they can be bought online. I tell him that I talked to Gary and he is willing to help me teach the class.

"This is great; I can't wait to get started. We actually had another attack while you we're at home. The individual wasn't hurt as bad as Chris was, but he has dropped from school, and we didn't catch the guys that beat him up. I hope we can get this going quickly. I have also checked into the Gay/Straight Alliance with the Board, and with what has been happening they agree it is a good idea. It will take a few weeks to get everything set up. I'm scheduling the first meeting for as soon as possible after the winter break." He explains to me, and we continue talking about the class and the alliance until well after one; I've missed two more class, great.

Jay and I are in my room waiting for Brad to show up talking when there is a knock at the door. I get up and open it and find a very miserable looking kid standing there, "Hi, you must Brad?" I ask him sticking out my hand; he ignores it and walks into my room. I have him sit in my computer chair, Jay sits on the stool, and I sit on the edge of my bed. Jay and I introduce ourselves and then I say, "Phil, told us a little about what you've been going through and asked us, if we would talk to you. I'm not sure what he has told you of us, but if you have any questions just ask."

He responds, "Phil didn't tell me anything about you two, he just suggested I talk with you. I really don't know why I'm here other than that."

"Well, I know, from first hand experience what you're going through, and I want to help, if you'll let me." I respond to him.

"How the hell can you possibly know what I'm going through? Have you ever had someone you love ripped from this world by a drunk driver?" He asks almost screaming.

"Actually, no, but I did loose someone to suicide back in May and I'm pretty sure you feel the same way I did after it happened." I explain to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He responds, and then adds, "Who was it, that committed suicide?"

"My boyfriend, he hung himself after outing himself trying to protect me from a couple of his football teammates." I reply.

"Boyfriend, so you're gay?" He asks a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I'm gay and proud of that." I tell him, trying to put him at ease. "You said that you loved your friend, are you gay, too?"

"No, I can't be gay." He says.

"What do you mean by you can't be gay?" Jay asks him.

"I'm Catholic and the Church teaches it's a sin to be gay. And if you are you'll spend eternity in hell. So, because of my upbringing in the Church, I can't be gay." He says to Jay.

Jay sits there thinking for I minute then replies, "I'm Catholic, too. I believe the Catholic Church has perverted the teachings of someone from a long time ago, and called it a sin to be gay. You know the Ten Commandments, right?" Jay asks him. He just nods his head. "Is there anything in them that says it is a sin to be gay?" He shakes his head no. "Well, there you go. The Church is just saying what someone said years ago, and then just made up that it is a sin. That's what I believe, anyways."

"So you don't believe it's a sin to be gay and that you'll spend eternity in hell for it?" He asks Jay.

"No and neither do my parents. We talked about it for quite some time when I came out to them a little over a month ago." Jay replies to him.

"You've only been out for a month? So you really don't have much experience in this type of thing, your just as naive as I am?" He responds sounding mad.

"I may not be Catholic, but my parents and I are Christians and our minister teaches about what is going to happen in end times. He talks all the time about what he calls the Rapture of the Church, he says that is when Jesus will take everyone that has given their life to him and accepted him to heaven without dying. He says that there is only one way to heaven and that is through Jesus Christ, you must put your life in Jesus' hands. He says that other churches teach that you must live your life to certain rules or in your case Commandments, and if you break them you're going to hell. But not him, he says that we are all sinners and Jesus died for our sins, He suffered the punishment for everyone, He paved the way for all of us to heaven. We must accept that and if we do, we will go to heaven no matter what we do here on earth. And I believe that, to me it sounds more like a loving God. Why else would God have allowed Jesus to die the way he did? If He didn't plan on Him dying for us, then He would have stopped it. He wouldn't have allowed Jesus to be crucified." I explain to him.

"That is very interesting. I never thought about it like that. It does go against the teachings of the Catholic Church, though." He says.

"Come on, you can't believe everything the Church tells you. Look how long they tried denying and tried covering up the fact that they had a problem with priests molesting young boys. I learned a long time ago, not to believe everything the Catholic Church says." Jay tells him.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I think I was more concerned about what the Church would think about me, then what I thought about myself and how I feel. Thank you, both of you; I think I'll be able to talk to Phil now. I really appreciate what you two have done for me; and how you opened my eyes to other points of view." He gets up gives us both a hug and leaves. I call Phil to inform him of what happened and he thanks me and Jay for helping out.

Gary and I spend a lot of time over the next two weeks together getting ready for the class. He seems to grow more and more withdrawn and seems to act different at times. While in his room one night by ourselves; I notice that he is going into the bathroom very frequently; the last time I heard the tank cover smack on the toilet when he set it back in place.

"Gary, can I use your bathroom?" I ask him concerned.

"Sure, go ahead." He responds.

I go into the bathroom and carefully lift the cover off the toilet tank. I see a bottle of Jack Daniels hidden in the cold water of the tank. So that's why he is acting so differently, I think to myself. I return to his room with the bottle in hand and ask, "Gary, what is this? You know what will happen if someone finds out you have this in your room."

""What difference does it make?" He asks, getting mad.

"Because I care about you and don't want to see you throw your life away over alcohol." I respond.

"Well, it's my life and I do as I please." He says.

"I'm not going to let you." I tell him; walk back into the bathroom and pour the booze down the sink.

"Get out, and don't come back. You had no right doing that." He screams at me.

"Gary, I know you're mad at me right now, but I hope you will realize that this is for the best." I say trying to calm him down.

"Get out!" He screams again, as I pick up my things and leave. As I walk down the hall towards the stairs I notice Nick, Gary's roommate come through the stairwell door.

"Nick, can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask him.

"Sure, what's up?" He asks.

"Have you noticed how different Gary is acting lately?" I ask him.

"Yeah, it's the booze. It started shortly after the beginning of the semester. I know he is having problems with his family and I think that is why he is drinking. He doesn't know what to do about it." He explains to me.

"I know about the family trouble and I've talked to him about that. I didn't know it was this bad." I tell him.

"Well, actually, you don't know the half of it. He has gotten several notices that if he doesn't bring his grades up he will flunk out of school. And I think he has stopped going to class. I'm not sure where he is going, but he does leave the room every morning and when he comes back some days he is obviously drunk. I've tried talking to him, but he just tells me to mind my own business. I think he is just waiting to get kicked out of school." He tells me.

I ask him, "You wouldn't by chance have his parent's phone number would you? I want to call them and try and talk some sense into them."

"Yeah, he gave it to me last year, just in case." He tells me and grabs a piece of paper and pen from his backpack, opens his phone. When he finds their number he writes it down and gives it to me.

"Thank you, I hope I can get through to them. He really needs his family." I say.

"Yeah, good luck, from what I've heard about them, you're going to need it." He says.

"Thanks again Nick. I better let you go." I tell him, and head upstairs to my room. When I get there Jay isn't there, but there is a note saying that he is at the library and will be back in a little while.

I grab my cell phone and dial Gary's parent's number. His mother answers with a sweet "Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Burns, my name is Zack Miller, you do not know me, but I know your son, Gary...." Click, the line goes dead.

I wait a couple of minutes and hit redial, "Hello?" I hear Mrs. Burns say.

"Mrs. Burns, it's Zack Miller again...." Click.

I wait a few minutes again, and hit redial, "Hello?" Mrs. Burns says again.

"Please don't hang up again...." Click.

"What the fuck is wrong with her? How can a mother turn her back on her own son?" I scream at the empty room. I try again, as soon as I start talking she again hangs up on me. I dial my parent's number and Mom answers on the second ring. "Hi Zack, how are you?" She asks.

"Ok, I just wanted to call and say I love you and thank you for being there for me." I tell her.

"Zack, I love you, too. What's wrong?" She asks.

"Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice. I better let you go, it's getting late. Bye! I love you!" I tell her and hang up.

I try Gary's parents again, his mom answers, "Hello?"

"Mrs. Burns, I need to talk to...." She hangs up.

I wait a few minutes and hit redial, Mr. Burns answers, "This is getting a little ridiculous." And he hangs up.

I wait about ten minutes and hit redial, Mr. Burns again, "Hello?"

"I can keep this up all night. You're going to have to talk to me sooner or later." I tell him, click.

Just then Jay walks into my room talking on his cell phone, "He's here and he's alright. Let me talk to him and I'll find out what's going on." He pauses. "Yes, Ma'am I'll let you know. Bye."

"She called you?" I ask him.

"Of course she called me. Zack you scared the shit out of your mother. She thought something was wrong." He says.

"I just wanted to hear her voice, and to thank her for being there for me. I can't believe how pigheaded Gary's parents are. Gary is drinking heavily, skipping class, and is on the verge of flunking out of school. I've been trying to talk to them for the last hour or so, but they keep hanging up on me. He needs his family now, more than ever." I explain to him.

"Zack, you can't help everyone." He tells me.

"Look, after what I went through with Josh, there is no way I'm going to sit back and do nothing and let Chris go through that. I have to do something. Gary isn't talking to me right now, because I found a bottle of Jack in his bathroom and dumped it out. I just may have fucked up our friendship. And if I did, I hope I can get through to his parents, maybe they can talk some sense into him. I won't sit by and watch him slowly kill himself with booze. He's not going to find the answers to his problems in the bottom of a bottle. Jay, please tell me you understand?" I ask him.

"Yes, I understand. Do what you have to do. I'll call your mom and let her know you're alright." He replies and dials his phone.

I hit redial on my own and Mrs. Burns answers again, "Your son is in trouble and he needs your help." I tell her. Nothing, she didn't hang up though. I can hear her breathing. "Mrs. Burns?" I ask.

"I'm still here." Long pause, deep breath, "What's wrong with Gary?" She finally asks.

"He has been really depressed since you and your husband threw him out of the house last spring when he told you he was gay. And it's getting worse. He has started drinking heavily, he hasn't been going to class, and is on the verge of being thrown out of school. He needs his parents, now, more than ever." I explain to her.

"I didn't know it was this bad." She says.

"How could you possibly know? You don't talk to him when he calls. You return his letters when he writes. You act as if you don't have a son." I criticize her.

"I know how this must look to you, but you don't understand." She tells me.

"Your son tells you he's gay and you bodily throw him out of the house. What don't I understand?" I ask her.

"You can't possibly know how we feel." She says through tears.

"Ma'am I'm gay, and how my parents feel about me didn't change when I told them. If anything it made us closer, I talk about everything with them. What you and your husband are doing is wrong, a parent's love for their child is supposed to be unconditional. Nothing a person does can change how a parent feels about them. So can you honestly tell me you don't love Gary anymore?"

"No, I still love him, and miss him deeply." She says now crying harder.

"Then call him and tell him that. Let him come home for Christmas, and help him through this. He needs you." I tell her now crying myself.

"Zack, that's your name right?" She asks.

"Yes, my name is Zack." I reply.

"Zack, thank you for bringing me to my sense; I'll call him now. Goodbye." She says and hangs up not waiting for me to say goodbye.

Jay has been sitting on my bed watching me the whole time, I walk over and sit next to him on the bed and say, "Thank God, I got through to her. She's calling him now."

He puts his arm around me and says, "You know something? You're one hell of a guy. I love you."

"I love you, too." I respond.

About an hour later there is a loud knock on the door, Jay answers it. "Is he here?" I hear Gary ask.

"Yeah, come on in." Jay says to him stepping out of the way for him to enter the room.

As soon as he sees me he starts crying and I go to him and hold him, "It's going to be alright." I tell him. He cries uncontrollably for about ten minutes, I hold him standing in the middle of the room.

The crying fit subsides and he can finally talk, "Thank you, Zack, I don't know how you did it, but I spent the last hour talking to my parents. They told me I was to come home for Christmas; we have some things to talk about. I can't believe you got through to them."

"Well, it wasn't easy, and I wasn't letting up until one of them talked to me. I must have called about a dozen times. I don't know why your mom didn't hang up on me the last time. But I was set on calling back all night if I had to; one of them was going to talk to me sooner or later." I say to him still holding him.

"There is no way I can ever repay you for what you've done for me." He says through his tears.

I pull away from him and say, looking him straight in the face, "You can repay me by promising you're going to stop drinking and talk to your professors about making up the work you've missed. I need your help with the self-defense class, and you won't be able to help if you get yourself kicked out of school."

"I promise. Zack, Thank you, again. You feel like a brother to me, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been here for me. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting." He says through fresh tears.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, I know it was the alcohol not you. Just get yourself better, and get your class work caught up. Ok?"

"Ok!" He replies, gives me another hug. Then turns to Jay, "You've got one hell of a boyfriend there. Don't ever let him go." He shakes his hand and heads for the door.

"I won't!" Jay replies to his back as Gary opens the door and walks out.

"This has been one hell of a long three weeks. Thank God we only have two more days of classes before Christmas, and then a month off. I can't wait." I tell Jay.

"About that, since I dropped from the football team, I have to get a new dorm room for next semester. The dorm I'm in now is just for the team. The school let me stay until the end of the term, but now I have to pay for a new one. I was wondering, can I move in here with you? It will save me some money and I can take the extra classes I was telling you about." Jay says.

"Jay, I told you back in October that you could move in here. Crap, you've spent just about every night here since we got back after Thanksgiving. Yes, you can me in. I'll call Dean Rogers tomorrow and see about getting a dresser and computer desk brought in for you and see how much more it'll cost. I'll talk to my parents and see if they mind paying the difference." I tell him.

"Zack, I don't want your parents paying for my room. If it is going to cost to much, then I won't be able to take the extra classes." He says.

"Alright, we'll worry about that when and if we have to. Dean Rogers as already told me that this will be my room for as long as I go to school here without a roommate. Which means my scholarship is paying for it; I should be allowed to let you move in here without any additional charges. Let me talk to him in the morning and see what he thinks about it. Ok?" I ask him.

"Ok. You know, you really are a great guy, and I'm never going to let you go." He says, then grabs me and pulls me into a passionate kiss, his hand wandering to my crotch. He massages my cock through the thick fabric of my jeans.

"I want you so bad." I moan between the kisses. He slowly moves us to the bed while still kissing me. He lowers me to a sitting position on the side of the bed without breaking contact with my lips. He leans forward forcing me to lie back on the bed, and then he unbuttons and unzips my jeans and pulls them and my underwear off together. He takes my cock in his hot mouth and starts sucking it like there is no tomorrow. He almost manages to take it all the way in this time before gagging with about an inch to go. He quickly recovers and goes back to work on my throbbing member. He sucks me to the brink of orgasm then stops. "Don't stop now!" I cry. "I've got to cum."

"You will, but not right now. I've got other plans for you." He pulls off the rest of my clothes and then strips for me. 'God, I wonder were he learned that. Did he ever dance in a club for a living?' I think to myself.

He slowly undresses and throws his clothes at me as he takes them off. He dances all around the room as he removes each article of clothing. He finally is naked and pulls my armless computer chair over to the center of the room and sits in it. "Come here." He says.

I walk over to him and drop to my knees in front of him and suck his already hard cock down my throat. He moans in enjoyment and lets me suck him before pulling me up and has me sit on his lap facing him, one leg on either side of the chair. He positions his cock for me as I sit down and I feel it slide into my ass filling me up. I kiss him on the neck and shoulder as I ride his cock. I fuck myself with his cock for what seems like hours, just lifting off him and sliding back down. Each time I pull up on him he licks the head of my cock and is driving me crazy. He grabs me around the waist, stands, and walks over to the bed. He lays me down, never pulling his thick cock from my ass. He stands next to the bed and fucks the shit out of me.

"Fuck me! Oh God, you feel so god in my ass. Make me cum." I moan through the fucking he is giving me. I can feel his cock rubbing my prostrate with each thrust in, he is bringing me to orgasm. I wrap my legs around him and pull him down on top of me. I spread my legs as far out to the sides as I can and rotate my hips up into him, allowing him to drive his cock even deeper into my ass. I feel the tingling starting in the pit of my stomach and know I'm getting close. In my ecstasy I moan, and dig my fingers into his back, and drag them to his ass. I pull at his hips trying to drive his cock even deeper into my aching ass.

"I'm cumming!" I yell, as I shoot load after load of cum all over my chest and stomach. He continues pounding my ass for another few minutes.

"I'm gonna cum!" He moans. I feel his cock grow thicker and longer in my ass. Just as he is about to explode, he quickly stands, pulls out and shots his cum all over me, the first shot flying over my shoulder and landing on the bed. He shots about ten times, his cum mixing with my own on my chest and abdomen. He recovers from his orgasm and leans over me and licks me clean. He holds the last drops of our cum in his mouth and leans over and kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and sharing it with me.

"Let's go take a shower, and when we get back I want you to fuck me." He says to me.

"After that, I don't know if I'll be able to, but I'm in." I tell him. We put on our robes; grab towels and shampoo and head down the hall to the showers. The shower room is completely deserted at this hour. We take turns washing each other, taking our time on the others cock and balls, working each other up and getting ready for round two. After about twenty minutes I can't stand it any longer and tell him, "If you keep this up, I'm going to cum in your hand, and then there will be no way I'll be able to fuck you."

"Ok, let's rinse off and head back to our room." He says smiling at me. We rinse as fast as we can and head back to our room. We throw our stuff onto the floor and jump into bed. I get the bottle of lube out of the bedside table and hand it to him. He squeezes the bottle into his hand and rubs the stuff onto my cock and into his ass. He climbs on top of me and sits on my ready cock. I feel my dick slide into him, the tight muscle ring stretching over me as I enter him. He doesn't stop until I'm buried deep in his ass. I watch his face and there is no sign of pain this time. He sits down on my hips and leans over and kisses me. He rides me for a while and then I reach down and grab one leg at a time; pulling it out from under him and placing his foot flat on the bed at my side. He leans back and places his hands on the bed next to my legs and then rides my cock by lifting his ass up into the air and settling down on to it.

I sit up and support his back as he continues to fuck himself on my cock. He reaches up with both arms and pulls me closer to him. I spread my legs to a split and lay him down on the foot of the bed, and lower myself on top of him. He wraps his muscular legs around me as I drive my cock into his ass. He is moaning wildly now, and with every thrust I make into him his cock leaks large amounts of pre-cum. "Fuck, I want you to make me cum." He moans.

I force my cock as deep as it will go, I can hear my hips slapping off his ass every time I drive my cock home. I can feel the familiar feeling growing in the bit of my stomach and know I can't last much longer. I reach down and grab his cock and stroke it to the rhythm of me fucking his ass. I can feel his dick growing in my hand and he gasps, and then holds his breath. I feel every muscle in his body tense up as the orgasm builds in him. His ass clamps down on my cock as I begin to shoot my load, and feel the spurting of his cock in my hand. We both shoot, shot after shot of cum, mine filling his inside to the brink, his covering his chest and abs with a shiny white glean.

I'm finally able to move after the orgasm and slowly pull my cock from his ass, and then lick him clean as he had me earlier. Spent from the long sex fest we manage to get into bed the right way, and we both quickly fall asleep.