Finding Me
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Jeremy Michaels
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Chapter 4
Eric
“You said earlier today at lunch that there was something familiar about me but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Well the truth is Kathy I’m TJ,” I tell her and wait for the shock of my revelation to sink in.
“Yeah okay and I’m the Queen of England,” she replies laughing.
She’s watching me and when I keep my facial expression serious, she stops laughing.
“Oh my gosh you’re serious aren’t you?” I nod as she shakes her head. “No way Eric are you TJ. I would know my best friend anywhere and you’re not him.”
“I had a feeling that you wouldn’t believe me Kathy.”
“Then prove it, prove to me that you’re TJ.”
“Okay. Remember how I liked to go to Muddy Creek whenever I wanted to be alone? Do you remember how excited I was when I told you that Matt came out to me there and that we got it on together? I could go on about your cousins but I’d rather not unless you want me to,” I ask but she shakes her head with tears rolling down her face.
“Oh my goodness TJ, it is really you,” she says and lunges forward and envelopes me in her arms, sobbing hysterically.
It takes her awhile before she’s back to herself and grilling me again. I once thought that Kathy would have made a great interrogation agent for the C.I.A. because of her ability to question.
“But why just me and not Matt and especially your brother Dennis?”
“In a word Kathy, trust. I can’t trust them like I do you. You have known my deepest thoughts and secrets ever since we met. Not once did you ever betray my trust.”
“I can understand you not wanting to tell Matt because he’s a bit of a gossiper, especially if it keeps him in with the popular kids. Dennis is your brother and I would think that you would want to reunite with him and Paul.”
“Yes I did at first but I no longer know who he is as a person. Paul on the other hand I know even less about. I’ve often wondered over the years if we were actually brothers because when you look at us, we’re completely different. I’m blonde hair, weird eyes, Dennis is auburn hair and green eyes. Now Paul, he’s even more different with his black hair and grey eyes with a slight slant to them. I’m really wondering if we are brothers.”
“All I know about Dennis is that he’s openly gay and has no problem letting others know that. He’s got a large circle of friends that seems to be comfortable with his sexuality. I also know that he’s extremely smart and he’s made the honor roll every Marcing period.”
“His so called circle of friends is more likely guys that he’s having sex with,”
I tell her.
“Aren’t you being rather judgmental about your brother?”
“Maybe, but I don’t think so.”
For the next hour I explain in detail all that I had gone through, from the moment that I woke up from my coma to becoming a partner with Andre. She listens intensely with her heart as well as her ears and when I finish we are both in tears.
“I would have been so angry and vindictive had it happened to me. As it was, I took great pleasure during Bill and Bob’s trial when I gave testimony against them. To this day their parents still won’t talk to me or my parents because I wouldn’t lie to protect them. I really mourned you Eric … I mean TJ.”
“No, it has to stay Eric for a while because I have planned a speech for my classmates that I will deliver to them when I’m ready.”
“I heard from a friend of mine who’s father is a guard at the prison where my cousins are imprisoned that they were gang raped.”
“Now that I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall watching that happen to them. I can just imagine how they must have screamed like girls as some big ole sweaty inmate name Bubba took Bill and Bob’s ass.” Kathy and I laugh hysterically.
“So you and our physical therapist guy are really a couple?” She asks and I nod smiling.
“He was very patient with me when I came out of my coma and I had nothing but hatred and anger in my heart. He’d been my sole link between sanity and suicide because I was in a really dark place for quite a while when I first came out of my coma. Had it not been for Andre, I wouldn’t be here telling you my story.” I take a breath and consider whether or not I should tell more, but then she’s always been my confidant.
“There’s something more about him Isn’t there.“
“You always had a sixth sense when it came to reading me Katie bug,” I tell her and she tears up.
“I’ve missed you calling me that, TJ. I know that you want me to use Eric but please, until I can wrap my head around the fact it’s really you let me call you TJ.”
“Sure, but only when it’s just the two of us. Now back to Andre. He’s changed since I, we, made the transition from Zurich to Hamilton. He’s like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde with me. One minute he’s the perfect loving boyfriend, showering me with such love and attention that my heart can barely contain it. Then something that I might say or do brings out the other Andre that’s angry, mean and at times cruel with me. I’ve been down that road before Kathy and I’ll be damned if I’ll traverse it again. I just don’t know what to do or how to help him.”
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“I’ve tried but when I do he gets defensive and angry. If it continues much longer then I’m leaving him. I lived for years under the tyranny of my dad and I refuse to let my future husband be another tyrant with me.”
“About this future husband thing, are you sure that you said yes for the right reasons?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well are you really in love with him or are you saying yes out of gratitude?” Kathy has me thinking about my relationship with Andre and I’m not sure.
We talk more about things that I should know concerning my brother and Matt as well as my classmates. “So now that you know the truth my little Katie bug, can you still pretend I’m Eric?”
“Yes Eric I can and I will. But what I want to know Eric, is why you chose me, why did you choose me to tell the truth to? I know you said that you trusted me but I can’t help to think there’s something more.”
“It’s because of that first day of school back in ninth grade when your cousins started in on me. You came right up to me and introduced yourself and from that time until … well you know until when, you were always there for me. You always had my back even before I knew that I needed it protected. So that’s why I have loved you so much my dearest friend. You saw me, the real me when I was petrified of the world around me and yet you still loved and accepted me.”
“You know TJ, you really have a knack for making a girl cry,” she says wiping her tears away. “So what now?”
“Now Katie Bug, we begin your makeover,” I tell her, holding up my American Express platinum charge card. “Let’s go shopping Katie bug.”
She’s all excited as I start my car and move around to park closer to the mall entrance.
“I still can’t get over the physical change in you. My goodness Eric you’re so effing hot.”
“Thanks, and you still don’t swear.” Kathy shakes her head.
Our first stop is the hair salon where I made an appointment for her hair and nails earlier that day. I sit patiently watching as Marsha, my favorite stylist, works her magic on Kathy’s hair. I get a call from Andre while I’m waiting and I update him about Kathy. He also updates me on my final surprise for Kathy. She gets a wash and dry, highlights, all before Marsha gives her the current style. Her nails are done after and I can tell that this was a first for her. Marsha walks Kathy over to a mirror for the final reveal and Kathy squeals with delight.
“I don’t even recognize myself Eric. I’m actually …beautiful.
“You were always beautiful Kathy. All that Marsha did was accessorize that beauty. Besides, your true beauty has always been a light that shines from within.”
Once we finish at the salon we hit about every high end store in the mall. She’s apprehensive at first until I convince her that it is all part of my plan. By the time we hit the restaurant for a late dinner, we’ve spent over two thousand dollars for clothes, shoes and accessories. But it will be my final surprise for Kathy that’ll push her over the top.
“I’ll be right back Kathy, I need to use the restroom.”
I ask my waiter exactly where the restrooms are and he says to follow him. He’s a handsome young man of about nineteen or so and exceptionally handsome and well built. He’s got wavy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes with thick luscious lashes. I can’t help noticing his ass as I follow him because it’s firm, round and just made for fucking as Andre would say. He’s tall and more than moderately muscular, built more like a quarterback than a swimmer.
“There you go young man,” he says pointing to the men’s room and letting his eyes run down my body. “Can I be of further service …”
“Is he hitting on me,” I ask myself and decide to tease him a bit to see. “I’d say yes but this is rather public don’t you think?” Damn I’m feeling rather daring. “That also depends on the service being offered Marcus,” I say without really giving away my intentions.
“I really don’t have time to play this cat and mouse game,” He states and I realize that this is my first time openly flirting with a guy and I like it.
“I’m going in and if you’re serious about serving me then you’ll know where I’ll be,” I turn and give him a quick wink before entering the men’s room.
“What the fuck were you thinking, flirting with your waiter while meeting Andre in less than thirty minutes?”
I’m standing against the wall chastising myself when the door opens and in walks Marcus. He gives me a very seductive smile before turning and locking the door. He boldly walks over to me, wraps his arms around me and with passion flaming eyes he kisses me. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as his tongue invades my mouth… his hands dropping down to my jeans and unfastening them. Our eyes meet, I’m to speechless to speak as he quickly kneels down and pulls my jeans and underwear down as he descends. Looking up at me, I nod and he devours my cock in a single gulp.
“Oh fuck your mouth is so hot,” I say as I grip his head begin to fuck his mouth.
He’s quite talented with his mouth and sucks me hard and fast as he thrusts his finger into my ass. He’s not a novice but he knows how to quickly get me to my edge. He adds a second, a third finger into me and I’m fucking his fingers like a thick cock.
“I’m close Marcus,” I warn and he quickly stands.
His pants are down around his ankles when he turns me around and leans me over the sink. I’m beyond thinking, I’m delirious with my need to come and be fucked. He thrusts his cock deep into my ass, grabs my hips firmly and begins to urgently thrust his cock in and out of me. I’ve never been taken so thoroughly and in a public place that I was actually turned on by the experience.
“I’ve fucked a few guys but your ass is the hottest by far.”
He certainly knows what he’s doing because he has me dancing on the brink of coming before he’s even close to coming. My ass is thrusting back each time that he buries his thick cock into me. When his hand slides beneath my shirt and he begins twisting and pinching my nipple to plumpness it pushes me over the edge. I shoot my sperm on the floor as he quickens his thrusts.
“I’m coming,” I yell and then I remember where I am as I push back against him to get as much of his cock in me as I can.
“Fucking ride my stick my sated cock slut, I’m coming,” he roars and heatedly slams his rod into me repeatedly.
It’s at that moment and hearing Marcus call me such a degrading name that I realize that I’m no better than my brother Dennis. He continues to pound my ass as he empties his balls into me.
“Fuck that’s the best tip I have ever gotten handsome,” he says as he pulls up his pants, adjusts his uniform and then kisses me. “Thanks,” he says and exits the bathroom leaving me standing there with my jeans around my ankles.
“Damn, did I just do,” I ask myself and reach down for my jeans.
“You were gone awhile,” Kathy states when I return to the table.
“When nature calls you listen,” I reply as Marcus returns to the table and gives me the check with a wink. “Marcus would you mind helping us to our car with these packages? I’ll make it worth your time,” I tell him.
“Not a problem stud,” he says and Kathy is quick to pick up on the endearment.
We pay our waiter and the three of us grab our purchases and head out to the car.
“Why’d he call you stud,” she whispers to me as we walk.
“Don’t ask and before you ask further, yes it had to do with the restroom visit.” I can see in her eyes a lecture brewing but I cut her off quickly. “I don’t need a sermon Katie bug because I’m beating myself up inside already. And please don’t ever bring this up around Andre,” I plead.
“When did you ever have to ask me not say something about anything? My lips are sealed sweetie.”
Outside we walk to where Andre has parked the car and I give our waiter a hundred dollars as a tip. He gasps in shock, thanking me profusely before leaving. I grab the keys and press the unlock button causing the lights to come on as well.
“Wait a minute, that’s not the car that we came in,” she says looking from the car, to me and then back to the car. “Your car is a flashy metallic silver and this one is red, she points out.
“Right you are Katie bug, my car is over there,” I say pointing to my car four spaces down from this one with a very handsome young man leaning cross legged against it..
She just looks at me perplexed and I can’t take it any longer.
“Katie bug, this is your car, it’s a combination belated birthday and Christmas gifts for the past two years. It’s also a thank you for seeing me when others refused to.”
She’s crying as she throws her arms around me and I hold her close until she regains her composure.
“Thank you TJ and yes I will call you this just this one last time because you always gave me your best when others didn’t. You’ve done so much for me already …but a car., why?”
“Because I love you is why. Now just accept and enjoy it.”
We load her purchases into her new car and I hand her the keys.
“Okay, now the specifics. You’re car is identical to mine, but red because that’s your favorite color. All maintenance is covered for as long as you own it and all the necessary paperwork is inside the glove box. The car is completely insured by the same insurance company that I use. That’s also paid for you too. If you notice our plates are really cutesy, mine says HIS and yours says HERS. The best part of it, it has every option available.”
She’s jumping up and down with excitement and again she hug’s me tightly, thanking me for the one hundredth time.
“Now sweetie, I have a very handsome man waiting for me just over there,” I tell her and point to Andre.
I give him a come hither nod and he saunters over to me and throws his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. He gives me a quick sniff and I can feel his arms tense up before he whispers in my ear, “we need to have a discussion later,” he states and not asks.
“Did we surprise you, Kathy?”
“Surprise me, you fucking shocked is more like it.” Kathy quickly covers her mouth as she realizes that she just swore.
“Now I know that we shocked her Andre, because that girl never ever says a cuss word,” I say to Andre as we all laugh.
“Just look at you Eric, handsome as sin and dating the hottest teacher at Hamilton High. At least we have one thing in common, we’re both attracted to guys that turn out to be gay.” Kathy and I laugh again. “Well I had better get home before mom does and she sends out a search party for me. I truly appreciate everything that you’ve done for me Eric and you also Andre.” Kathy tells us and gives us both a and kiss.
“Like I said earlier it’s my belated birthday and Christmas gifts Kathy.”
*******
“So tell me Eric, who’s scent do I smell on you?” Andre asks as soon as Kathy is out of sight.
“It’s probably Kathy’s because she hugged me quite often.”
“And when did she start wearing Gucci’s, the Voice of the Snake?” He further asks me with his hands now on his hips.
“Alright, our waiter followed me into the restroom and … yes he fucked me. You’re the one that insisted that we have an open relationship.” It’s my turn to give him that accusing glare and he doesn’t like it.
As I begin to walk towards my car, Andre grabs my arm and pulls me aggressively back towards him.
“You will not use our open relationship as an excuse to fuck every handsome cock that catches your eyes. Are we clear on this?”Andre yells at me.
“Yeah I got it but remember that the rules go both ways,” I state adamantly and his hand crosses my face so hard that it knocks me to the ground.
“Hey dick wad you wanna try that on someone more your size,” I hear from behind me.
“Mind your own business before I give you more of the same.”
I turn around and my breath catches as my eyes take in my savior. Never in a million years would I expect to see Marc standing there. I quickly get to my feet and turn to face him.
“I’m fine really,” I tell him. “It’s my own fault for being disrespectful. Thank you though but we’re good,” saying and taking Andre by the arm.
Marc’s eyes move cautiously between me and Andre before he nods and walks away.
“Another one of your fuck buddies?”
“I wish,” I think to myself but say, “Marc, hardly because he’s Hamilton’s resident bad boy. Now can we please go home?”
Once in the car I ask, “before I forget, did you get everything done before her mother gets home, Andre?”
“Oh yeah, the SUV is parked in the driveway and her daughter has the keys to it in the glove compartment of her car. I ran to the bank today and had her mortgage paid off. So sometime soon, if not already, her mother should be finding her SUV with a big red bow atop it. There’s the special thank you letter that you wrote her on the dashboard which she can’t read until Kathy gets home with the keys to it. I also wrote a check for five hundred thousand dollars made out to Kathy’s mother as we agreed on.”
“What! I never asked you for that much Andre.”
“I know you didn’t but when I saw the condition of the house I knew that extra money is either tight or nonexistent. Also, some time tomorrow a very good friend of mine from my college days will be calling her to set up a time to review what needs to be done on the house, inside and out.”
“No wonder I fell in love with you Andre, you are always looking out for those who can’t take care of themselves. She deserves to be happy after the life she’s had. So who’s this old college buddy of yours? Have I met him,” I ask.
“What is it with you and your questions? You’re always acting like you don’t trust me.” I’m quiet because to argue with him further will get me no where but more aggravation and anger.
“Well let’s go home, tomorrow is another day and I have homework to do.”
“And what if I want sex?” he asks.
“You have a hand don’t you?” I tell him, thinking that two can play that game. “Like I said, I have homework to do and you have a very capable hand.”
“And I said that I want sex mister, so do I need to say more?” Andre says adamantly and he lifts up his hand.
I know that I either give him what he wants or I’ll get something worse that I don’t want and sex.
“Whatever pleases you, your grace,” I say sarcastically and again his hand meets my face.
“Watch your fucking attitude buster,” he yells and gives me another slap for good measure.
Marc
“No fucking way, Eric is gay and going out with Mr. Müller.”
I so wanted to beat the shit out of Mr. Müller when I saw him slapping Eric.
“Is he hooking up with a teacher? No fucking way unless he is coerced into it. Everyone at school knows that Eric is his brother and that’s incest.”
Eric
It’s early in the morning and Andre is sucking me to appease me for his actions from the night before. I’m very close to coming when my phone rings. I am tempted to ignore it because he has me very close to coming.
You had better get it because no one calls either of us at,” he pauses to glance at the clock, “six thirty in the morning.”
I answer my phone and I’m verbally accosted by Kathy’s mother.
“Young man, I want to know where all this money came from that paid for these extravagant gifts,” she says demandingly.
“And good morning to you too mom,” I say in my most endearing voice.
“Don’t you mom me, TJ, I…” she stops mid sentence when she realizes what she just called me.
I should have known that if anyone found me out it would be mom.
“Yes mom it’s me, TJ and I’m not some figment of your imagination.”
“Oh sweetie it’s so good to hear your … wait a minute here, answer my question about all this money.”
I spend the next half hour telling her basically the same story that I had told Kathy the day before. I explain about the institute and my plan for school, which she instantly agrees with.
“TJ why, that’s quite a bit overwhelming when it comes to gifts.”
“I wanted to say thank you for being a mom to me and understanding me as a person. Only you and Kathy ever accepted me for me,” I explain and by now we’re both in tears. “I realize that you might think that it’s a extravagant but honestly, you can’t put a price tag on love and that is what you always gave me, love unconditionally.”
“That’s because you were easy to love, TJ. My only regret is that you aren’t straight so that you and Kathy could get married someday,” she says and I an hear Kathy in the background yelling mom.
‘Before I forget mom and so you don’t have a coronary, a David Connors will be calling you later today to set up an appointment to go over doing repairs on your house. Now I don’t want any arguments about it. Just accept my gift with the spirit of love in which it’s given. I love you mom and tell Kathy to wait for me in the school parking lot,” I say and hang up before she can argue with me.
I turn towards to where Andre was once laying and he’s gone. “Well there goes that blow job,” I say and head to our master bath for my shower. When I open the bathroom door I find Andre already in the shower.
“Can I join you sweetheart?” I ask.
“Since when did you ever have to ask to join me,” he says offering me his hand, helps me into the shower and pushes me against the wall. “If I remember right I was doing this when we were interrupted,” he says dropping to his knees and taking my cock into his mouth.
“Oh fuck yeah I remember and I love how you suck my cock.”
*******
I’m standing in the shadows outside my school waiting for my defender to arrive. I’m about to go in when I hear the roar of Marc’s convertible mustang pulling into the student parking lot. His gang flock to his car as if they can’t think or just ‘be’ without their fearless leader. Marc steps out of his car and my eyes move instantly to him. He gives his unruly hair a couple of shakes before running his long fingers through it. He hefts his backpack over his right shoulder and begins to lead his gang towards the school. Damn that guy is handsome and so sure of himself as he saunters along with his eyes taking in everything and everyone around him.
“Out of my way nerd,” he snaps as he gives another kid a shove.
“Why would you be so quick to protect me and yet bully a classmate?”
I pick up my backpack and shoulder it before heading into the building.
Mid November …
The school year is progressing nicely, midterm exams are over and Marc and I have somehow managed to avoid each other. I now have more time for the classes for those students that were considered substantially unacceptable to the more popular ones. Andre is able to get me a great studio downtown that is the perfect size to accommodate the amount of students that have signed up for this special class. I’m already seeing quite a bit of change in them, especially in Gary, he’s very sure of himself and when he’s been confronted by Marc and his gang he stands his ground and he even took a bully down to the floor using a move similar to one that I had used on Marc. My sensei that taught me self defense is teaching my classmates and I’m so thankful.
The holidays are quickly approaching and I’m excited for my first Christmas back home with friends and Andre. He has been better with me the last several weeks and I even managed to get him to take with me about his behavior.
Marc
“Marc get your worthless ass in here,” my father yells out from the living room and I obediently move, quickly.
“Yes sir.”
“What’s the meaning of this grade?” He asks shoving a letter at me. “A fucking B- in English boy? You’re never going to amount to shit with shit ass grades like this. I never brought home a grade below an A+ when I was your age.”
“I’m trying my best sir, but…”
“Well your best isn’t good enough is it?” He screams inches from me.
“It never is for you,” I grumble but not quite low enough because my father hears me.
“Why you ungrateful piece of shit,” he says and gives me his customary backhand across my face, cutting my face with his ring and sending me to the floor.
“Marshall please, he’s doing his best for you, why can’t you just appreciate that?” my mother says entering the room and helping me to my feet.
Sadly, she also gets a backhand across the face.
“You’re making him a fucking sissy. Now get your fucking ass in the kitchen and fetch me a beer.”
“I’m watching my father and how he treats my mother as I wipe away the tears and blood running down my face before I go to my bedroom. I pull out my cellphone charger, some clothes and stuff them into my gym bag before I grab my car keys and slip out my bedroom window.
“I’m fucking done with you and your fucking abuse old man,” I say as I slide into my car.
I pull out of the driveway and look into my rear view mirror In time to see my old man waving his fist in the air and screaming at me from the front door. I don’t really know where to go so I drive aimlessly around until I’m at the local Circle K store.
“Holy shit, is that Eric,” I ask myself looking at his really fine ass entering the store.
I swing into the parking lot and park beside his car. I would know his expensive BMW anywhere with the HIS license plate. I get out of my car and walk around to the passenger side door of my car and I wait for Mr. Hotness to come out. Just my good luck, he’s not paying attention to where he’s going. His nose is in some magazine as he walks blindly into me.
“Hey stud,” I say and he jumps back and drops his magazine.
“What the fuck Marc, you damn near gave me a heart attack,” he scolds as he stoops to pick up the magazine and pauses a bit to long staring at my crotch.
“To bad I didn’t because I would have loved to give you mouth to mouth. So how come you’re out and about all by yourself? Where’s your shadow?”
“What business is it of yours,” he cautiously asks, now on the defense.
“None really,” I say and realize that I’m acting like my arrogant bully self and decide to change my attitude. “Hey man I’m sorry,” I say as I offer him my hand and he looks at it dubiously.
“Not a problem bro,” he says finally shaking hands and as he starts to open his door he stops. “Are you alright Marc,” he asks and I can sense real concern in his voice.
“Yeah why?”
“Do you want to tell me then how this happened,” he asks raising his hand to my cheek where my dad’s ring had cut me when he backhanded me.
His hand is soft and gentle as he lets it linger a bit to long to be manly.
“I cut myself shaving?” I lie, saying it more like a question then a statement.
“Really Marc, I know abuse when I see it, don’t you remember,” he tells me, reminding me of that night outside of the Hamilton Mall.
I’m at a crossroad here and I can take one of two paths. One, it’s the path that I have used most of my life to cover up cuts and bruises inflicted on me by my father, where I would lie and say that I had got into a fight. This path has lead me to a life where I’m no better then he is, being a bully and brute to anyone weaker then I am. The second path is to trust Eric who’s everything that I wish I could be so I decide to swallow my pride and ‘fess up.
“My father gave me one of his infamous backhand hits to the face and cut me with his ring,” I tell him and it’s as if a dam broke, releasing years of pent up emotions.
I start to cry like a two year old and I can’t control the flood of emotions that crash into my senses. Eric pulls me into a manly embrace and rubs my back until I gain control and saturate his shirt.
“Now doesn’t that feel better,” he says and I’m still in his arms and to emotional to answer so I nod my head. “Why are you here? Were you coming to get something?”
“Sort of, I saw your really hot ass and pulled in … but that’s all I was doing Eric, I promise. I wasn’t going to cause you any trouble.”
“Did you just come out to me, Marc?”
“Yeah, I guess I did huh, just like you did that night at the mall.”
“I kind of figured that I outed myself that night but only after you left.”
“I want to ask you something and you don’t have to answer me. Are you having sex with your brother, Mr. Müller? I saw how you kind of clung to him, even after he slapped you.”
“Marc, Andre and I are not brothers. We are posing as brothers to keep me out of the foster care system.” He tells me and I sense that there’s more to his and Andre’s story that he’s not saying.
I follow the line of his eyes and notice that Eric is looking in the window of my car. My gym bag is not only sitting in plain sight but it’s wide open and exposing my clothes. He looks at me and then back to the window again.
“Do you want to explain that to me,” he asks pointing to my gym bag.
“Okay, I’m running away because I can’t take anymore of his bullying and abuse,” I tell him and I realize how much like my father I’ve become. “I’m no better than he is Eric?”
“I’m no psychologist Marc but kids grow up modeling the roll model that they have at home. I would dare to say that your behavior in school is very much like your father’s behavior at home. Am I close Marc?”
I can only nod because if I were to open my mouth I’m afraid that I would cry again.
“I would also venture to say that you use bullying to cover up your home life.” He’s so astute when it comes to me.
He glances at his watch and then asks me, “where are you staying tonight?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead Eric.”
“I’m sure Andre won’t mind having a guest until we can sort this all out.”
“You’re fucking kidding me Eric, he’ll jump my ass once I’m asleep and fuck me into the mattress.”
“No he won’t because he knows how lightly I sleep. Besides, you can lock your door and that alone will stop him.”
“Wait a fucking minute here, you’re lecturing me about abuse earlier when you are in the same boat as I am.” I say , shocked to my core that this straight appearing dude is gay and being abused too.
“Yeah, I’m no better than you are Marc, but I have my reasons why I just take it and can’t leave him.”
“No fucking way man, Mr. Müller, our school’s Mr. Müller is not only gay but he’s your abuser?” I dumbfounded and can’t wrap my mind around it. “Okay Eric, I’ll go home with you just to see if you’re lying to me or what. But I would really rethink that relationship.”
“Why would you even say that Marc.”
“Well you might not think so but I know for a fact what he tried to do with me in your pool this past summer. He was naked and his fucking dick was rock hard and he had my shorts and underwear pulled down. He was trying to get his cock into my ass to fuck me. You saw us from your window and you had to have heard me accuse him of trying to fuck me,” he says giving me a worrisome look.
“I heard and saw everything Marc. Right now I’m not sure where our relationship is going. But I don’t want you sleeping on the streets so please come home with me.”
He nods and he follows me home. I decide that it’s better to give Andre a heads up about Marc instead of just springing him on Andre so I call him.
Eric
I can’t believe the sudden change of attitude that Marc has. Just today I saw him bullying this ninth grade kid on his way into school. If he resorts back to his old ways it could be detrimental for Andre and me. I hit the automatic garage door opener and I see Andre’s masculine physique standing cross legged with his arms crossed over his chest leaning against his SUV. I can see the concern on his face as I pull into my spot and motion to Marc to park beside me.
“How much does he know about us,” he asks quietly leaning down to my window.
“Enough to hurt us,” I confess and the guilt that I’m feeling is showing in my eyes.
“Well there’s no need to cry over spilt milk,” he grumbles and walks over to a scared Marc.
“Hello Marc,” he says offering him his hand.
“Hey Mr. Müller,”
“Andre please, I think that we are way past the use of formality, right?”
“Yes sir, I mean Andre.”
“Well let’s go inside and have a talk.”
“He isn’t going to try and fuck me is he?” Marc whispers but Andre must have heard him because he whirls around and pins Marc against the wall.
“What did you just say to him?”
“Nothing Andre,” Marc humbly says.
“That’s what I thought,” he says and releases Marc.
Andre leads the way into the house and stops before he opens the door. “I forgot to tell you that my buddy Dave is here. We were going over the final plans on Heathers place.” I nod my understanding and follow him, along with a fearful Marc into the house.
Marc
I cannot believe the anger that was in Andre’s eyes when he pinned me against the wall. Boyfriend or not I’ll stick around to protect Eric even if I have to kill the guy. No one is going to do to my angel what my old man has been doing to me. He deserves better and I intend to see that he gets it because there’s something about Eric that I’m attracted to. Just following him into the house I can’t take my eyes off his perfect ass. I look over at Andre and he’s naked from the waist up acting sexy in those skimpy linen shorts hanging low off his hips with his cock swinging freely left and right just begging for attention.
“Are you alright Marc, Eric asks bringing my eyes from Andre’s ass to his gorgeous blue eyes. If I stay here to long, I’m going to end up coming in my pants.
“Huh … yeah fine why, “I stammer like a kid that just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Because you have one hell of a hard on and a massive wet spot,” he says pointing to my crotch.
“Oh fuck, I can’t go in there looking like this,” I tell him.
“No problem bro I’ve got your back,” Eric says walking in front of me. “We’ll be right back Andre, Marc’s got to use the bathroom.”
He leads me through the kitchen and up what I assume to be a servant’s staircase to the second floor and down a long hallway to a beautiful masculine bedroom.
“Is this your room, Eric?”
“It’s our room, Andre and I share this room and bed,” he says walking over to a walk-in closet that’s bigger than my bedroom. “I think these will fit you Marc,” he says coming out of the closet and handing me a pair of linen pants that are similar to the shorts that Andre is wearing.
“You want me to wear these, my fucking business will be obvious in these.”
“Then stay in your current jeans and let everyone see how turned on you are.”
“Fine,” I say and unbuckle my jeans and shove them down to my ankles and It’s then that I remember that I was going commando. “You’re really enjoying this aren’t you Eric.”
“Oh you have no idea how much I’m enjoying this,” he says looking at my cock lying flaccid over my balls.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I challenge and after a moment of hesitation he undoes his jeans and pushes them down to his ankles as well.
He’s going commando as well and his cock is far from flaccid, it’s hardening up rapidly causing mine to do the same. As my hand reaches out to touch his cock, he pulls back.
“I have company downstairs and my man is waiting on us. Besides, I was just teasing you, here put these on,” he tells me tossing me a pair of his jeans.
I slide them on and they fit me like a second skin, hugging my lower body in all the right places and showing off my cock nicely.
“Damn you look fucking hot in those Marc, edible hot.”
I walk over to a full length mirror and check myself out and I have to agree with Eric, I look fuckable in these jeans,” I say, turning to study my ass.
“Where did you get these jeans because I want a pair.”
“Zurich, Switzerland and they cost me the equivalent of $255 in US money.”
“If figures,” I grumble as Eric walks over to me. “Keep them, I have several pairs handsome and then he blows my mind by kissing me.”
It wasn’t a ‘I want you to fuck you’ kiss but it was hot.
“What was that for,” I ask.
“Believe it or not I’ve wanted to do that for some time.”
“If there’s anything else that you want to do, by all means do it, unless you’re going to hit me.”
“No Marc I think we’re finally past that aren’t we?”
“Yes we are, so we better get going before we get into trouble.”
Just before Eric and I leave the room he stops me and gives me one more kiss. “If I were single I would take you to bed in a heartbeat Marc.” Eric says and I notice Andre standing just outside the door listening with a grin on his face.
He gives me a look, puts a finger to his lips and quietly moves away.
Eric
We go downstairs and find Andre and David in conversation about Kathy’s house. David has been locked up for weeks trying to get permits and then get various city housing codes straightened out so he can finally begin work on it.
“What’s going on in here,” I ask because Andre and David are a little to friendly for my liking, almost cuddling together as they talk.
Andre’s hand is resting on David’s upper thigh and he’s gently squeezing it while they talk about the plans. He looks up and smiles but he doesn’t remove his hand when we enter the room.
“We’ve been discussing Heather’s house and how frustrating it is dealing with various city codes and permits.” David tells me. “What’s even more frustrating is that it’ll cost more to remodel it and bring it up to code then it’s worth. If it was my house I would tear it down and start all over.” David says placing his hand over Andre’s and leaving it there.
“What do you think.Eric, should we recommend that they look to buy another house or actually remodel this one?” Andre asks me.
“What I’m thinking is that you take your hand off of David’s leg,” I say boldly causing Andre to stand up and as has walks from the room, he grabs my arm roughly, taking me with him to the kitchen.
“If you ever embarrass me again like that in front of a friend you’ll regret it,” he says inches from my face. “Do you understand me?”
“Oh I’m beginning to understand you quite clearly mister. With you it’s don’t do as I do but do as I say. Well you can forget about it because I’ve been bullied, threatened and beaten down most of my life and I’m not about to go through it again with you Andre. What the fuck did I ever do to make you change like this, either tell me or suck it up and get the fuck over it. I don’t know what I did that made you start treating me like shit but if you don’t change and for the better then I’m out of here. Now do you understand me, “ I ask.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t know what came over me,” he says pulling me into his arms and kissing me.
“We’re not going into this right now with them in the other room, but we are very soon and you’re going to give me the answers to my questions.” I tell him and walk back to the living room.
I’m about to apologize for my rudeness when my cellphone rings.
“Excuse me please,” I say as I step out of the room to answer my phone.
I look at the caller id and see that it’s Kathy. She’s frantic and crying as she tells me about her house catching fire.
“Are you and mom alright?”
“We are but the house is gone. You should have seen it TJ, it went up like kindling wood. The only thing that we saved were the cars and that’s because they were parked on the street.”
“Kathy listen to me please. They are only things and things can be replaced. It’s you and your mother that can’t. Now tell me where are you staying?”
“My grandmother are letting us stay in their apartment that she rents out because it’s between tenants.”
“Let me talk to Andre and I’ll get back to you. Give mom my love and tell her not to worry because everything will work out. I’ll see you tomorrow at school Kathy.”
“Good night TJ and thank you.”
I head back into the living room where Andre and David are still arguing about the best course of action for Heather’s house.
“I have the perfect answer to your dilemma David, burn the house down and start over.”
“That would be arson babe,” Andre says, evidently my talk sunk in.
“Not if it was accidental right?”
“Okay Eric what’s behind all this,” Andre asks.
“That was Kathy on the phone and she was hysterical because her mother’s house burnt to the ground this evening.”
“What!” Shouts Andre, David and Marc together.
I retell them everything that Kathy had told me before I settle down in the only spot open, right beside Marc. It was then that I take notice how close and familiar that Andre and David are again, sitting on the loveseat now instead of separate chairs. I even notice that David’s arm is stretched across the back of the loveseat and his hand is nonchalantly playing with Andre’s hair and Andre is leaning into David’s hand.
“Well two can play this game buster,” I think to myself and innocently stretch my arms up and letting my right arm come to rest behind Marc. I innocently begin to run my fingers along the nap of his neck and through his silky hair and instantly Marc stiffens briefly before relaxing back against my hand.
“Tomorrow I’ll meet with Heather and discuss with her the best options for her. The house is fully insured right,” David asks.
“Yes it is David. I think that Eric and I should be the ones to meet with her because she’ll be more comfortable with us.”
“That’s fine. You can give a call sweet … ah Andre once a decision is made.”
“Is it me or was David about to call Andre sweetheart or sweetie?” I’m asking myself. “I don’t know David very well but it seems that Andre does. I’m guessing there’s some history between them.”
“David, how do you and Andre know each other?” I ask and instantly Andre’s eyes dart to mine.
“Oh you’re old man and I were fuck buddies back in college,” he says before Andre can say another lie. “It’s getting late and I have nearly an hour drive home and then back again in the morning,” David says getting up and giving Andre a hug and I see his hand quickly give Andre’s crotch a squeeze. “
Why don’t you spend the night, David. I’m sure that Eric won’t mind, would you.” Andre says and not asks.
“That’s a great idea, David and it’ll save me a lot of time driving. To tell you the truth I wasn’t looking forward to that drive home.”
This entire scenario seems staged but I’m not about to go into it with Andre until I have him alone in our bedroom later.
“We have more then enough bedrooms to accommodate you and Marc.
“Eric can you help me with something in the kitchen please,” Andre asks and grabs me and pulls me from the room.
“Sure, we’ll be right back guys,” Andre says to David and Marc.
Marc
“So tell me Marc, are you fucking that hot ass Eric seems to flaunt in front of you?”
My anger has been simmering all evening ever since Andre pinned me in the garage and now David’s reMarc has made it boil.
“Listen dickhead, Eric and I are friends and there’s not now nor has there ever been anything but friendship between us. Now you and Andre, even a blind man can see that the two of you have something going on. I’m not blind and neither is Eric. I saw the casual foreplay with the hands going on between you two. So just in case you’re as stupid as you think we are I’ll spell it out for you. N. O. No we are not fucking.”
“You’re a cocky little shit aren’t you? Well you and Eric’s friendship may be platonic but Andre and I have always been friends with benefits if you catch my drift.”
I’m about to reply to the fucker when Andre and Eric rejoins us. The first thing that I notice is the handprint on his face and how quiet he is. Oh yeah Andre slapped him around I’m sure. His eyes meet mine and there’s a silent plea being said between us.
“That took you both awhile,” David says smiling and he also sees the reddening Marc.
“Family business,” Andre says.
“So where’s the guest room,” he asks.
“There isn’t one bud, you’re sleeping with me like we did back in college,” Andre informs him and their faces light up like a Christmas tree and I get the feeling that Eric was just played the fool.
“I guess you get stuck with me, huh.” I ask and I step up beside him I take a closer look at Andre’s handprint on his face and I look at him and he gives a slight shake of my head.
“No Marc I’m not stuck because I chose you. I had to because he was planning on giving me to David and keep you for himself,” he tells me.
“Is that how you got this,” I gently place the back of my hand to his bruised cheek and caress it.
“Yes.”
He’s got tears in his eyes and I hate seeing them there. I gently pull him into my arms and kiss him so heatedly that I can feel his cock harden against me. His hand drifts down to my crotch and grabs my hardened cock, jerking it through my jeans.
“Ah Eric, I may have come off all macho and sure of myself, but the truth is, I’m still a Virgin when it comes to this, you know, sex between guys..”
“Well hot damn guys I have the honor of breaking in a virgin tonight,” He takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs, when he get to the point to go to the left to what I assume to be a guest room or to the right for the master bedroom, Eric pulls me into the master bedroom.
“Hey I was going in there,” Andre yells.
“First come first get, “ he tells him and closes the door.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and I feel like a kid on his first date, which it is because this is my first real gay experience. I look over towards Eric when I hear the door close and the lock click.
“Oh fuck, this is really going to happen. I’m about to go to bed with a guy and not just any guy but I’m about to spend the night with Eric Müller. He’s hotness himself and the fantasy guy that I have jacked off too almost every morning and night since I saw him at the mall.”
“You!” Eric says seductively and I jump, his voice and tone is that sexy and commanding.
“Oh fuck … fuck me what have I gotten myself into and why is he looking at me like that, like he’s starving and I’m the main course for dinner?” I’m thinking. “Ah Eric what are you doing,” I ask, back peddling up the bed towards the headboard as he slowly stalks towards me.
“It’s just you and me now stud. You’re mine and you look absolutely edible.”
“Eric you’re scaring me angel … you really are.”
“Good because I can smell your fear and I find the scent of your fear so fucking arousing.”
“Oh shit he’s crawling up the bed, now what do I do? Well maybe he wants me to be aggressor also,” I’m thinking and I reach out and tackle him, covering his body with mine. “I may be a virgin when it comes to being gay, but I’m no novice when it comes to sex.” I declare and storm his mouth with mine thrusting my tongue into his mouth and kissing him with all the passion and lust that I have felt since that day that I first laid eyes on his naked body in his pool.”
He’s holding on to me and moaning as we kiss, and man it’s great to be me, I’m thinking.
“Marc, are you absolutely sure that you want this because I won’t deny that I find you hot and sexy. I’ll even admit that your bad boy persona turns me on like crazy. But one thing I can’t deny is that I’m committed to Andre currently. But tonight is for us, you and I, but come morning it’s back to Eric and Marc, friends not lovers. So again I’ll ask you, are you sure?”
“I’ve known that I was gay since I was twelve years old Eric. I also can’t possibly begin to understand why you continue to stay with him but that’s your business. Bullying I wrong , I know this now and I think that deep down I always knew it but because of my father and the way that he treated mom and I, I hid it. I used bullying others as an excuse to hide the fact that I was gay and that I, too was being bullied. I was wrong and how my dad treated me is not a valid excuse for my behavior. I’m just as bad as he is so earlier today I made a vow, no more hiding and no more bullying, I’m turning over a new leaf,”
“I’m proud of you Marc.”
“What about you Eric, that Marc on your face is definitely a hand print and I’m sure that it’s Andre’s, because you didn’t have it until after your discussion with Andre in the kitchen.”
“You’re right, he hit me but it was my fault because I disagreed with him and he didn’t like that. But he was sorry and promised not to do it again.”
“I’ve been there, heard those excuses more times then I can count. They always say that and are good until you piss them off again. It’s a never ending cycle until somebody breaks the cycle by leaving or dies.”
He starts crying and my heart melts while my anger surges. I’m ready to bust into the other bedroom that he’s sharing with his fuck buddy and kick the shit out of the two of them.
“I’ll take care of you my angel and if you ever decide to man up and leave him I’ll be there for you.
“I can’t leave him because he’s done so much for me that even if I were to live to be one hundred, I could never repay what he’s done for me.”
“Is your life and happiness worth the pain and humiliation he gives you?”
Have I caused those that I have bullied and kicked around to feel like there’s no way out for them. I’m just as bad as my dad and Andre, I’m thinking..
“Can we not talk about it anymore? I’d rather spend my time loving you Marc.”
I cling tightly to him, his scent is masculine, musky and I memorize it for all time, but then a lost memory resurfaces, taking me back two years ago…
*******
It was two years ago and I had stumbled upon TJ just after Bill and his brother Bob had bullied him unmercifully. He was crying under the bleachers in the gym when I came in to gather up the equipment we were using that day. Our eyes had met and I saw fear in them. That wasn’t what scared though, it was the sense of hopelessness that I saw in his eyes. I had a decision to make, finish what they started or change and offer the kid hope. Granted i wasn’t as bad of a bully as Bill and Bob, but I was bully just the same. I gave a quick look around the gym and noticed that we were alone. I extended my hand to him and waited, either he would trust me or cower further under the bleachers.
“I’m not going to hurt you TJ, I promise,” I said softly.
“I’m not stupid Marc, you’re going to finish kicking my ass. Thank you but no thank you.”
I got down on my hands and knees and crawled under the bleachers towards him. He kept moving backwards until his back came hard against the wall.
“I know that you have no reason to trust me TJ, but I’m really trying here to be what you need,” I told him and again I extended my hand to him.
He hesitated but took it only after looking into my eyes for what seemed to be forever. The instant our hands touched, I swear that I felt electricity run up my arm from where our skin was touching. He felt it too because his eyes darted to mine instantly. I pulled him against me and held him tight as he began crying again. My heart melted with him in my arms and his woodsy scent filled my senses and leaving me intoxicated. I’d never had a dude’s scent get to me like his was. I eased him back and used the hem of my shirt to wipe away his tears.
“Why are you being so sweet to me? I’ve seen you and your gang in action and you’re a bunch of bullies.”
“Well pumpkin, sometimes you just got to step back and say “what the fuck” and do something totally not you.”
“Well this is so totally not you, Marc. I like this side of you though,” he said and then totally freaked me out by his next move.
He wrapped his arms around my neck and took my mouth with his. His lips were soft and full as they pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him tighter to me as I deepened our kiss.
“What the fuck dude,” I sharply said. “I’m no fag,” I said and hurried away from him.
Just as quickly as that memory hit me, it was gone, leaving nothing behind but that woodsy scent of TJ Wilson.
“Eric, since we are being open and honest with each other I need to ask you something. I know that you have no reason to trust me or that I can change, but I’m asking for you to believe in me.”
He pulls back a bit and looks into my eyes keeping his hands on my waist and smiles warmly at me.”
“Marc, I’ll always believe in you, even when you can’t believe in yourself. Trust though must be earned and I’m willing to trust you until you betray that trust. Please don’t ever betray my trust because I can be an awesome friend Marc, but I can also be a formidable enemy. I remember a saying that my grandmother once said when I was very little Marc. If you fool me once then shame on you, but fool me twice then shame on me.”
“I need to ask you a question and I’d like you to be trusting and truthful with me Eric.”
“Okay what is it?”
“When I was holding you, your scent opened a long forgotten memory for me.
“When I was holding you, your scent brought back a memory from my ninth grade year. I found this bullied kid crying under the gym bleachers and for a short time he and I connected, soul to soul. He kissed me and it totally wigged me out “
“I don’t seem to be following you Marc, who’s this person that you’re talking about?” He asks and I look deep into his eyes and we are back there in the gym once again.
“It’s you … TJ. I wasn’t sure then about who I am but my precious angel I’m sure now. I’m willing to bet my life on the fact that you’re TJ, and that you felt that connection between us then. I’m guessing that you kept your identity secret because you’ve come back to make me and everyone else pay for how we treated you.”
He’s extremely quiet for so long that I am afraid that at any moment he’s going to extract his vengeance on me right there and now. Just when I am ready to get up his soft hands rise to my face and he cups it before he kisses me. Our kiss isn’t a kiss of sexual pleasure or desire, it’s a kiss of forgiveness and he pours his heart and soul into it.
“You and I have always had some kind of connection that went beyond the physical. It’s like there’s a spiritual bond between us, me,TJ and you, Marc, my forever bad boy. I did feel that snap of electricity between us and that’s why I took the chance and kissed you. Yes Marc, I wanted revenge when I first came out of the coma that my father put me in, but that was then and this is now. I learned many things while I was recovering in Zurich, Switzerland. Forgiveness was the hardest and yet the most freeing for me .”
I can no longer hold back my passion and love any more. I take him into my arms and kiss him as if my very existence depends upon him, which it does.
“I’ve loved you since you first came to this school but I was to afraid to tell you because it would mean that I would have to change when I saw no way for me to do so. So I took the only path I knew and that was to bully and torment you and others until I drove you away and made you hate me.” I stop because of the rawness of the moment or else I’ll cry.
He must have sensed my weakness because he holds me and no words are needed because our souls are speaking that universal language of love to each other. I lay him back and begin to love on his body, kissing and biting wherever I like until our mouths crush together in a heated kiss.
“I have a confession also stud, I have one…fucking…hot…attraction to bad boys and you’re the baddest bad boy ever. Now take your angel boy and show him how bad a boy you can be,” he says yanking me down by my hair to his mouth.
“Hold that thought doll,” I tell him as I get up and head to the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom I lean on the counter and let all of the emotions that are flooding my senses to run their course. I run the water and splash some on my face. After a long moment I look into the mirror thinking how I’m back in my game. The emotional roller coaster ride was something I rarely ever experience and my escape from it is hard. But I am back to me, bad ass Marc and ready to take what’s mine, Thaddeus James Wilson. I’m not back and I owe it all to my precious angel, TJ Wilson, my soul’s tormentor and yet it’s savior. He’ll always know what I need because it’s like we’re each a half of the same whole.
Eric
Marc steps back into the room, shutting the door, and then rounding on me like a tiger stalking its prey.
“What the fuck happened in the bathroom,” I’m asking myself.
Marc’s demeanor has changed from sensitive Marc, who was unsure and vulnerable into the bad boy Marc, self assured and confident.
He’s gone from emotional, somewhat shy and unsure of himself to a man knowing just what and who he wants and he wants me. I'm so surprised at his transition that I gasp and take a step back and fall back onto the bed. I'm looking up at him, wide-eyed and fearful and he's grinning that smirk of his that pisses off most people but causes my blood to run hot and southbound, straight to my cock. He takes a step closer and then another while staring at me in a feral and hungry way. He strides confidently towards me, capturing me into his grip and snatching me up from the bed and into his arms like a wild animal grabbing a cornered rabbit. He crushes his mouth onto mine, mashing our lips together, sucking the air from my lungs in a kiss that is designed to incapacitate me. He's moaning into my mouth like an abandoned baby needing its mother's milk to survive.
“Marc, what’s come over you,” I ask and my voice is shaking.
“You,” is all he says and before I know what's happening, he lowers me onto the bed and climbs between my legs without breaking our kiss.
His rock-hard cock is sinking deep into me, using soft soap from the bathroom for lube and thrusting deep into my ass in a single motion.
“Mmmmm my wicked hot bad boy is back and has his game on,” I whisper into his ear as his lust is setting me on fire.
I've never felt so taken, so possessed and yet so totally loved. So completely full, open and ready for him to breed me and make me his. As if he’s read my thoughts, his teeth sink into my neck, biting and sucking until I’m totally branded with his Marc. Andre is definitely going to have something to say about this, but right now I really don’t give a fuck. I’ve had enough of his abuse to last me two life times and my world seems to be Marc. Marc pounds into me like a fucking machine driven by a need to make me his. It’s at that moment that I realize that a silent war has been declared between Marc and Andre, with the winner getting the spoils of that war…me. His cock’s sole purpose for existence is to fuck me and leave me always hungering for more. He's close because his rhythm is faster then the speed of sound as he pounds me into the mattress.
“Give it to me bad boy because I’m going to come,” I yell and dig my fingernails into his back as my teeth bite into his shoulder branding him also while my balls erupt with such force that I’m coating my face and body, saturating me with so much spunk that I can’t believe it.
“Fuck I’m coming baby doll,” he crows and drIves his cock into me twice more before he holds still and fills my tortured ass with his hot sperm.
We're moaning into each other's mouths, shouting our pleasure and then moaning as we come down off of our sexual highway that we've both just rode together. His softening cock falls from me and he rolls me to my side. There’s nothing left to say so I press back against his strength with his strong arms holding me to him and we cuddle together just coasting down that sexual highway as we bask in our sweet afterglow. I look over my shoulder at the hot stud holding me, and he smiles that captivating smirk and I melt.
“I hope that you know that I love you and that I branded you as mine,” he says in his arrogant manly voice.
“And I love you to my gorgeous bad boy.”
*******
Eric
I’m staring at my body, mainly my neck in the bathroom mirror and I smile when my beautiful guy comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. His eyes light up when they meet mine and I can’t help but smile as he places a kiss to each of his Marcs. Marc has staked his claim on me and later when Andre sees Marc’s Marcer, the proverbial ball will fall into Andre’s court.
“Not to shabby for a virgin eh?” He asks, already knowing my answer as I turn in his arms.
“Shabby my ass, that was mind blowing stud,” I tell and his grin widens before he covers my mouth in a kiss that has our tongues dueling and I’m sucking his down my throat as if it were a cock.
“I love you TJ and please don’t you ever doubt it. I know that you belong to a man doesn’t appreciate you and treats you like shit. I’m willing to either fight him for you if you’ll allow it or wait patiently in his shadow for you to be free.”
“How is that fair to you Marc? I can’t and won’t ask that of you no matter how much In love with you I am.”
“BOOM ! I knew that you loved me for more than my dick, because you just admitted that you’re in love with me and yeah, you’re smitten with my cock,” he states with his signature smirk.
I roll my eyes and kiss him and smile, feeling safe and loved in his arms as he spoons me to him and our eyes meet once again in the mirror. What I’m feeling for Marc goes much deeper then what I feel for Andre I realize. My love for Andre is a love grown from thanks and gratitude for everything that he’s done for me. Whereas my love for Marc is built on a mutual attraction, one soul reaching out to another and finding a bond that’s strong and unbreakable.
“Oh my God I am in love with Marc,” my heart tells me and I snuggle tightly to him, pressing a kiss to his hand.
To be continued...
Posted: 09/24/2021