Wow! You really know how to write a story! I love this story! I couldn't stop reading it!! Thanks alot for writing something good!
Wow! You really know how to write a story! I love this story! I couldn't stop reading it!! Thanks alot for writing something good!
I had began writing an additional story to where this one ended, but have not had the time to get it to where I wanted it by this time of the year. But, it has some really good things in it, which I am anxious to share with you all!
So, without any further waiting, here is the first chapter of the newest story!!! Enjoy
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So, where we left of from the last story…. Jared and I were walking into Marcus’s house, hand in hand, to face Dawson. I wasn’t sure how he would react to the scene, but I was thinking that he would be ok with the situation. Because, he knew that this is what I wanted… Who knew what he would think…
Well, anyways, fast forward to the summer after graduation………………
Well, touching back to that night…. Graduation was crazy as hell… We all gathered at Dawson’s lake house and had a badass party. Jared was there of course, along with some other friends. We ended up going to bed together, had sex, and got back together. Actually, we got back together after that one night in April at Marcus’s house.
The summer after graduation was pretty much boring. Nothing at all really happened. Vacations, vacations, and more vacations!
The first of the vacations came for me a week and a half after graduation when I went with my grandparents to a family reunion in the next state over. It was boring as hell. The same thing every year, “My, Lane, you’ve gotten so much cuter than last year. Now, are you going to be a senior in August?” Keeping in mind that all of the older people on that side of the family only think of me when they see me once a year for three days at the reunion. Never again do they think about me. And every year, it’s the same question. They always think that I am younger than I actually am. All of the older women always have a friend’s granddaughter that they want to get me hooked up with, blah, blah, blah.
Now for the good shizz that happened that weekend…. Do you remember Trey? The guy who added me on Facebook and said that we were going to be roommates? Well, he messaged me again while I was there and told me that he was going to be rushing a fraternity in the fall and would not be living with me. Great. What was I supposed to do? Well, after talking to Jared, and realizing that he was going to rush as well, I decided what the hell, and I signed up for fall rush too.
My next vacation came a week and a half after the reunion when mom, Joe, Dawson, and I all went to Hawaii for our graduation present. We had a blast. Mom and Joe did their own thing and that left Dawson and I to cruise the beaches and see what all kinds of hot shit that we could get into. I had made a pact with Dawson when we were flying across the Pacific that for this week only I would forget about my relationship with Jared and focus solely upon him. That seemed to make him eager as to find out what I was talking about. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was talking about. But as soon as I laid eyes upon those sun-kissed, ripped, beach bodies, I soon forgot all about Jared.
The first night in Hawaii, Dawson and I said goodbye to my mom as they went to Happy Hour, and the two of us made our way to the beach. Each of us had brought six swimming trunks each and we were going to wear each of them. Since the two of us were still really tan from prom, not to mention that we had killer abs from hitting the gym hard for the past two months preparing for this trip, we were killing it in our trunks.
We were staying in a condo, just a block from the beach. So, whenever mom and Joe left, Dawson and I headed down. We were walking alongside the waves and laughing about all of the dumb shit that we had gotten into during high school. We were just chatting away and didn’t realize that we had made it a lot further down than we intended to go. It was then that we saw that there was a few gay couples gathered further up nestled together in the sand. So, I decided that we would give them a show. Without even talking to Dawson, I ran up next to him, placed my hand in his, and had a stroll alongside the beach. That got the attention of the three gay couples that we had seen. The fact that I was doing something that had gotten their attention made me pretty horny, so I thought that we should really give them a show.
I stopped dead in my tracks, making Dawson stop as well, and spun him around so he was facing me. I placed my arms on his shoulders and drifted my hands across his neck and leaned into a nice warm kiss. That was the first time that I was actually kissing Dawson in about two months. I had forgotten just how good he was with his lips. I was unsure with how long we were standing on the beach making out, but I soon noticed that he had placed his hands on my ass and began massaging each of my cheeks. I had broken our kiss and was biting my lip whenever I looked up the beach and saw that we had an audience of 6. I was ecstatic and Dawson was more than ready to give those people a show.
With us stopping what we were doing on the beach, we looked up towards our audience and just embraced each other in a hug. He had his chin resting on my head, the best place for anyone. I was glad that I was shorter than him and was more than happy to accommodate him wherever he wanted. There was one guy in particular that I had made eye contact with and had nodded my head in the direction towards us. I wanted him to get closer, but was unsure if he really would. But, much to our surprise, he and his partner were walking closer to us. This also prompted the other two couples to begin walking our way as well. I wasn’t sure what the hell we were going to do whenever they got to us, but I was not about to let them touch me, and I sure the hell wasn’t going to let them touch Dawson.
The two of them were about six feet away from us and I got a closer look of the two of them. The guy that I had made eye contact with was actually pretty cute—his partner on the other hand was not. I was still embraced by Dawson in a hug. Soon he backed away from me and just stood looking at me. That smile was there again and I know that I had dug myself too deep this time. I was unsure as to how I could get out of this one, but Dawson had lust in his eyes. The situation was beginning to get awkward, so I turned and ran to the ocean with Dawson and two others following closely.
While swimming in the Pacific Ocean off of the coast of Maui, I learned that the good looking guy’s name was Joey and his boyfriend of 4 years was Mike. Not too many details were exchanged during our conversation, other than the normal basic statistic questions. Soon after Joey invited the two of us back to his hotel room. I declined the offer and Dawson looked surprised. The two of us had always talked about having a threesome and I guess he thought this was ample opportunity for us to act upon that fantasy. But then I saw his face turn to lust again as he thought that the two of us would go back to our condo together for some fun of our own. Lord! I did not want that to happen either. I was too much in love with Jared to go through what I went through just a few short months before. I still hadn’t completely healed from that traumatic event.
We left the beach and strolled down the streets looking at all of the different shops, picking out the ones we would return to tomorrow and go shopping! That was one thing that Dawson and I couldn’t go without! It was beginning to get dark, so the two of us ended up finding our way back to the room, thankful to find my mom and Joe already there! That was a prayer that was answered. I could tell that Dawson was all but thrilled to find them there.
The next couple of days was filled with shopping and attraction sites. We really began looking like tourists in our adventures, but I didn’t care! Before any of us knew it, it was the day we were to leave the island and head back home. I couldn’t believe how fast that trip had lasted, but was glad to be getting back home. Since we had been there, there had been a fight between Marcus and Kelli, which ended up involving Dawson. Thankfully, I was not in the middle of this fight and didn’t have to choose any sides, even though Dawson and Kelli wanted me to choose their side. But it was now 10:00 pm and it was time for us to board our red eye flight back to Dallas. I was all but thrilled for that freaking flight. Dawson and I found our seats in the First Class Cabin and was greeted by a very handsome flight attendant who informed us that he would be taking care of us during the duration of our flight.
“Hi, welcome aboard American Airlines. I am glad that you have chosen to fly with us tonight. My name is Adam, please, please, please do NOT hesitate to ask me if there is anything that I can do for the two of you,” the flight attendant said with a wink.
“Thank you very much, Adam.” I began.
“I’m sure that we will be asking you for something before too long,” Dawson interrupted me.
I was shocked at how fast he jumped on him, but after further examining the situation, I concluded that he hadn’t had any sex while we were on this vacationing.
Three hours into the nine and half hour flight, Dawson nudged me awake and the two of us were making small talk in first class just talking about everything.
“Shit!” I said. “Dude, I just remembered that the two of us didn’t stunt or tumble on the beach. I have always tumbled at every beach I have ever gone to.”
“Fuck, man,” Dawson replied. “I know what you mean. I wasn’t even thinking about that either. Well, I guess that means that we will just have to come back to Maui soon!”
There was an in-flight movie playing, but I wasn’t paying any attention to it. I just focused on getting a little bit of sleep and trying to not think about the remaining 6 hours we had before I could get off this damn plane. Soon I fell back asleep for a little bit and we hit some turbulence and it woke me up. I looked over and Dawson wasn’t by me. I wasn’t sure where he was, but soon enough, he and Adam emerged from the front of the cabin together. I knew instantly where he had been and what they had been doing. Dawson was now a member of the Mile High Club.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I said as he took his seat. “Remind me why I am friends with you again?”
“Well for one, you don’t have a choice, and for two, I just do all of the crazy shit you think about doing.”
It was true. I would never have the courage to do half of the shit that Dawson has done in his life, but I have thought about literally everything that he had done. What seemed like three days later, we finally touched down in Dallas. That meant, I would be visiting the bar as soon as we got into the terminal. I didn’t even care that it was 8 in the morning. I needed something stronger than the orange juice I was served on the plane.
Not very long after that, we were safely back home and were cruising the streets going and saying hi to all of our friends. I had called Kelli and the two of us had met up to chat about everything that had happened. But that was after I went to see Jared at his house and have some “honey I’m home” sex! It was incredible. Or I was just so tired that my brain was telling me that it was great. We tried four different positions. I started off by riding his dick, but that didn’t last very long, then we went into missionary, which was my favorite, but Jared didn’t feel that was very pleasurable. So, we went to doggy. That was the one that really got me going and was very intense, but he finally finished with him on top of me pounding it home.
As soon as he rolled off of me, I turned to him, planted a passionate kiss on his mouth and snuggled up to his sweaty body. Jared had his right hand on my back just gently rubbing my back and we were breathing in unison. It was a very romantic, yet awkward, scene. About thirty minutes of he and I laying there, we heard the garage open and we knew that his mom was home. So we quickly got dressed and went downstairs to greet her.
When she walked in, she looked like hell! I wasn’t sure what the hell she had done today, but I knew I didn’t want to be there anymore. But, as soon as she saw me, her attitude was not fitting to her appearance.
“LANE!!!” She screamed. “I have not seen you in a really long time! I am so glad that you came over to see us!”
“Well, Mrs. Williams, it is very nice to see you as well! I just landed a couple hours ago and stopped to talk to Jared about a couple things and I was just on my way out.”
“Well, shoot,” She replied. “Can you come back tonight for dinner? I’ll make something extra special since you’re back in town!”
“Sure!” I exclaimed.
“Great! It’ll be ready at about 7 o’clock sharp! Don’t be late! Besides, I want to get to know Jared’s boyfriend better.”
I instantly turned white and stared at the floor praying I could be anywhere but there.
The first use of the BF word is the new definition of awkward. I'm lovin' it!
An xcellent new chapter, many thanks
What a GREAT story. I love it. I'll be back to read more.
Great Chapter. What a great way to start another part!! I love this story! BEST story ever. Can't wait for the chapters! Which I hope is very soon. PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING!
Welcome back, Dawson.
I love your writing style.
You are a great story teller!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
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I didn’t know what to do or what the hell to even say. I am sure that I looked like I had just seen a ghost. Finally, I had regained by composure a little and looked at Jared. He was just as dumbfounded as I was.
“Boys,” his mother started. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I knew a long time ago. You’re just going to have to embrace the fact that people are starting to figure it all out. I’m certain that everyone will be quite satisfied with your decisions and everyone will support you all. If they don’t, then you don’t need them in your life. The only thing that matters now is that I know!”
She walked over and hugged both of us. I was still unsure what to think about the whole situation, but knew that I wanted to leave. Hell, I didn’t even know if I would be back for dinner!
Jared walked me to my car and we talked about what was just said.
“Fuck no I never told her,” he said.
“Well, we aren’t that obvious, are we?” I inquired.
“I didn’t think that we were, but now that she knows and is ok with it, should we start advertising it?”
“I don’t want to yet, but I can’t tell you to not,” I said.
With that we kissed and I left his house. It was a 20-minute drive to Kelli’s house where we talked about everything that had happened while I was in Hawaii. Then I told her about what just happened at Jared’s house. She was speechless, but was more than ready to fight this with me and stick by my side to shoot rumors down. That was just one of the many reasons why I loved her and she was my best friend!
Kelli ended up telling me that it was best that I go back to Jared’s house for dinner. That a way his mom didn’t think she had scared me off and ruined everything for her son. I thought that was very appropriate so I informed Jared that I would be attending dinner that evening!
When I showed back up to Jared’s house, his parents were the only ones that would be joining us for dinner. I thought that would be a little bit more awkward and formal, but then I also thought that it would be better that his brother and sister wouldn’t be there either. Dinner wasn’t that spectacular. His dad grilled hamburgers and his mom made homemade French Fries. It was a small, yet spectacular dinner!
As far as conversations went, it was just small talk, college plans, summer events, and so on. There wasn’t anything that was mentioned about Jared and I being together—and I was thankful for that. Dinner had been served, eaten, and cleared, and then it was time for sundaes! After that was completed, I helped Jared’s mom clear the table and begin the dishwashing process while Jared and his dad continued to talk around the dinner table.
“Lane, come here,” Jared’s father, said.
“So Cheryl here tells me that you and Jared are boyfriends together. Is this correct?” He asked.
I looked helplessly at Jared. There was no expression apparent on his face. “Yes sir,” I managed to choke out.
I could literally see the smoke coming out of his ears, “So are you a faggot, Jared?”
“Yeah, I guess you could call me that,” Jared said proudly.
With that, his dad got up from the table and stomped out of the room. Cheryl walked over to us and tried to make things better, but we all knew that there was no way Jared was going to be able to get over that and what his dad had just said.
“Thanks a lot, mom,” was all Jared could mumble as his eyes filled with tears and he ran outside.
Being the newest person in their house and not showing disrespect towards her, I turned to her and just gave her the best hug I thought I could give. She began weeping on my shoulder and asked if I could go talk to Jared. I obliged and set out the back door looking for him. I found him sitting on his tailgate throwing rocks at the basketball goal post.
“Hey, bud,” I said. “I’m not sure if there is anything that I can say to you that is going to make this situation better, but I want you to know that I am here for you. I have always been here for you and always will be here for you.”
He turned to look at me with blood shot eyes, “Thanks, babe.” Then turned back to throwing rocks at the goal post again. So I walked over to the driveway, picked up a two handfuls of rocks, walked back to the tailgate and sat them down so Jared could continue sulking.
“He called me a faggot, Lane.”
I walked up to him and just hugged him. I didn’t know what else to do. That was the only thing that he had gotten out of that conversation. Why is it that that is the only thing that people get out of conversations when there is hostility involved? Negativity was the only thing that Jared was seeing. I know that it was visible and all, but at least his mom wasn’t pissed. But, then again, Jared looked up to his dad so much! Now I was unsure how their relationship would ever be the same.
With that we heard that back door open, Jared’s mom scream at his dad, the door slam, and Jared’s dad appear with a rifle in his hand.
“Jared, let’s go!”
Jared didn’t question his dad. He jumped off the tailgate and met his dad and the edge of the drive and the two of them walked towards their barn. My heart was beating in the back of my throat. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know what to think.
“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating.
I walked back into the house to continue helping Cheryl clean up the kitchen. She had been crying too.
“I am so sorry, Lane,” She started. “You must hate me. I never thought any of this could have happened. In fact, I guess I hadn’t run it through my head how he would react. I was just so happy to see Jared this happy in a long time that I wanted to meet the person responsible. Whenever I found out it was you, I was a little shocked at it all, but then I quickly got over it because if you were making Jared happy, then you could make me happy.”
She started crying again.
At this point I was still worried as to what was going to happen with Jared and his dad in the barn……. With A GUN!!!
Just like that, we heard the 4-wheelers start up and take off to the back pasture. Jared and his dad were on them and his dad still had both guns. I waited about five minutes after I couldn’t see them any longer just staring out the window. That’s when I heard it. A gun shot off in the distance where they were heading..............
Thanks for taking the time to write such an AMAZING chapter! & school always get in way!
Oh no! You can't leave us hanging like that!
Don't leave us hanging like this, Dawson! They better just be hunting!
Please come out with another chapter. This is one of my favorite stories!!
WOW.....the best cliffhanger yet.......
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
Just how loud can you moan? Thanks for the new chapter.
So sorry, I had to take it down.. There was some major errors that needed to be corrected, but here is the finalized version!!
I seriously think I could have fainted at that point. If I hadn’t have just had Cheryl scream bloody murder at that time, I probably would have. I was having difficulty breathing.. In fact, I couldn’t breathe. At all!! I started making the gesture to Cheryl and she finally got the hint and ran to get an inhaler. After a couple inhales, I was finally able to breathe on my own.
Another gun shot.
I looked at Cheryl again and got up.
“I’ve got to go out there!” I told her.
She tried to stop me, but it didn’t work. I ran for everything I had in me. I ran track in high school and always ran with Dawson, so I was using every ounce of energy in me to sprint in the direction of the shots. Tears were still flowing down my face and it was hard to see. I tripped over limbs and other things on the ground three different times before I finally made it to the area where Jared and his father were.
I stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw.
This was NOT the time for a phone call, but as soon as I pulled out my phone it was Kelli.
Kelli: GET TO MY HOUSE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Five seconds after sending that message, Dawson called. I ignored. I had other issues at hand and didn’t need to listen to their bullshit drama about Marcus right at the moment.
Jared and his dad were sitting on the back of the ATVs shooting at a tree. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I was just thankful that he wasn’t dead. I was so happy that I started crying again. With that, I turned to go back in and stepped on a stick and broke it in half. His dad was the first to see me.
“Lane, what the hell are you doing?”
“Sorry, sir,” I began and stepped out in the open. “Mrs. Williams and I were scared when we heard gunshots that I took off running.”
I guess that’s whenever everything clicked with his dad.
“Oh shit!” He exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think of how this would portray to you or Cheryl.”
I wanted to be as respectful as I could, but I had had it with all of this, so my attitude showed a little.
“Ya think?” I smarted off. “I can’t speak for Cheryl, but I know she’s pretty shaken up about it because she’s sitting in the kitchen floor crying her eyes out because she thinks her husband just killed her son. As for me, I’ve nearly passed out, had an asthma attack, and cried all my tears thinking that you’re out here with Jared and a gun.”
Jared ran over to me and embraced me in a hug. I didn’t care. I latched onto his body and kissed him on the mouth. I was just so happy to be able to hug him again.
Dale walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry, son,” He started. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but when I’m upset about something I come out here to shoot. And, with what I just saw, with your freaking tears, I can tell that you and Jared really do care about each other.”
“We do, dad!” Jared said as he pulled me closer into him.
“Well, this is something that I didn’t think I’d ever have to deal with, but it’s going to take some time to getting used to. I’ll get better at accepting it better in the future if you’ll just give me a little bit of time. I might say something, but I promise I will be working on this whole situation.” His dad said to us as he was walking for me.
His dad hugged me and said, “If you ever do something to my boy, I’ll make sure that you’re with me the next time out here and I’ll be working on my shot while you’re dodging my shot. Understand?”
“Yes sir!” I said wholeheartedly.
As we were walking up to the house, Dale went in to talk to Cheryl as I just stood in the backyard hugging Jared. I was just now beginning to come back to my normal self and not be so scared.
“Jared, I love you,” I said.
He pulled away from me and looked me in the eye.
“I love you too, Lane!”
I hugged him again just as I was feeling my phone vibrate again. Oh shit! I forgot about all this with Dawson and Kelli.
I looked at my phone and had two novels and three missed calls from Dawson, five messages and two missed calls from Kelli, and five messages and five missed calls from Marcus. GOOD LORD!!!!
Marcus just wanted me to call him back and come over. He said that it was very important and he wanted me to talk to him before I talked to Dawson.
Kelli just wanted to know why I was so short and to come over to her house and not talk to Marcus.
Dawson called me a bad friend when I knew that Kelli needed me so bad and said if I didn’t call him back pronto, he wasn’t going to talk to me anymore.
WHY WAS I IN SUCH A HIGH DEMNAD?!?!
I sent the same “HANG ON, DAMN!!” message to all three of them. I wanted to piss all of them off, but I was sure that Kelli was the only one that knew that I was at dinner with Cheryl, Dale, and Jared.
Dawson: FUCK YOU, LANE. PISS OFF.
Kelli: LANE, PLEEEEEEASE!!!
Marcus: WHAT THE FUCK?
Clearly there was something going on and I could already figure it out through the messages between those three. Marcus had said something insulting to Kelli and Kelli popped something off to Marcus about him and/or his family that was true and Marcus didn’t like it so started bringing up every little detail about Kelli’s life to her. Yes, my friends were that predictable!
I went over to my car and threw my phone in the front seat. I was with my boyfriend and his family right now and that’s where my attention needed to be. Jared and I walked back inside the house and were talking to his parents. Cheryl broke out the liquor and Dale was having a beer. That sounded so good to me and I decided that I was going to dad’s lake house for the evening!!
Ten more minutes had passed and Jared had finished two beers! Damn, he needed to drink just as much as I needed to, but I refused all drinks for the time being. It was then that Jared threw his phone to me opened to a message from Dawson, “If you’re with Lane, tell him to answer his fucking phone and talk to me. NOW!”
Jared told me to go outside and call him back, but before I could click his name, he started calling Jared’s phone.
“WHAT THE HELL IS SO DAMN IMPORTANT, DAWSON?” I said as I answered the phone.
Dawson: SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m seriously so fucking pissed at you right now it isn’t even funny. You’ve been talking to Marcus haven’t you?
Me: No, I’ve been with Jared and his parents.
D: Yeah, well why couldn’t you have talked to us? That’s fucked up. Don’t even bother coming to Kelli’s anymore. We are going to my dad’s to drink. Just stay with your fucking boyfriend and get fucked, Lane. I’m done with you.
With that he hung up on me, so I decided that I would call Kelli.
Me: Hey, I’m sorry, you won’t believe what I had to deal with just now with all of this. What’s up?
K: Yeah, I know you’re with Jared and shit, but I seriously needed you, Lane. I needed you so badly.
Me: I’M SORRY!!!! I’ll explain later.
K: No, don’t even bother explaining. Just go to Marcus’s house and hang out with him since he’s your new best friend. I’m done, Lane.
Me: WHAT?! Who said that he was my new best friend?? He’s always been my best friend. The same with you and Dawson. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on right now, but you seriously need to grow up. I had bigger fish to fry tonight that didn’t revolve around some bullshit lie that Marcus said about you and what you said to him about his family—probably his mom, wasn’t it?
K: SEE! I KNEW YOU TALKED TO HIM!
Me: No, actually I didn’t. I just know you all so damn well that it’s easy to predict what’s going on with everybody. Yes, he has texted and called me, but just like the two of you, I IGNORED HIM.
K: Whatever. I’m at Dawson’s dad’s and we are getting ready to drink. Fuck off.
Me: Really? Well, I’m sorry that Dale confronted Jared and I about being GAY and then he took Jared to the pasture with a GUN AND FIRED SHOTS. I’M SORRY THAT I THOUGHT MY BOYFRIEND’S DAD WAS KILLING HIS SON.. MY BOYFRIEND. Sorry for one evening I needed to deal with shit that was going on IN MY life and not everybody else’s life. HOLY FUCK, KELLI. Seriously, we are all out of high school and heading to college in the next couple of months. GROW THE HELL UP.
K: Lane….. Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.
Me: Yeah, you wouldn’t because you wouldn’t let me explain. I was too damn busy trying to fix things with you and Dawson because y’all were so pissed at me that I didn’t answer. Whatever, Kelli, I’m seriously beyond pissed at you and Dawson right now and I don’t need to deal with the two of you tonight. BYE!
With that I hung up on her and went back inside to Jared. He and his parents were talking about a little bit of stuff and Dale asked if I would come sit next to him.
He didn’t see anything to me, just stared at the floor. Then he got up and reached his hand in my direction. I took it and he pulled me up. Dale then embraced me in a manly hug and whispered in my ear, “I’m sorry, Lane.”
I just smiled back at him to assure him that everything was just a big misunderstanding and that I was not upset with him any longer. Then, Cheryl came over and hugged me and thanked me for coming to dinner and that we would have to do this more often before the two of us went to college in the fall. Finally, Jared came up to me and hugged me again and kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my hand.
“Thanks for coming to dinner tonight and putting up with us all! You’re the greatest,” He said.
Both, his mother and father, conferred. I was finally relieved and really glad that Kelli had talked me into coming to dinner that night. Great….. I thought… How was all of that shit going to go down? I’ll deal with that in five minutes I told myself.
I told Jared my plans that I was going to spend the night at the lake and invited him to come out too—he accepted!! I told him that I was going to run to my mom’s house right fast and that I’d come pick him up in about an hour.
As I was leaving his house, I called Kelli and told her that Jared and I were going to the lake and invited her and Dawson to come out if they wanted to. After they talked it over, they texted me and said that they were going to come out. As soon as I hung up with them, I called Marcus.
Me: Sorry, I had dinner with Jared and his parents and couldn’t really talk. What’s up?
Marcus: Come over to my house, please. We need to talk.
Me: I can’t. But you can talk on the phone to me right now.
Marcus: Oh, sorry. I thought you could have respected one of my requests to talk to me first instead of them. But then again, I have to give you credit.. You’re not sucking my dick.. You’re sucking Dawson’s.
Me: WHOA!! I’m not sucking his dick. I’m sucking Jared’s. But I have talked to them, but not about anything that’s going on. Although I have already pieced it together. I just got back from vacation and this is not what I want to be dealing with right now. I just want to unwind and have a drink or two.
Marcus: Good! Then come over.
Me: I already told you. NO! So if you want to talk about something before I talk to them, then get to talking.
He then told me everything that he had said which, as always, made him look innocent. I then told him that I was going to talk to the two of them and that he better make for damn sure that his story was accurate before I nailed him as being a liar and starting shit. He assured me again that he wasn’t in the wrong and all that jazz. Jesus, I was going to get fucked up as soon as I got to dad’s! I couldn’t wait!!!
After getting a few clothes at mom’s and telling her where I was going, I was on the road. I had called Jared and asked him if he could wait an hour or so before heading over because I needed to talk to Dawson and Kelli about everything that had happened. He was so good, because he said that he would come later!! I was so lucky!!
At dad’s, I learned what all had happened and, with them, they painted Marcus to be the bad guy in the situation. Which, they actually had proof about it all. So, I got a firsthand glance at everything that was going on. With that, I called Marcus again and told him what I had conferred about the whole situation. He didn’t like what I had to say and then put his mom on the phone. GROW UP!!!!!!! That’s what I wanted to yell at him.
By the end of our conversation, I was drunk and couldn’t give two fucks about the whole situation and couldn’t believe that, once again, I had found myself in the middle of all this shit. I eventually hung up on them and proceeded to get more drunk with Dawson, Kelli, and Jared!!
It was pushing two o’clock in the morning and I was completely hammered.
“Jared, get your ass to bed and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” I said as I was walking toward the stairs.
I looked at Dawson and could tell that he was jealous and that he was hurt, but I didn’t care. I was going to be as loud as I could that night and I wanted to make sure everybody in that house heard me.
And, THANK YOU! for re-posting it!
All I've got to say is, "GO!, Lane"!!
And ... Oh, Yeah! ... MORE, Please!
Just goes to show ... no matter what ...
WISDOM is the Knowledge you've gained ... After you could have used it! _Me
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Since it's been a while since I've posted anything, I had a little free time this evening, so I sat down to write a little more to the story!! Thanks for reading!!
Y'all are the best!
“JARED, OH MY GOD!!!” I screamed in ecstasy. “THAT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD. FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARDER!!”
The sound of Jared’s balls slapping the underside of my ass while we were in missionary and the grunts that he was making was just an added bonus to the intense fuck session that we were having in my bed at my dad’s lake house.
“Lane, you’re so fucking hot,” Jared started. “I love fucking you like this. I love you, babe.”
I was moaning as loud as I could and was screaming for him to speed up and fuck me harder. I knew that Dawson and Kelli were down the hall and I wanted to make for damn sure that they heard me having sex.
Jared pulled out of me and fell on the bed on his back. He held his dick up at me and I hurried and switched my position so I could ride his dick all the way home. It was then that I noticed his dick. The moonlight was coming in through the window and made his dick look really wet and slippery. It also looked a little bit bigger, but couldn’t be for certain. The only thing that I knew was that I wanted him back in me. So I startled his chest and scooted back until his head found my hole. With that I sat on him—all of him. Jared then took the moaning to the next level as I rode his dick in circles for a while.
I alternated between circles, up and down, and back and forth for a good twenty minutes before he told me he was about to cum. I stopped all motion and leaned down to kiss him, as he was still in me. It was a kiss that I hadn’t experienced in a long time with him. There was so much passion in his kiss and his hands on my hips continued my motions on his dick. I was absolutely in love with this guy and wanted to keep him in my life forever, but then I realized that I had a job that I had to finish, a job that consisted of me milking his cock with my ass to get his load up my ass.
I did just that. But before we concluded the sex, I switched positions on more time to reverse cowboy. I got my footing on the bed just enough, leaned back slightly and rode his dick like a jackhammer. I liked this position because I could finish him off, but I could also cum in this position because his dick would be hitting my prostate and send me over the edge too. Without much effort on either of our parts, he announced that he was about to fill my ass up. Just as I knew he was cumming, I slammed my ass into his pelvic region and squeezed my ass around his dick to make sure that I got every drop of his cum out of his dick.
“AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AGHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH AH AH AH AH AH AHHH, LANNNNNNNNNNNEEE!!!!!!!!!!” Jared screamed.
When I knew that he was finished, I leaned back towards him again, got into the position I was in when beginning reverse cowboy and slammed my ass again onto him. I could feel the cum coming out of my ass and leaking onto him and it was causing a rather sexy slapping noise as our bodies made contact. With his dick hitting my prostate, the sound of our bodies making contact, and the grunts Jared was making was just enough to send me over the point of no return. I began cumming and cumming and cumming some more. To this day, I still don’t think that I had ever came that much before. But just as I was starting to shoot, Jared knew what was going on and lifted me up just a little bit. White he was under me, it took every ounce of energy in his body to slam his dick into me repeatedly to make sure my orgasm was intense. He continued fucking me, and hitting my prostate, as I continued to cum. I didn’t think there was ever going to be an end to the seamen that was coming out of my dick. But all too soon, I quit shooting and the orgasm subsided.
To say that I collapsed on Jared’s body would be an understatement. I think I passed out on him. Literally, the last thing that I remember was he breathing really heavy and whisper something to me. But I was on a high… A pleasure high! I didn’t know what he said and soon, I was out like a light.
When I woke the next morning, I felt great! I rolled over and nudged Jared. I always hate when he does that to me, but I wanted him awake. He wasn’t budging, so I kissed him on the cheek and got out of bed. It was nearly 9 o’clock so I went downstairs to survey the damage and to start breakfast.
I was just starting when Kelli came down. She looked awful!
“Isn’t it great?” She asked.
“What?” I said puzzled.
“Waking up with a great amount of energy the morning after great sex!”
“Oh my! You have no idea! I was drunk and it was so fucking good, Kelli!”
“Yeah, I figured. I heard you for an hour.”
Oops! I didn’t know we had gone that long, but after her mentioning it, I was in a chipper mood! Ha
Just as soon as I finished breakfast, Dawson showed up in the kitchen. He looked like hell. I could tell that he didn’t sleep at all last night and I thought that he had possibly been crying. I began to feel bad for being so loud last night, but then I quickly reminded myself that it was my life and he knew about it. He needed to learn to accept the fact that I was with Jared. Plain and simple!
To complete such a wonderful breakfast on the back deck over looking the lake, we had Mimosas! Yum! I had just begun getting stuck on them, and they were actually really good! I was glad that Dawson had suggested them to us.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with swimming in the pool that we had on the balcony. I had already decided that I was going to stay another night at the house, but Jared had to go into town for the night. So as soon as he was gone, Kelli announced that she was leaving too, but Dawson asked if he could stay. I didn’t mind, but I could tell that something was fishy about this whole situation and I couldn’t figure it out, but sooner than later, I realized what all was going on and why Dawson was acting so damn weird.
It was just approaching dinnertime and I went to the pantry and freezer to see what we had to cook up. It would be grilled chicken, homemade mashed potatoes, green beans, and wine! Dawson and I had been friends long enough to what each other liked and what each other could and couldn’t do. I knew that Dawson liked grilled chicken, but he knew that I didn’t like grilling anything—I would stick to the kitchen. So, he happily went the barbeque that we have on the back deck and grilled some delicious chicken and pineapple! He really did know how to grill some great meals. I had taken care of everything inside and before too long it was he and I at the dinner table with a glass of wine and a formal dinner!
After the dishes were done, including the wine, I finally had the courage to ask Dawson what was on his mind. I knew damn well what was going on, but I’m the type of person that I want to hear someone else speak his or her mind.
He looked at me from his spot next to me on the couch and let out a heavy sigh.
“I just don’t know what to do anymore, Lane,” He started. “I’m just not happy.”
“What do you mean you’re not happy?” I asked.
He gave me a look that told me I should know what he was talking about, but he beat around the bush.
“I am just sick of everything,” He started again. “I’m sick of all the Marcus bullshit, I’m sick of Kelli being childish about it, I’m sick of her boyfriend. I’m sick of my step mom and step dad, I’m sick of my brother and sister. The only thing that made me was the last week whenever we were in Hawaii… together.”
I just stared at the floor. This was like de je vu all over again from that night at my house in the winter. I couldn’t believe I had found myself in another similar situation.
“Look, Dawson,” I said. “I know that you have feelings for me—very strong feelings. I will be absolutely honest with you, I do have feelings for you, but they’re not as strong as the feelings that you have for me. I’m sorry. Honest, I am! I hate it when you’re down and not your normal self.”
He just stared at me with tears starting to fill his eyes.
“I told Jared that I loved him last night, Dawson. Before we even came out here. You wouldn’t believe what I was feeling when I thought that his dad was out in the field about to kill him. I was devastated, scared, and pissed. I believe that I could have beaten the shit out of his dad if I would have found Jared dead in that field last night. No lie. That’s when I knew that I had incredibly strong feelings for Jared and that I truly did love him.”
He was now crying and I felt like an ass.
“I just want to be happy, Lane,” He finally said.
“We all want to be happy, but I promise you’ll be happy very soon! You have my word!” I told him.
With that he looked me in the eye and went in for a kiss. I knew that this was coming and couldn’t decide what I wanted to do. I know at any other given time I would have kissed him back, but this was the absolutely first time that I had dodged a kiss from him—ever! I could tell that he was incredibly hurt by it, but tried to shake it off. Now, I had always heard that you never want to kick someone when they’re down, but I had to set the record straight.
“Dawson,” I started. “I don’t exactly know what you think you’re doing. Especially when I just told you that I told Jared that I loved him last night. You’re all the time preaching that you’re not the one to cheat in a relationship, but here you are with me right now trying to kiss me. Now, some people will look at that and think nothing of it, but you know damn well that you think that’s cheating and so do I.”
He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, “I’m sorry.” He finally said.
“No you’re not,” I snapped back. “You always do this. You’re always ‘sorry’ whenever I call you out on something that isn’t going your way. Let this be a warning to you, Dawson, the next time you do something like this, it isn’t going to be pretty. In fact, you need to know that I’m not going to cheat on Jared. Nor will you break us up again. So if you can’t control your urges for all of this anymore, then you need to not come around anymore. This is ridiculous. But, if you can accept the fact that we are together, which you have done multiple times, then you can continue coming around, but if you can’t then we should no longer hang out, especially alone.”
He was now crying a lot harder now and got up off the couch and went to the kitchen. This was the first time in all of my life that I couldn’t read this kid. He was my best friend and I couldn’t understand what he was feeling. It was odd.
Just as I was getting up to go check on him, I got a message from Jared, “How is everything going tonight?”
I replied quickly, “Great! Thanks for asking!”
I walked into the kitchen and looked at Dawson, but he wouldn’t turn to face me. He was standing over the sink, so I came up behind and hugged him from behind, “You know I love the hell out of you, man. But there comes a point when you need to respect my wishes. I know you can’t understand it and don’t want to accept it, but you need to at least respect what I want.”
With that he turned around and smiled, “This is why you’re my best fucking friend, Lane. But it kills me to see you with him, and the fact that you were having sex with him last night. I seriously wanted to leave. Actually, I did. I went for a walk and didn’t get back until a couple hours before breakfast. I just don’t know if I can do it any longer. I’m sorry, Lane, but this is goodbye.”
With that he hugged me and walked out of the lake house to his parked car in the driveway.
Hope he doesn't drive his car into a tree but he did the right thing by leaving.
Well, I am back at school now.. This means that the semester has begun and I will be focusing on school work. I am unsure of when I will be able to post the next chapter--hopefully soon!!
I seriously didn’t know what to say or do. I wanted to follow him outside, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do that. I think that he wanted me to follow him outside, but I couldn’t let him win, not again. So, I walked over to the door he went out of and turned off the porch lights and killed all the lights downstairs. I decided that I would just drive into mom’s for the night. I hated staying out there by myself.
“Why didn’t you tell me you and Dawson were alone?” I read the text from Jared.
Me: “I didn’t know how you would react to knowing that it was just he and I here by ourselves. I didn’t want you to worry. How did you know?”
J: “Well, I am worrying that you’ve been lying about other stuff.”
Me: “Oh, put a sock in it, babe. I’m not lying to you now and I haven’t in the past. Trust me.”
J: “I try to, believe me. It’s just hard sometimes. Open the door.”
I was totally confused as to what was going on, but I went back downstairs and saw that Jared was standing on the front porch waiting to come in.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.
“Well, it’s nice to see you too,” He said as he greeted me with a kiss. “I decided that I would surprise you and come back out and spend the night with you. That’s when I saw Dawson’s car in the drive and no sign of Kelli’s. So, I’m not going to lie, I was spying on you guys. Why was he crying? Why did you hug him? Did you all kiss? But, most importantly, why did he leave?”
“That’s a low ball move, Jared,” I said. “But, he was crying because I’m dating you and not him. He can’t accept that. He’ll never be able too. I hugged him because I wanted him to know that I still loved him no matter what. He tried to kiss me, but I dodged the kiss and that really set him off. But ultimately he left because I told him if he couldn’t accept the fact that you and I were together, then the two of us couldn’t be friends any longer.”
Jared just stared at me, speechless. I started to walk off, but Jared grabbed my arm and embraced me with a hug, “You’re the greatest,” He said.
“I know!” I smirked.
“But,” Jared started. “I’m not going to stand in the way of a life long friendship. I know that he likes you. Everybody can see it in his eyes. They literally light up when your name comes up or when he sees you. His entire face does that. I just don’t know what to do about it all. Everybody’s tried talking to him, but it doesn’t work. You know how thick headed he is. But anyway, I’m not going to be to blame about this friendship ending. You need to fix things with him.”
“Jared, the only way that things are going to be fixed with Dawson and I is if you’re completely out of the picture and he and I are together. That’s not happening. I’m not letting it happen.”
He just smiled at me, “Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ones that you love, babe.”
“Yes, I know that. Why do you think that I didn’t chase him? Why haven’t I called him? Because I love you so much that I am willing to sacrifice my friendship with him to be with you. I told you, Jared, I love you. Why are you saying all of this right now?” I said as tears started to feel my eyes.
“Babe, don’t cry,” He said as he wiped away the first tear that escaped and rolled down my cheek. “I am only saying it because I know that Dawson makes you happy.”
“Not as happy as you make me,” I interrupted.
“Right, but he was the first guy that you messed around with. He’s the one that knows more about you than anyone ever will. Hell, he’s spent more times with your parents and family that I have ever gotten to.”
He was right on that one. Jared had only been to my house one time. He’d also never met any of my aunts and uncles, or even grandparents for that matter. I was disappointed in myself. Maybe Jared was right. Maybe I really did love Dawson. Wait! What was I saying? What was Jared saying? Was Jared getting ready to break up with me?
“So what are you saying?” I finally asked.
“Well, I got my letter for the frat that I am joining in the fall. It isn’t the same as you.” He told me what house had offered him a bid and ended up accepting it. I also accepted my bid when it came in the week before we left for Hawaii. “So with that being said, do you really think that you and I can continue to have a relationship in college with each other and not be caught? Hell, Lane, both of us have to live in the House. Where do you think that we are going to get to hang out? Where are we going to have sex at?”
“I’m nothing but a good fuck to you, am I?” I asked.
He broke eye contact.
“Wow!” I started yelling at him. “I absolutely cannot believe that. You didn’t love me, you never have! The only reason that you’ve kept me around is so I would get you off.”
He stuttered, but I continued chewing him out, “But the question of the hour is, why did you introduce me to your parents? Why did you come out to them?”
“I thought I wanted to be with you,” Jared started.
I immediately interrupted him, “YOU THOUGHT?!”
“Lane, just shut up, fuck!” He screamed. “I knew I wanted to be with you, but we are both going Greek in the fall, hell we are pretty much already Greek right now. We live in a very conservative region and there is no way all of this is going to be accepted. I actually want to be happy for the rest of my life and have a family, but it’s never going to work between the two of us.”
“So, you getting this bid letter was the affirmation to the way you were going to start living your life?” I asked him.
He tried to answer, but instead of being honest, he wanted to try and find the right answer.
“Just get out,” I finally said.
“But Lane,” He argued. “Just listen.”
“NO!!” I shouted. “I told you to get the fuck out of this house and that’s what I fucking meant. Do it! GO! GET OUT! NOW!”
Great I thought, I just lost two of the most important people in my life, or so I thought. I never dreamed that Dawson would ditch our friendship because of a guy. I also for damn sure never thought that Jared would break up with me because he got a Greek bid. Whatever! All I knew was that I was leaving the lake and going back home to my mommy!
My cell phone started ringing, it was my dad. “Hello?”
“I just got a call from the hospital. Dawson is getting ready to be taken by LifeFlight.”
That was finally the breaking point of my night. I dropped my phone and fell onto the floor sobbing. I sat there crying for a good 45 minutes before I finally came back into reality. I wasn’t sure if I was crying because of Dawson leaving, Dawson being taken to the hospital, or Jared breaking up with me. But, I knew one thing was for certain, I needed to find out which hospital Dawson was being transported to so I could head that way. I had a friendship to mend!
Sitting in the ICU waiting room with all of Dawson’s family, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Apparently, he was driving home from my house, went left of center and hit a car head on. Dawson’s car was thrown off the highway and rolled 7 times before coming to a rest on it’s side with Dawson ejected about 35 feet away.
“It’s a miracle he’s still alive,” said the doctor. “We are continuing to monitor him, his kidney has been repaired, he has 4 broken ribs, numerous cuts and scratches, 55 total stitches, and a broken humerus. He will be sedated for the next 48 hours, but you’re more than welcome to go in and see him. Only one at a time, please.”
“Wow, poor kid,” I said aloud.
His step mom came over and hugged me. I liked her way more than I liked his mom., actually a lot more. His mom was a bitch. Coincidently, Sharon, my stepmom, and Dawson’s mom were really good friends. Perfect match!! As soon as the four of his parents went in and seen him, his dad told me that, I could go in. WOW! He was all banged up. He didn’t even look like the Dawson that I knew. I began crying. I didn’t know what to say, but the only thing I could say was that I loved him and that as soon as he got better, we were going to have some hot tub time to soothe him!
The 48 long hours seemed to drag on; I couldn’t believe that I had stayed at the hospital that long. In fact, I had been there the entire time—longer than his mother! That was saying something, but I knew that he would be there for me, so I had to make sure I was there for him. When he was no longer sedated, the doctor came and informed us and said that it could be anywhere from five minutes to 12 hours before he would wake up, but he would let us know the minute he woke up.
It was just me and his dad at the hospital now. It had been three and a half hours since he came off of sedation and he was growing weary. So his dad went to the cafeteria to get us something to eat and drink. He hadn’t been gone longer than two minutes until the doctor came to tell me that he was awake and that I could go in and see him. My heart sank.
Walking into that room, I realized what everyone was always saying about how his eyes and face would light up whenever he would see him. Well, I got to witness firsthand what everyone was always talking about.
“Hey champ!” I said as I entered the room. He smiled. I started tearing up because of the brightness of his face and eyes.
I walked over and grabbed his hand, kissed my hand and softly touched his cheek. This time, Dawson showed all of his teeth when he smiled. I knew that he didn’t mean what he said whenever he left my house and I was thankful that I got to be alone with him for a short period of time. The doctor came in and told me that his dad was back in the waiting room, but as I was leaving, I held up the sign for ‘I love you,’ and Dawson couldn’t help but smile some more. Before shutting the door, I winked at him and went to find his dad.
Loved this chapter, Dawson . Thanks for the update.
I am all caught up now Dawson!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
What an interesting turn of events! Didn't see that coming!
It all just goes to show we often don't know/realize what we have right in front of us, nor do we appreciate it. And, I'm not just talking about "Typical Teenagers"!
I'm trusting Dawson will survive, and Lane has had his head properly removed from his own butt!
All the more reasons to ... no matter what ...
WISDOM is the Knowledge you've gained ... After you could have used it! _Me
School comes first. We can wait for the next chapters. Besides, it'll give your mind a chance to come up with another twist
Here are the next to chapters of the story. Since there has been a delay in the posting of any other chapters, I have posted the next to chapters. Also, because they are both fairly short. I hope to have a couple more chapters posted pretty soon! Thanks for keeping with everything..
Dawson was in the hospital for eight days before he was released to go home. Then, it was still a long process to get completely healed considering he had to go to physical therapy. But between his dad and I, we made sure that he got there when he was supposed to be there.
Exactly one month since Dawson’s accident, he was doing much better with all of his physical therapy stuff and was able walk a little by now and was attending lunch with me and all of my family for Sunday after church. We were just putting the dishes away and getting out a deck of cards to play a card game when my grandma got a call from her son, my uncle.
“WHAT?” She screamed into the phone, as her eyes began watering. “Alright, we will all be right there. We are leaving now.”
She turned to us and began crying, “The business building is on fire!!”
With that, I turned and looked at Joe, then to Dawson, got up and sprinted out of the front door to my car. Dawson was trailing right behind me and piled into my Escalade as we hauled down the driveway to the highway.
Now, my grandpa started a very profitable business after he retired from the medical field, and this is the building that she was talking about.
I was the first person that left the house we were at and sped the entire way there. Dawson was being very uneasy at how fast I was driving, but he knew where my heart was and that’s why I was going over 100. Not only was I the first to leave, but I was the first family member of 13 to arrive on sight, but the police department wouldn’t let me on, but I didn’t give a fuck. I charged onto the property just to see the first flame shoot through the metal roof. As I got out of my car, Dawson came over and put his arm around me to keep me from crying too much.
“They’re going to put it out, right?” I asked, doubtful.
“Yeah, babe,” He replied. “They’re going to take care of everything.”
I ran to talk to one of the firemen to see if I needed to go into the office and try and get some stuff out of it, but that was after I was scolded for speeding all the way here and ignoring an officer’s orders, but it was soon decided that if I could clear the offices, I should.
Three buildings, ten fire departments, a shit ton of tears, and three buildings later, I was still looking at the fire going strong starting on the next building. Firemen had been there in 100-degree weather, fighting a devil of a fire with no such luck. It was then determined that nobody would ever step foot into the 200,000 square foot building again and that just broke my heart. I was sad for all of the employees that needed this job, who depended on this job, and wanted this job. It was soon pushing 9 o’clock that evening and my asthma was starting to kick in from all of the smoke and ash I was breathing. I had been ignoring everyone that had been telling me to go home.
It wasn’t until I collapsed right in front of Dawson that I was in the vehicle being taken home. He wasn’t released to drive yet, but there was no way that he was going to let me drive in the emotional and physical state that I was in. Since he hadn’t gotten a car yet, we took mine and went back out to the lake for the evening.
It was the end of July, so at 10, we were getting into the lake to cool down and wash off and try to relax. I hadn’t looked at myself to see what my face actually looked like, but I had seen Dawson’s, which was half dirty from ash and dirt. He hadn’t gotten involved that much since nobody would let him, but I had been in everything and was getting in everywhere that I could to do something, so I was sure that I was covered from head to toe with soot.
Back in the house, Dawson had prepared the bed for the two of us and crawled in and opened his arm for me. Even though it was the wrong side of the bed, and he knew it, I was too exhausted to protest and was asleep before my head even hit his chest.
The next week was living hell for all of the family. There were so many decisions that we had to make, minor details that had to be adjusted, and a massive clean up project that needed to be planned. Luckily, the entire community came together as one and the family didn’t have to determine that many details. But the hardest of the days for me came three days after the fire when I was finally able to walk into the building again. It was completely gutted and there was nothing that was even noticeable. I knew where everything was supposed to be, but I was too emotional to even function, that’s when I was thankful that I had Dawson by my side.
Through his wreck and the fire, the two of us hadn’t spent much time apart; in fact, we had spent the night every night since he was released from the hospital together. I was sure that our parents were starting to pick up on it, but I didn’t care—my friend needed me and I needed my friend.
Exactly two weeks after the fire, and the week before I moved to school, Dawson, Kelli, and I were watching a movie at Dawson’s dad’s house drinking when I got a call from my mother. It was close to one in the morning and the bottle of Absolut was gone, so I almost ignored the phone, but Kelli answered it for me.
“Where are you?”
“Alright, you need to stay there tonight.”
“Well, I was planning on it anyways. Why are you calling me this late to tell me that?”
“I’m at grandpa’s waiting on the ambulance. He’s in the floor unconscious with blood all around him. We are going to the hospital.”
“WHAT?!” I screamed a little too loudly as I began to cry.
Great, this is just what I needed. From the week vacation that mom and I took before the fire, the fire, a camp I went to, and all of Dawson’s stuff that had been going on, this was the first night that I was able to relax and now I was going to have to be worrying about all of this. Not to mention that I was supposed to be moving to school the next week.
This was finally the breaking point for me through everything that had happened, and I think that the alcohol helped, I lost it all. I cried and cried and cried for a good hour before I was finally able to get myself under control. That was when I got the call that said my grandpa was going to be taken by LifeFlight to a heart hospital because they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him, so I needed to get to the hospital soon if I wanted to see him.
Well, not only had Dawson and I consumed an entire bottle of Absolut, but we had also smoked a pack of cigarettes, so we smelled straight up like a bar. But here we were strolling up into the ER looking drunk as fuck, no shoes, smelling like a bar, and stumbling into the entire waiting room of my family and all of the board members of my grandpa’s company. ‘Grrrrrreat,’ I thought to myself. Dawson and I died a little inside that night.
A week later, it was ready for me to drive out of the driveway and head to school. I was so excited to be moving to school that I could not contain my excitement. I left the night before move in and stayed with Kelli and her sister in her house in the college town, so the two of us could get there first thing in the morning to begin moving in. We got Kelli moved in on Monday and her parents came down and took us both out to lunch and dinner, but it wasn’t until Tuesday that my mom, dad, Joe, and Dawson came to move me into the fraternity house. Dawson had finally gotten a new car, a Range Rover, and was going to stay a couple of nights in town. Not only had Dawson gotten a new car, but my dad was afraid that I would not be able to handle my Escalade in such a small parking lot, that he also surprised me with a brand new car—an X5!! As soon as my parents had left for the evening, after taking us all out to lunch and dinner, Dawson and I decided that we were going to be together for the night. My roommate hadn’t moved in yet and there was nobody on my floor, so it was not a problem that Dawson could stay the night with me in the house.
After that was all finalized, I told him to go get into my car and we would go exploring the town. Thirty minutes later, we found ourselves on the outskirts of town on a kind of deserted road. I looked at him slyly and nodded for the back seat. That night, we broke in both my car and his car for the relationship that the two of us had already built. Since my room only had one other bed in it and a lock on the door, Dawson slept with me for that night and the next.
Then two days after I had gotten settled, it was time for me to drive an hour and fifteen minutes to his town and help him get moved in. As soon as he was done, we did the exact same ritual with our cars on the country roads. I was in heaven. I actually got to stay the night with him one night and had to wake up extra early the next morning to get back to school so I could go to the first cheer practice of the semester. When I told Dawson goodbye, I had no idea that it would be such a long time before we saw each other again.
Even though we lived just an hour and fifteen minutes away, neither one of us ever had a free weekend to visit the other. We were both in frats, both cheerleaders, both carrying 15 hours of college hours, so we were always busy. If I had a home game, he had an away game, and if he had a home game, mine was away. So there was literally no time for us to see each other. Not even 30 extra minutes for us to meet halfway to just say hi to one another. Ultimately, we decided that we would just be better off if we decided to call the relationship quits but remain friends. I thought that sounded childish, but somewhat of a good idea since I had a lot of people that had caught my eye since moving here, so we both decided that would be for the best.
It was still another month before the two of us saw each other again. One night after my game, I decided that I would go back home to my mom’s for the night since Dawson was home, too. That was the end of October. We hadn’t seen each other since the middle of August. Needless to say, after we saw each other, the two of us ended up going back to my dad’s house and fucked for five hours that night. It was great. Sunday came way too fast and we had to say goodbye again to each other.
School was going incredibly fast. Soon, it was time for Thanksgiving break and I knew that I would get to see Dawson again. We hadn’t seen each other since the night in October that we had fucked for five hours straight and a lot had happened since then. There was this one guy that was in my major that caught my eye the first time that I had seen him and I began fantasizing about him ever since. We spent a lot of time together studying since we had a couple of the same classes together. Chance was a little over two years older than I was and was a transfer student. He had gone to a junior college to complete his basics and was transferring her for an athletic program and our major. I was glad for his decision!
Chance and I had been spending a lot of time together. He would always let me come over to his house if I needed to since I lived in the fraternity house and he figured it was hard to concentrate in there. Well the week before Thanksgiving, I was at his house doing some homework while he was watching a movie. Both of his roommates had already gone home for the holiday since it was later in the week, so it was just the two of us.
I was sitting at his dining room table when he came over to look at what I was doing. I hated my economics class and was cussing my professor for giving me homework the weekend before Thanksgiving and an exam the next week. Chance had placed both of his hands on the table next to my computer and placed his chin on my head. I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re making this hard to concentrate, bud,” I said to him.
I could hear the smile in his voice, “I hate to disappoint you, but that isn’t the only thing that’s hard around here.”
I laughed and kept working on my homework. I could tell that Chance wasn’t too happy with my decision. Hell, neither was I, but I had to get this done. If I was lucky, enough, I would pull a C in the class after the final. I could just hear my mom bitching at me for making a C in a class since I maintained a 4.0 in high school and was valedictorian.
Well, fifteen agonizing minutes later, I was finally completed with my assignment. Chance had not left pose with his hands on the table and chin on my head.
“Good, now maybe you can come watch this movie with me. I need some company on the couch!” He said.
Damn, this boy was pretty straightforward. I could not believe what I was hearing him say.
We were cuddled up on the couch for about ten minutes when there was a knock on the door. He asked if I could get it. While I was in the middle of my homework, Chance had ordered us pizza. To complete the greasy entrée, there was beer in the fridge to go with it. It was delicious. Once the pizza was gone and a couple beers apiece had been downed, Chance pulled me into him and cuddled me hard on his couch while staring at the television.
Chance was 22 years old, 6’2”, short brown hair and eyes, with a gorgeous straight white teethed smile, and a golden brown tan to make his eyes and smile pop even more. He was muscular, but was not as defined as anyone I had ever been with before, but he did have some good biceps on him. He was also a member of the cheerleading team, so through our intense workouts, he was defining his body more and more. Anyways, he didn’t have abs and oddly enough, I found that more attractive than anything else.
While he was holding me close, I could feel his breath on my neck and my eye caught something growing in his lap. I had finally come to my senses and admitted to myself that I was attractive, but I couldn’t believe that I could make a guy go hard with just holding me, but I saw with my own two eyes that he was growing harder and harder. The movie was finally over and Chance was still holding me like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t believe that he had not loosened his grip on me the entire evening. I finally broke loose of his death grip on me and got us each another beer out of the fridge. He looked a little disappointed when I didn’t sit as close to him as I had been sitting.
For the next thirty minutes the two of us sat and talked about anything and everything. We talked about our pasts, family, high school, friends, future, and all of the other good stuff. I was finding Chance more and more irresistible as the minutes drug on. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and leaned into him and planted a soft kiss on his lips with no tongue action and sat back down on my feet on the couch. He looked surprised by what I had just done, but then he smiled and sat up on the couch a little more to face me even better. Chance then took his hand and touched my cheek softly and slowly leaned in to find my mouth. His lips were tender and warm against mine. I could feel him exhale through his nose on my face. After a minute or two, he finally slipped his tongue into my mouth. Out of all of the time that I had dated and kissed Jared and Dawson, this was the most passionate kiss that I had ever experienced. He was tender and accurate with every move his tongue, hands, and lips made with my body.
Not only was his hand still on my face, but his other hand was resting on my hip. We had been kissing for about ten minutes and his hands were still where they were when we started. He hadn’t tried to feel me up, get on top of me, or move this action into the bedroom. I couldn’t believe what I was experiencing with Chance. He finally broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around my body as I did the same around his neck.
“Lane, you’re the greatest kisser I have ever kissed. Wow! That was orgasmic!” He said into my neck.
I could feel myself blush but just laughed.
“I hope you don’t think badly of me, but I really like you and I don’t want to rush into anything and cover every base in one night. I want to leave you and I both wanting more, so that the next time we are together, it will be just as powerful as that kiss we just shared.”
I seriously couldn’t believe I was hearing what was being said, but I agreed with that. Even though I was quivering for his mouth to be on my dick, I needed Chance. I wanted Chance. But, in the end, I knew that I had found myself a true gentleman!
Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day.
Give a man religion, and he'll starve praying for a fish.
Nice work. Always remember the old saying, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with."