by Allison
First removing Jeremy’s shoes, he proceeded by reaching up and unbuttoned Jeremy’s pants, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs. Jeremy lifted his hips to make the work easier. Again, Jeremy went through the motions of their sexual routine, but there was no joy in it for him. Instead of the fluttering of his heart, the tickling sensation on his skin, his senses seemed dulled, as if they were muffled.
Once Jeremy was freed of his pants and briefs, Andrew lay on top of him, taking his mouth in a hungry kiss once again. As his tongue massaged Jeremy’s, he moaned and his cock grew rigid, pressing against Jeremy’s thigh. He slid back onto his knees and removed Jeremy’s shirt so he lay naked on the bed.
Divested of clothing, he watched Andrew as he got up and stripped, putting on a show as he removed each article of clothing. He removed his pants, rotating his hips, giving Jeremy a good view of the ass he so often admired. Andrew’s boxer briefs hugged his muscled waist and bulged out for each round mound of flesh of his ass. His erect cock pressed the front of his briefs and leaked until a wet spot of precum soaked through.
Jeremy reached down to stroke his own cock which was still flaccid. Andrew undressing for him had always caused his cock rise to attention.
Andrew removed the rest of his clothes then knelt between Jeremy’s legs. “Hmm. I think we need to take care of this.” He leaned forward and nipped at the inside of Jeremy’s thigh. Working his way up, he nuzzled his nose against Jeremy’s balls, inhaling deeply, then took one testicle into his mouth. Andrew rolled the nugget, tugging gently with suction to add a bit of pressure.
Jeremy reached down to grip his own cock, but found he had only become partially hardened. What the hell is wrong with me?
He closed his eyes, unwilling to admit why his body was failing him at this crucial moment. As Andrew’s mouth slid down his shaft, taking the whole length, he sighed and arched his hips, causing Andrew’s plump lips to press against his pubic bone. He enjoyed the warmth and wetness, but his arousal seemed to remain dulled.
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An image of Craig grabbing him on Friday night entered his mind. Their lips were pressed together, hot hands rubbing and touching him. Craig’s tongue massaged his, playfully dancing in his mouth. As he recalled this, his cock began to grow and fill with blood.
“That’s it, baby. You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?”
Jeremy groaned, and looked down at Andrew as he thrust himself all the way down his throat. This is wrong. I should be thinking about Andrew. Jeremy closed his eyes as Andrew swirled his tongue around his shaft. Craig grabbed his cock through his jeans, his hot hands rubbing him, causing precum to leak into his briefs. At the thought, his cock jumped and he felt precum escape from the tip and into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew wet a finger and worked it into Jeremy’s crease, running the tip in circles around his hole.
Jeremy groaned once again, more precum leaking from his cock. His eyes closed, images of things they had done, things he wished they had done, formed, faded, and reformed in his mind, feeding into the frenzy building up inside him. He lowered his head, fulfilling his need to take Craig into his mouth. The pungent scent of his best friend filled his senses and the sweet tang of Craig’s juices stimulated his senses of taste and smell. Craig withdrew from his mouth and pushed him onto his back, teasing his hole with a wet finger, running it in circles around his opening.
Andrew slipped his finger into Jeremy’s hole, twisting and curving the tip so it rubbed against the silky skin inside his ass. Once Jeremy’s ring had loosened to one of Andrew’s fingers, he slid in a second and then a third. The stretch in his ass sent shivers through Jeremy and his nipples stood up, rigid and electrified, while his legs trembled and his insides quivered with pleasure.
Craig got up on his knees, leaning over him with his fingers still buried deep inside his hole while using the hand of his free arm to support his weight. He gazed down at him. “Open your eyes.” Craig’s command filled him with excitement, his only desire to obey. He gazed at Craig, his face revealing lust and desire. A warm smile spread across Craig’s face and mischief gleamed in his blue eyes. “You love my fingers in your ass. You love the stretch, the burn. You want my cock, don’t’ you?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Please. I need you.” Jeremy hadn’t realized he spoke out loud. So focused on his fantasy of Craig, he thought he had been talking in his head to the image of the man bringing him blissful fulfillment.
Andrew removed his fingers and brought his knees up between Jeremy’s legs, forcing them apart. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”
Jeremy opened his eyes, disappointed to find Andrew kneeling above him. He obeyed, lifting his hips, forcing the shock from his face. “I’m ready for you. You already got me good and loose.”
Andrew pressed the head of his cock against Jeremy’s opening and applied pressure. Jeremy arched his hips, taking all of Andrew at once. He gasped at the burn and pleasure, closing his eyes once again. Craig hovered inches above his face. He rested his weight on his elbows and forearms, supporting his muscular frame as he pressed his entire body against Jeremy’s bringing them together, skin to skin, sliding with sweat and heat against one 152
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another. Jeremy’s body shook, every nerve coming alive. Craig leaned down and took Jeremy’s mouth as he pushed his cock all the way into his ass.
Jeremy wrapped his legs around Craig’s waist, maneuvered his body so Craig’s cock hit his prostate with each thrust and drove his tongue into Craig’s mouth, kissing him with all of the love, passion, and need flowing through him. Craig continued to pump, increasing his pace and striking the sensitive gland over and over, only releasing Jeremy from kisses to gasp phrases, telling him how good he felt. “Your body is on fire. Your heat on my cock is driving me crazy. I love being inside you. I want to make you feel so good.” Each statement sent thrills of satisfaction and excitement through Jeremy, heightening his pleasure.
Jeremy’s mind went fuzzy. His breathing became shallow and his hips began to gyrate, fucking back onto the cock thrusting inside him. Though the other man’s moans were Andrew’s, Jeremy didn’t want the fantasy to end. He didn’t want to open his eyes and lose the image of Craig bringing him so close to orgasm. His thoughts were wrong, but he didn’t care. Craig loving him, giving him this pleasure, sent a tingling current of electricity through his body. A frenzied excitement rushed from head to toe and back again, forcing his hairs to stand on end and his mind to reel with images of the man he loved; wanting Craig’s release to explode inside him. “Oh God. I’m getting so close.”
The pounding came hard and fast. Each thrust like a sledgehammer, banging against his prostate. Blissful pain and pleasure joined together into a blinding fury of passion.
“Yes. Fuck me hard. I’m gonna come.” Jeremy’s entire body tensed. White lights danced behind his tightly closed lids. Every hair on his body stood on end as wave after wave of ecstasy filled every inch of his body. Finally unable to hold out any longer, his muscles clenched as the first gush of semen flew out of him. “Oh my God. Craig!”
The moment the word escaped his lips, he realized what he had done, but the rapturous sensations flooding him were too intense for him to care. Stream after stream of cum pulsed out of him. The first jet hitting his cheek, several splattered onto his chest, and several more flowed out of his cock and onto his belly. When he could finally focus, he realized he had not even touched himself.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and peered up, confronted by Andrew staring at him with a pained expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” He closed his mouth. Nothing would make up for shouting out Craig’s name, especially at this particular juncture in their strained relationship.
Andrew slowly withdrew from Jeremy and got up from the bed.
Resting his weight on his elbows, Jeremy faced him. “I’m sorry.”
Before going int
o the bathroom, Andrew turned to him. “I can’t believe you just did that.” He went into the bathroom and closed the door.
He heard Andrew turn on the shower. Guilt racked him. The entire time, he had been aware of his fantasy; had needed it in order to become aroused. And once he called out Craig’s name, instead of losing his ability to reach orgasm, he experienced one of his greatest releases ever.
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Jeremy slapped his hands to his face, whispering a single word to the empty room.
“Fuck.” He lay in bed, aware he had hurt Andrew to the core, and even more aware that nothing would make it right.
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Chapter Sixteen
Craig threw himself into work for the rest of the week, the first to arrive and the last to leave. He went directly to Janet’s after work, bringing a laptop with him and working until exhaustion made focus impossible. He would then go to bed and start the cycle over the next day. He could live with this routine for a while. It allowed him to escape into his imagination and tap into his creativity while protecting him from facing the hurt and humiliation he had experienced.
At the end of the week, Craig went to his doctor to get the results of his HIV test. As he expected, he was negative, but he left the doctor’s office only marginally comforted.
Although he suffered no physical scars from his eight years with Robert, he still had to deal with the fallout of remaining in an emotionally abusive relationship.
He had always thought of himself as strong. The fact he had chosen to stay with Robert despite his unhappiness haunted him. How would he be able to let himself trust anyone else if he couldn’t trust himself to make good decisions?
He spent the weekend buried in books, reading all day long, only stopping to cook meals. The weather remained beautiful, the heat that came with June only a week away, but Craig kept himself holed up inside the apartment.
On Monday, while in the middle of a project for one of Boris’s clients, Janet came into his office and closed the door behind her. “I want to talk to you, Craig. I know I don’t usually have serious discussions with you, so I’m kind of nervous. Can you let me finish before you say anything. You may not like everything I have to say.”
Craig swiveled in his chair and faced Janet, who sat on the edge of his desk. “Sure.
Shoot.”
She stared at Craig, remaining silent until he faced her. “I’m worried about you. I understand it hasn’t been long, but you are heading in the absolute wrong direction.
You are isolating yourself and won’t even let your friends help and that’s not like you.”
As she gazed at him, concern evident on her face. “I hated Robert after you had been dating for only a few months. We all did. We had no idea why you liked him.
Opposites attract, but you guys were polar; different species.”
Craig rolled his eyes forcing Janet to back-track. “Okay, I’m exaggerating, but you get my point. Robert had a bad effect on you. You even said so yourself when you called me to ask to stay with me. I want to make sure you don’t shut yourself off from finding love again. No one expects you to jump back on the bandwagon anytime soon, pardon the cliché. Eight years is a long time and you need time to grieve and process, but if you shut down, you may not find your way back when you’re ready. You’re way too special to me for me to sit by and allow you to close yourself off to finding love again.”
Craig stared at her. The thought of going out for a drink caused his gut to recoil. “I know you mean well, Janet, but—”
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“Listen, please. You need to go out. Don’t date, but go be around people. Have fun.
You’ve taken a huge step forward. No matter how much you think this rock you’ve been hiding under for the past week will protect you from getting hurt, the fact is, you got out of a bad relationship on your own. None of us pushed you. Now that you found your strength, go out and enjoy your freedom. You haven’t played the field for eight fuckin’ years…literally. I can’t even begin to imagine sucking the same cock for that long.”
Craig chuckled, but remained silent, waiting to see if Janet had anything more to say. When she sat quietly, looking at him, he decided he could safely speak. “Honestly, I don’t want to go out and make new friends, or date, or fuck around. I need some time to remove myself from the whole scene, to find myself again and figure out why I allowed myself to go so long in such a rotten situation.”
Janet nodded. “Okay, understandable, but if you want to wait until you figure yourself out, you’ll be waiting for the rest of your life. None of us ever figures ourselves out, and when we think we have a pretty good idea of who we are, we change. I’ll tell you some things that haven’t changed in the twelve years we’ve been friends.”
Craig leaned back in his chair, settling in for round two of Janet’s pep talk. “You’re a kind and loving person. You go out of your way to help others and put their needs before your own, sometimes to a fault. Robert is a case-in-point. You’re outgoing, funny, and make friends easier than anyone I’ve ever met. You’re the biggest klutz in the world. Most importantly, you are one of my best friends and I want to make sure you don’t shut down completely. So here’s the deal. Get the fuck out of here by five o’clock and go out to bars or someplace else. Meet guys as friends. Test the waters.”
Janet meant well, but she didn’t seem to understand how frozen he felt. “I don’t want to make new friends right now or to date and test the waters. I spent the last eight years in a relationship and allowed myself to remain miserable half of the time. Jeremy shows up in my life once again and I screw that up royally. Why in the hell would I want to expose myself to more pain? So I can wake up eight years from now and realize I fucked everything up even more? There’s a plan I’d like to witness.”
Janet pursed her lips. “Why don’t you leave the sarcasm to me?” Craig glared at her and her demeanor softened. “All I’m saying is be careful about closing yourself off.”
Craig sank back in his chair. “I’m hyper-defensive and sensitive right now.”
“I know you are, sweetie, and I don’t expect this to happen overnight, but promise me you’ll think about what I said and be careful not to shut down.” She stood up and headed towards the door, but stopped abruptly, turning around. “Oh, I almost forgot.”
She walked over to him and gave him a hug “I wanted to tell you how much I love having you as a roomie. I almost got a cat, so you saved my ass from becoming that single, crazy cat-lady.”
Craig laughed. “Thanks. I worried I was taking advantage and had started looking for new places.”
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“Well, take all the time you need. You can stay as long as you like or until I find a boyfriend who I want to move in with. I’ll evict your ass when that happens. So I’d say you’ve got a few…decades.”
“Do I detect someone who can’t take her own advice?”
Janet gave Craig a kiss on the forehead. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you too.” Craig smacked her ass as she turned around, and was rewarded by a giggle.
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Jeremy sat on one of the benches lining the playground, watching his students during recess. The minimal effort required to watch the children and the warm weather leant themselves to idle thought and reflection. It had been a week and he still couldn’t believe he had called out Craig’s name during sex with Andrew. Although Andrew had forgiven him, the days that followed had been tense. Jeremy had tried to fight the truth; nothing would be the same. Not only because of Monday and his monumental fumble in bed, but because they had grown apart. It was hard to admit that eight years of being together was coming to an end, but knowing the direction things were going relieved him as well. He le
aned back on the bench, tilting his head to face the sun. When he glanced at his students, he was surprised to find Seth staring up at him. “Hi, Mr. Finn.”
“Hi, Seth. Why aren’t you playing with your friends?” Seth had been playing more with the other kids and had become less reserved in class since the field trip to Spectacular Designs.
“I came over because you looked sad. Are you sad about something?” Jeremy marveled at the sweet directness of children and the utter lack of hidden meaning in their questions.
“No, I’m not sad.” Jeremy would miss having this kid in his class next year.
“Really? Because you look sad.”
The conversation made him uncomfortable. He was sad, but the reason couldn’t be discussed with a seven-year-old child. “I’m thinking about things, but I’m okay. Why don’t you go and play with your friends?”
Seth sat on the bench next to Jeremy. “I think you’re sad about something.”
Clearly, Seth wouldn’t leave him alone unless he said something. “What makes you think so?”
“You look the same as my mommy and daddy did when they told me they were getting a divorce.” He delivered his statement with innocence, cutting straight to Jeremy’s heart.
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lost best friend while being fucked through a mattress? “Maybe I’m a little sad, but I’m okay.”
Seth’s expression became serious for a minute. “Did you love someone, but you don’t love them anymore?”
“Something like that, I guess.”
