Love is Strange: A Taboo Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  “Fuck!” I shout, pounding my fist into the cheap ceramic tile next to my head.

  For our entire lives Graham has always been right. It’s so damn annoying too. Just like him.

  As I stand there, my eyes closed, my forehead pressed up against the wall, Graham’s face pops into my head. As furious as I am, the image of him calms me. It always has, even now when I want nothing more than to strangle him.

  I take my hand and squeeze my hard-on gently. It hasn't softened up even a little bit since Graham left our room. I can’t even think straight right now. Graham’s five o’ clock shadow and chiseled body are floating around in my head and it just makes me harder.

  I begin stroking my cock.

  Suddenly, there is another guy with him too. I’m about to get mad at myself for envisioning someone else, but I quickly realize that the other guy is me. I’m kneeling before Graham and he is running his fingers through my hair. He is cupping my cheek with his hand. He leans down, grabs ahold of my face, and kisses me gently. When his hands release my face he stands back up with one hand still gripping my hair.

  In a blink, his pants are gone and I’m grabbing his cock, working it with my hand.

  Then, both of his hands are in my hair and he’s fucking my mouth gently.

  In another blink, he has me bent over my bed fucking me, just like he said he would. It feels good. So wrong, but so, so, good. Then, it doesn’t feel wrong anymore. It feels right. It feels more right than anything has before. The sensation is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt with any of the girls I’ve fucked.

  That feeling has me coming quick, hard, unabashedly. I’m a lot louder than I wanted and expected to be. But that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.

  I’m so fucking screwed.

  Chapter Five

  Graham

  It’s been several days since Griffin and I had our little chat. While he’s still not talking to me, he’s no longer avoiding me. The guys have noticed the tension between us and they’re a little concerned, but it’s not like they’re planning to stage an intervention or anything like that, yet.

  I am running late to my class on Ancient Cultures, so by the time I get there, there’s only one seat left. All the way in the back row, right next to Griff. He tries not to watch me climbing the steps of the lecture hall, heading straight toward him. My eyes never leave his face as I begin closing in on him. I know he can feel the pull we have on one another. I’ve felt it for years while he’s fought it. He finally looks up at me. As soon as we lock eyes, I see him shift in his seat a little and I cock an eyebrow knowingly.

  His face turns red as he places his ankle on his knee trying to hide the tent that is growing larger between his legs. I wink at him as I take my seat but he just closes his eyes and shakes his head.

  Halfway through the lecture, we still haven’t acknowledged each other. I shift in my seat and our legs rub together. It feels like electricity runs through us. Like the kind of shock you get when someone rubs their feet on the carpet and then touches you. Except this shock shook me straight to my core. I pull my leg back from his. Now I’m the one shifting in my seat. I try to focus my mind back on our professor droning on and on about the differences between the Incas and the Aztecs, but there is no point. I doubt I’d be hearing anything else for the rest of class.

  Yearning to have that electricity run through us once again, I take my leg and move it to the right, closer to Griffin’s. I can feel his breathing change next to me. He stills and I look over at him. If anyone else were to look at him right now, they would see a student intent on soaking up all of the knowledge that they can from their professor.

  When I look at him, however, I see an unfocussed glance toward the front of the lecture hall. I see a throbbing in his neck that wasn’t noticeable until just a few moments ago. I see an energy rolling off of him that tells me he’s turned on at the promise of connection.

  I move my leg closer. I can feel the hair on our legs begin to intertwine and dance with each other. Pulling on one another. Begging to be held closer.

  With one final move of my leg, I close the distance between us. His skin is on fire, intense heat licking its way out from his core. Telling me that he wants more, needs more. More of anything that I can give him. There is so much more that I have for him and I can’t wait to deliver.

  When class is over, Griffin grabs his notebook and literally runs out of the classroom.

  “Griffin!” I shout, following him out as quickly as I can. He’s about 50 feet ahead of me and I see him hang a right into the men’s bathroom up the hall.

  I follow him, expecting the door to be locked. I brace myself for when the door doesn’t budge, but to my surprise it opens immediately.

  Once I’m inside, I feel myself being pulled into the stall closest to the door. Once I’m over the threshold, Griffin closes the door and pushes me backward into it. He has me boxed in, one hand on either side of my head. He is staring at me and panting. I’m smart enough to know that the panting isn’t from his hurrying to get out of the classroom.

  We stand there, eyes locked, breathing heavily.

  Griffin

  Standing in the stall with Graham backed up into the door, stuck between my arms that are holding him in place, my breathing picks up and I can’t control it. He reaches up with his hands and grabs onto my biceps. I roar, like a fucking animal, right in his face. Then, everything feels like it’s on fast forward.

  His hands come up to my face, cupping my cheeks. My hands end up covering his. He’s turning us around so he has me backed up against the door now. He takes my hands in his and holds them up over my head, securing them between one of his. Before I can stop him, his lips crash into mine. I close my eyes tightly, waiting for my mind, body, and soul to reject these unfamiliar feelings, but that never happens.

  I feel Graham’s hands all over my body. He’s rubbing my chest under my shirt. He’s reaching around and grabbing my ass. He’s rubbing his leg up against mine again.

  Then, before I even know what happens, he slips his hand underneath the waist band of my shorts. He quickly maneuvers his hand inside of the hole in the front of my boxer briefs and grabs hold of my dick. He begins working his hand back and forth and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

  “Stop, I’m going to come if you don’t slow down,” I whisper.

  “That’s the point,” Graham shoots back at me. But he does end up slowing down his movements to a more bearable speed.

  He removes his hand from mine and he brings it to the button on my shorts. He unbuttons and pulls them down a bit taking my boxers with them. At the same time, with his other hand, he begins cupping my balls. In the next moment, he crouching down in front of me, licking up the shaft of my cock and swirling his tongue around the tip. He moves back down to the base before taking turns sucking each of my balls into his mouth playing with them using his tongue.

  “Jesus, Graham. Fuck!” I whisper scream, my voice thick with lust.

  Just as I am about to explode, he moves his mouth back up to my cock and deep throats it, taking it in all the way to the base.

  “Oh, my God,” his mouth breaks free of my cock and he removes both his t-shirt as well as his undershirt.

  “I want you to run your fingers through my hair, tug on it, and use it to fuck my face with your cock. Think you can do that?” he asks, looking up at me.

  I swallow and shake my head yes as I grab his hair, exactly as he said to. He takes his undershirt and begins jerking himself off.

  He sticks my cock back into his mouth and I begin moving his head back and forth. Once I get a little momentum going, I hold his head still and begin fucking his mouth like he asked.

  “Are you sure about this?” I slow a little and ask him. He looks up at me and removes my cock from his mouth.

  “Griffin, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. I’m one-hundred percent positive. Now fuck my face like a good boy.”


  His words send tingles all the way through my body and has me impaling his mouth with my cock once more. This is the best blow-job I’ve ever gotten. And I’ve had plenty. And it’s being given to me by my fucking brother. I’m waiting for the feelings of shame to come. I’m screaming at myself that this is wrong. That it’s disgusting. But I can’t lie to myself any longer. Not only does this feel like the most real thing in the entire world, but it’s also pure, unadulterated, bliss.

  “Oh shit,” I pant.

  “Griffin? Is that you bro?” I hear a familiar voice ask.

  My eyes shoot open and I freeze where I am. It’s Van.

  “Haha you fucking pimp, man. Who’s the lucky lady this time?”

  I look down at Graham, dick still in his mouth. Smile on his face. Completely unphased. I don’t know what to do. I hold my hands out and shrug my shoulder. A look of pure terror on my face.

  Graham takes me out of his mouth and answers Van as I just about have a heart attack. My life is over. Graham is about to ruin everything. I try telling him to keep his mouth shut, but he’s too quick.

  “Yeah man, you remember Gigi, don’t you?” His voice is only slightly different than mine, so it’s believable that it’s me talking. Especially in the echoes of the bathroom.

  “Oh, shiiit, yo! I’ll let you crazy kids get back to it!” Van says as he laughs and walks over to the urinal.

  I stand there, my head back against the door of the stall, begging for this to be the quickest piss of his life. My hands are working to bat Graham away from my dick for the time being. But he is relentless and ends up getting my cock back in his mouth. I try to keep my cool, allowing Graham’s mouth around my cock to help me to relax. He’s still jerking away at his own cock. I feel bad that he’s working to get both of us off at the same time, but he started this shit the second he began rubbing his leg up against mine.

  Finally, I hear Van flush the urinal and walk over to the sink to wash his hands. The sink is on for quite a while before he’s done. I roll my eyes, Jesus Van, could you take any longer?

  Before I know it, the sink goes off and the door opens and closes. That’s weird, I expected him to say something ridiculously ‘Van’ as he left. Oh well, at least he’s gone.

  “Come on, we need to go,” I say to Graham.

  “We’re not going anywhere until we’re finished here,” he takes my hands and places them on his head once again.

  “Fuck it. You know you want to,” he orders.

  His words spur me on and have me moving my dick faster, in and out of his talented mouth.

  Within moments, we were both coming. Graham swallows everything that I give him and then licks my dick and balls clean. When he stands, he pushes me back up against the door and grabs both sides of my face. He pulls me in for a kiss and the taste of him mixing with my come is surprisingly welcome.

  We stand there breathing heavy as if we’ve run a marathon. Damn, it feels like I have though.

  “I’m going to go. I have another class in 20 minutes,” Graham says, grabbing a piece of gum from his pocket and popping it into his mouth. “I’ll see you at home.”

  I hear him walk over to the sink and wash his hands. I stand in the stall for several more minutes wondering what the fuck just happened. Now that I’m down off of my high, I am questioning and regretting everything. A feeling just like buyer’s remorse creeping into my gut. I stop and really think about it. I remind myself how wonderful everything felt. Is it wrong when it feels so good? When it feels so damn right?

  Once I gain better control of my breathing, I refasten my pants and grab my notebook off of the floor. I head over to the sink, wash my hands and splash water on my face. I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. The face looking back at me is full of happiness. The face looking back at me is content. I smile slightly before grabbing a paper towel and drying my hands and face.

  As I exit the bathroom and walk down the hall toward the doors leading to the quad, I look up and right into the face of my best friend, Van.

  The face looking back at me is disgusted. The face looking back at me is full of regret.

  Chapter Six

  Graham

  When I get back to the house, I grab a snack and head upstairs to our room. I have a lot of studying to get done and I need to start now, before the big mixer tonight.

  I get to our room and open the door. Griffin is sitting on his bed, furiously biting his nails.

  “Griff? What’s up?” I ask. Griffin stops the assault on his nails and looks at me.

  “Oh, nothing much… just the fact that VAN SAW US in the bathroom!”

  “Shhh… keep your fucking voice down. And, what? No he didn’t, he thought it was you and Gigi, remember?”

  “No, Graham. He was waiting in the hallway when I left the bathroom. He came up to me and wanted to know where Gigi was. I told him that I didn’t know where she went when she left. Then, he asked me what the fuck you were doing in there with us. He said that he saw two pairs of feet under the stall through the mirror when he was at the sink washing his hands. And neither of them belonged to Gigi. When he left, he walked down the hall a little and waited to see who came out. Imagine his surprise when he saw you walk out and not Gigi.”

  “Oh, shit,” I respond, before a quiet settles itself between us for a few moments.

  “Well, let’s think,” I speak up. “There has to be something we can say to make him believe that we weren’t in there together.”

  “Damn it, Graham! This is all your fucking fault!”

  “Don’t you fucking dare act like this is all on me. You were the one who pulled me into that stall.”

  “Yeah, but you were the one who followed me into the bathroom!”

  “Stop! Fighting about this isn’t going to fix anything. We need to talk to Van and see if we can explain it all.”

  “Fuck. This is so fucked up. We’re so fucked up,” Griffin mutters, shaking his head.

  “We are not fucked up. Don’t say that ever again,” I answer.

  “What, you think we’re normal? You’re delusional. I’m not going to stand here and pretend that I didn’t like it, but I’m also not going to stand here trying to convince myself that this is anything other than fucked up.”

  “We both know that you don’t really mean that.”

  At that moment, there is a knock on our door. I stand, rooted to the spot, scared out of my mind at who is on the other side of that door and why they’re here. Griffin is right, this is fucked up and we need to figure a way out of it, fast.

  Griffin

  Graham walks over to the door and opens it slightly. Van is there with a look of hatred on his face.

  “What’s up, man?” Graham asks.

  “Oh, hey Gigi,” Van answers.

  “Van, please, come in so we can explain. Please,” Graham begs.

  I am surprised when he actually listens and enters the room.

  I am sitting on my bed and Graham walks over to his desk and takes a seat in his desk chair. Van stands, stiff as a board, next to the door.

  “Listen, Van,” Graham starts,” I really don’t know what to say to you. There is nothing that I am going to be able to say to try and make you believe that you didn’t see what you saw. But can you find it in yourself to keep this secret for us?”

  “God, you guys,” Van starts, an almost pained expression on his face. “I feel like I have so many questions, but I have no idea where to start!”

  “Griffin? What the fuck dude? What are you? Gay? Bi? We just had a fucking orgy with three girls the other night. Oh my God, were you picturing you and me together that night? Were you picturing you and Graham together that night? Does this have something to do with why you ran out right after you got off?”

  “Oh my God, don’t even answer any of those questions… I don’t want to know.”

  He turns around with his hands up in the air in frustration and heads toward the door. He opens it but then stops. He closes it and tu
rns back around.

  “How long has this been going on? Your whole lives? Did something happen to you when you were little or something?”

  “Today was the first time,” I answer.

  “Yeah, right.” Van spits back.

  “I swear, Van. I’ve never lied to you.”

  Van moves forward and motions his hands to Graham and then to me, back to Graham, then back to me.

  “What the fuck do you call this?” he asks in exasperation.

  “This is different. I didn’t know about,” I move my hands back and forth between Graham and me, “whatever this is until just after that night with the girls.”

  “I mean, what? Did it take you cumming in Gigi’s pussy to trigger an epiphany or something?

  “I was having issues getting and staying hard with Gigi. I’ve had this issue a lot in the past, but I was usually at a party, drinking before hooking up with girls. I’ve always blamed it on the alcohol. I truly believed that’s what was happening.

  “But the other night when it was all of us, that was the first time there has ever been another guy around. Gigi was doing okay, but it wasn’t until I saw the girls and you that I was really able to get hard.”

  “Ewww,” Van turns a gross shade of green and looks as if he’s going to lose his cookies at any moment.

  “But,” I interrupt Van before he has a chance to run away and puke, “it wasn’t until I noticed Graham watching us from above that I was able to finish.”

  Van turns from green to white and looks like he’s ready to pass out. I hop off of my bed and move him back toward my desk so he can sit in the chair. He takes a seat and puts his head between his hands. His elbows resting on his knees.

  The three of us sit in silence. I have no idea what to say next. I hope Graham stays quiet, too. I am dying to know what Van is thinking. He’s my best friend. He and I can usually talk about anything.