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Friends til the End Ch. 02

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CH. 2



Finals came and went. Okay not really they came consumed our lives and ruined relationships and then went. Either way it was all worth it now that school was done with…forever. Okay once again not forever but for a few short months until Kyle and I go off to UCLA. We made it! It turns out Zihlman didn t give any crap to Kyle for his paper so in essence I didn t really need to help him with it a few weeks ago and the whole embarrassing incident could ve been avoided. Although bitching about it now doesn t really do much the damage has been done. The funny thing is that Kyle doesn t seem fazed at all. He stills jokes with me about being gay (that fucking bitch Missy) but what teenage boys don t joke about each others sexual orientation? Honest to God at Thurgood Hey fag was the new What s up? Anyway he never brought up the incident again and he certainly doesn t treat me any differently. It s like it never happened. Me on the other hand I m completely baffled. I don t know what this means. Am I gay? I don t think I am… I find women attractive yet am unable to have sex with them. I chalk it up to just being so emotionally connected to the guy I mean he s been my best friend for 15 years and I had just ended my relationship with Missy (or so it seems) so I figured my mind was just on sensory overload and reacted like any healthy male teenager would ve reacted if someone was rubbing against his package. Right? Right.



I didn t want to sit around the house for the few months I had off and wallow in my sexual confusion so I decided to get a job at Palms the local recreational center working as a Tennis Instructor s Assistant . This title in itself was odd I mean why does a tennis instructor need an assistant? Regardless the pay was great (for someone just out of high school) and I d be surrounded by excellent sports facilities that I had full access to.



Is there a racquetball court there?



Yes.



A swimming pool?



Duh.



A sauna?



Yes damn it. They have everything there.



Okay okay. Keep your dick in your pants…please.



Fuck you asshole.



Once again Kyle s ribbing had gotten the best of me. I had just finished my training and was in a lousy mood. This walk home was gonna be a long one if it continued this way.



So I mean why the hell did you take a Tennis Instructor s Assistant job? When was the last time you actually played tennis? Freshman year?



Hey! I was pretty good at tennis. Obviously if there had been a wrestling-related job I would ve gone for it. I guess they needed someone quickly and since I have a lot of experience in sports they figured I was their best bet. Besides it s $13.50 an hour and I get to ogle the goodies on all the tennis chicks.



Shit you know I ll be visiting you twenty-four seven.



I don t think Jenna would like that very much.



He shot me a nervous glance.



I m just fucking with you! He nervously chuckled. Don t tell Jenna I said that.



I couldn t hold back the snort of laughter that came out.



I m not kidding man! She s become so damn possessive of me ever since she found out I wasn t going to USC. She won t let me go anywhere without her and she makes me call every hour on the hour. Hell she damn near ripped my head off when I told her I was gonna meet you at Palms and find out how your interview went. She swore I was meeting my whore on the side .



Pfft. And you said I was whipped when I was with Missy.



I shuddered at the sound of her name.



After about 10 minutes of brisk walking we arrived at Buster s the local pizza and beer joint. The fact that we were only 19 didn t stop us from enjoying alcoholic beverages. Since Kyle had been a part time employee there since he was 14 we pretty much had full access to the bar and Kyle s rapport with Vince the manager gave us plenty of benefits.



We sat down at our usual corner table with its gaudy plaid tablecloth and worn-out red leather booth seats.



Kenny we ll take the usual! Kyle screamed across the way. So what s up with you and her? Is it really over?



Missy? Uh…YEAH. She s a damn psycho. And a nympho. I can t keep up.



I heard she s been asking about you. You know what you re up to and if you re working.



I hadn t spoken with her since that fateful day in the bathroom. I didn t even give her the obligatory hug at our graduation. It s not that I hated her I mean you couldn t really hate someone who looked like she does but rather I felt that our relationship had ran its course and it was simply someone else s turn.



Who cares? The only thing I miss is my Letterman jacket I left in her room. That thing cost me a mint.



Here you go guys. Two Buds and a cheese pizza.



A young handsome guy had come over and placed down the deliciously greasy pizza.



Thanks man replied Kyle. I haven t seen you around here? You new?



Yeah actually. My family just moved from Yuma and my dad s a good friend of Vince s so he hooked me up with a job as a menial pizza-serving waiter. The name s Corey.



Good to meet you we both rang in unison.



My name s Kyle and this is Adam.



I nodded in acknowledgement.



I myself am a menial waiter here Kyle added.



Oh sorry man. I didn t mean to offend—



—Ha! You didn t offend me man I know how it is. I ve been working here since I was 14.



At this point their conversation was drowned out. I saw lips moving but heard no words I was too busy drinking in Corey. He too was rather tall. I would say 6 2 . His short spiky jet-black hair seemed groomed to perfection. His eyebrows were handsomely thick and perfectly complemented his icy-blue eyes. His square jaw was hypnotizing so defined and cut like it was carved out of a slab of marble. And those lips so full and thick perfectly paired with a mouthful of perfect teeth that he was constantly flashing and his face was only the beginning. That prominent Adam s apple tight pecs what was sure to be washboard abs beneath his thin cotton t-shirt damn-near perfects calves and a fairly large bulge in his khaki board shorts—Wait. What?? What the hell is wrong with me?? What am I doing? Shit. I m staring at the guy like he s some hot chick. Maybe I should ve taken the number of that therapist my mom wanted me to see.



So what do you think Ad?



The question brought me back from my eye-raping session with Corey.



Huh?



Shit man are you thinking about Eldridge s tits again?



This too was a long-running joke that we had going. Mrs. Eldridge –being our 56 year old Government teacher—had tits that she could damn near trip over.



You re sick asshole.



What I was saying was if you d be able to get Corey into that fancy tennis class of yours.



Uh well I don t know. I haven t even met the instructor yet and I think it would be kinda presumptuous to bring someone in and insist that they be enrolled. I mean I ll try and bring it up after I get to know the guy.



Aw come on I m sure if you just you know do him a favor he ll let Corey in aces.



I felt the blood rushing to my face and go all the way to the tips of my ears. I was damn near about to slam his face into the greasy untouched pizza on the table when I saw Corey smirk. I know that smirk. That s the I Know What You re Talkin About smirk.



I tried to think up a quip as fast as my brain would operate.



Oh yeah? I m sure if you…You re the…



Yeah yeah. Too slow. Whatever.



I slumped back in my chair a sign of resignation and defeat. I had been thoroughly embarrassed and beaten. Corey hung around for another minute or two before Kenny yelled for him to get his GQ-looking ass over here and give the paying customers their pizza.



Corey said his See ya later s and I nodded in acknowledgement yet again. He started to walk away when suddenly I felt the urge to yell I m not actually gay by the way!



Oh. God.



Kyle starts howling with laughter and a few other customers snicker. Corey only flashes his perfect smile and salutes me. It s official: I m a damn idiot. Not only was I embarrassed but now I was pissed. People were going to start believing this shit.



Once Corey was out of sight and I stopped receiving weird glances from the patrons in Busters I reached across the table and punched Kyle square in the arm.



OW! What was that for?!?



As if he didn t know.



Dude what the fuck?! That was humiliating!



Chill man we re all men here he said as he finally took a swig of his beer and rubbed the sore spot on his arm.



I felt like that kid in elementary school. You know the one I m talking about. The teacher asks a question and the kid is so sure he has the right answer so he just yells it out before some other greedy kid gets a chance to but then realizes that he s wrong once all the other kids start laughing at him. It s a bad feeling.



Whatever. You re an ass.



I got up to leave and threw a crumpled $10 bill on the table. Kyle was unfazed as usual.



See you after work tomorrow?



Fuck off.



Cool. I ll pick you up at 6.



Kyle was smiling and so was I as I pushed through the dingy double glass doors. He is an ass but he knows I ll forgive him for pretty much anything.



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I was halfway home when it started to rain so I had to run a few blocks to avoid catching a cold. I arrived at the front door panting and sweating even though it was raining out.



Mom! Ben! Anyone home?



I assumed they were still at the parent-teacher conference meeting.



Ben had been having problems socializing with other kids for as long as I can remember. I blame my dad for that. The asshole left my mom when she was 7 months pregnant with Ben and when he was born she never had the chance to properly socialize him due to the fact that she was working 2 jobs and going to night school. I keep telling Ben that it s just because he s so damn smart like Stephen Hawking or something– except for the whole wheelchair and robot-voice box thing—which is why he s always separating himself his brilliance gives him the right to be highly selective with friends.



I ran upstairs and kicked off my wet tan chinos and threw my not-so-white Ralph Lauren shirt in the hamper. This was my only nice outfit . The outfit I wore to job interviews weddings funerals school dances and the like.



I turned on the shower and ran back into my bedroom for my dirty little vice. I jogged over to my CD rack grabbed my Motley Crue CD opened the case and pulled my George Michael: Greatest Hits CD from its deceptive cover and pop it into the boombox in the bathroom. If anyone found out about this I could kiss my so-called heterosexual title goodbye.



I put it on track 09 Faith and stupidly jumped into the shower before testing the water one more.



MOTHERFUCKER that s cold!



After promptly turning up the hot water I tried to sing along with George as I did my best to dance in my tiny shower.



Well I need someone to hold me but I ll wait for something more–



I stopped and realized how gay I m acting at this moment so I immediately quit singing and just stood there. I need to stop this.



I squeezed out a huge dollop of Herbal Essences and started massaging my scalp. I closed my eyes and a groan of contentment escaped my throat. I began to think about work but I couldn t seem to focus. I kept thinking about the embarrassment at Buster s the people snickering and Corey s knowing smirk. His smirk…his perfect teeth his washboard abs.



I don t know what came over me but it felt like the blood was draining from one head to the other. My fingers wrapped around my filling cock and I slowly began to jerk off. Corey s body…Those blue blue eyes…those muscular arms…My breathing became faster. My hand was becoming a blur on my now rock-hard cock. He s on his knees in front of me…he grabs my ass and puts my steel cock inches away from his lips…he licks the sweet nectar dripping from me…My knees began to shake and I felt that all familiar feeling in my balls. He swallows me whole and I can feel my dick hitting the back of his throat…I grab his head and begin fucking it relentlessly…he groans in pleasure and slaps my ass in encouragement… Oh baby I love your cock… I want you to fuck me all night long… I want your cock up my tight little ass and I want you to come inside of me …I couldn t hold back anymore. Ropes of hot thick semen sprayed the shower wall and I had to grab the soap tray as my knees buckled so I didn t crack my head open if I actually collapsed. My legs wouldn t stop trembling and my chest was still heaving as I slowly sat down in the tub. The hot water from the showerhead was getting a little bit colder but I didn t care.



That was the most intense jerk-off session that I ve ever had. And it was…thinking of a man. Holy shit. I am gay.



I can t be. I CAN T be.



The hot water had run out but I couldn t seem to get myself to get out of the tub.



After what seemed to be hours I finally got out turned off the boombox wrapped a towel around my waist and gave myself a long hard look in the mirror and said it.



I m gay.



Nothing.



Hi I m a homosexual!



I m an idiot.



I think about naked men and jerk off in my shower!



I actually let out a giggle at this.



Jesus Adam. What s wrong with you? I say to myself.



Walking out of the bathroom I feel like I ve had some sort of epiphany some sort of progress towards my sexual orientation declaration. But there s only one way to be sure of it: the Internet! Oh come on with all the reliable research to be done (gay porn websites hours of cyber-sex online communities that hook you up with literally thousands of willing participants that want nothing more than to help you get your rocks off etc.) the internet would definitely help me solidify my ambiguous existence.





The computer made some sort of odd whirring noise as it booted up.



Piece of shit. Thanks again dad for the only thing you gave me a 1991 IBM. Bastard.



After about 15 minutes of odd noises the computer finally logged me onto the world wide web.



Where to start? Where to start?



Gay porn? Too intense. Might scare me off. Local hook-ups? Way too intense. I may be ready to think about naked men but I don t know if I can actually see them.



I figure I should start off with what every other 12-48 year old pervert was doing:



Cyber-sex it is.



I couldn t get the clap from a little dirty talk with some willing participants and I wasn t afraid of being discovered.



I clicked on the little Chat icon and a whole new window popped up. What the hell is all this? Gay Bears Chat ? Gay Twinks Chat ? S&M Gay Chat? Who knew that being gay had so many different options?



After poring the long list of possible chat rooms I stumbled upon a surprising Chat Room Title and actually laughed when I read it: Am I gay? Chat You ve gotta be shitting me. It s a sign right?



Here goes nothing. The double click of the mouse opens up a new window where there are already several different conversations going on.



UnReAlBoDy17 says he s having wet dreams about men in bicycle shorts.



Sk8rBoi87 says he gets weird feelings down there when he looks at this guy in his Chemistry class.



Who are these people? Since I don t feel the need to put out any more sexual ambiguity I type what I see as basic information .



AJD195: 19/m/Los Angeles



Within a matter of seconds I m barraged by several instant messages all with messages akin to How big is your cock? or Are you a top or bottom? and Do you use any toys?



I dig through the IMs and find a seemingly innocuous one from someone called BBallerChris.



BBallerChris: Hey how s it going?



AJD195: Good thx. And u?



BBallerChris: Good. Thx. So u r having a hard time figuring out if ur gay?



AJD195: Kinda. I had a weird experience with my close friend a few months ago and I keep thinking about this one guy s body. It s really weirding me out.



BBallerChris: O. I c. Well I think I can help you.



AJD195: O yeah? How?



BBallerChris: Well if you don t want 2 burn in the fiery pitz of hell you ll stop thinking about sucking cok you dirty lil fagot.



What the hell? A religious fanatic who uses AIM talk and misspells such key words as cock and faggot ? Just my luck.



I guess trying the chat rooms was a mistake. I quickly close the IM and the chat box. To hell with it. I glance over at my bed and it s looking unbelievably comfy to me. I throw off my towel climb under the sheets and manage one last glimpse at the clock before I drift to sleep. It s only 6:38pm.



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ADAM!



What the hell?



ADAM JOSEPH DALY!



I look over at the clock 8:42pm.



Only two hours have passed.



YOU HAVE COMPANY!



Anyone short of John Lennon rising from the dead wouldn t be able to wake me from my sleepy stupor.



Knock knock!



NO. FUCKING. WAY. That shrill voice could be only one person the last person I ever wanted to see again.



I jump out of bed and quickly look around the room. Shit. Nowhere to hide. AND I m as naked as the day I was born. I decide in bed under the sheets was the safest place for me to be (I don t know how I came to this conclusion but it seemed safe at the time). Maybe I could feign sleep or illness? Oh God no then she would try to take care of me. I would just have to face her…Like a man.



The door creaked open and there she was in the skimpiest outfit I d ever seen.



Baby you left your jacket at my place.



Any man gay or straight would have no choice but to look twice or three times at Missy if she had walked by. Her wavy auburn hair was done up in pigtails. The Golddigger halter top she was wearing seemed to be smothering her D-cup breasts and ended just above her shiny belly ring which really brought attention to her perfect abs. Her tight denim ultra-mini skirt topped off her extra-long legs and black stilettos. She had slutted it up for me I assume. She had strategically dressed to make any man stand and salute and God help me I was.



Why was this happening? Hadn t I just come to the conclusion that I was gay? That I prefer rock hard chests to big bouncy breasts? But I mean really I m a 19 year old dude. I get a half-chub watching a bathing suit segment on QVC.



I tried to call you earlier but your line s been busy since 6.



Shit. I forgot to log off the internet. Ah the joys of having a Dial-Up ISP.



Thanks for bringing it back I managed to croak out.



She seductively placed my letterman jacket on the back of my computer chair.



Her back was facing me for what seemed like forever plotting her next move I supposed when she suddenly whipped around and gave me her best You know You Want to Fuck Me look.



Baby you re not still upset about what happened are you?



She began to approach me fluttering her extra-long eyelashes.



Uh…Missy…I think that…Well…what I said earlier…I still mean it. I m just not ready to have sex with you.



Somehow at this point she had teleported across the room and was now sitting on my bed massaging my thigh through my navy-blue sheets.



Oh baby. You don t have to do anything you want to do. We don t have to have sex but I ve been thinking about you for so long and I came all the way out here to return your jacket. Doesn t that mean something to you baby?



My heart was pounding knowing that I wouldn t be able to do anything to stop this. I was completely naked and felt like my dick could punch a hole through a brick wall. I had just gone through an intense jerk-off session thinking of Corey and the last time I d done anything physical with another person was the wrestling incident with Kyle a few months back. Before that I couldn t even remember when the last time I got a good blowjob was.

By the time Missy was done with all her cooing and massaging I was basically a pile of goo. She somehow had slipped out of her top and was now wearing only a lacy barely-there bra and panties and her heels. She threw back the sheets and eyed my fully erect dick.



Oh God baby. You re so fucking hard. I m gonna do us both a little favor and take care of that.



At this point I couldn t care less about who she was. All I knew is that I was gonna finally get some release.



Missy straddled my legs and slowly began crawling up to her favorite lollypop. At this point I was literally dripping so much that I knew I was actually gonna have to wash my sheets instead of having my mom do it. I mean what would she think?



The next thing I know my cock is all the way down Missy s throat and she s tickling my pubes with her nose. I nearly shoot from the pleasure. I grab her hair and relentlessly begin to fuck her mouth.



Oh baby…Oh Yeah…Fuck yeah…Fuck my mouth…I m a dirty little whore…Oh God your cock tastes so good…Fuck me…FUCK ME!



All I m wishing is that she d shut the fuck up. I always hated when she talked dirty seeing as she sounded like a typical 12 year-old Backstreet Boys fan which made me a bit uncomfortable.



Before I know it I m holding her head firmly in place and I m shooting my load down her throat and surprisingly she doesn t pull away. My body is still reeling from the oral assault and I feel my cock deflating. I slowly open my eyes and see that once again somehow she is fully dressed and is straightening her hair.



So I guess we re back together huh babe?



I say nothing.



I ll call you later. Kisses.



I groggily glance at the clock. 9:15. That was fast. My eyes feel heavy and my body feels warm. And just like that I was seeing Missy again.