Subject: He Said/He Said M/M Romance, betrayal, etc. From: ronald wayne weaver <rwweaver@students.uiuc.edu> Date: 1996/10/24 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories He Said/He Said Part One Jake's Story O.K. I'm the villain, here. I want to make that clear. Everything that happened was my fault. I really loved Brad. Love. I love Brad, I never stopped. But, I acted like an ass, and here's what happened: Brad and I met 3 years ago. It was at a bar. We didn't have sex right away, even though we sure wanted to. At least I did. But something about Brad made me want to wait. You know they always say that immediate sex between two people can spoil the chance of a meaningful relationship. In fact, it's something I relied on throughout college. [I guess I should tell you I was a Sports Medicine major, and all those stories you read about the willingness of college athletes are true, as far as I know. I was never alone unless I wanted to be. But, as my Senior year passed its halfway point, I didn't want to be anymore.] I'd never met anyone like Brad before. He was gorgeous, sweet, funny, bright, honest and very forward about himself. Nothing he said was bullshit. He wasn't a bar fag, and I guess that was the immediate attraction. I crashed into him while coming down the stairs from the pool table loft at Dayglo, the gay bar in the town where we both went to school. Before I could even apologize, he was getting up grinning that grin that still gets me hard when I think about it. He had this cute little mustache and goatee, very close-cropped and light blond, like his short, soft hair. Perfect, straight (pardon the expression), white teeth, and a pleasantly tanned face with perfectly symmetrical dimples. What threw his look so sexily off-kilter was his nose. Thin and long, with a bump in the middle that I would learn later came from a bicycling accident at the age of 8. I did apologize and offered to buy him a drink. He had a Diet Coke, and soon, my friends were pressuring me to return to the game upstairs. I apologized again and said I hoped I'd be seeing him. He said, "So do I." and we went our separate ways. A few weeks later, I saw him there again, and we danced and talked all night, exchanging numbers, favorite movies, etc. Strangely, throughout the evening, we never kissed. He was really driving me crazy. But, somehow, it never seemed like the right time. He was very sexy, and certainly seemed interested, but I just didn't want to screw this up. We were the last two out the door at closing time. Somebody had vandalized his car (I guess because of the numerous Pride stickers on it), and slashed a tire. I helped him change it, and we sat in the car for a while, talking more intimately. I had to leave town early the next morning for a job interview and said so. He said he wanted to give me something for luck, put his hand around the back of my neck, and kissed me. Fireworks. I leaned into him and we continued to explore each other, with tongues and hands. He finally broke us apart and reminded me of my early time table the next day. It was about 3:00AM by then. I promised to call him after the interview. Well, I got the job, as a Phys Ed teacher and wrestling coach at a private high school in Maine. When I called Brad, he told me that he also had accepted a position in the northern point of the state, but hadn't said so before, so as not to jinx my chances. It was like fate. Graduation was in 2 months, and we'd be relocating to the same area! We decided to go out to celebrate. Now, I'm a pretty big guy with a background in weights and cross-training, so I've never worried much about being bashed. On more than one occasion, I have gotten into fights for my friends, however. Brad was a Journalism major, but found time to study quite a bit of self-defense, also. He's of rather slight build, but well toned and quick on his feet. Having said that, I'll tell you where we went. T.G.I. Friday's in that little college town. We held hands across the table at one point! It was very freeing being with Brad. We wanted to go out dancing, but decided neither of us wanted to go to Dayglo, so Brad suggested his apartment. When we got there, he dimmed the lights and brought out chilled champagne and two glasses. I immediately spilled mine on his shirt, like an oaf. He started laughing, pulling off the shirt and saying something about the way we met. As he opened his shirt, I got my first glimpse of his chest. It had a fine dusting of blond hair, tiny, hard nipples, and tapered down to a flat stomach with a wisp of hair at the navel. "Don't let me be the only one undressing," he said with that wicked grin. I loosened my tie and let it fall to the floor. He poured his champagne glass out across my broad chest and began licking it off. As soft classical music played in the background, we undressed each other, kissing and touching as if we'd never touched anyone before. Everything with Brad seemed so new, so untasted. After several minutes, he slowly pulled away and asked if I'd like to see his bedroom. "Please," I said. He led me by the hand and I followed, my eyes glued to his hot little butt, now covered only by loose-fitting boxers. My dick was straining at the elastic of my briefs, growing longer and harder by the second. He sat down on the bed, and I went to my knees at his feet, kissing and licking his chest and stomach. I circled my tongue around his belly button and his back arched, as he moaned softly. I began to rub, lightly, my face against his boxers, feeling the hardness within. I could tell he was not only enjoying this, but that he was quite well endowed. Not huge, but very nice. I slid my face up his torso and found his mouth with mine. As I slid my tongue into his hungry mouth, I slowly tugged down his boxers. I worked my tongue back down his chest, pausing at the taut, pointy nipples and giving them some loving attention with by tongue and teeth. At the same time, I pulled his feet out of the boxers and cast them aside. Then, I got my first sight of his cock. It was beautiful! Pink and perfect, standing out from his blond bush and curving slightly upward. About 6 or 7 inches, I guessed. I licked the head softly and rolled my tongue all the way around it. I slid his entire length into my mouth. He rolled back onto the bed, his hands going to either side of my head. He traced his fingers through my hair and around my ears and I tenderly sucked and licked his rod. With one hand, I massaged his balls, also covered in a fine layer of tiny blond hairs. I circled his dick with my hand and licked my way back up to his neck, ending with deep, wet kisses. Brad rolled over toward me, laying me on my back, and went to work on me. He massaged my chest, kissing me all over, before zeroing in on my briefs. He pulled them off with no difficulty, and paused over my cock before going down. My head rested on one of his pillows, and we looked at each other's eyes as he went to work. With that wicked grin, he opened his mouth just wide enough to slip his tongue out and slide it across the tip of my dick. Then, he took half the head into his mouth and tongued it as his lips held it in place. All the while, he looked me in the eye and grinned. He licked up and down my length a few times before taking me entirely into his mouth. I've never had head like that before or since. "Ooh, Brad, you're amazing," I said, and his smile got wider, but he never missed a beat. He rolled his body up so that we were in a 69 position, and I continued the work I'd begun before. Soon, however, I was completely distracted by the sight of his sweet little ass. There was a spray of light blond hair between his pale cheeks, and a tiny pink opening. I could not resist. I traced his crack with the tip of my tongue and paused at his hot opening. Suddenly, he lifted his head from my crotch and sighed "Ooooohhhhh". "You like that, sport?" I said. "No one has ever done that before." "They don't know what they've been missing," I answered and went to work. Gently pulling his buns apart, I licked and probed his anus, coaxing it to open. Brad's entire body responded to my tongue, and his mouth sped up it's efforts on by cock. I was very hard and ready to explore his hot little hole. He must've sensed it, because he slowed and stopped, and then came up near me, kissing me deeply and rolling me over on top of him. As we kissed, I continued to massage his hole, with the tips of my fingers, slowly working one, two, then three into him. "Ooh, yeah, Jake," he gasped. "You ready, Sport?" I whispered. He nodded and I began to slide into him. He took it like a pro, although I already knew it was a fairly new experience for him. He wrapped his legs around my waist with a grip like a vise. Soon, my entire 9" was in him and we began to pump in unison. I'm not ashamed to say we fucked like animals. We kissed with open, then closed mouths. I wiggled my ass, slowly, to work him all over inside, and he writhed beneath me, matching me stroke for stroke. Soon, we got harder and faster. "Ooh, Brad, baby," I sighed. "Call me Sport" gasp "I like that," he replied, exhausted but never slowing. We seemed to go for hours. I've never felt so joined to someone like that. I pumped harder and harder, Brad's fingers digging into my shoulders, back, and ass. Finally, I exploded inside him and he began to spurt streams of cum up between us. Some landed on his cheek. Still thrusting my load into his hot ass, I licked it off and slid my tongue deeper into his mouth than before. We slept like babies. For a few hours. When we awoke to the sound a neighbor's dog barking. We were still sticky and sweaty, so Brad asked if I'd like a shower. "Yeah" I answered and he kissed me again. I ran my hand through the smooth hair on his chest, running into the mess from earlier. "Yuck" we said together. In the shower, we made love again. Slow and steady, like we'd done this forever. "I am crazy about you" I said at the end, while we rinsed each other off. Brad just held me. A few months later, I screwed everything up. * * * After graduation, we caravaned to Maine and rented a duplex, which was the perfect solution for us. We could maintain the appearance of living alone, but still be together. It wasn't so important for Brad, but for my job, we knew it would be a problem if the world knew we were "together". Even though, at that time, I felt like telling everybody! That's how happy we were. I got to know the guys on my wrestling team at the school, and Brad and I began to build a life together. Through Brad's connections at the newspaper he worked for, we made several gay and lesbian friends, and became regulars at a nice little neighborhood gay bar. We were there one night when I saw one of my guys on the dance floor! Kevin is underage. I don't know how he got in, why he was out past curfew the night before a meet, or that he was gay. I excused myself from the group and went out to talk to him. He was very embarrassed to be seen there by someone who knew him (I guess it never occurred to him that I was there for a reason as well!), and agreed to go home and talk to me about it before the meet the next afternoon. When Brad asked me, I told him what was going on and we went home, as well. Kevin came into the locker room a half-hour before the meet to talk to me about the night before. He's a tall, good-looking kid with black hair and blue eyes. By this time, he'd figured out what I was doing in a place like that, and he came out to me. Then, he began to cry. I told him everything was OK, and that I wasn't going to tell his parents or anyone else. He told me that wasn't what he was worried about. He'd been going to that bar for 6 months and nobody had hit on him yet. He thought he was ugly. Now, half the girls in school would have put out for Kevin, most of the other guys thought they had. Kevin never told them that, but he had gone out with several girls, but nothing had happened. He was terrified that no man would find him attractive enough to date. I told him that was just nonsense. I'd be hard-pressed to find one gay man of my acquaintance who wouldn't be all over him in a second. He asked me to introduce him to some and I told him to hold on. "You're only 17, man. The reason no one's hitting on you at that bar is that they probably know you're underage." "It hasn't exactly been 'no one'," he answered. It turned out that several men had come on to Kevin, but he'd been to afraid to do anything with them. Apparently, he thought they would expect rough anal sex, and Kevin was afraid of letting a man do that to him. I told him that most gay men would not expect that, but if he was that worried about it, he just needed to meet someone nice for his first time. "Someone like you," he said more than asked. "I told you, you're underage. Now get changed." I should've been more careful with my rebuff. Kevin's birthday was the next week! Brad had gone out of town on a story, and Kevin showed up in our pool on the afternoon of his birthday. I watched him swim for awhile before he noticed me, (I'm only human), and suddenly noticed he wasn't wearing any trunks! He came up for air and saw me. "Hi, Coach!" he said, smiling. He came up the steps out of the pool, absolutely glistening. His smooth swimmer's body held the water as it slid down his taut abs and legs. His little pink nipples were rock hard and standing firmly at attention, as was his uncut dick. It bobbed side to side, proudly pointing right at me. "I'm not underage, anymore." He said and planted a big, wet, open-mouthed his on me. I was just to stunned to do anything. "what's the matter," he asked when I didn't respond to him. "Kevin, you don't understand," I began. "It's not just that you were too young - " He cut the rest of my sentence off with deep sobbing. "Don't cry," I said, "you're a great-looking guy, smart and funny. You will meet someone, I promise." "I'll never meet anyone I trust like you," he said and continued to cry. That was when I began to make the biggest mistake of my life. I led him inside and wrapped a towel around him. Before I go any further, I have to tell you something. I say "mistake" but that isn't what it was. A mistake is an accident, done by someone who doesn't know any better. I knew better. I loved Brad. Still do. We'd said it to each other frequently and were living together, for Chrissakes! What I made was an error. An error in judgment. An error that would cost me more that I could have dreamed. I had this naked kid sitting next to me, sobbing his heart out because he was so afraid to have his first sexual experience be a bad one. A kid who trusted me. And, admit it, a kid I was quite attracted to. I was in a position to give him courage and some tenderness. To really make a difference in his life. Something every teacher and coach wants to do. I'm sure it seems like I was just in a position to score some nookie on the side, but that sure isn't what it felt like at the time. Brad was out of town. He'd never know or need to know. Kevin was going off to college soon, to a new life. One that could be better if I was willing to help. I was and I did. And I'm sorry for Brad and me, but not for Kevin. As Kevin cried, I began to kiss his face. "Shhh," I whispered. I put my finger to his chin and lifted his mouth up to mine. We kissed and kissed and, slowly, the sobbing stopped. Kevin's arms were around my neck and mine were around his waist. His towel fell to the floor and I pulled off my shirt. "Wow," he sighed and began to touch my chest, circling the nipples with his index fingers. I kissed him on the forehead and he began to slide down to my pants. "Easy, Kevin," I said, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." "I've been wanting to do this for 18 years," he said. My pants fell to the floor, and Kevin was all over me. He went down on my cock so fast, he gagged and coughed for a few seconds. "Let's take our time, now, huh?" I offered, and led him to the bedroom. I sat on the bed, and Kevin went back to work, slowly this time. The kid had a real talent for cock-sucking. I was hard very soon, and pushed him away. "Did I do it wrong?" he asked. I told him he'd been doing it so right that it wasn't going to last much longer if he continued. He said he was doing it just like in the movies and told me he's been watching his uncle's porn, secretly, for a few years. I was glad he hadn't asked his uncle to help him the way he'd asked me. "My turn," I said and took his long, slender dick into my mouth. I taught him the 69 position and we enjoyed each other for several minutes, each of us pumping our hot rods into each other's mouths. I could tell he was close to cumming very soon, when his large, round balls began to pull up. "Do you really want to do this all the way?" I asked. "Oh, yes, coach," he replied. "Coach" was Brad's pet name for me, the way I called him "Sport". For a second, I froze. Kevin's face started to fall. I didn't want him to think I didn't really want to do this, so I continued. I placed him on his hands and knees, telling him that this was the easiest position for me, my first time, and got out the lube. I worked a finger into his tight hole as he twitched and bucked. "You O.K.?" I asked. "Yeah, but it sure feels weird," Kevin said. "Just relax, it'll get better." I worked my finger in and out of his anus until I decided he was ready for two fingers. Softly kissing the skin of his cheeks, I worked my two fingers in and out, in and out. I went into a circular motion, preparing the way for me to slip in as easily as possible. "Ohhhh," Kevin gasped, "that does feel better." He laid his head down on the pillow, giving me better access to his ass. Three fingers. Soon, I felt he was ready. "O.K.," I said, "We're gonna take this nice and slow, I'm going to try not to hurt you. It will be uncomfortable for a while, maybe for a long while. But if you try to stay relaxed and control your natural reflex to push me out, it'll start to feel good." "O.K.," he answered. "Just remember, I'm your friend," I said, and I saw him relax more. I placed the head of my dick against the tiny hole and rubbed it up and down, then in a circle around his anus. Slowly, I began to push it in. Immediately, Kevin tensed up. I whispered to him to relax and reached under him to stroke his cock. He was still hard, so I knew this would go alright. Suddenly, the head popped in. Kevin let out a lungful of air in a long sigh. "Sweetheart, this won't work if you hold your breath," I said. "It's like lifting weights, you gotta breathe so your muscles can work." Good Lord, I was coaching him on how to get fucked. I continued to work my dick into him, slowly, every few seconds pulling out a bit and then back in. Soon, I was half way in. I lied, "Well, champ, we're there. I'm in." I could feel the smile spread through his whole body and I began to rock him back and forth. I slid out and in, slowly, each time giving him a tiny bit more. Soon, we had worked into a good rhythm. "Oh, Coach, yeah!" Kevin said, taking most of my meat, now. "Am I O.K.?" "You are great, kid. You're gonna be very popular." He started to laugh and I sped up my efforts. Soon, he had my entire length in him and we were fucking full speed ahead. I was stroking his dick underneath him and I pulled him up so my chest was against his back. He started to cum, so I went into overdrive. I pumped his ass so he could feel me all over. I didn't want him to think I wasn't enjoying this. I absolutely was! He must have felt me cum because he bucked and let out a terrific moan of pleasure as I filled him with my seed. I collapsed onto him, sweating and heaving, and Brad walked into the bedroom. He Said/He Said Brad's Story I don't know what Brad has told people. All I know is what I saw, what I felt. We were living in that little duplex when it happened. You know, I remember when I met Jake, like it was yesterday. On the stairs that night. It was like running into a brick wall, but that was nothing compared to the ton of bricks that fell on me when I looked up and saw his face. Whenever I wasn't with him, that was the image that was in my head. Him, smiling, reaching down to help me up. Meeting Jake couldn't have happened at a better time. I hadn't been Out long, and I'd been through several bad experiences. The first guy to pick me up turned out to be pretty crazy. He talked me into tying my hands and then he basically raped me. It was pretty awful. I never told anyone. Jake made me feel like nothing was ever going to hurt me again. That's what that smile was saying. Later, when we talked, I knew I was safe with him. Not just physically safe, although I never worried about trouble with him, but emotionally safe, too. Everything was so perfect. For a while. I'd been sent out of town to cover a story. A phone call at the airport caught me just before I got on the plane. There was no story. The conference I'd been scheduled to cover had been called off until the following month. I went home, that vision of Jake in my head. It was about to be replaced. Now, whenever I thought of Jake, I'd see him with that kid from his wrestling team. The one he got so upset with at the bar a few nights before. He told be he'd just been worried about the kid being underage, but now, I didn't know what to think. Was he having sex with all the guys on his team? An affair with Kevin? I just didn't know. Nothing made sense. He tried to talk to me, but I just had to get out. I went to a hotel and sat in total silence. My whole world was ending. I thought about suicide, very seriously, but something in me, something with a louder voice, cried out for revenge. I had to get even. The next few weeks are kind of a blur to me, now. I don't know how I managed to keep my job through it all. I took all offers. I let every man I met fuck me , it seemed like. I must have had more men in me that month than any aircraft carrier in history. A bartender, a bouncer, a marine, two sailors, the UPS man, and a ton of bar guys, all of them had their dicks up my ass. I let them fuck me in cars, public bathrooms, on the floor, on sofas, and in beds. Every position and as many times as we could manage. But out of all those men, all those cocks of every size and description, all I thought about was being with Jake, and who he was with. Then, one night, I knew it had gone on long enough. I went to a bar in a bigger city nearby and saw a couple of guys I thought I recognized. Their names were Steve and Mike. Steve was a large, well-muscled and hairy man with dark hair and eyes. Mike was blond, tall and thinner, perfectly cut under his clothes. We talked for a while and then Steve said, "Now I remember you, you were Jake's twink." These were the guys Jake had been playing pool with the night we met. I didn't take offense to his remark, I guess because I was pretty drunk by then. But not to drunk to remember what happened after. Steve and Mike didn't know that Jake and I had continued to see each other, so I guess they weren't that close to Jake. It seemed like the perfect revenge. I took them to my hotel room. When we got inside, I went to my knees in front of Steve. He opened his pants and slapped my face with his big dick. It was about 7" long and still pretty soft. I swallowed it and went to work. It was salty and sweaty, but I didn't care. "Oh, yeah, baby, let me fuck that pretty mouth," he said as Mike took off his clothes, watching. "Come here and get you some of this, man." Mike joined us and the two of them took turns pumping my face with their massive meat. Mike's cock was not as thick as Steve's, but longer. When I got them both completely stiff, Mike stood at about 12" and Steve abound 10". Suddenly, I found them shoving both dicks into my mouth at once. "Take it all, cocksucker, yeah," Steve said. Mike was pretty quiet the whole time, but occasionally said, "Yeah" in agreement with whatever Steve had just said. "I gotta get me some of that ass, man. Jake said you were one tight little fuck!" Steve said, pulling out and yanking me to my feet. He shoved my pants down while Mike pulled off my shirt. Mike's fingers slid through the hair on my chest, and Steve slid his middle finger out of his mouth and up my ass. Steve had Mike go lie down on the bed, and positioned my face over his crotch. He spread my feet apart, spat on his dick, and shoved it in. I felt like he was ripping me apart. "Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah! Take my cock up your hot ass. Yeah, let me fuck!" he said again and again as he slid, forcefully, in and out. He held me with one hand at the waist and the other on my shoulder and fucked me like he was trying to hammer nails with his dick. Thrust after brutal thrust, until I felt like he was turning me inside-out. Mike just laid there, smiling and stroking my hair while I sucked his long, hard cock. I massaged his balls with one hand, holding myself up with the other. I deep-throated him again and again, trying to take my mind off the major fucking at my other end. It was actually starting to feel good, now. Soon, he began to cum. "I'm cummin', I'm cummin'," he yelled, "I'm shootin' my load up your hot ass!" And he did. "You gotta get some o' this," he said to Mike. Steve pulled me up off of Mike and rolled me over onto my back. He held my feet up and apart, offering Mike a target for his huge rod. "Go for it, man, fuck this ass." he said. Mike slid in nearly as forcefully as Steve had, pumping vigorously. Steve went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. Mike slowed his pumping to a nice leisurely pace and started kissing me. "You are sweet," he whispered. "So tight," he continued into my ear. He kissed and nibbled my ear and neck as he continued his hot, slow fucking, positioning his hips so that he could fill me up from all angles. He whispered, "You are soooooo good, baby." just before Steve came back into the room. Immediately, Mike's pace quickened and Steve said, "Yeah, man, ride that hot ass, fuck that twink, dude!" as he jacked off, preparing his second load. "I'm cummin'," Mike said and Steve yanked him out of me and pointed his dick at my face. They came gallons, all over my chest and stomach, but thankfully none on my face, as must have been Steve's intention. Immediately, Steve's hands were all over me, rubbing the cum into my hair and face, down my legs and arms, until I was coated with their spunk. While he did this, Mike dressed, quietly. "Thanks for the fuck, twink. Keep that ass nice and tight 'til next time," Steve said and they were gone. I laid on the bed, feeling soiled and used, dirty and alone. I saw Jake smiling down at me, offering me his hand. Then, suddenly, Kevin was beside him. He took Jake's hand, they smiled at each other and walked away from me. I stumbled to the shower and washed until my skin was sore. I laid down on the floor, away from the filthy sheets, and cried until I fell asleep. Cried for the first time since it had happened. When I woke up the next morning, I knew things had to change. Three years later... I was on my way to the airport, again. But this time, I was headed to Seattle, for a meeting with a possible publisher. When I decided I had to get my life together, part of that was to pursue writing full-time, or as much as was possible. Finally I finished my novel and a publisher in Washington state had expressed interest. Just before I walked out the door of my apartment, the mail arrived. There was a rather large package from a friend back at the newspaper I'd worked at. I didn't have time to check it out, so I took it with on the plane. Once we were in the air, I opened the package and found a short note on top: Brad, I'm really sorry about this. The letters started arriving immediately after you split with Jake, and one got put on my desk instead of yours. I knew how much you were hurting, so I never gave it to you. They came nearly every day for 6 months, then 2 or 3 a week. After a couple of years, they stopped. I held on to them, goddess only knows why. My little girl found them and opened one. She asked me what it was, and I'm a little ashamed to say I read it. I know how much he hurt you, but the letter touched me so much, I decided you had to see it. In the past several months, you've really come a long way. You're a strong young man, and I think you need to know the truth. Again, forgive me for not showing these to you before now. xx, oo Maggie Inside the package there must have been hundreds of letters, cards, and postcards, all of them from Jake. My throat closed. After all this time, I thought I'd gotten him out of my system. I couldn't have been more wrong. I still loved him, the Jake I remembered before that horrible afternoon. My hands shook as I opened the letter on top. I recognized the sloping handwriting immediately. My name in his handwriting. My eyes watered as I read his explanation of what had occurred that day at our house. He apologized again and again, saying he loved and needed me. Missed me. I had a 3-hour flight with layovers, and finished all his letters and cards. They were all very similar, but some had pretty slurred handwriting. I had heard he'd started drinking heavily about 6 months after we broke up. That would've been when the pacing of the letters changed. I also knew about something else that had happened. After the evening with Steve and Mike, they'd called Jake saying they had a surprise for him. They met at a bar and started to tell him about how they had "nailed" me. Apparently, Jake went into a rage and broke the place, and them, up. Steve went to the hospital, and Mike got off with a broken arm. They didn't press charges, and Jake had to pay for the damages at the bar, but he also lost his job at the school. No one seemed to know what happened to him after that, but the letters had stopped soon after. The last of his letters expressed nothing but regret and sorrow for what had happened between us. He vowed never to touch another man, and begged my forgiveness. My meeting went great, and the deal went into production, pending my agent's changes and agreement from all involved. I decided to go out to celebrate. I found a bar in a gay guide and, even though it looked to be in a bad area of town, I went in and spent a long time there, talking to the bartender, drinking, watching the action all around me. I hadn't been with anyone since that time with Steve and Mike. Sex just wasn't the same after that. It wasn't fun. It was just a little scary and not fulfilling at all. About an hour before closing, I decided to go back to my hotel room. As I approached my rental car, I noticed some long-haired, tattooed youths loitering near a street lamp. I must've been drunker than I thought, because they were on me before I knew what had happened. I felt a sharp blow to my head, and after that, I really only remember flashes. Laughing faces, punches, kicks. Silence. I fell to the ground as my assailants released me. I heard an animal like growl and then there was a flurry of motion. The teen thugs were falling left and right. I heard sirens and then everything went black. When I woke up, I was in semi-familiar surroundings, like my hotel room, but not like it. The lighting was dim and there was a rather muscular man doing something at the dresser, his back to me. I guess I was pretty confused as the day's events crashed in my head. "Jake?" I said, almost a croak. The man turned around and I knew I'd lost it. I recognized the loose curls of his short brown hair, his chiseled features and full pink lips. It was Jake who'd saved me. It didn't even matter to me why he'd been here, in Seattle out of all the places in the world (But, I guess that's a story for another time). He smiled and carried a cool wet towel over to me, placed it on my head and knelt beside the bed. "How do you feel?" he asked in a whisper. "Fabulous," I said, "What happened." "You're O.K., now, but you got bashed. The cops got the guys who did it. I'm just glad I was there." This still seemed sort of surreal to me. Jake placed the back of his hand against my cheek, then pulled back. "Sorry." I reached for his hand, "For what?" "I know things aren't the way they were, and they never can be." There was a long pause. "Brad, I'm so sorry." I put my fingers to his lips, "Shh. It doesn't matter, now. It's all over." "Yeah," he said, sadly and stood. "You should stay on the bed, the paramedics said you'll be fine after some rest. Where are you staying? Do you want me to get some anything for you?" "I think I'm staying somewhere in this hotel. This room looks a lot like mine. But I don't need anything, now." I said, smiling. "I'll go, then. It was sure nice to see you again." He spoke softly, guardedly, I guess afraid to act too familiar. "Jake, wait," I started. "You don't owe me anything, Brad. This was the least I could do. I'm going to go now. You've made it clear to me that you don't want to hear from me." "Jake, stop. I know what you're talking about. I never got your letters. I mean, I just got them today. All of them. It's a long story, but I read them, every one." "And... " he said, confused. "Come here," I whispered. He sat at the edge of the bed and I hugged him. I held him tight with both arms, even though they ached. His arms circled me and we both started crying. "Brad," he said, "I am so sorry for what I did." "It's O.K., Jake. It was so long ago. I missed you so much." Jake whispered into my ear, "I love you, Sport." I said the only thing I could. "I love you, too, Coach." We began to kiss, softly and sweetly, all over each other's faces and necks. Fireworks. Again, he placed his lips near my ear. "Stay with me, tonight," he said. "No," I answered. Jake broke away from me, and I stood and walked to the door. There was a long moment of silence before I turned around. "My room's got a king-sized bed." I said with a smile. I reached out my hand to him, he took it and rose up to me. He lifted me in his strong arms and said, "Anything you say, Sport." We made love for hours that night, slowly and passionately. Jake laid me on my back and kissed and licked my body from top to bottom. He liked and sucked my dick until I came, streaming, into his mouth. He swallowed, and returned to my face and mouth. When he entered me, it was quite literally like a void in me was filled at last. Jake felt like no other man I'd ever known. He was a perfect lover with a perfect technique. As he slowly rocked us back and forth, he whispered to me, "I've missed you so much, babe." I couldn't get enough of him and he couldn't get enough of me. Our tongues rarely left each others mouths. Jake began long, deep strokes of his cock into me whispering, "I just can't get deep enough inside you." We began to come together, spurting and moaning until our chests and stomachs were covered with my cum, and I was full of his. Jake went into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet towel. He cleaned me and brought me some aspirin. I wanted to crawl inside his skin and cover myself, but I was content to be held, tenderly, in those massive arms, resting my head on his broad, sweet chest. His fingers lightly traced patterns in my hair as he kissed my forehead. It was as if we'd never been apart, and we promised we'd never be apart again. Jake dozed off, whispering, "I'm crazy about you." And everything was fine.