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Chapter 3
The rest of Scott's shift went by rather quick, and, surprisingly, not one of his sales associates commented on his public display of affection with Chris at the door. They all went about their business, and at the end of the night, all of them got the store in shape for Donna the next day. Scott sighed; he had the next few days off, since he had worked a couple of holidays without getting paid, so he was on a mini 4-day vacation from the store. He could not help but smile as he locked the door and walked to his car.
His smile began to fade as he approached his car however. There was a note under the windshield, with his name written on it. He recognized the hand writing, right away, as Brett's:
Scott,
Hey, it was good to see you again today. We need to talk. I am gonna come by your place when I get out of work. I should be there about 30 minutes after you get home, if you still drive the way I remember.
Love,
Brett
Scott read the note and then just crumpled it up. He really did not have anything he wanted to say to Brett. He did not even want to see him. Brett had hurt him so badly in the past, he just wanted to get on with his life, and he wanted to be able to include Chris in his life. He knew that so long as Brett was around, that would pose a lot of tension for him. Brett was, after all, his first love. He got in his car and sped off. He wanted to get home, speak with Brett and hopefully be done with the whole situation.
Scott's drive home was rather uneventful, and he even did the speed limit, despite it meaning he would have less time to himself before Brett showed up. Oh well, he thought, the sooner he gets there, the sooner he should be rid of him, the sooner he could get some sleep. He had stuff to do in the morning, before his next date with Chris.
As Scott pulled into the driveway of his apartment building, he had noticed Brett's car parked on the side of the road. Looks like he would be speaking with him right away, he guessed. He decided to not make a big issue out of it, but just gathered up his things and went inside. He unlocked the door to his apartment, and was just shutting it as the lights suddenly came on. Startled, Scott dropped his messenger bag with a loud thud on the floor.
"What the..." Scott trailed off.
"Heh, it's about time you got home," Brett said as he stood in the doorway of the living room.
"How in fuck did you get in here?"
"I have a key, or did you forget you gave one to me."
"Actually, I forgot, I'd like it back."
"Oh? Well, maybe we can talk first and then you can decided if you still want it back after," Brett replied, stressing the word after.
"Whatever. What is it you want?"
"I wanted to tell you..." Brett seemed to be getting nervous.
"Yes?" Scott asked a little annoyed. Brett had always been so forward about whatever was on his mind.
"I miss you," Brett said in a tone barely audible to Scott.
"Umm...what?"
"You heard me."
"I know, I want you to say it again though."
"Fine, I said I miss and, well, and I'm sorry," Brett said a little louder than a normal room tone.
"Sorry? But whatever for?" Scott said back sarcastically. Brett's face was getting a little red. Scott could not discern if it was from anger or embarrassment over having to apologize. On the outside, Scott wore a very serious countenance, deep inside however, he was absolutely loving the "torture" Brett was going through. It is not that Scott is a malicious person, it is just that Brett hurt him horrible and he was not about to let him off the hook that easily.
"For how I treated you, ok, I said it, are you happy now?"
"A little," Scott said simply, "so that is what was so important you had to tell me? Geez, why didn't you just write it in another email?"
"Because, I thought you deserved the respect of me telling you to your face, rather than reading it on a screen."
"Thanks, that is actually really considerate of you."
"I've been trying, and well, I, umm, I still sort of have feelings for you."
"Oh," Scott said flatly. He actually felt like he was reeling inside over Brett's honesty about his feelings. He had wanted, for so long, for Brett to tell him that he still had feelings for him, and now he had, and he had no idea how to react.
"Yeah," Brett said, getting quiet again.
"Well, a lot has happened over the last few months. C'mon, let's go sit in the living room and at least get caught up with each other."
Brett broke out into a huge smile. He was sure Scott was going to take him back. Scott recognized the smile, and was pretty confident about what Brett was thinking. Now he needed to decide whom he wanted in his life more. Brett, his first love, or Chris, the man who for the past couple days has kept a permanent smile on his Scott's face.
Brett sat down on the sofa, and Scott sat in the chair to the side. Brett had a look of disappointment on his face when he saw Scott would not be sitting right beside him. Scott did not say a word; he flipped on the television for some background noise, and looked Brett square in the face for a solid minute before he spoke again.
"So, after all this time, you came back to tell me you still love me?"
"Well, umm, yeah," Brett stammered.
"Why?"
"Because. I mean, I know you loved me, and well, I treated you shitty. I'm sorry. I just was, well, I was hoping we could go back to how things were."
"Go back?!" Scott questioned, raising his voice a little.
"Umm, well, yeah. Something wrong with that?"
"Haha, you have no idea do you?" Scott asked him; actually feeling proud that he did not jump right back into Brett's arms, but he had to admit, it was tough.
Brett just looked at him with a very puzzled look on his face. He was about to speak when his pager started to beep. He looked down at it, to see who it was.
"Shit, it's work. They are paging with a 9-1-1, I gotta run."
"Ok. Take care man."
"Think we can get together later this week? Maybe catch a movie or something?" Brett asked.
"Umm, yeah, sure, gimme a call."
"Great, I'll do that!" Brett said, rather excitedly, and with that, he was out the door.
As Scott locked and bolted the door behind Brett, he grimaced at the fact that he told him to give him a call later in the week. The last thing he should be doing is going out with Brett, as a date or even just as friends. Things are just too weird for them still. He did not know what to do. He looked at the clock. It was already way to late to call anyone tonight and get their advice. He was supposed to stop by and visit his sister and nephews tomorrow. He decided to talk to her and see what she thought. Plus, he had another date with Chris tomorrow night too. Scott smiled to himself as he undressed himself for bed. The mere thought of Chris was enough to brighten his mood after a very uncomfortable evening.
He stood before the full-length mirror in his bedroom as he unbuttoned his shirt. He had finally had a chance to start working out a couple times a week, and it was starting to show. His pecs were becoming more defined. He gently rubbed his hands over them, causing his nipples to become more erect than they already were. He could not resist. He pinched and tweaked them hard, almost to the point of causing him pain. He unbuckled his belt, and withdrew it from his pants, tossing it aside. He kicked off his shoes and socks as he slowly undid his pants. With careful deliberation, as if stripping for someone, he pushed his pants down, slowly, over his perfectly round ass, pushing past the growing bulge in his underwear. Past his knees, down to his ankles, where he kicked them aside. He stood before the mirror.
Wearing nothing now, except a smile and his favorite black boxer-briefs, Scott, began to caress himself through the fabric of the underwear. He gently cupped his balls and massaged his growing hard on through the cotton.
He could see a wet spot beginning to form on the front of them. Slowly, he pushed them down, past his rounded ass cheeks, and then past his erect cock. As his cock came free, it bounced up and slapped his stomach, splattering some precum up to his chest. He took his right index finger, and scooped up the juice, and slowly, sucked it from his finger. Imagining it was another man's cock he was sucking on. Not just any man, but Chris's cock. Scott fell back on his bed as his underwear fell to the floor.
Scott could not resist, he needed a nice leisurely jerk off session with himself tonight, and he was going to give it to himself. Slowly, Scott let his hands move back to his chest. He began to caress his pecs again. Tugging gently at his own nipples, he made them more erect. He twisted them and pinched them using his thumb and index finger. As he pulled harder on each of them, he moaned out in ecstasy. His mind began to wander. Thoughts of Chris began to fill his head, and he imagined it was Chris's fingers working his chest over. He moaned louder.
His hands began to work their way down, past his stomach; he lingered on his treasure trail only briefly before they reached his hard cock and his heavy balls. With his left hand, he cupped his balls, and gently tugged on them. With his right hand, he gripped the base of his shaft, and slowly, began to stroke himself. With each upward stroke, he moved his hand over the head, to use his precum as lubrication. Soon, his cock was slick with his own juices, and he had his hand moving at a steady pace up and down his ever dripping shaft. He released his balls from his left hand and slowly spread his legs, giving his fingers access to his sexy ass. Slowly, they traced up and down the crack, gently probing deeper and deeper.
He spread his legs further apart, revealing his tight, quivering, pink hole.
His index finger traced circles around it. His other hand squeezed the base of his cock again, and made its trip upwards again. As he reached his crown, he rubbed his hand, once again, over the sensitive tip. He shouted in pleasure, as more precum shot with force through the fingers on one hand while his index finger on the other penetrated his tight hole. He could not hold off any longer. His right hand began to move faster and faster up and down his thick, hard shaft, while two more fingers entered his ass. Scott was getting close, he was seeping precum like mad now, and his fingers had stretched him enough to allow him to begin finger assault on his on prostate. He dug his fingers in as far as he could and rubbed his prostate as quickly as possible, just as he began to shoot his juices all over himself. Six longs ropes of pearly white cum shot across his chest, and up to his face. As the last one reached, Scott opened his mouth, to catch some on his tongue. He savored the taste of it before swallowing it down his gullet. He wanted a bit more. With his left hand still gently massaging his prostate, he used his right hand to scoop up some more of his juices, and then, without hesitation he licked his hand clean.
With reluctance, Scott, removed his left hand from his hole. He was too tired to go and clean himself off. He decided to just shower in the morning. He lay back against the pillow, and pulled just the sheet over his naked body, his cock now lying limp against his thigh, and he sighed. He sighed a content sigh, and he smiled. He knew he was over Brett, for the only images that went through his mind were of Chris, and of he and Chris together. Still thinking of Chris, Scott drifted off to sleep.
The next morning and afternoon could not go by fast enough for Scott. He knew Chris was going to be picking him up early that evening so they could go out. Earlier, Chris had phoned him and told him to dress casually. They were going out to eat, but he had other plans that he would not tell Scott about. Scott was practically dancing on air as he went about his daily activities, most of which was spent washing and drying his laundry. He figured once the bulk of the little things were done, he could use the rest of his mini vacation just to do whatever he wanted. He hoped Chris would be willing to join him in doing whatever he wanted as well.
Scott was just taking a load of clothes out of the dryer when the phone rang again. After checking the caller ID, he picked up the phone.
"Hey, what's up?" he said.
"How did you...oh, you and that damn caller ID," his sister replied.
"Hehe, you know it, best telephone type investment I ever made."
"Yeah, yeah. You said you are going to mom and dad's on Sunday right?" Diana asked him.
"Yep."
"Are you bringing anyone?"
"I had not really thought about it, why?"
"Oh, just wondering," Diana said. She was making it very obvious that something was up.
"Di, what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me," Scott demanded.
"Ok, I was at mom and dad's earlier today, and well, the subject of you came up, again."
Scott groaned. His parents had been doing ok with his being gay, but he knew they still had some trouble with it sometime.
"Well, I sort of told them about the date you were telling me about," Diana said, a little hesitantly.
"And..."
"And, well dad asked me if I thought it was serious. I told him I was not sure. Then he shocked the hell out of me."
"What?" Scott asked nervously.
"He told me he thought it would be nice to get to meet one of the guys you have dated since Brett, and that mom should call and tell you that you can bring someone with you."
"What?! Our father said THAT!" Scott exclaimed.
"Haha, yeah, told you it was shocking."
"I guess the hell. Well mom hasn't called me yet, so who knows."
"Well, she and dad had to go run some errands, they were supposed to be home in about 20 minutes or so."
"Ahh, ok, well, thanks for the warning. I'll see you Sunday."
"Bye."
Scott hung up the phone, and stood there for a moment, simply dumbfounded. He had no idea his parents had wanted to meet anyone he had seen after Brett. He felt a sense of pride that his parents really were coming around to his being gay. Scott sighed again. He hoped his mother would call, he really would like to bring Chris, but he also wanted to make sure his date tonight would go just as well as the other night. He could only wait and see.
Not long after he hung up with his sister, his phone rang again. It was his mother. They talked only briefly, but after he hung up the phone, Scott could not contain his smile and his laughter. His mother had stammered a bit, and had a little difficulty getting to the point, but she finally told him, that if he were seeing anyone, both her and Scott's father would love to be able to meet him. After that, they chatted for just a bit, and then Scott had to go so he could finish up his laundry. He hung up the phone and just about jumped up in the air to click his heels together. His parents were coming around; he was sort of seeing a guy who he could very possibly fall in love with. Life, he thought, could not be better, and nothing could ever make him feel bad again.
The rest of the day went by quickly, and before he knew it, he has cleaned up and was watching a little television while he waited for Chris to show up. Soon enough, actually early, Chris pulled into the driveway. Scott looked out the window. He was driving a black Jeep Wrangler instead of the police car. Scott went outside to greet him.
"This is your regular car?' Scott asked.
"Yeah, shop finally finished the work on it. So now I don't gotta take you out and make it look like I am arresting you."
"Well, I never felt that way, maybe if you had used handcuffs," Scott's face turned red, he could not believe he had just said that, Chris just laughed a little.
"Well, I have not gotten that far yet," Chris said with a grin, "you ready to go?"
"Definitely."
Ever the gentleman, Chris opened Scott's door for him, and then climbed in on the driver's side. He started the engine and they were off. He took Scott to eat at a quaint little Italian restaurant in the center of town. After a wonderful dinner, the two men decided to go for a walk along the path that followed part of the river, before circling around a small pond. As they walked they talked about all sorts of things. How their days had gone, what some of their future ambitions were. Chris learned that Scott had made his first student film only the previous year, and that it had won an honorable mention at several film festivals. Scott, in turn, learned more about Chris's family.
As it turned out, Chris had no living members of his immediate family anymore. He had a couple aunts and uncles, and some cousins, but none of who he was close to. He had lost his mother and father both to illnesses when he was a teenager, and then lost his sister in the accident. He had basically been on his own since he was 17 years old. Scott had to fight back the tears as Chris told him about his family. However, Chris seemed very calm and relaxed talking about them. Scott, without even thinking, reached down, and took Chris's hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Neither of them let go of the other's hand, and they continued their walk beside the water, hand in hand.
Eventually they made their way back to the car. As they climbed in, Chris glanced down at the clock, and smiled again. Then turned to Scott once more.
"Just in time," Chris said.
"Umm...for what?"
"You'll see. I got a surprise for you."
"Can you give me a hint?" Scott asked trying to flash his "puppy dog" eyes to Chris.
"Hmm...let me think a minute. Well, there might be a hint in the glove box."
Scott looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and then opened the glove box. There was an envelope inside that said "To Scott" on the front of it. He took it out and opened it. Inside, there were two tickets for the Bjork concert that night at the Symphony Hall right there in town. Scott gasped when he saw the tickets, and then again when he realized he had forgotten all about the concert even being that night.
"How did you..." he trailed off.
"I have my ways," Chris answered.
"But, this show is sold out, and these seats are first balcony center, those are some of the best seats in the house."
"Told you, I have my ways," Chris replied.
"Come on, PLEASE!" Scott pleaded with him.
"Ok, if you must know, I had a little help."
"From who?" Scott asked.
"Well, umm...Donna actually."
"What!?!"
"I talked to her the other day, and told her I wanted to do something really special for you, and with you, but I was not sure what. She had mentioned this concert tonight, and I was all set with it, and I tried to get tickets but it was sold out, so, well, she sort of called in a favor to some label contact and got them for us. You're not upset that I did not actually pay for them are you?" Chris asked with a worried look on his face.
"Upset? No, never. Actually, I flattered you like me enough to go through all that trouble."
"Well, I like you. A lot," Chris said.
Scott looked over at him. Chris did not need to say anything else. Scott could see it in his eyes, and Scott was feeling the same way. Scott knew they were already starting to fall in love with each other. Scott did not say anything; he just leaned over and kissed Chris. A long, deep, slow, loving kiss.
The two had a wonderful time at the concert. Neither had ever seen her perform before, so it really was a treat. Afterwards, they drove back to Scott's house. Sitting in the driveway, they kissed some more. As Scott broke the kiss, he asked Chris if he would like to come inside for a bit. Chris looked at the time, and then at Scott. It was almost 12:30 in the morning. He smiled.
"Sure, I can come in. I actually have no place to be tomorrow, so it does not matter how late I stay out."
"You are not on duty?" Scott asked.
"No, thought I had told you, I have the rest of the weekend off. I don't go back until Monday."
"Cool," Scott said, trying to keep his voice level, despite the excitement at possibly being able to spend the weekend with Chris.
Inside Scott's place, Chris looked around. Scott lived a simple life, not a lot of frivolous things, but he did own a lot of movies. Chris marveled at the collection while Scott went to let his cat outside. Once Scott came back, though, Chris was sitting on the couch flipping through a book.
"You read a lot?" Chris asked.
"Not enough. I only read for pleasure when I am not in classes."
"Ahh, yeah I can relate to that. Who's your favorite author?" Chris asked. He was starting to feel nervous sitting there with Scott standing beside him. He could not figure out why though.
"I don't really have one actually," Scott said, sensing Chris's sudden nervousness he sat down beside him.
"Are you ok?" Scott asked him, gently placing his hand on Chris's knee.
"Yeah," Chris gulped, "dunno what's come over me."
"Is it me? Something I said?"
"Yes, no, wait," Chris was stammering.
Scott looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.
"It is you, but nothing you said, and it is not bad. I just, well, I have never felt like this before."
"Like what?" Scott asked.
"Like, I don't know, I can't describe it."
"Do you wanna go?" Scott asked, fearful of the answer.
"No!" Chris almost shouted.
"Ok, umm...do you want to, umm, spend the night?" Scott asked carefully.
"The night? That could be nice."
"Mm hmm," Scott replied as he cuddled a little close to Chris.
Chris was beginning to feel a little relaxed. His stomach was still all twisted up and he was not sure why, but he felt better having Scott closer to him. He eased his arms around Scott's torso, and hugged him. Scott's arms snaked their way around Chris's back, and he gently rubbed his back up and down, calming him further. That was all the two men did for at least twenty minutes, was sit on the couch and hug each other. In that brief period of time, though, so much was said without even saying a word.
Eventually though, Scott sat back. Chris snuggled up against him. Chris knew that moment that he was starting to fall in love. He just hoped that Scott felt the same way. He decided to keep his feelings to himself. At least he realized why his stomach had been churning only a short while ago. Scott wrapped his arms back around Chris, while he began to nuzzle into Scott's neck. Soon, the two men were once again kissing and caressing each other.
Scott stood up, breaking the kiss. He took Chris by the hand and led him into his bedroom. Without saying a word, the two men began to undress each other. Tonight, they both knew that neither one would be wearing any clothes to bed. Chris unbuttoned Scott's shirt as Scott pulled Chris's shirt from his pants un-tucking it. Soon, the two men pressed their bare chests to one another as their kissing became more fervent. Chris was squeezing Scott's ass cheeks through the cotton of his slacks as Scott's hands came around to unfasten Chris pants. Chris kicked his pants away and was kicking off his socks as he undid Scott's slacks. Soon, the two men were once again naked with one another, and half falling, half laying themselves down on the bed. Never once stopping their kissing.
Scott rolled over so that he was lying on top of Chris. He began to move his mouth down to Chris's neck. He stopped and began to suck and nip at the flesh there, leaving only a small mark. He nibbled at Chris's ears, causing Chris to squirm with pleasure beneath him. Chris began to moan. Scott moved to Chris's right nipple. Kissing it. Gently biting it. Scott was eager. He moved more quickly now. He could not wait to get a taste of Chris thick manhood again. He gripped Chris at the base of his hard cock. Precum was oozing out the tip. Scott licked up the shaft; his tongue circled the crown at the top and then dipped briefly into Chris's piss slit to lick of the precum that was there. He savored the taste on his tongue before swallowing it down. Without warning, Scott swallowed the entire length of Chris into his mouth, relaxing his muscles allowing Chris's eight-inch cock to slide into his throat. He rubbed his tongue along the bottom of Chris's dick, while swallowing to gently massage the head. Soon, he came back up. And he went on to give Chris the best blowjob he had ever received.
After getting his first taste of the man he was starting to fall for, Scott slowed his motions down, so that he could savor the taste and texture of Chris. Slowly, Scott bobbed his head up and down on Chris's throbbing cock.
With one hand he massaged Chris's heavy balls, and with the other, he probed at Chris's tight opening. Chris lay on the bed moaning, and gripping the sheets in ecstasy. Never before had a man made him feel so good.
Chris could not take anymore. He had to have a taste of Scott now. Without having to make Scott break free from his dick, Chris maneuvered their bodies so that he was able to swallow Scott's aching cock down his throat as well. They lay on the bed like that for quite some time, each nursing on the other's hard cock as they dripped with precum. Before long, Chris had slipped the index of finger of his right hand into Scott's tight, hot hole. Scott grunted his approval and dove further down on Chris's dick. He knew where he wanted Chris to be tonight.
Breaking away from their fevered foreplay, Scott looked at Chris and asked him simply, "You want to fuck me tonight don't you?"
At first Chris was a little startled by Scott's bluntness, but he realized they were both worked up a great deal.
Chris replied, "No. But I do want to make love to you."
Realizing what he has asked Chris, and then taking in his answer, Scott knew that the sex they had shared the other night, and the sex they were about to share tonight meant a lot more than just a couple of one night stands. Scott knew deep in his heart that the two men were becoming lovers. Boyfriends.
Chris had crawled back up and kissed Scott on the lips as Scott lay his head back down on the pillows. While the two men continued to kiss, Chris continued to work his fingers in and out of Scott's tight ass. He knew the pleasure he had received from Scott the other night and tonight was his turn to share it with him. He wanted to make sure Scott felt only pleasure and no pain. As Chris reached over for a bottle of lube, Scott began to spread his legs further apart. He wanted Chris to make love to him with him on his back. He wanted he and Chris to be able to see deep into each other's eyes as they made love.
Chris moved himself between Scott's spread legs. He kissed Scott's neck, then ear, and finally back to his lips. Having already unrolled a condom onto his thick, hard cock, Chris positioned himself at Scott's opening. He pressed slowly against Scott while he sucked his tongue into his mouth. Scott's ass ring relaxed completely and Chris slid all the way in. Scott and Chris both moaned out, having felt nothing but pure pleasure from Chris's penetration.
Slowly, Chris pulled almost all the way out and slid back in, his cock head rubbing against Scott's prostate. The two men continued to moan and groan in pleasure as Chris began a slow, gentle fuck. Scott wrapped his legs around Chris's torso, pulling him closer to him, deeper inside him. The two men were joined as one being. The love they felt for one another was incredible, although they had not told the other how they felt, they both knew in their hearts that they had found their soul mate.
Scott's hands roamed up and down Chris's back as Chris continued the gentle assault on his most intimate parts. They kissed with a fevered passion, almost afraid that if they stopped, the other would be gone. Chris was beginning to speed up his thrusts. As he did, they reluctantly broke their kiss. They stared directly into each other's eyes. Scott's were a bright green, and Chris's were a piercing blue. They could almost see into each other's soul.
Their breathing was becoming more ragged, the sweat on the bodies glistened in the moonlight the shone through the window. They continued to stare at each other, as Chris pumped in and out quicker and quicker. He was close. Scott was close. The two men knew it would not be long before they once again climaxed with each other. With one final thrust inside Scott, Chris groaned loudly, emptying his warm load into the condom on his cock, deep inside Scott's ass. Scott, in unison, began to shoot his warm seed all over his chest. Six long ropes of pearly white cum shot between the two men, making their bodies sweaty and sticky. Chris lay down on Scott, still inside him, once again nuzzling his neck, and whispering.
"I think I love you," he whispered in a tone barely audible.
"I know," Scott said. "I think I love you too."
Having said those words to one another, Chris lifted his head up, and Scott kissed him again. As his cock went limp, it slid out of Scott's ass with a soft plopping sound. The two men giggled gently, and got up to go clean up a little in the bathroom. Scott ran some hot water in the sink and got out some washcloths. Gently, the two men cleaned each other off, in between kissing and hugging. After they towel dried one another, they walked, hand in hand, back to Scott's bedroom. Pulling back the sheets, the two men climbed into bed together. Meeting in the center, Scott lay his head down on Chris's chest, listening to his heartbeat. Letting the sound soothe him.
Chris gently rubbed Scott's hair as he listened to the sound of his breathing. They were in love. Nothing could get in their way now. They just knew it.
Hey guys, so, yes this was chapter 3, I hope you liked it. I am still not sure, there may be a revision of it in the future. We shall see. As always, I love hearing what people think, especially good comments, so email me at Braintre1@hotmail.com and feel free to check out my site http://www.angelfire.com/me4/braintre10/ Chapter 4 is on its way.