JoetheMan8 This is the eighth installment of Joe, The Man, a sequel to Dan, The Man. Before we get started, I'd like to thank a few people. First of all, Dave, for inspiring me to write about a Russian cop. Thanks again to the readers of this release of the series like Sean, James, Matt, and Dan. Special thanks to Neuman, who will always be one of my favorite readers. I have a limited knowledge of what the situation my characters are in in this chapter. I hope it is believable. Thanks.
The rights of this series belongs to solely to the author. No unauthorized reproduction is allowed. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please do not read on. And if you do not like reading about gay college guys learning about love, then what the hell are you doing reading the gay archives?
And now...
Joe, The Man**, Part VIII**
"Alcoholism"
By Joey E
I just stood on the stairways, collapsing on my butt and sat in shock
"Joe, what was that about?" Sean said. He had snuck down without me even knowing it and sat beside me.
I continued to stare out the open doorway. Sean put his hand on my shoulder. I leaned in to him and he took me in his arms as rested my head against his shoulder.
A single tear dropped out of my eye onto my cheek.
"I'm such a fool," I said to Sean after sitting back up. We both got up and went into the living room where Paul was.
"So, you're boyfriend catch you with that cop?" Paul asked looking up at me. Paul was known for his immature comments and bad timing. This was one of them.
I felt like punching him when he said that.
"NO!" I said loudly, walking past him.
He was still fuckin' smiling at me. I couldn't believe him. Was he that sick in the head?
"Well, I'm assuming it went something like that," he persisted. Sean shook his head and looked away from us.
"Yeah, somewhat."
"Joe cheats on his boyfriend, and then his boyfriend finds out. Nothing new," Paul remarked to Sean. Sean walked out and went into Paul's Bedroom.
I looked at him, not believing what he was saying. "Paul, and to think I saved your life, man!"
"Well, Joe, you should've known that you were going to get caught. This has happened to you once before about three years ago remember?"
That did it. I was pissed off at myself enough, and then Paul had set me off. I tore across the room, and aimed right for Paul. Paul looked at me with frightened eyes. I slugged him in the face with my fist. Paul pushed me up off of him, and kicked me in the chest. Sean came running out as soon as he could, right after I pushed Paul into the lamp, which came crashing down.
"BREAK IT UP!" he yelled, holding me back. I was now really pissed off, which is unusual for me.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Joe?" he asked me, still restraining me. I was meanwhile trying to break free.
"Nothin'! Tell your boyfriend over there to shut his fuckin' mouth," I yelled.
Paul's lip seemed to be bleeding. My chest was killing me.
Just then we heard someone coming up the steps. All the movement stopped for a brief moment, and we saw Justin walk through the door. He did a take of the whole situation and his mouth dropped.
"What's going on in here?" he asked.
"Joe decided to punch me for no good reason," Paul started. I glared at him, Sean's arms still around me.
"Fuck you," I said to Paul, feeling my face on fire.
"Damn!" Justin yelled. "Joe what the hell is wrong with you?"
Oh, great, I thought, now he's taking sides with Paul too. "Nothin's wrong with me."
"I think I hit a nerve when I told him since he got caught cheating on his boyfriend once, it would happen again."
"Yeah, well, what business of it is yours anyway? You think you're better than me?" I asked him.
"I didn't say that, Joe. All I made was a simple remark that you have a record of cheating.."
"A record?" I interrupted. "Now I have a record? I'll have you know that I didn't cheat once on Dan."
A thought came to my head. "Are you saying that if a guy you really thought was cute, really cute, and really hot, you wouldn't consider making out with him?" I asked him.
"Hey!" Sean interjected. "I don't really want to hear the answer to this question." He let go of me. I straightened out my shirt.
Just then Kevin came into the apartment.
"What the fuck is going on?" he asked.
"Long story," Justin said. "I was just about to hear it, too."
"I can't deal with this shit, guys," I said. "Paul deserved the punch that he got from me. I don't believe I was wrong in what I did. I'm gettin' out of here. I can't stand this shit!," I said, going into my room and getting my jacket.
Kev followed me into our room. "Joe, what's wrong man? You look fucked up," Kev said, softly.
I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "I cheated on Matt tonight, and he somehow found out."
"Oh, man....damn. I'm sorry to hear that. How did he find out?"
"Well, he was here when the cop was still here, and he's very perceptive. He seems to know me very well," I said, putting on my jacket.
"Where the hell are you going, Joe?" he asked.
"To hell! I don't know...."
"It's fuckin' 3 in the morning. You've got no place to go."
"Who cares?" I asked.
"Fuck man, Joe, calm down."
"I ain't living here much longer, dude," I said. "I can't stand living with him anymore. He drives me crazy! He expects me to be his friend when he treats me like shit! I'm worth more than that."
"All right, Joe, come on. We're going to Philly for some cheese steaks," Kev said, pushing me out the bedroom door. "But you're driving!"
I laughed at his comment, and cheese steaks did sound good. Sean and Paul were sitting on the couch. Paul now had a paper towel on his lip. I gave him a glare, and walked out the door before Kev.
"We're gonna get cheese steaks in Philly, anyone want to come?" Kev asked.
"Sure," Justin said, getting up and putting on his jacket as well.
"Come on!" Kev said, smiling. We all went to my car, and I drove into the city.
"So, Joe, what really set you off in there?" Justin asked from the back seat.
"Well, it is true, first of all, I did cheat on Matt. It was with that cop. I mean, come on, man, that's always been a fantasy of mine. I don't know why, but I gave into him. I tried to remain strong, but I couldn't."
"And then Paul and Sean come in just as Matt is freaking out about the fact that I cheated on him. They heard the end of the fight which wasn't very good. Paul then kept talking to me, offering me no support whatsoever, and just telling me how it was my fault and how I had a record of cheating on my boyfriends."
"Aw man, that sucks," Kev said. Kev knew what I talking about. He didn't get along with Paul too well at times.
"Yeah, so I just let loose and punched him," I said, paying the tolls over the bridge.
"Man, Paul sure is fucked up," Justin said.
"You have to room with him," Kevin remarked.
"Yeah I know."
"So, what's gonna happen now between you and Matt?" Kev asked.
"Beats the crap out of me. He punched the wall before he left, and told me how much he was in love with me."
"Fuck, man, you really screwed things up," Kev said.
"I know," I said. "I just hope I can fix it, soon."
"Do you like him Joe? I mean really like him?" Kev asked.
"Who Matt?"
"Yeah."
"Sure, I do. I really do like him a lot. I don't know why I got with that cop. I think I was fucked up on the pot still, and I think I was a little buzzed."
We got to Philly, and I was actually having a decent time. Justin hardly ever hung out with us, and it was fun getting to know him. He was a cool guy. It all took my mind off the pressing issues at home, which is what I needed.
We finally got back to the apartment at about 5. I turned into bed, and went to sleep. I had a 12:30 class in the morning.
The alarm went off at 10:30AM. I hit snooze (or on my alarm clock it's called Doze) on my radio clock about three times, finally getting up at about 10:50AM. I went into the living room, and found Paul sitting on the couch. I went in the kitchen to get breakfast and didn't say a word to him. He wasn't sociable either. And that's how I preferred it right now. I got ready for my class and headed to Film Theory and Technique. Nothing exciting there. I mostly just sat and thought about what I should do about Matt now.
I went to work, after that, staying in the office and working Student Telephones taking phone bill payments. I was doing something on the computer when I saw out of the corner of my eye, a figure walk up.
"Can I help you?" I asked, without even looking up.
"Yeah..." said a voice, that made me cringe.
"Matt?" I said, looking up at him. He looked at me with sad eyes. I was about to cry.
"Joe...uh..." he said, looking at me.
"I'm sorry! I am so sorry," I said, trying not to lose it.
"When are you off work?" he asked.
I Looked at the clock on the computer. "In five minutes," I answered.
"I'll wait for you, then," he said, handing his payment over.
Well, that's a start, I thought to myself. "Sounds good," I said, entering his payment.
I soon got off work and we started our trek across campus.
"Matt. Let me say something. I want you to know that I love you, I really do. And I know that I severely hurt you last night. And I don't know why I did it. I tried to stop it from happening, but I couldn't. It's always been a fantasy of mine. I don't know, maybe it's me. I'm messed up in the head. I mean, I would be very very upset if my boyfriend cheated on me," I said.
"Little bud," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "I forgive you, man."
"You do?" I stopped walking.
"Yes, I do," he said, looking into my eyes.
"Really?"
"It'll take a while you to get my trust back, but for the mean time, I forgive you."
I sighed and smiled at him.
"You're really cute, you know," he said, smiling back at me.
"What made you decide to forgive me?" I asked as we continued walking to my apartment.
"I took a long, long walk when I left your apartment thought about things. I got to thinking that if I were in the same situation as you, what would I do?"
"You came up with the same conclusion?"
"Yeah, man," He replied.
"Well that doesn't make me feel any better," I said. "But I guess it's fair. There'll always be that little doubt in our minds now, won't there?"
"Yeah, I guess."
We made it back to the apartment. I hadn't gotten a chance to tell him what Paul did to me, and what I did to Paul last night before we got in the door. Paul was in the living room, studying and watching TV. I glanced at him once and then walked passed him.
"Hey Paul," Matt softly said.
"Hey, man, what's up?"
"Not much, bud."
"Didn't expect to see you around here for a while," Paul said, smiling up at him.
"Well, Joe and I had a talk."
"Ah," he said. I glared at him, trying to stop him from going any further.
"What?" Paul asked me.
"Nothing!" I said.
"You missed an interesting night after you left, Matt. Joe punched me in the face," Paul said.
"Oh, yeah? Well, I'm sure you deserved it in one capacity or another. Joe doesn't go around punching people for no reason, bro," Matt said, smiling at me.
Thank God Matt was there. I looked at Matt, and motioned for him to come follow me to the balcony. I needed a cigarette bad. He looked at me in disapproval but there was little he could do.
I lit up my Marlboro Menthol Light and looked over at Matt, standing and leaning on the railing to the balcony.
"You know, Matt, this is going to be my last pack ever," I said, holding up my pack of cigs.
"I'll believe it when I see it Joe," he said, frowning.
"No seriously, I'm gonna quit. There is no real reason for me to smoke. And since you don't, you won't be tempting me to," I said.
"Like I said, Joe, I'll believe it when I see it," he said. "On a brighter note," he said, his face lightening up. "How was the copper?"
"What!?"
"How was the cop?" He asked again, smiling at me.
"What??" I asked again.
"Are you deaf?" He asked laughing. "It's just a question."
"Yeah, one that I really don't want to answer," I said, putting out my cigarette.
"Joe, just tell me one thing, were you safe?" he asked, putting his hand on my arm.
"Yes, we were, dude," I said. We both walked back into the apartment. The phone rang. Paul answered it.
"Joe, it's for you," he said, handing me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Joe, man, it's Dave," the voice said, sounding a little tired and worn out.
"Dave? The cop?" I asked. I saw Matt's head turn swiftly towards me.
"Yeah."
"What's up? I hope you're not busy," he said.
"Well, not exactly, why, what's up?"
"Well, it seems that you left a mark on my neck the night before, and my boyfriend, uh, just found it. He's not too happy with me right now," he said.
"Aw, dude, I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay. Only thing is, I'm scared. He went out in a fit this afternoon and probably went out drinking. When he comes home, he is a totally different person," Dave explained.
I sat down on the couch, wondering why Dave was telling me this. I mean, we only had sex once, and we only knew each other vaguely. It seemed strange. Matt walked over to the couch and sat next to me, rubbing my shoulders.
"Dave, why are you telling me this?"
"Because I have no one else to tell, man. I'm in the closet, Joe. I don't have many gay friends, at least close ones."
"I see," I said, understanding how it can be to be alone.
"So, I'm calling you to ask a favor. Please come over and hang out with me tonight. We won't do anything sexual, I promise. I'm sorry if I caused anything between you and your boyfriend..."
"Well, that's a different story. But back up. You want me to come over and hang out with you?"
Matt punched me in the arm, lightly. I looked at him. He mouthed the words, "You better not!" I dismissed him and return to my conversation.
"But, dude, you're a cop, you should be able to defend yourself, man."
"So is he, Joe."
"Oh, shit..." I said.
"Yeah. I know."
I thought it over for a few seconds. "I'll tell you what? I'll come over, but only if I can bring my boyfriend to protect me."
"Sure, man. Then I can finally meet the lucky bastard," he said.
We talked more, and he told me where he lived. I looked at Matt from time to time, and he was giving me looks of confusion. I hung up the phone.
"What was that all about?"
"Well, you know that cop that was here last night?"
"Yeah, I KNOW," Matt said, a little roughly.
"Oh, you mean the one you fucked?" Paul asked.
I looked over at Paul, and I had the strange impulse to punch him again. I restrained myself this time.
"He's afraid of his boyfriend. I think he may be in an abusive relationship. His boyfriend found a mark I left on his neck," I said, blushing at Matt.
"Would you please go over with me? I trust myself, but I think it would help to have a big guy there," I said, all the time wondering what I had gotten myself into.
"Sure, bud" Matt said, taking me into his arms, and kissing me lightly on the cheek.
We were soon off in my Camry, and we found his apartment in the local town next to us in no time.
"Matt, I am sorry for what I did last night. I just want you to know that," I said, looking at him before we got out of the car.
He grabbed my hand and held it. "Joe, I know. You are forgiven. I love you."
"I love you too," I said, kissing him on the lips. We parted after a few seconds.
` "Ready to go in?" Matt asked.
"Matt, tell me why I'm doing this," I said, looking ahead.
"Because, you're a nice guy, and it's only natural that you want to help the man you fucked," he said. I whipped my head around to look at him. He was grinning.
"No, seriously, Joe. I don't know exactly why you're doing this, but I chose not to ask you, because I don't believe you do either."
"Well, Matt, one day I'll have to tell you about an incident that happened to me on-campus. I was beaten because I was gay," I explained, looking ahead again. "I vowed to not take any shit like that again. I didn't think a gay man would beat on his own kind," I said unbuckling my seat belt.
We both got out of the car. I locked the doors. It was a nice apartment complex. Four doors in sets of three in each apartment building. They looked pretty nice, not like the ones on-campus.
"What was his address?" Matt asked, looking around.
"350," I replied. "It's right in front of us."
"Cool. That's probably his car over there," Matt said, pointing to an unmarked cop car.
"I'm nervous," I said.
"Don't be," Matt said, putting his arm over my shoulder. "I'm here."
"If I could kiss you, I would."
I rang the door bell. After a moment, we heard someone coming down the steps of the apartment. The door opened, and I saw Dave's face. He smiled at me.
"Thanks, Joe," he said looking relieved. His brief smile seemed to disappear when he saw Matt.
"You too, Matt," he said, opening the door for us to come in. We walked up the steps. They had a nice place. A two-bedroom apartment. The living room was big for an apartment. There was a complete home theater system, which looked like it could blow a hole through the roof.
"You like that system?" Dave asked, noticing me looking at it.
I took a few steps closer, leaning down to check out what kind of stuff he had. He had some of my favorite brands for audio equipment.
"Aw..dude! This is awesome," I said, in awe.
"It's mine," Dave said. I looked back at him.
"Let me take your coats," he said, holding out his hands. I handed him mine. Matt handed him his.
"Sit down, while I put these away," he said, leaving the room with our coats.
Matt and I sat down next to each other on the couch. I noticed that in the corner, there was a Mac and a bunch of keyboards and crap.
"Looks like your bedroom, Joe," Matt remarked in reference to the corner. I smiled at him.
"Yeah, I know," I said, getting up to look at it. "Hey Dave, are you into music?"
"Yeah," He replied as he walked back into the living room. "That's my other job, a musician."
"A cop-musician?" I asked, thinking that was a strange combination.
"Yep!"
We all sat back down on the couch and talked, Dave seeming to want to know more about me and Matt. We didn't talk about why we were here, and what had happened before. We talked for at least an hour until Dave brought it up.
"So, now, we gotta work out a story for when my boyfriend comes home," Dave said.
"Oh, yeah," Matt said. "Well, Joe's better at coming up with stories than I am, since he has to lie more." He smiled and winked at me.
"What?" I exclaimed. "Well, I think since Dave knows best, I think he should come up with the basis of the story at least," I said.
We talked and finally came up with a plan. Dave and I had met at a gig we played at together. Matt and I were a song writing team, and we were just throwing around new ideas.
"By the way, what type of music does your band play?" I asked.
"Oh, every type," he said. We do weddings and shit like that. We all have other jobs."
I laughed. "Do you think it'll work?"
"It better, bud" said Matt. "What time is he getting home?"
"Well like I told Joe, he went out pissed off and he'll probably be home any moment now," said Dave, looking at his watch.
"Dave, has he beaten you?" I asked, quietly.
Dave looked at me with frightened eyes. He honestly looked scared. He looked like he was holding something in that he was aching to release. I felt bad for the guy. He came over to where I was sitting, and wrapped his arms around me and started to cry. I looked over at Matt, who looked concerned. I wrapped my arms around him, and held him as he softly cried.
"Dave, man, I don't know what to say," I said, still holding him. He got up and looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"If he just wouldn't drink, he'd be okay. We have these arguments, and then he goes off all pissed off and drinks. He comes home, and starts screaming at me for no reason at all. He hit me a couple of times, but not really badly. But the last time he did something like that, he began to punch me. I am no match for him at all. He's bigger than I am," he explained.
"Just how big is this guy?" Matt asked, looking a little worried.
"About 6'3", 220lbs," Dave said, wiping his nose.
"Joe failed to mention that," Matt said, looking at me.
"I didn't know that!" I retorted.
"He punched me about four times before I got away from him. Twice in the face and twice in the stomach. I punched him back and he so drunk, he fell over. I ran out of the apartment and stayed out all night. By the next morning, he was so sorry, and apologized to me over and over and over. I don't know why I stay in it, he makes me feel rotten. He abuses me. But I love him," he said, quietly.
Just then we heard the front door down the stairway open. I looked over at Matt, with frightened eyes, and I looked back at Dave. He looked scared. We heard the guy come up the steps. It took him longer than it seemed necessary. He appeared in the doorway. He looked like a cop, with the buzz cut and all. He was as big as Dave said he was with brown eyes, a goatee, and muscles.
I looked at Matt again, wondering what we had gotten ourselves into.
"Who the hell are they?" was the first thing he grumbled.
"They're friends of mine," Dave said, standing up. "This is Chris. Chris, Matt and Joe."
"Oh, are those the ones who you fucked?" he said, slurring his words.
"Chris, please," Dave said, raising his voice. Matt and I exchanged looks. Both of us wanted to leave.
"Please what?" he roared. Dave looked at us with pleading eyes.
"We have freakin' guests over."
"You have guests. I don't," he said, looking into Dave's eyes. "Of course, you probably just fucked both of them," he said, looking over at us. "Just like that guy who gave you that!" he said, pointing to his mark on his neck. I had left a good mark, and I wish I hadn't.
"You've been cheating behind my back, probably ever since we met, David," he snarled. "What? Am I not good enough for you, you fuckin' son-of-bitch."
"Chris..."
"Shut up!" he yelled. "Just shut up, I've heard your excuses,"
"Christopher...."
"Shut up!" he yelled. "Fuckin' faggot, shut up or I'm gonna slug you."
I wanted to leave at this moment. Matt grabbed my hand and I clung on to it for dear life, not caring if they saw.
Dave didn't say anything and just stared at his lover. Chris didn't like that either though.
"Don't look at me, fuckin' slut."
Dave glared at him.
Chris slapped him in the face. Dave put his hand up this face where he had been struck. I was becoming angry. Dave had been so nice to me, he didn't deserve this. Even though he did cause problems between Matt and I. He still didn't deserve this.
"You're a fuckin' slut. Fuckin' cheating on me," he said, hitting him again. Matt jumped up.
"Leave him alone," he said, very deeply and commanding. Chris stared at Matt.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.
"Leave him alone, bud," he said again.
"Listen, I can treat him anyway I want. You two can leave now," he said, point to the door.
I looked at Dave, holding both sides of his face. Our eyes met. He looked so much in pain, not physically, but emotionally. I couldn't take much more.
"And let me take care of our problems my way," he said, looking back at Dave.
I was surprised why Dave just didn't leave. He honestly looked like he cared a lot about Chris. But still, I don't know why he stayed. I looked at Matt.
"I'll bet you were the faggot he fucked," Chris said, looking at Matt.
"You're wrong," Dave said, softly. Chris struck his face again with his backhand.
Dave stared at Chris. "Get out, man," he said softly. We all turned our heads to look at his face. His hands were holding his cheeks, his blue-green eyes watering up. He looked miserable.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Chris yelled.
Dave just looked Chris in the eyes and said in an even, low tone, "Get out."
Chris drew his fist back, and went to throw a punch. However, Dave was too quick and stepped to the side to miss the impact. I jumped up and over the coffee table. Chris fell over, I assume, because he was drunk.
I went to the side of Dave. Matt was soon at my side. "Get out, Chris," Dave said, louder.
Chris tried to get up twice and on the third time succeeded.
"You can't throw me out, you fucker." he said, getting back into Dave's face. He looked like he was going to hit him again.
"Yes I can, Chris. This is my god damn apartment," Dave said, raising his voice.
Chris made contact with Dave on this punch, and knocked him down on this butt. I was surprised. I immediately kneeled down next to him, his lip was bleeding. Dave was still teary.
"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" Dave said, through his tears. "Get the hell out of here, Chris!"
Dave flew up again, and started pushing Chris very violently. "Get out!" He shouted, pushing him. Matt and I stood together, wondering what we should do now.
To our surprise, Dave punched Chris in the face. "That's for being a fuckin' asshole, Chris. Now get out of here," He said, throwing him into the stairway and locking the stairway door.
We heard Chris banging on the door and yelling. It was very hard to listen to. I was sure the door would break down, but apparently it didn't seem to be showing any signs of strain. I walked over at Dave, standing close behind the door, flinching every time Chris kicked or punched it. He had tears in his eyes. His face was bright red and his lip was still bleeding.
I pulled him into a hug, a big strong one. He openly wept at this point. Matt came over and held both of us. After about five minutes of continuous yelling and banging, we heard footsteps going down the stairway.
"He has a key to this apartment," Matt said. "Doesn't he?"
Dave shook his head yes. "Unfortunately. But there is a deadbolt that can only be locked from the inside as well as the one that can be unlocked both sides. So, I can reasonably say I'm safe for at least tonight."
I couldn't think of a damn thing to say. I didn't want to leave him alone for the night, but I didn't want to stay with him either for some reason.
"Listen, uh, Dave. You gonna be all right?" I asked him, giving him another hug.
"Yeah, I gotta get ready for work in about an hour anyway," he said, looking at his watch. It was now 10PM. "It'll be better for me to stay out of here for a while
anyway. And at least I'll be able to arrest him if he attacks me in public."
There was a picture of Chris on the wall. Dave stopped his walk to look at it. He
pointed to the pic. It was a casual picture, and he was smiling.
"Look at him. He looks so damn cute in that picture, don't you think?" he asked.
We both walked over to the wall where the pic was hanging. Any guy would agree he
was cute.
"You wouldn't believe that monster was the same guy, would you? You would
think I was crazy if you said he was a wonderful, caring, loving person."
"Listen, Dave," I spoke up. "I know how it is when a boyfriend turns to
alcohol. One of my ex's had a drinking problem. He was wonderful and sweet when he
was sober, but when he was drunk, he was horrible and embarrassing. In other words,
I feel your pain man. I know how it is."
Dave looked at me, and kissed me on the forehead. I just smiled at him and
gave him a big hug. Matt just looked at us, looking a little jealous and hurt. Dave
sensed this, and pulled him in for a hug.
"Matt. Thanks for coming over. I really do appreciate it," Dave said.
Nothing was said about last night, and that's the way I wanted it. We talked for a few more minutes, making sure Dave would be all right and the steps he would take to prevent his lover from coming back. He was going to fill a report out at the police station tonight.
"You love him, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes I do."
"How long have you been suffering through this shit?" Matt asked.
"About a year now," Dave said, lowering his eyes to the ground.
"Damn," was all I could say.
"Yeah, I tried to get him to quit. We've been together for six years now, though. I've done all I can, man. I gave him warnings, I threatened to break up with him. It doesn't work," Dave said.
"You are too forgiving," I said. We all got up and Dave walked us out to the car.
"Yeah, I am a pushover," Dave admitted. "But, thanks again for protecting me. I wouldn't have called you, it was just that I didn't have anyone else to call. All our friends know nothing about the trouble we have, and I didn't want to involve them now. I was sort of embarrassed. But with you, Joe, I knew I could count on you for some reason."
"Thanks, I'm glad you told someone. If you ever need anything, Matt and I will be here to help," I said, putting my arm around Matt.
"And I must say, you two make a sexy couple," Dave said smiling, looking at both of us.
"Yeah, we know," Matt said, laughing.
We said our goodbyes and left, making Dave promise to stay in touch.
"Wow," Matt said, after we got on the main road again. "That was fucked up!"
I nodded my head, keeping my eyes on the road. "Yes, it sure was."
"I didn't know you had an abusive boyfriend, Joe," he said, quietly.
I laughed a little. "Yeah, I did. But I never let it get to this point."
"Care to tell me about him?" he asked.
I told him about Steve, and how he would verbally abuse me in public when he was drunk. And then one night I had walked away from him, and he punched me. That was the end for me.
"Damn, Joe. If I were there, I would've punched him out!" Matt said. "Now was this your latest boyfriend?"
We pulled into the apartment complex. "No!! No way! Dan was my last boyfriend."
"Oh, yeah, that's right. You know, though, Joe, you hardly ever talk about Dan," Matt said, getting out of the car.
"Yeah, I know. I don't want to be unfair to you. I don't want to bore you with stories about my old boyfriend, and then have you think I am comparing you to him. I try not to think about him much," I said, starting to feel a little emotional. I looked into Matt's green eyes. I saw warmth, love, and care.
"Would you like to hear what kind of guy Dan was?" I asked, softly.
"Sure would," he said, as he walked through the door that I had just unlocked.
We sat down on the couch in the empty apartment and I began to tell him about how wonderful Dan was. I didn't want to make Matt feel bad or make him feel competitive with Dan, but I also wanted to tell Matt just what kind of person Dan was.
"Damn," Matt said, looking a little uncomfortable. I sighed out loud. I put my arms around Matt.
"But I'm glad I found you, man," I said, smiling at him, kissing him on the lips. "I'm so glad you came into my life."
Matt smiled at me, and kissed me.
Just then Kevin walked in the apartment. He appeared in the doorway and yelled, "Those homos are back!"
I laughed and said hi to Kev. Matt seemed to be amused. Sean, Paul, and Justin were behind Kevin. We all said Hi. Paul was the first to speak up.
"So, Matt, are you and Joe back together again?" he asked, always instigating.
"Yeah, we are," he said, before kissing me on the cheek. I was thankful that Matt was not giving into Paul's prodding. I smiled at him.
"Oh, god," Kev yelled. "The lovebirds are making eyes at each other again!" He sat down on the couch next to both of us.
"I'm glad to hear that guys," Sean said. "You really deserve one another."
"Thanks," I said, smiling at Sean.
We somehow made it into my room. The time now was about 1AM. Matt laid down on the bottom bunk, which was my bed. He pulled me over and gently positioned me on top of him. I felt all his muscles underneath me. We kissed passionately, I felt his tongue invading my mouth, and I tried to suck it right out of his mouth. Then our tongues switched positions and he was trying to suck mine out. Meanwhile, his hands were all over the back of my body, feeling down my back, down to my ass, grabbing a cheek in both hands. We started thrusting into one another, feeling our hard cocks rubbing up against each other. In a mad passion moment, Matt literally tore off my shirt off my body.
I looked at him in amazement. "You're lucky that wasn't a good shirt," I said, smiling down at him. He slipped off his shirt, and laid back down. We rubbed our smooth chests together as we kissed more. I licked my way down his neck and over to his ear, sucking on his ear lobe as he moaned softly and low. It was real turn on because I could feel his voice vibrating his body.
He started nibbling on my ear as well, and whispered, "Can I fuck you, little bud?"
I turned and looked him in the eyes. For some reason, I wanted nothing more than that. I smiled at him. He smiled back, his dimples showing.
"Go ahead, man," I said, licking his neck again. "My ass is yours." I licked my way down to his pants, and then took them off along with his boxers, so he was completely naked on my bed. He looked so hot.
I took my jeans and boxers off as well, and climbed back on top of him. Somehow, we ended up turning and ended up in a hot 69 position. Usually I don't like it too much, because I have a one track mind and I'm concentrating on either giving or receiving but not both. However, tonight, it was absolutely wonderful. He took my 6" cock deep in his throat, and did my best with his 7 incher. Apparently I was doing a good job, since he started moaning loudly, as I gently played with his balls while sucking on his hard cock.
He started licking my balls as well, and finally got to the point where he was lick my ass.
I stopped sucking his cock because the pleasure was just too much. I started to moan out loud.
"Yeah You like that, bud?" he asked.
"Yeah, man, aw, yeah," I said, closing my eyes. It felt good. I felt his tongue trying to probe inside of my ass. Finally, he asked for lube and condoms. I got him the supplies, and laid down on my back as he started to slowly finger my ass with some lube on it. It felt so good. He leaned down and sucked on my cock, slowly at first, but then starting to speed up. His pace on my cock equaled his pace with his finger in my ass. He then took his finger out for a moment. And he lubed up my ass again. This time sliding in two fingers. He took his time and was very gentle. I was amazed that a guy his size could be so gentle. Two fingers hurt just a little bit more. And he held them there until I got used to them. He started sucking on my cock agian while he worked his fingers in and out of my ass. Finally, he thought, though I begged to differ, that I was ready.
"You ready?" he asked, putting the condom on his hard cock.
"I guess," I said, looking at the size. It wasn't the thickest I've had. So, I felt somewhat relaxed. "Do you want my ass?"
"Yeah, bud, I really want your ass," he said, smiling at me. "I want to feel my hot cock deep inside your ass."
"Fuck me, Matt," I said, softly, looking at his face seriously.
"No, " he corrected me. "I'm gonna make love to you, Joe."
He slowly pushed his cock into my ass, only getting about half way in until I screamed out in pain. He held it there, giving me time to get used to the size. He leaned down and kissed me. I felt his cock slowly slide in more. It felt good, actually.
"Go ahead, Matt. I'm ready. Make love to me," I said.
"Oh yeah?" He asked, pushing his cock in the rest of the way. I cried out in pain and pleasure.
"Aw man, bud, your ass is so fuckin' tight, dude," he said.
"You like it?" I asked, looking up at his face, seeing that he seemed to be enjoying it tremendously.
Soon the pace was increased. He reached down to stroke my hard cock while he went in and out of my ass, increasing his speed as time went on. It was amazing. I couldn't believe it was feeling this great. I felt that feeling, that wonderful feeling of pressure being built up inside of me. I knew I was close.
"Matt, I'm close, dude," I said, as I heard his balls slapping against my ass. He pulled out of me, and started sucking on my cock. That was it. I couldn't bare much more. I exploded right in his mouth without giving him any warning except with a shout of pleasure. The orgasm seemed to last forever, as he gently rubbed my balls as he sucked on my cock. He licked his lips and then stuck his hard cock right back into me.
I knew he wasn't far off either. I looked into his eyes. "Joe, I love you, man," he said, as he thrust his cock into me.
"I'm gonna cum. Joe," he moaned. He grabbed my shoulders and rammed his cock into me, and pushed me down as hard as he could on it. Surprisingly it didn't hurt. I felt his cock expanding in my ass, as I felt the load of cum shoot inside the condom. He held me there for about 15 seconds and then slowly released me. He collapsed on top of me, and kissed me, passionately. Finally, he took his cock out of me, and I felt empty. We cleaned each other up and went out to kitchen for a late night snack before turning in for the night. We found some Chips Ahoys and milk.
"Little bud, I want you to know, that I will always be here for you, man. I love you," he said, looking at me, smiling.
I put my arms around him, and said, "I know. I will always be here for you, too. I love you, and I can't deny that."
We both finished up our snacks, and walked hand in hand to the bedroom. We crawled in under the blankets. I got in front of him, and his arms were wrapped around me, my back against his smooth, muscular chest. I was in heaven, and in love, again, at last.
Well, that wraps up this section of Joe, the Man. There is more to come, though I don't know when I will get a chance to edit more sections. Please be patient. Please send all comments to SNJBoy76@aol.com Thanks!