I spent the rest of the summer working my ass off on the ranch. The hard work seemed to make the time go by faster. More often than not, I would be working alone, far away from the house. I wore a pair of gloves and a pair of work boots, and nothing else. I wanted to have a deep, all-over tan for the next time I could be with Jared. I also maintained a rigorous workout every evening. My body was really coming into shape.
I talked to Jared on the phone almost every day. We made a commitment to each other that we would be together by the end of the first semester, living together on a permanent basis. That would mean his breaking up with Marissa, and one or both of us transferring to another school. It would also involve some sort of explanation to our parents. We had a long road ahead.
At the end of the summer, I moved back to Albuquerque to begin my second year of college. I had a small, one-bedroom efficiency-type apartment near campus. I settled into a routine that included classes, studying, and work.
I had very little interest in any social activities. All I wanted to do was get the semester over with so that I could be with the man I loved.
One day as I was doing laundry in the laundry room of my apartment complex, I saw I guy that I recognized from high school. He didn't attend my school, but he had been such an outstanding basketball star that he was often featured in local papers. I had seen him play a few times. We had graduated the same year.
"Hey, aren't you Chris Sanchez?" I asked.
"Sure am," he answered with a pleased smile.
I introduced myself and told him how much I had enjoyed seeing him play basketball in high school. I wondered what he was doing here because I had heard that he had gotten a scholarship to play at some school in Texas.
"Things just didn't work out," he explained without giving much explanation at all. "I decided to come back to be closer to home."
I sensed that he didn't want to discuss it further, so I changed the subject. We talked a lot about school. He was taking a class that I had finished the previous semester. I offered to help him out with it. From those humble beginnings, Chris and I became really good friends. He seemed lonely to me, and I guess I was lonely, too. It was nice just to have someone to go places with, like grabbing a quick dinner or going to a movie.
Doing things like that alone gets old really quickly.
Chris was a really good-looking guy, and I was surprised that he didn't have a girlfriend. He was about six feet tall, and had a muscular build. He worked really hard to stay in shape. He was, of course, Hispanic, with shiny black hair, dark eyes, and a friendly, pleasant smile. For some reason, he seemed to be as much a loner as I was. I soon realized that I was his only friend.
Our relationship took a turn in a new direction late one afternoon when we had planned to go to a movie. Chris was supposed to come over to my place (he lived in another building, and up one level) at 5:30. We were going to a six o'clock showing, so we didn't have much time to spare. He was late, so I went over to his building to find him. I pounded on the door, and then let myself in.
Chris was flat on his bed, lying on his stomach. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of Umbros.
"Hey, dumb ass. Let's go!" I shouted. "We're going to be late."
"Mark," he whined, "I feel like shit. I think I pulled something playing tennis today."
Chris had to be the worst tennis player on the planet. He was taking lessons, and I went to watch a couple of times. He was really pathetic. I often wondered how someone who was so incredibly athletic on the basketball court could suck so badly at tennis. It was no surprise to me that he had hurt himself.
"Come on, you big chicken shit crybaby," I said. "It'll work itself out if you'll just get up and walk."
"Bull shit!" he replied. "It hurts like hell, and I'm not going anywhere. Go by yourself."
"All right, all right," I answered. "Tell me where to rub, and I'll see if I can help you out a little."
I sat down on the bed, and started rubbing and kneading his shoulders. He gave instructions guiding me to the places that needed the most help. "Higher, lower, to the right, to the left, harder, softer," and on and on and on.
After what seemed to me like a long time, I stopped rubbing.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked. "You can't stop now. I haven't been this relaxed in years."
So I went back to work. The more I rubbed and massaged, the more sensual I became. I started feeling a familiar stir below the belt. I ignored it, trying to concentrate on loosening Chris' muscles. I moved further and further down his back until I reached the waistband of his shorts. I lingered there for a while, occasionally venturing under the waistband for a second or two. Finally, I pulled the shorts down ever so slightly to reveal a thin line of white skin, and the very tip of his crack. He didn't protest, so I continued. I moved down to his bare feet, and expertly massaged every inch of them. I gave careful attention to each toe. He sighed in complete satisfaction.
I moved up to his calves, next, kneading out the knots of soreness there. Then I took on his thighs. I started out massaging, and then simply caressed them. I gently moved up and down his inner thighs, conveying as much sexuality as possible. I reached my fingers up under the hem of the shorts, touching his ass and crotch. I slid back up to the waistband, and pulled it a little further down. I went to work on the exposed skin. He seemed to be completely at ease with my actions.
"Let's take these off," I suggested.
He pushed himself up high enough to slide the shorts down to his knees. I took them from there, and pulled them over his feet, tossing them on the floor. I then took his naked white ass in both hands, and worked it over, using all ten fingers. He opened his legs to accommodate me. That was all the invitation I needed. I leaned down and crammed my tongue into his asshole. He grunted and gasped with pleasure as I moved in as far as my tongue would reach.
"Turn over," I ordered, after a few minutes.
He quickly complied, sporting a rod that stood at attention, slapping flat against his belly. I took his cock in my mouth. I moved quickly down, and soon had Chris screaming for more. He held the back of my head as he fucked my mouth. He thrust his hips upward time and time again, as he held my head down against his belly. I could tell that he had been needing this. He went after it like a hungry man would take to food. He came with a violent shudder, releasing a deep groan and a sigh of satisfaction. I swallowed up all the juice, and licked his dick completely clean. He lay perfectly still, resting in silence.
He finally looked up, meeting my eyes with his. "That was the best," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "You're great, unbelievable! I've never felt anything like that."
I smiled at the compliment. "Thanks," I said. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."
I left him there lying spread-eagle in the nude. I went home and jerked off to satisfy myself. I figured we would have plenty of opportunities to teach him how to give expert blowjobs. Not to mention ass fucking.
We fell into something of a routine. We had sex often, just about every day. We bathed together, slept together, sucked, fucked, screwed, kissed, and licked ourselves into a frenzy every time we got together. But my feelings for Chris were not the same as my feelings for Jared. I loved Chris as a friend or a brother, and I loved having great sex with him. But my heart still belonged to Jared. Chris helped me get through a difficult time, and I helped him to discover himself. But Jared was the person with whom I planned on spending the rest of my life.
One day in late October, Jared called me with some incredible news. He had broken up with Marissa and had told her the truth about our relationship. My heart stopped the moment he told me about it. I was afraid to even ask how she reacted to the fact that her brother and her boyfriend were lovers. He said that she had cried a lot, but Jared is a very good, kind person, and he helped her to get through it. She seemed to be OK with it, he said, but I would have to hear it from her to be sure.
He had also told his parents that he was gay. His dad had been a jock football player in college, and really wanted his son to be just like him. The news of his son's homosexuality was a devastating blow. He didn't know how to deal with it.
"Get your pathetic faggot ass out of my house," had been his response. "Don't ever think about coming back here."
Jared's mom had been more sympathetic, but seemed powerless. She allowed the father to make most decisions, and went along with this one, unwillingly or not.
Jared needed to be with me. He got plane reservations, and told me when to pick him up at the airport. He would be in Albuquerque in three days.
Meanwhile, I called Marissa. This was one of the most difficult phone calls of my life. But once we got started, the conversation flowed and flowed. I poured out my heart to her, telling her how much I had struggled with my sexuality, trying to change it, but finally accepting it. She cried with me, and encouraged me, telling me how much she loved me. "You're my brother," she said, "and I'll always love you no matter what happens. And now I guess I have a new brother. Jared means a lot to me, and I only want him to be happy. I know how much he means to you, and I'm glad that you two will be together."
I was so relieved when I hung up the phone that I sat and cried. This was the day I had been longing for.
I was supposed to pick Jared up at the airport early on a Saturday morning. Chris came over on that Friday night. He was a little drunk, and wanted to sleep over. I took him to bed and sucked him dry. He fell asleep with a contented smile on his face.
I woke him up early the next morning. "Chris, get up!" I shouted in his ear. "Get your ass out of my bed. I've got to go to the airport to get Jared." I pulled him into a sitting position, and made sure his eyes were open. He was heading toward the bathroom when I left. "Be sure and lock the door when you leave," I said as I went out the front door.
I got to the airport early, and sat with sweaty palms and a palpitating heart waiting to see his face. The minute I saw him, I broke into a wide smile. He had the same smile on his face. We embraced, clinging to each other as much as we dared in public. I couldn't wait to get him home and into bed. We got his luggage and drove off toward my apartment. We talked non-stop in the car. I told him about my conversation with Marissa, and we started making our plans for the future.
We parked the car, and hurried up to the apartment. The front door was unlocked. "That asshole!" I thought to myself as I pushed open the door.
Just inside the door, I dropped his bags and pulled his face to mine. We locked in a full embrace and explored each other's mouths with deep, long kisses. I groped his ass, grinding his crotch into mine, with lust that had to be satisfied. I wanted him more than anything in the world. I pulled off his shirt and began sucking and biting his perfect, brown nipples. He moaned, rolling his head back. We shucked off our shoes and socks, and I led him toward the bedroom. The fulfillment of months of desire was moments away.
I opened the door, and looked toward the bed. I stopped in shock, struck silent by what I saw. Chris was lying in my bed, stark naked, and sound asleep. I couldn't find words to say to Jared.
He looked at me with eyes full of questions and disappointment.
"It's not what you think," I said. "He's just a friend."
"I guess I don't understand," he replied. "I thought we were going to be committed to each other, and no one else. Do you love this guy?"
I thought for a moment. "Yes, I do," I answered. "He's a great friend. But, he's not my lover. You are. Chris means a lot to me. He's like a brother to me, but you're the one I want to be with forever. I hope you can understand."
Jared seemed a little more relaxed about the situation. I started to ask him whether he had slept with any guys in California while we were apart, but I figured that it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.
I went over to wake Chris, but Jared stopped me. "Just let him sleep," he said. "It's not a big deal."
"So do you want to make out on the couch?" I asked.
"Hell no," he answered. "He's clear over on one side. Let's just make ourselves at home in your bed."
So we peeled out of our clothes, and crawled into bed. We started out in a sixty-nine position, sucking each other off. It was really weird having sex with Jared while Chris was inches away, sleeping soundly. Jared and I were lying on our sides. My head was toward the headboard, while Jared's was toward the foot of the bed. Jared was lying between Chris and me. Suddenly, Chris woke up. I was busy sucking, so I didn't pay much attention. I think he was getting off just watching us.
After a while, Chris couldn't stand being left out any longer. He moved his mouth down to Jared's ass, and jabbed his tongue into Jared's hole. I heard Jared moan with pleasure. Chris tongue-fucked his ass while I slurped and jostled and caressed his wonderful cock. I knew he wouldn't last long with all that going on. His panting and grunting reached a desperate level as he fired his load down my throat. I had forgotten how great it is to taste Jared's cum. The joy of it all brought me to my orgasm shortly thereafter, and I pumped it all into his eager mouth. We both held our shrinking dicks in our mouths until every shred of sexual energy had subsided.
Jared sat up, and moved back around so that all three of us were facing the same way. "Jared, meet Chris," I said. They smiled and shook hands.
"I've heard a lot about you," Chris offered.
"Wish I could say the same," said Jared, in a sarcastic tone. "Really guys," he continued, "it's not a big deal. Mark's my man for always, and I'm not the type to mistrust. Besides, Chris, you're a great looking guy."
Chris smiled, a little embarrassed.
"Hey Mark, how about finishing things off with old Chris here?" Jared asked.
Chris' cock was as rigid as ever. So Jared and I each took a side and began licking up his pole together. Jared licked one side, and I licked the other. Then Jared took care of Chris' balls while I sucked on his dick head. I really think Chris was in ecstasy. He moaned like I had never heard him moan. Jared and I took turns swallowing the entire shaft, slowly pulling all the way up each time. We tried to outdo each other, striving for deeper moans from Chris each time.
His face contorted into an almost painful look as he dumped his load into Jared's mouth. Jared sucked it up and then pulled off allowing me to lick up the semen that trickled down the sides of his stiff rod. We continued to lick every inch of his crotch, finally leaving him warm, wet, and satisfied.
The three of us stayed in bed together all day long. This was more than I had ever dreamed possible. I knew that the best was yet to come.