What's Love Chapter 2
Hey guys, I'm sorry the last chapter was short. I'm hoping to make this one longer, and this chapter will focus on Jayme mostly since he is the main character of the story. Hope you guys enjoy!
(Jay)
Why do things happen to people? I used to believe that whatever happens is a sign of god, and it'll make you stronger in the end. But how can I rationalize the fact that I lost a two-year scholarship to attend the most prestigious college for free when I graduate.
"Jay, hunny, do you want something to eat?" My mom had managed to come into my room without me noticing. This lady, I love her, I can remember when she left my dad because he would constantly beat her, and then to protect me use the excuse "I fell down the stairs baby." Now, shes working as a Chef at her own personal restaurant while managing to provide me with the basics..luckily I'm an only child. But mind you, I'm not rich..I'd say middle class..ya' know, the regular 3 floor house, which surprises the hell out of me as to how she bought it.
"Nah, I'm not hungry but just leave it in the microwave?"
"Sure hunny, I'm leaving for work..just please eat something, your skin and bones!"
"Oh haha, go make awesome food, see ya tomorrow" I replied with a hint of sarcasm.
My mom knows basically everything about me, she knows that I'm gay and she was happy when she thought "I trusted her enough' to tell her. I tried to show her I was happy, but she knew..she just knew that I was depressed over losing my scholarship. I guess she'll just wait until I break down and tell her everything, and when that happens I'm sure she'll be there but for now shes giving me free reign while also keeping an eagle eye me? Does that make sense?
I hear the door close, and I walk down to the kitchen to found out it's eight at night. What the hell?!?! I've been thinking for five hours?? But I guess this is healthy, right?
As I am downstairs, I make a bee line for my laptop, who cant live without their facebook! Anyways, as soon as I log in, guess who I see first? The supposed love of my life, and the bastard broke up with me! I click on the message, just to see it's one of the longest messages I've ever recieved, but why give him the time of day? I was literally crying for help and what did he do? Leave. So, i just mark it read and leave it to collect dust..at least for some time.
I scroll to the next message, and it's Brandon! He's been there for me ever since my scholarship got taken away from me, and it has all transformed into him being my best friend. Everytime I hang out with him, I feel like the sunshine can finally reach me, and all I feel is warmth. Do I like him? Probably, but it's human nature, and I was with Michael so it was all blocked off AND he's straight, so I get shot down before it begins. The message just says: 30 minutes.
Holy hell, hes coming in half an hour. But Brandon was basically the only friend I had, and oh so gorgeous so you don't hear me complaining that hes coming straight from football practice just to hang out with me, I know it's not much but that makes me just fly to sky! But woah, I have to clean up the house..or at least the living room and my bedroom.
Rushing around, trying to make everything clean and tidy is making me work up a sweat. In the middle of rushing to the magazine pile in a stack, I hear the doorbell and I already know who it is: Brandon! But just to be sure, I look out the window and all I see is the sweaty hunk of a man, whose willing to hang out with me. I run to the door, and just try my best to hide my hardon in my skinny jeans (their comfortable, try 'em!)
"Hey dude whats up?" I ask, trying to be as manly as possibly
"Football, the hardest practice yet! But I promised I would hang out with you, can I just take a shower real quick?"
"Sure, you know where everything is at, I'll just meet you in the living room, we'll watch Resident Evil."
I wouldn't allow anyone to just take a shower, what am I crazy? But there are two reasons for this: 1. hes my best friend 2. naked football player in my house? C'mon and tell me you wouldn't want that to happen, but I can't let my mind wander..I can only imagine for now, yet there is just one big wall, and his name is Michael. But why am I struggling? This guy is straight! It's just all fanatsy for me, I mean c'mon two football players? Get real.
Ok..it's been over an hour since Brandon got in the shower, what the f- is he doing? Anyways, since the bathroom hes using is right next to my room, I go up and I don't hear the water running.
"Cmon! Stop jerkin off and lets gooo"
"Uh..Uh..Yea one minute"
See, with only Brandon I could be so direct, if it was anyone else I would just be withdrawn. Its just that we're really close right?
I can't even continue my thought cause as soon as the bathroom door open, my eyes pop out of my eyes and my jaw drops to the floor. Now luckily, Brandon didnt see this because he was drying his magnificant blonde hair. While he does this, I take my time to study his body: An almost eight-pack, such defined pectoral muscles, biceps that were bigger than anything I've ever seen, and there was a faint outline of such a big cock, well at least I had my fantasy for the rest of the year, maybe even a lifetime...
"Dude?..You in there?" Brandon asked, but had a knowing grin on his face.
"Oh..uhm..yea, just fine." I blushed.
Was it my imagination or was he stepping close? Nah, it couldn't be. In my shame, I just closed my eyes and looked down to the ground.
The next thing I feel is his index finger under my chin, lifting my face to meet his, and all I see is his crystal blue eyes. At the one moment, everything was clear, there was no joke. I knew what he wanted to do, but did he?
Brandon stepped even closer, and started to lean his head down..
"what are we..." but I'm abruptly shushed as his lips manage to reach mine.
What's going on?!?! I'm in love with Michael, he's my soulmate, but this kiss...I have to resist it, but I have never felt this before. I'm single, but hes straight! When did the world come out of order?
I give into his kiss and thats all the encouragement he needed. Like a wild beast, he managed to push us back on the bed with him on top of me, but he flipped us around so I was on top of him. I could feel his hard piece of meat growing right on the base of my thigh, and it seemed massive, but thats in my opinion I've only had one other to compare it to.
Brandon begins to push upwards, and moans. I just managed to take my shirt off with his help and gyrate my hips in my circular motion. I know he might regret this later, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
In the heat of the moment, I see his defined torso, and I begin sucking at the base of his neck licking my way to his pecs and apparently I found his spot, his nipples. I would suck on them, bite them and that would cause a loud animalistic groan from him. Those abs, if they were candy they would be the sweetest thing ever. As i kiss every ab, I move down and unwrap his towel, just to hold his hot pulsing meat which looked around 8.5 inches and as thick as my wrist.
At that moment, it looked like the best thing in the world.
"Uh..Jay?" Brandon looked down.
I didn't even respond, I just took the head and a couple inches of the shaft in my mouth, only to taste the sweetest pre-cum in the world.
"Oh baby, yea suck that cock" Brandon moaned and pushed his meat further up and down my throat.
There was a voice in the back of my mind that was telling me this was wrong, that I was still with Michael but my urges..my damn teenage hormones were taking control.
Using hard suction and my tongue going on the bottom of the shaft, I knew if I continued he wouldn't last long and there would be a mess on the bed. While having his meat in my mouth, it was way too hot in my room, I took off the rest of what I had on, and just started to jerk off, Brandon noticed this and pulled me up to eye level.
We started kissing again, but once again we fliiped and he was on top of me.
"You are so beautiful baby, I'll make you feel so good" Brandon whispered in my ear, then began to suck the part behind my ear, which was one of my most sensitive spots. The only thing I could do was moan.
Since he was supporting his weight with his arms, I put my hands on his back on pushed him down on top of me. Brandon's body was like a warm blanket, my blanket...for now.
He starting moving his meat up and forth, and since I created alot of pre-cum which acted as a lubricant there was barely any discomfort. His dick would head from my balls to my bellybutton and I would just push up to make this even more pleasureable.
Longstroking, I guess is the name, but then when he was going back down he overshot and went even further down to my ass, I gasped and he continued even harder. Now that his dick was in the crevice of my ass, he became even more determined and kissed me.
My dick was rubbing up against his abs, I was just looking at his sweaty face body and there was immense pleasure from what was happening it was all too much, and he felt it as well. So, we kissed one more time, and an loud growl came out of his mouth and onto mouth and I came on my chests with the largest explosion ever, and it seemed he unloaded a gallon of cum.
They say, after you cum, that there is complete peace in your mind. No thoughts, just happiness. And, that was true. But, now, we stared at each other, there was love in his eyes but also fear. What did we just do? Brandon roller over to the side of the bed, and closed his eyes, then started snoring. I couldn't bear to wake him up, so I walked to the door connecting my room and the hallway and locked it, incase my mom came to check on me, and I went back to my bed. We both did something that was intense, wanted, but we shouldn't have done it. I had Michael, and now I was having strong feelings for Brandon. I laid my head on his chest, and the final thought I had before I drifted to sleep was "What am I going to do..."
To Be Continued...
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I tried to make this second chapter, revolve around Jayme and his now apparent love triangle. What do you guys think should happen? I'd be happy to hear from you guys.