So it wasn't the first time we kissed, but it was the first time I kissed him. The first time it meant something. The only other time we had kissed had been when he showed up at my door in the beginning and forced his tongue into my mouth. Since then we had never kissed, it'd just been fucking.
Now, I had his lips pressed against mine, my hand reached up to the back of his head and pressed him into me. My eyes were closed and I just breathed him in. He slowly pulled back, "I love you." I said as I opened my eyes to see his fist as it came down and hit me just under my left eye.
My head flipped to the right with the shock. I reached up and grabbed my cheek. I was turning to look at him but before I could his fist came down again and hit me in the temple. I pulled both my hands and arms up to protect my head now as I started to pull myself into the fetal position. Shocked and confused I yelled out, "stop it!"
As I curled up I felt him fall out of my ass and the majority of his cum drip out with it.
I screamed out, "STOP IT!" as he stood up and kicked my side.
"You fucking queer!" He spat at me and backed away putting his hands to his hair in frustration rustling it, "Why'd you have to go and do that you fucking faggot."
"What is your fucking problem?!" I said as I pulled myself into a seated position and backed away from him. My face burned where he hit me. I was reeling with confusion.
He bent forward and stepped into his pants growling to himself mostly, "Fuck, we had a good thing. Why'd you have to do that you fucking..." he trailed off as he zipped his pants and started walking back towards the trail. He turned once to look at me still sitting there confused and then shook his head and thrust his hands out in frustration as he turned and walked away.
I don't know how long I sat there for. Eventually I got up and got dressed. I couldn't comprehend what had just happened. I kept going around in circles in my mind. I had only just accepted that I actually had feelings for this man and just that quickly it had blown up in my face. I started walking away and scuffed my foot over something. I had thought it was just a rock and then I realized it was a wallet. I reached down and opened it. There, in my hands, was the wallet belonging to Marc Evans, Daddy. My heart raced, it felt like having this power suddenly. I had never known his name and now I knew that and his address.
My arms trembled, what was I going to do with this new found power? I walked back to the trail with the wallet in my back pocket. It pressed against a fresh stain of cum, oddly appropriate. As I reached the trail I was determined to follow this through and I walked the rest of the way to my car. Once in my car I studied the address. He was a distance away, made sense why I had only ever seen him on the trail, he went there to pick up men.
Forty minutes later I was pulling onto his street, I slowed down to study the street numbers until I found his. There it was, on the other side of the road from me. I put the car in park and turned it off. I just sat and stared at this house across the street from me.
My heart fell, this house ripped me in half. Why? I guess if you could see the house you wouldn't have to ask that question. You see the house itself wasn't anything to write home about. Just a simple bungalow with a garage attached. But in the front yard were two bikes and a basketball net. Clearly he didn't live alone. So I was the other man, now I had to decide did I tell his boyfriend or husband or did I just walk away.
I didn't have to think on it long before I had to duck down in my drivers seat. A vehicle was pulling up. It was an SUV. It turned into his drive way and Daddy stepped out. I knew there was a chance that his boyfriend would hop out of the other side. I didn't expect, however, what happened next. As Daddy turned to shut his door he opened the back door and let out a little girl and little boy. I was so busy staring at the kids confused that I didn't notice as his WIFE got out of the passenger side.
I don't think you could have found my heartbeat right that second as I watched he grabbed groceries out of the back, his two children played on the lawn, his wife rounded in front of him and he leaned towards her for a kiss. He was married, he wasn't gay, or he was... what was he? What was I? What were WE?!
I sat there until they were all inside, then I got out of the car, crossed the street and put his wallet in his mailbox. He would know it was from me and maybe he'd take it as a peaceful olive branch. Did I care? Maybe I wanted him to get mad and come hate fuck me.
