- Is your sister back yet?
"No, she's coming back Monday."
- And that hottie brother-in-law? Was he ok?
"Yeah, sure, he's fine."
- Rick darling, is everything ok over there? You sound like this conversation is painful or something. Do you want to talk?
"Thanks, Jerry, but not really. I have a few issues I need to deal with right now on my own"
- Sure, I get that. Could you perhaps use a distraction?
I had to smile weakly. You would have to know this little man to know how caring he is. And I appreciated it. But there was nothing he could do, and I didn't feel like talking with him while Nate sat just a few feet from me. Even looking at him now, I saw that the moment I smiled, he froze a bit.
"That's really kind of you, boy, but I don't think it would help at the moment."
- Sure, daddy, if anything, call me.
"Sure, thank you, Jerry." It was hard for me not to call him boy again, as I saw Nate's brow twitch when I called him boy just then.
I ended the call and set the phone back on the desk.
Nate was watching me, silently sitting without movement. There was chaos in my head, and there was no place for me to hide and think it through.
"I will go for a run. I need to sort out my thoughts."
Nate just nodded slowly. He still hadn't said a word as he watched me get dressed and leave.
I put the hood on and blasted the running playlist in my ears. I ran until I could hear only noise in my ears, and no random thoughts were emerging from within my conscience. Just music and my breath. Just the road and street lights.
I ran like this for some time and then decided to think again. Now I was a bit calmer.
I liked Nathaniel. There was no question about it. I loved his hunger for my body and how he could take me. I adored him when he smiled and admired him when he talked. I liked how he moved, and I was fascinated with how he learned so fast things it took me years to get. Was he really living only with women before, thinking he was asexual? Is that even possible in today's day and age? He can lie, of course. But in the end, what does it matter?
Am I looking for a relationship with him? Does even that matter? He's married, and what's more, he's fucking married to Ash!
I saw a familiar store and turned back because I was far now.
Nothing will really matter if I stay there. There is no way we won't do it again. But I had to be honest with myself about one thing, I didn't want to leave either. I wanted this to continue and see where it goes. I fucking wanted him like no one ever. So even if I make the biggest mistake of my life, I want to go with it and burn with it if needed.
I will have to constantly remind myself that I am the side piece, and I will have to find the strength to leave when it becomes unbearable, but until then, I want to try it. Not for Nate but for me. Not because he's fucking good lay but because I want to get to know him as a person, as a man. But in that case, I need to make my peace with the possibility that I may be the one shattered into pieces in the end. Can I make my peace with that?
Fuck it! Fuck it all! Fucking bring it on!
I ran faster. It felt like I was running from myself. Like I needed to reach Nathaniel before my self-doubt and reason would catch up to me. I needed to hold him this second! I saw our street. I sped up to a full sprint. I need to have him now!
I opened the door and took my earphones, hoodie, and shoes off. I looked for Nate. Then everything stopped.
The living room was dark, with a single light next to the couch. I saw Nate sitting there sideways, legs in front of him, resting his head and shoulder on the back cushions. He got a book on his lap, but it didn't seem like he was reading. He looked at me, quiet, calm, stoic. I came to him and sat behind him on the couch, moving him slightly to sit between my legs, his back to me. I put my arms around him and laid my head on his shoulder, breathing fast and erratic but somehow, deep inside, I felt calm. I sat there for a while, getting my breath under control.
"My grandfather was Richard," I said in deep silence between us. "Since I remember, no one ever called him that, cos he hated it. That is what his father was called. So, everyone called him Rick. I was named after him. Even though there is Richard on my papers, no one was ever allowed to call us anything other than Rick. I remember once a new mailman came and called him Richard, just reading off his fucking envelope. Grandfather started yelling at him so bad that I was afraid to sleep that night.
Since I remember, I have hated that name. But I was even more afraid to be called anything other than that. I suppose if one grows up with some ideology, one just gets used to it. No matter how they feel about it. I think It's just kind of fucking conditioning."
Nate lightly touched my arms, but he let me speak.
"I always hated him. He was demanding and forced the whole family into submitting anything he decided. There was no questioning him if he said something."
"He, of course, hated gays. Like hated with passion and disgust. He lived through all the gay movements, and the fact that they 'won' as he called it, made him really vicious. He called them perverts, that was the only name he ever used for them, and some of the things he said about them shook me to my core. I hated him, but I was afraid for my life when I realized I liked boys. Even more when I fell in love." I swallowed tears as I continued without thinking much through. Those words just poured out. "He was the reason I seriously thought about ending it. If it weren't for Steve, I would do it back then."
I realized some tears fell on his shirt as I remembered things I was not able to say to anyone ever, not even Steve. I stopped. I couldn't bring myself to go into detail just yet. Things about the grandfather and things about Ashley, my parents...
Nate waited patiently, and after a moment of silence, he turned to me. His eyes were watery as he took my cheek and kissed me. We kissed for a while when he raised himself and straddled me, still kissing me slowly. We stopped and rested our foreheads on each other.
"I like Richard," I said in a whisper.
"I like you, Richard." He said in the same whisper, caressing my hair.
I looked at him. "I like you, Nathaniel." He smiled a little at that. He kissed my eyelids and my cheeks, holding me close.
"I don't know if I can handle living with the two of you, especially if you decide to stay with Ashley. But I am not going to force your decision. I will stay as long as I will be able to take it, but I will leave if it becomes too hard to bear." I was looking at him seriously
"Thank you"
"You have some time to figure out what you want, Nathaniel. But don't take it for granted, cos I will not be your side piece for years. If I fall in love with you and you decide to stay here, you will have to find another dick to help you figure things out. I love myself more than to do that to me. Is that clear?"
"Yes," he kissed me gently and laid his body on me. I loved the way his muscles fit with mine.
I felt so many emotions at once. I felt profoundly caring for this man yet also resentful for the decisions I have to make and the pain it's causing me. I wanted to make love to him and, at the same time, punish him.
I wrapped my fingers around the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled on them slightly. He looked at me, and I shifted, so I was kneeling above him as I pushed him onto his back to lie on the couch. I kissed his adam's apple and felt like he was swallowing his moans in a dry throat. I kissed my way down his neck to his shoulder while, with my second hand, I unbuttoned his button-down shirt, slowly peeling it off his chest.
When I uncovered a nipple, I gently bit it and pulled, covering it with my tongue. Nate moaned underneath me and held my wrist on his nape, and with his second hand, he took hold of my hair as well. As I unbuttoned the shirt to the belly, I went over there. He didn't have prominent abs, but there was a beautiful definition, and his stomach was hard as a rock. I licked his belly button and trailed his open shirt to the cotton pants below. He stopped breathing for a second as I opened his fly and pulled them down his legs.
`Now wearing only grey boxer briefs with a hard cock in them. I let go of him and sat, watching him lay there, trailing my hands over his torso and covered dick. Then, as I looked into his dazed green eyes, I slowly removed his briefs and lowered myself onto his cock, taking it in. He took my head and bobbed slowly into my mouth. Then I licked his balls, went to his taint, and kissed his crack before licking it. He moaned so sweetly that I could stay here for a while, but I now had different urges.
I sat back again and removed my sweaty shirt. Then, watching Nate's expression, I pulled down my pants along with my jock and laid between his spread, welcoming legs. I kissed his jaw and went to his lips as I prepared to fuck that pussy a third time today. Damn, I couldn't get enough of him, could I?
I kissed him as I slowly forced his hole open for me. I took his wrists in my hands and held them above his head as I made him mine.
"Whose pussy is this boy?" I asked, looking at him patiently
"Yours, Richard." I kissed him harder than I had planned, but he reciprocated without shame. I started trusting in deep hard thrusts as he moaned into my mouth.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Nathaniel. Fuck, you are still so tight I am getting crazy."
I started trusting faster "This is what you want?"
"Yes, Richard, give me more."
I increased the tempo, and he was now screaming incoherently, mad with pleasure, "Yes!" "Oh damn... fuck.." "Richard, take me!"