"Bruce said you guys had a good time at the game yesterday," said Lori.
"Yeah, uh, it was fun...you know those guys, they're always making jokes..." I replied.
My girlfriend then giggled and said, "You know, Johnny, I think my brother has a crush on you!"
I was glad we were talking on the phone so she couldn't see me turn three shades of red.
"No-no, we just get along well, that's all..." I said defensively.
"I have some advice for you, sweetie," she said, her voice suddenly serious, "don't ever bend over to pick something up when he's standing behind you, okay?"
Her laughter was so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
Before I could say anything she added, "Are we still on for dinner tonight?"
"Absolutely," I said. "I just put the roast in the crock pot."
"Can Bruce come too? It's so awkward around here...the tension between him and my dad is terrible," she said. "My goodness, it's the 21
st
century and my dad still cannot accept the fact that his son is gay. Can you imagine that?"
"Well, uh, some people aren't as open-minded as most of us," I said.
"Your dad is nice, I'm sure if you told him you're gay he'd still love you," she said.
Huh? What does she mean by that? Relax, John, she doesn't mean anything by that!
"Uh, yeah, he probably would," I answered.
"Okay, sweetie, we'll see you what time? Around five?" she asked.
"Yeah, five will be good," I said.
We said our "Good byes" and I went to the kitchen for one more cup of coffee then sat at my computer and read the latest news.
I heard Mike's bedroom door open and turned and saw his girlfriend, Cheryl, emerge.
"Hi Johnny," she said with a big smile on her pretty face. "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes," I said. "I slept all the way thru without waking up once."
She giggled and said, "Isn't that nice -- me too," then disappeared into the bathroom.
When she finished, she went directly from the bathroom back into Mike's bedroom. Soon, Mike came out of the room and walked up to me.
"What the hell, man! Close your door when you go to bed, alright?" he said with a frown on his face.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him.
"Jesus Christ, did you know when the hallway light is on we can clearly see you in bed?" he said.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to close the door," I said.
"Yes you did! And you know what?" he asked.
"What?" I responded.
"We both saw you with your underwear down to your knees, and Jesus Christ, you still had your dick in your hand!" he said. "At least have the decency to shut your door when you beat off, okay?"
My face turned red and I stammered, "Oh, uh, sorry about that!"
His face softened then he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" I asked him.
"Cheryl said your dick reminded her of the neighbor boy she babysits!" he said laughing again before he went back into his bedroom leaving me with my mouth open and face beet red.
Oh my goodness, life has been awfully embarrassing lately!
Okay, so they saw my dick, so what? Five-inches is right around average, isn't it? At least they'll never know what fantasies I think of when I'm stroking it.
I suddenly thought of Lori's words, "I think my brother has a crush on you!" and I blushed again even though no one else was in the room.
Bruce wouldn't tell her what we did last night, would he? I would rather die than have Lori know I had masturbated her older brother...that I actually had had a man's hard penis in my hand.
Worse yet, when I went to bed I had jerked-off remembering the feel of his hard cock; the heat; every little bump and pulsating vein; most of all, the rush of adrenaline I experienced when my hand caused Bruce to spurt four-five-six thick ropes of jizz.
What the hell is wrong with me? My fantasies have gotten progressively more and more gay.
Why do I get so excited when I go online and look at handsome men and their hard dicks? Am I queer, or something?
Settle down, John. You're perfectly normal. I mean, you look at porn where girls are sucking off guys, right?
Well, uh, yes...but I usually end up fantasizing that I'm the girl who's doing the sucking!
Oh my goodness, this is all so confusing!
Give yourself a break, John. You've had plenty of sex with Lori, right?
Well, yes, but she only let me fuck her that one time. After that, she taught me how to masturbate her with my hand, and well, quite frankly, the few times I went down on her turned into disasters...it's not your fault you have a strong gag reflex, John.
Our love is more spiritual than it is physical. Sure I wish I had a bigger dick to please her, but we love each other for what we have inside us...our inner beauty.
I really wish life was less confusing with more clear-cut questions and answers.
**
My days off are about the only times I see my roommate.
I work days -- he works nights. We have different days off, and he spends a lot of time at Cheryl's apartment.
In other words, the perfect roommate!
"We're going out to lunch then over to Cheryl's place," announced Mike when they finally came out from his bedroom.
He was carrying his overnight bag which meant peace and quiet for me the rest of the day.
Once they left, I went about cleaning the apartment...even scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors.
I wanted to stay busy. No, I NEEDED to stay busy. My mind was working in overdrive, and every time I completed one project, I had to start another so I wouldn't think about what Bruce and I had done the night before.
I had an hour to kill before they'd be here. I saved my shower for last.
I undressed in my bedroom, and just before I went to the bathroom, I stopped, blurted out "What the hell" and laid on my back on the bed.
My hands caressed my belly and inner thighs as I pictured Lori naked. My dick was being stubborn and wouldn't rise.
I sighed then closed my eyes and allowed myself to remember the feel of Bruce's hard cock in one hand, and the heaviness of his balls in the other. My prick instantly came to life.
I fantasized we were kissing and fondling each other. My hand moved faster on my erection. I could feel his hot breath in my ear.
I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes and heard him say "I love you, John."
