I really don't know how I got home that night. I figured I didn't crash my car and kill myself as I woke up safe in my own bed. I do remember picking up the unopened bottle of vodka in my drinks cabinet and having a couple of sips though. I sat up in bed and immediately regretted doing it. I didn't feel too well at all, and then I noticed the empty bottle next to me. I felt around for a damp patch on my sheets, from where the bottle must have spilt, but there wasn't one, in fact my fully clothed body was dry as well.
'Oh shit' I said out loud. 'How the fuck did I manage to not comatose myself?" I wondered. I tried to get up and found that I couldn't do that without feeling sick all of a sudden, but then my morning hard-on was calling to me to take a well needed piss. I struggled to the bathroom and did my business, had a well needed shower and shave. Frankly, a good kick up the ass would've helped to get me going, but nobody could because I was on my own.
It then suddenly dawned on me the reason why I was on my own. Sam. The fucking bastard, how could he? I was hoping to stay over in his bed. I should have been there, waking up with him in my arms. We would have been taking a long, hot shower together and then relaxing back in bed again to make love for the tenth time. Yeah well, a guy can dream can't he? Tears filled my eyes as I recalled the previous night's events again in my head. Just the way he had talked to me like I was nothing to him upset me enough, then the fact that he had this orgy happening in his house. I wondered how often he hosted these parties and how much he played a part in those sex games. It made me feel sick just thinking about it, thinking of how many he had been with. I could've caught anything from him and he wouldn't have given a shit. He really didn't care about me; maybe I was just a quick fuck all along, another notch on his bedpost. He didn't even try to explain himself. He just let me walk away. Why do I fall for guys like this? I asked myself. God, I'd been such an idiot.
The phone rang at just as I left the bathroom. I looked at the clock in my room and noticed it read 13.33. Fuck! I answered the phone next to my bed and spoke.
"Hello?" I asked. I hoped I didn't sound too out of it.
"Jake. Listen, before you hang up, I know why you've been ignoring me all morning and I'm sorry baby, really sorry. I just want to explain a few things." Sam spoke quickly, as if he was in a rush trying to get it all out. He sounded bad, really bad.
I didn't answer, just sat down on the bed. I felt my self cry again. All morning? Did he say all morning? But I'd have heard the phone, surely?
"Jake? Speak to me, say something."
"Bye Sam." I said and hung up. I walked into my kitchen and found my phone. 23 missed calls. He even had the cheek to phone me after what he did. I didn't see why I should speak to him. He'd literally ignored me for 3 days, then I find out the reason why, it's because he was busy with his fuck buddies and the party.
I figured that if I did let him talk, he would just apologize over and over again, telling me how much he loves me, how it was a mistake, it didn't mean anything, and how he didn't do anything and just stayed out of it. I mean, yeah right! All those guys and girls, he could have his pick of any one of them. He'd just say anything to get out of the situation he was in and he wouldn't have told me about it anyway. He'd have just let me believe things were going well between us. I'd get all the usual bullshit you hear from liars and cheaters. All the things I'd fallen for before. I realized that maybe I was better off knowing about his kinky games now, rather than later when my feelings went even deeper than they were.
That was what pissed me off the most, the fact that he claimed to like me, that he had grown to love to love me over the weeks that I'd known him. Why would he say those things if he didn't mean it? Why do some guy's do that? I really couldn't get my head around it, and frankly I didn't want to. If that's the way it was gonna be, then I would have to put up with it somehow. Maybe I'm just a soppy bastard and like all that romantic shit. I need to get a life!
I got dressed and decided to eat, and then get on with my boring single life again. The phone rang at least 15 or 20 times during the day, even on my mobile phone. I'd lost count after the 10th or so time. I did pick it up on the odd occasion, just to check it was still him, and it was so I hung up. He sent me text messages saying things like "Sorry" and "Please talk to me". I didn't reply to any of them. He wasn't going to humiliate me anymore. The best thing was to forget about him. It wouldn't be easy but I could try. I sent him one last message, telling him that he was wasting his time; I wasn't interested in him, and not to contact me again.
I was sure he could get what he needed from his 'bum chums'.
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The next couple of weeks went by slowly after that. I went to work as usual and came home. I hardly went out, even when my friends came to see me or dragged me to the pub for a drink, I just couldn't be bothered. I wanted to be alone to drown my sorrows and I cried so much that I didn't think I could cry anymore. That's what love does to a guy sometimes, eats you up until you can't take anymore. Sam had even stopped calling so much after a week. I knew he'd have to give up at some point and I was glad he didn't know where I lived. Anyway, with his looks, he could have any girl or guy he wanted. Just flashing that gorgeous smile and showing his sparkling white teeth, would have them swooning. I remembered when he used to do that to me. His eyes would look right through me and I'd just melt.
I know we didn't really have much of a relationship, we hadn't even got onto the fucking stage, but I loved him. All those weeks spent getting to know each other, flirting, touching. I couldn't get him out of my mind and to be honest I didn't want to. But then I figured I couldn't have meant that much to him if he'd given up so easily.
It was about three weeks since I'd last seen Sam and I'd not been out properly for a while. I needed a good drink, a good dance and some good friends to join me. I also figured I needed a man to get Sam off my mind and out of my dreams. Even if I didn't want a one night stand, I decided that it would be what I had to do to leave him behind. Hell, I knew my dildos couldn't satisfy me forever, and to be honest, my right hand needed a break.
So, the lack of sex in my life was driving my insane. I knew that going out was the only option, and I hadn't been to my favourite nightclub for a while.
On the Saturday night, I'd decided to get myself dressed up and go out to 'PLEASURE', a gay bar in the next town. I was determined to do something with myself. I called a couple of gay friends that I'd not seen for a while, and they agreed to meet me there.
8pm came around, and my taxi pulled up outside 'PLEASURE'. I saw Danny and Martin waiting for me. Danny and Martin were in a relationship, had been together for nearly 3 years, and were very much in love as anyone could be. It made me jealous at times, it was what I wanted and what I'd longed to find. But whenever we went out anywhere, they never made me feel left out. I appreciated it and often told them so. Even though they were together, they had their own flirting fun with guys as well.
Both Martin and Danny were very open about their relationship, even in public. They didn't give a shit what people thought, and although they weren't butch guys (in fact far from it), they stood up to anyone who disagreed about their sexuality or relationship. Martin was the slimmer, shorter of the two at 5ft 7, and was the more feminine bottom. Danny the 'jock', stood at 5ft 10 and although not overly muscled, had more definition than Martin or me. He was the top in the relationship, but they did swap occasionally when the mood took them. I thought they were cute together, but didn't fancy them at all. They just weren't my type, which I suppose is a good thing as it made us better friends. We never had a threesome, and it never actually crossed my mind to be that way with them, even when we first met two years before.
I'd explained everything about Sam to them as soon as it happened, the next day. They were brilliant friends, who supported me, and I loved them to bits. I knew they would help take my mind of him, and probably get me pissed at the same time. We exchanged hellos and kisses, paid, and then went inside.
The club was packed out, and I could hardly hear myself over the music. Danny went to the bar to get our drinks and I found us a table. We were just chatting for a while, me drinking far too much all at once. Well that was what I went out for. Suddenly, a guy came up to me and asked me to dance. I looked at Danny and Martin who nodded and smiled, encouraging me to go. I thought 'why the hell not' and stood up. He introduced himself as Alan, and led me to the dance floor. He was good looking, about 6ft 1, shoulder length brown/blond hair, and a swimmers type build, well defined chest that showed through his dark green shirt. I couldn't help but eye my way down to his lower half, and from the looks of his crotch, he had something to be proud of. He immediately grabbed my waist and pulled me close. I was a little surprised, but flattered. His hands moved to my ass and he gave it a squeeze, so I did the same to him. His ass felt firm and tight. He ground his crotch into mine in time to the music, and leaned in to kiss me. I thought that maybe it was a little too soon, but he really didn't give me any option to back out. He literally pressed his lips against mine, and what a great kisser he was! His tongue found mine and I was getting really into it. In fact, I started to get hard, but I also felt that he was, so I moved myself closer to him and smiled through the kiss.
I pulled off, grabbed his hardening manhood, and whispered in his ear. "I see you liked that as much as I did."
He replied by kissing me more. We moved to the music, and I was actually enjoying myself for the first time in ages.
The next thing I felt, was another pair of hands around my waist. They rubbed up and down my back and a set of lips pressed against my neck. I shivered. I pulled away from Alan and looked around to see who it was. It was a handsome black guy. I gave him a curious look.
"Jake, this is Larry, he's a buddy of mine. I hope you don't mind if he joins us."
