I rose groggily from sleep and crawled out of bed, heading for the bathroom with a piss hard on. Standing over the toilet, I waited for my hard on to subside, then started pissing. I was about half finished when my roommate, Lupe, burst into the room, dancing the funny little dance he always danced in the mornings.
"Stand aside, Bitch," he insisted, pushing up next to me as he fished his big, semi-hard cock out of his pajama pants. He let go as soon as his dick was free, his stream of urine joining mine in the shallow well of toilet water.
The two of us often started our days standing side by side at the toilet in the bathroom we shared. It might seem odd to others, and it wasn't always so with us, but that's how close the two of us had become after a year of sharing a home. We were more like brothers- or sisters- than roommates.
After he finished with his morning piss, Lupe walked out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I looked at myself in the mirror above the sink, wondering if I looked any older. My blonde hair was messy from sleep, my green eyes looked bloodshot from crying myself to sleep. I was lean, but not skinny, and virtually hairless aside from the thick hair in my armpits and crotch.
On this day, my birthday, my thoughts were preoccupied with Jake. I had done a relatively good job of getting over his dating the white trash I had seen him with lately, but the memory of him would not fade entirely. And it wasn't even the memory of him fucking my brains out that kept me up at nights. I was worried about him. His father had passed away, and it didn't seem to affect him much. Then there was the fact that he was clearly exploring his sexuality with me, then abruptly began dating a woman. It just seemed to me that Jake was building walls when he should be breaking them down to enjoy the freedom his father's death afforded him. Preferably with me.
I even purchased a basketball and started shooting hoops when I found the time, hoping he would cross the street and join me. I wasn't looking to get laid. Jake had already fucked me in a way no man ever had before, and I couldn't imagine him topping that. I just wanted to spend some time with him.
I shucked out of my clothes and jumped into the shower. Might as well do it now, before Lupe and Brian used up all the hot water, doing God knows what together. I soaped up my cock and stroked off to the memory of sucking Jake's big cock, of riding that big dick into the ecstatic heights of lust. It took very little to get off when my mind was full of thoughts about Jake, his strong, muscular body, his hairy chest, those dangerous eyes. I had even become fond of his twisted nose. The beast he once was to me had transformed into the man of my dreams, and I was haunted by his memory constantly.
I toweled off, then wrapped the towel around my waist while I combed my hair into place, brushed my teeth and shaved. Afterward, I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, then made my way downstairs to the kitchen and started working on pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Lupe and Brian entered the kitchen just as I was stacking the last of the pancakes. The three of us grabbed our food and sat at the kitchen table. We rarely used the dining room table for anything but putting puzzles together, or the occasional board game.
"Are you sure you don't want a big party?" Lupe asked me in between bites. "I'm sure we could throw something together by tonight."
"Nope," I answered, "I think I've outgrown the party scene." Lupe shook his head incredulously. "I just want to go to the flea market for a while, then come home, get drunk and have a nice dinner with you and Brian."
"And what about Jake?" Brian asked, looking at Lupe for validation.
"What about him?" I asked back.
"Are you going to invite him over?"
"And watch his new girlfriend fall all over him?" I continued our annoying game of twenty questions.
"Maybe he won't bring her," Lupe interjected, "And if he does, it may help you to get over him. I mean, my god, it's was only one night."
Because I adhered to Jake's insistence that what happened between us was strictly between us, Lupe didn't know about the second time Jake fucked me, or the events that led up to that.
"I'm telling you, nothing is going on between Jake and me. Would I like it to? Yes, I would, but the guy is clearly straight and not interested."
Lupe was about to say something, but I shot him a look that dared him to continue this conversation and he shut up.
I sat and ate what remained of my breakfast in leisure. The house loomed silently around me, reminding me there was a chance that Lupe might move away if he and Brian became much more serious. I loved the old house. It had character, and I was pretty sure it was haunted, which added to its cool factor. I was afraid the owners might tear it down if we moved out. There was a rent to buy option open, if I wanted it, but I didn't make enough money at the bar to swing the cost. As it was, we were barely getting by.
After I finished washing the dishes and putting them away, I headed outside to tend to the yard work. First, I watered the potted plants that littered the back porch, then cleaned and refilled the bird baths before wandering around the flower beds I had planted to give the yard some character.
By the time I finished with my morning chores, Lupe and Brian were dressed and ready to go. I met them in the driveway, looking forlornly at the basketball hoop above the garage. We were about to all pile into Brian's fuel efficient compact when I saw Jake coming out of his house. He was wearing a white t-shirt and faded jeans. And he was alone.
I thought about what Lupe and Brian said at breakfast and decided to invite him over for dinner. I wanted to at least become friends with the man, even if it meant putting up with the trashy little tramp he was currently fucking. God, how I envied her.
"Give me a minute, guys," I said as I crossed the street. I was only half way across when I felt my body begin to tremble. It was no longer fear that made me tremble in the presence of my high school bully. Now it was the raw lust I felt just being near the man I had come to know. I was no longer afraid of Jake Turner. I was no longer the scared little gay kid who coward at the mere mention of his name. I was the grown ass man who longed to feel his hard body pressed against mine.
"Hey, Jake!" I called to him before he slid into the driver's seat of his car. Jake looked at me, his gaze as hostile as ever.
"It's my birthday today," I told him as I approached, "And we're going to be having a big dinner later this evening and I wanted to invite you to come. Of course, your girlfriend is invited to."
