Date: Thu, 7 May 2009 04:55:12 -0600
From: Denver Guy <sedenverguy@gmail.com>
Subject: one sunny afternoon parts two and three

One Sunny afternoon part two

If you are under 18, offended by marijuana, popper or alcohol use, or not
into man on man sex...then why are you reading this?

	"Okay, but just a quickie." Craig yanked his shorts down to his
ankles, and pulled Rob in for a hot French kiss.  Rob smiled as the
"straight" boy's tongue slid inside his mouth and his hand found the bulge
in Rob's shorts. They stood in the backyard of Craig's house, hidden around
a corner, supposedly going out to smoke a joint before returning to the
weekly poker game.  Craig's hand made its way into Rob's shorts and began
to stroke the head. "Oh, you're wet already, were you getting hard watching
my little show?"

	Craig had been getting up to get beer for the five guys, anytime
someone asked, and would bend over as far as possible into the fridge,
making it obvious that he was wearing nothing under his shorts. "Yeah I
was, but now I want to fuck you." Craig's penis twitched as Rob said fuck.

	"Do you think we have time?" He smiled like a school girl getting a
new hello kitty backpack.

	"Sadly, no, but I am gonna get off somehow..." Craig dropped to his
knees as Rob finished the sentence, using one hand to hold Rob's dick as
his mouth slid over the head, and the other reaching into his pocket.  He
withdrew it, and took a hit off of the poppers he had produced. "Where'd
you get those, you little slut?"

	"You are not the only one who can buy poppers you know. After last
weekend I walked down to that porn store on Colfax and got some.  But yes,
I am a little slut." They both laughed, and then Craig resumed sucking
Rob's dick.  Rob starred down at Craig's bare ass, hanging out below his
t-shirt, and remembered how tight and hot it was.

	"Rob? Craig? You guys better hurry back in, we are dealing the next
hand" Michael called out the back door.  Craig could feel Rob tense in his
mouth, as he heard their friend, and prayed he wouldn't come looking for
them, and Craig took advantage of it and chose that moment to suck Rob's
dick all the way back into his throat.  The added excitement of possibly
being caught, Craig's tight throat and his hand working Rob's balls brought
Rob to the edge.

"Shit, I am cumming!" Rob whispered as he began to shoot into Craig's warm
mouth.  Craig swallowed the huge load, all except for the last few drops,
choosing to instead keep them on his tongue, standing up and sharing them
with Rob as they two kissed. "Your turn."

Rob pushed Craig against the house, dropped to his knees, and began
slobbering on Craig's balls as he jacked his cock.  Rob slid a few fingers
into his mouth, got them as wet as possible, and slid two all the way
inside Craig's ass at the same moment that he sucked Craig's dick into his
mouth.  He was surprised to find the asshole was not only not fighting the
fingers, but seemed to be prelubed as well. `He is a little slut, and I am
gonna fuck him like one, all night long.' Rob thought as he used his best
technique to work Craig to a quick load. Craig's low moans told Rob all he
needed to know and he quickly slid a third finger inside Craig's ass, and
pressed against his prostate, as he sucked and licked just around the dick
head.  Craig shot in buckets, holding a hand over his mouth to muffle the
sound of his moaning and sighing, until he finally emptied after 9 or 10
thick shots.

"Fuck, I thought watching those bj vids online would have taught me how to
suck dick better than you, but I never thought about fingering at the same
time.  I still have a lot to learn." Craig said, as Rob kissed his way up
Craig's chest, until reaching his neck, and whispering in his ear.

"we have all night for me to teach you. My roommates are gone, I think you
should come over." Craig smiled and kissed rob in agreement.  The boys
straightened their clothing and wondered back inside.

"How was the joint?" Brian asked, as he opened two beers and handed one to
each of them.

"What? Oh fine, good shit man." Rob giggled to himself as he picked up his
hand.  Craig would need to keep their alibis straight if he wanted to keep
his roommates from finding out about their extracurricular
activities. Craig could tell what Rob was thinking, and kicked him under
the table.

"Hey man, did I tell you who I ran into today?" Brian asked as he put up
his blind, and fidgeted with his cards. "Amy Martin." Craig's face went
pale.

"Who is Amy Martin?" Rob asked, tossing in his blind.

"Only Craig's first true love.  That girl was his everything, he used to
follow her around like a puppy dog, just so she'd let him fuck her.  Then
one day, she finally lets him give her the bone, and tells him right after
that she is moving to Europe! He moped for weeks!  But she must be back."
Rob's heart sank, and he looked at Craig, who obviously wanted to say
something, but was reminded of his roommates when Brian joined the
conversation again.

"Yeah she is back in town cause her student visa ran out, and all she could
talk about was `how is Craig?' and `Is he seeing anyone?' when I told her
no, she practically invited herself over tonight, she should be here
soon. Man, Craig you are totally getting laid tonight." Brian laughed and
Michael and Eric joined in.  Craig followed with a weak chortle.

"I fold. I am gonna go get some air guys." Rob stood up quickly, almost
knocking over his chair.

" Rob, you alright man?" Eric asked, as Craig threw down his cards to
follow him.

"Yeah dude, just smoked too fast earlier." Rob was out the back door, with
Craig close behind him.

"Rob. Rob, stop.  Dude, I had no idea they invited her over.  I don't even
like her anymore." Craig grabbed Rob's arm, and Rob turned to face him,
with a neutral `who gives a fuck' look.

"Don't sweat it man, she is the love of your life.  If you wanna fuck her,
I understand, I just needed some air man. Really." It was a lie, and Craig
knew it, but the words stung. He had thought about nothing but Rob for a
week, even when they were apart, and now he was saying that it didn't
matter who Craig fucked.

"Oh cool man. Well...I'll see you inside then." Craig turned back around
and walked inside.  As soon as he was out of sight, Rob punched the garage
wall as hard as he could, before shaking it off and following him in.

Amy arrived about an hour later, when all the boys were half way to drunk,
some more than others, specifically Rob who had been doing shots in the
kitchen with Eric.  Craig quickly remembered just how much he had liked
her, and, sure enough, was answering her every beck and call within 10
minutes.  Rob was surprised to notice however, that she barely paid him any
attention, but in some cases she seemed to actually ignore Craig, and act
slutty with the other guys, just to make him crazy. Within half an hour,
Rob was mad, not just at the fact that the guy who had blown him only two
hours ago was now fawning over some girl, but because she was being a total
bitch to him. He grabbed Craig when he almost followed her into the
bathroom, and pulling him into the kitchen to talk.

"Dude! What the fuck? You are going all gaagaa over some bitch who barely
knows you exist!" Rob tried to remain calm, but his best bud was being
dissed, and he was unsure how not to be mad.

"It's not like that man, she is just friendly, she enjoys the attention
from the other guys.  She really is into me." Craig was barely looking at
Rob, more keeping an eye on the bathroom door.

"Whatever man, just remember, she broke your heart once, she'll do it
again." Rob was burning on the inside now, he quickly grabbed his coat, and
made a b-line for the door. Craig only seemed to notice this when Rob
passed in front of the bathroom door, and some part of his brain shouted
`STOP HIM!' He quickly followed Rob onto the porch, where he was pulling on
his jacket.

"Rob, dude, I am sorry.  I really don't mean to be like this, it's
just...she and I have...history, but I promise man, I am not interested in
her like that anymore.  In fact, I am gonna ask her to leave as soon as she
gets out of the bathroom, so why don't you just hang out for a few minutes
and then we can go back to your place and..." Craig stopped, because Rob
began to laugh. Hard.

"That is a load of bull shit dude! You are obviously feeling something for
her! So I think instead, I am gonna go home alone, and you need to fuck
her." Rob turned to leave.

"Come on man, don't do that. I sucked your dick before, not hers." This
statement broke the tension for a moment and they both shared a laugh
before they realized that what Rob was saying did hold some truth.

"Look, it really is cool man.  If you want to see what is between you guys,
then go ahead and find out.  Bang her tonight.  Do her twice, hell four
times if it will help you figure it out.  Just...I just want you to know,
it is cool if you decide...either way...I will gladly be your friend." Rob
hugged Craig, holding him tighter and longer than he planned, and Craig
swelled with that feeling again.  The feeling he'd felt outside earlier
when Rob acted like he didn't care.  He couldn't put his finger on it, but
he knew it was important.  Then, as quickly as the hug had begun, it was
over and Rob was jogging across the street to his car.

"Hey there you are.  I expected you to be waiting for me." Amy came down
the steps and pulled one of Craig's arms around her shoulder. "Where's Rick
going?"

"It's Rob.  He had to go, but he said to say goodbye."

	"Yeah probably had to go fuck his boyfriend."  Amy laughed as she
said this, and for the first time, Craig could hear how mean she sounded.

	"You know, you could be nice, he is like, only my best friend."
Craig dropped the arm from her shoulder and turned to go inside.  Amy stood
there, stunned.  Craig had never, not once the entire time she had known
him, ever stood up to her before.  It was hot.

	"Baby, wait up!" Amy ran after him.

	For the rest of the evening, Craig was amazed to find that for the
first time in their relationship, he was not the sick puppy dog in tow, but
seemed to be the one with the leash.  The more he ignored Amy, the more she
wanted his attention.  When he began to talk to Michael's girlfriend, who
showed up to watch a movie, but got bored with the one Amy convinced them
all to watch, Amy flew into some song and dance about it being `bedtime'
and how Craig needed to show her his new room.  Brian gave him the thumbs
up, as Amy pulled Craig up the stairs, but Craig couldn't help thinking
about Rob.

	A few hours later, Craig laid awake, staring at his ceiling. His
mind was swirling with the most random thoughts.  He found himself
comparing sex with Amy to sex with Rob.  He remembered that Amy was his
first, and how tight and wet she was, and how quickly he'd cum inside the
condom, not even telling her, so he could continue to fuck her until he was
finally soft and just slid out.  He also remembered how good it felt to
have Rob throbbing inside of him, how it had made him cum without ever
touching his dick.  And why hadn't Amy cum when Craig fucked her? If it
felt half as good for a girl to get fucked as it had when he had been
fucked, then she should have cum twenty times for how long they went, and
all the maneuvers he tried, but she barely moved, and said `it took more
than that to get her off.' He turned on his side, and flinched when he felt
Amy's naked arm wrap over his bare chest.  He felt somehow dirty, but
couldn't put a finger on why.  Amy felt his squirming and lifted her head
off the pillow.

	"What's wrong Craig? You are acting so weird tonight. First you are
rude to me, then you won't let me go down on you, and when I finally said
I'd let you fuck me, you didn't even want to." It was true. Craig hadn't
fucked her, he was hard as a rock, and was having an okay time groping her
firm full breasts and making out with her, but as soon as he thought about
putting himself inside her, he felt that drop in his stomach and said maybe
they should just get some sleep.  That had been hours ago, and neither of
them had managed to get any sleep.

	"Nothing's wrong, I'm just...anxious...about work this week.  I
have a lot of stuff to get done." He moved slightly on the bed so he was
out of her reach. Amy got the signal, but no way was she giving up that
easy.

	"I see.  I guess you are just too busy with your buddies to fuck
me.  There used to be a time where you would have begged to even see me
topless, and now you won't even go down on me. I know exactly what is wrong
with you." Craig rolled over and looked at her, anger in his face.

	"Oh yeah? What's that?" He moved closed, and Amy knew her plan was
working.

	"It's hanging out with that FAG, I think he has you on the gay
train.  And you're the caboose.  I bet you couldn't fuck me if you tried."
When she said Fag, something inside Craig snapped, and all of a sudden, he
was on top of her.

	"Oh yeah? You think I'm a fag huh? I'll show you who the fucking
fag is."  As quickly as he said this, he had thrown Amy over onto her
stomach, ripped open a condom from the bedside table, slid it down his
dick, and went balls deep into her now much looser pussy.

	"Ow! Fuck Craig, that hurts!" In reality she barely felt a thing,
but right now she knew that hurting her was half the fun.  Craig began to
fuck the shit out of her, pounding as hard as she could.  Amy loved how
aggressive he was, and didn't even mind that when she suggested she turn
over, he just pushed her head down into the pillow and rammed her harder.
She fingered her clit as he fucked her, and in a few minutes, they both
came, almost simultaneously. Craig rolled off her, and felt a sense of
triumph, but only for one second, until she moved in closed, and hugged
him, causing the feeling of being the victor to be replaced with disgust.

	"That was amazing baby.  Next time be even rougher." Craig jumped
from the bed and ran naked to the bathroom, the condom still hanging from
his dick, full of his sperm. He ran inside, shut the door, dropped to his
knees and threw up in the toilet.  He felt awful.  He could see Rob's face
in his mind, and knew that he would have to tell him.  He vowed to tell him
tomorrow, and knew he would get no sleep in between.  He dropped his head,
and almost began to cry, until he heard a soft knock on the door.  He was
surprised Amy was going to be so nice as to ask what was worng.  He was
less surprised when he heard Brian's voice outside the door.

	"Dude are you okay?" Craig saw Rob's smile in his mind.

	"Not yet."

End of part two!



One Sunny Afternoon

Part Three

Don't read this if you are too young, too pious or too stupid to get that
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Rob sat on the couch next to Michael, holding in a huge hit from his bong.
Apparently, Michael's promotion at work was enough of a celebration that
the big glass water pipe could be used.  As he exhaled, and the cloud of
smoke slowly billowed from his lips, Michael seemed impressed.

"Dude, that was an awesome hit! You are like Puff the magic dragon! Makes
me think we should smoke this bad boy more often!" He took a hit half the
size rob had taken, and immediately began coughing, causing them both to
laugh.

"Or not." Rob chided.

"Dude, I think Craig smoked my bong while he was jacking off last weekend
when Brian and I were gone. I came home and there were lubed up hand prints
all over it." Rob coughed as he heard this, realizing half of the hand
prints were his.  He and Craig had smoked form the bong while watching a
rather graphic gay porno, which led to the two of them having an all-night
fuckfest, leading to a week of quickies and handjobs wherever they could
find some privacy.  Of course, that was before Amy showed up.

"Speaking of the chronic masturbator, where is Craig?" Rob said a little
too enthusiastically, since he was dying to hear if he had fucked Amy or
not.

"Ah man, he and the bitch du jour went to grab brunch this morning, well,
this afternoon technically, and haven't been back since. Apparently they
had some pretty wild sex last night, work Brian up." Michael inhaled as Rob
grew pale, so they had ended up in bed together. "Of course, it can't have
been too good, since Craig spent the rest of the night hugging the toilet!"
Mike laughed.

"You mean he was sick?" Rob heartened a little at the thought that sex with
Amy had made Craig sick, after all, it was making him sick just thinking
about it.

"Yeah, like a fucking dog, he puked a few times and then wouldn't come out
till this morning, Amy was pissed.  I think that's why she made him buy her
brunch.  It is just strange to me, Craig used to spend all day thinking
about that cunt and now it seems like he can barely stand her." Mike set
the bong aside and picked up the tv remote, flipping through some channels.

"Join the club." Both guys laughed at Rob's dislike for Amy.  None of
Craig's friends had ever really liked her, unless she was on her back, but
Rob doubted they disliked her for quite the same reason. As soon as their
shared laugh was over, the screen door creaked open, and in walked Craig.
Rob's head spun to look at the door almost too fast, giving him the feeling
of whiplash, and both boys smiled as their eyes met.  Too soon had they
shared that moment though, as Amy pushed her way past Craig into the room,
coming in and plopping on the couch between Mike and Rob.

"Oh man, are you guys smoking pot? Let me smoke some." Without waiting for
an answer, Amy grabbed the bong, lit it, took a huge rip, forgot to pull
the bowl out, and coughed it all up immediately.  Now, Rob knew Craig was a
big boy and could make up his mind about who to fuck all on his own, and he
knew Mike and Brian could decide who to let hang out in their house too,
but he couldn't stand by and watch good pot in a sweet piece go to waste on
such a novice.  He grabbed the bong from her hands, and cleared the
chamber.

"Don't hit the bong like your sucking dick.  I realize you have a good deal
of experience at the latter, but there are no short and curlies on this
shaft." Rob said, lighting the bong and showing her how to take a real rip.

"Excuse me!?!?!?!" Amy was obviously offended. "Are you gonna let him talk
to me that way Craig?!?!?"

"Well if the cum-stained shoe fits." Rob got in another zinger, and Craig
and Mike both laughed. Amy was not nearly as amused, and the gears in her
head were turning as to what she could say that could make Rob just as
offended.

"Well...if anyone would know about sucking dick it would be you!" That'll
get him, she thought.

"True.  I am a master cocksucker." Mike laughed even louder at Rob's
admission and Craig laughed, but not too hard, since his dick twitched at
the memory of his own dick down Rob's throat.

"Guh! Fine fairy queen, whatever.  At least I am the only one who gets to
suck the dick of someone in this room!" She said this as she moved to the
lounge chair where Craig sat, and dropped into his lap. Rob opened his
mouth to retort that he, too, had sucked that same duck, but thought better
of it at the last second.

"True princess, you are, the question is, were you sober enough to remember
which guy's dick it was?" Mike laughed loudly again, quite enjoying the
banter, but Craig was getting more and more uncomfortable, afraid that at
any minute it might slip that Rob had sucked, and fucked him.

"Alright you two, that's enough, to your corners." Craig trued to relieve
the tension and break it up, but he could tell Amy was still out for blood
against Rob.  He'd better stay on her side for awhile if he didn't want her
making a comment about his sexuality like she had the night before in bed.
Oh god, the night before, he still hadn't told Rob, how was he going to
tell Rob he had given in and fucked her.  He thought about blaming it on
the booze, or the weed, or any number of factors, when he looked up and saw
Rob laugh at a joke Mike was making about the show they were
watching. Rob's smile caused him to feel that jumbly, rumble in his stomach
like night before, and he realized he had to tell Rob the truth.  He slept
with her because she threatened his sexuality, and then spent the past 18
hours regretting it.

"Hey Rob, I think I found that DVD of yours, wanna come up to my room and
get it?" Had Mike not been stoned, he would have noticed the weirdness that
passed between Craig and Rob at that moment, but he was too engrossed in an
episode of Family guy to care. Amy however, did not miss the moment they
shared.

"I'll come with you Craigy." She hopped to her feet and bounded towards the
stairs.

"Uh, actually Ames, why don't you stay here and watch some tv, I need to
talk to Rob about a work thing." Amy was not happy to hear this, but she
was afraid she was already losing her hold on Craig, and knew when to pick
her battles...or at least she thought this wasn't the battle to pick.
Craig and Rob made their way up the stairs and down the hall into Craig's
room, before Craig carefully shut and locked his door.  The two stood far
apart, and looked at one another uncomfortably.

"So, I am guessing this was not a trip to return my porn DVD.  You have
something to tell me?" Rob hoped Craig would only rush into his arms to
kiss him, but he knew this was not the case, after all he could see the
sheets on Craig's bed still balled up from their action-packed evening.

"I...I slept with Amy last night.  You were right, there were...feelings
there, but I think...I guess I kinda...let things happen that I hadn't
planned on and I..." Craig stopped.  He looked up at Rob, whose face read
neutral to anyone who was not his best friend and recent lover, but
screamed pain to Craig. "I'm so sorry man."

"I understand man, you love her, you always have, you always will, no
biggy." Rob moved to leave the room, but Craig stepped in front of him.

"No dude, it is not that.  Not at all.  I did love her...or maybe I
didn't...I just...I let myself get goaded into having sex, and that's not
me.  We only had sex once.  It was just weird since it was the first and
only time I made her cum, out of the all the times I ate her out and the
onetime I fucked her before.  I mean, I had tried everything on her and she
never showed a single ounce of orgasm, but last night-" It was too much for
Rob to hear how Craig had pleasured her, and he pushed his way past him to
the door, trying desperately to get the stupid lock to unstuck and let him
loose.

"I said it is cool man. Don't worry about it, I'll get the DVD some other
time." The door finally unlatched as he felt Craig move in closer.  Had he
turned around , they would have been in kissing distance, and Rob couldn't
handle it.  He rushed downstairs and into the bathroom to splash some water
on his face, before he turned bright red.  Craig slowly followed, part of
him relieved, whispering to his brain that this was a good thing, he had
gotten off easy, and now he could go back to fucking Amy and living the
life every movie, book and church sermon had led him to want.  There was a
stronger part, however, that dropped out of him, leaving a hollow ache,
making him want to cry, or jump off the roof, or pound his head against the
wall until something hurt more than that feeling inside.  He reached the
bottom of the stairs just in time to see a group of Mike's coworkers arrive
with a keg to celebrate his promotion, and knew that he would have to play
the doting host, for a few more hours at least.

Rob and Craig managed to spend the majority of the night apart, never
allowing their eyes to meet.  Erik showed up with Brian a few hours into
the party, followed closely by their girlfriends, who brought a special
guest along just for Rob.  A friend from one of their classes, a tall,
good-looking, athletic young guy named Steve.  Steve had apparently only
come out of the closet a few weeks before, and Crystal, Eric's girlfriend,
thought he would be perfect for Rob, as they never really saw him with
anyone.  Rob had no interest, and wanted to point out that just because two
guys are gay doesn't mean they are perfect for each other, but when, at one
point, he saw Amy and Craig kiss by the pool table, he decided it was good
to move on.  Plus, Steve was definitely cute, and Rob had been having good
luck with inexperienced guys lately (one in particular), so he thought `why
not?' and struck up a conversation with Steve.

Craig had been spending so much time not thinking about Rob purposefully
that when he looked up from his pool game and saw Rob laughing at some cute
guy's lame jokes, he immediately set about finding out who the guy was, and
why he was "all over" Rob.

"Oh isn't it great? He is in my biochem class and I just knew he and Rob
would hit if off, if for no other reason than they are both hot.  So unfair
all the hot guys are gay."  Crystal said, getting a raised eyebrow and a
faux hurt look from Eric. "Except my guy of course," kissing him in
reassurance.

"I don't like it.  We shouldn't be forcing guys onto Rob.  He looks really
uncomfortable talking to him.  Mike, go save him." Although Mike had no
idea what Craig was thinking, he shrugged and walked over.  To Craig's
amazement and annoyance, Mike was immediately sent back with no Rob.

"He said he was fine, he actually seems to be getting along with Steve
really well." Craig fumed, but had run out of time before his next shot.
In anger, he managed to knock in the last four balls for his team, and was
quick to find the sign up sheet to see who played winner, so he could stay
distracted.  Unfortunately for him, it was Steve and Rob.

"I hope you don't mind I signed us up." Steve chalked his cue, rubbing it
suggestively as he said it, making Rob laugh a little.  He didn't mind,
except when he realized he would be playing Craig and Brian.

"Maybe we should wait and play after we have a few more drinks to loosen us
up." Rob tried to make the lame excuse, rather poorly.

"Actually, I think I am done playing, go ahead guys." Craig said, dropping
his pool cue a little too firmly, causing it to make a lark CLACK on the
tables rim.

"What afraid to be beaten by a couple of fags?" Steve said, jokingly.  Rob
immediately wished Steve had not made the joke, as he saw the hurt grow in
Craig's eyes, but it quickly changed from hurt to disdain.

"Not as long as you aren't afraid to be beaten by a few breeders." Craig's
comment received some mock "oooohs" from the party crowd, as if he had
thrown down the gauntlet.  Rob could tell Craig was being a jackass for no
other reason than to be mean to Steve, and it made him mad that Craig still
felt some sort of claim to him.  He grabbed up the pool cue.

"Like you'd know how to work a stick anyway." Rob made the comment in the
general direction of both Brian and Craig, but Craig could feel the comment
hit home.  "Go ahead a break, it will be your last advantage to play with
my balls anyway." Another dig at Craig that no one else caught.

From the time Craig broke, the game was wildly intense.  Both boys felt all
the emotions they'd been trying to subdue all evening come out in
competitive anger.  Luckily for Rob, Steve happened to be extremely good at
playing, and while neither he nor Craig and Brian were bad, Steve easily
got them set to win in only one turn.  Craig followed Steve, and made four
balls in a row, making sure to keep eye contact with Rob between each shot,
as if to say "I can do it too!"  Rob followed that, making in one of the
two balls left on the table for his team, and Brian followed up sinking two
balls, leaving each team with only one ball left to hit in.  Steve easily
sunk the last ball for his team, and even though the eight ball shot was
impossible, he tried anyway, missed horribly, and then swooped in and
kissed Rob before he could react.  Rob quickly disengaged, feeling horrible
that he had done it in front of Craig, but was surprised, when Craig
responded by sliding a hand down the back of Amy's skirt, obviously
fingering her.  She seemed to be on cloud nine, receiving so much forceful
attention from Craig, and that only made Rob madder.  As Craig leaned in to
make his last shot, Rob leaned in and kissed Steve back, causing Craig to
look up, miss the shot, and accidentally sink the eight ball, causing his
team to lose.  Steve shouted and grabbed Rob in a bear hug, spinning him
around.  Rob felt smug at first, watching as Craig threw his cue at the
wall, almost smashing it, and knocking down a picture.  This was short
lived though, as Craig grabbed Amy from her conversation with Crystal, and
pulled her up the stair, no doubt to regain his manhood.  All the
competitive anger quickly became hurt again, and Rob could barely see
straight, as tears threatened to fill his eyes.

"I am gonna get some air, have Eric play for awhile, ok?" Rob passed his
cue to Eric as he went out the back door and ran to the garage.  He could
hear Steve asking if he was okay as he ran out, but he knew if he stopped
he would end up exploding.  As he leaned his head against the garage, he
could feel the anger and depression building and took it out by punching
the wall again, as he had done before, as hard as he could, but this time,
he kept going until it finally released the energy. As he turned back to
the house, he was slightly shocked to see Craig standing on the back porch.

"Are you...ok?" Craig moved towards him, concern in his eyes.

"yeah, fine, why aren't you up reaffirming your virility with Amy?" Rob
said, his voice deep and empty.

"I was being stupid, Rob, I just got jealo-" Steve pushed past Craig as he
came out the back door.

"You okay Rob? Oh God, your hand is bleeding!" Craig looked down at the
same time Rob did. Neither one of them had taken their eyes off the other
long enough to notice.  Rob had not even felt it.

"Oh yeah I guess so, it's fine really." Craig moved in, looking concerned,
but Steve was already there, holding the hand up in the light.

"Well you don't need stitches, but I'd better clean it and wrap it up.  Is
there a first aid kit or something in the house Craig?" Steve said, already
pulling Rob with him towards the back door.

"Um, yeah, I'll get it."

"No, I can get it, don't worry about it."

"He's my friend, and it is my house, I will get the damn med kit!" Rob and
Steve both stopped, and looked at Craig, stunned.  Craig too realized he
had just gone over the line, and quickly disappeared inside.  Rob and Steve
made their way back in, adjourning to the bathroom to wash Rob's bleeding
knuckles, only to find Craig waiting with the antiseptic and some gauze and
tape.  He stood over them watching as Steve wrapped the hand, until it was
too much to see him holding Rob's hand, and he disappeared once more.

"Thanks Steve, you are really good at this." Rob said, biting his lip as
the stinging antiseptic was dabbed gently across his open skin.

"Thanks man, I was the certified first aid guy for my little brother's
baseball league last year.  Plus I am training to become a pediatrician."
Steve delicately wrapped the hand in some light gauze.

"Man, gay, tall, handsome, and you are going to be a doctor.  You are like,
the perfect guy." Rob felt awful as he realized what he said, since he was
only using the perfect guy to get over an extremely imperfect one.

"Yeah but I have a feeling you are not looking for Mr. perfect." Steve
finished taping Rob's hand and looked at him knowingly.

"What do you mean?" Rob tried to look innocent.

"Oh come on dude. You and Craig spent most of the night avoiding each
other, then you go all `spy vs. spy' during the pool game, and then he
leaves his hottie girlfriend in his bedroom to come check on you.  It
doesn't take a future doctor to figure that one out." Both guys laughed
slightly awkwardly, as Rob admired Steve's handiwork.

"Well once again, I owe you one man, but I hate to burst your bubble. Craig
is straight...and with Amy." Both guys shared a look, which made them laugh
again, this time a little more enjoyably.

"Dude you are a terrible liar.  I bet you and Craig have gone all the way
at least ten times by the way you were tonight.  So why are you both
fighting it so hard? Just go tell him you don't care that he is with that
bitch and kiss and make up." Rob chuckled, how did everyone peg Amy as a
bitch right off the bat?

"If it was only that simple man.  I am sorry though, that we can't see
where this might have gone.  If this were any other time and I was any
other guy..." Steve surprised him again by moving in and kissing him
passionately.  Rob was speechless.

"No, trust me on this one, I am the one who is sorry.  But if things
change, lemme know man." Steve left the bathroom, and Rob continued to sit
on the toilet for another twenty minutes contemplating what his next move
should be. Was Steve right? Was it as easy as going to Craig and asking him
to choose Rob and not Amy? He finally decided he could do nothing more
tonight anyway, and left the bathroom.  As soon as he got out, he noticed
the party was now down to the housemates and their girlfriends, the rest of
the folks having to leave to get up early the next morning for school or
work. Craig was sitting perched on the arm of the couch, and stood up as
soon as Rob emerged. They shared a `let's talk' glance, and each moved
towards the backdoor.

"Your hand okay?" Craig said, not making eye contact, instead watching his
shoe as he kicked an empty beer bottle around the grass outside the back
door.

"Yeah.  Is Amy inside waiting for you?" Rob chose to watch the bugs flying
under the street lamp, anything to keep from looking at Craig.

"Nah, she fell asleep when I came out to see if you were okay. Too much
party I guess." He looked up for a second to catch Rob's reaction, and as
soon as their eyes met, neither one could break the contact.

"That's good.  I wanted to say I am sorry for kissing Steve like that to
screw you up, that was a shitty thing to do," he moved an inch closer to
Craig.

"Nah man, I shouldn't have been feeling Amy up like that in front of you,
besides, you can date whoever you want.  It is not like I have any say." He
also moved in closer

"Yeah you do man, you are still my best friend.  Besides, Steve and I
talked and we are not gonna date or anything man." Closer.

"Oh yeah?" Craig said with a little hope. "Why is that?" Closer.

"He thinks I have feelings for someone else." Closer. "And he thinks that
someone else has feelings for me too."

"Do you think he is right?" Closer.

"I don't know, but I hope so, because I have never felt this way about a
guy I fucked before." Closer.

"Really?" Closer.

"Really."  As soon as the word was said both boys were all over each other.
Hands lifted shirts and pinch nipples and groped bulges and unzipped and
unbuttoned shorts.  Lips crushed against one another, only breaking contact
where tongues were battling between them. Knees banged and knocked as
pelvises ground together.  Both boys were soon naked from the waist down,
and hard as rock.  Twin pools of precum were smeared across their bellies
by their rubbing dick heads.  Craig spread his legs and leaned back against
the side of the house as Rob, spit onto his right hand and inserted two wet
fingers into Craig's tight hole.  Craig moaned loudly, no longer caring who
heard, as Rob used his right hand to spread spit and precum along his thick
shaft, using his arms to left Craig's legs up into the nook of his elbow.
Craig locked his ankles behind Rob's back, as Rob slid his hard dick head
to the entrance of Craig's ass, and in one swift nudge, forced half of his
dick inside Craig.  Craig opened his mouth in a silent scream and Rob
quickly kissed him hard before the sound caught up.  Soon his full shaft
was working in and out of the tight hole, and between the friction of his
and Rob's stomachs against Craig's dick head, and the thick pipe rubbing
his prostate, it barely took three minutes for Craig to cover them both in
a fresh load of cum.  Rob was soon behind, and both boys could feel first
the eight hard shots of cum inside Craig's quivering hole and then that
same cum oozing out of Craig's ass and down along Rob's dick.  The boys
shared a few moments rest against the wall before untangling.

"So I think I need to go in and break things off with Amy." Craig said as
he pulled up his shorts and looked for where his underwear might have
gotten to.

"That sounds like a good idea." Rob said, as he sneakily shoed Craig's
briefs into his pocket. "Need me to come along for moral support."

"No thanks," Craig said with a smile in his voice. "but I will need those
underwear back eventually."

"how did you know?" Rob pulled Craig into him for a kiss.

"Where else would they go?" The boys kissed again, and felt their dicks
re-hardening. "Maybe I'll let you keep them if I get yours later."

"my roommates are still gone tonight." Rob smiled with a coy look on his
face.

"Well then who will hold the video camera."  They melted back into a kiss,
realizing they may have gotten dressed prematurely.



The End of Part Three

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