Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2014 03:33:19 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 17

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PART 17


Joe received a text earlier from his boyfriend, saying he would come
over. Tom have never texted such a thing before. Usually Tom would just
come over, however late it was. Now, at ten in the night, the man was
standing at the door, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a stretched white
singlet. Joe put down his book and removed his glasses, expecting the
incoming sex. With his belt already removed, Tom stepped towards the bed
and just slumped face first into the slightly smelly white sheet. Joe
thought Tom would strip; even after a long day Tom usually still have the
sex drive. It was different that night.

"Long day?" Joe asked.

"Pretty much. We still have one more week ahead of us doing this Harper
Center shit." It was an art center in the heart of Chicago and the team had
been working for almost a year to get it done.

"Congrats," Joe said lightly. "Anything bothering you? You seem seriously
burnt out."

"I am." Tom wiggled to get closer to Joe. Finally he had his head resting
on his boyfriend's clothed chest, facing away. "Emma called me today."

"How is she?"

"She's good. Garry is in the hospital."

"What now?" Joe said perplexed.

Tom sighed a long sigh, seemingly with a massive defeat. "Dehydrated. He
pulled an all-nighter and he was losing sleep and he wasn't drinking water
enough and he was tired. He didn't sleep at all today and didn't have
lunch. He just passed out by the end of the day."

"Have you seen him?" Joe gave all his attention to Tom. He tried to sit up
but Tom pinned him down.

"No." Tom sighed. "My phone was dead when Emma first called. I didn't
charge it for a few hours, too busy with work. When I finally charged it, I
got a text. Then I called her. She said he was still unconscious. I can't
see him because it was past visiting hour. Now I feel like a shitty
brother."

"Tommy, you're not."

"I wasn't even there when he needs me. I wasn't even reachable."

Joe started to stroke Tom's hair. Poor guy, he had a lot of love to
give. Once he couldn't, he felt bad.  "You are not a bad brother. So your
phone was dead and you were busy. It happens. You still care about him."

"Anyway," Tom said immediately, he wasn't feeling better yet. "His doctor
says he'll be okay. Meryl said he'll be okay. He'll be okay."

"He'll be okay." Joe repeated. "Have Anna seen him?"

"Nope. She had a show on The Second City. She wasn't with her phone too."

"Is Anna a bad sister?"

"I get what you're saying." Tom was smiling. "Thank you."

"Take a rest now. You look like hell." Joe chuckled.

"I'm so tired." Tom complained. As long as Joe knew Tom, he never
complained. It was the thing about him. Whether it was a big, taxing
project or unfortunate demise with the car, Tom never complained.

"I know," Joe said empathically. He stroked Tom's shortish hair, trying to
relax his loved one. He was there for Tom. After all the great things Tom
had done to him, which mostly consisted of making him feel loved, it was
the least Joe could do. "Tell me everything."

"I'm just so tired. With work, with life. I need to take a break. Just for
a while." Tom sighed again. He nuzzled his face on Joe's chest and ever so
slightly purred. Tom surely was feeling comforted around Joe.

They stayed that way for a long moment. There was Tom, lying on his chest,
using Joe as his pillow. Joe kept on stroking Tom's hair, knowing that Tom
enjoyed it. No one was talking. Words were not necessary. It was the
presence of each other that mattered. It was the closeness, the
contact. The touch.  It was enough and reassuring.

"Thank God you're here." Tom finally broke the silence. "For me," he added.

"Thank God I'm here," Joe laughed, Tom too. "You know, you're always the
one who listens, the one that's there for everyone. It's like you take
everyone's burden for them. You always do things for people, trying to
please them. You kept Alice safe. You took care of Nick's car for him. You
made sure Amy gets to her gigs every time. Hell, you even made sure that
your brother and sister survive after your parents died. You just simply
always tried to please people. Remember when we first have sex?"

"How could I forget?" Tom sniggered.

"All you wanted was me having the pleasure. I mean you were straight your
whole life, but at that moment you just wanted me to have all the
pleasure. It goes on and on."

"You're saying it like it's a bad thing." Tom's voice was soft and sleepy.

The hair stroking stopped. "It is, Tom. I know you love us, but we love you
too. I love you. Sometimes it feels like it's only one way; you take care
of everyone but you don't let anyone take care of you. If you keep this up,
you'll end up crazy and bitter. Then we'll lose you. I'll lose you. I don't
want that to happen.  None of us do. I want to take care of you, Tom, like
you took care of me. Do you get what I'm saying?"

Tom rose from his place; his mountainous body was supported by his massive
arms. He looked into Joe's eyes with an expression Joe had yet to
recognize. "I do," he said. His breathing was calm and regular, but his
lips were quivering. "I do, Joey," he repeated.

Joe reached for Tom's face. He had his hands on either side of the bigger
man's face. "I love you, okay?"

"Okay." Tom smiled and dropped his head. "What did I do to deserve you?"

With the slightest effort Joe pulled his lover towards him, and then they
kissed. Tender but long, out of love not out of lust. "That question was
for me to ask." Joe smiled, so did Tom. They had their foreheads touching
each other's; both of them can feel the other's breathing. "I know you're
always horny but let's sleep it off tonight. Tomorrow we'll have better sex
anyway. Besides, Garry will be up and you'll be less worried."

"I'd like that."


***


There was a nagging feeling in Joe's chest that he just had to let it
out. It was about Tom, obviously, and it wasn't bad, but it was
worrying. He wanted to talk to Alice since she was Tom's best friend. That
fact itself served to be its own risk.

He decided to talk to Jake instead. That's the other person that knew Tom
very well but less risky; Jake and Tom didn't live in the same house after
all. Even though Jake was Joe's senior in the office, they were friendly;
it didn't hurt that Jake was actually the friendliest guy in the planet. Of
course Joe took Amy along with him, being a sage that she was.

"Better make it quick, Joe. This is Wednesday night: sex night with my
wife," Jake said lewdly.

"I promise it won't take long."

"Is it about Tom?" asked Amy.

"Yes." Joe answered in short. Both Jake and Amy waited silently for Joe to
continue and it made Joe lost his nerves. "How long do you date before you
move in together?" Oh, Joe. He could only say what he meant, even in
uncertainties.

"Oh..." The other two said in unison.

"You're that serious, huh?" Jake asked.

"Well, yeah."

Jake and Amy looked at each other. He was stroking his stubbly chin and she
was tapping her fingers fervently at her bottle of beer. Then they took a
draw of breath together and they exhaled together.  Suddenly those four
eyes averted its gazes to Joe. "It depends," they said together.

"Okay. You're being comical right now. I could just record you and send it
to Hollywood and I get a TV show." Joe was nervous, that comment was
actually his defense mechanism.

"Joe, honey, it truly depends on the couple," Amy said. "My longest
relationship was one and a half year and we didn't get to move in
together."

Then it was Jake's turn. "I dated Erin for two years before she asked me to
live together, and we've known each other for four years at that time."

Amy spoke again. "Although it only took Amy and Nick seven months before
they live together."

Jake then added, "My mom and dad didn't get to live together. One day my
mom got knocked up and then they got married and then they live together
and then then I was born. They were happily married for 12 years and then
they got divorced and then they remarried and..."

"OKAY! Okay, I get it. Jeez, it's like therapy in here." Joe rolled his
eyes, like he always did. "So, it's different for everyone."

"Yes." Again, both Amy and Jake said it at the same time.

"Is three months too fast?" Joe asked, ignoring the other two's tendency to
synchronize their answer.

"We can't say that," Amy said.

"Is it too early just to discuss it with him?"

"Okay, Joe, first of all, stop! You're not going to get any answer from us
if you keep asking such things.  Second of all, why do you feel you're
ready to live together?" Jake said.

Joe looked at Jake and Amy, back and forth, and then he looked at his glass
of water. He sighed. "Last week we slept together, but we didn't have
sex. That was our first time doing that, and it repeated throughout the
week. I liked it. It was comfortable, and familiar, and intimate too. I
just liked it. I want to have more of it, I guess. I want to sleep next to
him every night."

"Wait, that was the first time you didn't have sex?" Jake asked, Joe
nodded. "Man, you're active."

"A virgin for too long," Joe simply said.

"I think that's good enough reason to live together, don't you think,
Jake?" Amy asked.

Jake leaned back into his seat, crossed his arms and shook his head. "I
don't. You know why? Because you haven't even discussed it with him yet,"
he said to Joe who was listening intently.

"You do think that it's good enough reason to start talking about it with
him, right?" Amy asked again.

"No." Jake shook his head again.

"Okay, maybe three months is too soon." Joe shrugged.

Jake shifted, now he rested his elbows on the table. "This is not a matter
of time, Joe. Your situation is kind of unconventional. You started with
saying you love each other, for Christ's sake. You're official for three
months but you 'dated' for more than, I don't know, six months?" Jake
guessed. When he paused he saw that Joe was starting to get
concerned. "Look, Joe. There's a lot to consider here. I know you love each
other, and it's a great start. It is, but do you know what each other want
from this relationship? Or, have you fought and worked it out? When you
live together it's going to be harder because there's going to be a lot to
fight about. You'll see each other all the time. It's going to be hard."

The revelation made Joe melt into the cushion. He thought things would be
simpler. You love each other, you sleep together most days, so why not move
in, right? Wrong. Jake pointed that out and it was logical. Joe was not one
to defy logic. He lived by it, although apparently he was driven by
emotions. The same thing that drove him into thinking that living together
now would be a great idea. He fought with Tom once, but it was a small one
and it was resolved within minutes. But if it was bigger and they lived
together, it would be a nightmare. None of them were actually the kinds
that speak their minds. If Joe got angry he would keep it in long enough
before lashing out in hurting words and then implode into himself. Tom? Joe
didn't even have any idea what Tom does when he gets angry.

"I'm not saying this to scare you off, Joe," Jake said.  "I love you both;
you're great together. I just don't want you to rush it."

"I know." Joe was still dwelling in his thoughts.

"At least you're not moving in together because it's practical." Jake
shrugged.

"I guess so." Joe hadn't even thought about it until Jake brought it up. Of
course living together would cut costs. It would be very beneficial!

"Jake's right. Come to think about it, my ex and I did all those things he
said but we never moved in together. It turns out we weren't working well
together." Amy who kept quiet broke her silence. "I guess you guys are
still in the honeymoon phase where things seem so... amazing and
perfect. You haven't seen the negative side of things. You know, things
that drive each other mad. I think if you wait just a little longer you'll
see those things. If you decided that you can live with it, then you can
live together."

"I see," Joe said.

"Maybe what you can do now is start discussing about the future," she
added.

"I agree," Jake said. "But ease it in. I know you tend to be blunt." He
smirked. Joe smiled knowingly.


***


Joe walked out of Tom's bathroom with an extra-large dark brown towel
basically wrapping him like a sausage. It wasn't his first time doing that,
showering at Tom's place, but Joe still didn't show the same 'fuck it'
attitude he always had in his own apartment. At home, Joe would just get
out of his bed naked and simply paraded into his bathroom in his birthday
suit; even when Tom was around - no - especially when Tom was
around. However, there in his boyfriend's apartment, he felt shy. He would
blame it to the "unfamiliar aura" of a "place shared with strangers."
Strangers? Nick and Alice weren't strangers.  They weren't even home.

"Why did I even do that?" Joe laughed with embarrassment. He came all over
his clothes due to the heated dry humping. DRY HUMPING! Now, what did it
take for him to seduce Tom to do that? Seeing Tom's butt crack. Worse, it
wasn't like half of Tom's ass were hanging out of his pants; It was only an
inch or so that were showing. That was what he gets from a week of sleeping
with a man that turns him on but not having sex at all. Joe was feeling
very horny.

"I have to say it was hot. Really hot," Tom smiled. He was still lying on
his bed with his soft cock still out of his zipper. "That thing that you
did at the end. It was crazy hot." After Joe came, which happened rather
quickly, Tom was still unsatisfied which was why Joe gave him a quick,
passionate and rough blowjob that sent Tom to climax fast. This time Joe
didn't spit or swallow like he usually did; he moved up to Tom's face with
the load of semen still in his mouth and shared it with Tom in a sloppy
French kiss.  Joe was feeling very kinky too.

"I know, right?" Joe blushed. "Is he okay now?"

"Who? Garry?"

"Yes."

"He's out of the hospital today. You missed it!"

Joe pouted and said, "You don't have to yell at me." It made Tom smile.

"You're so cute I can just do you again."

"Shut up," Joe blushed again. "You know what would be better for you to do?
Finding something for me to wear." He picked up his cum soaked shirt, jeans
and boxer. His cock was peeking out of his jeans when it exploded big time
so the pants and underpants weren't so bad; it was only wet a little at the
small of its waistband. His shirt, on the other hand, was drenched. He
hadn't had that big a load since, well, Tom's birthday.

This would be easier if they moved in together. At least Joe would have
something to wear. Whoever said gay couples are lucky because they can
double their wardrobe, certainly had never met a couple like Joe and Tom.

"Maybe I have something smaller." Tom hopped off the bed still with his
cock swinging free to his dresser.

"Your small equals a dress to me."

Tom sniggered before he picked a black t-shirt that he had not worn in a
couple of years. "Try this."

Joe didn't put it on; instead he just splayed it over his body to make a
point. Indeed it was way too big.  An idea crossed Tom's head: maybe, just
maybe, Joe would look hot in his old high school football jersey, like one
of those groupies he hoped he would get back in the days. After rummaging
through the deepest, darkest and lowest point of his dresser, inside a
drawer that was designated to be a space for memorabilia, he found it. A
black and dark blue polyester oversized t-shirt. At its back there were a
large '70' and a smaller 'Donelly', at the front was a circular school
emblem that contains a shark and the squad name, 'Macker Sharks'; all in
fresh and pristine white.

"I think this will look good on you. Even the color matches your taste."

Joe took it off Tom's hand and gave the big man a disapproving
look. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." The smile in Tom's face was so dumb yet so irresistible.

"Alright." Joe put it on. The bottom hem almost reached Joe's towel-cladded
knees. "Seriously?"

"For finishing touch..." Tom gripped an end of Joe's towel and yanked it
off.

"Hey!" Joe protested. He tried to cover his dick before realizing it was
actually not exposed. "What's that for?"

With both hands Tom reached for Joe's under arms. There was a lofty gap
between the fabric and Joe's skin that when he actually reached Joe's body
the fabric just scrunched up. "I think you look fucking hot." Without
warning he lifted Joe off his feet. Instinctively Joe put his hand on Tom's
shoulders; his traps were intense. "Very fucking hot." Tom continued before
pulling Joe in for a big, long, wet kiss.

Automatically Joe wrapped his legs around Tom's waist. Joe could feel
himself blushing. He didn't really understand why his face is burning. He
had been with Tom for almost three months and his antics were all
familiar. Somehow this feels new all over again. Maybe it was the fact that
he was at a very compromising situation and vulnerable position. Without
his underwear, his junk was pretty much out in the air. He was also lost
all his control of himself; there he was, feet not touching the ground,
carried around by a guy literally almost twice his size. He was so weak and
open yet safe and excited. He felt loved by and desirable to this gorgeous
man way above his league.

"I love you, Joey."

"I love you, Tommy."

The position they were in proved to be uncomfortable, more to Tom than it
was to Joe. Tom shifted; he tried to wrap his arms around Joe's back for
better support. In doing so, he let Joe slide down a little.  That was when
Joe felt Tom's erection. He was practically sitting on Tom's cock, and
Joe's limbs were wrapping his boyfriend.

"You're hard again," Joe said.

"Well, yeah..." It was Tom's turn to blush. As much as he had no qualm in
admitting that Joe turns him on, he could not help to feel embarrassed by
how easy for him to get aroused. "You have that effect on me." It was, to
Tom, probably one of the sexiest Joe ever looked. His favorite was when Joe
wore his old and ragged black boxer shorts. It showed nearly his entire
sun-kissed skin and sinewy body. Plus it gave a glimpse of Joe's pubic hair
and the beginning of his butt crack. This? This is different. Joe's body
was almost lost in that overkill of a shirt, yet it was utterly
provoking. It was probably psychological. Perhaps it was the fact that the
jersey signified that Tom somehow owned Joe; like Tom was the person who
finally get the man that no one else had never get before and nobody could
ever get. Like he finally claim the most hidden yet most wanted treasure of
all time.

"Walk me to the bed and put on a condom," Joe said calmly, snapping Tom out
of his trance.

"Keep the jersey on," Tom smiled.


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