Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 00:33:26 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 24

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PART 24


"I don't like the look of this at all," Amy finally said after listening to
what Joe had to say.

"What? Why? It's totally cool between the three of us," Joe replied.

"Why didn't you tell me any sooner, then?"

"Because I know you would say this," Joe said defiantly.

"Oh, please. My approval means nothing to you," Amy spat back. "I know deep
down you think this could be a huge mistake."

"I don't," Joe said. "Henry, back me up here."

Henry who had been silent the whole time suddenly felt like he's under the
spot light. "Well... I think the three of you are mature enough to make
this kind of decision. I do think that it is fun but I've expressed my
concerns to you before. I believe that you've taken a consideration to it
and decided to pursue it nonetheless."

"What the hell is wrong with you? You speak like a robot." Joe was
perplexed by the way Henry worded his opinion. He had never sounded like
that before.

"I think I made my point, regardless of the diction."

"What were your concerns?" Amy asked before Joe could protest again on the
way Henry spoke.

"I wasn't comfortable with the idea. You're still fresh out of a messy
break up, which involved the three of you. I'm afraid that Tom still have
feelings for you, and in the back of his mind, he's just doing this so he
could rekindle an old flame. You also had a history with Sam. I know he
never got the chance to be with you. I have a feeling that he still wants a
chance to be with you, and he feels that this is your consolation prize for
him. Then again, I'm just assuming things."

"Exactly!" Amy said.

"You're just jealous, Henry," Joe joked. The sudden and obvious change on
Henry's face informed Joe that he went too far or Henry didn't get
it. "Sorry, I was just kidding."

"Don't worry," Henry said. "If it makes you feel better, I'm over him."

"It does," Joe said. "I wouldn't be comfortable sleeping with Sam if I know
that you still want to get back together with him. So, yeah, thanks."

"Oh my God," Amy grunted. "Henry, I know we just met tonight and I don't
know you well enough to ask you to stop conversing with him, but I have to
ask you to stop conversing with him because he's constantly going off
topic. So, please, stop conversing with him."

Henry, surprised but not offended, said, "Okay."

"Now back to you, little boy," Amy said.

"I thought we've resolved it. You don't like the idea either."

"We have NOT resolved it," Amy insisted. "Maybe Henry can tell you things
about Sam later because I don't know him, but I know Tom. He doesn't tell
you how he feels, he shows you. I know you'll never know what he thinks
about all this until he tells you the whole truth. I know you talk about
the whole situation with him freely, and I know he's going to say that he's
cool with it. I also know, however, that he does that because he doesn't
want you to feel bad about this. He still loves you, Joe, and not in the
platonic way. He wants to be with you. And you don't. If I'm right, you'll
notice that he would prove to you that he's better than Sam. Probably Sam
is doing the same thing."

Joe sighed a little and slumped back into his seat. He hasn't finished the
garnish of his meal but the waiter came and took his plate away from
him. If he wasn't dealing with a more serious issue at hand, he would've
stopped the waiter. Across him, Amy was staring at him intently while
licking her spoon clean from traces of ice cream that tarnished it. Next to
him was Henry and his yet another dinner salad. Both waiting for him to
respond.

"Do you think Sam would do that?" Joe asked Henry.

"Maybe. He's quite competitive. He likes to get what he wants."

"Yeah, he kind of does," Joe said.

"Was there anything he did that says that?"

"I'm trying to remember anything relevant."

"Think sex," Amy chimed in.

"I'm not sure if this counts," Joe said. "He's been bottoming lately and I
don't think he does that a lot. He seemed... inexperienced. Then again, he
said that it's been years since he did that and you were a total bottom,
Henry."

"Yep, there it is," Henry said. "I'm not a bottom; I'm versatile and he
knows that. He's a total top, that's why I only bottom when I was with
him."

"Really?"

"Really," Henry answered.

Joe's face gradually changed, from folded up in rumination into stretched
out in sudden realization.  His eyes almost popped off his skull. His mouth
gaped a bit with a sharp intake of air. His hand moved up to reach his head
but it failed its mission midway as Joe was still in disarray by the shock.
"He's a total top."

"That's what he said to me."

"He did," Joe said.

"Now, what do you say to me?" Amy asked out of nowhere.

"You're right."


***


Joe pounded hard on the door. He was mad at Sam for doing what he
did. Everything was supposed to be clean and simple, no lies, no
expectations, nothing. Yet, Sam lied and perhaps expected more from the
arrangement, and that was out of line. He should've made a legally binding
contract on it.  What the hell was taking Sam so long to open the fucking
door?

"Coming," the voice inside shouted a few seconds before there were clicking
on the door. It was opened to a very wet and shirtless Sam, looking like he
was just got off the shower when Joe rang him and scrambling for a cover
when Joe knocked.

Well the fist that pounded the door was now punching Sam on the upper arm
several times. "Why."  Punch. "Did." Punch. "You." Punch. "Do."
Punch. "That?" Punch. Then several more punches.

"What? What did I do wrong?" Sam said, surprised by the way Joe was acting.

"You know damn well what you did."

"I honestly don't know."

"Bottoming! I talked to Henry and he told me that he was versatile and you
know it. He told me that you are a total top. Why the fuck did you bottom
for me?"

Sam opened his mouth but could not find a word to say. There are several
sentences running in his head but those would be lies and he did not dare
to try them on an aggravated Joe. The thing Joe could do with his hand was
horribly violent. Still lost in his effort for an answer, Sam simply said,
"Come in."

Came in, Joe did. He strode with dissipating fury in each stomp and landed
on Sam's black couch, one that was much more comfortable than Joe's but was
never occupied for comforting moments.  This would be the first time that
piece of furniture gave comfort, as Joe was quickly becoming calmer.

"Did you lie to me?" Joe asked with a ton of emotion, not that of anger but
that of desperation.

"I... I uh." Sam could not make himself sit next to Joe. He was caught
doing what he was not supposed to be doing. For Sam, it felt like that one
time his mom and dad caught him sneaking out at night with a pack of beer
and hang out with the "cool" kids just to be one of them.

"You did, didn't you?" Joe's question was met with a timid nod. "Are you
actually a total top?" Sam nodded again. "When was the last time you
bottomed?"

Now that question... That question had no good answer. Sam knew that he was
screwed. He couldn't lie to Joe anymore at this point, but the truth could
really shake things up. He decided he should lie.

"I've never bottomed before," Sam said, instantly regretting his words. He
veered off the plan. His confession was not some made up story, it was the
fact.

"What??" Joe shrieked.

"I've never done that before. You were the first one."

"Sam, be serious. You know I can't tell if you're lying."

"I'm serious," Sam muttered.

The longest stare off was held that moment. Joe was trying hard to see
beyond those eyes but he never found the ability to. He sighed like he
always do, and fall back into the couch as expected. Joe had no choice but
to believe in what Sam told him. That truth was a little hard to swallow.

"Why did you do that?"

Instead of answering immediately, Sam took a seat next to Joe. Joe didn't
follow him with his eyes, he was busy looking at the black screen of Sam's
turned off TV. Through his loose pair of jeans, Joe can feel Sam's hand
rubbing his thigh, closer to the knee than to his crotch. He determined it
was friendly. If Joe was being honest, he would confess that he needed
it. His mind was flailing from one thought to another. Amy's warning was
ringing loudly in his head.

"Why, Sam?" he repeated, still looking ahead blankly.

"Honestly, I've been wanting to do that for a long time. I thought the time
and the person was right.  I mean, it's you. I trust you. Plus, Tom said
you're good at this," Sam joked, his hand lingered on Joe's knee.

"Are you actually being honest to me or are you breaking it to me gently?"

"I'm being honest."

Joe sighed. He rewound what Sam said about trust and shit. "So... there's
an emotional attachment after all?"

Sam sighed; it was another tough question to answer. He was dreading Joe's
reaction to the answer.  However, in the spirit of telling the truth, Sam
answered in kind. "Of course, there is. I had a crush on you, and all I
wanted was to sleep with you. But that phase was over long ago. Now we're
friends.  There is some emotional charge between us, but as two people who
trust each other... as friends."

Even having considered Sam's case, Joe could not shake the uneasiness
away. "How many times have we done it? Three?"

"Four times," Sam said. "Amazing each time. I came without touching myself
half the time."

Joe laughed, still not knowledgeable in taking a compliment. He grasped the
foreign hand on his knee and turned his face towards the owner. The face
that looked back contorted a bit, with a crooked smile and puppy eyes. "I'm
sorry," Joe said.

"No need."

"No," Joe said. "I told Henry about our thing. I shouldn't have done
that. I'm also sorry for over- reacting."

"It's fine. I talk to your ex all the time."

"Yeah, but he's part of this arrangement."

"If I'm trading notes, it's only fair if you do too," Sam said, hoping he
could convince Joe.

"I guess." Sam was successful.

Now, it was time for the hard part. "Are you still comfortable with
this... arrangement?" Sam has started to hate that term.

Joe did not answer that question. He reached for the back of Sam's neck and
pulled him into a kiss.  Sam didn't have the chance to practice what he had
learned; he was too shocked and also enamoured by the sudden move. The
naughty bites, the exploring tongue, the transferring liquids; it was too
much.

"Take a guess!" Joe said.


***


"You're staying over?" Tom asked when Joe arrived at his door with a duffel
bag.

"No, this is the ransom money. Now return the girl and get this over with."
Sarcasm, a quality that Tom has always bring a smile to Tom's face.

"What's the occasion?"

Joe threw the bag to a corner, under Tom's cheap looking desk that Alice
had never approved of.  Soon, Joe fell onto Tom's shirtless body on the
bed. "Nothing."

"That means there's something."

Joe pulled his glasses off his face and put it on top of the book Tom just
read. He then turned to face Tom. "I feel a little guilty. I slept with Sam
yesterday. It was supposed to be your time."

"You and your silly schedule." Tom combed Joe's hair back with his
hand. Joe returned the favour by scratching Tom's hairy chest.

"It's important. I uphold fairness."

"You and your bullshit." Tom smirked. He knew it would aggravate Joe.

After an eye roll, Joe rested his chin on Tom's chest. "You fell in love
with my bullshit once."

"I've never said I didn't like your bullshit." Tom smiled.

That smile was too adorable for Joe to resist. He glided forward and landed
several soft kisses on Tom's lips. A hand snaked southward into the
blanket; it was Joe's and it was happy to find that Tom was only wearing a
pair of briefs.

"Everyone's wearing briefs nowadays," Joe commented. "You wear it, Sam
wears it, and even Nick does too."

"Nick?"

"Yeah, he answered the door in a pair of briefs," Joe said. "I swear, I
don't know what to make of that guy. He's cute but he's disgusting. He's a
genius but he's dumb as a rock. He's sweet but he's the biggest perv."

"Okay, what did he do to you this time?" 'This time', because it's happened
a lot.

"He opened the door, pulled me into a hug and then kissed me on my forehead
and on my nose. MY NOSE! Then he released me and took one step away. That
was when I saw him in this skimpy briefs; the kind that only gay guys wear,
you know, the 'enhancing' kind. Then he wiggled his crotch before saying
'I'm having sexy time with Alice, you go have fun with Tom.' Then he turned
and walk away, shaking his barely covered ass left to right."

"That's hot." Tom smirked.

"Hell no, it was not!"

"Hey, you're the one who said that he's cute."

"He was being disgusting."

Tom laughed. It was so easy for him to piss off Joe. He knew his
ex-boyfriend too well. "So, big bulge?"

Joe rolled his eyes and rolled his body to fall next to Tom. "Yeah, but not
as big as you."

"He's 7 inches hard."

"And how do you know that?"

"He told me."

"What a perv." Joe let out a chuckle, which grew into a laughter. Tom
joined in.

"How about Sam?" Tom asked when the fun died.

"He's smaller than you," Joe said, straightforward and direct. "Not by
much. He's about an inch shorter, probably as thick, and with smaller
head. Still a pain to take."

Tom rolled over and his face landed on the nook of Joe's neck. "In that
case, you're not having pain tonight. I want you to fuck me."

Joe smiled, half caused by the kiss around his neck, half conceived from
the promise. But first, "I topped Sam last week."

"M-hm..." Tom mumbled. He was too busy trying to stimulate Joe to give a
proper response.

"It was his first time. Ever," Joe continued.

That made Tom stop. He rose from his action and attend to Joe's scrunched
up face. There was worry there and it was easy to spot as it had always
been. Joe didn't know if he should continue.  Again, it felt like he was
sharing too much too fast to the wrong people. He convinced himself that he
was talking the most trustworthy person he knew in town.

"He didn't tell me before we did it. He said that it had been a while since
the last time. Then we did it several more times aver these past couple of
weeks. Yesterday, I talked to Henry about it and he told me that Sam was a
total top. Then I asked Sam if it was true. It was. He had never done that
before me. He thought that I was the right person to do that."

"How do you feel about that?" Tom asked, tiptoeing around Joe.

"I don't know." Joe sighed. "At first I felt betrayed because I was being
lied to. Then I feel honoured because he gave me that trust and I
delivered. Now I feel burdened."

Seeing that Joe didn't elaborate, Tom asked, "Why do you feel burdened?"

Joe reached for Tom's hair and play with it for a while. He didn't know how
to give words to his reason. "The trust. He had given me the trust and
that's a burden. It's similar to the way I feel when he told me that he
wanted to get together last Christmas. Like he's putting his hope on me and
I'm not sure if I can give him the same."

"Did you talk about this part of what you feel with him?"

"I did... kind of. I didn't tell him that this feels like a burden because
I felt it after the fact. Anyway he told me that we are friends and that's
why he trusts me. I don't know if he really means it, that we're just
friends. You know I can't tell if he's lying or not, so I just have to take
his words."

"I see," Tom said. He took the hand that had been scratching his head and
kiss the palm of it, hoping that it would steer away the trouble even if
just a little.

"What about us, Tom?"

"What about us?"

"We are exes, yet we still sleep together. Not only that, I also sleep with
another man while you don't. I didn't even realize how ridiculous this is
until... last night."

A mild panic had come and strangled Joe. His heart beat faster and his
forehead started to sweat.  The hand that was within Tom's grasp was then
retracted. The cloud plagued Joe's mind only in the worst times possible.

Tom shifted, trying to emulate the position that always worked best to calm
Joe down. He easily turned Joe sideways and moved behind him before pulling
the small guy's back onto his chest. He tried to cover as much as Joe's
body with his limbs.

"You have to stop doing that," Tom said with a smile, one that appeared as
a reaction to a pleasant familiarity.

"Hm?"

"You always shrink into yourself whenever you don't feel good. Like you're
trying to disappear or something."

"I do that, don't I?" It was rhetorical and it fertilized his twisted
thoughts. "You know that because we used to date."

"No, I know that because I'm your friend. I noticed you doing that even
before I realized that I like boys too; before I fell in love with you."

The memory of a time when they were in love with each other was a
plague. Instead of being consoled, Joe became tenser. His shoulders pressed
his chest in and his knees were closing in to his chin. Yes, Joe did do
that, and Tom noticed it before the man himself did.

"Joey?"

"I don't like the sound of this at all, Tommy."

"Joey, you are one of the best friends I've ever had," Tom said. "If you're
not comfortable with this, we can stop. If you're worried if I still love
you, well I do, and I know you still love me too. We do love each other,
but as friends. We still have sex even now that we are ex-boyfriends, but
that what makes it better. We are very good friends who know the best ways
to fuck each other."

Joe chuckled, so did Tom.

"You do have a point..." Joe said.

"But you're still don't feel too good about this."

"Yeah."

"We should stop, then" Tom offered.

"We don't have to take such a drastic measure," Joe replied quickly. That
gave Tom a hearty laugh.

Tom was serious with the offer. It would be a great miss to stop having sex
with the most compatible partner ever, but Tom had a priority. Joe's
happiness and wellbeing was his priority. If such arrangement bothers Joe
so much, Tom didn't want to continue. The last thing he wanted to do was to
make Joe unhappy. Together or not, he had to make Joe as happy as can be.

"Listen. I love you and I want what's best for you. I don't want you to
feel bothered by all this," Tom said.

"I know, and thank you." Joe took a hand that was covering his chest and
kissed it softly. "I love you too, big guy."

Tom kissed the back of Joe's head, feeling glad that the guy was now
calmer. He scratched Joe's neck with his 5 o'clock shadow and then gave it
a kiss too. "So?"

"So, I don't want us to stop."

"Are you sure?"

Joe guided Tom's hand to his crotch and said, "I'm as sure as it is hard."


***


Joseph faced the morning with a good feeling and a fresh attitude. How can
he not? He had sex four times before leaving Tom's apartment. One frotting,
one anal, one sixty nine and another bonus sixty nine in the morning would
do well for a guy. He was late and it was always the case if he go to the
office with Tom and the guys. It did not matter. He got a good feeling and
fresh attitude.

Stepping into the office, he found Jake was already there as usual, and
also Amy who were talking to Paul at her desk, which is slightly
unusual. Even more unusual was the fact that neither of them were not
greeting Joseph and the other three. Amy's blue eyes did not stay long on
Joe's face, they were moved to Paul who then nodded. Now that was strange.

"Joe," Paul called, reaching his hand onto Joe's shoulder. The boss sure
was tall; Joe felt dwarfed standing so close to him.

"What's up?" Joe asked, letting his three friends go into the work room
first.

"It's uh..." Amy started.

Joe gave a facial shrug. "You're not one to be speechless."

"I had a phone call, just before you arrived," she said in a very nervous
tone.

"And?"

"It was from Norah."

"Norah?!"

"Norah as in your brother's girlfriend Norah."


___

Sorry for stopping short before sex. Writing a believable intercourse is
difficult!

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