Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 19:23:29 +0000
From: Ree <reelevaux@gmail.com>
Subject: In The Lonely Hour: Chronicles of Ree Chapter 3

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In The Lonely Hour: Chronicles of Ree Chapter 3
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Lying in bed that evening I couldn't help but think about the days events,
I was definitely not expecting this outcome. I'll just go ahead and say it,
one minute we were talking and the next I felt Sam's lips on mine; I'm not
sure who was more shocked, him or me. I was reclining in the lazy boy and
him on the loveseat; he opened his mouth and said "I don't think you
understand what it feels to know that you've hurt and disappointed the
people who mean the most to you. I told my folks a couple of days after I
told you but that night when I saw you break down it made me realize that
Jessie and I aren't the only ones affected. Jessie being pregnant doesn't
just have an effect on me, her and our families, it affects you too. I was
being selfish by running to you and expecting you to fix things the way you
always have but I didn't know what else to do." At this point he beckoned
me to join him on the loveseat which I wearily did; "I don't know what I
would do without you by my side.  You've always been my best friend and the
only person to stick with me through all the bullshit. I would do anything
for you dude" he said before leaning in, at which point our lips made
contact. For the first time in years I was at a loss for words, "he's
kissing me" finally registered in my thought "and its soooo good" but
pulling a part I notice his shocked expression. I guess I must have spaced
out then because the next time I took note of my surroundings Sammy was
kneeling in front of me with a terrified look on his face, I must have
blushed at least 10 shades of red which caused him to finally relax and
smile.

Now comes my dilemma, he isn't gay! He isn't even into guys... apparently
he meant what he said, he would do anything for me and this is his way of
showing it. We had a serious talk after that, in which I admitted my deep
feelings for him and him telling me that even though he doesn't love me
like that, he's willing to give me whatever I wanted to make things
right. I guess you could say the 'whatever I wanted' included sex and or a
relationship. This lead to thinking about what it would be like IF Sam and
I were to have sex, which predictably lead to me getting hard. So what does
a closeted gay boy like myself do when they're horny? We take our dicks out
and stroke, and stroke I did.

I imagined myself on my hands and knees with Sam spreading my ass cheeks
apart before diving in and eating me out, spearing his tongue in and out of
my hole making me moan and back up more into his face. All the while he
would be furiously jacking off his dick and moaning causing the vibrations
to tickle my anal muscles. Suddenly I would be flipped over onto my back at
which point his big, uncut dick would rub against my hole leaking precum to
further lube me up as he kisses me. Tasting my ass on his lips he would
slowly rock back and forth applying pressure till his dickhead popped
in. Sinking slowly deeper and deeper with his length I feel extremely
stretched, the pain is excruciating but I need this, breathing deeply I
start working my ass up to meet his rocking motions as more of him enters
me. Finally after a while he bottoms out, flexing his dick while laughing
at the whimpers I make when he does so, pulling his lips to mine I grind up
into him feeling his pubic hair brushing against my hole. "Hmmm fuck yes
this feels amazing, keep doing that" he utters as he picks up the pace,
soon we're going at it full throttle with him fucking harder and harder and
me bucking wild to meet his hip movements. Getting closer to the edge I'm
about to cum but right before I do he moans that he's about to unload deep
inside of me.

At this point I was so worked up my balls drew closer to my body and I knew
I would be shooting a hefty load, stroking even faster I tugged on them
while moaning Sam's name right before blasting 6 shots of hot, pearly white
cum all over myself. The first shot hitting my chin and the rest trailing
down my neck, pecks, abs and finally into my short, trimmed pubic hair.  In
a total state of bliss I was too relaxed to clean up right then, or should
I say too lazy to move, as I drifted off to dreamland.

The following couple of days seemed to fly by with more classes and
homework, gym sessions with my brother and Sam and spending time with the
rest of the guys, life was officially great. I guess being a student
wouldn't be too bad after all. Finally the weekend arrived; Rick and I had
decided to do a little bit of shopping in Cape Town Central since we had
the time. "We're driving with my car" Rick stated Saturday morning, shaking
my head vehemently I said "No ways brother of mine, we're taking my car and
that's final. Mine has more space than yours" was my reasoning. Now don't
misunderstand me, I love my brothers car, he had decided he wanted a Shelby
GT 500KR Ford Mustang as a birthday and graduation present, as the Mustang
range was very exotic in South Africa, his grounds for choosing the car
were that he wanted to be the sole owner of one. My reason for not wanting
to take the Mustang was that no one but him was permitted to drive it, not
only that but my brother tended to have a heavy foot on the throttle. Yeah
my brother believes in being a speed demon, racking up more speeding fines
than my mother, father and I put together so it would be a safer option if
I drove the Evoque.

Finally we ended the argument the way we always do, wrestling! The rules
are simple, no biting, hitting, pinching and no face or crotch action,
loser is the one that gets pinned down for 3 counts.  Gauging each other
for weaknesses he made the first move by tackling me, I retaliated by
rolling him off while gripping his arm and twisting it behind his
back. This went on for a few minutes before Rick managed to tip the scales
by putting me in a head lock, before long the three counts were made and I
lost. "Shit lil' bro, you're too much of a pushover these days" Rick
boisterously said while doing a happy dance, "fuck this day is gonna be
long" I muttered to myself while fixing the almost destroyed lounge
room. After showering Rick bounced down the stairs with me clomping heavily
behind him as he grabbed his key. The first thing I did once I was
comfortably seated was to secure my seatbelt tightly, donning our shades
and cranking up the AC Rick pealed out of the drive way while I started
praying earnestly for our lives, I always feel closer to God when I'm
forced to drive with Rick.

What should have been an hour long trip was done in half the time as we
took the (N2) National road, coupled with the speedometer sometimes
reaching 200 kilometres per an hour, I felt a little more aged and quite
green in the face. Rick as usual was grinning, "You take far too much
pleasure in my suffering" I grumbled causing him to chuckle as he hopped
out while I took the time to find my 'sea legs'. We made a point of
starting at the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront which housed various shops,
boutiques and stalls, as expected Rick made a beeline for the Boss store,
something about needing a few new suits while I ambled into Armani Emporium
further down the walkway. About three hours later saw us sitting at the
Granddaddy hotel in town for lunch, I think Rick meant to be subtle but had
never learned the art of being restrained about anything. Steering the
conversation, which started off about his dating life to Sam; "So I take it
that you and Sam spoke the other day? He wouldn't really talk about the
reason why you two had the outfall but I sensed that he was contemplating
doing whatever it took to fix things, he just needed time to figure out how
to go about doing it" Rick stated. I of course didn't comment, finding my
salmon salad suddenly very interesting, which caused him to continue; "Ree,
just be careful, there are very few things he wouldn't do for you, which is
a good thing but can be harmful too." I'm pretty sure I blushed as I once
again thought of the kiss that Sam and I had shared, I simply told Rick
that he shouldn't worry and that Sam and I were good.

Changing the topic I asked him if he had been having weird dreams lately,
seeing the far away look in his eyes, as if he was looking past me, I took
that as a yes. Being twins we sometimes shared the same or similar
thoughts, dreams as well as on occasion experiencing each others pains. It
had been worse when we were teens but occurred less frequently in the last
year, however every now and then when one of us experienced heightened
emotions or extreme physical pain the other would feel it too.  Looking
pensive Rick replied; "Yeah I had that dream again, the one where I'm being
chased by someone who catches me, I think its been 7 years since I last had
that dream, but this time I saw something I hadn't noticed before." Trying
not to show just how curious and eager I was I asked "what was new? I had
that dream too but didn't notice anything new"

"In the dream theirs an old willow tree right on the wall of the dam, it's
so huge that it takes up half of the wall with its roots snaking into the
water. It seemed familiar in a way but I couldn't place my finger on where
I had seen it before, it was split in half down the centre. One half looked
charred by fire and the other was pale but the leaves seemed unaffected, it
struck me as weird for some reason , later that day I remembered that I
knew that tree from. Remember when we were kids, about 10 or so we moved to
that farm for troubled kids, dad had been the head psychologist that
oversaw all the minors that the state had placed in the home as
rehabilitation. That tree was outside our window only it wasn't charred or
pale but healthy looking, that lead me to recognizing the dam too, we had
only ever been their once as mom and dad had forbid us to wonder that far
off from home."

My salmon salad seemed less appetising since Rick had shared this, yet I
needed to hear the rest; "I remember that place, hated it their" I meekly
stated. "Yeah you aren't the only one...the field in that dream is on the
other side of the dam, have you ever been that far out?" Rick asked, I
hastily replied by saying I don't remember much about that time, singling
for the bill I stood and went to the bathroom to freshen up.  Once we
finished paying the bill we took a walk up Long Street to continue the
shopping spree, seeming to gain the attention of people while we strolled
down the side walk; I guess it was the twin thing that caused the attention
of people to fall on us.

After a long day we arrived home in record time, this time I was the one
gunning the engine as Rick had allowed me to drive the Mustang. To say the
car was powerful and smooth would be an understatement, she purred like a
cat and raced like a stallion, Rick was grinning from time to time as I ate
up the road; guess I can see why he likes driving fast. Stowing our
respective shopping items away I heard my phone ring; 'I'm too sexy for my
shirt, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy it hurts,' checking the caller ID I
saw Sam's name flashing. Asshole must have added that ringtone to his name;
I never know how he manages to swipe my phone and change shit. Answering
the phone "you think you're so funny dontcha dude!" I say, all I could hear
on the line was Sam's heckling laughter which usually meant he did
something he deemed hilarious.  "Sup Nix, just thought I'd give a heads up,
we're going out tonight, I don't wanna hear any excuses just get your shit
together. I'll be by to pick you up in an hour" then he promptly
disconnected the call, giving me no time to reply.

Hearing him call me Nix brought back fond memories of us trying to come up
with nicknames for one another, he had chosen Nix because of my surname Le
Faux , after the phoenix in Harry Potter, Fawkes, which to a pre-teen
sounded much the same. I had settled for calling him Samantha just to piss
him off. Hopping into the shower I did the usual wash up then scrambled to
my room so I could decide what to wear, guess my CK jeans and a polo shirt
would do, slipping them on I checked my reflexion while styling my damp
hair before Sam honked the horn. Shooting my folks a quick text, I tagged
Rick in the message too, that I would be out with Sam tonight.

Hopping into his Jeep Cherokee I was greeted with a hug and kiss on the
cheek instead of the usual fist bump, "I could get used to that Sammy" I
said while turning a little red in the face. "So where are you taking me? I
hope I'm dressed appropriately?  Why the secrecy though?" I shot at Sam in
rapped succession, to which he replied with a smirk followed by silence. I
turned my head in his direction to study his profile then stuck my tongue
out at him because he still wouldn't answer then proceeded to pout heavily;
he seemed to find it funny and finally replied. "I am taking you out on a
date, don't ask me where we're going or what we're gonna do, just sit back
and relax.  Let me take care of everything, if you ask me one more question
regarding the events of tonight I will torture you later." That shut me
right up, beaming a 'who me' smile in his direction I said I wouldn't ask
any more questions, for now.

Pulling up into a parking space filled with cars in an area I didn't
recognize had me even more confused as to where Sam was taking me. Being
inpatient I was ready to rupture due to all the questions racing in my
mind, which he intercepted by placing his big, meaty hand over my mouth
before all the questions could leave my lips.  Leading me to the entrance
of a rather elegant building I recognized the name, Shimmy Beach Club; "hmm
I've heard many good things about this place, just never made the effort to
come here. How did you know, and when did you plan all of this? I didn't
even bring my Speedo so we could check out the pools" I animatedly told
Sammy.

The Shimmy Beach Club is one of Africa's hottest beach club and restaurant
which housed the hottest parties and functions for the most exclusive
events and people. The features included a club for non-stop partying, a
lounge for chilling, and a pool deck for swimming right through the year as
well as a restaurant for some of the best and widest rages of
cuisine. Although anyone wanting to attend the ordinary functions could,
the steep entrance fee deterred most from doing so. We were escorted to a
private table away from most of the other guests by our host who signalled
a maŚtre d' who promptly served us drinks without asking what we would
have; "I called ahead and had it all set up, since I knew you always have
something containing passion fruit for your first drink I took the liberty
and instructed them to serve the first round as well as canap‚s for
starters on arrival" Sam shyly said. I grinned at him and had to say "I
totally approve, I still can't believe we're here, much less that we're on
a date with one another, kinda feels surreal." Letting it all sink in while
the maŚtre d' cleared our table, he took our orders for the main meal, I
had a platter consisting of king prawns, lobster and other seafood
delicacies with a side plate of extra hot chips while Sam opted for steak,
salad and hot chips. Conversation flowed freely, as did the wine until Sam
tensed up near the end of our meal.

Following the direction he kept glancing in I become aware of the profile
of a beautiful blond women conversing with an older gentleman and a woman
who seemed to be an older version of the blond. It took me a couple of
seconds to connect the dots but when I did I realized why Sam sat frozen in
his seat, turning back to face him I nodded my head in the direction of the
blond woman. "That Jessie?" I softly asked to which Sam simply gave on nod
while staring directly into my eyes, feeling my good mood slipping away I
sent him a small smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.  "You should go
over and say hello or at least acknowledge her before she notices you're
sitting here. You never did tell me if you met her parents yet, if you
didn't then this might be the perfect opportunity to do so since they most
likely wont react negatively in a public place like this" I reasoned to
which he once again gave one short nod of his head, this time looking at
her.

Excusing himself Sam stood up and tensely walked in the direction Jessie
and her family were situated, trying to be inconspicuous by not turning
around to stare I flipped open my cell phone and turned the front camera
on. Leaning closer to the table I hoisted the camera in front of me so it
could capture the surroundings behind me while I zoomed in to the spot
where Sam was standing. Staring at the screen I saw Jessie's wide doe eyed
expression like a deer caught in headlights when she spotted him walking
up. I think she may have aspirated whatever she was drinking because she
promptly began sputtering and choking to which Sam responded by rushing up
to her and rubbing her back. I won't lie, I kinda got jealous that he was
touching her right then; "stupid bitch chokes just because she sees him" I
mumbled. Continuing to stew while looking at the screen I saw him shake
hands with the older gentleman and kiss the older woman's extended hand,
that's Sam for you, wearing his charm like armour, I guess he was trying to
give a good first impression. We had always been drilled that first
impressions affect the way people see you, I suddenly felt very
nervous. "What was I thinking sending him over their on his own" I thought
out loud, sighing I promised myself that if things started to take a turn
for the worst I would go over and bail him out. Rick sat down at the table
and she continued to fawn over him, "bloody cow" I mentally shot at
her. Once I saw the older lady bring her hand up to her mouth and the
gentleman turn red I figured it was time to step in so I swiftly stood up
and strode gracefully over to the table Rick was seated at.

Attempting to look confident I introduced myself as Sam's best friend, the
older gentleman introduced himself as Mr. Jan Van der Merwe and the older
lady as his wife Mrs. Laanie Van der Merwe and of course I already knew
Jessie. The surname immediately told me that they were Afrikaners, probably
decedents of Afrikaans farmers or boere as they preferred to be called. It
was not uncommon for their to be hostility between Afrikaners towards other
races, it happened less frequently in the 21st century however because of
the side effects of apartheid some still clung to old traditions. It was
rather difficult to read Mr. Van der Merwe in the current situation but the
look of disdain from Mrs. Van der Merwe was unmistakable, treading
cautiously I stood next to Sam and put my hand on his shoulder to gain his
attention.  Jessie followed my every move with narrowed eyes, making her
look even more like her mother; I shot Sam a questioning look to which he
barely shook his head in the negative. Figuring that it was safe enough
that I could give him some more time I excused myself for the bathroom,
walking away I felt all eyes follow me till I was out of sight, "I guess I
made a enemy today, Jessie really doesn't seem to like me much" I mused to
myself while taking a leak, "well the feeling is mutual as I'm not
particularly fond of her either, I bet she's gonna do everything in her
power to keep Sam in her clutches, and the sad thing is he's too much of a
good a guy to even see how manipulating she is." Taking my time with the
post-bathroom absolutions I decided to take a mini tour of the place to
give Sam more time.

Strolling down the decks I saw people who were having a good time, drinks
were being served and consumed by guests while servers scurried around to
provide the best experience possible. "This place indeed has lived up to
its reputation" I thought as I scoped out the eye candy, seems bikini fit
ready bodies were in over abundance in this place. 10 minutes later I was
back at the entrance to the restaurant area, not seeing Sam or Jessie and
her family I hastily walked around searching in all directions for
them. Not seeing anyone I recognized I suddenly started to feel an
overwhelming surge of anxiety, I stood frozen in one spot in the centre of
the room. All I could hear was my heart pounding loudly in my chest and
feeling like my chest was being constricted so I couldn't breathe causing
me to feel light headed. People were starting to notice, one gentleman was
about to approach me before his wife dragged him in the opposite
direction. Still I couldn't shake these crippling feelings; I couldn't get
it together and calm down enough to think rationally, I felt trapped in
this pretty glass bowl of a restaurant, all on my own.

In the midst of everything I felt my pocket vibrating, reaching down I
wiped my sweaty palms on my CK's I took my phone out of my pocket, seeing
Sam's name on the caller ID I took a couple of steadying, deep breaths
before answering. "Hello?..."  hearing no response from Sam for a few
seconds had me right on the edge of another panic attack until I felt a tap
on my right shoulder which shifted me out of panic attack mode and straight
into heart attack mode. Spinning around so fast I thought I was gonna
suffer from whip lash there Sammy stood, beaming his gorgeous smile right
at me; I think I pretty much forgot about everything but his twinkling
eyes, Colgate white smile and the dimples in his cheeks. Totally flushed
from the panic attack I attempted to cover it up by pretending that I was
being bashful, "theirs no need to spoil this night, just let it go. You can
figure out later why those dreams are happening again and how to deal with
the panic attacks that are associated with them" I told myself. "Everything
go okay with Mr. and Mrs. Van der Merwe?" I asked Sammy, his smile faltered
a little bit; "they are expecting me over for Sunday lunch to discuss this
in a more comfortable setting" he tersely replied. I wondered what
dramatics still lay ahead; guess it's far from over for him then I put my
arm around his shoulder and yanked him along to the bar. "Let's have one or
two more drinks then we can leave, all this excitement has me parched" I
said before ordering a round of patron followed by a few rounds of
bubblegum tequila, you can never go wrong with bubblegum tequila in my
books. After sufficiently quenching my thirst I staggered to the car with
Sam half carrying me, once I was belted up I closed my eyes and drifted off
feeling all warm and fuzzy; did I mention that I'm a light weight when it
comes to consuming alcohol? I get pretty trashed in no time at all.

Waking up to the loud clanging sound of the garage door closing I turned to
Sammy and sleepily mumbled that I needed to pee, once again he broke out in
laughter; "you sound so adorable, like a little kid asking his daddy for
permission to pee" he huffed out between laughter. Not even bothering to
reply I open the door and found my ass kissing the ground hard, "must still
be a little bit tipsy" I declared before I was scooped up into Sam's big
frame; nestling into his neck with my face I breathed in deeply the
intoxicating scent he emitted. "Consider this me making up for all the
times I wanted to smell and touch you" I told him before promptly going
back to sniffing his neck, chuckling lightly he carried me up the stairs to
my bedroom. At some point I heard him talking to someone on the way up but
didn't pay much attention to the other person or the conversation since I
was more than content to be so close to him.

Once we entered my bedroom he set me down slowly, seems I wasn't the only
one enjoying the close proximity; I staggered off to the bathroom to empty
my bladder, then wash my face and brush my teeth at which point Sammy
followed my ritual by doing the same. Walking back to the bedroom I started
to strip my clothes off and then it hit me, why is he peeing, washing his
face and brushing his teeth over at my place. Fishing out boxers from my
wardrobe I put them on but as luck would have it right when I was bending
down to pull them up Sam came into the bedroom and saw me mooning him, I'm
sure he blushed even though we had seen one another naked since we were 4
years old but it felt different this time. I'm not saying I didn't blush
too, I'm just saying I wasn't the only one blushing. Lately all I seemed to
be doing was blushing, crying or being bashful and it all revolved around
this man in front of me, the one that just stripped off his shirt and
shucked his shoes and jeans. The one that was standing in front of me
totally naked since he had not been wearing any underwear, gulping I said
"you're sleeping over..." to which he responded in typical Sammy fashion by
giving the cocky smile. "Don't worry we're just gonna sleep, maybe do a bit
of cuddling and probably kiss too but it won't go further than that" he
said while fishing out a pair of my boxers which became pretty stretched on
his large frame. Hauling the covers open we slipped under and shimmied till
we were comfortable, clearly it wasn't working for him since I was dragged
from my side of the bed till I was practically lying in his muscular arms.

If theirs one thing I absolutely love it a strong man with a gorgeous,
masculine body, that doesn't necessarily mean he has be have big muscles
but it is a bonus and I had it all and then some right next to me. "Ree you
know I'm not all that good with this emotional sharing your feelings and
showing how much people mean to me, I suck at it pretty badly but I hope
you can see that I'm trying here. Things are a little bit rough right now
but we'll get through it because we have each others backs. I'm not sure
where things between us are going but I'm enjoying the journey so theirs no
rush." I pretty much melted like a snowflake in the summer heat after
hearing him say something I had only dare attempt to dream of in my deepest
fantasies; "you make as if I'm any better than you with sharing or
expressing my emotions, I'm not but the important thing is that we do our
best to communicate how we feel. You're right about this journey though,
I'm enjoying it immensely too and I'm in no rush at all.  Life is rough,
I'd say we were pretty fortunate that things were a bit easier for us than
most but as long as we face it head on and have each others backs we can
handle anything." I said before lifting my head to give him a slow, sensual
kiss. I felt his body respond to my touch in the changing of his breathing,
the hardening of his dick against my thigh and the way his hands caressed
my back.

I'd like to say we kept going further till the early morning hours but soon
exhaustion over road all other priorities and we fell into a peaceful
slumber, securely clutched in Sam's arms.  I know I was dreaming; I must
have been but everything I was experiencing felt so real. In front of me a
little boy of about 10 years old was running in an open field, he was
smiling and laughing, his high pitched squeals could be heard over the
sounds of bees buzzing in the background or the chirping and mating calls
of the birds. Spring was in the air, flowers were blooming and Mother
Nature was waking up all her babies from the deep winter slumber. The
little boy exuded an air of child-like innocence and unbridled joy as he
called out "hahaha no silly you're supposed to chase me" to the puppy who
had plonked himself on the grass and refused to move; cocking his head to
the side his floppy ears made him look even more foolish. This brought
about another round of laughter from the boy at how silly the puppy looked,
walking up to the puppy the little boy plopped himself down; "you're my
bestest best friend Dopey, daddy said that you'll protect me forever."

I stood there wondering why life would be so cruel to the little boy, what
did he do to deserve the events that would follow in the up coming weeks. I
can't remember the rest of the dream but it left me with a good
feeling. The last thing I do remember is the promise I made the little boy;
that I would do whatever it took to undo the damage that would be done to
him, the damage that was done to the 10 year old version of me.

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      End of Chapter 3
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Once again thanks to everyone for the responses to my story, I will
continue to add to this project. If there are any suggestions I am open to
them, while this is more or less my life's story it is also open to
interpretation and change of direction from my readers.  'I'm Too Sexy' is
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