Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 19:16:24 EDT
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: Me and My Boys Chapter 2

Me and My Boys

Chapter 2:

**If you don't mind reading about gay sex between characters that don't
intentionally resemble anyone in real life and if it is safe for you to do
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	I had to act quickly. Whatever I decided to do, it had to be done
quickly and expeditiously. The first thing I did was text the guys to tell
them that if they were free, I was having an emergency lunch session that
afternoon. I needed their advice.

	I got to my office and emailed the paper editor what I'd written
yesterday so that it could run in the Orientation edition of the paper
coming out tomorrow.

	The next thing I did was open my office up to students. I talked to
freshman advisees. I talked to upperclassmen who had come back early. I
talked to parents, I talked to other faculty. I spent the entire morning
and early afternoon talking and I was relieved that it helped me take my
mind of my conundrum- at least until Charles called me saying that he was
waiting in his car downstairs.

	I went to meet him, sat in the back as his driver sped off to a
Tapas restaurant we all liked in midtown.

	"So what is this emergency?" Charles asked sounding bored in the
way that he always did. "And tell me that it's more interesting than Beau's
little problem of yesterday."

	"Its Will," I said quietly not wanting to say too many words.

	"What about him?" Charles said. I could tell he cared more than he
was letting on. That's why I loved him. "He didn't die, did he?"

	"No, he didn't die. He called me," I said. "Well, he texted me."

	"So?" was Charles only reply. When I sat there quietly, he
continued. "You have the date with that poor guy tonight, what's his name?
Yeah, Jesse. You think you might like him right? Why even bother with Will
again."

	"He's in town," I said. We were coming up to the restaurant and I
could see both Tanner and Beau already seated and talking. Beau was dressed
in his typical actor get-up: jeans, a black T, a scarf, a headband and leg
warmers for good measure. Tanner was in a dark suit and kept checking his
watch as if he had somewhere to be. We got out of the car and joined them.

	"Ok," Tanner said. "We already ordered for you guys. Steak for you
and a platter for you." He was talking at record speeds. "We have to make
this quick. I have a client coming in at 1."

	"Don't your clients know that one o'clock is siesta hour?" Charles
said.

	"Some of us work for a living Charles, thanks for playing," Tanner
retorted.

	"Will called," I dropped. Tanner gasped audibly and Beau let out a
quiet "No..."

	"What did he say?" Beau asked.

	I pulled out my phone and read the text message. I just got back
into town and I'm leaving tomorrow. We should catch up tonight. Call me- I
miss you. W.

	"Wow," Beau said at a loss for words.

	"What an asshole," was Tanner's response. Charles just sat there
waiting for his steak.

	"I don't think it's a big deal to see him," I began to say.

	"No, Mike. You aren't going to see him," Tanner said.

	"Why not?"

	"Because in case you forgot the guy broke your heart. He screwed
you up pretty badly and he can't just waltz back in here after a year and
pick up how everything left off," Tanner said convincingly.

	"I agree with him, Mike," Beau responded. "It just doesn't seem
fair for him to expect you to be right here waiting for him whenever he
decides to pop back into your life. Plus you have that date with the FB."

	"Which is precisely it," I said. I knew the argument I was about to
make was a week one, but I was out of rationale. "I don't even want to date
Jesse. This is a good excuse to get out of it and go back being what we
are- FBs.

	"I thought we went over this," Tanner said.

	"We did," I replied. "But now things are different." By now our
food had come and I decided to drop the conversation. Charles rescued me by
bringing up something that he'd seen go down at The Cube this past
weekend. Thirty five minutes and a plate full of tapas later, I was ready
to go back to work and make the necessary calls.

	One thing I had gotten from the lunch was that cancelling my date
with Jesse was irresponsible and a step in the wrong direction. I needed to
keep the date and I needed it to go well. So I wasn't going to cancel, I
was just going to push it up.

	"Hey, Jesse," I said when he answered the phone on the second ring-
eagerly. "Don't worry, I'm still up for tonight. But something came up and
I was wondering if we could move dinner to 6 instead of 7:30." He agreed. I
told him I had somewhere to be at nine. He said it was cool

	Then came the hard part. I dialed the number out of memory. No
matter how many times I deleted it from my cell phone it was still
engrained in my memory.

	"Hi Mike," he said. His voice sounded the exact same: sexy, foreign
and exotic. "I was worried you wouldn't call."

	"Now why wouldn't I call you?" I said with a tinge of sarcasm.

	"I know, I know. I'm a jerk," he said. "But I really want to see
you. I miss you." I didn't say anything. "I'm travelling with a couple
people and we were all thinking about getting drinks at the old place
around ten tonight. I'd love for you to join us."

	I thought for what felt like hours. I wasn't naïve and I'd seen my
share of daytime soaps. This was one of those episodes where the cute
protagonist goes to the bar and sees his ex-lover sitting with a handsome
stranger. They talk, they reminisce and just when the guard is down, the
ex-lover announces that this is in fact his fiancé. I wasn't going to be
caught unaware, so I put the ball in his court.

	"I'll be pretty busy working tonight," I said confidently. "This is
short notice you know. Why don't you stop by my place after you get drinks
and we'll catch up? Gotta run, bye."

	I hung up. I knew I'd played it well the moment my phone was off
and I grinned in triumph. Tonight, I was going to have my cake and eat it
too.

	**Meanwhile, across town, Beau was busy rehearsing his scenes for
the new production he was featured in. It wasn't a big part. It wasn't even
a small part. Beau was part of the company of an off-Broadway production of
Company. He also had to play the trombone in some of the numbers.

	As Beau was trying to get a particularly nasty section of
choreography down in the studio, another extra, a cute blonde haired blue
eyed waif came over and said hi.

	"Hello," Beau replied. He usually didn't talk to co-stars when it
wasn't necessary. Acting was the single thing in Beau's life that he took
seriously. He wasn't sure how he felt about this particular distraction.

	"I hear that you broke up with a guy I know," the guy said.

	"Umm. I just ended things with a guy named Becket," I responded.

	"Yeah," he said. "I'm Luke. Becket and I used to be roommates."

	"Oh," Beau replied suddenly feeling self conscience. "So you guys
are close then?"

	"Oh, god no. He was the most terrible roommate ever. I found out
from a friend who ran into him at Holding Cell last night and when he said
your name, I thought it sounded familiar."

	"Yeah, that was me," Beau said grinning beside himself.

	"Well, it's nice to meet you. It's about time someone showed that
douche bag what was coming to him," Luke said.



	"Yeah," Beau replied. "He was kind of a princess."

	"Boy, do I know it? I have stories that would make you vomit your
lunch," Luke said. In a flirtatious turn, he grabbed Beau's arm and let his
hand linger there for a second.

	"Who says I need help with that?" Beau joked. The two talked for a
few more minutes until Beau mentioned that he really needed to work on some
moves.

	"Sure," Luke said. "If you want any more juicy Becket stories, I'd
be glad to share." Then he paused. "Maybe over dinner."

	Beau could see it coming from a mile away. To the constant smiling
to the way Luke kept touching him to the position of the guy's thighs, Beau
knew he was going to be asked out sometime during the conversation. And he
was ready with his answer.

	"Sorry, man," he replied. "I have a strict policy not to date guys
I'm doing shows with."

	Not phased in the slightest, Luke smiled and responded "Good thing
this is my last week working with Company. I was just cast as a dancer in
Wicked and I start this Friday."

	Beau smiled widely and said "Well then we'll have to celebrate with
drinks this Friday."

	They exchanged numbers and two days after breaking up with Becket,
Beau had found a new love of his life.

	**Later that night, while I was scouring my closet for the proper
1st date, 1st re-date outfit, Charles had decided to hit up happy hour
without me. Charles was a fixture on the New York club scene and with the
amount of money he dropped on expensive champagne and private lounges,
every club accommodated him to the best of their abilities. He'd partied
with the best of them from Mick Jagger to Lindsay Lohan herself. One
Tuesday morning he'd even surprised me with a evidence that he'd been the
one to call the ambulance for Tara Reid the night before.

	And tonight was no different for Charles. He swung right into Club
Velvet around 8 o'clock for his first stop and was immediately greeted by
the cute coach-check boy who knew Charles by more than just face. Charles,
as usual, acted like he'd never seen the kid and proceeded to the bar.

	"Your Charles Wise," a guy in an Italian suit said from two seats
over. Charles looked up and without smiling replied.

	"It's pronounced Wise, like with a V." The response was meant to
intimidate, but surprisingly to Charles, the guy didn't back down. Instead,
he got up from his seat and moved one over so he was next to Charles. "Do I
know you?" Charles asked immediately after.

	"You want to," the guy said. " I'm going to make you an offer you
can't refuse."

	Charles was thrown off by the guy's arrogance. He was used to being
the most confident person in a room.

	"Oh yeah?" Charles said. The guy's attitude, although annoying, was
slightly a turn on for Charles. He rarely met anyone who wasn't intimated
by his gorgeous looks or copious amounts of money.

	"In about five minutes, I'm going to go upstairs to the private
lounge they have in the back. And you're going to come with me."

	"Is that so?" Charles asked cocking his eyebrow. Never had he ever
been approached so directly. He was usually the one approaching people,
getting inside their heads and then getting inside their pants. This was
new and part of him liked it.

	"Oh, it's very so," the guy replied. "And you're going to let me do
unspeakable things to you."

	Charles gave the guy another smile. Though he'd met a formidable
match, Charles wasn't going to be taken that easily. He said something to
the bartender, signed a sheet of paper and gave him two one hundred dollar
bills. The bartender then whispered something into an usher's ear. Not one
to be outdone, Charles stood and said "Why don't you go upstairs now and
I'll meet you in a few minutes to do those... um, unspeakable things. I
never leave a class of Greygoose unfinished."

	The guy's face lit up and within two seconds, he'd gone upstairs,
leaving Charles sipping his expensive liquor.

	When the guy arrived upstairs, he was greeted by an usher on
Charles' payroll who showed him to the private lounge at the back. On the
center couch, Charles had had the bartender send up an expensive bottle of
champagne and a vibrator with a note attached that read: Have fun doing the
unspeakable... without me. C

	**That same night, I went on my date with Jesse. I'd settled on a
pair of cute tight jeans and a black sweater that had the outline of a
ferocious lion detailed in black as well.

	"You look really good," Jesse said when I sat down at the table
he'd been waiting at. One of the rules I made with him is that we didn't
pick each other up on the first date. He agreed. Giorgio's was a small
Italian restaurant in midtown that I'd been to once and Jesse said he
loved. "They're ravioli is to die for," he'd said on the phone last night.

	"You look good too," I said. He was wearing black slacks and a
black button down. Something about him was extremely relaxed and it was
rubbing off on me.

	We spent all of dinner talking about our pasts together- how we'd
both used each other to get over different break ups, cheat on different
boyfriends and pass the time.

	"Last Christmas?" he asked.

	"The guy I was seeing was spending two weeks in Montreal with his
family, so I called you," I said. We laughed at all of our embarrassing
stories.

"Do you remember me ever answering my phone in the middle?"

"Yeah, I do," I replied. "What was that about?"

	"I had a huge fight with a guy and that's why I called you over. He
called while we were doing it and said he was coming over. I finished like
two minutes later and right after you left, he came in."

	"You're lying," I said. "Right after?"

	"Right after. He asked me if a new cute guy lived on my floor," he
said. We were both laughing. The stories were endless and always
entertaining. We shared so much in common that I actually let myself go and
had a good time.

	After dinner, we went out for drinks. Charles had called me earlier
and said we should meet up with him if we decided to get drinks. It was
still early, so I gave Charles a call and he said he was leaving Velvet and
heading to a little spot downtown- called Little Spot.

	We got to Little Spot and Charles was holding court, as usual at
the bar. We talked to him for a few- he did his normal intimidation on
Jesse and bought us a couple of drinks. He made a few threesome jokes, and
two drinks later, Jesse and I were heading back to my place- it was
closest.

	On the way to my apartment, while things were already getting hot
and heavy, my phone rang and I suddenly remembered my later date.

	"Will," I said as I answered it. "What's up?"

	"When's the best time to drop by tonight?" he asked. I looked over
at Jesse, who was walking right next to me with his hand around my waist.

	"Whenever," I said, trying not to say too much. In all of our
talking, I hadn't told Jesse about Will.

	"Cool. I'll be over in fifteen minutes," Will said.

	"Sounds good," I responded and then flipped my phone shut. By now
we were at my building.

	"What was that about?" Jesse asked.

	"Nothing at all," I replied. I felt uncharacteristically naughty
and for the first time ever concerning Will, I had a plan. "Let's just get
upstairs and do what we do best."

	Jesse smiled deviously and followed me upstairs.

	**We left Charles flirting with the bartender at Little Spot, a
struggling actor trying to pay his way through different classes. He met
one criteria though and that was that he was hot. Everyone at the bar was
vying for his attention, and like a good bartender, he was giving everyone
their due attention- as well as flaunting a chiseled body and boyish
face. But as soon as Charles showed up, hovering over the competition and
dropping large bills they were one's, all eyes were on him and the
bartender.

	"When do you get off?" Charles yelled over the disco music.

	"Whenever you want me to, stud," the guy said. Everyone at the bar
was busy talking to their second choices, knowing they'd been overshadowed
by the tall guy in the expensive suit.

	"How about now?" Charles asked. "There are three
bartenders. They'll cover you."

	"You see all these people?" the guy said. "They're here to see
me. I can't leave my fans empty handed."

	"Well I have two hands and I know what to do with them," Charles
said. They flirted a little more and finally settled on going home together
when the guy was done at two.

	Just as Charles saying one last inappropriate thing, he felt a tap
on his shoulder. He turned around to find the guy from Velvet smiling at
him.

	"You didn't think I'd take no for an answer did you?" the guy
asked. Charles was instantly turned on.

	"I was hoping you wouldn't. But before you can get with me there's
something you have to know." The guy asked what it was. Charles got close
to him and whispered "That was a nice try back at Velvet, but I always do
things my way."

	The guy smiled, pressed his body next to Charles' and said back
"Well then let's go. I like it your way."

	The guy pressed even closer to Charles, their crotches coming
together and Charles could feel the guys larger than normal tool. He smiled
at the guy. As they were leaving Little Spot, Charles stopped at the bar
and said to the bartender "I'll see you at two?"

	The bartender watched Charles walk out with another man and was
more turned on than he'd been all night.

	Back at his apartment, Charles lost no time. He pushed the guy up
against the wall of his bedroom and attacked his mouth with his own
tongue. Taking a breather, Charles panted "What did you say your name was?"

	The guy's shirt came off along with a couple of buttons and Charles
attacked the guy's nipples.

	"I didn't," the guy managed to say in between moans. "It's Jay."

	Charles was on his knees and the guys pants were coming down. He
looked up and smiled. "Well it's nice to meet you, Jay."

	As soon as Jay was naked, Charles had him on his back on his 300
thread count sheets and was making out with him while simultaneously
grinding his cock against Jay's.

	Jay had heard Charles Wise was legendary, but the tails weren't
doing him justice. Charles was all over the place- licking, kissing,
sucking. He brought Jay to edge with only his tongue and then quickly went
back to kissing him until the guy had time to recover.

	After an hour of playing around, Charles was ready for the kill. He
laid on his back, his eight inch cock sticking straight up and simply said
to Jay "You want to ride it."

	The statement was equal parts question and answer. It wasn't a
command, but it wasn't a request. He knew Jay did and he knew Jay
would. Jay was a creature all his own and had managed to make Charles sweat
for the past hour, something most guys were too in awe to be able to
do. His hands were everywhere as he straddled Charles' cock and got ready
to sit on his huge cock.

	He smiled down at Charles who was lying back with both hands behind
his head. Jay braced himself on Charles' chest and a minute later had slid
down all 8 inches. He let out a very loud moan, brought his hips up so that
Charles' cock was almost out of his ass and then came back down
again. Charles didn't do anything but smile as Jay did all the work. He
could feel Jay's sweat drip down and the sight of this cute guy, rolling
his eyes back and cocking his head back forth was driving Charles
crazy. Not to mention the fact that there was now a steady stream of precum
coming out of Jay's impossibly hard cock. Charles knew Jay would come any
minute now and he decided to help him speed up the process.

	In one swift motion, Charles sat up, swiftly put Jay on his back
and began pounding him. Jay tried to speak but every word came out as an
incoherent grunt. Charles was enjoying every second of the action. He
grabbed Jay's dick and the second his hot hand was wrapped around it, ropes
and ropes of sticky cum came shooting out. The sight of Jay's intense
orgasm was enough to send even Charles over the edge without any
assistance. He pulled out Jay's ass, ripped of the condom and without even
touching himself, sprayed what felt like a bucket of hot cum all over Jay's
torso, neck and face.

	The two collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily and
smiling.

	"That was incredible," Jay said. Charles, recovering from his own
orgasm didn't respond. He got up, grabbed a towel for himself and threw one
to Jay. As he left the bedroom he said "Go ahead and use the restroom if
you want. You can see yourself out."

	Jay looked around, realized he'd just had sex with Charles Wise and
didn't care that he was being so rudely dismissed.

	** Across town, I was having some fun of my own. Jesse and I fell
into our regular pattern of making each other feel good, but this time was
different. I wasn't preoccupied with anything, I wasn't busy thinking about
the last time I'd had it. I was in it and I was focused. Jesse rewarded my
focus with what felt like the hottest blow job I'd had in a while.

	Right when he was hitting his stride, deep throating my dripping
cock, my doorbell rang.

	"I'll get that," I said. Jesse looked at me extremely puzzled.

	I put on a robe, waited a second trying not to look at Jesse so my
cock would go down and went to meet Will.

	"Whoa," Will said as I answered the door. He looked better than I'd
remembered and his accent was even thicker in person. "In bed already?"

	"I actually have company," I said. My mouth felt dry. I couldn't
believe what was coming out of my mouth.

	"Then why'd you-"

	"I wanted to see you," I said. "And I wanted you to see me
too. This is what you forfeited, Will. You don't get to come back here and
reclaim it with a text message."

	His face looked genuinely hurt, but I had to be strong. What he was
feeling was a fraction of what I'd been through for the past year and no
matter how hot he looked and sounded, I couldn't go back to the place I'd
just escaped.

	"Is everything ok?" Jesse asked from the room. I was half hoping
he'd come into the living room naked and hard wondering what was going
on. I didn't have such luck.

	"Goodbye, Will," I said. I closed the door and went to back to
Jesse.

       "Wrong door," I said. He bought it and that night, we had the best
sex the two of us have ever had together.

       ** The next morning, I met Tanner for breakfast at Oh's and he was
all full of questions.

       "How did Will look?" "Did we do anything together?" "How did I feel
after seeing him."

       And then I told him the story. The whole story. He was proud of me.

	"You know, I don't know if I could have done that," he said.

	"I didn't think I could have either. I mean, it was Will. There's
two good years there Tanner now he's just a memory to me. I knew I wouldn't
be able to do it and that's why I had Jesse there."

	"Really?" he asked me.

	"Of course. I didn't need to bring Jesse back to my place, but god
I'm glad I did. Knowing that he was laying there waiting for me come pound
him... I mean even Will couldn't compete with that." We both laughed.

	"Well Frank and I didn't have quite as much fun last night," he
said. "And so it begins."

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"He went to bed without anything. Not so much as a kiss. I went to
shower, came out and he was already fast asleep. That's the first time
that's happened."

	"You mean you two... every night?"

	"Not the full Monty every night, but in the time we've lived
together, I've never gone to bed without anything less than a handy."

	"Wow," I said. That was incredible news. I didn't know couples did
it that often, that's for sure.

	"I know. And then last night, nothing. Not so much as a smooch. It
was embarrassing, Mike."

	"Oh, I'm sure he was just tired."

	"That's how it starts," Tanner said. "With him being tired tonight,
not being in the mood tomorrow and before I know we haven't had sex in six
months."

	"I'm sure that's not going to happen to you," I reassured. I
certainly hoped it wouldn't, but part of me was a little bit worried about
my friend.

	Later, I went back to my office and reflected about what had gone
down that weekend. I realized that I already had my topic for next week's
column. I had effectively put my past behind me. In one foul swoop, I had
gone from pining over Will to having power over him. Who would have thought
that with the help of a former FB, I'd recapture my sexual prowess that had
defined my undergraduate experience.

	And while I sat at my laptop taking notes, I had to ask myself why
it was that my last session with Jesse had been so great? Was it because I
had finally let go of the emotional baggage Will had left me with? Or was
it because I finally had genuine feelings for Jesse? What's the correlation
between feelings and sex?

	The article wasn't due for another week, so I guess I'll have
plenty of time to think about it.

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