Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:25:00 -0400
From: heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: Me and My Boys Chapter 8
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Me and My Boys
Chapter 8: Plus One, Minus One
The next Sunday, after spending all of Saturday in bed "making up"
with Will, I met my three best friends for brunch.
"Do you guys realize what this is," Beau asked us just as we'd
ordered drinks. A Vodka/Cranberry for me, Bloody Mary for Tanner, Martini
for Charles and a very masculine Jack and Coke for Beau. "This is us, in
our mid twenties eating brunch."
"You don't say, Sherlock," Charles tried to interrupt, but Beau kept
talking dramatically.
"And we are all taken. None of us are single anymore," he said.
"That's it," Charles said. "I'm breaking up with Justin today."
This was a phenomenon and I knew for a fact it wouldn't last
long. The way I saw it, Beau and Phillip couldn't last much
longer. Although Beau had confessed that Phillip was considering leaving
his girlfriend, there was no way that their fling would last longer than a
couple of weeks. Once he got a taste of the gay abundance in Manhattan,
Phillip would be eager to sew the oats he'd kept in the closet for so
long. As for Charles and Justin, the undergrad was having fun now, but when
it all came down to it, how long could an 18 year old and a 26 year old
really last. Not to mention that the 26 year old in question was serial
screwer and hardly ever settled down. Once the novelty wore off for both of
them, could they really go the distance? I doubted it. As for me and Will,
the events of this weekend revealed something very simple. Will wasn't
perfect. But I'd forgiven him for so much already, could he really do
something that would make him forfeit my trust forever? I certainly hoped
not but I couldn't rule it out. The only couple that in our circle that I
knew would last was Frank and Tanner, and that's only because they'd fallen
into so much of a routine together, they wouldn't know how to live
separately. Speaking of the two, conversation quickly turned to their
wedding.
"The other two guys besides you three will be Frank's college
roommate and his cousin Austin," Tanner was explaining.
"Which one is gay?"
"Neither, Charles. You aren't fucking fellow groomsmen," Tanner
snapped.
"I was just asking."
"Now, for the rehearsal dinner, each of you will give a short
speech," Tanner said looking at me when he said short. "I mean it
Mikey. Short. No waxing poetic for an hour. " Shifting his gaze, he next
addressed Charles. "And please, please don't be late on Saturday
morning. We have to get started on time so that we can-"
"Get to the open bar," Charles finished.
With the pending nuptials barely a week away, Tanner's armor was
beginning to crack and his OCD craziness was starting to show.
That afternoon when Will was over drinking hot chocolate and going
through some photographs, I reminded him about the ceremony next Saturday.
"I assume you're going to be my plus one," I told him.
"Mhmm," he said noncommittally.
"Good. Any idea what you'll wear?" I sat down at my breakfast table
next to him. I began undoing his tie for him. "Why do you have to get so
dressed up for work?"
"I was shooting a wedding today. I needed to blend in," he said.
"Coincidence," I said. "But you aren't wearing this tie to my
friend's wedding. I need you to look drop dead gorgeous."
"I wouldn't want to look better than the grooms," he said giving me
a quick kiss and going back to today's wedding negatives.
I stood up and went into the living room to watch some TV. Fifteen
minutes later, Will came in to join me.
"Did you say the wedding was next week Saturday?" he asked.
"Yes."
"In the morning or at night?"
"It's at 11," I replied. "I told you this twice. Why?"
He hesitated to tell me something, but seeing me glare at him
expectantly, he pressed on. "I was hoping I'd be here for the ceremony but
I'm leaving next Saturday afternoon."
"Leaving? Where are you going?"
"I'm going to Toronto."
"And when were you planning on saying something?" I asked him. I
realized my voice was rising. What the fuck was he doing?
"I was going to tell you on Friday, but you got all pissed off at
me, so I assumed it wasn't the best time."
"Good assumption," I quipped. "So tell me now. What's going on?"
"The company I work for is going to start covering Canadian fashion
designers, starting with their fashion week. If I do well there, they're
going to open a Toronto office."
"With you at the helm," I said more of a statement than a
question. "For how long?" I asked. I could feel myself getting more and
more upset by the minute. I knew that the four of us being taken and happy
couldn't last long- I didn't think I would be the one to break the streak
so soon.
"Indefinitely," he replied.
"Unbelievable," I said standing up and walking towards my bedroom.
"I figured you'd be happy for me," he said following me.
"Overjoyed," I replied sarcastically. "Great fucking timing, by the
way. Not only do I not have a date to my best friend's wedding, but
evidently I don't have a boyfriend anymore either. Lock the door on your
way out."
"Mike can we-"
"Lock the door on your way out," I said. He left me lying there, too
angry to think and too disappointed to move. I called Charles and he came
over thirty minutes later with essentials.
**Around the same time, Beau couldn't have been having a more
different conversation. In contrast to their other trysts, Phillip called
Beau in the afternoon asking what he was doing around dinner time.
"Eating, hopefully," Beau had responded, not knowing what exactly
he'd be eating. A couple hours later, Phillip showed up at Beau's door and
within minutes, Beau was eating a tube steak made to order.
They were well past the time for pleasantries and as soon as the
door was closed behind them, Beau had Phillip pinned to the wall and was
kissing him vigorously.
"How much time do you have?" Beau asked.
"Enough time to slow down," Phillip said softly. He took Beau's hand
and put it around his own waste, still kissing him sensually on the
lips. Their lips didn't part as Phillip walked backwards across the studio
apartment until he felt the edge of the bed on his leg. He sat down slowly,
Beau still standing and lifted Beau's shirt up over his head. He then
worked on the tight corduroy pants that he regarded as too fashionable and
Beau regarded as too cheap. Working together, they managed to undo both the
belt and the pants without breaking their intense eye contact.
Still in his boy short underwear, Beau leaned Phillip back until he
was laying down with their heads inches apart.
"I love it when we have time to slow down," he said working his
fingers on Phillip's own pants. As the two of them stared at each other,
Beau felt something he'd never felt before and it wasn't the intense heat
coming from Phillip's incredibly hard boner. It was the feeling that
Phillip wanted him to fuck him.
"So do I," Phillip said. They began kissing again, this time
grinding their barely covered crotches into each other. Beau could feel a
wet spot penetrating his shorts and he knew both of their dicks needed to
be freed.
Before long, their grinding shifted so that Phillip's legs were
raised and Beau had easy access to his tight hole. Without missing a beat,
Beau slid on a condom and slipped in, reveling in the sight of Phillip's
head rolling back in a mixture of pleasant pain. After a minute to let
Phillip adjust, Beau slid in a little more and a little more until finally
his entire shaft was buried in Phillip's ass and Phillip let out a sigh of
content. And then the real fun started.
Beau, who always took advantage of the times he was on top in any
relationship, slipped all the way, found Phillip's hole again and dove
right back in. Phillip again let out a heavy sigh, indicating that Beau was
just hitting the spot. Phillip's hands were orgasmically clinging to Beau's
back; he'd have to have those scratches checked tomorrow.
And before long, the two of them were pumping away in a rhythm that
long time lovers would envy. They met each other's glides beautifully,
every now and again releasing their kiss so they could observe what the
other looked like. Beau's face was concentrating and sexy. A light scruff
on his boyish face indicated a skipping of the daily routine and Phillip
liked the manly look. Phillip's eyes were glazed over in lust that could
never be faked and his strong straight boy features made his ass even
sweeter to Beau.
The sight of Phillip below him, his chest heaving and his body
convulsing was way too much for Beau and after a few minutes of fucking, he
couldn't control himself any long. Abandoning the kiss, he lifted himself
up, and began pounding recklessly into Phillip's now loosened hole.
"Fuck, yeah," Phillip almost screamed. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah." He
said it over and over like a school girl getting it for the first time and
his desperation for it turned Beau on even more. Seconds later, he pulled
out, ripped of the condom and came more than he'd ever seen himself
come. One rope hit Phillip dead in the face. The next whizzed past
Phillip's face and landed on the back wall. The third was a chest shot and
the last few just jutted out onto Phillip's deflating cock. His spunk
coated his own chest and his hand, seeming to move on its own, was rubbing
the two samples together.
"That was fucking incredible," Phillip said catching his breath.
"Don't talk," Beau replied. "I think I died just then." Phillip
laughed. They lay there in their own jizz for what felt like hours, simply
enjoying each other's presence. Phillip was the first to break the silence.
"I'm cold," he said in a not very sexy way. It was barely evening
and the sun had just gone down. Phillip got up, went to the bathroom, came
out wiped down and handed Beau his own towel. Then he proceeded to scoot
Beau over and climb under the covers.
"This is new," Beau said getting under the blanket himself. "Are you
staying the night or something?"
"Would you be mad if I did?" Phillip asked looking at Beau.
"Of course not," Beau replied.
"Would you be disappointed if I didn't?" Beau didn't know how to
answer that question without sounding like that guy. But Phillip was being
sappy and strange enough for the both of them. "I broke up with Katie
today." Phillip said before Beau could reply.
"Oh," Beau responded. He wasn't sure what to say in these
situations. Somehow, how he felt didn't seem appropriate. "I'm sorry to
hear that."
"Or you're thrilled," Phillip laughed. What was going on here? Was
this an actual couple interaction they were having? "It's weird. Not having
a girlfriend, you know?"
"I can't say I do."
"True. But it is. I mean I've been with a girl for so long. It'll be
weird to go home and not have a girl there." He kept saying girl and Beau
heard each and every one.
"Did you tell her about me?"
"I said I was sleeping with someone. I left the gender out of the
description. She threw enough stuff without knowing I was leaving her for a
guy." So it was because of me, Beau thought with a grin on his face. He
couldn't help but swell with a little bit of pride.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Move out. Find a new apartment, I don't know." The idea popped into
Beau's mind too quickly for him to stop it. He deserved a slap just for
thinking it and he knew it. There was no way he would ever tell his
straight-ish lover that he could stay in his too small studio while he
searched for a new place. Of course, he didn't have. "Look, this is going
to sound extremely awkward. My brother lives in Queens and I could stay
with him until I found a place, but then I'd have to live in Queens and
commute to work and to see you. The only friend I have in Manhattan just
had a baby with his wife and well, I um, well..."
"Sure," Beau said anticipating the question and knowing how hard it
was for Phillip to form the words. "I think we could work something out."
"Are you sure? This place is awfully small," Phillip said.
"I'm hardly ever here. And besides, we only need one bed, right?" he
kissed Phillip and realized that his hand had lightly been playing with
Phillip's nipple.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'll put the bulk of my stuff in storage so it'll
just be some clothes. And I should be able to find a place in no time."
"Then you obviously haven't ever looked for real estate in
Manhattan," Beau joked. They continued to make move in plans as Beau
continued to stroke Phillip's chest. An hour later, it was all settled-
Phillip would move in tomorrow, and tonight they would fuck.
**I went through my Monday routine with a hangover to beat all
hangovers. I barely had time to be angry at Will because I was too busy
re-hydrating myself. After class, Justin came to my office which I hadn't
locked in time and asked if I was ok.
"I'm fine, thanks," I told him.
"Look, um, Charles told me all about what happened," he said.
"I said I'm fine," I told him again. I obviously wasn't. In
desperate need to work off all of the calories I'd consumed in liquid form
last night, I called Charles and told him to meet me at Gold's at five. At
four, Beau called.
"You won't believe what happened," he told me. "Phillip is moving
in." A mixture of my resentment at Will and my intense feeling that this
was a bad idea led me to silence- the best policy in situations like these
with Beau. "And you aren't thrilled."
"I can't lie, you'll have to convince me that you shacking up is a
good idea," I told him. "Me and Charles are going to the gym now. You
should come."
"How about we do drinks after?"
"I'm never drinking again," I told him.
"Which means you also have a story to tell. We're meeting for
dinner. Anaria's at eight. I'm calling Tanner."
I called Charles, told him I wasn't in a healthy way and that my
sweat would probably get everyone at Gold's tipsy anyway. He agreed, saying
he needed to talk to Justin before he went off studying again anyway. Four
hours later, my three friends and I sat at our usual spot at the bakery we
liked to call home.
"So what is this little gathering about anyway?" Tanner asked,
checking his watch for the second time before drinks had even been ordered.
"Please," Charles said as the waiter approached. "First things
first. I'll have a lemon drop to start and Sex on the Beach. What? I'm not
working in the morning."
"Margarita on the rocks," I said.
"You recover quickly," Beau teased.
"When in Rome," I replied.
"Water with lemon please," Tanner ordered. "I can't look bedraggled
on my big day."
"Lame," Beau said. "I'll have a Bud Lime." We all gave him a look
and he just smiled at us. "Speaking of Bud Lime, I have news that you all
will die over."
"Or because of," Charles said. I smiled and thanked god I was no
longer hung over.
"Phillip is moving in with me," he said. We all just sat there in
silence. Knowing already, I didn't have the heart to say what I truly
felt. I knew Tanner thought it was cute, but that Beau wasn't
ready. Charles was the voice of our thoughts.
"Ok, I'll say it. Worst idea ever." I silently thanked Charles for
voicing my opinion.
"Why is it such a bad idea?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," Charles replied. "Let's think on it for a
second. One, he's straight-ish."
"Not every gay man I date has to be some kind of fairy," Beau
defended.
"But it would help if he moved out of the closet before he moved in
with you," Tanner said helpfully.
"Let's not forget the fact that when you met him, he was seeing
someone. He's a serial cheater," I said as point number two.
"This is different. And Katie is the first person he's ever cheated
on," Beau said. We all opened our mouths to speak at the same time, but our
drinks came just then and we were all suddenly consumed with thirst. After
a couple of sips, Beau added quietly "I think this is going to
work. Phillip is great and he likes me. When he finds a place, he'll move
out. For now, I'm glad to have him live with me and you guys won't talk me
out of it."
I guess that was the end of it for now and the conversation quickly
turned to me.
"Can we at least wait until our entrees come out before we talk
about my latest tragedy?" I said. No such luck, so I told them anyway. I
told them that Will's announcement produced a mixture of hurt and anger-
that him up and leaving for Canada was reminiscent of the scene last year
were he up and left for Europe only this time I got a one week's notice.
"I won't say I told you so," Tanner said when I was done.
"Noted," I said coldly. If I wasn't so mad at Will, I'd turn my
anger to Tanner, but I was good at focusing. What I didn't confess is the
burning desire I'd felt this afternoon to call Jesse- not just as a fuck
buddy but as a friend. I wanted to tell him he'd been right but there was
no way to accomplish that task without being desperate, needy and losing a
lot of face. There was no need to bring that up at dinner because I already
knew the answer.
There was a lot of Will bashing for the rest of dinner and because
it was a Monday night and we were four working men, we didn't get sloppy.
At around nine o'clock that night, I found myself walking home to
an empty apartment. Will had tried to call a couple of times, but it was
easy to ignore the calls. In a week, they wouldn't even be coming
anyway. For some reason, it was easy this time. I knew he was leaving and I
was almost ok with it. I was only angry about one thing- that I'd chosen
him over Jesse.
I sat at my computer and decided to write this week's column. I'd
made my choice and it had turned out to bite me in the butt. What happens
when you realize that you've made the wrong decision? Can you change your
mind, just like that? In a city like Manhattan, with so many choices, how
do you know when you've made the right one and what do you do when you
realize you haven't? What do you do when the plus one becomes a minus one?
About an hour and 500 words later, my desire to call Jesse won out
over my desire to save face. He picked up on the fourth ring just as I was
beginning to panic.
"This is unexpected," he said nicely enough but without a hello. He
clearly still had my number saved.
"Not the warm greeting I was looking for," I joked. He appreciated
it.
"I wonder why," he said kind of rudely but with a hint of
playfulness. Had it been long enough since we'd broken up that we could
joke? I decided it had.
"Look, can't one ex innocently call another ex to see how they're
doing?" I asked him.
"I suppose they can," he replied. "But another ex is expecting
company and shouldn't be rude. How about I call you back tomorrow?"
Before I had a chance to come up with a more intelligent response,
I just muttered goodbye and hung up. Company? I thought. It was almost
eleven o'clock- there was only one kind of company at eleven. Was I being
jealous? Obviously. Did I have a right to be? I wasn't sure, but I was
going to exercise the right regardless. With nothing to do and no boyfriend
to sex, I did what any self-respecting 26 year old in Manhattan would do. I
called Charles and told him to meet me at the bar two blocks from my house.
Twenty minutes later, the ever-reliable Charles, dressed in a Fendi
military shirt that was unbuttoned to his navel, met me at my corner and we
walked to Yaz.
"Where's the boyfriend tonight?" I asked him.
"He went to a party with some of his friends," he said giving me a
look that translated to `yes he still has those'. "I could ask you the same
question."
"You could, but that would be very asshole of you," I said.
"So it's over," he stated. "Between you and Will?"
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I don't want it to be, but
let's be honest. I can't do the whole separation thing again. And I don't
want to be a wreck like last time. So I'm leaving on my terms."
We were entering the straight bar and immediately heads were
turning to the two gorgeously stylish men that we were.
Charles, used to receiving attention anywhere, went straight for
the bar while I looked around and smiled sheepishly for a few seconds,
realizing my outfit alone could probably retail for high than the rest of
the bar combined. I ordered my usual Cranberry/Vodka while Charles decided
to for a Long Island.
"Sometimes you just want to get the job done." We talked about my
new singleness for a few minutes. Charles' predictable position was that
I'd take Will's departure much better if I slept with someone. I
immediately thought about Jesse but chugged the rest of my drink to chase
that thought out of my mind.
Two hours and several cocktails later, I was ready to break a sweat
on a dance floor somewhere. Just as Charles and I were getting ready to
leave, three tall exceptionally dressed men walked into the bar. They
received much the same welcome as Charles and I mainly because they were
all drop dead gorgeous. They all stood at least six feet tall and were
wearing what I noticed to be expensive Italian designer labels. Their legs
extended for days, but what I was mostly concerned with, in my drunken
haze, was what was between them.
"Who are they?" I asked, more of a slur than a question. I suddenly
gained all of my mental faculties.
"No clue," Charles replied trying not to show his awe at the new
hottest guys in the room.
"Do you think they're gay?" I asked him.
"Everyone is gay with enough effort and enough liquor. Let's go buy
them some drinks," he replied coolly. He was probably right, I thought. The
three guys were already at the bar by the time I could take my gaze off of
them. I saw one of them give Charles a smile and a second later he was
standing. "Come on. I call tall."
"Blonde," I said following him.
"Hello fellows," Charles boomed confidently. My mind was
racing. Was it ok to flirt with these guys while things were still up in
the air with Will? Worse, what if that flirting lead to something? If
Charles could do it while he was dating Justin, then so could I.
"Hello guys," the tallest one said in a rich southern accent. I
guessed North Carolina or Georgia, but with clothes like that, the exact
region of the south was a moot point. I guess this tall one was the
self-established ring leader.
"What brings you all to this neighborhood?" Charles asked.
"We're just leaving a party. We're actually just in town for the
week," the blonde one replied.
"Where are you all staying?" Charles asked. I just stood there
awkwardly looking at the other guy who wasn't talking either. He was the
blonde.
"The Waldorf," the tall one chimed in with a wide grin. "It's
swank."
"Indeed," Charles said. "Let me order you fellows a round of
drinks."
"Only if you let us get the next round," the blonde one finally
said. His voice was every bit as drawled as the other two and his face was
every bit as sexy. He looked at me and smiled at me.
"Most definitely," I said, glad that I wouldn't be buying any
rounds whatsoever.
After drinking and talking to the guys for twenty minutes, we
learned that they were old money from Louisiana, best friends, and part of
the south's biggest shipping and oil families. They were in Manhattan for
the blond one's 25th birthday- consequently meaning he had just come into
part of his trust fund. My blonde was named Cooper, the tall one was Marc
and the seemingly left out third one was Brian. I was proud of my selection
and the two of us spent the entire evening flirting, buying each other
drinks and seeing how far the other could be challenged.
"I bet you won't stand on that bar there and sing the song on the
juke box," he told me. I laughed for several reasons when he said
that. 1. I was known for my bar singing skills. 2. At this point in the
night I was drunk enough to do anything. 3. There was no juke box anywhere
to be found.
I countered with "If I do it, I bet you won't come up to the bar
and give me a kiss." His face softened for a second as I could tell he was
thinking about it. They must not have guy on guy make out sessions very
often in Louisiana.
"Alright," he said finally. I got up on the bar and sang the last
verse to Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer. For the second chorus and key
change, the entire bar was cheering me on and singing along. My part was
over. As the song faded out, I gestured for Cooper to come up and join me
on the bar. He hesitated, looked around at his buddies and saw Marc talking
to Charles in the corner and Brian getting hit on by two very attractive
girls. He took my hand, climbed up and a second later, we were making out
on the bar to a room full of hoots and hollers.
The sight wasn't anything new to me. It wasn't a night out in
Manhattan until someone was kissing on top of a dangerously high surface,
but it was apparently a new feat for Cooper who was instantly turned on and
embarrassed. After a couple of seconds of kissing, I could solidly feel a
hard bump form in his jeans and his face had turned a bright red. He looked
gorgeous as he blushed.
"That wasn't too bad," I said climbing down. He just grunted. "Want
to get out of here?"
It was a little forward and I probably could have timed the
question better. But his excitement had rubbed off on me and I was eager to
advance the night- not to mention solidly push Will out of my mind.
"For sure," he said. "But I'm not sure I could find my way to the
Waldorf from here."
"I live right around the corner. You can give your friends a call
in the morning," I said. With this he smiled and followed me out of the
bar, down the street and around the corner to my apartment.
**As for Charles, he was laying on the charm smooth and
thick. Anyone in the room could tell that Marc was totally taken by
Charles' smile and perfectly dark features. Marc on the other hand had
Charles' full attention. With Justin out of sight and out of mind, the
thick southern accent mixed with the gorgeous all-American looks was enough
to hold Charles attention for at least the night.
A little bit after Cooper and I made our escape, Charles and Marc
left as well, stopping to interrupt Brian with a "We're heading out. See
you at the hotel," while he caked sweetly with the two attractive slutty
girls.
After deciding that the hotel was closer to this part of town than
Charles' upper east side apartment, they walked the few blocks to Marc's
place in silence, each concentrating on keeping their hands off of the
other until they got there.
Once inside the warmth and luxury of the hotel, they headed for the
elevator where Marc pushed the up button for their floor. Once inside, all
hell broke loose as Charles pressed tightly up against the southern beau
and kissed him ferociously. The too tight designer jeans left nothing to
the imagination as Charles' hand went to squeeze what he'd already felt
pressed on his thigh.
"You're so fucking hot," Charles breathed as the elevator continued
to go up.
"You too, bud," Marc replied quickly going back to Charles mouth
with his own. They continued to steam up the elevator with their sloppy
drunk kissing and fondling until the door opened and an older woman holding
a dog gasped. She let the elevator close back up and two floors later, they
were on Marc's floor. They kissed in the hallway for what felt like two
minutes but must have been at least half an hour. They were interrupted by
a joking voice saying "Wow. Don't you two have a room?"
Marc released his hold on Charles' crotch and chest and looked at
the elevator to see Brian standing there alone.
"I thought you were hanging out with those two girls tonight?" Marc
asked looking embarrassed.
"They have class in the morning," Brian replied. "I even walked
them back to their dorm and they left me high and dry."
"Sucks to be you," Charles said. Brian was opening up the suite
door.
"Are you guys coming in?" he asked.
"I suppose we can," Marc said buttoning up a couple of the buttons
on his shirt. Brian gave him a knowing smile.
"You two looked like you were getting after it. Good thing everyone
else on this floor goes to bed at twilight or you'd have had the police
called," Brian joked as we went into the suit. It was extremely large and
had two bedrooms joined to it. I assumed one of the guys must either be
doubling up, staying on the adequately sized common room couch or sleeping
across the hall.
"I guess we were," Marc replied sitting down on the couch. Charles
sat very close to him as Brian went to pour himself a drink at the full
sized bar. "And we're going to get back to it as soon as you lock yourself
up in your room."
So Marc was the unfortunate one who had to stay in the common room.
"Unless you want to watch," Charles said. Marc laughed, but Brian
just sipped his aromatic bourbon as he slowly approached them.
"Brian doesn't want to watch."
"Who says I wouldn't want to watch?" Brian asked.
"I do. You wouldn't watch if I paid you," Marc replied. Brian, just
drunk enough to take the challenged just shrugged a go ahead to the two
guys. He sat down in an arm chair across the room and continued to sip his
bourbon.
Taking his silence as a cue, Charles was the first to move,
kneeling on the couch next to Marc and placing his lips directly on the
lips of the southern charmer. Charles couldn't tell if Brian was in fact
watching, but Marc's eyes never left his friend's as Charles slowly moved
to his chest, his pecs and then kneeling between his legs, went to undo his
belt and jeans.
Marc let out a soft moan when his cock was finally released, as
hard as it could have ever been. Brian continued to sip his drink as Marc
saw him adjust his own package while seeming to not pay attention- allowing
himself quick glances every once in a while. Charles' mouth slowly
enveloped Marc's dick and Marc let out a long and loud sigh. There was no
way Brian wouldn't look over and when Marc opened his eyes, his best friend
was staring directly at him. Marc let out a smile and Brian, now visibly
horny as well, let one out too.
Without any coaxing, Brian stood and walked slowly to the couch the
other two were on. He sat next to Marc, spread his legs and took his own
dick out. Noticing another perfectly cut cock before him, an excited
Charles let go of Marc's hot pecker with a string of precum running down it
and moved on Brian's impossibly hard cock. He tasted Brian's cock slowly at
first, not sure how far to go with him, but after swallowing all 7 inches,
he looked up to see the two friends kissing above him.
With that kind of reassurance, he went to town, going back and
forth between both guys, sloppily swallowing each cock for a couple of
minutes while pumping the other in his free hand. His other hand was all
over the place, massaging one guys balls, feeling one guy's flat stomach or
hard pecs.
It must have been too much for both Marc and Brian to take, this
hot guy sucking their cocks like they were candy and making out with each
other because just a few minutes later, Charles felt a spurt of cum hit his
check while he was working on Marc's shaft. He turned to see Brian shoot
another line of cream across his face. A second later, noticing that Marc
had been watching his best friend shoot on Charles' perfect face, he came
too, filling Charles' mouth with an unexpected amount of cream.
Charles, ever the class act, stood up and began feeding the frisky
friend's his own ready to blow cock.
"Come on dudes," he said with very little resistance from the other
two. "Suck my cock." They both took turns going after Charles' dick, taking
short breaks to find each other's mouths until he was ready to cream as
well.
"There's plenty for the both of you," he said, focusing most of his
efforts on the guy who'd had all the girls on him earlier. With the first
spurts landing on that guy's face and tongue and hair, and the last
trickles being swallowed by the extra gay Marc, Charles got to enjoy one of
the hottest sights he'd seen in a while- two beautiful rich southern boys
going to town on his cock.
**Across town, in the Upper West Side, Tanner and Frank were having
a deep discussion of their own.
"My dad called me this afternoon," Frank told Tanner as the two
were grooming before bed.
"Oh," Tanner said idly.
"He said you called them about the wedding. You really upset my
mother," Frank said.
"She really upset me."
"Tanner."
"What Frank? Should I not have tried? God knows you aren't going
to," Tanner said. He put his face towel down and went back into the
bedroom.
"Because I know the outcome, Tanner," Frank said following close
behind. "I know what mom is going to say. I know that she's just going to
get angry. They're trying, Tan, in their own way and unlike some, I respect
that."
"Well you'll just have to teach me how to do that one day," Tanner
said crawling into bed. That night they slept on opposite ends of the bed
and Tanner couldn't help but think that calling his fiancés parents was
definitely the wrong choice.
**The rest of the week fell into a predictable rhythm for my
friends and I. We all had our fittings done on Wednesday and had dinner
with Tanner and his sisters on Thursday. Throughout the week, however,
Charles and I snuck off to meet our southern royalty whenever we got a
chance. On Friday afternoon, Charles and I took a break from going south of
the Mason/Dixon line to hit the gym before the real festivities of Tanner
and Frank's wedding got underway.
"So what does the young one think about you sleeping with a
southern belle?"
"Two southern belles," Charles corrected.
"What? Brian too? I thought he was the designated straight one," I
replied in surprise. "That's what Cooper says."
"He is- kind of. I'm not supposed to say anything, but he's
becoming a pretty big fan of the penis. He won't let me get anywhere near
his ass though," Charles replied.
"Wow," I said in awe. "No wonder you never leave the Waldorf these
days. Too bad their leaving on Saturday."
And it was too bad. On a number of occasions that week, I'd thought
about asking Cooper to be my date to Tanner's wedding. Although their
flight wasn't until the afternoon, I felt guilty about asking him to get
all dressed up and then have to dash across town to catch his flight. Plus,
I'd still be stag for the reception which was the all important part.
"Any idea who you'll take to the wedding?" Charles asked me when I
was on my third mile on the treadmill.
"No," I replied quietly. "I mean, it would be fun to take Cooper,
but this fling thing has an expiration date. I really wish I hadn't fucked
things up with Jesse. This is just the kind of event I need him for."
"So call him," Charles said nonchalantly.
"Are you crazy?"
"What? So you cheated on him and he dumped you in the middle of 7th
Ave. It's been two weeks, you've both seen other people. Wounds heal."
"Wait, what? We've both seen other people?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you? I saw him with a young cutie at Niko a
couple of nights ago. I was taking Marc out on the town and we ran into
him. He asked about you."
I turned off my treadmill and just stood there.
"And you didn't tell me this?"
"Well you were having so much fun with Cooper. I didn't want to
ruin it. But yeah, he said to tell you hi and to give him a call sometime."
"This is unbelievable," I said. Without even taking the time to
think, I went to my locker and pulled out my phone. I found Jesse, pressed
dial and then looked up to realize I was in the male locker room- not the
best place for an intimate conversation. Charles was at my heels looking as
sexy as ever.
"Hey Mike," Jesse answered on the third ring. "Did Charles tell you
that I ran into him and some guy the other night?"
"Yeah he did. How have you been?" I asked him.
"As good as I can be. Yourself?"
"Surviving. Look, there really isn't any prescribed way to say
this, so I'm just going to ask you. Are you busy tonight?" Charles asked me
what he'd said and shooed him away.
"What?" Jesse asked. I couldn't tell if he was shocked or if he
actually couldn't hear me.
"I need a date to Tanner's rehearsal dinner and I was wondering if
you wanted to go with me."
"What about Will?" he asked. The fact that he wasn't angry and
saying no right off the bat was a good sign.
"Charles didn't tell you when ya'll ran into each other?" I asked
catching the fact that I'd said ya'll. I was spending way too much time
with Coop. I looked at Charles and mouthed `you didn't tell him Will and I
broke up?' "Will and I broke up."
"Oh," he said. Oh- that's all I got. So I continued.
"It was never going to work. I should have known that."
"Yeah, I could have told you that," he dug. It would have hurt more
if I wasn't convinced he'd say yes to being my date tonight.
"So what do you say? Be my plus one?"
"I can't do that. I'm sorry, Mike. Thanks for calling. Tell Tanner
I said congratulations and that I hope it works out for him and Frank," he
replied. I mumbled something to the affirmative. "Thanks for calling." He
hung up. I turned and faced Charles who immediately asked me how it went. I
just looked at him and then turned around. With no other choice, I called
Cooper and gave him the details of tonight- just like a true fling, he had
nothing already planned and was totally game.
**The rehearsal dinner was fun, lighthearted and
beautiful. Tanner's family was as fun as ever, especially his 17 year old
sister who couldn't keep her eyes off of Charles or her glass of wine full
for more than five minutes. At one point, her mother reached over and
informed her that this wine wasn't coming out of a box and she needed to
slow down.
Beau was the first to give his toast, standing up and saying: "I've
often wondered if true love exists. To look at the world and see so much
hate, sadness and despair, moments like these are rare and truly
amazing. To see the way that Tanner looks into Frank's eyes and the way
that Frank looks into Tanner's eyes is a reminder of hope- a hope that true
love actually does exist. Congratulations."
Charles was next: "I promised Tanner that I would leave the
cynicism and sarcasm at home tonight, so I'm going to keep this short and
sweet because cynical and sarcastic all I know how to do. You guys are
great separately, but you're even greater together. You are a vision of
love; and even though that vision is not supported by our nation's
government, you've got my vote. I love you guys."
Finally it was my turn. I stood, nervous and looking at Cooper for
a boost of confidence. Five days and countless fucks do not a supporter
make and all I got from Coop was a shallow look in his eyes and a knowing
grin. "I have to confess- when Tanner asked me to give the final toast
tonight, I honestly didn't know what I was going to say. I knew Beau would
be bringing the sap and Charles the appropriate dose of humor, but when I
thought about what I could offer, I was for once at a loss of words. And
then Tanner, my friend, told me not to sweat it, and that I'd know exactly
what to say. Well tonight, Tanner, I'm giving you back your own
advice. Tomorrow, the two of you are going to embark on a glorious journey
into a relationship unlike any other I've ever seen. You're love is strong
enough to get through anything and deep enough to last eternity. When
things get too tough or too hard, don't sweat it. You'll know exactly what
to do. Through thick and through thin, don't sweat it. You'll know exactly
what to do. Richer or poorer, well let's be honest with two of New York's
finest lawyers here, through richer you'll know exactly what to do. So I
raise my glass to the happy couple. I love you guys."
I didn't realize until after my speech that both Tanner and Frank
were crying, Beau had tears dripping down his face and Charles looked at me
as if I'd stupidly outdone him. When I sat down, I was happy to get a kiss
and a good job from Cooper.
A couple of hours and a few more bottles of wine and champagne
later, my boys and I headed to Charles' extra large loft. Instead of opting
for a bachelor party, the two wedding parties decided to split up and have
one last night together as all single guys.
"Thanks for coming on such short notice," I told Cooper.
"It was my pleasure," he said. He kissed me outside of
Anaria's. "I've got a surprise for you- I'll call you tonight if it works
out. Otherwise, I'll call you tomorrow before I leave." He left me with a
last kiss, wondering what the surprise would be and if I'd ever get to see
him again.
Later that night, after a couple more hours of heavy drinking at
Charles' place, I was still minus a plus one for the wedding and my friends
wouldn't let me forget.
"This is your karma for always having a date for three years,"
Tanner said.
"Now you know what the stag life is all about," Beau said.
I just drank my loneliness away. It wouldn't be that bad and who
knew who would be at the wedding.
"Who is Charles talking to?" I asked, noticing that Charles had
been on the phone for all of 10 minutes.
"I think he's returning Justin's message." I turned to see Charles
hanging up on his phone call with Justin.
"What was that about?" I asked as he rejoined the group on his
leather couches.
"The kid's drunk," he said with a faux annoyance in his voice. "And
he said it again."
Beau let out a sincere ah while Tanner cat called.
"Anyone else who makes a noise gets punched in the face," he
said. I laughed until my phone rang and all eyes were on me as I answered
it.
"Hello Cooper," I said as sexily as possible. My friends waited to
see what my expression would change to. The smile on my face was a pretty
good indication.
"Of course I'd love to come over tonight," I said into the
phone. Tanner frowned at me and said "If you're late tomorrow I will cut
your dick off and feed it to you."
"Harsh," Charles breathed.
"Oh, the surprise? I thought that was it."
"No, silly. Listen- if you're still looking for a date tomorrow, I
pushed my flight back to Monday so I'd still be here," Cooper said.
"Oh my god, that great! You're amazing. Thank you so much, Cooper,"
I said ecstatically. I told I'd be over in half an hour and hung up. No
sooner than I'd finished telling my friends everything Cooper had said, my
phone rang yet again. This time the call was unexpected.
"Jesse?" I asked.
"Yeah, hey Mike," he said calmly. "I was just thinking about what
you said this afternoon- sorry for being rude on the phone by the
way. Maybe we could try starting over. If you still need a date to the
wedding tomorrow, I'd love to go with you."
I couldn't believe it. In that split second I had to make a
decision.
"Of course," I said. "I'll call you in the morning with details. Be
ready at 11." And I hung up as quickly as possible. In less time than it
took my friends to do a shot without me, I'd gone from having a minus one
to a plus two and I had no idea how I was going to get away with it.
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