Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2010 17:27:43 -0600
From: S G <letsgo1020@hotmail.com>
Subject: Missing You From Around The World, Chapter 2

It has been three years and twenty days since I penned "Missing You From
Around The World."  I want to thank the many e-mails I have gotten since
then: the great advice, support, and even one in-person recognition (still
haven't figured out how he figured out who I was).  That was a tough time
in my life, and an even tougher task to write about what was happening with
my life.  Some things have changed, but as they say, the more things
change, the more they stay the same.

I moved back to the States at the end of December 2007.  Nick and Jack were
waiting for me at the airport.  Excited beyond belief, I dropped my bags
and ran over to them, giving each a big hug.  Although it had only been
four months since we were together last, it felt like eternity.  It seems
being chained to a job in a foreign country will make you a little lonely.
We grabbed my bags, and headed for Nick and Jack's apartment, for a night
of stories and lots of marijuana.  Being back, and close again to Jack, was
indescribable.

A few months passed.  I was living with my father, and dating a girl who
lived about an hour north of me.  We would see each other as often as
possible, but that was tough, with me working full time, and her, a student
at an art school.  One weekend, she invited Jack and I over for dinner and
a night out on the town.  Jack and I had only seen each other a few times
since I had returned, with Kara and me spending our free time together.
Jack and I drove up, and on the way stopped at a liquor store, then visited
with a friend of his who lived nearby until we were to meet Kara.  If you
read Chapter One, I think you know where this is going.  We got drunk.

We went to Kara's after about an hour of shots and celebrating.  She found
us to be pretty funny, and we chowed down on the food she had prepared.
Afterwards, we met up with some of her friends at a local bar, and Jack and
I proceeded to drink everything in sight.  After a few hours of watching
our shenanigans, Kara got sick of us and told us she was driving us home.
After arriving, she pulled down the futon and told me I should sleep out
here with him, she didn't want to talk for the rest of the night.  Drunk,
we passed out, and she left to meet up with her friends.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I woke up to an interesting
situation.  Mysteriously, I was spooning Jack, and neither of us were
wearing any clothes.  I pulled the blankets down, and gazed upon the sight
that lay before me.  The same tight, muscled body I remembered from Las
Vegas and Puerto Rico was slowly waking up.  He turned over, smiled, and
reached for me.  He slowly pulled me into an embrace, and put us head down
on my chest.  With a deep breath, I reached for my treasure, and slowly
began pulling on his penis.  He grabbed mine, and we began putting into
motion a love that began years before.

Within seconds, we were rock hard.  To my surprise, Jack was a "shower",
not a "grower", but I could never be disappointed by him.  After an hour of
mutual panting and whispered words, I moved down to kiss his manhood.  He
began moaning softly, and breathing hard.  His hand rested on the back of
my head, massaging my scalp as I licked his balls and played with his head.
All of a sudden, he tensed, and a gush of cum came rushing into my mouth.
I swallowed, then crawled over him, and kissed him softly on the lips.  He
grabbed for my dick, and pumped until I joined him in ecstasy.  We
collapsed into our original position, and fell asleep in a nude embrace.

The next morning, we left early.  On the ride home, we talked briefly about
the night before.  We realized we both had feelings for each other, but
agreed that it was not the right time for us.  Jack was dating, I was
dating, and we needed time to sort out the rest of our lives before moving
into something bigger.  As sad as I was to have our love delayed further,
we had to both be at the point to change many parts of our lives, and we
were not there yet.

Another month passed.  Kara and I broke up, and Jack, Nick and I moved in
together again.  Jack and I had not spoken of that night since, to this
day, but whenever Nick was out of the house, Jack and I would cuddle on the
couch.  It wasn't a relationship, but that strong, loving friendship we had
enjoyed our last year in college.

Months went by, and rolled into years.  Jack, Nick, and I were having a
great time, working during the day and frequenting the bars at night.  One
night, however, life took a drastic change.  Nick and I were working for
the same company at this point, and attended the Christmas party together
in 2009.  After many beers and a visit to a club downtown, we retired to a
friend's apartment to get some sleep.  We fell asleep in the spare bed
together, and after dozing for a few minutes, I felt Nick get out of bed.
He stripped down to a pair of boxer briefs, and crawled back into bed.
After a few minutes, I felt him pull my hand, dragging it slowly to his
cock.  Keeping my eyes shut for the time being, he slowly pulled down his
underwear, and rested my hand on his dick.

My eyes shot open, and I stared in disbelief at him, the situation, and
what was one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen.  I grabbed it, and
began jacking him off.  He lay back in the bed, hands behind his head, and
I moved myself down, and began giving him a nice, slow blowjob.  I covered
every inch of those nine inches, trailing my tongue down his shaft, sucking
on his balls, and grabbing and fingering that beautiful ass that God gave
him.  After what felt like an hour, he whispered he was cumming, and I
pulled my head back, grabbing it with my hand and brining him to orgasm.
He cleaned off, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and fell asleep.

I lay awake for hours, trying to wrap my mind around what had just
happened.  I had never really thought of Nick in this regard.  I knew he
was hot, but I had only been able to really picture myself with Jack up to
that point.  Finally, I fell asleep.  The next day, we did not speak of the
previous nights events, but it began a series of similar occasions, with
Nick coming to my room or I to Nick's about once a month.  Jack, of course,
had no idea this was happening.

Towards the summer, Nick and I had decided to relocate with our jobs to the
West coast.  We had tried to convince Jack to join us, but Jack was still
dating the same girl as before, and wanted to see if anything would come of
it.  Things got tenser between Jack and me closer to the move.  He was
pulling away from us, pulling away from me.  A week before the move, we
threw a little party for some of our friends.  Jack got way to drunk, and
we made him go to sleep early.  I went into his room to check on him about
a half hour after he went to bed, and when I entered the room he whispered
to shut the door.  I went over to his bed, and he pulled off the blankets,
revealing his nude body.  He whispered "I was waiting for you," and pulled
me into an embrace.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.  Jack threw the covers over
himself, and Nick walked through the door.  Nick asked what was going on in
here, and I said I was just checking on Jack, and Jack was sleeping like a
drunken baby.  Nick laughed, and said we should get back to our guests.  I
left with a sigh.

Later that night, I went back to Jack's room.  I stripped, and got into bed
with him.  I nudged him awake, and without rolling over, he asked me to
leave.  I was in shock, thinking we were going to enjoy one of our last
nights together, but Jack said he wasn't in the mood, and that I should
just leave.  So I did.

That last week flew by, just as time always seems to when you are preparing
for a big event.  We started out on the road, switching off drivers as we
made our way across America.  When we arrived in our new city, we holed up
in a hotel while we searched for apartments.  Jack only had a few days in
town until he had to fly back, so we spent as much time as we could doing
fun activities to pass the time.  After we finally found an apartment and
moved in, Jack had only one last night.  He asked if he could spend it in
my room.

That night, we got ready for bed after visiting the bar for a few hours.  I
was sweating with anticipation of what the night would bring.  We crawled
into bed together, and Jack pulled me into a long embrace.  He said he
would miss me and love me everyday, and think of me often, and told me that
this was not the end of our time together, only a new chapter.  He kissed
me on the lips, and then went to sleep.

That was four months ago.  Nick and I have been living together since.  We
have kept up our nighttime visits each month, but neither of us has had the
guts yet to talk about it during the day light.  While I miss Jack
fiercely, Nick and I have taken on the life of two men in a relationship,
although neither of us will voice it.  I do believe that there is still
something left in the future for Jack and me, but until then I have a
quasi-relationship with my oldest friend.  There is love here, too,
although there is so much to be worked out between us.  I look forward to
what the future will bring for the three of us, and what new chapters will
be written about our long and troubled path to happiness.