Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 19:25:16 -0700
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 18 - Facing Reality

-Gaymale
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Reese and Me 18 - Facing Reality
April 7, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature.

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whole of this document is prohibited.  This story is completely fictional
and does not involve any real people.

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    Reese and Me 18 - Facing Reality

    Two long days had passed since I'd been stripped of my lover.  48 hours
of despair and inner torture beyond any imagination.  It had taken me two
hours after my little talk with Mrs. Pirelli, to call back there to ask her
for his sister's number in Fresno.  Not surprisingly, she was
uncooperative.  She went on to describe to me how Reese was not allowed to
call me either.  I almost killed her!  I almost got up and ran across the
street to choke her to death.  She'd taken everything from me!  Reese
Pirelli, my sweet man, was gone.  And for how long . . .  No one was
talking.

    I lay on the floor of the rec room, near the TV where I'd collapsed.  I
couldn't stop the tears; they just kept coming.

    Why can't he call me?! I wondered in my misery.  Even though he wasn't
allowed to, I thought for sure that he'd find a way to make it happen.
He'd do it for us.

    I wept for what seemed like an infinity, just laying there on the
floor.  Sometimes, I would convulse to remind myself that I was still
alive.  I'd thought it was something to face the prospect of losing my
parents, but this.  This was something else.  I couldn't remember ever
feeling so much pain.  I missed him so terribly.  And it wasn't just that
either.  It was the fact that I knew I wouldn't be seeing him for a long
time.  Or at least, most likely a long time.  I didn't know anything for
sure.

    "Reese!" I cried to myself in the silence of the dark room.  It
suddenly didn't seem too familiar.  The walls closed in on me, crushing my
spirit.  There was nothing that could even begin to lessen the burden on my
heart.  I needed my man near me, and yet he was so far away.

    I thought about calling the Pirelli house again, but then I stopped
myself.  I knew that she'd only think lower of me, and it wouldn't do any
good anyway.  She wouldn't divulge her son's whereabouts, not for anything.

    "That mother fucking cocksucking bitch!" I hissed, my staggering
sadness transforming into a blind rage.  I rose to my feet and impulsively
threw my fist into the soft leather couch.  I did this fifteen times,
continuing to swear through clentched teeth.  Soon though, the anger
subsided and I was overwhelmed by my original depression.  I shuddered and
fell face first into the couch before me.  I rested there, allowing the
tears to flow out of me.  I thought if there was a way to get over losing
Reese, this must be the way.  I'd cry and cry and cry until I was over
Reese Pirelli.

    Two weeks later . . .

    I was just walking in the door to my house when the phone rang.  I
quickly finished taking off my shoes and entered the large kitchen to
collect the cordless.  I reached the charge-kit, and retrieved the phone,
putting it slowly to my ear.  I'd glanced at the caller ID, and it reported
that the caller was "out of area."

    With curiousity, I hit talk, "Hello?"

    "Hey," an ever-so-familiar voice replied on the other end.  I almost
fainted on the spot - it was Reese.

    "Oh my god!" I screamed into the cordless.  My hands shaking, I secured
a grip on the nearby kitchen table in order to stay on my feet.  "Reese!
It's you!"

    "Yeah," Reese answered calmly.  He was silent afterward.  I assumed he
didn't know what to say next.

    "Where are you?!" I cried excitedly, so glad to hear from him.

    "I'm still in Fresno," he replied, "I just took a long time to call.
Sorry."

    "I don't care about that!" I told him, feeling a little more confindent
that I wasn't going to hit the floor.

    "Good, cuz I was afraid you'd be pissed."

    "How could I be pissed, Reese?" I asked, a smile plastered right across
my face.  "I miss you so much!"

    "Well, I don't know when they're gonna let me come home," he explained,
"My Mom's still really mad.  She said you've called there a couple times."

    I flushed with embarrassment, "Yeah, I did," I replied, "I needed to
hear from you.  I'm dying over here without you Reese."

    "Sorry," was all he could say.

    "It's not your fault," I told him immediately, "It's your Mom's."

    Reese was silent.  I wondered if it had been something I said.  I could
picture him all alone in Fresno, probably just as unhappy as I was.  But he
had it worse because he was the one being kept away.  He was the one who'd
been thrown out of the house.  I decided that I only had a small
understanding of what he was going through.

    "Still with me?" I asked tenderly.

    "Yeah," he answered.  Now he sounded sad.

    "Are you alright?"

    "No, Jake," he said, "I miss you a lot."

    "I miss you too, Reese.  And I love you."  Those words pierced my heart
like never before.  It was all so real to me again.  He was gone, so far
away, and I couldn't have him.

    "I love you too," Reese asserted, sniffling.  "I gotta go now, but I'll
try to call you again soon, k?"

    "Don't go yet!" I cried desperately.  "Please!"

    "I have to.  My Aunt's telling me that we have to go.  Jake, I'm not
even allowed to call you from home.  I'm calling from a pay phone.  And she
doesn't know that it's you," he explained hastily with a shaky voice.  "Now
I gotta go.  Love you."  Then, he hung up.

    "Reese!" I screamed into the receiver.  "Reese!"  It was so
devastating.  It was like I'd lost him all over again.  I didn't know if I
could take it.  I loved him so much, and I depended on that love.  I needed
to see him, to hold him.

    In utter despair, I dropped down into the living room couch.  I
recalled the time that Reese and I had made love there.  I began to cry
almost violently.  The memories hit me in powerful waves.  And it was
almost too much for me to handle.

    The night, for the most part, was spent sitting around the house,
thinking about Reese.  What was his new life like?  Did he miss me as much
as I knew I missed him?  He'd sounded calm at first on the phone.  I
wondered if our forced separation was affecting him as much as it was
affecting me.  In a strange way, I wanted it to.  I wanted him to suffer
for me as I suffered for him.  I wanted him to go through what I was being
forced to go through.  It was my way of knowing that I was just as special
to him as he was to me.  I wanted, needed him to love me.  If he didn't,
what else was there?

    I was just climbing into bed, having said good-night to my parents down
the hall, when suddenly, the phone rang.  Startled, I went for the phone
next to me on the bed-side table.  "Hello?"

    "Hey, Jake," Chase replied in a happy voice.

    "Hi Chase," I said, trying to be polite with him, but it was obvious by
my tone that I wasn't in the best mood.

    "What's wrong?" he asked immediately, concerned.

    "Nothing really, I guess.  It's just Reese," I explained.  Chase
already knew everything.  I'd told him.  He'd become my confidant in a
sense.  He always listened to me, and cared if something bad was happening
in my life.

    "You haven't heard from him yet?" he asked.  Chase had expressed to me
that he didn't believe Reese was as serious about our relationship as I
was, due to the fact that he hadn't called me at all since his forced
departure from Los Angeles.  Actually, Chase had been more than a little
angry with the fact that I hadn't heard from Reese yet.  I could tell that
he hated to see me go through that.

    "He called today after school," I told him calmly, my head sinking into
the pillows.

    "Really?" he inquired, sounding surprised.  "What took him so long?!"

    "He's not allowed to call me from where he's staying."

    "So he called from like a pay phone or something?"

    "Yeah," was my response.  I didn't feel like talking at that time, and
I think Chase knew it.  I'd just been crying for hours, and was fatigued.
It wasn't that I didn't appreciate Chase's efforts to help.

    "Okay, Jake," he let out after a long pause, "I'll catch ya' tomorrow
then, k?"

    "Alright," I replied, smiling a little.  Chase was always so up-beat.
I didn't know if I'd ever seen him upset.  "Good-night."

    "Good-night."

    I thought that this would be the end of the conversation, but then
Chase said something that I'll never forget.  "Love you, Jake."  That said,
Chase hung up on his end, leaving me in complete shock.  I'd known that he
had feelings for me, but nothing like that.  I really cared for him as
well, but love?  I didn't know what to think, so I just blocked it out.  I
was too tired to rack my brain on anything else but Reese.  I put the phone
down and went straight to sleep.

    Dressed in a yellow and white sweater, baggy khakis, and my white skate
shoes, I boarded the Jeep for school.  My hair done, and adorning shades
for the short drive to school, I had a look at myself in the rear-view
mirror.  Surprisingly, my mood that morning was fair.  I'd expected to be
just as miserable as the last couple of days, but I wasn't.  As I studied
myself in the mirror, I attempted to decided whether or not that was a good
thing.

    I pulled out into the road and began for school.  I knew I was already
late, so I was in no real hurry.

    I thought about Chase, and the conversation we'd had on the phone the
night before.  I didn't know how I'd react when I saw him again.  What
would he say?  Or more importantly, what would I say?  In a way, I was
uncomfortable with his feelings for me.  But it felt good to know that he
loved me, and was behind me a hundred percent.

    I soon arrived at school where I parked the Cherokee.  Making my way
into the rear entrance, I removed my shades, checking my pockets for the
cell phone.  My parents were outraged when they heard what had happened to
my last mobile phone, so they bought me a new one.  My Dad made sure to
give me a speech about taking care of it, though.

    "Hey Jakey-boy!" an all-too-familiar voice called behind me as I
approached my locker.

    I turned slowly, scanning the general area around me.  There was no one
around.  I was late, so everyone was already in their classes.  It was just
me and Alex, standing there in the deserted corridor.  I was surprised that
he didn't have any of his friends with him.

    "Sorry to hear about Reese, but I'm sure it was for the best!" he
cried, laughing loudly.

    My torso surged with hot anger, "Get the fuck outta here, Alex!" I told
him, trying to turn back to my locker.  I'd decided that I wasn't about to
let him waste my mood.

    "Oh, I'm sorry!" he screamed in a mocking tone, "Fucking flamer!"

    I sighed aloud, turning back to him.  He was right in front of me now,
less than two feet.  "Gimme a fucken break, Alex!  You're callin' me a
flamer?!"

    "Yeah, I am, bitch," he said, coming in even closer.

    Growing uncomfortable, I redened with obvious rage, "Get the fuck outta
my face!"

    "Whatcha gonna do 'bout it, Jakey-boy?!  Huh?!" he cried, spitting in
my face.

    That's when I couldn't take it anymore.  With all of my strength, I
grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him involuntarily into the
lockers behind him.  The look on his face was priceless.  I wasn't a big
guy, but I could still kick the fuck outta Alex, and he knew it.

    "Yeah!" I cried victoriously, "You like that fucking shit!  You like
that!  Not so fucken tough without all your buddies, huh?!"

    Breathlessly, Alex dropped down onto his knees after I let him go.  He
was now directly in front of me, his face roughly at crotch level.  As I
stood there, ready to absorb another attack, Alex reached out with his
right hand and felt me up.  Utturly shocked and enraged to the point of no
return, I drove me foot into his gut.  He doubled over, in obvious pain.

    I returned to my locker and collected my things.  And then I left a
defeated Alex laying there in the hallway, alone.  I smiled, soon arriving
at my first class.  It felt so good when I came out on top after a meeting
with that prick.  I was so used to being the victim where that situation
was concerned.  I hated him so much.  He was the number one source of all
my aggravation.

    My first class was bustling with activity.  I guessed immediately that
the teacher had handed out a new assignment, and that the class was now
working on it.  Well, I was right, and the teacher was soon handing me a
sheet of paper.  It was the outline for a new project due at the end of the
up-coming week.

    As I made my way toward the empty pairing of desks at the back of the
room, where Reese and I used to sit together, I couldn't get my mind off
Alex.  I'd been sure that he'd lost whatever feelings he had for me, but
then he decides that he's gonna try to feel me up.  He was a strange one
for sure.  And I wasn't sure how to take his advances.  Was he just trying
to violate me to feel superior in some way?

    I sat down and opened my books to get to work.  As I attempted to
concentrate on this new assignment, Brian Hendrick dropped down into the
empty seat next to me.  Surprised, I turned to him.  He was looking at me,
smiling.  Brian's got dyed blonde hair, which he gels, he's about my
height, and hot as hell.  He was into sports, mostly basketball.  But, the
point is that he's really good-looking.  I'd been drooling over him since
grade 9 when we frist met.  We'd talked a little in the past, but had never
been anything more than acquiantances.

    "Hey Jake," he greeted, still smiling.

    I couldn't believe my luck as I stared back at him.  "Hey Brian.
What's goin' on?"

    "Notten, just wondering if you wanted to be my partner on this project.
Since Reese is gone now," he replied happily.  I wondered if it was
possible that he was putting the moves on me.  Could he be interested in me
for some reason?  I'd seen him date several girls, mostly in grade 9
though.

    "Sure, I guess," was my plain answer.  I wanted to be nice to him, but
the truth was that Alex had ruined my over-all mood.  Sure, kicking him had
put a smile on my face, but in the long run, if something really good
didn't happen to me in the next few hours, I knew I'd be in a terrible mood
for the rest of the day.

    Brian grinned again, "Cool."  He soon turned to his work, and we
finished a lot of the project that period.  I actually enjoyed working with
him, and at the end, we exchanged phone numbers so we could finish the
assignment at my place that night.  I didn't know what I might be getting
myself into, but I kept an open mind.  The way I saw it, I'd just made a
new friend.  I doubted very much that he was gay and trying to charm me.
Besides, I didn't really have a lot of interest in that.  I was still
holding out for Reese.  And as far as I was concerned, I'd continue to wait
for him until the day I died.

    It was nearing six o'clock, and my parents had just left for a meeting.
I was upstairs in my room, waiting for Brian to arrive.  I'd freshened up a
little, having applied my third dosage of deodorant, and having sprayed my
chest with collogne.  I couldn't help it.  I was just so used to doing my
best to impress people, that I couldn't avoid doing it now for Brian.
Afterall, he was a hotty.

    I heard a car pull up a few minutes later.  He'd arrived right at the
time he'd said.  I love punctuality in a guy.  Probably because I hate
having to wait for someone.

    Brian was soon knocking on the door, so I made my way downstairs to
welcome him.  I reached out and pulled the heavy door open, revealing Brian
outside.

    "Hey," I said, gesturing for him to come in.

    "Hey Jake," he replied, moving past me for the foyer.  He immediately
began to take off his shoes.  I watched him.  "Smells good in here," he
suddenly remarked.  I couldn't get over how pleasant he was.  I'd always
thought he was more of the conceded type.

    "Thanks," I said, continuing to watch him as he stood up.  "We had
pizza for supper."

    "Yeah, I can tell."  Brian approached me, "So you wanna get started?"

    "Sure," I answered, moving toward the stairs for my room.  He followed,
and we soon arrived in my bedroom.

    "Nice room," he commented, having a look around.  While he was glancing
around at my stuff, I was looking at him.  I found that I couldn't seem to
keep my eyes off him.  He looked so good.  He had his hair all done up, and
was wearing a big fluffy-looking sweater with khakis.  His sweater looked
so comfortable.  It made me want to hug him.  I had a lot of lust for him,
I soon realized.  But, that was all.  I loved Reese.  And I wasn't going to
let this hot guy jeapardise my relationship.

    "Thanks," I finally said to him, having a seat on my bed.  To my
surprise, he soon joined me there, instead of grabbing a seat on the nearby
chair.

    He turned to me, grinning, "So, where's your things?"

    My heart was racing, and my palms sweaty, "Ummmm . . .  Over here."  I
got up and grabbed my books, returning to my seat afterward.  "Here."

    "Alright," Brian said, coming closer to me.  "I didn't bring my things,
so we'll have to work out of yours.  K?"

    I hadn't even noticed that he walked in without a school bag.  You
would think that if you're serious about getting some work done on a school
assignment, you at least bring your books with you.  Maybe Brian wasn't
here to work at all.

    "Yeah, alright, Brian."  I found that I was soon hypnotised by his
brown eyes.  Instead of looking down at my books, he continued to stare at
me.  And I stared right back at him until we both noticed how awkward the
moment had become.  I looked away first, turning to the window.  I shot up
from my seat to find that my cock had begun to rise in my pants.  I managed
to conceal the growing bulge and walked over to the window.  I heard Brian
coming up behind me.  At that point, I knew what this was all about.  My
suspicions had been confirmed.

    "What's wrong?" he asked tenderly, coming up right behind me.  "Did I
say something?"

    "No," I replied immediately, still facing out the window.

    "You're not interested then?  Cuz you looked interested just now,"
Brian said, putting his hands on my shoulders.  My skin sizzled with his
touch.  I loved it, but it still made me feel uncomfortable.

    "Brian," I began, turning to him.  I found that I was way too close to
him, within kissing range, but I stayed right where I was.  He was just way
too hot!  "How'd you know that I'm gay?"

    "I dunno . . .  I guess just by rumours.  I didn't know for sure."  His
breath was so fresh.  I could have kissed him right then.

    "Oh, ok," I said, easing into the situation with him.  I desperately
wanted him.  I was so horny, but Reese's picture kept popping up in my
head.  And then I thought of Chase.  He'd been trying to get me forever,
still without success.  And he told me that he loved me over the phone the
last time we talked.  Nevertheless though, super-hot Brian was right in
front of me and wanting to get it on.

    I leaned in and teased him for a kiss.  He closed his eyes and our lips
made contact.  My body surged with energy.  I put my hands on the sides of
his arms and drew him in closer.  He felt and smelled and tasted so good,
and I couldn't stop myself.  But, I kept thinking in the back of my mind,
How can this be happening?  After everything with Reese and Chase, this guy
that I barely know gets me in one night.  I tried to put it out of my mind
as I pushed Brian back toward the bed.  We continued to kiss, as I lowered
him onto the ruffled covers.  He sat in front of me now, as I stood at the
foot of the bed.  The look on his face was something I'd never seen before.
He was completely and totally living in this moment in time.

    Brian took off his sweater, looking back up to me.  I didn't know if he
knew what to do next, so I reached down and grabbed his hands.  I placed
them on the bulge in the front of my pants.  He smiled, lightly stroking
me.  I undid my pants for him, and my long and hard cock sprang out.
Breathing hard, Brian leaned in and began whacking me as I stood there.  I
let him until I had to get down on him.  Without warning, I pushed his
hands away and got down on top of him on the bed.  We kissed again as I
explored his half-naked body with my eager hands.

    I was soon making my way down his clean and defined chest.  I smelled
and kissed him all the way down to his crotch.  I could feel his heart
pounding and I could hear his heavy breathing as I slowly undid his khakis.
I could already tell by the bulge that he had a prize-piece waiting for me
in there.  I pealed away his silky boxers to real at least seven inches of
uncut cock.  The foreskin was well behind the knob, however.  I began to
stroke it, but soon had to take it into my mouth.  And I gave him one of
the best blow jobs I'd ever given.  I let it slide in and out of my mouth,
gripping the base tight.  I lubricated it with my saliva, sucking at a
faster pace.  I sensed that this was his first time, so I saved his load.
But, I kept him on the edge as the minutes passed and I continued my work
on his genitals.

    After I was done going down on him, I made my way back up his chest.
My hands were still grasping his throbbing dick as we enjoyed yet another
kiss.  That's when he took over, and I let him since I'd been leading the
entire time.  He got into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around me.
We sat together, kissing as our hands explored each other.  I rubbed his
firm and sweaty ass, dipping my fingers in his tight anus.  He moaned in my
face as we continued to kiss.  Then, he pushed me back and got down on my.
There was so much passion between us two strangers as we made love.  And he
was soon blowing me off.  I could tell that he was an amature, but it was
still good.  Reese kept creeping back into my mind as I lay there enjoying
it.  So, I didn't last too long on the receiving end.  I got up, pushing
his head away.  With passion and lust, I turned him around and thrust my
knob in his tight hole.  It was slow work at first, but as Brian moaned
exitedly, I managed to get half my cock into him.  And then I began to fuck
him, doggy-style.  We sweat and cried out together, panting like animals by
the time I came in him.

    Still like an animal, I turned him over, my cock wet with cum.  I went
down on him, wanting, needing for him to orgasm with me.  It didn't take a
lot of sucking for Brian Hendrick to shoot his hot boy-juice right down my
throat.  I made sure that there was no cum on his tool, then dropped onto
my back on the bed next to him.  I let out a long breath, tired from the
sex.  I looked over at Brian who was laying there with his eyes closed.
And then I thought of Reese again.  He was doing exactly what Reese did
after we made love to each other.  He was savouring the moment, living in
extasy.  All at once, I counted myself lucky for being able to have a hot
guy like Brian, and I regretted the sex with him as well.  I'd betrayed
Reese again.  Or was it really betrayal?  Was there even a relationship
anymore, now that he was gone?  I didn't know when he might be allowed to
come home.  How was I supposed to react to that?  I'm only human, I told
myself, laying there with hot-Brian.  I decided that it was all too much to
think about in that moment, so I turned on the bed and cuddled up to
Brian's hot naked body.  And we spent the rest of the evening there
together.  When it was time for him to go, I stood in the foyer watching
him walk to his car, the rain beating down on him, unsure of what I was
feeling.  I decided that I was going to call Chase and tell him everything.
I assumed that his reaction wouldn't be good, but I didn't care.  I needed
to concentrate on my own feelings.  I'd been stripped of my lover, and was
dealing with too many issues.  If Chase didn't understand that, then who
would?

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