Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 13:29:16 -0700
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 19 - Complex Triangle

-Gaymale
-Highschool
Reese and Me 19 - Complex Triangle
April 16, 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 19 - Complex Triangle

    Brian and I were cuddling together on the rec room couch when the house
erupted with the sounds of hard knockings at the door.  Intensely curious
as to who would be knocking at my door at this late hour, Brian and I
jumped out of the covers, made sure that we were both fully clothed, and
made our way upstairs to see.  It was eleven o'clock on the dot, and I'd
been just considering getting it on with Brian.  I didn't want any
interruptions, so I was not only curious, but overcome by frusteration.

    The knocking only got harder as we approached the door.  "Fuck," I
muttered under my breath, surprised that my parents hadn't been awakened by
this late-night intrusion.  Finally, I reached the door, pulling it open to
see that Chase was outside.  With him were two friends.  The looks on their
faces were something else.  They were all pretty shaken up by something,
and they had me panicked almost as soon as I laid eyes on them.

    "Jake!" cried Chase breathlessly, "We need a ride to the Youth Center!"
All three of them were out of breath, as though they'd been running.  Their
faces were flushed with colour.

    Just seeing Chase again provoked an emotional response within me, but
there also seemed to be an emergency.  Obviously, I was concerned, "What
the hell's going on Chase?!" I cried, moving closer to them.

    "We just heard," he began, still trying to catch his breath.  "Meghan's
gonna get jumped tonight by a bunch of Alex's friends!"

    "What?!" immediately escaped from my mouth.  "Why the fuck . . . "

    "From what Kyle told us, it's cuz she's been standing up to him a bunch
'a times," Chase explained, beginning to gesture to the Jeep behind him.
"So we wanna make sure that . . . "

    I cut him off, "Yeah, we're going!"  Instantly, I had my shoes and
wind-breaker on and was ready to go.  Thankfully, Brian wasn't far behind,
also willing to help out in the situation.  I still couldn't believe what
Chase had said.  I didn't doubt that Alex had the motive and the ability to
get Meghan beat down.  But, I knew that he would never be able to get a
bunch of guys to do it, it would have to be a group of girls.  I hadn't
seen a lot of girls hanging around with Alex, but I suspected that he knew
a few.  The sick thing was that Alex was slowly becoming more and more
popular in the school.  I wondered how he was doing it, but I had been
trying to stay out of his way.  The last thing I needed was to get
gang-beat again.  Especially since I'd just hooked up with Brian three
weeks earlier.

    "Thanks Jake," Chase uttured as we all climbed into the Jeep.  He was
grateful, trying to smile for me.

    "No problem, buddy.  If Meg's gonna get jumped, I'm involved in this as
much as you are."  I turned the key in the ignition and put it into gear.
I don't think I ever backed out into the street as fast as I did then.  I
immediately slammed it into drive and sped up the road for the dance.  I
was red with anger at that point.  If they touched her, I would kill Alex.
He was doing this because Meghan had been going out of her way to stand up
for me to him.  When she did this in public, she made Alex look like a
fool.  So naturally, he would seek revenge.  And, more and more, the
logical course of action for a person like Alex to get back at a girl, is
to get a bunch of his girlfriends to jump her.  It was happening to a lot
of chicks I knew.  But I wasn't about to let it happen to Meghan.

    We arrived in front of the Youth Center, where I didn't even bother to
park in the lot.  I ended up double parking right in front of the entrance.
Breathing hard, my heart beating a hundred miles per hour, we all promptly
exited the Jeep and ran up to the doors.  Without paying, our little posse
entered the dance where we all spotted the circle of people in the middle
of the dance floor.  Security guys were linguering around the perimeter,
but for some reason weren't venturing farther.  I knew this was it.  I gave
Brian a side-glance to let him know I was going in with Chase who was
already ahead of me.  In the past weeks I'd let Brian in on every important
event from the past year with Reese.  He knew about the beatings, the
fights, the conflicts, and most every aspect of my life.  And in that
moment, I'm sure he knew that I was serious about taking Alex out.  If I
saw him in there, cheering on his little gang of chicks, I would beat the
piss out of him.  In the back of my mind, I knew Brian was right behind me,
too.

    With the music blasting in our ears, Chase and I entered the circle to
be horrified by what we saw.  Kevin lay struggling on the floor, with two
guys on top of him, kicking and punching him.  Meghan, screaming over and
over again, was getting her hair torn out by another girl.  As we stood
there, observing the situation for a second, Chase and I exchanged glances.
I hadn't seen Alex yet, so I decided to jump on the guys beating Kevin.

    With all my force, I knocked over thug number one, immediately taking a
hit in the ribs by thug number three who I hadn't noticed behind me.  I
yelped, spinning around just as Chase was coming in on thug number two, who
was still busy with Kevin.  I threw a punch my attacker's way, which
missed.  I took another hit right afterward.  This fist, which belonged to
thug number one, impacted in my lower back.  A shockwave of pain rocketed
up my spine, as I wondered which to try to hit.  Then, I saw Brian come in,
my man.  He grabbed the guy behind me and thrust his fists into his face.
I managed a slight smile, turning on the guy in front of me.  He threw a
punch, coming in real close.  Instinctively, I blocked it, driving my fist
into his gut.  He doubled over; I'd hit him really hard.  I immediately
jumped up and tossed a knee into his mouth.  Blood already spraying out of
his split lower lip, the guy fell back onto his ass on the dance floor.  I
heard cheers from all around me as I turned to the guy fighting with Brian.
My man was just taking one in the cheek as I came forward and put a
chokehold on his attacker.  The guy yelped in surprise as I dragged him
backward, away from Brian.  "Son of a bitch!" I cried, increasing the
amount of pressure I was applying to his neck.  He struggled, but I
maintained my hold until I recieved a hit in the back again.  I whipped
around to find that Alex was the culprit.  My body surged with intense
rage, the hair on my arms standing up with anticipation to hit him back.  I
went forward, my hands out, ready to grab him and lace it to him, when an
arm closed around my neck.  The guy I'd had in a chokehold, now had me in
one!  I gasped for air as he tightened his grip.  Then, Alex started to hit
me.  Punch after punch in the stomach.  I screamed out loud in rage, not
pain.  I was too mad to feel the pain.

    My salvation came as Brian and Chase, and his friends, who'd been busy
with the chick-fight, jumped on us.  We all fell to the floor, a tangle of
struggling legs and swinging fists.  And then, finally, as we atempted to
continue the fight from the floor, the security guards broke us up.

    A week later . . .

    It was after school on Friday afternoon.  Brian and I were just on our
way out the back entrance for the rear parking lot when I heard Chase
shouting something behind me.  I thought about just walking away, making it
seem as though we hadn't heard him, but I couldn't.  Over the past week,
he'd been interfering over and over again in my relationship with Brian.
And everytime we spoke, he seemed to find a way to bring up Reese.  At that
point it had been over a month since he'd called me, and I didn't even want
to think about him anymore.  It caused me too much heart-ache.  Besides
that, I had other things to worry about, without Reese Pirelli on my brain
24 hours a day.

    "Jake!" cried Chase, jogging up behind us, "Wait up!"

    Grudgingly, I turned around to face him.  He lumbered forward, finally
catching up.  "Hey," I greeted, trying to seem happy to see him.  I did
care about him very deeply, but he was complicating things between Brian
and I.  And I didn't need that. I just wanted things to work out between
us.  I'd had enough heart-break.

    "What's going on tonight with you guys?" Chase asked politely, smiling
as he adjusted the straps of his back-pack.

    "I dunno," I replied, managing a smile, "Probably not much."  I looked
at Brian who immediately nodded back at me.  I knew he wanted a quiet
evening alone at my place.  My parents were out of town for a few days.

    "There's a party at Wilson's tonight," suggested Chase, "You should
come."

    I looked back over at Brian.  He still seemed as though an evening
alone was in order.  "I dunno," I told Chase, "Maybe we'll show up."

    Chase looked disappointed.  I think he knew that I didn't want him
around as much as he was.  He looked past me at the parking lot.  "You got
the Miata?" he asked.

    "Yeah," I replied, "Both my parents are out of town."

    "Oh cool," Chase said, beginning to turn away.  "Anyways, you guys show
up tonight, aight?!"

    "Yeah, we'll try," I called after him as he walked away.  He was
looking pretty good lately.  He'd done something new with his hair.  It was
super-short and styled awesome.

    "He seems alright today," Brian remarked, glancing at me as we
approached the edge of the parking lot.

    "Yeah," I agreed, smiling at my man, "He didn't mention Reese even
once!" I cried sarcastically, pulling my keys out to open the Miata.

    "The night is young," Brian reminded me as I unlocked my Dad's car and
dropped down into the sports seats.

    "You thinking we should go to this party?" I asked, turning the key in
the ignition.

    "Not unless we both agree that we've had enough sex before ten."
Brian, my little horn-dog, grinned huge, securing his seat-belt.  We'd
gotten extremely close over the past weeks.  I was pretty sure that I loved
him by the second week, but I still wasn't entirely sure.  I'd always
believed that you could only truly love one person.  And for me, that
person was Reese.  But then, Chase comes into my life, and Brian.  I didn't
know what to think.  But, all I was concerned with at that point was my
happiness.  And I was happy, so things were going good.  I missed Reese,
but at the same time, I had Brian around.  He wasn't a substitute for
Reese.  He was completely different, but he kept my mind off Reese, who'd
pretty much abandoned me.

    "I'm sure we could go all night," I said to Brian, pulling out of the
parking lot.  Revving the powerful engine, I released the clutch and hit
the gas hard.  The Miata jumped, pulling ahead with brute force.  The tires
screamed as I layed a patch right in front of the school.  I turned heads
all over the place, but I smiled and shifted into second, accelerating down
the road just as aggressively as usual.

    "You're a fuckin' nut!" cried Brian, pinned to the back of his seat.  I
shot a glance his way and held the clutch down in preparation for the stop
sign which was directly ahead.  I pretended as though I hadn't noticed that
the stop was there.  And I only began to stop a second before we would have
run the intersection.  Brian was practically loading his pants as I
screamed the tires once again.

    I laughed, "Admit it, you're having fun!"

    "Sure I'm having fun.  But you won't be laughing when we hit an old
lady or something!"

    The voice of reason.  Better listen.

    I slowed the vehicle as we turned onto my street.  I kept looking back
at Brian.  He was so cute.  I adored him.  Initially, I'd thought that our
relationship would be based on just sex.  We would sleep together whenever
either of us felt like it, and there would be no more emotional attachment
then that, but it didn't turn out that way.  I soon developed feelings for
Brian Hendrick.  It wasn't hard; he had many endearing qualities.  He was
caring, considerate, up-beat (most of the time,) and intelligent.  He
always asked me what I wanted to do.  He never had to have things his way.
His way, was my way.  And I loved that.  He was constantly trying to please
me.  It was almost too good to be true.

    We soon arrived at my house.  Exiting the Miata, I grabbed my cell
phone and shoved it into my pocket.  I yet again flashed Brian a big smile,
and we headed up the driveway for the front entrance.  I quickly unlocked
the door and we stepped into the foyer.  Having slipped off my shoes, I
immediately turned for the basement stairs.  Brian wasn't far behind.  He
knew exactly what I had in mind for us.

    "Just gotta hit the bathroom for a second, k?" I called to him as he
entered the rec room.

    "K!" he cried, grabbing a seat on the couch.

    I sighed a little, making my way into the bathroom.  Closing the door
behind me, I turned for the sink across the room.  I proceeded to pour some
cold water and splash it across my face.  I looked up into the mirror,
taking in a deep breath.  I didn't even realize how complicated my life had
gotten.  I thought about Reese again.  What if he were to come home,
expecting to have a boyfriend here waiting for him, and he found me with
Brian?  "No," I muttured to myself a loud.  If he still wanted me, he would
have called again.

    But what about Chase.  He loved me, and he was watching me go from one
guy to another, completely by-passing him.  All of a sudden, I felt
terrible.  But then, it dawned upon me that a super-hot guy was waiting for
me out in the rec room, and I shouldn't be worrying about anybody else.
The entire situation was out-of-whack, but that was the way the cards were
dealt and there was nothing that could change that.  I still felt bad, but
I decided to go back to concentrating on being happy with Brian.

    I exited the bathroom and made my way into the dark rec room.  Brian
was no longer on the couch.  In fact, I couldn't locate him anywhere in the
room.  A little surprised, I began to turn around to hit the light switch
when I felt arms close around my body from behind.  It was obviously Brian.
I settled into his hold, loosening all my muscles.  I took his hands in
mine, rubbing up and down his bare arms.  He leaned in and rested his head
on my shoulder.  Then he began to gently kiss the back and side of my neck.
I let out another sigh, really liking this.  Brian kept up with the
kissing, but was soon leading me toward the couch.  I let my hands explore
his back to discover that he was naked.  I was surprised, so I let my hands
fall a little lower.  I felt my hands travel across Brian's bare ass.  I
smiled, "You're already ass-naked."

    "Yep," was his plain response.  We were soon dropping down into the
soft couch.  I turned around so that we were facing each other.  And then I
examined him.  He was almost fully erect, and he was smiling at me.  I
leaned in and we shared a powerful kiss.  He soothed my every pain, and
took my mind off everything else but him.  I went lower and bit on his
neck.  He yelped a little, but let me continue down his chest for his cock.
I pushed him down onto his back so that we were in a little more
comfortable position.  Before I went down on him though, I took off all my
clothes in front of him.  He giggled a bit and I started blowing him off.
By the time I got down on his big sexy dick, he was fully erect.  I sucked
it with a passion, continuously using my tongue to massage his plump knob.
He ran his fingers through my hair as I increased speed.  I had him moaning
and gripping the sides of my face as he shot his hot load down my throat.
I loved every drop.

    He wasn't done yet.  He quickly shot up from his laying position, and
grabbed me, taking me into a passionate embrace.  We kissed for ten
minutes, rubbing all over each other's bodies.  And before I knew it, I was
pounding his tight hole.  Gripping his sweaty chest from behind, I thrusted
upward, driving my cock deep inside him.  He cried out with each heave, but
I kept it coming until I'd fired two massive loads into him.

    We collapsed together on the couch, having cleaned up our little mess.
Still completely naked, we cuddled and held each other for a while.  And
for much of that time together, Brian was silent.  It was nearing five
o'clock when he finally opened his mouth.

    "Do you still miss Reese?" he asked all of a sudden.

    We'd discussed all this before, but his question still caught me off
guard.  Uncomfortable with the subject, I shifted positions with him on the
couch, "Yeah, you know I do."

    "But you're happy with me?" he asked, so concerned that I might not be.

    The truth was that my heart was still in pieces due to Reese's
departure, but I knew I was starting to really love Brian.  "Yes," I told
him with conviction, looking him square in the eyes.  "I couldn't be
happier."

    Brian gave me a peck on the lips and smiled, "Jake," he began, "Can I
tell you something?"

    "You can tell me anything, my man."

    Brian paused for a moment to collect himself, and then continued,
"Ummm, I think I'm in love with you."  As soon as he was done saying what
needed to be said, he retreated from the conversation, grinning shyly and
turning three shades of red.

    I thought about how perfect all this had become, and smiled back at
him, "I love you too, Brian."

    We kissed passionately.  It felt so right.  I was without Reese, but I
could still manage to be happy.

    After our kiss, my man drew back a couple inches.  I could tell that he
wanted to ask me another difficult question.  "You still in love with
Reese?"

    I didn't know how to answer that without getting him upset.  I wanted
him to know that I was satisfied being with him, and I thought if he knew
that I was still hung up on Reese, then he might find that hard to believe.
However, I wasn't about to start lying to him about my feelings.

    Tenderly, and with emotion, I toughed the side of his face, "I do still
love Reese.  But you make me happier than I've been for a long time, and
I'm with you now and nothing's gonna change that."

    Brian was so touched by my words that he was at a loss for words.  So,
instead of answering me verbally, we frenched again.  And it was awesome.
This time, it lasted forever.  We began to make out, and Brian had soon
gotten on top of me.  He licked my body everywhere, soon jacking my
rock-hard cock.  I layed back and just enjoyed it, rubbing his hot back as
he kissed at my neck.  I felt so comfortable with him now.  It was just
like it had been with Reese.

    Brian continued to beat my dick until I'd blown yet another load of
steaming jism.  He cleaned it up and soon afterward, we noticed the time.
It was now around six o'clock, and we hadn't eaten dinner yet.

    I turned to Brian who was in the middle of getting dressed.  "You wanna
go out for a bite to eat, or you wanna just grab something quick here?"

    "Can you cook?" Brian inquired immediately.

    "Kinda," I replied, "But I usually go out when my parents aren't
around."

    "You should cook me a meal or something," he suggested, smiling as he
pulled his shirt back over his head.

    "Why is that?"

    "Cuz everyone knows that the key to someone's heart is through their
stomach," Brian answered smartly.

    "But I already have your heart."

    "I dunno . . . " Brian teased, "You haven't cooked for me yet."

    I laughed a little.  "Okay," I agreed, "I will cook you a meal, but
only if you do the sam for me tomorrow night.  K?"

    "You got it," Brian complied, gesturing for us to head upstairs for the
kitchen.

    We'd soon made our way upstairs and into the big kitchen.  I stopped in
front of the island, pondering what to make.  I glanced back at Brian who'd
already taken a seat at the table.  I knew that he wasn't going to be much
help.  I looked around me at all the cupboards and counters, when it
occured to me what I should make.  Pizza!  I immediately went for the
freezer and grabbed some prepared doe.  Once that was laid out, I spread
the toppings across it.  Then, I tossed it in the oven, and before I knew
it, it was done.

    I pulled it out of the oven and cut it into slices.  I placed two
slices on plates and turned back for the table.  Passing Brian his plate, I
had a seat in front of him.

    "Well," I began, "What do you think?"

    "Not bad," replied Brian, munching on his slice.

    "Just not bad, huh?  Can't wait to taste what you make me tomorrow
night."

    "You're gonna be surprised," insisted Brian, "I'm a master chef!"

    "Oh, I believe it!" I cried sarcastically.

    "Wait 'till you taste my chicken cordon blue!" he laughed with a
mouthful of pizza.

    I laughed too, and we were soon done eating.  We both cleaned up and
were back downstairs in the rec room in less than ten minutes.  We were
cruising the movie channels when the phone rang.  For some reason, I knew
who it was before I even saw the caller ID, which reported that the caller
was "out of area."  My heart seized in my chest as I held the ringing
cordless phone in my trembling hands.  I didn't know if I was going to be
able to answer it.  What if it was Reese?  What would I tell him?

    With a small burst of courage, I hit talk.  "Hello?"

    "Hey Jake."  It was Reese.

    After so many weeks, he finally calls.  What was I going to do?  I had
no idea what I should say to him.  "Reese," escaped from my mouth.

    "Yeah, what's going on?" he asked, sounding so collected.

    "Why haven't you called me?" I asked suddenly.

    "I dunno . . .  I just . . .  I just met new people, and my Mom was
still giving me shit for stuff."  They didn't sound like good excuses.  In
fact, they didn't have anything to do with not calling me.

    "I've been waiting all this time for you to call," I told him in a
shaky voice.

    "I'm sorry," was all he could say.

    "Sorry's not good enough."  Brian knew who it was.  He looked
concerned, laying his head on my shoulder and tenderly rubbing my arm.  We
was going to be there for me.  No matter what.

    "Well what else do you want me to say?!" Reese demanded rudely.  I
couldn't believe that we were once so in love.

    "You could say that you miss me as much as I miss you!" I cried, hurt
by his distance.

    "Jake, it's not my fault that I got sent here!" he cried back, not
seeming to care that I was sadenned by his attitude.  "Besides my eyes are
open now."

    "What?!" I demanded, getting angered as well as hurt.  "What the fuck
are you talking about?!"

    "I'm seeing things a lot clearer now," Reese explained, "I know that
you and me seperating was for the best."

    I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  "Reese?!" I croaked, almost
falling off the couch.

    "We weren't right for each other.  And I've met some other people up
here.  Anyways, I just wanted to clear all this up, cuz we obviously aren't
together anymore."

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