Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 20:11:43 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 8 - Cool it

Reese and Me 8 - Cool it
January 19, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

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

Note - This story is the property of the writer.  Any copying in part of in
whole of this document is prohibited.  This story is completely fictional
and does not involve any real people.

This story is part of the Reese and Me series.

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    Reese and Me 8 - Cool it

    We stood in the shower together.  I stood facing his back, giving his
hair a good scrubbing.  I began to move my hands down along Reese's smooth
body with the shampoo lather.  He figited.  I knew that he had to go soon
and that there wouldn't be any time for more sex or even just a little
fooling around.  God knew that there had been enough heavy breathing the
night before and that very morning.  But, I just couldn't get enough of
him.  He was so hot, I thought I could keep up with our busy sex life
together for the rest of my life.  Recently, since we'd got back together,
we'd been making love a lot more.  Twice a day on weekends, and at least
once on weekdays.  Sometimes we'd find time for a quicky at lunch, but that
was only on days that we were so horned up that we couldn't control
ourselves.  Right now was one of those times, when I just couldn't hold
back.

    My hands found themselves down on his soft dick.  I began rubbing it
with my soapy hands.  As the hot water continued to beat down on us, I came
in closer, using both hands to get him hard.  Even though he'd blown his
load once that morning already, it didn't take long for his cock to rise to
its full potential.  I was soon jerking him off in the hot steamy
atmosphere of my shower.  He settled back into me, letting out a little
sigh.  Even though he knew that I knew he needed to leave soon, he also
knew that I wasn't about to let that happen before I got a little more
action.  I discovered that he still had some sexual energy left in him,
because he was soon feeling my hard cock from behind his back.  He let out
another slight moan as I beat his dick harder, and faster.  The soap
allowed for a quicker motion, and I could tell that Reese was enjoying it.
Suddenly, he spun around to face me.  Surprised I took a step back, meaning
to ask what the hell he was doing.  He stopped me though, getting down on
his knees in front of me.  He slipped my hard cock into his mouth and
started to suck me off.  It was the fourth time in the last twenty four
hours.  God, life is good!

    Reese and I finished our business and climbed out of the shower.  We
stood drying ourselves off, while still trying to catch our breaths.  He'd
just finished drilling my ass.  We'd ended up having all-out sex, right
there on the floor of the shower.  It made me think of the Sylvester
Stallone film, "The Specialist."  It was awesome, one of our best times.
By the time we'd finished and turned off the water, the entire room was
filled with steam.  This also, was like a scene out of a movie.  And I
found myself staring at my man as he dried his soft, smooth body.  I was so
lucky to have him back.  More lucky than I could realize.

    Reese eventually got all his clothes on and had gathered up his stuff
to leave.  We stood kissing in the foyer for five minutes before I let him
go out the door.

    "Call me tonight," I said, closing the door behind him.

    "Yeah," he replied, on his way down the landing.

    I sucked in a deep breath, taking a moment to regain my composure.  I
felt so good.  I was filled with this intense feeling that everything would
be fine and things would all work out as they should.  And I felt that so
far, they had.  I'd gotten Reese back.  I wasn't quite sure that I deserved
to have him back, but I had him regardless.  And I wasn't complaining
either.

    Making my way back upstairs, I entered my bedroom to dress.  I slipped
on a light T-shirt and baggy khakis.  I did my hair and was on my way
downstairs for the foyer again.  I put on my shoes and grabbed the keys for
the Cherokee.  I headed down the road for the freeway, deciding to go to
the mall to see who was there.  It was Saturday afternoon so I figured
there'd be a flutter of activity.  I could possibly meet a few friends and
just spend the day walking around, socializing, and browsing the stores.  I
decided to go for a little rip first, though.  The light turned green at
the intersection I was at.  Revving the engine, I slipped it back into
drive and took off a little faster than I should have.  I smiled, putting a
rap mix CD into the player.  Jacking up the sound, I enjoyed my little ride
through my section of the city.  I didn't stray too far fearing I might get
lost.  Los Angeles is a big place, and I'd frequently lost myself upon
venturing too far from home.  I moved in my seat to the music as I entered
the freeway on-ramp.  It felt so good to be happy again.  I'd been so used
to feeling miserable all the time that this was a good change to say the
least.  It was good to be in almost tip-top shape again.  My face was fully
healed after a couple of weeks, but my ribs would take a little longer.
They were still sore, but it was better than before.  I definitely wasn't
walking with crutches anymore, so that was also a good thing.

    I turned the stereo up a little more.  By the time I exited the
freeway, I swear you could hear me coming around the corner!  I got to the
mall parking lot soon afterward.  I left the Jeep there, switching on the
alarm to head for the nearest entrance.  As you would suspect, the parking
lot was packed, so I ended up having to park way at the back, leaving me
with quite a walk to the mall.  But today, I didn't mind.  I was so happy
that nothing seemed to matter anymore.  I thought I could have been struck
down right there, and I wouldn't care.  This was probably not true, but I
was just so in love with life at that moment that I was blind to the actual
realities of it.

    Upon entering the mall, I began toward the huge food court near the
cluster of department stores.  I suspected that quite a few of my friends
would be there.  And what do know, there was Meghan, Johnny, and Kevin.
I'd known Meghan since elementary school, and Johnny and Kevin were in my
gym class.

    "Hey guys," I exclaimed, approaching their table.

    "Jake," said Johnny, "What's goin' on?!"

    "Not much," I replied smiling, "What you guys up to?"

    "Nothing really," chimed in Meghan, "Just the usual."

    I liked Meghan 'cause she was like the only chick I knew that didn't
annoy me in some way.  She was cool, kind of like one of the guys.  But,
her looks constantly reminded the lot of us that she definitely wasn't just
one of the guys.  The oposite sex was all over her most of the time.  But,
she was like me, she just shrugged it off for the most part.  At the
moment, she was going out with Kevin.

    "Yeah, me too," I said, "I was bored so I just decided to go for a
little rip.  Ended up here."

    "You gonna sit down?" Meghan asked, smiling.

    "Yeah," I said, taking a seat next to Johnny at the table.

    Kevin leaned in and kissed Meghan's neck.  She laughed.  "So what are
planning on doing tonight, Jake?"

    "Ah, I dunno."

    "You coming to Hunter's party?" she asked, pushing Kevin away.

    "Where is it?  His house?" I inquired, getting interested.  A party was
just what I needed.  I hadn't had a drink in weeks.

    "Yeah, his parents are out 'a town," she explained.  "It's gonna be
pretty awesome."

    Johnny turned to me, "Yeah, everybody's gonna be there."

    "Alright," I exclaimed, "I'll be there too then."

    "Cool," Meghan said, "Because I think Diane's going."

    Damn! I thought.  "Oh boy!" I cried sarcastically.

    "What?" Meghan asked, "You don't like her?  She's like in love with
you!"

    "Yeah, I know."

    "So just fuck her, Jake," Johnny said, "She's hot enough for your high
standards isn't she?"

    If you only knew, Johnny, I thought.

    "Yeah she's hot and all that, but . . . "  I didn't know what to say to
explain myself.  I sensed that I couldn't keep my friends thinking that I
was straight very much longer.  I'd turned down way too much ass.

    "But what, Jake?" Kevin demanded, "Just fuck her.  I'm sure she won't
have a problem with it."

    "If I fuck her, she'll think I wanna go out with her.  And believe me,
I don't.  She's too fucken stupid!" I complained, sitting back in my seat.

    "Oh gimme a break!" cried Kevin.  "Just slip her the old six incher!"
Kevin knew my size from gym class.  I didn't really feel comfortable with
him announcing it in front of Meghan though.

    "Whatever," I began, cracking a fake smile, "I'll go and see what
happens tonight."

    After spending the better part of the afternoon walking from one end of
the mall to the other, and back again, we decided to make our way to my
Jeep.  I offered to take them all for a little drive before dropping them
all off at their respective houses.  With the music still jacked up, we
took off up the road.  Meghan had decided to sit up front with me.  She was
being unusually quiet.  I also noticed several times that she was watching
me as I drove.  When I turned to look at her, she just turned away,
pretending to have been watching something out the window.  I shrugged it
off, deciding not to let anything bother me today.  Nothing was going to
waste my mood.

    As it so happened, I was already in Johnny's neighborhood when it came
time to drop everybody off.  After he'd climbed out, I turned to Kevin in
the back seat to ask him where he lived.  He said Chestnut Street, which
was three streets down.  I sighed under my breath.  I'd been hoping to let
Meghan off first.  She was still constantly watching me from the passenger
seat, and it was making me nervous.  Why was she staring at me like that?
Had she suddenly decided that she likes me too?  That's the last thing I
need! I thought to myself, sitting back into my seat as I turned onto
Chestnut Street.

    Kevin leaned over and smooched Meghan before getting out of the Jeep.
As he began making his way up the driveway to his house, I pulled back off
into the street.  That's when Meghan said something I'll never forget.

    "Jake, are you gay?"

    My face froze immediately.  I think she knew the answer to her question
just by the expression I made.  "What the fuck?!" I gasped, my voice
cracking uncontrollably.

    "You are aren't you?" Meghan said, smiling at me.  I couldn't
understand why she would be grinning.  Did she get some kind of
satisfaction from this?

    "No!" I cried immediately, attempting to regain my composure.  "What
the fuck would give you that impression?!"  I was trying to sound angry
with her, but my voice revealed more concern and worry than anything.

    "Jake, you couldn't make it any more obvious!" she cried, "You're
easily one of the top five hottest guys in our school, and yet you haven't
gone out with anyone for as long as I can remember!"

    I didn't know what to do.  Like my face, my mind froze too.
Instinctively, I slammed on the brakes.  The Jeep skidded to an abbrupt
stop.  "Get the fuck out!" I screamed, not even turning to look at her.

    Meghan's smile disappeared.  I could tell even without looking at her.
"Jake,"

    "Shut up and get the fuck out!" I cried, completely enraged.  "Just get
out!"

    Meghan, after studying the expression of utter rage on my face,
realized that I definitely wasn't joking with her.  Without another word,
she opened the door and climbed out onto the deserted residential street.

    "Have fun walking home, bitch!" I screamed, flooring the gas pedal
before she could even close the car door behind her.  I couldn't control
myself, and I was so mad that I didn't know what I was doing.  I turned the
music up to the max and drove home.  It was the fastest I'd ever driven.
There goes my mood! I thought, kicking the side of the Jeep.  As I made my
way up the driveway for my front door, I was praying that there was no one
home.  And, as usual, there wasn't.  Immediately upon entering the foyer, I
kicked off my shoes and ran down the stairs for the basement.  I'd decided
that I had to tell Reese.  I'd made the mistake of leaving him out of
things like that before, and I wasn't about to do it again.  I picked up
the cordless phone and dialed Reese.  After only one ring, he answered.

    "Hello?" he said.  His voice was so sweet.  Just hearing it made me
feel a little better already.

    "Hey," I replied, trying to sound completely calm.

    "Oh, hey Jake," Reese began, "I've been trying to call for a while.
You hear 'bout that party tonight?"

    "Yeah, actually I have," I answered, "But before we go, um . . .  Can
you come over for a bit?"

    "Yeah, just gimme a couple minutes to finish getting ready."

    "K," I replied, "See ya in a few."  I hung up the phone.  Suddenly, a
surge of anger pulsed through my body.  I had to break something.  The fake
plants on the coffee table were a prime target.  I ran over to them and
gave them a good kick.  The decorations went flying across the room and
slammed into the wall next to the TV stand.  "Fuck!!" I cried out in rage.
It was all I needed to have a group of my friends knowing my little secret.
I admitted to myself that I hadn't handled the situation very well.
Screaming at Meghan, calling her a bitch, and making her walk home was
probably not the best thing I could have done.  I knew that as soon as she
got home, she'd called Kevin to tell him all about it.  And even though I
felt pretty confident that I could take care of Kevin easily enough, I knew
that if it was him and Johnny, I'd be screwed.  And Kevin never went
anywhere without Johnny.  It suddenly dawned on me that this knowledge of
my sexuality wouldn't be confined to just these two guys and a single girl.
No, Kevin would make sure that entire school knew about it.  Then it would
be my word against his and Meghan's.  And I wasn't sure that I really
wanted to play that game.

    I ran upstairs to my room to throw a sweater on.  It was red with a big
thick black stripe.  I sighed, checking my hair and spraying on some more
collogne.  Soon afterward, I heard the front door open and close.  "Hello?"
cried Reese, taking off his shoes.

    "Hey!" I exclaimed, happy that he'd arrived.  "I'm upstairs!"

    Reese came up the stairs smiling.  "What's happening?"

    "Nothing, just finished getting ready," I said, considering for a
moment how I should continue.  "Reese, there's actually something I have to
tell you."

    Reese's smile disappeared immediately.  "The last time you had
something to tell me, we ended up having a royal rumble in the foyer
downstairs."

    "It's nothing like that," I explained, cracking a slight smile, "It's
just somthing that happened today that really bothered me."

    "What?" he asked curiously.

    "Well," I began, taking in a deep breath, "I went to the Kenview Mall
today and met with Meghan, Johnny, and Kevin.  We walked around for a bit
and then when I was driving them all home, Meghan suddenly accused me of
being gay.  It was basically because I've been turning down that chick
Diane all the time.  She figures that I'm gay and she starts throwing out
these accusations.  So, I kicked her out of the Jeep.  I was telling her
the best I could that I wasn't gay, but I don't think she believed me."

    Reese took it all in, leaning against the door frame.  "Well," he
started, "I think we should probably just wait to see what happens."

    "You think we should go to that party?  All three of them will be
there."

    "It's up to you, I mean it's your rep at stake not really mine this
time."  Reese couldn't have put it better.  It was my reputation at stake,
and it was my decision.  The cool thing was that I knew Reese would be
right beside me a hundred percent.  I took a lot of comfort from that.

    "K, let's go then," I decided, "We'll see what happens.  And if
something bad does happen, I'll handle it."

    "We'll handle it," Reese said, gesturing for us to head back
downstairs.  I smiled and leaned in to give him a kiss.  Afterwhich, we
quickly made our way outside to the Jeep and got in.  And off we were for
the party.

    We arrived in front of Hunter Pierce's house about ten minutes later.
Reese and I had spent the ride discussing how we would handle specific
problems that we might run into at the party.  To protect our images, we'd
simply deny any accusations of being anything but completely straight.  To
keep our asses from getting kicked, we'd dodge a fight at any cost.  We'd
decided that it would be better, considering my still tender ribs, to just
run away from any heavy confrontations.

    After getting out of the Jeep and heading up the short path to the
house, I knocked on the door.  The music was blasting, so after I'd knocked
for the third time and there was still no answer, we let oursleves in.  The
house was packed with people, all clustered in groups spread out across the
rooms of the first floor.  Reese and I knew what the upstairs rooms were
for.  We could also see several couples in the middle of making out, on
their way up the stairs.  After a couple of minutes of mingling, I spotted
Hunter.

    "Hey!" Hunter cried when he saw me.  I was so afraid that he knew about
what had happened.  My heart jumped right up into my throat.  "What's goin'
on?!"

    "Nothin' much.  Thought we'd come check it out," I explained, having to
yell to communicate.  I was relieved; he obviously didn't know.

    "Cool," was Hunter's response.  He was holding a beer, and I doubted
that it had been his first.  "Just go grab some drinks, guys.  Help
yourselves."

    "Alright," Reese said immediately, heading over to the kitchen table
where all the drinks were spread out.  I didn't doubt that Reese would be
plastered before we left.  This would make him pretty much obsolete to help
me with my problems.  If I ran into Meghan and Kevin, I'd most certainly be
facing a confrontation of some kind.  I began to question the wisdom of
having come in the first place.  I sat on the crowded couch for most of the
night, nervously looking around for Meghan.  But, as the party drew to a
close, I still hadn't seen them.  They hadn't shown up!  Which was really
cool, considering.  I wondered why they hadn't when they'd seemed so stoked
about it earlier on, but I wasn't complaining.  I wasn't complaining about
the fact that I hadn't run into Diane either.  For the last half hour, I
actually started to loosen up and talk to people.  I had two drinks,
figuring I'd still be good to drive.

    "Ready to go?" asked Reese, all wide-eyed and grinning.

    "Yeah," I replied, making for the door.  I was back in my good spirits
as we climbed into the Jeep to head home.  There was still this creeping
suspicion that it wasn't over where Meghan was concerned.  I'd still have
to deal with that problem.  I thought that it was possible she and Kevin,
and Johnny hadn't attended the party due to the fact that they knew I was
going.  I shrugged it off, cracking another huge smile as I looked over at
Reese.

    "You gonna come in or you goin' home?" I asked as we approached my
house.

    "You kidding?  I'm comin' in!"

    I increased my rate of breathing, tossing my head back as Reese began
to suck on my rock-hard cock.  He was an animal, as was usually the case
when he was drinking.  He reared his head, bobbing up and down.  He
smothered my dick with his saliva, pleasuring me for nearly a half hour.  I
loved every second of it.  But, when it was my turn, I enjoyed sucking his
cock just as much.  He cried out with pleasure as I let him blow it into my
mouth . . .

    Face to face again, we kissed and kissed and kissed.  I ran my hands
all over his back and ass as he licked and bit my neck.  I let out a little
yelp, pushing his head back so I could kiss him again.  We frenched
passionately . . .

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