Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 21:27:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Dude Me <bixboix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Staying Home With Best Friend 2

Thank you to everyone who emailed me! I wasn't expecting any replies. (:

Summary: So far, Mike has grabbed my wrist and looked somewhat lovingly
into my eyes. I'm suspicious that he may be gay.


I fixed Mike and me some sandwiches, got some juice, and got the cupcakes
from the refrigerator.

I was about to lay them on the counter when Mike jumped up from his
seat. "Let's eat in the living room," he suggested. Confused, I nodded and
Mike helped me carry everything. He turned on the TV, and flipped the
channel to Spongebob.

"Spongebob?" I laughed. Mike looked hurt, so I added quickly, "Not that
it's a problem." He seemed content at that, so, after giving him a
sandwich, I climbed onto the two-seat sofa next to my sexy friend.

"Jake," Mike said thoughtfully. "I'm sort of...wondering. Umm...nah. Never
mind." He finished his sandwich and gulped down half of his juice.

Ohhh...this was the funny episode! It was even better with this hottie
sitting a few inches next to me. I shivered with pure delight.

"Jake...I need to tell you something." Mike turned off the television and
faced me. His expression was a mixture of uncertainty and also pain.

"Jake...I'm gay."

I looked at him, wide-mouthed. "G...gay?" I sputtered. Mike looked like he
was about to burst into tears. Mike nodded.

"Yeah. Gay." He bit his lip, as if deciding whether to run away from me or
to stand up for himself like a man. But I just ignored his emotions and
turned the TV back on.

I handed Mike a cupcake, purposely brushing my fingers against his
arms. "Hahaha...haha!" I laughed. "This is so funny! Hahahahahaha! Mike,
look! Spongebob is hilarious!" I tried, unsuccessfully I might add, to
break the tension that was forming between my friend and me.

"Haha," Mike muttered, and bit into his vanilla cupcake. A line of cream
formed across the top of his upper lip, but he didn't bother to lick it
off. I looked sadly at the guy.

Then I turned to him and said, "Hey...do you...like me?" I couldn't sound
any more uninterested. Really. So I added, "I mean, it doesn't really
matter if you do...but, I'm just like, wondering."

Mike's eyes filled with tears, and soon they ran down his rosy cheeks, one
after the other. "Yeah," he whimpered. I just laughed.

"It's not funny you fucker!" Mike exploded. He began to shake
uncontrollably.

"Mike...Mike? Listen...no, I didn't mean it that way!" I felt like crying
myself. Staying strong, I pulled him into a hug. Rocking him back and forth
gently, I began to comb his blond hair.

"Good," I whispered into his ear. I felt his body begin to calm with the
shaking. "Listen to me, babe. Listen. I...I'm gay, too. I admit it. And...I
give you credit for admitting it before me. But...you still love me right?
You do don't you?"

Mike's head slowly ascended and descended on my shoulders. He heaved a
sigh. Gently, I pulled away from him and looked into his clear, blue eyes.

"I feel so stupid," Mike murmured. I smiled, and pushed my soft lips onto
his. He gasped, surprised and taken aback that I made a move. Soon,
however, he closed his eyes and relaxed. I allowed him to lay on the sofa,
not breaking the kiss.

Mike wrapped his warm arms around my neck. My heart was racing twenty times
faster. I pulled away once more and slowly licked the cream off his
lip. Mike raised the bottom of his body in joy and groaned with pleasure.

After I finished licking the cream, I smiled and pulled him into a kiss
again. This time was even better; there was no tension or uncertainty
whatsoever. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, which Mike willingly
accepted. We explored each others' mouths, moaning in ecstasy.

Mike and I stayed like that for a while, until we both needed to stop for
some air. I rubbed his stomach while we grasped for oxygen, panting like
dogs who ran a marathon. I giggled at the sound of a chorus of panting, and
laid my head on Mike's chest.

We sighed, satisfied. I strained my neck and kissed his cheek one last time
before collapsing onto his chest again.


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