Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2003 12:19:48 EST
From: JuilianJ@aol.com
Subject: the story of us part 9

THE STORY OF US
BY: Julien

This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of
any person, place or thing.  It contains sexual activities between males
and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area.  Read at your
own risk and enjoy.  Comments are welcomed and would be very much
appreciated.  ENJOY!

There will be many flashback sequences in this story so as not to confuse
anyone, when a flashback takes place, there will be an asterisk (*) before
the start of that flashback.

Many of you have written in and expressed your interest in hearing things
from the other half (Bobby's' P.O.V.).  I think it would be an interesting
change but at the same time, it is Richie's tale and he is still the
leading man here.  With that said, read on and ENJOY!!!

What the hell could I have been thinking when I took Bobby up on his offer!
It must be the medication, it has to be the medication because I sane man
would not put himself in this situation.

  The first few days of my moving in had been the greatest.  We were
actually able to kid around like we did when we were teenagers in high
school and I had actually convinced myself that this was better than
nothing.  And that was how it went for the first few days until:

"Richie you up to going out for breakfast."  I looked up from what I had
been doing and was on the verge of telling him that I'd love to when I
noticed that he walked right in front of me NAKED!!!  No briefs, no boxers,
no socks, no frills, just au natural.  And even though it was a quick
passing from one end of the hall to the other I saw it all.  And I could
feel the heat rise from neck to my face right back down from my face, to my
neck and right into my dick, which at that point started to swell.  I
barely was able to get out an ok.

"You sure?  You sound strange."  And then I heard him turn back around and
walk in my general direction and panic took over.  I ran to the door and
slammed it shut and double bolted it.

KNOCK!  "Richie, you ok?"

"Yeah."  My voice came out as an awkward squeak so I tried again, "Yeah,
I'm ok."

"Cool, so I'm running around the corner for a paper, you need anything."

"No."

"Ok, be back in five."

I heard his footsteps walk away from the door and then ten minutes later I
heard the front door close and lock.  I let out a breath of relief that I
hadn't even realized I had been holding in.

And my mind kept wondering back to that glorious sight.  Something that I
hadn't expected to see and now that I had, something that I couldn't
forget.  You would have thought that it was the first time I had seen a
dick before (far from it), and while I had been with a number of different
men since college and seen lots of dick, none of those were Bobby's' and
that's what made all the difference.  But I didn't have time to sit and
dwell on that.  I had a major problem right in front of me for he would be
back in a few minutes and he would expect that I would be ready and waiting
to go to breakfast with him.  And there was no way I could leave the house
much less this room with my dick as hard as it was - I had my work cut out
for me.

That day had been the longest of my life as every time I looked at him, I
saw it.  If I even referred to it as is, I would began to flush and would
have to excuse myself, something that I'm sure would arouse suspicion.  I
wanted so bad to talk to someone about this but the only person who would
even remotely understand what I was going through would be Michael or so I
thought.

"So you saw his dick, big fucking deal, it's not the first time you're
seeing a dick Richie."

"Well it's the first time I'm seeing Bobby's', you know!"

"His dick.  You're not twelve anymore Richie, you can say the word D-I-C-K
- DICK.  Now say it with me."  He remarked loud enough for us to get a few
stares.

"Will you keep your fucking voice down please!  Damn, you just don't know
when to quit it."  The look on my face must have warned him that I was this
close to blowing up for his features softened.

"Ok, I'm sorry for making a big joke out of your dilemma but what do you
expect me to tell you, better yet, what do you want me to say?"

"I don't know ok, I just, I just needed, forget it!"  I threw my hands up
in frustration.

"No, say what you were going to say."

"I just needed to get that off my chest, that's it."

"Well I 'm glad you felt close enough to confide in me.  It means a lot to
me Richie."  And with that he reached across the table and grasped my hand
in his giving it a gentle squeeze.

Lost in the moment of this sentimental exchange, we were both unaware that
someone was standing over us.  Thinking it was a waiter, Michael responded
with,

"Can't you see we're having a Kodak fucking moment here!"  We both looked
up at the same time, our responses different.  Michael started to laugh out
loud while I began to choke on a piece of breaded chicken.

"Quick drink this!"  He handed me his glass of white zinfandel and watched
with a smirk etched unto his somewhat handsome face as I struggled to get
it down fast enough.

Bobby looked down at me concern written within his eyes.

"You ok Richie, you need some water?"  And as he asked the question, he
signaled for a waiter to get him a pitcher STAT.

"Yeah, I was, I ...um, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing just thought I'd stop in for a bite to eat.  What are you doing
here?  The doc said bed rest remember."  His voice took on an authoritative
role, somewhat like a father figure.

"Yeah but I thought it would be good to get out for a few hours and
besides..."

"He's with me."  Michael piped in.  Bobby looked at him for the first time
that evening and regarded him with little if any emotion as if he were an
annoyance, something I could relate to right at that moment.

"Michael."  I warned seeing that he was getting ready to say something
else.

"What!"

"Um, you want to join us Bobby?"  I asked quickly regretting it as I felt
my erection begin to grow.

"No, I see you're busy."  He looked over at Michael as he said it and then
he sneered, HE SNEERED!

The history between Bobby and Michael hadn't been a pretty one especially
since the breakup of Michael and me.  I remember those early days after,
when I was reduced to a fucking blubbering whale, crying all the time, not
wanting to eat anything, just being totally depressed not to mention
depressing.  It was hard for Bobby to see me go through that.

* He had taken me to dinner down at the seaport in Manhattan, a romantic
place if I ever saw one.  It was supposed to be one of the best nights of
my life until:

"We got to talk Richie." His voice had an edge to it as he said that.

"About?"  I nervously asked.

"About us."  Now if you've ever been in a relationship and that statement
ever comes up, BEWARE.  It could either be a good thing or as it turned out
in my case, a very bad thing.

"About us?"  I echoed feeling like a jackass having to repeat him.

"Yeah.  We've been seeing each other a while right?"

'Well duh!' I remembered thinking.  "Yeah, six months." Was what I said.

"And what do you think about it?"  Trick question?  I racked my brain
trying to think of what to say.

"Um, I don't know Michael.  I think what we have, I think it's good."

"You do?"

"Yeah.  I know I'm not all that into a lot of the things you're into."
Mainly the kinky sex and the head games.  "But I think we have a solid
relationship."

He looked at me with the same look that you would give a wounded puppy,
that pity look.  "Richie, I like you a lot, I really do..."

"And I like you too." I cut him off thinking that what I had to say would,
could somehow make a difference.

"But..." my heart felt as if it would stop, "Richie this isn't working for
me.  You're a nice guy and all and you make a good boyfriend but you're not
what I'm looking for right now."

" Oh."  I meekly replied, continuing with, "What are you looking for?"

"Someone that's willing to take charge, someone that can let loose, someone
that is as uninhibited about sex as I am.  Someone that won't blush every
time I say the word cock or dick or fuck."  I got the message and I wanted
him to stop but he kept going.

"I want someone that is like me and that means I need someone that is the
opposite of you."

"I can be uninhibited, I can let loose, I can change!"  I needed Michael,
he was what I needed in my life, that stability, not to mention the fact
that we had had a friendship spanning all of ten years.

"Richie stop!  Please!  You're a great guy really, a great friend but this
thing won't work, I know these things.  I've fucked enough guys and been in
enough relationships to foresee what can and will happen and this won't pan
out."

"Then why the dinner and why here?"  I was almost reduced to tears but I
had refused to cry, not in front of these people and not in front of
Michael.

"I don't know.  I thought that maybe this would change my mind about it,
maybe if we had one more night together, maybe something would give but I
see now that it's not going to happen.  Me and you, we're like fire and
ice, water and oil, we..."

"Just don't mix, I know."

"I'm sorry Richie.  I mean we can still be friends."

And I had taken that to heart, hoping that we could really truly have been
friends, like before.

I had left that night with that hope only to have it dashed the next
morning.  I had gone over to Michael's complex, hoping that maybe we could
have talked things through, I thought I was in love, it sure as hell felt
like love.  I had pulled up outside his apartment complex hoping against
all odds that we could work it out.

Knocking on his door I could hear his voice inside.

"Who the fuck is it?"

"It's me Michael."

"Richie?"  The door opened and a naked Michael stood In front of me.

"Yeah it's me, I don't really know why I came here but..." I stopped short
as I saw another man come up behind Michael and begin to tongue his ear.

He must have seen, my face drop for he pushed his new friend away and
started to move closer to me as I backed away.

"Richie, it's not."

"Don't say it Michael, just don't fucking say it."  I could hear my voice
begin to crack.

"Richie I'm doing nothing wrong."  That caught me off guard and forced me
to take a long hard look at him.

"You break up with me the night before and then you're fucking someone else
the next day!"

"I like sex dammit!"

And that was what it had amounted to.  A relationship with me was passed
over for a one-night stand found in a subway station, as I would later
learn.

I had told Bobby everything leaving out the particulars and he had formed
his own opinion about Michael right then and there.

"The guy's a fucking ho!  Don't sweat it Richie, you're better off."  And
even today he held that same perception of Michael without actually sitting
and talking to him face to face but that was all about to change now, I
could feel the tension in the air.

"No, sit, I don't mind."  Michael said trying as hard as possible to
inconspicuously size up Bobby to no doubt all the information I had given
him.

"No, I'm just going to grab something and run."  And turning to me he said,
"What time you coming home?"  There goes that authoritative tone in his
voice again.

"Well I'm almost done."

"You can catch a ride with me then.  Does your friend need a ride?"  And
even though he was trying to seem polite, I as well as Michael could see
right through his act.

"No his friend doesn't need a ride, thanks very much."  He replied
returning Bobby's' 'sense of enthusiasm'.

I flashed Michael another warning look only to have it returned full force.
I needed to diffuse this situation and quick.

"Michael I'll talk to you later and thanks for, you know, listening to me."

"No problem Richie, I'm here for you."  And turning to look at Bobby he
continued with, "Anytime."  He then surprised me by leaning across the
table and delivering to me a kiss smack dab on the lips.  Bobby in turn
stormed off towards the counter to collect his food.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"  I angrily asked Michael wanting to
slap the smirk from off his face.

"Just trying to help you out, I actually think homeboy might be jealous."
The thought had crossed my mind briefly but I dismissed it just as quickly.

"No, he's just annoyed."

"At?"

"You know?"

"No I don't know Don Juan, tell me?"

"You know Bobby knows about me and you, back then."

"Yeah.  You know I'm sorry about that don't you?"

"Yeah, you can't help but be an asshole sometimes."

"Exactly.  And when you have the chance, explain it to your boyfriend will
you."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Yet.  I'm getting some vibes off of him that tells me different."

"Whatever Michael, I'll call you later."

"Yeah."  And as I turned to walk away I stopped, "And Michael."

"Yeah."

"If you pull another fucking stunt like that again, we're going to have
problems."

He just snickered and blew me a kiss.


BOBBYS' P.O.V.

I looked over my shoulder and was in time to see the one thing that would
push me off and over the edge, Michael laughing and blowing Richie a kiss
and Richie gladly finding solace in it.  It made me wonder how many times
this boy had to get knocked down and run over before he realized he was
setting himself up for another fall.

"That would be 22.50.  Wait a minute, aren't you Robert Knight?"  I looked
up at the girl behind the counter.

"Yeah, how are you?"

"Oh my God!"  She started to fan her face, "Guys, it's Robert Knight!"  She
screamed leaving me no choice but the leave the only bill I had, a fifty
and to grab my food and make a dash for the door.  I looked over to where
Richie had been standing and noticed that he had already left.

As I approached my car I noticed Richie leaning against the hood.

"Here, you drive."  I announced throwing him my keys.

"Why, what's going on?"

"That!"  He followed my finger to the door of the café and the crowd
that had assembled there to search for me among the rows and rows of cars.

He quickly jumped in on the drivers' side, unlocked the passengers' side,
started the car and pulled out quietly unto the street.

"Why'd you run?"  He asked glancing over at me.

"What the hell was I suppose to do?"

"Sign a few autographs, take a few pictures, they're your fans Bobby."

"And I am entitled to get a fucking moments piece am I not!"  I knew I was
taking this out on him when I didn't have the right to.

"Fine."  He countered dedicating his full attention back to the road.  I
all of a sudden felt the need to apologize.

"I'm sorry Richie, its' just been a hard fucking week and with you out of
office, Laurence had to hire some barney that wouldn't know his head from
his ass."

He chuckled, "So you guys starting to miss me yet?"

"I don't know about the rest of them but I sure as hell miss you."  And I
leaned over and squeezed his shoulder, something that caused him to flinch
slightly.

"You ok?"  I asked thinking that maybe it was his medication acting up.

"Um, yeah...I'm fine."  And even though he said he was fine, he didn't look
fine.  His whole demeanor seemed to have change.

"So what did you get?"  I lost my train of thought and returned my
attention back to him.

"Huh."

"Food, what did you buy?"

"Ham on rye, mayo, lettuce, pickles, mustard.... you know the drill."  And
since he had brought it up....

"What did you have?"

"Lasagna, it was pretty good."

"And your friend?" I strained to ask.

He cast me a look and returned his eyes to the road quickly, "I think he
had chicken salad."

And before I could stop myself, "It suits him."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, you were going to say something, say it."

"No forget it, really."

"Dammit Bobby, don't start this shit with me again, we said we were going
to work through our issues and that includes communication."

"Fine."  If he wanted the truth, I wasn't going to beat around the bush.

"What the hell are you doing talking to Michael again?"

"He's my friend Bobby."

"He fucked you over!"

"And so did you."  He looked over at me, an apologetic look on his face, "I
didn't mean it."

"Fair enough.  Just answer me one thing."

"What?"

"Are you still pineing over him?"

"No.  Michael is a friend and only a friend."

"I still don't like him and I don't like him hanging around you.  The guy's
nothing but trouble."  And here I found myself coming off as a fucking
father figure.

"I know you're concerned Bobby and I understand.  But Michael really has
tried to make it up to me, he really has."

"Well the only thing I think he's trying to make up is lost bedroom time."
I could see that he began to blush furiously now.

"It's not like that, trust me.  Michael doesn't want me."

"But do you want him?"

"Of course not!  Michael is a good guy at times but he's not what I need."

I was about to ask him what he thought he needed but by then we had already
arrived home and he was halfway out the car, headed for the door.



I couldn't quite figure out where Bobby was going with this but I got an
uneasy feeling from it.  Him getting into it with Michael was something
that I absolutely wanted to avoid.  And if I knew both of them as well as I
thought, neither one would back down from an argument.

As I fumbled with the house keys Bobby came up behind and took them from my
hands.  That was not what caused me to almost send him head first into the
pavement.  No, it was the fact that he encircled my waist to get to the
keys.

He grabbed me by the hand and took me with him into a patch of grass,
narrowly missing the concrete.

"You ok?"  He asked, concern etched into his voice."

I was barley able to answer with my woody springing up against him, I'm
sure he felt, it, he must have felt it.

"Richie, you ok?"  He asked again.

"Yeah."  I quickly answered pushing myself off of him and turning around as
quickly as I could.

And as he managed to disentangle himself from the over grown grass I
noticed that a few of the buttons on his shirt had come off, leaving me
with a picture perfect view of his chest.  And as grass and sweat clung to
it, so did my eyes.  And I was unaware of anything or anyone else around
me.

"Richie, Richie!"  I snapped back to reality.

"Yeah."

"I think you need to get out of this sun, it's beginning to fry your
brain."

"Yeah."  I answered unintelligently as he opened the door allowing me a
perfect view of his backside.  I felt a lump rise in my throat and made a
conscious effort to swallow it.

"I want you to go lay down ok."  He declared taking off his shirt, a move
that caused me to almost cum in my pants.  My dick seemed to get harder if
that was possible and I made a dash for my room, closing the door behind
me.

"Richie?"  His voice managed to sound so sensuous behind the closed door.

"Yeah."

"I'm in my room if you need me ok."

"Yeah, thanks."  And as I heard him walk away, I let out a sigh of relief.
I knew how close I came to getting caught today.  A sudden move to the
right or the left could have given Bobby an idea of just how much I needed
him.  And as that thought came into my head.  I unbuckled my pants and
pulled out my dick.

It was so hard and I was so hot.  And thoughts of sucking and fucking came
to mind.  What I wouldn't do to just have one night with him.  But even as
I stroked to the thought I knew that one night would never be enough, not
by a long shot and with that, my erection dwindled and all I was left with
were my naughty thoughts and no outlet to release them.

PART 2 HAS BEGUN AND I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IF BOBBYS' P.O.V.  IS SOMETHING
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