Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:53:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers, Friends, & Lovers - Chapter 30
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Brothers, Friends, & Lovers
Chapter 30
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Our last chapter, left off with...
Dan having gone through with his wedding to Lisa. Once they were husband
and wife, the wedding reception began.
Shortly, after Jason's toast, as he sat drowning his sorrows in Black
Velvet with a Sam Adam's chaser, Johnny told him that Dan does love him,
but Roy had meddled and caused Dan to stay on course and marry Lisa.
Devastated, Jason had run into the house and up to his room. Concerned,
Johnny had followed him. The boy found him crying, and in hopes of
helping him to feel better, had tried to seduce him. Jason tried to stop
him, but in the end, because he had had a few drinks, and was so
devastated, he relented, and allowed Johnny to suck him off. Afterward,
since it really wouldn't have mattered anymore, because he'd already
allowed Johnny to perform oral sex on him, Jason offered to return the
favor. Johnny of course eagerly accepted. Jason gave Johnny a slow,
sensual blow job. Before the boy climaxed though, he asked Jason to fuck
him. Jason made love to Johnny then, until the two shared a beautiful
mutual orgasm. After that, Jason helped Johnny get dressed again, and
sent him back to the party. Then, he'd packed and left Sovereignity Hall
by taxi, going to the airport. At the end of the chapter, he's sitting
alone in the lounge drinking again, and thinking.
While Jason was waiting for the cab to come take him from Sovereignity
Hall to the airport, Johnny had frantically searched for and found Dan,
who'd been drinking heavily at the reception. He told Dan that Jason was
leaving. Dan raced to the front of the house to stop Jason, but was too
late to catch him. Devastated, he'd run up to his room, and found the
good-bye note Jason had left for him.
Roy had seen Dan enter the house and followed him. Johnny had seen Roy
go after Dan, and he had followed Roy.
Up in Dan's room, Dan had read Jason's note. He finally realized it was
all Roy's fault that things had worked out as they did, and he'd bellowed
at Roy about it. Enraged and distraught, Dan had taken off and gone back
to the party and grabbed a full bottle of bourbon off one of the bars and
headed to the barn.
Johnny had followed Roy up to Dan's room and had heard everything. After
Dan left, Johnny told Roy, who was devastated by what Dan had said,
exactly what he thought of him for what he'd done to Dan and Jason. Roy
had flown into a rage and savagely beaten and kicked Johnny. Then, after
threatening to kill Johnny if he ever told anyone anything he knew, he
too had hastened back to the party. There, he also grabbed a bottle of
bourbon of the bar, and had gone off with it, in search of Dan.
Bleeding and Bruised, and in a great deal of pain, Johnny had left the
party and limped home. There, he'd gone up to his room, and locked
himself in. He's stripped naked, peed out the window, then laid down on
his bed. After a while he'd gotten hard, and masturbated...
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We pick up the story now, on the day after the wedding...
"Oh my goodness!" Marge said, as she and Herb looked up from the
breakfast table in surprise as Jason walked in the back door. "What are
you doing home so soon? Is everything alright? We didn't expect you
until later tonight!"
"Everything's fine Mom," Jason said, dully, as he dropped his luggage on
the floor by the door into the hallway. "They went off on their
honeymoon, and I didn't know anyone, so I came home early."
He walked over and opened the regfrigerator and took out a jug of milk,
popped the cap off and tilted the whole jug to his lips.
"Jason!" Marge cried, as her son greedily gulped down the cold milk.
Jason smiled slightly, as he righted the milk jug and wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand. "Relax Mom, I'm gonna drink all of it!"
"Oh!" she said. "Well... just remember not to do that at anyone else's
house! I certainly hope you didn't do that at the Montgomerys'!"
"I didn't," Jason said.
"So how was the wedding?" Herb asked.
Jason looked at him for a second, then said, "it was a wedding! Nothing
special!"
Herb and Marge both looked quizzically at Jason.
"Are you sure nothing happened?" Marge asked.
"I'm certain!" Jason said. "I'm gonna go unpack now!"
He took the milk and picked up his suitcase as he headed for the stairs,
and went up to his room.
* * *
"Daniel Montgomery!" Lisa cried, her expression fluctuating between rage
and hurt.
Dan was lying in a heap of hay on the floor of the loft of the horse barn
at Sovereignity Hall. He was still half-dressed in his tux, wearing only
the pants. The rest of the suit was scattered about the loft. Next to
him lay an empty bourbon bottle. He didn't rouse, or even stir at his
wife's shrill cry, but continued snoring loudly.
There was a noise from the other side of the haystack behind Dan though.
Lisa heard it, and started. Just then though, Dan shifted a little and
groaned.
"YOU BASTARD!" Lisa cried, and she kicked him hard in the ass with the
pointed toe of her Western-style boot.
"AAAhhoooww!!" Dan cried. His eyes flickered open and he groaned as he
looked up at her, trying to focus.
Lisa just stood glaring down at him with her hands on her hips.
"Wha-???" Dan asked. Squinting through slitted eyes, he began to look
around, as he swallowed several times trying to rid himself of his
cotton-mouth.
"HOW COULD YOU?" Lisa wailed, looking ready to burst into tears. "How
could you do this to my on our wedding night?"
Dan tried to sit up and focus on her, as she began screaming at him
again.
"The wedding night is supposed to be SPECIAL!" she cried. "We were
supposed to spend it in bed together making beautiful love! Instead you
decided to get drunk and sleep it off out here in the hay loft!"
"Uhh..." Dan said, still trying to focus on her, and wincing due to a
tremendous headache he was experiencing, which wasn't helped by her
shrill voice. "I...'hm s-"
"OH SHUT UP YOU ASSHOLE!" she shrilled, causing Dan to wince again, and a
horse below them to whinney.
Dan closed his mouth and sat looking up at her, sorrowfully. He was
sorry he'd hurt her. At the same time he was sorry he'd married her at
all. Most of all - at that very moment though, he was sorry he'd drank
so much the night before, because he couldn't believe the excrutiating
pain his head was experiencing.
"You get your ass up and get in the house and shower! You smell like...
I don't know what! But we don't have long before we leave for the
airport!" She cried. She spun on her heel then and stalked away toward
the ladder down out of the loft.
"And pick up that tux and bring it inside with you!" she cried, as she
went down the ladder, and Dan stared after her, still half asleep, very
hung over, and even a little drunk yet.
As soon as she was gone, Dan flopped back in the hay and expelled all the
air from his lungs.
"Fuck!" he muttered a moment later, and he began trying to get up.
Once he was up, he looked around him.
"What the fuck did I do last night?" he muttered, as he tried to remember
how he'd ended up where he was.
"NOWWW DANNN!!!!" he heard Lisa scream at the top of her lungs from
roughly half way back to the house from the barn.
"Fucking bitch!" Dan muttered.
As quickly as he could though, he gathered up his clothes, and the empty
bourbon bottle. Carefully, he climbed down from the loft, tossed the
bourbon bottle in the garbage, and headed for the barn door.
"SHIT!" he gasped, as he stepped out into the glaring sunlight.
Instantly he slammed his eyes shut. After a moment, he opened them a
slit and began to stumble across the lawn toward the house.
* * *
Back in the hayloft, after everyone was gone, Roy, who'd been passed out
behind the haystack Dan was sleeping in front of, sat up.
"Fuck!" he groaned, as he too felt his head spinning and throbbing.
Roy sat for a minute, trying to remember the events of the previous
evening. He remembered the wedding ceremony, Jason's toast, and a while
later, following Dan into the mansion, after Jason abruptly left. A
pained look crossed his face as he recalled how Dan had screamed at him
for ruining things for him and Jason, and then told him to get away from
him. He also remembered Johnny walking in and confronting him, and how
he'd beaten him.
"Little asshole!" Roy muttered, as the image of his little brother lying
crumpled on the floor, bloody and bruised, flickered through his mind.
Angrily he muttered "Served him right! That little bastard best keep his
damn mouth shut!"
Roy remembered then that he'd gone back to the party, grabbed a bottle of
Jack Daniels, and gone in search of Dan. It hadn't taken much to locate
Dan. He'd been right where Roy knew he'd be - in the hay loft - where he
always went when he wanted to be alone.
Roy remembered squatting down and drinking his bourbon as he watched a
completely broken Dan sitting with his back against a haystack,
swallowing large gulps of whiskey, between bouts of heartbroken sobbing.
Roy didn't remember anything after that though. Apparently the bourbon
had done its work and erased any recollection of what happened from that
point on.
"No sense staying here," he muttered.
Carefully, and tottering as he went, Roy got up. He picked up his
jacket, shirt, tie, and shoes, then climbed down out of the loft. On the
barn floor, he put on his shoes, shirt, and jacket, pocketing the tie.
Then, he walked out the back door of the barn.
Immediately, Roy stepped to the side and unzipped his fly. He had to
piss like a race horse.
"Where the fuck's my boxers?" he said, as he realized he wasn't wearing
them under his tux pants.
"Fuck it!" he said, ripping his penis out.
"What the hell?" he said. As he held his penis, waiting to pee, he
realized it felt like he'd been lubed, and he also smelled the odor of
shit.
"NO!" He gasped, his eyes opening wide, just as he started to urinate.
"Did I fuck Dan last night???"
A smirk crossed Roy's face as the piss flowed from his dick.
His face broke into a grin as he envisioned himself and Lisa standing on
the porch talking. Lisa was upset that Dan had spent their wedding night
in the barn. And Roy couldn't help himself. "That's right! He spent
his wedding night with my dick up his ass, instead of his inside you you
bitch!"
Roy roared with laughter at the thought, as he shook his dick off and
stuffed it back in his trousers.
"Fuck!" he cried a moment later, cringing, as he caught some of his pubic
hairs in the fly zipper.
Scowling, he unzipped, held his pants front out more, and rezipped the
fly. Then smiling to himself again, he walked off toward a path that
lead from the barn to the road.
* * *
"Whose underpants are those?" Lisa barked. "And why do you have them?"
Dan had just walked into his room, which was now "their" room, and
dropped the clothes he was carrying on the bed.
Looking down he cringed as he saw a familiar pair of boxers - Roys -
among the clothes he'd put down.
Quickly, hoping to cover up in front of Lisa, he said, "They're an old
pair of mine - my lucky ones - I wanted to wear something "old" at the
wedding too, as well as borrowed, blue, and all that..."
"Yeah!" Lisa said. "Well, if you cared enough to do that, you should've
cared enough to spend our wedding night with me, instead of passed out in
the barn with the horses!"
"I'm sorry Lisa," Dan drawled.
"Whatever!" she cried. "Just get showered and changed. We're leaving in
a half hour!"
With that, she turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut
behind her.
Looking and feeling deflated, Dan sighed, and began undressing. When he
got down to his boxers, he quickly pulled them off and moved toward the
bathroom to put them in the hamper. As he looked at them, he saw the
seat was stained. He quickly sniffed them, and realized it smelled like
shit, lube, and faintly of cum. It was then he realized his asshole
itched and felt irritated. Suddenly Dan's eyes opened wide, as he
realized why Roy's boxers were in the loft.
"Oh fuck no!" he whispered.
He tried for a moment to remember what had occurred after he got to the
loft the night before, but he couldn't.
"Was Roy there?" he wondered. He seemed to remember at some point
someone was.
Then, feeling horrified, he thought "Christ! Did we fuck??? On my
wedding night????"
Not wanting to consider the possibility, he quickly threw all his
clothes, but the tux in the hamper, and got in the shower. As he washed
himself, he massaged his penis, but as it began getting hard, he suddenly
remembered Lisa.
"Fuck!" he thought. "I can't even jack off anymore. She's gonna expect
sex all the time now!"
Miserably, he abandoned his tool of pleasure and continued washing the
rest of his body.
* * *
Down the road at Maisson Grande, Johnny Gentry had woken up. His body
ached all over, especially, where Roy had hit and kicked him the night
before. Trying his best to ignore the pain he'd gotten up. Hoping maybe
he and Richie would get together a little later on, he'd ignored his
semi-erect cock as he showered and dressed.
"Oh Sweet Lord! What happened to you?" his mother gasped, as he walked
into the dining room, in search of some breakfast.
Johnny's father's eyebrows shot up too when he saw the cuts and bruises
on his son's face.
"I fell going up the stairs last night," Johnny lied.
"That must've been quite a tumble," Mr. Gentry said. "Are you OK?"
"I'm fine Daddy," Johnny said.
"Were you drinking at the wedding reception last night John Gentry?" his
mother asked sharply. "Naomi said the bar tenders wouldn't be serving
the children!"
"I didn't have anything to drink Mama!" Johnny said. "My tux shoelace
was untied and I didn't know it. Damn thing kept on comin' undone all
night. We'll I stepped on it, and when I went to lift my foot, lost my
balance. That's all! I swear!"
"Oh!" Mrs. Gentry said, in a much calmer and concerned tone. "I'm sorry
Johnny. And I'm sorry that happened. Are you sure you're alright? Do
you want me to check you over?"
"No Mama! I'm really OK!" Johnny said.
"Well, OK then," she said. "But sit down, and have some breakfast.
William!"
"Would you care for some eggs, sausage, and grits sir?" the butler asked,
stepping over as Johnny took his place at the table.
"Yes please, William" Johnny said.
"Very good sir," William said.
Smiling, he turned and walked to the buffet, where the breakfast platters
were sitting, and began preparing a plate of food for Johnny.
"Is your brother up yet?" Mrs. Gentry asked Johnny.
"I don't know," Johnny said. He noticed William glance curiously at him.
"Mr. Roy done jes' come home Maam," a fat black woman in a maid's
uniform, said, as she glided into the room, carrying a tray with pastries
on it.
"He's just coming home, Jessie?" Mrs. Gentry asked, surprised.
"Yes'm," Jessie replied, setting the tray down on the buffet.
William glanced at Johnny again, as he set his plate of food in front of
him. Johnny shrugged, and immediately tucked into his breakfast.
"ROY!" Mr. Gentry called.
"G'mornin' Daddy, Mama," Roy said, strolling into the dining room, still
wearing his tux.
"You've been out all night?" Mrs. Gentry asked, looking scandalized.
Mr. Gentry chuckled though and said, "Did you have a roll in the hay
son?"
Mrs. Gentry's eyes bulged and she cried "Really Buck!"
Roy blushed a little, and said, "The party went on for quite a while."
"Did it continue in the barn?" Mr. Gentry asked. "You've got a piece of
hay in your hair yet!"
Johnny stopped eating and looked over at his brother. Roy was blushing,
but when he noticed Johnny looking at him, his face hardened, and his
left temple twitched. Johnny quickly looked down and continued eating.
"I decided it'd be safer for me to sleep in the barn, than try to come
home in the dark!" Roy said. "Nothing more happened."
"Well, that was very responsible of you Roy!" Mrs. Gentry said, sounding
a little mollified.
Roy smiled and said, "Thank you Mama."
"I'm goin' ridin'," Johnny said, as he shoveled the last spoon of grits
into his mouth.
"Oh, OK," Mrs. Gentry said. "Have fun!"
Mr. Gentry smiled and nodded, as Johnny got up.
Johnny ignored Roy. Roy didn't look up or acknowledge him either. Mrs.
Gentry looked annoyed at this, as Mr. Gentry looked back and forth
between his sons.
"Thanks," Johnny said, and he walked swiftly toward the kitchen.
As he walked into the kitchen, Johnny heard his father ask Roy, "Are you
and your brother having a problem?"
"No Daddy," Roy replied. "Although he has seemed a little insolent with
me lately."
"Bastard!" Johnny muttered under his breath.
William, who was getting a fresh pot of coffee, looked up and smiled,
nodded and winked at Johnny.
"You have a good ride son," he said, warmly.
"Thanks William," Johnny said softly, smiling back at him.
Johnny burst out the screen door then and broke into a trot, as he headed
for the barn. As soon as he got there he saddled up his horse, jumped
on, gently nudged him in the ribs, and clucked his tongue, and the horse
took off at a trot. As soon as Johnny rounded the corner of the barn and
turned into the old road that lead down to the fields beyond, he again
nudged the horse in the ribs, and the horse took off at a gallop.
A few minutes later, Johnny trotted up to Richie's house.
"Can ya ride?" he asked, a little breathlessly, as he drew his horse up
to a stop.
"Jesus! Who did that to ya?" Richie asked.
"Who else?" Johnny asked. "So... can you ride?"
"Sure!" Richie said, smiling.
He called to his mother that he was going riding with Johnny, then Johnny
followed on his horse, while Richie trotted down to the barn to saddle up
his own horse. A few minutes later the two were riding back toward the
fields.
"So where'd ya wanta go?" Richie asked.
"Where else?" Johnny grinned lustfully at him.
Richie grinned and squirmed in his saddle as he felt his erection bending
uncomfortably in his pants. Quickly he reached down and adjusted it,
then settled back onto the saddle.
"Let's go then!" he cried, and he kicked his horse in the ribs and yelled
"YAAAaa!"
Richie's horse took off at a full canter then in the direction of the
Slaves' quarters at Sovereignity Hall. Grinning, Johnny nudged his horse
in the ribs and he too took off at full gallop.
* * *
Within 10 minutes, the two boys had arrived at the overseer's cabin, tied
up their horses and gone inside. Each stripped completely naked. As
they did, Richie's eyes widened when he saw the bruises on Johnny's body,
where Roy had hit and kicked him.
"I'm sorry that happened to you," Richie said. "Why'd he do it?"
Johnny hesitated a moment, thinking, then looking nervous, he said, "Who
knows why Roy does anything he does. He's an asshole. Can we just not
talk about it anymore please?"
"Sure Johnny," Richie said. "So... what'd'ya feel like doing?"
Johnny smiled and said, "Well... how 'bout we 69 a while, then... maybe
if yer up for it, you can fuck me!"
Richie grinned and reached for Johnny's hand. He lead him to the old
blanket and the two laid down, each with their head facing the other's
feet. Shortly both were moaning softly as each sucked slowly and
sensually on the other's stiff penis. Johnny began moaning louder, when
a moment later, he felt Richie's finger begin lightly exploring his
pucker. He too moved his finger to Richie's anus as well.
The two boys sucked up and down each other's rods, and fingered each
other's holes for a few minutes, each thoroughly enjoying the sensations
the other was giving him.
Suddenly, Richie popped his mouth off Johnny's cock, and pulled his
finger out of his hole.
"I hate to stop ya man, but if ya want me to put it up yer butt, I gotta
do it now, 'for I cum man!" Richie gasped.
Johnny smiled and chuckled.
"No problem," He said, releasing Richie.
Richie grinned and got up. He picked up the tube of lube and squirted
some into his hand, then slathered it onto his dick, which was still wet
with Johnny's spit. He smiled as his hand started sliding up and down
his dick.
"Hey!" Johnny cried. "Stop that! That's mine!"
They both laughed, as Richie stopped masturbating, and crawled inbetween
Johnny's legs. Johnny drew up his legs, and Richie got into position.
As Richie leaned down and the head of his cock came into contact with the
Johnny grinned.
"Ya ready?" Richie asked.
"Uh huh," Johnny replied.
Richie let his hips sink downward, and Johnny felt the head of Richie's
cock pressing harder against him.
Suddenly, Johnny felt his asshole relax just a little more, and Richie's
dick slid slowly into him.
"Mmmmmm....." Johnny moaned, smiling happily.
* * *
"Jason!" Marge said, sounding concerned, as she topped the stairs, and
nearly ran into her son as he was coming out of the bathroom with a towel
rapped around his waist.
"Yes Mom?" Jason asked.
"Dan just called!" she said.
Jason felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of Dan's name.
"He wondered if you'd gotten home yet," Mrs. Anderson continued. "I told
him you had. He asked you to call him on his cell phone."
"OK, thanks Mom," Jason said.
"A few minutes before that, his mother called!" Mrs. Anderson said. "She
wondered if you were alright. She said you unexpectedly left during the
reception! What's going on Jason?"
"Nothing!" Jason snapped, testily.
Marge looked slightly taken aback.
"I'm sorry Mom, I'm just tired. Nothing's wrong. I'll take care of it,"
Jason said.
"OK," Marge said, looking uncertainly at Jason yet.
Jason turned quickly then and walked into his room and shut the door,
leaving his mother looking after him, concerned.
* * *
That evening, as the Andersons were eating dinner, the phone rang. Mr.
Anderson go up and answered it.
"Jason!" he called from the hallway. "It's Dan!"
Grimmacing, Jason got up from the table and went into the hallway.
"I'll take it upstairs," he said, testily to his father. Quickly he
strode past him and took the stairs two-at-a-time.
When he got to his room, he picked up the phone and said, "I've got it
Dad!"
As soon as he heard the click signaling that his father had hung up,
Jason hissed, "Why are you calling me? Aren't you on your honeymoon?"
"Actually, I am. We're in Hawaii, and I'm sitting on the beach. Lisa's
off shopping already," Dan said. "Listen, I need to say something Jase
... I'm sorry! You have no idea how sorry I am that things turned out
the way they did! And they wouldn't have if it hadn't a been for Roy!"
"Just stop Dan!" Jason snapped.
Dan stopped talking, and all Jason could hear was the surf of the ocean
in the background.
"At first I thought it was all Roy's fault too," Jason said. "But you
know, I had a long time to think about it while I waited at the airport.
Yeah Dan, it was primarily Roy's fault for the way he meddled in things,
but you know what? It was your fault too!"
He paused a moment, but Dan remained silent.
Jason could hear him breathing though over the sound of the surf in the
background, so he continued "The reason I say this is, I know you -
probably better than anyone else. Definitely better than Lisa does, and
probably better than Roy does. If you loved me over and above anyone
else, you wouldn't have married Lisa - pregnant or not. You don't love
her. You care about her, but you don't love her. And, it really isn't
Roy either. Because I know you care about him too, and you used to love
him like a brother - but I can see your relationship with him isn't that
great! It really isn't even your parents I don't think. I know you love
them very much, but you don't even know what they'd do if they knew you
were gay. I truly think they'd be OK with it! They're great! And
you're their only kid! So... why did you do it? Why'd you marry Lisa?
Why'd you put yourself through something you say isn't making you happy?
You don't have to answer - I think I finally figured it out! See, I
realized something while I sat waiting for the plane. If you truly love
someone, you'll do anything to make them happy - even if it hurts you.
Well, I gave you up, and let you do what you wanted. I could've stopped
that wedding and 'outted' you and you'd have ended up losing Lisa. Maybe
you'd have come back to me. But that would've been selfish, and
uncaring. It would've hurt you, even though, you'd have ended up happier
in the long run. But no, I didn't do that. I didn't do that because I
love you so much Dan. Well... as I sat thinking that over, I suddenly
realized that you didn't give up anything for me. I started thinking
then, and realized, if you loved me as much as I love you, you'd have at
least canceled the wedding, and whether you came out to anyone or not,
you'd have come up here, or asked me to join you somewhere else.
Leastways, we'd have been together! So, I guess I didn't know you as
well as I thought I did. I thought you loved me more than anyone, but I
was wrong. In the long run, I think the person you love the most is
yourself Dan! And all you care about is what people will think of you,
and getting your hands on your parents money when they die - or maybe
even before that!"
Jason paused again. His voice had become angry. He was surprised Dan
didn't say anything.
"Are you even there yet?" he asked.
"Yes," Dan barely croaked in a raspy voice.
"Good, cause I need to finish this," Jason said.
As he started talking again, he began to get more upset, and tears filled
his eyes.
"Quite honestly," Jason said. "I thought it was going to be hard to get
over losing you. When I figured all this out though, I realized you
weren't as great as I thought you were. If you were, you wouldn't have
led me on. I truly thought you loved me and wanted to have a life
together with me. I knew you were confused over Lisa, the baby, and your
parents. I figured though in the end, you'd see the light and never go
through with it! The fact that you did confirms that I'm right. You
don't care about me like you said you do. I guess I was just a
convenient fuck-buddy for you! Well, I'm sorry Dan. That's over now.
You're a married man. You're going to be a father. And if you need to
be fucked up the ass, I'm sure Roy'll be more than happy to stuff his
prick up you in the hay loft whenever you want! So congratulations Dan!
You have everything you've always wanted! A great rep as a southern
gentleman. A beautiful trophy of a wife. Kids. A great inheritance.
And a dick up your ass whenever you want it! The one thing you don't
have though is true love! And I don't think you ever will have it!
Unless you count yourself as your one true love! So go ahead and enjoy
your life Dan. But please - if you have a shred of decency in you as a
Southern Gentleman - please don't contact me anymore! I need to get over
you and get on with my life!"
There was silence for a moment, as Jason fought to control his emotions.
On the other end of the line, Dan was silent because he was so stunned by
what Jason said.
"It's not like that Jase -" Dan started to say in a desperate tone, once
he found his voice.
"Yes it is Dan!" Jason cried, cutting him off. "You may not think so, or
even realize it yet - but that's exactly what it is!"
Tears flooded Jason's eyes then, and a huge lump developed in his
throat.
"I can't talk about this anymore! I just can't!" Jason said, his voice
getting higher and whinier. "Just go be with your wife, or with Roy, and
enjoy your life Dan! But PLEASE - leave me alone! Everytime I even
think of you, it hurts. Talking to you is worse. I need to get out from
under you! I've got to hang up now!"
Before Dan could reply, Jason hung up the phone. He sat for a moment,
then, crumpled into a heap on his bed and sobbed pitifully into his
pillow. Eventually, his crying ended, and still exhausted by not
sleeping at all the previous night, mercifully, he drifted off to sleep.
* * *
When Jason hung up on him, Dan sat staring out at the ocean. He was
stunned by Jason's speech. And, regardless of what Jason had said, he
was deeply hurt. He did love Jason - very much - and in fact, more than
anyone he knew. Something Jason had said though needled at him. He felt
himself blush with embarrassment, even though, except for all the
strangers around him, he was all alone on the beach, as he realized that
maybe part of what Jason said was true. Maybe he was selfish, and maybe
he did care more about the things he wanted, than anyone else. It didn't
erase the fact though that he did truly love Jason. And he really wished
it was Jason who was in Hawaii with him. The more he thought, the more
upset he got. Soon, tears were burning in his eyes. He picked up his
towel and pressed it against his face, and let himself cry into it, so
nobody would see. As he realized how much he'd really controlled making
the mess his life was in, he bent double and sobbed into the towel.
When he'd finished crying, Dan miserably got up, gathered up his things,
and went back to the hotel room. On his way, he stopped in the hotel
gift shop and purchased a bottle of bourbon. As soon as he got up to his
room, he opened the bottle and took a swig out of it. He flopped down on
the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"And I can't even fucking jack off, cause that bitch'll expect me to fuck
her later!" he whined out loud, as tears filled his eyes again.
He took another swig of his bourbon, then another, and...
About a half hour later, half the bottle was emptied into his stomach,
and he fell asleep, dropping the bottle on its side on the floor, where
the remaining whisky poured out onto the carpet...
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The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.