Part Eight
I woke up again a little later and noticed Steve wasn’t in my bed anymore. My briefs were tight as they tried to contain my wood. I got out of bed and passed by my brother’s room. I could hear Liam and Steve talking, probably playing a video game or something.
I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I wanted to hang out with Liam and Steve but my desire to be clean won. My wood popped out as I pulled off my briefs, asking for attention. I stepped into the shower and rapidly washed my hair. Then I washed my body and, once I got to my butt, decided to take my time. Letting my fingers slip through my cheeks caused my erection to ache. I toyed with my hole until I couldn't take it any longer and had to slip in a finger. Soon I slipped in another finger and started to pull them in and out.
Gordon fucking me would’ve been a nice image but I knew thinking of him would only upset me. The next guy to pass through my mind was Steve. I remembered how amazing it felt to have him in me, pounding away at my hole, arms holding me tightly. My fingers were working fast and deep now. Soon enough I was shooting, cum flying everywhere. I leaned against the wall as the last few spurts shot.
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I pulled on my light blue briefs and walked over to Liam’s room. I knocked on the door and, after getting the ok, came into his room. Liam was sitting in his beanbag with Steve laying between his legs, resting the back of his head on Liam’s abs. They were both only in their underwear, Liam in stripped blue and white boxer-briefs and Steve in bright green briefs that I knew were one of my brother’s old pairs.
Seeing the two of them sitting so close was kinda odd. They were always close but never this close, at least not around me. I guess after everything that happened the past weekend, they weren’t afraid to hide it anymore.
“What are you guys doing?”
“Watching Kill Bill.” Liam passed me a bowl of popcorn that had been sitting next to them and I flopped down on the bed.
It was a few minutes later when I noticed Liam and Steve whispering back and forth, an argument they were trying to keep quiet.
“What’s going on?”
Liam sighed and looked hesitant to say. “Look, your phone kept ringing when you were in the shower. I went to turn it off but then I saw it was Dan…”
“Oh god.” It was my turn to sigh. “What did you say?”
“I told him to fuck off or else. That was it. I hung up and he didn’t call back.”
I watched my brother, looking for a sign that he was lying. Thankfully, he seemed to be telling the truth. “Ok. But if he calls again when I’m not around, don’t answer. Promise?”
Liam tensed up, letting his anger and frustration seep out. His hands were made into fists, rubbing against the carpet. It wasn’t until Steve grabbed hold of his hands and slipped his fingers through, intertwining them, that he loosened up again.
“Yes,” he promised, “and don’t worry about me. I can handle myself.” He said these words with a false confidence that none of us acknowledged.
I nodded and turned back to the movie.
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I stepped out of the shower for the second time today. My arms and thighs felt sore from my workout and I knew they’d be hurting tomorrow.
I sat on my bed, asking myself what I wanted to do with my life. College felt like the next step and I’m sure it would make my parents happy, both of them being professors at one of the finest universities of the state. But I also wanted to do other things. Explore the world maybe. I was afraid of college taking over my life for the next four or six or however many years.
Liam was doing fine without college. Hell, he didn’t even finish high school. He found his own way and now he paints murals for people and businesses. The job doesn’t get him a ton of money, but a decent amount. Maybe I could do something like that.
The doorbell’s ring pulled me out of my head. I tugged on a pair of basketball shorts and went for the door.
“Please don’t slam the door in my face.” Immediately I wished I hadn’t opened it.
“What the hell do you want, Dan?”
“I’m here to apologize. I just want to talk. Please.” His face was sad, like he meant the words he was saying, but it wasn’t enough.
“No. After everything you did to me and my brother, you don’t get my forgiveness.”
“Please, Christopher. Just let me explain.”
“I don’t need you to explain anything. I know that you ruined high school for me. I know that you caused my brother to get arrested. I already know everything.”
“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I was a stupid kid and did stupid, selfish things.” Dan wept, tears running down his face. “Please, just talk to me.”
I looked down at my feet. Seeing someone cry always broke down my defenses. My anger died down and I let him in the house, hoping it wasn’t a mistake.