The Saint Louis Cardinals are beating the Atlanta Braves 6-4 in the fifth, the beer is cold, and the pizza is half-gone and my uneaten pizza bones lay in a pile on a paper napkin. The game was good so far, but not too surprising since St Louis was performing well this year. The phone rings with my alma mater theme, “Hey bro, what’s up?”
“Nuthin… you watchin the game?”
“Yep… St Louis is up in the fifth.”
“Still got some pizza left?”
“There’s enough, you want it?”
“Sure.”
“Come on then.”
“Thanks… I’ll be there in a few.” The line went dead and a few minutes later my apartment door opened and my friend Marty walks in, bare chest, board shorts, flip-flops, more than a day’s worth of dark stubble, and hair stickin up all over the place. In a word, he looked bad.
“Bro, what’s wrong man? You look like shit.”
“Can I get a beer?”
“Yea man you know better than to ask… just grab one.” I watched him drag to the fridge. Yea, something was up. Marty twisted off the top, flicked it to the trash and missed… confirmed…he never misses. He walked across the room, sat beside me on the couch and began fumbling with the label on the bottle for a minute. I paused the game and turned to him. “Ok dude… spill it… what is wrong?” The way he looked at me made me think he was gonna bawl or something.
“Carrol left me last night… we had a huge fight. I’ve been home all day trying to figure it all out.”
“No way! Did she say why?”
“No, but I think she is seeing that new guy in her office.”
“Bro you know shit like that never lasts… ‘never eat where you shit and never fuck where you work’… when she realizes the mistake, she’ll be beggin to come back.”
“Yea I know… but after going through all our shit today, dude I don’t think I want her back. She picked a fight and then said she was leaving… no negotiation, no discussion. It was really douchey of her. Remember that dude that lived down the hall from us in college? She was acting just like him!”
“Yea how could I forget that loudmouth douchebag? Come here bro.” I reached my arm over his head and pulled him to my side. He tucked himself in and rested his head on my chest. I have known Marty since high school. We hung out playing video games, played JV and Varsity baseball together, and double dated. In college we roomed together, studied together… hell we even held each other as we prayed to the porcelain goddess. We have slept together on several occasions and even helped each other out in the morning. He was my best friend and I loved him.
“Jake, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” They were going to be married in eight months.
“First thing, I know you haven’t eaten all day so you are going to eat the rest of that pizza then have a beer or two. Then you are trading places with me and I’m gonna hold you while we watch the game. After the game, we are going to go to bed, then in the morning we are going to go over your wedding checklist and cancel all the reservations and get as much of your deposit money back as we can. Did she leave the ring?”
“Yea.”
“Good! I will take you to the jewelry store and we will return it. I am happy you got that buy-back guarantee. Now, just relax eat your pizza, drink your beer, and enjoy the game.” He did just what I told him to do. After two beers we switched places, he settled beside me again and I pulled him against my chest.
He pulled my arm over his chest and sighed then absently rubbed the underside of my wrist with his thumb… a clear indication that his mind was racing and not at all on the game but once he got settled he said, “Thanks Jake, I love you bro.”
“I know buddy, I love you too.” I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck. He was quiet for the rest of the game. After the Cardinals fairly sacked the Braves, I nudged Marty and told him to go to bed.
I cleaned up the bottles and pizza box and went to bed, first detouring to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Marty was at the sink brushing with the toothbrush that is always there for him. Once I’d brushed and pissed I stripped and crawled into bed followed closely by Marty. He lay on his stomach and I pulled him under my side with my leg over his. We’ve joked that I used him like a body pillow. “Jake, do you ever wonder why we don’t just forget the women and you and I get together?”
“I don’t know… maybe once or twice.”
“Why don’t we? I mean we already do almost everything together that we do with our girlfriends. We already know that we can live together.”
I was quiet for a time. “You would really want to do that?”
“I don’t know Jake, but I do know that we wouldn’t hurt each other like Carrol did to me and what Sarah did to you two years ago. We both like the same things. You put up with me when I get all whinny and I respect your space when you get all broody. I like it enough when we fool around. God knows I won’t miss the PMS or the nasty tampons. Your sex drive is as high as mine is and neither of us can get pregnant… I see that as a bonus.”
“You want us to fuck?” I asked incredulously. This wasn’t anything we had ever done.
“I don’t know, maybe. When Carrol and I first started dating, she used her dildo on me and it was ok I guess. I can only think it would be better with you and the real thing…”
That was unexpected. “Marty are you serious? Are you asking to be my boyfriend? This isn’t a rebound reaction is it?”
“Serious? Yea I guess I am, and no it’s not a rebound thing… Truth be told I may have been thinking about it for a long time, and lately I’ve had a lot of time to think about it… especially today. I will never find anyone that is more compatible than you. I guess I’ve just avoided the subject because I wasn’t really sure how you felt.”
“I guess I’ve never thought about it, but you are right on all points. I have never known anyone that I am more comfortable and compatible with either.” I pulled him tight briefly. “Get some sleep and we will talk more in the morning.”
He rolled to his side facing me and kissed me hard and deep. “Thanks bro.” then snuggled in “g’night”
Wow… I don’t remember him kissing me like that before. “Good night dude.” Shit, I don’t know how I was going to get to sleep now with a hard cock.
***
I always sleep like a log when Marty and I sleep together and it’s rare that we fool around when we do. We have always been affectionate and intimate with each other and it has been that way between us since the beginning, so when I woke up in the morning cuddled up to Marty my hard cock lay along the crevice of his ass and my mind raced wondering if what he said last night was for real. I don’t really know why, but we’ve never fucked and I wasn’t sure how I felt about the idea of doing it… I mean the intimacy has never fazed me at all… hell I’ve had his cock in my mouth more than a few times. I’m not sure what it is about the idea that I’m not immediately on board with… all I can think of is it must be something like labels or having to deal with haters. I without a doubt absolutely loved Marty. He can brighten my whole day with a simple smile, and when he hugs me in his bearish way, it warms me to the top. He brings me little thoughtful gifts sometimes and I do the same things for him too… it’s just what we do, maybe we could be boyfriends… but what happens if one of us wants a woman? Are we willing to let it known that we are together? Our parents won’t make a big deal out of it, except maybe ask what took us so long. That thought made me smile and gave me something to think about.
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