Another Truth

By Rub Ster

Published on Jan 19, 2000

Gay

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      • Although the events within this story are mainly fictional, the characters and emotions on which it is based are both very real and a very large part of my life. This story does contain Gay sexual activities between two consenting male adults and therefore due to the subject matter involved, reader discretion is advised. Please send any comments to gomerub@hotmail.com

For "Matthew" * * *

His words had cut through me like a knife. I wonder if he'd like a spoon to scoop out the rest of my heart and then pour a little salt in the wound for good measure. My thoughts raced as I slammed down the phone receiver. "How could he do this to me?" I said to myself. Matthew, my best friend of six years just told me that it would probably be best if we stayed away from each other for a while. What was I supposed to do? Just lie back and say "oh sure Matt, I'll be waiting here forever while you exclude me from your personal dilemmas. Let me know when you want me and I'll come running." Scary thing is that's probably exactly what I'd do.

I lied back in the mess of sheets and blankets on my waterbed. I still hadn't made the bed after last night and I probably wasn't going to get around to it today. I almost felt like either destroying or getting rid of the bed so I wouldn't have to sleep in it alone ever again. I looked over to the picture of Matt and I on my nightstand and reached over to pick it up. "Damn you" I said as I grimaced at the picture and hurled it at my bedroom door but the damn thing didn't even break! Can't I do anything right! (Maybe it's symbolism or something). It's probably good that the glass didn't break because not seconds after the frame landed on the ground, my other good friend Daniel walked into the room. He looked at the picture and then looked at me.

"You said you didn't have a problem with me coming over unannounced and then when I do, you hurl picture frames at me!!! Would you make up your mind?!?!"

"Sorry Dan," I said, "I'm just not in the greatest of moods right now." What an understatement!

"What's up? And don't you dare say 'nothing'! You don't usually go hurling pictures of your best friend around for no reason. Come on... open up."

Dan was right. I never expressed my anger through physical means and this was the only exception in a very long time. So should I tell Daniel the whole story? I suppose I could, it might be nice to let my frustrations out without hurling anything else across the room - although Daniel is a small guy. He picked up the frame, set it down on my night table and knelt in front of me as I sat up on the edge of the bed. I couldn't contain myself any longer and I burst out into tears right there. Dan came up to sit beside me and just held me while I cried as if I had never cried before.

"C'mon Nick," he said, "It's alright. What's going on?"

"It's not alright," I sobbed, "I love him so much and he won't let himself love me back."

I could tell he was puzzled and yet he understood at the same time. I had confided into Daniel several times about the way I felt towards Matthew. At one point, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but he too exhibits symptoms of obligatory heterosexuality and what I felt for him was miniscule compared to what I felt for Matthew. I'm sure that Dan is sick and tired of hearing me bitch and complain about how it's so hard to be Gay and fall in love with your straight best friend who you, among all your other friends, swear is curiously interested but refuses to admit his feelings to you, let alone himself. Ugh! Men are pigs!

"Last night, all my dreams came true and I'm sure they were his too, but this morning they became a nightmare."

"Oh God Nickie," He pulled me closer, "I'm so sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened."

"You already know Dan!" I said while choking on my tears. "We fucked each other! We had the most wonderful and passionate fairy tale evening anyone could ever imagine and now he wants nothing to do with me! We woke up in each other's arms, I looked at him and smiled and before I could say anything, he was out of bed, threw on his clothes, was out the door and driving away! He wouldn't even acknowledge my questions about what he was doing; he just left."

"Oh Nick!" All he could do was hold me while I kept sobbing.

"He phoned me just before you arrived and said that he thinks we shouldn't see each other for a while. He said he has to piece together what happened for himself and he's afraid of what will happen if I'm around. My best friend just told me that he wants nothing to do with me!"

"Do you want to tell me the whole story? How it all happened?" He looked at me.

I nodded in response and after we adjusted our position on the waterbed so that we could get a little more comfortable, I slowly began to recount the whole story, from beginning to end, uncensored, about everything Matt and I had done the night before...


I had just planned to spend a quiet evening alone at home while my parents were away for the weekend. I had set up my laptop in the living room, patched the video and audio from it through the home theatre and was just about to hit play on my DVD software when my doorbell chimed. Now I was pissed. Nobody dares to interrupt my watching of Pink Floyd concerts unless a personal desire for brutal torture is involved on the part of the interrupting individual. The electronic bell chimed again and as I opened the door I hoped to God that it wasn't some Bible thumping twit trying to convince me that watching television would send me to hell.

"Alright, you're disturbing my satanic rituals so make the bible speech quick."

Matt just stood there dumbfounded. "Is this how you greet your best friend?"

"I thought you were some kind of religious fanatic that dared to interrupt my Pink Floyd night."

"Ahhhh..." he said in response. "Mind if I join you?"

I motioned and after closing the door, he removed his shoes, stepped into my living room and flopped down on the soft couch.

"You know where the kitchen is, help yourself if you want anything and get out of my spot."

"Sorry." He said and he moved to the other couch. "Nice laptop. Is that the new one?"

"Nope," I said sarcastically, "My old one here is fine and I just had the urge to spend six thousand dollars on a new laptop so it could sit in the box downstairs."

Now I was getting the look. The look that says 'you're funny but I want to rip your face off'.

"Okay... in that case, stop using the TV for your big screen solitaire games and play the tape."

"Tape?" I hissed, "bite your tongue" and I manipulated a few software controls to play the DVD.

We watched the video of my absolutely favourite band performing live on stage in London, England. I had always liked Pink Floyd because they're music and they're lyrics just seemed to always express whatever I was feeling. It's as if the songs were written for me. I saw them live when they came to town a couple years ago and when they released a video of the same concert tour, I had to nab it up. "PULSE" was the name of the tour and the video had a complete recording of "Dark Side of the Moon" on it plus all their classic hits. I was in heaven while I watched the lasers and strobes and lights flash in synchronicity all across the stage being displayed on my home theatre.

Two and a half-hours later, the concert video ended and I ejected the DVD to put it back in its case. I shut down the laptop and packed it back into its case along with all the accessories. I made a mental note to go out and buy a bigger case tomorrow. I was about to say something to Matt when I looked over and saw him asleep on the couch. I couldn't believe it! The bastard fell asleep during a Pink Floyd concert! Blasphemy! As quietly as I could, I grabbed the spare quilt and put it over him in case he got cold while trying desperately not to notice how cute he looked while he slept. After I was satisfied that he was sound asleep, I headed downstairs to my room.

I turned off the lights and began to strip off all the clothing that I was wearing. It's my firm belief that real men sleep naked. First the socks, then the jeans and the T-shirt... all that was left were the boxers. I stood there momentarily and looked at my less than perfect physique with the help of the dim moonlight creeping through my window blinds. I just about went into cardiac arrest when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and massage the front of my boxers. I felt warm flesh against my back and I could feel something straining against my ass. I The grip on me loosened and I turned around to see Matt standing there without a shirt and wearing only his jeans and a smile. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly but softly planted little kisses on my lips and traced a path to my ear.

"If you think the concert was good," he whispered, "wait till you see what happens tonight."

I couldn't believe it. Was it humanly possible that what I had wanted for so long was about to come true? Did Matt really feel the same way I did? I found my answer when we kissed. Our tongues fought a duel with each other as our embrace grew more passionate and our bodies rubbed against each other. He pulled my boxers down and let them fall to the floor as he pushed me back onto my bed, straddling me. His hands moved down my chest and fondled my ever hardening cock and the two treasures hanging below it. I moaned slightly and began to fumble with the button and zipper on his jeans.

"Oh yeah... take them off."

I did just as he had asked and pulled his jeans and boxers right off leaving us both naked with him on top of me. My hands ran along his smooth sexy chest and lightly traced a path to the goal I had desired for so long. I could tell he was in complete ecstasy as I slowly pulled and tugged on his hard cock while he did the same to me. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips while our hands explored each other's bodies. He was absolutely gorgeous and I was finally allowed to show him how much I loved him in the most spectacular way possible.

We adjusted our position on the bed so that I was on my back and he climbed on top of me. We each seemed to instinctually know exactly what the other was thinking and as a result, he turned himself around so that I could give him the best head he had ever known while he experimented with my own engorged member. My lips encircled the head of his cock as I felt him tense up in anticipation. My tongue ran along the shaft in time with the pumping motion of my hand. I was so much concentrating on pleasuring him, I was caught completely off guard when I felt his warm mouth encircle my own stiff tool. It was true - fantasy had become reality.

He wasn't bad for a beginner considering that this was his first attempt (I assume) at a sixty-nine with another guy, let alone giving a blow job. Nonetheless, I was in heaven. The emotions I was feeling were so overwhelming, I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time - I didn't want the night to end. We both knew that we couldn't hold the building pressure of excitement in much longer and therefore Matt stopped what he was doing and turned back around to face me. He looked at me smiling and I knew what he wanted.

I grabbed a condom from the little box on my headboard along with a bit of lubricant and placed both on his rock hard instrument of pleasure. He rolled me over so that I was sort of lying on both my side and my stomach at the same time. He took some lubricant on is finger and gently traced around my puckered hole. Gradually, he inserted one finger and then two and when I was stretched enough, he placed the head of his penis against the entrance to a previously uncharted land. With a gentle thrust, he entered me and sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. He slowly pumped in and out in rhythm with his hand that had started to jerk my own cock once again. His pace quickened and what in actuality took quite some time to complete, seemed to be over in mere moments. He pushed in and pulled out with growing intensity and continually hit my pleasure spot over and over again. When I felt him swell inside of me, I couldn't contain myself any longer and made a white, milky, sticky mess all over my bed sheets. I could tell that he had thoroughly enjoyed himself as well and although he tried to pull out, I wouldn't let him. I had longed for this moment for far too long to not relish the afterglow as much as possible. God I loved him.

At long last, he slowly pulled out of me and disposed of the condom in the garbage pail next to my bed (I knew I kept it there for a reason). He rolled over on top of me and kissed me with more passion than I had ever felt before. I knew I was in love. All of my gut instincts and everything I had ever felt for Matthew were confirmed as they culminated in one gigantic explosion of genuine emotion and feeling. Nothing I had ever before experienced could even remotely compare to what I was feeling right there and then.

We mutually pulled away from each other and I ran my fingers lightly through his hair. He looked so beautiful right there, just smiling and lying there on top of me, neither of us restrained by the cumbersome barrier of clothing. He had this glow about him that seemed to engulf me in happiness and warmth and I never wanted to leave his embrace. He looked at me with those gorgeous eyes of his and I just melted in his arms.

"I want to feel you as a part of me now." He smiled. "Make love to me Nickie."

I rolled him over onto his back and put a pillow under his lower back to prop him up just a bit. He grabbed another condom and fondled me until I was hard enough for him to put it on. Putting a bit of lubricant on my fingers I slicked the entrance to his own pleasure cave and stretched the opening to make my grand entrance a little more tolerable. When I knew he was ready, I placed the head of my now engorged member against the opening and effortlessly pushed it inside. I saw Matt grimace a bit but hit grabbed onto my hips and pulled me in closer.

"I want to feel you inside me" he said. "We've waited too long."

I slowly pushed in a little farther and I could tell that he was enjoying this unexpected evening almost as much as I was. Matt is a slim guy so I had no trouble finding the spots that made him groan with pleasure. Holding myself up with one arm, I used my free hand to explore his body further, massaging his chest, playing with his nipples, tracing circles around his belly button and caressing his stiffening cock once again. I made love to him with the same reckless abandon that he had used with me. I pumped in and out of him like a piston, sending tides of ecstasy through both of us with every stroke.

When at last the time came, well... so did we. With one final thrust, I felt his body spasm and while I sent a stream of gooey white juice into the condom, he exploded all over his chest and stomach. I leaned over and licked up what I could. I had wanted to taste him for so long and I wasn't disappointed. It was sweet with only a slightly bitter twist, but because it belonged to my one true love, I wanted as much as I could get. I pulled out of him and disposed of the condom, grabbing a Kleenex as well to wipe up some of the mess - I don't really like sleeping on the wet spot very much. I removed the pillow from under him and with the two of us hot and sweaty from our passionate adventure, we collapsed in each other's arms falling asleep within minutes.


I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped my eyes. Daniel looked at me, still mesmerized by the story I had just recounted to him. "The rest you know Danny. He left this morning without a word and then called this afternoon to say that he didn't think that we should see each other for a while"

Daniel hugged me again. What would I do without him and what did I ever do to deserve a friend as good as him. He had helped me through so much in the past and now, this situation was no exception. He was determined to be there for me at all costs and he made that very clear to me.

"I can't believe he'd do that do you Nickie. I know he's got issues but I'd like to know how he thinks staying apart from you is going to make his life any easier after what happened last night." I just held onto him.

"Nickie, forgive me for asking, but had either of you had anything to drink?"

I thought for a sec.

"No," I replied confidently. "I didn't smell anything on him and I hadn't had anything either. He didn't seem at all intoxicated - everything was genuine, or so I thought."

"I'm sure it was genuine Nickie. I just know that Matt gets a little more frisky when he's blitzed. If he could only see what it does to you though, and how much it hurts me to see you like this."

I looked up at him.

"I don't think I've ever told you this Nickie, but now seems to be the best time. I love you and I consider you to be my best friend even though you and Matt have something very special. Whatever happens, I've seen how much he means to you for all these years and the torture you've been through as a result As much as you've always been there for me, now I'm here for you."

He lied back on my bed and pulled me close to him. This was what I needed most - someone to be there for me and put me first.

"Thanks Danny, for everything and especially for stopping by unannounced."

Not since the night before had I felt so safe. Danny was here for me this time - I actually felt like I had somebody to count on and be with until I knew everything would be okay. I was hurting inside so much. A huge part of my life was suddenly gone and I had only guesses and speculations as to the reasons why. What really means the most though is that we probably could have and would have stayed just as we were for much longer had my phone not decided to start warbling indicating an incoming call. With Danny being closest to the phone, he picked it up for me and I readied myself to accept a call.

"Hello? No, Nick is right here, this is Daniel."

His expression suddenly changed and he grew fierce, instantly telling me who was on the other end of the conversation. My heart sank lower than it had ever been before.

      • TO BE CONTINUED * * *

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