A road trip has unexpected consequences for old college teammates Joel and Brice. Will exploring their sexuality make or break the bond of friendship?
Joel and Brice were a hot double play combination on the baseball diamond in college. Off the field they were best friends, but never lovers. Ten years on their friendship is held by a thread.
Joel nearly died from a tryst with cocaine and has dedicated his life to healing others via massage therapy. He’s bi and wonders if he’ll be able to settle down with anybody. Brice is rich, married, and unhappy in his own skin.
Will the ladies in their lives understand when the strong bond between these two men evolves into something more than friendship?
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Brice leaned on the railing next to Joel. “Why didn’t you ever ask me again to sleep with you? If you really wanted me like you said, why just ask once?”
Joel’s eyes grew large. “Gee, because of your near violent reaction and that you said, and I quote, ‘don’t ever fucking mention this again. Never.’ Let it go Brice. That was a long time ago.”
“It was ten years. It seems like a long time and yet a short time. I have to tell you, if I had been drinking when you asked I would have said yes.”
Joel snapped alert and faced Brice who kept his elbows on the railing, drinking more. “Well, that’s a revelation.” He stared at Brice who looked out over the lighted town.
“Joel, you were brave to admit it. I’m a coward. Like today in the café. You were courageous. I’m bigger than you but I was afraid to step into the fight, even when the guy was trying to hurt you.”
“You don’t have the training I do.”
“Damn it, I’m a man. I could have done something besides give a running account to the dispatcher.” He finished the beer and stared at the bottle, as though waiting for an epiphany.
“Fear and indecision are simply a form of energy. With training you’ll be able to convert negative energy into courage and action.” His own words reverberated in his skull.
Brice nodded. Silence ruled the room before he blurted out, “I’ve liked guys since I was fifteen. I just kept denying it. Like I deny I drink too much. That’s what you do when your parents are alcoholics. Very well functioning alcoholics, but boozers nonetheless.” He lowered the empty bottle to the balcony floor and moved next to Joel with one arm around his shoulder and one hand clumsily palming his cock and nuts. “I admit it. I like guys. I love you sexually and I want to sleep with you. I want you to be the first guy for me.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you made me say it out loud. Didn’t you get it?”
Joel’s mind churned at his buddy’s sexual confession. His cock bulged under the pressure of Brice’s grip. “Damn, I’m probably as surprised now as you were when I came on to you in college.”
Brice stepped back, grabbed the empty beer bottle, and gave it another tilt, maybe hoping that more beer would have appeared. “How can you be surprised? I’ve been giving you hints. I arranged for us to be alone on this trip. I said I loved you—do you know how hard that was? I hugged you and slapped your hot ass in those sexy briefs.”
Joel’s jaw fell open. “You’ve always said you were straight. The whole baseball team used to hug and say we loved each other. The same with ass slaps. Hell, athletes do it on TV. Yeah, I know Mark and Bobby had sex but that was only when they were in dry spells with the chicks. It was a convenience, not an attraction.” Joel stepped closer and pushed Brice’s back into the railing. They held hands. Brice chortled, “This is funny because you were giving me hints that I missed. I had been giving you hints for months in our senior year before I said anything to you.”
“Oh—my—God. You mean it wasn’t by accident I caught you jacking off all those times?”
“Right. And that I started buying sexy briefs and asking you what you thought about them. And how I’d walk around naked or just in my sexy undies.”
“I just thought you were into nudism and showing off.”
“I am, but I was hinting, too.”
They hugged. Brice’s hands cupped Joel’s ass. Joel reveled in the closeness he had given up on. He returned the ass grabbing as his swollen cock pushed against his buddy. Brice’s hard dick pushed back.
What about Casey? That’s your wife, in case you forgot.” He laughed.
“I don’t want to cheat on her, but I don’t consider it being disloyal to her if I do it with you.” His hands rubbed Joel’s ass and one slipped between his legs to grope his nuts. “So, are we going to do it? Will you be my first guy?” Brice’s warm breath tickled Joel’s neck.
Damn, yes I want to, but it’s wrong. He shook his head and broke the hug. “Brice, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, but no, not tonight. I know, you’re going to say ‘why not’. Well, first and foremost, you’re intoxicated. I don’t want that to be factor. I made sure we both were sober when I asked you.”
“There are other reasons? What? That I got fat?”
Joel chortled. “You’d be sexier if you got back into shape, but you are still a hottie. You gave me a boner. That just cannot be faked.” He put Brice’s hand on it. “The other reason is Casey. It would be cheating on her. We both love her. She’s like the sister I never had. I don’t know where this leaves us.”
Brice swayed. “I think I need to sit down.”
Joel pulled Brice down to his level and kissed his cheek. “I’ll help you find the couch.”
David Sullivan was born near New York City, moved to San Jose, California in high school and now lives on the rugged Oregon Coast. Many know David as a Renaissance man. He’s been a tutor to children, an auto mechanic, and served for almost twenty-nine years with the San Jose Police Department where he worked undercover, motorcycle duty, street patrol, R & D and taught many subjects to fellow officers. He was a peer counselor and police association rep.
He is a licensed massage therapist in Oregon, beginning that career in 1983. David taught Jujitsu for free as a 3rd degree black belt. He’s a dog trainer and community volunteer. His motto is, The Purpose of My Life is to Serve.
His self-help book, Wisdom is the Answer, Common Sense is the Way (under his legal name of James Giambrone Jr) helps people live simpler and more relaxed lives.