Second Chance at Love

Chapter six

Things had been going pretty much the same for the past few weeks. I worked out with Toby three days a week. Mike would stop by on the way home once or twice during the week and usually for a few hours on Saturday afternoons. I went out with Toby, Kristy, and Max most Friday or Saturday nights, depending on their schedules.

I was embarrassed when I realized after that second weekend that Kristy was Toby's sister, not his girlfriend. It was strange going out with them. They were all so outgoing and fun. I was shy and quiet, but when I was with them I had a good time and I laughed a lot. Max was really funny and always made me laugh. I liked Max, but I was starting to develop a crush on Toby.

Even though no one said anything, I realized that Toby was indeed gay. He was very protective of me when we were out, but it was like he had a split personality. He would be attentive and friendly one second and then the next he'd back off and ignore me. I thought maybe he liked me but was being respectful of my 'relationship' with Mike.

Saturday late in the afternoon, Mike and I were sitting on the couch watching TV and having a snack.

"Pete! Hey, Pete!" I heard from outside.

I walked out to the patio door and looked outside. Max was standing in front of his Mustang smoking a cigarette. I opened the patio door and stepped out.

"Max, be quiet," I hissed.

"Have you heard from Tank?" he asked.

"No. He's probably still at work if he's not at home."

AHEM.

Mike stepped out onto the patio and cleared his throat. He glared at Max. Max took a final drag of his smoke, then stomped it out and exhaled. He walked up to the patio and held out his hand to Mike.

"You must be the boyfriend," he said. "I'm Max."

"Mike."

I saw Max's eye, Mike, up and down and then cut his eyes at me. Toby's rumbling pickup truck pulled in next to my Jeep.

"There's To-- I mean Tank now," I said.

Toby hopped out of his truck wearing his hospital scrubs. They were stained with God knows what from who knows where. Toby walked up to my patio and stood next to Max.

"Hey y'all," he said. "The ER was a nightmare today. I need a shower bad."

"You smell like s**t," Max said.

"Hey, I don't think we've formally met," Toby said to Mike. "I'm Tank."

"Mike."

Mike shook Toby's hand and then said "Excuse us."

He slid open the patio door and then motioned for me to go inside. I glanced back at them and they were looking at each other as they walked to the terrace to go into Toby's apartment.

"You're not going out with them," Mike stated.

"What?"

"I don't like them. I don't like the way they look at you."

"But, they're my friends."

"Don't be naive. They're not your friends. They just want to f**k you."

"That's not true, Mike. They're the only friends I have. Trevor and Annie are too busy with the baby coming, so I don't get to see them hardly ever."

"I don't like it. You're not going."

"That's not fair. You expect me to sit around the apartment alone?"

"I expect you to not slut around behind my back."

"Fine," I pouted. "I'll stay home."

"Good. I gotta get going. I'll try to call you later tonight."

"Why? To check up on me?" I said sarcastically.

"Don't do that. It's not cute."

I sighed.

"Listen, Peter. I know you're frustrated. You want more time with me, I know that. I'm working on it, okay? Soon, you'll have me for a whole night, okay?"

I nodded and wiped my eyes and sniffled. "Okay."

"Okay. Now give me a kiss before I go."

Mike gave me a hug and a deep kiss and then left.

When Toby, Max, and Kristy stopped by later, I told them I wasn't feeling well and that I was staying home.

"That's bullshit," Max said. "Did he tell you not to go out with us?"

I shook my head and said, "No. I just don't feel well."

"Just leave it, Max," Toby said. "If Petey doesn't want to go with us, he doesn't have to."

I shut the door and bolted it. The look on Toby's face hurt. I wasn't sure if it was anger or disappointment or maybe both. I leaned up against the door and cried.

I continued to work out with Toby for the next few weeks, and he was friendly but guarded. After asking me to go out with them and me making excuses not to go, they stopped asking.

Mike kept coming by for quickies during the week and longer Saturdays. Over the weeks, Mike had become much more intimate with me. He was gentle and loving and called me 'baby.'

One Saturday, he was finally able to get away all day. We had lunch together, spent all afternoon in bed, making love twice. We dressed up in suits and went out to a very nice dinner and then returned to my apartment.

Mike was sitting on the couch looking particularly sexy in his suit. I straddled him and sat down on his lap. His hands massaged my ass as we kissed and made out. He was pushing up into me and I was grinding my ass on the hard bulge in his suit pants.

He broke the kiss and whispered huskily, "Take your clothes off, baby."

As I slowly undressed in front of Mike, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard c**k, and began stroking it until I was completely naked. I knelt in front of the couch. I kissed and licked him all over over the shaft before I finally took the head into my mouth. I looked up at him and met his eyes as he watched me suck him. He was still wearing his suit jacket, shirt and tie and he looked really hot. He pulled me up off my knees and pulled me onto his lap. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a lubricated condom. He unwrapped it and rolled it onto his c**k. He spits into his fingers and smeared it into my asshole. I whimpered and moaned. He spits again and smeared it on his latex-covered d**k head. He moved me into position and grabbed my waist and pushed me down onto him.

I cried out and leaned into him and buried my head in his chest waiting for the pain to subside. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, then started thrusting up into me nice and slow. I held onto his shoulders and he kissed me. He grabbed the sides of my waist and began bouncing me up and down on his shaft faster and faster.

We were kissing hard, our tongues wrestling and playing with each other. He was holding my hips tight as he furiously thrust up into me. I bounced hard up and down trying to bring him pleasure.

"Oh, f**k! Yeah, baby, that's it! You got it, baby! I'm coming!"

He gripped me tightly and held me as he pushed his hips up and held still. I could feel his d**k jerking wildly inside me as he shot his load over and over. I relaxed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt him soften and slip out of me and I climbed off his lap and sat next to him.

I looked down at his crotch. The condom hung off his semi-erect p***s. Mike pulled it off and tied the end and handed it to me. I pulled on my t-shirt and underwear, walked to the bathroom, and tossed the condom into the trash. I washed my hands and wet a washcloth with warm water. I walked back into the living room and sat down next to Mike and carefully cleaned his d**k with the washcloth. He winked at me and stuffed it back into his pants and I cuddled up next to him on the couch.

"I wish you could stay the night, Mike."

"You know I can't."

"I know, but don't you sometimes wish you could? Just one night... one night to not have to pretend."

"Pretend?"

"Yeah, to stay the night with me and be yourself for once and not have to worry or pretend to be something you're not."

Mike pushed me off him. His face turned red. "I'm not pretending anything. I love my wife and kids. I'm not leaving them to be with some faggot if that's what you're thinking."

My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe he was talking to me like this. "Mike, I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

Mike stood up and went to the bedroom and grabbed his bag.

I put my hand on his arm as he walked towards the front door. "Mike--"

He shrugged my hand off him and turned and pointed his finger in my face. His face was beet red and he was pissed. "I'm straight, you got that? You're the faggot. I f**k your ass and you suck my c**k. That's all this is ever gonna be."

My eyes filled with tears. "I--"

"You knew that going in. You knew what you were doing. You walk into the office batting your eyes at me, shaking your ass. You faggots love straight d**k and you'll take it any way you can, won't you?"

"Stop calling me that," I said as the tears fell down my face.

"Why? That's what you are."

"Yeah, that's right, that's what I am. Is that what you want to hear? Do you know what's the difference between you and me? At least I'll admit I'm a faggot instead of playing make-believe with a wife and kids."

Mike backhanded me hard across the face and I stumbled backward. I covered my right cheek and gasped.

"Get out," I cried.

Mike's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, Jesus. Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby."

He reached out to hug me.

"Get out!" I sobbed.

I walked to the door and opened it. Mike picked up his bag and left. I laid down on the couch and cried.

When I heard a knock on the door a few minutes later, I wasn't sure if I heard it or not. I sniffled and listened for a second. The knock was louder this time.

"Petey? Are you okay?" said Toby's voice from the other side.

I wiped my eyes and opened the door a crack.

"Hi, Tank. I don't really feel good tonight, so I don't think I can go out with you guys."

Toby pushed his way into my apartment and shut the door behind him.

"I wasn't trying to listen, but I heard shouting when I came home. I heard your boyfriend leave and I thought I heard you crying."

Toby turned my face and looked at my cheek. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked in a calm and quiet voice.

I shook my head.

"I'll be right back," he said.

He got up and went into the kitchen. I sat down on the couch as I heard him go through a couple of drawers and then open the freezer. He returned with a towel filled with ice cubes. He gently held it to my face. He was being so sweet and tender. I started to cry and then started sobbing. He put his arms around me and held me.

"It was awful, Toby," I said. "We were cuddling on the couch one second and the next he was yelling at me that he wasn't leaving his wife for a faggot."

Toby tensed up momentarily and then softened and kept one arm around me and the other holding the ice on my face.

"He said such awful things and I got upset and then I said," I sniffled before continuing. "I said at least I can admit what I am instead of pretending with a wife."

"Ouch," Toby said quietly. "I guess that's when he did this?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "He said he was sorry."

"I'm sure."

"I don't think I can see him again after that, no matter how sorry he is."

"I'm not here to judge you, Pete. But, this guy has issues he needs to work out for himself. You can't help him with that. You'll end up getting hurt if you try."

"You're surprisingly calm, Toby. It's kind of freaking me out."

"Well, it's instinct, I guess, because of my job. But don't worry, on the inside I'm trying to think of ways I can kill the f*****g son of a b***h without getting caught."

I started to laugh, but the pain in my cheek stopped me. "Ow."

Toby chuckled. "You're gonna be okay, Petey."

I heard a knocking in the distance.

"That's probably Max," Toby said. "Why don't we go over to my place and hang out? I got enough beer and whatever else we need."

I nodded and we stood up. I headed to the door, but Toby looked me up and down and said, "You might want to put some clothes on."

"Oh!" I blushed in embarrassment as I realized I was only wearing a t-shirt and briefs. I went into my bedroom and pulled on a shirt and some sweat pants. I went out to the living room and the door was open and Toby was talking to Max in the hallway. I pulled my door shut and locked it and followed them into Toby's apartment.

I had never been in Toby's apartment before. It was the same as mine, but the mirror image. It was decorated really nicely for a single guy.

I sat down on the couch with Max. Toby returned with an ice pack and bottles of beer for the three of us and sat down on the other side of me. I held the ice pack as I sipped my beer. I glanced at Max a couple of times. He looked really pissed off.

"Are you okay, Max?" I asked quietly.

"I'm fine," he grumbled.

"You're not upset with me are you?" I asked as I blinked back tears.

Max's face softened. "Of course not, Pete. It's your boyfriend. I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!"

"Knock it off, Max," Toby said. "You're not helping."

"Maybe you don't care that Pete has a black eye, but I sure as f**k do. I mean, what kind of asshole hits a little guy like Pete?"

My cell phone beeped and I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen to see:

MIKE SHEPPARD: I'm sorry peter

Max leaned overlooked at the screen. "f**k that s**t! 'Sorry' my ass! Tell him to f**k off. Give me your phone."

Max grabbed the phone out of my hand.

"Max!" Toby yelled. "Just ignore him, Petey."

"Who? Mike or Max?" I said and laughed. Toby and Max joined in.

The three of us sat on the couch and watched football, drank beer, and ate popcorn. I had a really good time and I felt so much better. At some point, I fell asleep on Toby's shoulder. When I woke up, I sat up and he looked completely uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Toby," I said.

"It's okay, Petey."

Max sighed and shook his head. I yawned. "I guess I should go. I'm tired." I said goodbye and thanked them for being so nice and I went back to my apartment and went to bed.