Love At Its Finest

We did it because if felt good, because....there was nothing else even remotely better then making your buddy cum, and cum hard. Over the period of that year, my innocence began to retreat, taking a step back every night that I slept at Jared's house. He had the most comfortable bed that I have ever slept in. What we did together in that bed was also becoming comfortable. It was nice, but I could never seen to escape the desire and wish that it was James who's bed I was in. I could tell by the way Jared snuggled himself into my arms, and drifted off to sleep so quickly, that he was getting from me the feeling that I so wanted from James.

I treasured the friendship between Jared and I, and the things that we did for each other, but I just didn't think that I'd ever be able to love him the way that he loved me. One night, Jared turned to face me with the most joyful look on his face. In the dim light of his bedroom, I could still the sparkle in his eyes. 

"I'm in love with you Alex." Jared said.

The blank, emotionless look on my face told Jared all that he needed to know. We had talked about this before, and he knew that I was hoplessly in love with James. I wished that I could wave a magic wand and fall so madly in love with Jared. He was smart, attractive, but love just doesn't work like that.

"Aww Jared, why do you do this? We've talked about this before and you know how I feel about you. I like you Jared, I like the things we do for each other, I like holding you like this, but I just...."

"DON'T!" Jared said. "Don't say it! - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it. It's just confusing when you hold me like this."

It was the first time that Jared cried as I lay next to him, and he started to blame himself. He manuvered himself into my arms, and I just held him close to me with my chest pressed firmly against his back.

But on one night when James was off with some new slut, I was invited to spend the night at Jared's house. Our mutual desire was so hot and heavy that either of us could hardly speak as we slowly manuvered our way down a path that ended in the most satisfying sexual release.

In the privacy of Jared's bedroom, He shyly touched my penis as I layed behind him with my front to his back. I guided my hard cock inside of him, and I did nothing to stop it. Infact, I started to move and before I knew what had happened, I was up on my kness with just one of Jared's legs being held up in the air and I sucked on his toe and glided my hard cock in and out of his as slowly as he liked to jack me off. I took about an hour but it worked just the same. Well almost.

"Don't cum on me baby! Cum in me!" Jared said. No - I take that back. "Fucking cum in me!" He demanded. Jared cried whenever I closed my eyes because he knew I was imagining that it was James that I was doing these things to. He cried the entire time that I was cumming inside of him.

Not sobbing, but nevertheless, tears where visable.

"Alex - don't you feel anything for me when we make love?" Jared asked.

"I feel jealous of the feeling that I give you. Tell me what it's like Jared, what do you feel right now?" I said.

"Oh Alex! It can't be put into words. Forget the fucking and sucking! It wasn't until you reached over and you took my hand and placed it on you chest, remember? I fell in love that moment."

I was always happy being with Jared, but I way happiest just standing close to James. Yet, here we were. Jared and I, both naked and lying in his bed at night, holding each other’s hard cocks and pleasuring each other in the way we most liked. While it was Jared who taught me the basics of gay sex, it was James who taught me what being in love felt like, one-sided though it was. 

For no reason at all, I stammered whenever James was near. It wasn’t that I was nervous by nature. There were emotions that I’d never felt for any other person pouring out of me without explanation. Looking back, I know now that if I had started my encounters with Jared just a few months earlier, I would have never fallen in love with James to begin with. I can't say that I wasn’t in love with Jared, and if I was, it wasn't as much as I was with James. Whatever it was, at the time it was just as disturbing and strange, as it was exciting and pleasurable. Even harder to understand was how quickly my life changed after that first time with Jared. 

I had to watch my every move when it came to Jared. I had become so used to holding this loving creature in my arms, that the line between public and private became blurred. On one day in particular, I found myself at his locker massaging his shoulders as 500 students walked passed. It had become so natural to touch him, to feel him, that I forgot we where in public. Yet, as I did this, I had James on my mind. 

Who knows? Maybe Jared was wearing me down, because for a second, as my hands massaged his neck, I had forgotten that I was actually there waiting for James. But then he would appear, and poor Jared would have to choose to stay or leave.

I hated these moments because I'd see this look of utter defeat and sadness wash over Jared's face while a smile washed over mine. It was a sign the James was appraoching, and my poor Jared would watch his brief moment of happiness slip away, leaving him sad and empty. He looked like he was slowly dying. I know because I felt the same feeling whenever I'd watch James begin to glow whenever this fucking whore, cunt, bitch, slut, by the name of Janice had captured his attention. What added insult to injury was that Jared would become sad, not just for himself, but for me too because he saw how much James attention to Janice hurt me. Jared couldn't stand to see me hurt and only wanted happiness for me, even if it meant me loving someone else. 

I'm certain that if Jared ever found a magic lantern, and a Jeanie granted him one wish, Jared would wish for James to love me as much as he did. Maybe even more, if that's even possible.

That afternoon, the campus was swarming with handsome specimens of budding manhood, and one of them was James Blaylock. James Blaylock! Even now, when I write his name I still feel the same thrill that I felt when I looked out into the crowd waiting. Just waiting until I saw my reason for living.

Then I would see James and look right passed Jared, not realising how lucky I was to have someone who loved me so unconditionally. I was too lost in my love for James, and how foolish I was not to take Jared by the hand and run away with him right then and there. Why couldn't I love this beautiful person? ~ Why was I so blinded by James? F U C K ! 

Jared and I were both looking at the object of my affection, James. However, in my case, it was for a reason other than brotherly friendship. James! My love, James! Just saying his name to myself used to make me warm with excitement. There was always an uncertain thrill that came whenever I was close to him, a thrill that I never felt with any other person, not even Jared. Not even as he was making me cum.

Jared and I waited for James to make his was to my car. Jared already in the back seat,knowing that the front seat was for James Blaylock! And there was me, Alex Rubio, waiting nervously in my car. I was about to engage on the adventure of my life, but not knowing anything about what awaited me. I was oblivious, I was never as innocent as I was that day. Inspight of what Jared and I had already done together, I was still in my sexual infancy. Well, for the next hour or so.

Looking back, I would have never of guessed that within the hour I be holding the love of my life in my arms. How one friend would so bravely do what is necessary to unsure my happiness, to step directly into the line of fire. Then step aside so that true love could prevail. It all happened so quickly.

James raised his hand and gestured a salute of recognition and then he walked down the stairs. His attention seemed to be focused entirely on my car parked beneath the trees. What a sight I must have made to anyone who saw me gazing at him as he approached. 

James Edward Blaylock, already elected Varsity Football Captain when school resumed. James, with his ready smile and curly brunette hair. James, with his ever-friendly wave that always made me smile and wave back instantly. He had eyes like Jared. Big and blue like a loveable, like cheshire cat, not common and innocently brown like mine.

Even when he was nothing more to me than my friend, the strange thing was how much I liked being with him. I had always liked James, going all the way back to when we were starting junior high. I liked him because he always treated me as if I was special to him. 

As soon as he was in my car and the door was closed, James sat himself sideways in his seat and grinned at me. He had nice white teeth. He had full lips like Jared. Both of them had attractive facial features. But James had tiny little freckles across the bridge of his nose. James looked back at Jared and just nodded.

Jared gave him a disinterested glance from the back seat and went happily back to reading J.R.R. Tolkin. Of course, I grinned over at James like a dummy, not realising that my smile said more than words ever could. He called me buddy as usual, and Instead of turning back forward, he kept staring at me as if he was trying to think of something else to say. It made me feel like I was being examined. It made me feel uncomfortable, even nervous. It also made me feel uneasy, deep down inside where I kept all of my secrets. There was a lot of secrets, and the biggest one was sitting in the back seat. I didn’t understand a lot about the world I lived in, and even though I wanted to know more, I was cretain of one thing, and that was that I wanted to give my body and virginity to nobody other then James. 

Jared giggled, probably because of the way a stared at James. James continued to look over at me. I studied him from the drivers side of the car. His profile held my interest for a moment too long. I admired the way that his hair glistened in the sun. It was both lighter and shorter than my dark hair. Even to my eyes, so inexperienced in judging beauty, he was very handsome. I caught a glimpse of Jared in the rear view mirror. He glanced at me and rolled his eyes at my obvious lust for the front seat passenger. I'm not sure why I had to glance
at James so often, I had already committed the image to memory. 

At the time I did not appreciate the significance of the ache in my heart when I finally avert my eyes and forced myself to look away. I was infatuated, and was surely in love. I was shocked when James gave me a knowing wink as he tipped his head towards the back seat where Jared was quietly reading.

I looked back a Jared, I was captured by this reverse mirror image of him. The way his hair hung down covering his face. It wasn't until this moment that I realised that I had burned his image to memory as well. I began to think of how Jared cried in my arms when I told him that I was in love with James. From the corner of my eyes, I saw James hand waving and my face began to burn red because he had obvoiusly caught me looking at Jared through the rear view mirror.

I became lost in my thoughts as I started my car. Had James figured out that Jared and I where playing around sexually? Did Jared spill the beans? I wanted to slam on the breaks and just confess everything. It was eating me up bit-by-bit.

I wondered if Jared could seduce James as he had seduced me. A 3-way sexual encounter with Jared and James became somewhat of a daydream as I started the car and drove away. 

I think the sight of James and I naked, and in a loving embrace would kill Jared at a minimum. I began to think who much James would enjoy the way Jared could make a guys cock cum with a light, loving touch. I imagined laying my head on James firm, flat stomach as Jared's hand worked it's magic on his hard cock. I pictured the precum oozing from his cock slit by the teaspoon. But even in my day-dream, as I drive 40 miles per hour, I can see James arch his back, gasp in a deep breath, and splatter a massive volume of his warm semen all over my face.

Only then did snap out of my day dream and realise that I had an erection. I could feel it growing, and stretch out to make that tight feeling in my briefs. It didn't happen in the middle of the day, but mostly when Jared and I talked about sex, or did something together in the darkness. I felt so awkward, exposed, keeping my legs together, silently praying that James would not notice the large lump in my shorts. Suddenly, my dick became absolutely stiff. My face was hot, and my mouth was very dry. It was difficult to concentrate on what James was saying, but it wasn’t because I wasn't interested, I just couldn't believe how hard my dick had become.

“What’s up with your weirdo friend Jared?” James said. 

Jared gave him a look that said "why are you asking him?" without having to say it. I wanted James to love me. I didn’t understand why he didn't. It was just a need I had buried down somewhere inside me. How simple all of this love, lust, longing, and desire could be realized if I could just fall in love with Jared.

I'm surprised that I didn't hear the sound of a "MEOW" because the cat was just about to be let out of the mother fucking bag. James looked directly at me again. He always seemed to be doing that. He always stared right into my eyes. Every time he did that, I wondered what he saw. Some love-sick puppy? 

I was beginning to realize that a love-sick puppy was all I could ever be to him, but this time for no reason at all, he seemed more intense, more introspective, as if he wanted to say something to me, actually to us, meaning Jared and I, but he could not put it into words. He raised his eyebrows, not frowning, but showing surprise. He looked back and forth at Jared and I several times. It made me smile even though it made me feel a little apprehensive of what he was going to say next.

“So what going on between the two of you? James said, and when the car fell scilent, James contunied with an assumptive statement directed towards Jared.

"Jared, you better never do anything to hurt Alex or you'll have me to deal with!” He said so factually.

My eyes shot to the rear-view mirror, and there I found a shocked Jared with his jaw dropped in his lap, and his face turing a deep shade of dickhead red. I struggled to say something, anything, a denial of course, but I couldn't. No matter how much I loved James, I couldn't simply deny something that Jared lived for. I could not sit there a deny the pleasure that he gave me almost every night.

"Come on! You guy's aren't fooling me!" James said. "What have the two of you been up to?"

“Show him Jared.” I said, and that seemed to bring a little levity to a very tence moment. It acknowledged James suspicion while putting the matter to rest. Well....for a little while at least. 

When we pulled into my driveway, I didn’t notice how quiet it had gotten in the car. I don't think that there was a word that had been spoken all of the way to my house. James just sighed knowing that his comment was the cause of the tence feeling in the air.

"Come on guy's! Don't trip out on this. If I would have known you'd freak out like this, I'd have kept my mouth shut. It just seemed silly to pretend that I didn't know about something that was so obvious." James said.

"What do you mean by [obvious]?" Jared said from the back seat.

"Jared! I see the way you look at Alex. You're in love with him, and I think that it's so awesome. Alex is a great guy, and your lucky because you guys are perfect for each other." James said.

James couldn't see what I could from the rear view mirror. He couldn't see the tears streaming down Jared's face. I knew why Jared was crying, and what struck me with absolute fear, was that James would know in just a matter of seconds. I dropped my head in my hands just as Jared sniffiled, drawing James attention. He looked back and saw Jared crying with his mouth hanging open, but no sound was coming out. He was hurting more then I had ever seen anyone hurt.

"Whoa! - What the fuck just happened? What did I say?" James said frightfully.

Jared got out of the car, but took the time to go face-to-face with James throught he car window.

"He doesn't love me asshole, he loves you! - Are you fucking happy now?" Jared said as he cried like I had never seen before. My heart ached for him, and now I was left there alone with James to deal with this new revalation.

But not for long. James bolted from the car and ran after Jared. I swear, I thought that I was going to have a heart attack right there in my driveway. I could only watch as James caught up to Jared in the neighbors front lawn. He pulled on his arm while Jared struggled to get away. Jared just gave up as James put his arms around him. I saw Jared's paperback slowly fall out of his hand and fall to the ground. It looked like James had to hold him up, as if his legs gave out from under him.

What was happening to me? - What in the fuck was happening to me! I just wanted to run over there, but I was frozen in the front seat of my car. I wanted to run over and pull, no not pull, but tear James away from Jared. To end this embrace that had me seathing with jealousy. 

I was filled with rage and jaelousy watching someone hug a person that I loved and wanted all to myself. I wasn't jealous because Jared was hugging James, but because James was hugging Jared, my Jared. The only one I have ever held in my arms. The only person to look into my eyes and say "I love you!" 

How could Jared stand there and allow James to hold him like that? That was my job! I'm the one that he love to be held by, not James. James had that fucking whore Janice and if he thinks that I'm going to let him have Jared too, then he's in for the ass kicking of his mother fucking life.

I bolted from my car and took off running. Jared looked up and saw my coming. The look on his face must be what caused James to turn around just as I sacked his ass like I had seen him do at all of his little football practices.

"Don't you ever put you fucking arms around him like that. Jared loves me, not you" I said.

"Hey! you don't love him. Since Janice don't suck dick I thought I let Jared do it" James said.

I'm not sure in what order things happened next, but James got socked in the mouth, I reached down and picked up Jared's book, and then I told him that I did love him. I wrapped my arms around Jared and I told him that I loved him and kissed him right there in my neighbors yard.

It was all such a blur, but what was crystal clear was that I took Jared be the hand, walked with him back to my house and gave up my virginity to him, in my bedroom, on my bed. It wasn't until after we had both cum a few times that Jared suddenly remembered to tell me something.

"You know that James did all of that for us. He didn't mean any of it. I don't think that he expected you to sock him like that though. You might want to be prepared to get you ass kicked on Monday."

"Whatever? - It was worth it."

Jared helps Alex and James repair their friendship, but these chapters are only worth what reviews this part get's.