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Eric and Mike make up
|As I walked home, I smiled to myself as I counted my blessings. Things weren’t always perfect between Mike and me, but we always seemed to work things out, and after we did, our relationship just got tighter and tighter. He was so special to me – I woke up in the morning and couldn’t wait to hear his voice, and almost every day, it was the last thing I heard before I went to bed. That he had done a stupid thing by secretly taking steroids somehow made me love him even more. Perhaps for the first time, I’d really seen that he needed me. He needed me to help him see the bad things the steroids did to him so that he could weigh them against the good. Now he’d need me to help him stay away from them, and I was ready to give him whatever help he needed.
Knowing he needed me, and only me made me feel so good. I hoped he knew that – because it didn’t seem like the sort of thing you could just come out and say. I thought about it some more. Maybe it was the sort of thing I could tell him, ‘knowing that you need me makes me feel good’, I could say that.
I headed to my room. I was so eager for Mike get there, I couldn’t keep my mind on anything else. As I was fidgeting around waiting for Mike to show up, I noticed my old sketchbook. I used to draw a lot before I met Mike. I had been lonely with a lot of time on my hands, so I drew. I picked up the book and looked at the old sketches. They were always pictures of guys, and the guys always had hot bodies – of course. As I paged through the book, I noticed something about all the sketches. The faces were either missing, or sad. The heads were bent forward, looking down or looking away. Not only that, each sketch only had one guy in it. Never two or three - just one sad, lonely, very cute guy. Had I really been that sad? I guess I was.
I opened the pad to a fresh page and started drawing. First I drew a guy lying on his side. His head was propped up in his hand as he leaned on his elbow. The guy had dark hair, shorts and tank top. He had a nice body, although not the hottest I’d ever sketched. Then I drew a second guy. One knee was on the ground; his other leg was bent as he kneeled. This guy was wearing shorts too, but no shirt. His body was beautiful, the best I’d ever imagined drawing. He was blond and had an incredible face. Then I drew their two hands clasped. They were looking at each other and loving what they were seeing. Just as I was putting the finishing touches on the picture, someone knocked on my door. I quickly wrote, “I’m glad you need me, because I need you” Under the picture. I put the pad down just as Mike and Justin walked in.
“Hey boys! I didn’t expect to you to bring Justin. So I guess you two made up, huh?”
“Yep, we made up, and relax horndog!” Justin laughed, “I’m just here for a few minutes.” He put his arm around Mike’s shoulders as he said this.
“Yep, he’s got something to tell you, and I think you’re going to like it!” Mike chimed in, putting his arm around Justin’s waist.
Justin couldn’t wait to tell me something. Before I had a chance to say anything; he started in on his story. “I was working out with big Mike yesterday and he told me that he and Carl are going to enter a pro qualifier show in two weeks. They’ve been dieting and training like crazy. They’re definitely ready to go. Big Mike says he can get us tickets if we want to go!” Justin was beside himself with the news.
“Right on! Where is it?” I said excitedly. I’d seen the big boys on TV, but seeing it real life would be incredible.
Justin’s smile retreated a little. “That’s the only problem. It’s in Las Vegas.”
“I think I can talk my parents into letting me take the car there, but if we want to see the pre-judging, we’ll need to stay over. I don’t think they’d rent us a room because we aren’t eighteen.” Mike sounded concerned, but there was a tone to his voice that said ‘you can fix this, right Eric?’ And I figured I could.
“I don’t really think that will be a problem. My Dad’s company owns a minority stake in at least one of the big hotels on the strip. I’m sure he can pull some strings and get the three of us a room.” Mike looked at Justin like he was practically going to bust a gut waiting for Justin to tell me something else.
“Um, well, um, Eric?” Justin’s face was turning bright red as was fumbling to tell me something, “it will actually be four of us.” He said grinning an embarrassed but happy smile.
Mike’s mouth was open and he was pointing at Justin from about six different angles. I looked at Justin with a stunned expression. “Does this mean Justin has a boyfriend?” We started teasing him mercilessly. Finally, we stopped to catch our breath and to let him explain.
“Ok, ok you two. I don’t know if I’d call him a boyfriend, but I’ve gotten to be really good friends with Zack, the guy from my class who was in your bodybuilding show. So I want him to come to see this show with us, if it’s ok.” As he stopped talking, he looked at Mike and me to see if we were going to keep teasing him. Of course we were!
“Zack, huh?” I said with a huge cheesy grin, “oh, she’s too damn pretty for you, Justin!”
Mike started in on him too. “She’s probably the only one in his school who can actually beat him up! Who leads when you two dance, huh Justin?”
After we finally stopped, he was still smiling. “Are you two done now?” We nodded that we were. “I don’t even know if he’s gay, but we’ve been talking about bodybuilding and other stuff and he’s really cool – so please don’t tease him like this, please guys?!?”
I looked at his pleading expression and couldn’t bring myself to taunt him anymore. “No problem, J-boy. We’ll treat him like royalty. One thing though – if we’re all sharing a hotel room, you’d better tell him about Mike and me. I don’t think we can play straight boys for an entire weekend.”
Justin frowned a little. “Ok, fair enough.” He said. “I’m going to call him – you two girls have fun tonight!” He didn’t wait for an answer as he practically ran out of the room.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed and Mike was still standing in the middle of the room. As Justin left, Mike walked over grinning at me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the bed. He crawled on top of me and paused for a second while his sparkling blue eyes searched deeply into mine. “Are you as happy as I am right now?” he asked. I nodded eagerly and we kissed for what seemed like hours. He’d wrapped his now huge arm around behind my head and pulled me in so tightly to him. He knew how much a loved that. It sent me to “our special place” and he loved taking me there. He finally pushed himself after a bit and looked at me again.
“Thanks for today, bro. I needed someone to kick my ass. I’m glad you were there to do it for me.” I mouthed the words ‘any time’ to him and just watched his face. He noticed the sketchbook next to me.
“What’s this?” he said as he grabbed it and sat up. He turned it over and saw the picture I had drawn. “Hmmm.” He said regarding it for few seconds. “I didn’t know you could draw like this.”
“It’s one of my many hidden talents.” I watched his expression trying to read his thoughts.
“So the guy laying down is you?”
“Yep, it’s me.”
“And the, um, rather amazing looking guy on his knee is me?”
“Wow, I’m glad you think I look like that. I’ll do my best to live up to your mental image.” He turned and smiled at me and then looked back the picture. “I don’t understand though. Why I’m I helping you up? Seems like after today, you should be the one who’s helping me.”
I looked at him and smiled softly, “who says you’re helping me up? Here. Let me show you how it works.” I extended my hand to him and he took it, grinning. Then I leaned back down the bed and pulled him back on top of me. “See? It can go either way.” We started kissing again. In a way, it was one of the tenderest moments we’d ever had. We moved together perfectly, it was just Mike and I; the rest of the world was light years away.
I would have been content not to have sex that night. Mike finally broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. “I get the feeling you’d be happy doing this all night.” I nodded to him. “I would too, but the roids are still happily running around in me – I’m sorry, but I HAVE to get off!”
“Alright, but let me take care of you, ok? He nodded. He sat up and I jumped up off the bed. He started to take his clothes off, but I smacked his hand. “I said – let me!” He folded his hands in his lap and sat there quietly smiling. First, I put the sketchbook on my desk, and then I shut off the lights and lit a couple of candles. I stripped off my clothes, then went over and pulled Mike’s shirt off over his head. I kneeled down in front of him and pulled off his shoes and socks. Then, I crawled forward a little bit and unbuttoned the top button on his shorts. With my teeth, I grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Using my teeth and hands, I pulled off his shorts; we were now both totally naked. Still on my knees, I started giving him the best blowjob I knew how.
After a minute or so, I twisted my head to look up at him. He smiled at me approvingly and then let his head drift back. I worked faster and faster, and as he got more into it, he instinctively grabbed the back of my head, but only for a split second. His hands immediately went back to his sides. I think he realized that he was being aggressive again, and that maybe I didn’t want that from him. Without missing a beat, I reached up and grabbed his hands and placed them back on my head. At first his touch was light, it felt incredible, but I wanted the aggressive Mike. I put my hands on his and pushed them hard into my head. He got the idea and took me more forcefully.
Less than a minute later, we were both blowing our loads. I swallowed everything he gave me and kept right on blowing him. His dick softened just slightly for a moment and then hardened again. His hands found there way back to my head and in about five or six minutes Mike’s second load was safely in my stomach. This time I stopped and looked up at him. I don’t know exactly why I felt I needed his approval to badly right then, but I did. I knew I’d done what he wanted, but I needed so badly for him to show me that.
He read the look in my eyes. He put his hand under my armpits and hoisted me up onto him and kissed me so deeply. His arms were wrapped around me so tightly, I could barely breath, but he wasn’t going to let go of me for anything. When we finally decided to go to sleep, I cuddled against him and again he wrapped his arms around me, and our legs intertwined. As I closed my eyes, he whispered, “Can I have that picture you drew?”
“You can have anything of mine you want.”
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