by David Horne
“Together Forever”
M/M Gay Romance
David Horne
© 2020
David Horne
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Alex Davidson
Daniel Morris placed his hand on top of mine, in an attempt to ease me. I realize I can get quite competitive at the swimming trials. As he touches me, I begin to feel that pain in my stomach that I haven’t felt in a long time. My heart also started to beat faster, and my legs were no longer capable of supporting the weight of my body.
I’m not sure if Daniel even realized the state in which he left me. I wasn’t cold, despite being completely naked, yet my body was trembling.
Since there was no one in the showers yet, I decided to go ahead and shower at once. Daniel quickly followed me and also began to shower, right by my side, which made me even more nervous. It has only been a week since Daniel has come back, and I already feel what I felt for him when we were both in high school together.
I’ve missed him a lot over these last eight years, even if our relationship is not what it used to be. We were best friends since we the age of five and we were also neighbors, so that means that we used to spend a lot of time together.
I took it hard when he left the state to go to college. Like all best friends, we made plans to study at the same college and everything, but that never happened. Unfortunately, I had to stay behind in our hometown, due to my father having a stroke. It was sudden and unexpected, and I had to get my plane tickets refunded. However, Daniel still went without me, even if he did beg me to let him stay. I just know that if I didn’t let him go, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life.
We tried texting each other daily and even play online games together, and we did so for a little while. However, Daniel quickly made friends over there, and we kind of stopped talking with each other. I don’t blame him for that, but I wish that he would’ve made more of an effort to keep me in his life. He never came to visit me once.
We still followed each other on social media, and that was the only contact that I had with him. Through there, I saw him going out with his friends, going to parties, and I even met his girlfriends. He’s currently single, but he was dating a girl named Alicia for four years. I know all of this because I happened to check on his account more times than I would’ve liked to admit.
I know they broke up before he came back because they both deleted all their photos together. Daniel was always a good-looking guy, especially when we were in high school. He was the popular jock who could have any girl he wanted, but Daniel was actually a lovely guy, at least he always was to me.
Looking back, I didn’t even know that what I felt for him at that time was love, but I always knew that all the nights that I spent crying in my bedroom at night were because he meant so much more than a friend to me. And he was now gone. I only accepted that I was gay at 19, and Daniel was no longer in my life by then, so I could never tell him. I wonder if he knows.
Right now, Daniel is stroking his hair with shampoo, allowing me to appreciate his physique one more time. He has dark-blond hair, long enough that he needs to brush it to the side to keep it off his eyes. His body is in good shape, which reflects on his muscled arms, legs, and his six-pack, but he is still slim. His body is almost hairless, with just a couple of short blond hairs around his dick and balls, on his legs and his armpits. He shaves his beard off, which helps to show off his amazingly handsome face with gorgeous baby-blue eyes.
Daniel quickly opens his eyes and sees me staring at his body. I immediately look away and, as I am looking down, quickly see that my dick is hard as a rock. With my face now burning up from the embarrassment, I try to face the wall, turning my back onto him. I sincerely hope that he didn’t see my hard dick, but he still knows that I was looking at him.
Two male voices were now echoing in the showers, meaning that some other teams were heading out as well. I was in trouble. There was no way to hide my boner now. I quickly grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my body, and left. Daniel was staring at me curiously, and he didn’t look away when I looked at him.
My hard dick was somewhat noticeable from the towel, but I didn’t care at this point. As soon as I arrived at the locker room, I sat down, hiding my embarrassment. Daniel also got out of the shower, as the other team took to the showers. He was staring at me while he was walking in my direction with his bad-guy charm. I couldn’t decipher his expression, though.
He rubbed his towel against his dick and then moved it upwards onto his head, revealing his big and flaccid cock. It was a thick one, but not too thick and, at least for me, it was a beautiful cock. He was uncut, and his skin was barely enough stretched to reveal a little tease of his glans.
“What happened?” he asked, pointing with his head down to my body.
“Nothing,” I lied.
“Sure,” he sarcastically disagreed as he turned away.
I was pretty sure that my face was red as a tomato, and his little interaction just helped my dick to remain hard. I was screwed. Slowly, while I was still sitting and covered with my towel, I opened my sports bag and took out my boxers. Daniel was still facing away, so I took the opportunity to quickly get up and put on my pants. Since I always wear tight pants, if someone were to look close enough, they would be able to tell that I had a hard-on. So, I decided to tie my jacket around my waist to cover it.
Daniel quickly finished getting ready and waited by my side while I put my shirt on. My body is similar to Daniel’s. I have a six-pack that I am really proud of and am a bit muscled overall. In terms of appearance, I am just a bit shorter than him, my hair is short and dark black, my eyes are light brown, and my body is a little bit hairier than his, but it’s still nothing crazy.
He stared at the jacket around my waist, but he didn’t comment on it.
“Ready to go?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I replied.
Daniel’s staying at his old house, where he grew up, and where his parents still live. The house is on my street, and as I park my car near his home to drop him off, I get major childhood vibes. When we were both in high school, we used to go out a lot. Since my mother works from home as a writer, I could always use her car to drive us anywhere and anytime we wanted.
The time that Daniel and I used to spend together was always something upsetting to his other friends. I’m still a nerd, but I was the embodied definition of a nerd at the time, while Daniel was a popular athlete jock. Everyone that knew us found our relationship to be very odd. However, we knew that our relationship had a unique background. Not only did we grow up together, but our parents were also longtime friends.
Daniel’s friends used to bully other kids like me, and the only reason they didn’t go near me was that I was close to Daniel. I was always different. I had no friends and was too focused on my studies, while Daniel was the complete opposite. He started to get invited to parties that I would’ve never been asked to go if it wasn’t for him.
Although I didn’t go to as many parties as he did, he always asked me if I wanted to join him. I think the reason that made me follow him the most was because I liked to spend time with him, even if that meant watching him make out with a different girl at each party.
He was away for so long that now he is the one without any friends. Not that I am super popular myself, but I do know some people from work and some more places. That’s the reason I asked him to join me in taking swimming lessons, and I think that he enjoyed his two sessions so far.
Today is Friday, and it’s when I usually have dinner with my friends from the gym. Some of them are straight, but the majority of them are queer people. I guess that’s why I didn’t invite Daniel to join us yet. I’m afraid of his reaction when he finds out about my sexuality. I know that’s wrong, but I kind of want to hide it a little longer just so that I can enjoy his company more.
“See you later,” he says, opening the car door.
“Do you want to have dinner tonight?” I asked him.
He looked at me with a stern expression and then paused for a moment.
“Sure. Should we order pizza?” Daniel suggested.
I was caught off-guard with his invitation. He was proposing to have dinner, just the two of us, and it sounded incredibly romantic. I’m not one to ditch my friends over a boy, but he wasn’t just any boy. He is my first love.
“That sounds great,” I replied to him.
He smiled and then got out of the car. The knot in my stomach was already making me sick, and I hadn't felt like this since we were both in high school. It’s incredible how these feelings can just come back to us like they never left.
Since I was never capable of acknowledging my love for him when I was younger, this time around, I am feeling everything more intensively. That’s because I now understand how he truly makes me feel.
As soon as I got home, I immediately texted my friends’ group chat to inform them that I wasn’t going to be able to go to tonight’s dinner.
“Hey, Mom,” I greeted her.
She was sitting on the couch watching television. My mom isn’t the average mother. After my dad died three years ago, she has been taking a more spiritual approach to life. I don’t mean it religiously, or that she can see dead people walking around our house. What I mean is that she has been taking on a journey of self-discovery.
That even made her more successful since her last book about self-help has grossed over millions of copies worldwide, making her somewhat of a phenomenon.
Unlike me, she rocks natural, light-blonde, long hair and a killer physique for her age. She was the one who made me start going to the gym. My mom is also very fashionable and, especially more recently, she has been wearing more modern outfits.
Since we live in a small town, people were expecting her to mourn my father’s death by staying depressed and covered in black clothes. But I was never a supporter of that myself.
“How is Daniel?” she asked.
“Still adjusting, I think.”
“Just be his friend,” she said. “He’s going to need it.”
I nodded and went to my room. A feeling of sadness quickly took over me as I reflected on my mother’s words. Daniel needs a friend, and I am here for him, but where was he when I needed him? Why didn’t Daniel call me when my dad died? He didn’t even come to his funeral. How can I be so forgiving of his actions?
My phone vibrated. It was from Carla, my co-worker. She replied to the group chat, saying, “what aren’t you telling us?” She’s referring to me skipping tonight’s dinner. They always know when I’m up to something.
I threw my phone onto my bed, without replying, and closed my bedroom door. As always, I turned on my computer and also changed into some more comfortable clothes. As soon as my PC turned on, I sat on my gaming chair. A typical day for me usually consists of playing videogames, watching movies, and television shows.
However, at the moment, I had to let go of some steam from the showers' incident. My dick wasn’t hard anymore, but I was left with blue balls and needed to unload. I searched the web for some gay porn and satisfied myself watching a video of two hunks going at it, just the type of guy Daniel classifies as.
My dick isn’t too big, but it’s not small either. I am circumcised, and I also classify myself as a grower, which means that my dick increases exponentially when hard. Once I was done jerking off, I cleaned myself with some paper tissues and tossed them away.
On my computer, I now opened my favorite game and checked to see if my virtual friends were online. I’ve been friends with some of them since Daniel left. At that time, I was feeling incredibly alone, so I immersed myself in a lot of online videogames and met some really cool people in the process.
Some of my friends were indeed online, and we connected via voice chat. We played a few matches of a fun shooter game, and before I realized, Daniel was already texting me to schedule our dinner. It was 7:30pm, and I replied to him, telling him to come over to my place.
I was getting quite nervous again, so I went downstairs to check if my mom had already left. We’ve both made a commitment since I have my Friday dinner with my friends from the gym, so she also has dinner every Friday with her friends from Yoga.
The living room was empty, and her key was no longer on top of our hallway dresser. Not that I needed my mom gone to have dinner with Daniel – I am obviously not expecting anything to happen – but something about being alone with him was making me shaky.
He arrived quickly. He rang the doorbell almost as soon as I was getting downstairs. I opened the door and told him to come inside.
“Wow, this place is so different,” he said while looking around in awe.
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since you’ve been here,” I reminded him.
His expression drastically changed. Maybe he was remorseful of never having checked on me all those years. That was, however, a conversation I was planning to have with him later tonight.
“What should we order?” he asks me.
“Pizza sounds great,” I suggested.
“Great,” he agreed, picking up his phone right away.
While Daniel was ordering the pizza, I went ahead and got some drinks out of the fridge. I don’t drink beer, which is Daniel’s favorite choice, but I had some bottles of my favorite white wine. It has a sweet fruity flavor that I really enjoy.
Daniel stared at the bottle for a while but didn’t say anything about it, so I poured us one glass each and handed one over to him. He took a sip, and his expression seemed to reveal that he’d enjoyed it. I was quite proud of that.
I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Daniel went on to sit by my side, a bit too close to me, in my opinion. The presence of his body so near to mine was arousing the most surreal reactions of my body. I was already shaking, feeling a massive knot in my stomach, and knew I couldn't even focus on the TV because the only thing I could t
hink of was how close his body was to mine.
The doorbell rang, breaking the tension between the two of us, and I quickly got up to open it. Daniel followed me and was already reaching for his wallet to pay for the meal.
“I’ll pay,” I informed Daniel.
I’m not quite sure if he appreciated that action, considering the killer look he just gave me, but he didn’t insist on it. I paid for the dinner using my phone, and Daniel took the boxes inside. Once the delivery guy was gone, I closed the door and went to join him.
He was setting up the three pizzas he ordered on the coffee table near the couch. I was surprised to see that he bought three of the same type, and they were all my favorite, pepperoni.
“I can’t believe you still remember this!” I said to him with a smile.
The pepperoni pizza was the only type of pizza we used to eat when we were still in high school. It wasn’t Daniel’s favorite, but he knew it was mine. None of the other flavors ever enticed me as much as this one.
Daniel took a slice, and I did the same. This time, he was the first one to sit on the couch, and, as a stupid idea of mine, I decided to sit right by his side again.
My living room was overtaken with silence, as we were both just eating while watching TV. And what was on it wasn’t even that good, I was just re-watching some old funny animation shows. I could feel the tension in the room, but I couldn’t interpret it.
Every time Daniel went to grab another slice of pizza, his leg would slide against mine, like a knife cutting my skin. We were so close to each other that my desire for him was awakening again. I took the opportunity, when I went to grab another slice of pizza, to appreciate his gorgeous face. I looked him right in the eyes, and he looked right back at mine.
For everything wrong that he made me feel when he stopped talking to me, his presence on this couch, so close to me, was making me realize why I was able to forgive him. What he made me feel during all my childhood and teenage years was priceless. He was always kind to me, caring, and he constantly had my back. That’s why I fell in love with him back then. And that was why, right now, I was feeling an urge to kiss him.