The Preacher's Daughter

by Valerie Reyes

  Greg looked at the TV. He couldn’t believe what had just happened or how much he had actually liked it, but one thing was for sure: He wasn’t simply straight.

  Chapter 6

  At some point, the men had managed to clean themselves up and look like nothing had happened. The initial euphoria of their act was gone. Now, they watched TV like a pair of normal guys hanging out. There was nothing sexual about the remainder of their time together as the day went. But in their minds, fantasies were raging about what they could do to each other and what they wanted to do in the future.

  With that going on, the hours passed by quickly, with no sign of Alexandra. She seemed to be having a great time with her girlfriends. The men began to yawn, looking at each other and then the time. It was half past twelve. Where was she? If she didn’t show up soon, Greg faced the risk of whisking Steve into bed.

  The idea was tempting, but just as he was about to put it into effect the front door opened up and Alexandra walked in, a large smile on her face. Her eyes were shining brightly and she looked excited. The two men looked at each other before looking up at her curiously.

  “I’m going to Vegas!” she called out, filling the house with her high-pitched screams. She reeked of booze and cigarette smoke, and as Greg walked up to her, he was actually turned off, thinking of the lovely experience he had just had with Greg. Sex with his girlfriend now seemed to make him cringe. Was he really losing interest in her and falling in love with Steve?

  “Vegas!” she yelled again, squealing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him down in her eagerness. Greg pried her off him, keeping her at arm’s length, looking at her.

  “What are you talking about, Lexi?” he asked.

  “I won!” she giggled, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a prepaid ticket to Las Vegas, Nevada. Greg looked at it in shock, wondering how she got her hands on such a thing. It was expensive to go to Vegas from the East Coast.

  “How?”

  “They had a raffle at the mall and I won. I get to bring three other people with me!” She hiccupped in her excitement.

  Greg smiled. “Should I pack my bags then?” he grinned, thinking he would spend some time gambling the nights away.

  “Hell no. You’re staying home! I’m going with my girlfriends!” she giggled, walking away, swaying her hips. Greg watched her, dumbfounded. Was she really picking her friends over him? Grumpily, he sat back down. Steve moved closer, slowly comforting him.

  “Hey, it’s alright. You can stay home with me,” he whispered, winking. “I’ll make it even better than Las Vegas,” he whispered sexily, his lips slowly trailing Greg’s ear lobe. Greg pushed him away, growling.

  “Alexandra could see us. Stop,” he commanded, looking a little mad as he stood up. Steve frowned, knowing he had upset his new lover.

  Eventually, it was time for Alexandra to leave for the trip. She was all excited and dolled up for her week-long excursion. Her bags were packed and she had no regret about leaving the two men together, being oblivious to the romance slowly growing between them. Kissing her boyfriend, she left the house.

  Greg walked away from the door and into the kitchen, a little numb about the whole experience. He still couldn’t believe that Alexandra had chosen to go on vacation without him. On the other hand, however, it meant he had the house to himself. Well, mostly.

  Steve was still living there, which might be a good or a bad thing. Even though Greg had loved the threesome and the hand job, he still wasn’t sure about the whole ordeal. There was a part of him that didn’t want to admit that he was sexually attracted to another man. It felt weird to think that he could be gay after so many years of believing he was straight.

  Still, he couldn’t deny his feelings for the man. Every time their skin touched, it felt like he was being shocked with a blast of electricity, as his every nerve ending was set on edge. It was a magical experience and half the time Greg wanted nothing more than to be wrapped around his new friend, but still something was keeping him back.

  “It’s just us now,” Steve said, entering the kitchen with a smirk. He walked with something that looked like swagger in his step, as he leaned over the counter with his tempting ass on display and gave Greg a come-hither look. Greg stopped for a moment, contemplating his options.

  As he looked at the man, he knew he had to be true to himself. He had to admit just how he felt or he would never forgive himself once Steve left. “Steve,” he finally uttered, his voice barely audible in the large kitchen.

  “Hmm?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming mysteriously as he smiled at the quarterback.

  “I…I have to admit something.” Greg’s voice was serious as he looked down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs, trying to figure out what exactly to say. Should he just come out and say it?

  “What is it?” Steve asked, walking up to him slowly, his hand resting on the man’s bare arm, feeling the muscles ripple as Greg clenched his fists. Steve moved his fingertips down Greg’s arm, until his hand rested on his fist, carefully bringing it up to about chest level, trying to relax it.

  Greg eventually gave in, opening his fist. Steve smiled and interlocked their fingers, making Greg blush a little. Their eyes locked and his heart thudded quickly, making the color on his cheeks intensify even more. Steve smiled encouragingly, noticing the need Greg had to say something. He could tell there was a lot on the jock’s mind as he looked into those jade eyes.

  “I like you.”

  Chapter 7

  Steve was taken by surprise. He knew the larger man was sexually attracted to him, but he didn’t expect him to admit it. Still, he smiled big, realizing what this meant. Maybe he had a shot at being with him after all. Steve’s smile widened before he got on his tippy toes and kissed Greg hard, letting the passion between them take over.

  The kiss intensified until they were leaning against the counter making out. Greg gave in to his inner desires, kissing back hard and rough, his tongue slowly making its way into his lover’s mouth. His heart was racing a mile a minute, making his face flush with color as his hands rested on Steve’s face, pulling him closer. He could smell his scent, an aroma of peppermint soap, and smiled.

  But then, he suddenly pulled away, destroying the moment that had developed between them. Steve looked up at him, a question in his eyes. Why did he do it? Was he not enjoying it?

  “I like you…but I don’t know…” Greg stammered, still struggling with his inner turmoil.

  “Why not?” Steve asked, a little hurt.

  “Because…well, first there is Alexandra. I don’t want to hurt her, and if we go all the way, won’t it be cheating? And second, I don’t know if I can…” he whispered, being brutally honest with his new love interest.

  Steve nodded, understanding Greg’s concerns as a soft frown contorted his lips. “I see. But you said you liked me,” he whispered, pressing his body closer.

  “I do, but…” Greg whispered, feeling himself slowly gravitate toward the smaller man. He wanted to find a better reason for why he shouldn’t be doing this, but failed to come up with one. His heart yearned for this man and his member was already throbbing, eager for them to spend the night together.

  He sighed, running his fingers through his short brown hair before quickly grabbing the man, carrying him up the stairs. “Fuck it, let’s do this,” he said, climbing the stairs two at a time. Soon enough, they were in the bedroom together, and Greg threw Steve onto the bed before pouncing on him.

  He wasn’t thinking straight anymore. Instead, he was letting his body do all the work. He kissed the man’s neck, his lips slowly making their way all over his skin. His hands went to his wrists, pinning him down with ease as his tongue drew small circles on his skin.

  Their hips pressed together, grinding into one another until their members were straining against their pants. Their eyes locked together and the spark that had grown between them was now ignited into a full-fledged fire. In a fury,
their clothes were strewn across the room as they tore at each other, eager to see one another naked once more.

  Steve grinned at the well-endowed man, knowing it would be a great night. Greg was also grinning as he looked down at Steve, his dick at full attention between his hips. Roughly, he grabbed it, squeezing it hard, before he rubbed it up and down, mimicking what Steve had done to him just a few days ago.

  Within moments, Steve was on all fours, wiggling his hips back and forth, trying to tempt his lover. Greg looked down, seeing Steve’s ass sway back and forth, his balls hanging between his legs. His dick throbbed as he held it, rubbing it a bit, teasing himself as his other hand reach out, a finger slowly running between Steve’s cheeks until it found his hole. Slowly, he pressed his finger inside, treating this moment like any time he would have anal with his girlfriend.

  Soon his finger was knuckle deep in Steve’s ass and he started to move it in and out, before adding another finger, moving them both, trying to loosen up the tight little hole. When he was satisfied with his work, he moved forward, aligning his dick with the entrance. With one rough plunge, he was balls deep in his partner. Steve screamed out, feeling the large member fill up his every inch. He tightened around the man, feeling full in capacity. In fact, it felt like Greg could rip him apart.

  Greg reached forward, now in a dominant position, grabbing Steve’s hair and yanking on it hard, until Steve’s back arched. Greg grinned, noticing the curve of Steve’s spine as he leaned forward, his tongue trailing down Steve’s spine as his hips started to slam into him every few seconds, filling the room with a slapping noise.

  The two men moaned together, their sounds of pleasure swirling around the room, egging each other on, until they were fucking like animals, clawing and biting at each other with a passion that left marks all over their bodies.

  They tried different positions and different rooms until the whole house was littered with their presence as lovers. Their moans could be heard outside as they continued until the early hours of the morning. But eventually, that fire burned out, dying as they reached the couch, collapsing onto it after Steve had ridden Greg’s cock one last time.

  Now they slumped against each other, Greg’s arms wrapped around Steve, making him feel loved. They were both breathing hard, covered in a thin layer of sweat as they sat there, surrounded by nothing more than the sound of their heavy breathing.

  They took a moment to compose themselves before Greg got up, carrying Steve up the stairs to the bedroom, his dick still nestled in the man’s ass, making him moan with every step he took.

  Soon, however, they were lying down on the bed, cuddled together. Greg had never felt this much pleasure with anyone before, let alone his girlfriend. As he looked into Steve’s warm hazel eyes, he knew he couldn’t go on living if he kept denying his affection for Steve.

  “I love you.”

  Chapter 8

  Even though Greg had admitted through those three fatal words that he had feelings for another man, he still had his doubts. He didn’t know how his life would change now that he had accepted these urges.

  He couldn’t go on dating his girlfriend if he was sexually attracted to someone else. He feared hurting her through the breakup that was sure to happen. He wondered how she would take it and what he would say.

  As he lay there, newly awakened after their blissful night together, he got scared about the changes to come. He liked his current life and didn’t want anything to change, but now everything was different. What would other people think? Would he still be considered manly if he liked other men, or would he be the laughingstock of the community?

  He sighed, looking over at Steve, who was still fast asleep. He leaned forward and kissed the man’s cheek, knowing deep in his heart that he had made the right decision. But still, he was worried. He didn’t know what to do, and that same fear nagged at him throughout Alexandra’s time in Vegas.

  As the week drew to an end, he was a ball of nerves. The men remained intimate, fucking whenever they could and watching football whenever it was on, but once Greg’s mind had a free moment to itself, it would crawl back to the possibility of his world being ruined.

  Eventually, Alexandra came back, the front door opening with a flourish. Her once pale skin was now tanned from countless hours in the Nevada sun. She smiled brightly, about to hug her boyfriend, when he stopped her. She looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong.

  “Lexi, I need to tell you something,” he whispered, looking a little nervous. Steve, who was across the house in the kitchen, heard the sound of Greg's voice and perked up, realizing there was someone else in the house. He got up from the table and walked over to the living room, seeing Alexandra. He stopped in his tracks. In his bliss, he had completely forgotten about her. He wondered what would happen now that she was back. Would Greg throw him to the curb to be with his beautiful girlfriend? He at least hoped they would invite him back for a threesome every now and then.

  “I like someone else,” Greg said bluntly, shocking her. Her face looked confused as she stared into his green eyes.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice surprisingly calm for the situation at hand. Steve, overhearing the conversation, suddenly smiled, realizing what the words meant. So Greg was picking him over her? Steve was shocked.

  Happily, he walked over and grabbed the man’s hand, holding it gently, locking their fingers together. Alexandra looked at them for a moment before realization came over her.

  “Ohhh, so I leave for a week and you two go gay for each other?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Greg blushed at her statement, but after a moment he nodded. He was gay. There was nothing wrong with that. “Well, that makes my life a little easier.”

  “Huh?” the men uttered in unison. Alexandra opened the door, peeking out her head, seemingly calling someone into the house. The sound of a car door closing echoed and soon enough, a short girl showed up.

  “This is Nyssa,” she explained. The two men were still confused as they looked at the small girl. “In Vegas…well, things got a little crazy. You know how it is. Only this particular thing didn’t stay in Vegas,” she said, chuckling, and then showed off her hand, a sparkling ring on her finger. “We got married!”

  Greg’s jaw hung agape. While he was worrying himself sick about what Alexandra would think about the situation, she was off getting married to some girl he didn’t even know. This was ironic.

  “You married her!?” he asked, surprised.

  “Yeah. It was one of those spur-of-the-moment things. You know how Vegas is,” she chuckled, holding Nyssa’s hand. The small girl giggled. “This makes breaking up much easier, doesn’t it? I always knew our sex was a little off.” Greg blushed in embarrassment.

  “Hey, he is great in bed!” Steve interjected, trying to defend his lover. Greg colored even more.

  “To you, maybe, but to me, it was… meh. But Nyssa here, she’s a Sagittarius, and you know what they say…” Alexandra chuckled, a naughty secret in her words. Greg couldn’t take this anymore. He still loved his girlfriend, and he didn’t want to know about her relationship with someone else.

  “That’s great, Lexi, but I don’t want to hear about it, just like you don’t want to hear about Steve and me,” he explained. She nodded, understanding his preference.

  “We can still be friends, right?” she asked, looking up at him. She still loved him. It just wasn’t something sexual anymore.

  “Of course,” he smiled, kissing her cheek. With that, she whisked away from his life, going with Nyssa. The men were now left alone.

  This all came as a shock. It didn’t even seem real. But now they were allowed to stay together in the house, without any heartbreak or regret. Steve smiled at the endless possibilities as he reached up, kissing Greg, who was pulled out of his daze and brought back to Earth. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Steve before picking him up. Steve jumped, wrapping his legs around Greg’s waist. All of a sudden, Greg slammed him int
o the wall, pushing their hips together, rubbing against each other, driving them both toward the edge of excitement again.

  The men grinned at each other, knowing what was to come. They kissed, before locking eyes, looking at each other lovingly.

  Steve smiled. “Thank you.”

  Greg tilted his head. “What for?”

  “Not kicking me out when I was down and under. I really needed to find a place to stay and get back on my own two feet, and now life couldn’t be better,” he admitted happily. Greg just chuckled, kissing his lover once more, not an ounce of hesitation in his movement.

  Tied in Knots

  Chapter 1

  It was the first Friday night of the semester. Students everywhere were partying hard before the onslaught of homework and exams entered their realm of existence and consumed their every waking minute. Everyone was going wild. Everyone, that is, except for Shawn. He was a freshman and, like many other first-timers, he was finding it hard to assimilate into college life.

  While some of the other people on his floor were already forming groups with one another, he had shut himself inside of his room, trying to block out the world that seemed so uninviting to him. Ever the introvert, even his roommate ignored him. They never spoke and rarely saw each other. To be honest, Shawn didn’t even know the guy’s last name.

  But tonight, he had made the bad decision of grabbing takeout after one of his MMO raids. He had ventured into the outside world in search of food and came back only to find that he had left his ID card in the room. He searched his pockets multiple times, but still found nothing.

  He tried looking around for someone who could help him, maybe someone who lived in the same dorm, but no one passed by him. Everyone was somewhere else, getting wasted on cheap liquor. Shawn sighed and sat down, hoping someone would come to his rescue, but once an hour went by and still no one showed up, he became frustrated.