All Chapters of Tales Of A Gay Man (Final): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jason stood there, leaning against the doorframe, looking a little less drunk but still rumpled from the night. His hair was messy, and he was wearing a loose hoodie and gym shorts, his eyes a little hazy but focused directly on Chris. “Jason?” Chris asked, surprised. “What are you doing here? You should be sleeping off all those drinks.” Jason shrugged, looking slightly sheepish but still with that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, probably should be. But I couldn’t sleep.” Chris blinked, still confused. “So… you came here?” Jason nodded slowly, his gaze dropping for a second before meeting Chris’s eyes again. “I just... I don’t know. I didn’t want to be alone tonight.” Chris’s heart skipped a beat. The way Jason said it—softly, almost vulnerable—wasn’t like his usual teasing self. There was something raw in his voice that made Chris’s chest tighten. “You’re not alone, Jason,” Chris said quietly, stepping aside to let him in. Jason entered the room, his p

Chris walked aimlessly through the streets, trying to shake off the discomfort that clung to him. His mind was in turmoil, and when he spotted a quiet park, he gravitated toward it like a moth to a flame. The park was serene, with a massive tree casting a broad shadow over a weathered bench. He sank onto the bench, feeling the weight of the evening's events pressing down on him. His phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Jason's name—“The Handyman.” Chris stared at it, his emotions a chaotic mess. He couldn’t deal with this right now. Without thinking, he ended the call and blocked Jason’s number. His hand shook slightly as he pulled out the vodka flask he had brought with him. He took a long, deep swig, the alcohol burning down his throat but offering a fleeting escape from the ache in his chest. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Chris continued to sip from the flask, feeling the effects of the vodka dulling his senses. He felt like shit and didn’t want to think or feel anythi

As Chris and Jason entered the dorm room, the weight of the evening’s events hung heavy between them. Chris gathered cleaning supplies then led Jason to the communal bathrooms. “Let me help you with that,” Chris said gently, guiding Jason to stand in front of the mirror. He took a soft cloth and began to carefully wipe the dried blood from Jason’s face. The atmosphere was charged with quiet tenderness; Chris’s touch was deliberate and soothing, a sharp contrast to the chaos they had endured earlier. Jason closed his eyes, leaning into Chris’s touch. “Thanks, Chris. I really needed this,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with gratitude and vulnerability. Chris’s movements were slow and cautious, as if he were handling something fragile. He used a fresh damp cloth to clean Jason’s neck, then moved down to his hands, pausing occasionally to make sure Jason was comfortable. As he worked, Chris noticed the weariness in Jason’s eyes. “I’m sorry you had to deal with all this tonight,” C

JasonJason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.After a few moments under the warm water, Jason reached for his towel and began to pat himself dry, his muscles flexing with each movement. He wrapped the towel securely around his waist, the fabric hanging low over his hips, revealing just enough to accentuate his lean, sculpted torso and V-line.As he walked down the hallway toward his room, Jason passed Chris’s door. His steps slowed as he glanced at it, and a wave of longing hit him. He really missed him—the connection they'd shared, the intimacy. A part of him wanted to kno

Soon enough, her brother pulled up. Jason and Mateo helped Michelle to her feet, guiding her gently into the car. Jason decided he couldn’t just let Michelle go like that. He climbed into the car with her, sitting beside her as her brother drove. He kept glancing over at her, making sure she was alright as she sniffled and wiped her eyes. After helping Michelle into Mateo’s bedroom, Jason stepped away to the bathroom to freshen up, he called Skyler. "Hey, can you please check on Chris for me? Make sure he's alright. I'll explain later, but I just need to know he's okay," Jason pleaded. Skyler agreed, and Jason sighed in relief before hanging up. Jason stayed with Michelle and her brother for quite a long time, wanting to ensure she was genuinely okay and not just putting on a brave face. After her intense outburst, he felt it was important to provide stability and closure. He knew leaving abruptly might worsen her distress or create additional complications for her brother, Mateo, w