All Chapters of Tales Of A Gay Man (Final): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My phone buzzes and I look at it in the middle of studying. It's a private message from Louis"Hey you up?" That's really strange. Louis and I pretty much never talk outside the group chat with Blake. Obviously Blake and I have our own chat going on, and I know the boys have their own "bros" chat. What does Louis want? "Yeah I'm up studying. Whatsup?" "Nothing."Pulling information out of Louis is like this sometimes. I'm too busy with school work so I put the phone down but my phone buzzes right away.He sent a picture. A selfie of him in the gym mirror. The lighting there makes him look more beastly than ever. "Working on my gains"I look at the picture closer. He's wearing a white hat that covers a lot of his face, and he's wearing a black tank with blue shorts. His calves are what was impressing me the most about his stature. They're as thick as tree trunks. "You coming down this weekend?" Louis texts "Wasn't planning to. Have so much work to do" "Shame""Why what's up?" I

Blake slaps Louis' ass again. Then he gives him a hard fuck, then slaps again. Louis' ass cheek was turning a bright red. "Turn around" Blake pants out and pulls out. Louis gets off his knees and plops on the long side of the L shaped couch. His knees are red and marked from kneeling too long. He has sweated through his white shirt and I can see the pit stains growing larger. His cheeks are flushed and he looks at Blake with large vulnerable eyes. His dick is still rock hard.I go and pull on the bottom of his shirt and help him take it off. His whole body was sweaty and a bit red. I run my fingers through the creases of his abs and pecs, admiring all the work at the gym he puts in. I can smell his sweat from where I am. "Go ahead babe" Blake says behind me and kisses the back of my neck. That was all the courage I needed. I take off my shirt and throw it to the side. I lift up Louis' heavy legs with some effort and insert myself back in. I groan out. His hole is loosened up now by

Louis:My knees are by my ears. My asshole is sore from the friction but something inside me wants to get pushed again and again. Blake's face moves up and down as he crashes his weight into me. His wavy hair bounces as he looks down at his shaft going in and out of me and then at my face. He grins while he looks at me. "You look at me when I fuck you!"The sound of his voice echos in my head as I startle awake.Another night, same dream. I've drenched myself and these sheets in sweat so I tear them off myself to cool off. I HAVE to stop thinking about that night. I am NOT going to be Blake's little bitch just because he fucked me once. "Don't fall in love now" His voice echos in my head.The image of Blake's smug smile flashes in my head. The smile because he knows he made me cum with his cock. I rub my eyes and take a deep breath. Going to the gym will help clear my head. I count myself down from 10 to motivate myself to get up.109The memory of Blake's pubes in my nose flashe

Louis:I take another swig of my beer, finishing it off. I crush the can and throw it in the pile with the others. The pile is growing pretty large. I take a big bite of the pizza I had ordered. I haven't eaten junk food in so long. Usually I am really strict on my diet. Well, a body like this doesn't happen on burgers and fries. But today is different. I don't give a flying fuck today. I know I royally messed up with Jay at the gym. I should have never used that word with him. I don't even use that word regularly with my straight homies so I don't know where the fuck that came from. Am I more gay now that I took dick and I wasn't so gay when I just fucked and got sucked? Is there more gay and less gay or is there just "gay?" I crack open my last beer before putting it down I should text Jay. Or maybe call. Call is probably better. No, I'll text. Call is probably too much. Overwhelming. For me, I mean.I pick up my phone and find our message thread. I start to type but my finger

My mother and father separated about 8 months ago, during which time my mother spent her time enjoying being single and bringing different boytoys home, dating 3 guys previously to Max. He first came into my mother's life in October, only to show up in mine when spending Thanksgiving with us. I could describe him as a tall black guy, almost 6'2", sculpted like a Greek god statue and 24 years old (5 years older than me) compared to my mother's almost 50 years old, with her thin, pale figure. It was clear that my mother was his sugar mommy. My father was not far behind, except that my father left my mother for his secretary and ever since he met that woman with a body out of a playboy magazine, I never knew him to have any other girlfriend or lover.Because of the family tradition of spending Thanksgiving together (mostly for me), that Thanksgiving when I met Max I remember it was the last one we spent together as a "family" and I say this because my father felt threatened to lose what