FRIENDSHIP and LOVE: Chapter One
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FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE
PART ONE
ROADTRIPPING WITH MY BEST FRIENDS
It's not where you come from. It's where you belong.
DAY 1
Harrison Parker awoke at 6 am, eager to start this new adventure. He had arrived back from college on Thursday afternoon for the Christmas holidays. He spent time catching up with his mom and dad, regaling them of his PG centric tales at college, emphasizing his academic and baseball achievements. Friday, most of his other high school friends were in town, and the guys chilled at Rob's house, where they talked about their social conquests. Harrison loved them as friends but still couldn't confide in them about the relationship benchmarks he hit at college. Saturday was all about Eli Jones. Unfortunately, Eli being at a different college, couldn't come home for most of the holiday season, as it was custom for the newbies to handle some unique freshman tasks by their mentors. With Will, their best hitter, taking Eli on under his wings, he had some suspicions on what that would mean, given they both liked fucking guys.
Since graduating, Harrison and Eli continued to talk when their schedules allowed, and Harrison was happy that his best friend was enjoying his time at school. Eli had finally told him the truth about Will after the baseball star cleared it. Harrison was obviously upset that Eli could keep such a secret from him, but then again, Harry still hasn't mentioned some of his secrets. And when it comes to sexual preferences in the sporting world, the highest security was in order.
Harrison asked when he was about the leave Eli's house, "Do you still miss me inside of you." His friend blushed in recognition of their best sexual moments, especially when the camera was involved. It had been a very long time since the two fucked, and Harrison was curious what the pitcher would say.
"Actually, Harry, as much as I loved that time together. Since baseball took over my life, I really don't have time to think about sex. And now, I still think that addiction we shared is pretty much over." Eli laughed.
Harrison knew that would be the result. Honestly, his own social and sexual life away from his hometown allowed him to explore his own needs; he admitted to Eli that he didn't miss it, either. "However, I do miss you being here every day."
"Same."
They ended the video chat. Harrison's mind went to the present as he laughed, pushing on his new boxers, the ones that showed his best features. Link, short for Lincoln, one of his college conquests, gave it to him on his birthday. He dressed and put his bag on his shoulder, staring back at the bed, the one that had so many memories.
Eli and Harry fucking like rabbits after the legendary pizza party in junior year of high school. The amount of cum he had to clean up after those fuck sessions. And the memory that stuck out so also of Justin Pace's face, after he fucked Eli, with Justin forced to watch from the closet, as neither expected Eli to show up looking for sex when he did. Then the feeling of Justin taking Harry's hands and locking them in those handcuffs after Harry confided his secrets into Justin. He never felt safer. After they had fucked, Justin laid his head on Harrison's chest.
"Harry, are you okay."
"Of course, J," he stated automatically.
Justin just stared lovingly in his eyes, waiting for Harrison to tell the truth. "I am now. I don't know where Eli and I will be, or even if a relationship could last, but I don't think he could give me the love you showed me."
Justin yawned as he moved to kiss him on the cheek. "It's hard sometimes to be denied the one you love." Harrison knew what Justin meant, learned as much as he may be jealous of the football quarterback, Hunter Ellis; he also knew that Justin loved his best friend, the straight Hunter.
"Hunter will come to his senses."
"I hope so," Justin stroked Harry's chest where the scars of Michael's attack used to be, "I cannot believe Michael did this to you."
"Yeah, it was one of the worst moments of my life. Trust me, having someone walk in on you on your knees, your best friend abandoning you, then being left for dead. Wounds heal, but I was looking over my shoulder a lot that summer."
Justin looked saddened as he continued to trace the minor remnants of the scars. "Yeah, and you couldn't talk to anybody. The fear of your secret hanging out there waiting to ruin your career, I can understand."
Harry nodded, staring at the ceiling, "Justin, I am not sure you can. You have always been open about your sexuality, even though I had to persuade you a little. You had your friend's support; you had Hunter defending you every time I looked at you evilly. You had your brother Nathan and your best friend, Emma. I didn't have that. Eli abandoned me, and I was truly alone. I wouldn't wish that on anybody. Especially you."
Justin stared in his eyes and nodded soberly, "Fuck, I'm sorry. I guess I don't." They stayed like that in comfortable silence, reflecting.
"Honey, you should really get going," his mother called from the breakfast table, taking Harrison out of his reverie.
"I'm out the door, mom." He took one last look at the bed and headed for his car. It was only 6:15 when he arrived at the house. He found the key to let himself inside. Luckily, Justin's folks were away, and Nathan went to visit Emma on a romantic weekend. He got his present for them in his hand as he walked up the stairs. Hunter and Justin should still be asleep; they agreed 7 am, they would depart for their road trip.
He slowly opened Justin's bedroom door. Taking in the smell of stale sex from the night before. Hunter's and Justin's clothes were thrown everywhere. He didn't even want to venture a guess on the broken lamp. He stared at the lovers on the bed.
Hunter and Justin were naked, spooning each other in post-coital bliss. They both looked happy together. Harrison admired Hunter's specimen. Dreaming, he would get it one day
He slowly walked into the bedroom, hearing the faint breathing of Hunter and the snoring of Justin. He moved his present as close to Hunter's ear and blew the air horn as loud as he could.
Harrison laughed as the desired effect happen. Justin and Hunter shot up. Hunter's protectiveness of Justin took over instantly. He rolled off the bed, bear-hugging the intruder to the ground, his arm pinned across Harry's throat. Hunter's eyes focused, seeing Harrison for the first time.
Justin got up, not covering himself, laughing. "Harry, really an air horn. Hunter, get off him."
Hunter wasn't amused at all, and Harry loved it, "Unless you want me to use those balls dangly very close to my hands, I suggest you listen to Justin there."
"Hunter," the bemused look on Justin's face continued to break into laughter as he pulled on Hunter's boxers.
"I'm sorry," Harrison laughed. He took the baseball player off guard, flipped him on his back, and started tickling him.
Hunter fired back. Justin shook his head, "Boys." Turning to his best friends, "When one of you starts acting your age, I will be having breakfast."
Justin laughed again as he exited. Hunter finally got up himself, beating the baseball player again, smirking. "Some things never change,"
Harrison accepted Hunter's hand, "True." He noticed Hunter's bravado at besting him, and the smirking was more friendly and less cruel than they were in high school. Hunter had thrown on Justin's shirt and boxers going out the door.
"Hunter," Harrison called. Hunter turned to look at his friend. Harrison turned over the chair that was knocked over, motioning for Hunter to sit on the bed. Hunter did. "I want you to know your secret is still safe with me. No one outside our circle knows about you and Justin. I wouldn't say anything."
Hunter smiled. One of the things the football player was worried about when Hunter and Justin finally got together was that Harry would rat him out at school or his buddies. Hunter knew Harry didn't, but hearing the words was good too. He stuck out his hand, and Harry shook it. "Thanks, Harry. I appreciate it."
"Anytime. What happened to the lamp?", Harry asked pointing to the broken pieces on the floor?
Hunter blushed, getting really quiet, so Harry filled in the pieces. "Let me guess when Justin wants to fuck, he can be powerful. I still remember my ribs hurting."
Hunter continued to blush, "Bro, don't finish that sentence. I'm outa here." Hunter rushed out quicker than a jackrabbit on acid. Harrison chuckled; Hunter may be the better athlete and best him at certain things, "but I will always get the last laugh."
He got the broom and cleaned up the mess from the lamp. He grabbed Hunter's and Justin's bags from the floor and brought them to the breakfast room.
Hunter and Justin were eating some cereal as Harry entered the room. "So, J. Did you rock Hunter's world, or did he finally take it like a man?"
Justin laughed out loud, spraying milk everywhere, and Hunter bit his tongue as his face turned fire-engine red. He patted Hunter on the back. "Don't worry, we all have a night we can't get it up. It will come back."
Hunter eyed his boyfriend, who said in defense, "What, it's funny."
Harrison laughed, grabbing one of Hunter's protein shakes from the fridge. "Yes, well, I bested Harrison upstairs."
"Yeah, and I got to J first; what's your point." Sitting next to Justin, Harry asked in hushed but audible whispers, "Did Hunter do that thing with the pop that you liked so much."
"Nah, he still couldn't master that yet. He found this other move, though," Justin admitted.
"Do you still have the blue shirt I gave you? I think it would match the red on Hunter's face."
"Yeah, but Hunter has a nice blue button-down that brings out his eyes and definitely would match the blush in his cheeks."
"Really?"
"Yep," Justin smiled, "Would you like more cereal, love."
"Nah, I am not really hungry," Harrison said without a beat. "Oh, sorry, you meant Hunter."
Hunter's rose-colored face finally turned to his standard color as he took over the conversation. He pulled out the map from his bag. "Alright, let's move on to other things. I think we can make it to New York in about two weeks. That would require us to be on the road awhile and still make the pits stops, we wanted."
Harry looked over Hunter's shoulder excited, "Yeah, it should be a fun two weeks. My dad and mom are going with your parents to New York on New Years',' and they will take the car back, so we could spend a few days in New York and not have to worry about driving around."
Justin took out his planner, and the guys verified the stops they wanted to make and events they wanted to see in New York. Before long, Hunter was in the driver seat, Justin next to him, and Harry stretched out in the back. The guys caught up with each other the first thirty minutes before Harry fell asleep, and Justin started to read a book. Hunter threw on some music as they left the city.
It was nearly three hours later when Hunter parked the car. He gently nudged the baseball player awake, "Justin went to check-in; help me with the bags."
Harrison nodded. Before, he was the motel that defined his journey into gay sex with his best friend, Eli. This was the motel that he took Eli on their spring break. The one where Jason befriended him, and Harrison almost lost Eli forever.
Justin came out with the keys, "Harry, they had the room you wanted."
"Awesome."
Justin let the boys in as they dropped the bags. Harry had to sit down on the chair, as the bed where he and Eli first fucked sat in front of him. Hunter not noticing Harrison's condition. "I am not sure why you wanted to stay here."
Harrison sighed, "The memories, Eli and I will always have this place to remember our first time."
"I guess," Hunter nodded. "Has the room changed much since then?"
Harry took the whole room in for the first time, "The linens are different; they upgraded the TV. I think that's a new wallpaper."
"Fucking Hell," Justin screamed.
Concerned, the guys went into the bathroom, and they saw what made Justin scream.
Harrison took in the whole full-length mirror; it was very similar to the mirror set up at the motel Coach took the team to see Eli's future college for training. That put a knowing smile on his face.
Justin looked at his friend, "I think we know why they added this."
Hunter didn't, but he sensed it was for sex. Laughing, "Harry, would you like us to leave you alone with your hand so you and the mirror can get reacquainted."
They left the bathroom. Harry said, "Hunter and Justin, you can take the bed next to the bathroom. I will take this one close to the window."
Hunter stretched out, and Justin lay beside him, very comfortable with each other. Harrison kicked off his shoes and lay on his bed too. "Why did you want us to come here?" Hunter inquired.
"I just want to be reconnected to this place, also. I was curious how they celebrated Christmas."
"And?" Justin added knowingly. Harrison cursed himself for letting Justin fall into his confidences. He mentioned Jason before but in more broad strokes. He didn't tell Hunter anything about it.
"And I wanted to take a dip in the beach while the weather was still good."
Hunter nodded, "but Justin told me, you and Eli had a falling out here. That nearly destroyed your relationship. I am surprised you wanted to come back here."
Harrison closed his eyes, then turned to Hunter and Justin, "True. I met Jason here, and he gave me the key advice that ultimately led to Eli, and I became friends again."
Justin and Hunter listened to Harry's tale. He explained how they fucked some two girls, and that caused the spark between Eli and himself. With some gentle pushing after Eli couldn't get laid by another girl he found on the beach, the two friends fucked. Harry told them about waking up the following day, with Eli and the car they took to come here gone.
Scared, Harrison reencountered Jason, whom they met playing frisbee on the beach their first night there. Jason instantly knew something was wrong and got Harry to open up. They found Eli at the beach with some girl. "Jason said that I should wait for Eli to come to talk to him, as a confrontation in public would do none of us good. Jason and I got a drink at the bar, and Eli came over. I thought he was making the first move to talk, but he ordered a drink for friends ignoring me. Knowing a fight might happen. I just stormed out."
Harrison went back to the motel room, hoping Eli would come back to talk. He did, asking Harrison to vacate so he could fuck this bimbo. Harry left and headed to Jason's place. He got drunk with Jason and his mates.
Hunter and Justin hung on his words, "I woke up the next morning, naked with Jason next to me. I assumed we had sex, knowing that Jason was gay and had wanted me from the first night they met. Jason told me what had happened, and as I was blubbering about Eli, Jason brought me upstairs to save off more embarrassment. I made the first move and kissed Jason. He stopped before it went too far. Putting me to bed and checking on me throughout the night. He gave me his phone number, and we went our separate ways."
"I'm sorry, bro. That Jason guy seems like a great person, though."
Justin nodded, "Yeah, whatever happened to him."
"I don't know. After the incident with Michael, I called him up, but the phone was disconnected."
Hunter asked, through blushed lips, "So...erm...how was it?"
"What?"
"Eli and you? Was it what you wanted?" Hunter asked. The words had escaped his lips before he could stop it. He didn't usually talk about gay stuff, but he was curious.
"Yeah, one of the best nights of my life. I made Eli screamed over and over again."
Justin turned, "Yeah, it was like the first time with Hunter. I made the big football player whimper like a schoolgirl."
"Oh," Harrison said, eyeing Hunter knowingly.
"Yeah, you would think the biggest and worst people in school were like that in bed. Nope, I strung Hunter like a fiddle."
"I see," motioning Hunter, who nodded after having pulled Justin into a kiss. As Harrison said, three, Hunter and Harrison made quick work on Justin, stripping him naked, with Harrison sitting on his torso holding his arms and Hunter grabbing his feet.
"We will see who makes whom blubber like a schoolgirl. Right, Hunter."
"Yep."
Hunter took Justin's cock into his mouth and licked and sucked it, knowing how to make Justin cringe. Hunter knew Justin's body like nobody else and knew how to get Justin to scream uncle.
Twenty minutes later, Justin washed the cum off his body in the shower, and Hunter high-fived their success. Harry said, "Do me a favor when you guys fuck tonight to try to keep the screaming to a minimum."
"No promises, bro. Maybe we can find you a guy on this trip." Hunter grinned, still blushing at talking about his sex life so freely.
"Maybe."
Hunter nodded and joined Justin in the shower. Harrison changed into swimming trunks.
The guys headed to the beach. It was a warm, low twenties. Global warming has some advantages. Harrison admired Hunter and Justin's suits as the three walked to the beach.
Justin fell off the bench he was walking on and landed in the puddle. I couldn't stop laughing."
"It was your fault you waved at me with that ridiculous hat, and I lost my footing."
"The heat wasn't ridiculous."
"Babe, even you couldn't pull off a pink beret."
Harrison laughed at that picturing the football player. "J has a point."
Instead of taking the abuse, Hunter challenged, "Harry, race you the beach."
"You're on."
"Hunter, take it easy on him."
"Thanks for the support, J."
They dashed to the beach as Justin jogged to keep up. It was neck and neck until Harry slowed to a stop.
"Harry," Justin reached him a little winded. "What is it?"
Harrison just pointed where his gaze went. Hunter followed Harry's gaze, giving Justin a high five for beating the baseball player again. "What?"
Hunter saw what Harrison did, "Is that...."
"Yep, Jason."
"He looks fine," Justin licked his lips.
"Babe, don't get any ideas."
Jason was on the slide, watching all the kids and teens playing around the water. He scanned the beach for anything out of the ordinary as lifeguards do. The lifeguard moved, combed the beach, and saw him. Then he looked again. "Harry?"
Just then, he lost his footing at the sight of his old friend and slid down the slide. "Fuck." Jason managed to avoid the potential collision. His buddy called on the radio. "Jason? You okay."
"Yeah, just lost my footing when I saw someone from my past on the beach. Can you cover me?"
"Sure."
Jason swam to shore when his friend took his position, making sure it wasn't a mirage. "Harrison, is that you."
"Hi, Jason. It's been some time."
The two embraced as another guy around Jason's age came running toward him.
"Honey, I saw the fall. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, babe. Look who it is?"
"Oh my god? Harrison? The Harrison?
Hunter whispered into Justin, half-jokingly, "Now look who is getting all the attention. I was never The Hunter."
"You were to me," Justin replied, "Now shut up, I want to hear what's happening." The two-edged closer.
"I am sorry, you are?"
Jason Jenkins apologized to the group, "Harrison, this is David, my fiancée. I think you might remember him."
"That David?" He asked, not wanting to open up that story unless Jason tried to tell it.
"Yep," he kissed David on the lips.
"How?
Jack and David smiled, saying in unison. "It's a long story."
David pointed to Hunter and Justin, "Who are these fine specimens."
"Oh," Harrison smiled, forgetting his friends were even there. "This is Hunter and his boyfriend, Justin."
"Nice to meet you," Jason shook their hands, then looked around, "Where's Eli?"
Harrison sighed, "That's a long story, too."
To be continued.
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