Erotica Harem

David S
Double Play
Ch 10B

Plot: Joel and Brice leave the hospital and start back home, having a heart to heart about Brice’s issues. He confesses that he’s wanted Joel for a long time and hasn’t been able to admit his desires. Joel encourages him to make changes in his life and also to be honest with his wife.

Style and Voice: 3rd Person Joel. Stayed true.

Referencing: Modern day no errors

Scene/Setting: in the Mercedes. You have scents and both men, some scenery. Focus is on the men’s conversation.

Characters: Joel offers advice to his friend and holds him back from going too far. Brice is hitting on Joel but stops when told and agrees to make some changes.

Grammar: See the line by line for commas and comma splices. I suggested a couple places you may wish to omit words or clarify.

My Opinion: I’m still giggling about the stripping in the car. Now I’ll be checking out the drivers next to me more often… This is a good character revealing chapter that leads to the climax of the story and eventual resolution.

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Chapter 10B

Afterglow (Is this a good title?)

2,130 Words

Last revision: 1/15/2011

Three hours later, Joel scanned the sky as the duo wandered from the hospital to the parking lot. Joel paused to take in the fragrance from a rose garden, moving close to a bright red Is the bush red or the flowers? bush and inhaling. Brice joined him. “I used to grow roses for Casey. They died in a severe winter. I was going to get more, but didn’t. Guess I should do it this December.” Once in the Mercedes they drove off.

“What did Casey say when you called her?”

Brice’s mouth tightened. “She said we were heroes and was glad we were there to help George. I think she started to cry a little when she whispered that she was proud of us.” He took a breath, slow and deep. “Did you get through to Gabrielle?”

“No, she was going hiking with friends comma so she may be out of cell contact. I didn’t want to leave a message.”

Silence filled the luxury car until Brice popped in a CD and turned up the volume. Willie Nelson crooned, On The Road Again. He hooked his head toward Joel. “I know you love Willie’s songs, but keep your clothes on until we hit the freeway, okay?”

Joel broke into a laugh. A full, deep, belly laugh. He thought of Gabrielle again. He longed for a road trip with her.

When Willie finished his song Brice turned the CD the CD or the sound? down. “I suppose we should talk about it.” He moved to the fast lane and accelerated, passing lumbering trucks and cars with cargo trailers.

Joel checked the sky again not needed for the scattered clouds streaking by. Sunbeams flooded the car, warming him. “Have you ever saved anyone’s life before?”

Brice shook his head. “No. It’s so weird. When we were doing CPR, I had an image of us back on the baseball diamond, and the way we shot looks at each other and just knew we’d get the job done. I felt that way today with you as we worked on George. Poor guy.”

“You too? So did I. That’s two good deeds we did on this trip. The guy in the café, and George today. Isn’t there something in religion or from Monty Python or somewhere about doing three good deeds?” Joel undressed until he was down to his red, trunk-style briefs.

“Yeah, three good deeds sounds familiar, but I can’t remember what it comes from.” He stole a look up at the sky before returning his eyes to the road. “The clouds are pretty. You know, all my problems seem so mundane now. Hey, tell the truth, have I been sort of, whiney?”

“Yeah, a little. Have I been a nagging preacher?”

“Yes, but you usually are.” Brice playfully backhanded him. “It’s okay because you’re right so often. You help a lot of people.”

Joel reclined the power seat as his hand smoothed along the supple leather. The immaculate interior failed to excite him, but the fragrance seemed to be a cross between a masculine musk and flowers. Flashes of memory stirred him as his heart beat faster. Images of shaking George’s hand, the intuition of illness, his collapse and how Brice and he caught him. The love in Brice’s voice as he spoke to George about God. “Brice, what made you talk to George like you did?”

Brice licked his lips, began to speak, paused, and then answered. “It just seemed like the right thing. I felt fullness in my chest, my heart. I know he and his wife are religious. If God wanted to take George, he’d do it before we got there or after we left.”

“Do you think everything is preordained?”

“No, far from it, but some things are. Do you think everything is planned out?”

“No. I agree with you that some things are, like my accident ten years ago, and now this. If you hadn’t offered to drive the car down to him, would he have been alone when he had his heart attack? Would he have died?”

Another session of silence inundated the car. The tires whirled along as an occasional car passed them. Joel surveyed the scenery. Ranches, farms, small oil wells and a flock of black crows circling a few hundred feet off. He checked his cell phone. No service available. He’d have to wait to call Gabrielle.

Brice spoke first. “Since it’s after 2 P.M. we can spend the night somewhere. We’ll hit a lot of traffic in the Los Angeles basin. I want to take it easy, you know, hang loose, like, uh, what’s your new girlfriend’s name?”

“Gabrielle. I’m glad you’re being more relaxed, in spite of the emergency with George. I noticed you had iced tea rather than beer or wine with lunch.”

Brice glanced over to him. “rep: Well, I’m following your prescription. I slept so well last night. In the morning it seemed I was in a new world, a new time. Like being reborn.” He took a deep breath. “Today with George is building on it. I don’t want to be dramatic, but my life is changing.”

“Me, too. I feel light and airy rather than subdued and stressed. It must be my new whitening tooth paste. toothpaste is one word” He chortled.

Brice grinned. “Inevitably. Does Gabrielle know you’re bi?”

“Yes. It came up on the second date. Funny or I guess unique way she asked. We were talking about her ex-husband and our past boyfriends and girlfriends. She asked, ‘so, L, B or G?’ When I asked what that meant she roared with laughter. I love her laugh. She said, lesbian, bisexual or gay. So it was my turn to roar. We were in a restaurant and people looked at us and we didn’t care. I said I was bi. She was happy I didn’t say I was a lesbian. I asked her, L, B or G, and she said she was a lesbian. I told her, ‘I bet I can convert you.’ After dinner we went to my place and fucked throughout the night.”

Brice lowered his sunglasses to grab a peek at Joel. “Okay, what’s the rest of the story? And tell me she’s not a lesbian.”

“She’s straight but accepting of other lifestyles. Hawaiian culture is much more accepting of gender and sexual identity issues. She likes to role-play and loves being a wise-ass. We fucked four times that night into the next morning with sleeping, snacking and cuddling in between. I lost count how many times she sucked my cock. We pretended she was a virgin. I’d never done role playing, but it was hot.” He reclined the electric seat further. “Do you and Casey still make love?”

“Yeah, kinda. We’ve lost our closeness.”

“Do you think you’re gay?”

“No, not at all. You’re going to make me say it, huh? I’m bisexual, but only a little.”

Joel rotated within his seat belt toward Brice. “Ah, you’re a little bi. Tell me more.” He pursed his lips and stroked a pretend beard. “I’ve known of people who were a little pregnant and several who were somewhat dead.”

“I found a Bi Guide on the website for for or from? one of the E-book publishers. They have all kinds of alternative erotic stuff. Some of it is really wild. The Bi Guide has eleven levels from zero, being totally straight, to ten being totally gay. I rate a two or three, which means I occasionally desire a man sexually. When I do, it’s mostly you.” Brice glanced at Joel, looked back at the road, and glanced again. He reached over to Joel’s leg. Then, trying to keep his eyes on the road, he covered Joel’s soft cock with his hand.

“I didn’t strip to tease you.”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“Look, I still find you attractive comma but Casey is like a sister to me. I feel disrespectful to her. We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

“What about jacking me off last night?”

“That was clinical and therapeutic. I know I’m a wise-ass a lot, but sex, and better yet making love, is therapeutic in so many ways. Seriously, more couples should do it. What about you watching me in the shower?”

“Oops. You saw me?”

He nodded. “Gabrielle and I have a non-exclusive relationship. We’re taking it one day at a time. Each of us is free to hook-up with others as long as we aren’t promiscuous little whores, so no concerns there, but Casey…”

“Casey knows you’re bi. You’ve been out a long time about it.”

“Yes, but does she know you’re bi? She is so afraid you’re having an affair.”

Brice clenched his jaw comma and his neck muscles tensed. “I am absolutely not having an affair. Well, not until now, with you. She’s told you she thinks I’m fucking someone else?” His fingers fiddled Joel’s growing cock.

“Yeah. She needs someone to confide in since you’re shutting her out.”

“That was harsh.” He drew back his hand.

“But truthful. You say you love her and would be lost without her, yet you know you’re standing on a railroad track and a train is coming. Get off of < omit ‘of’ the fucking track.” Joel backhanded Brice’s shoulder. “If you guys divorce you’ll regret it forever.” He weighed his next comment. “And I’m going to call you every day and say ‘I told you so.’ Schmuck.”

Several miles of silence followed. Joel closed his eyes to meditate and drifted into a nap. He woke sometime later petting his boner before he realized where he was. His eyes popped open. Joel’s embarrassment warmed his face.

Brice queried. “Have a nice dream?”

“Uh-huh. Are you tired,< comma splice do you want me to drive?”

“In a little while. Have you done it with a lot of guys?”

“Depends on what a lot is. I’ve had several hook-ups, just for sex, but I’m always safe. I guess less than ten. Rubbers are a must. I’ve had two boyfriends where we dated. Had several girlfriends.” He brought the seat back to its upright position. “You really haven’t done it with a guy?”

“No. I hardly think of it. One day in our dorm room I just got interested in you sexually, romantically. I had to jack off and then I felt guilty. When you told me you wanted me I was so shocked, but excited and scared, all at the same time. My cock was super stiff when you told me, and while I was being an ass to you.” He sighed. “I’d always try to hit the showers in the locker room when you were there. I always knew which ass was yours if guys were turned away from the entrance.”

Joel nodded. He bit his tongue to let Brice talk.

“As the years went on it seems the more stressed I got the more I thought of doing it with a guy, mostly you. And I beat myself up at the way I treated you. Before you say it, I’m ‘keeping the lesson and leaving the pain’, as you’re wont to advise.” Brice cranked his head toward Joel while pinning his eyes to the side, watching the road. “See, I listen to what you say.”

Joel stroked his invisible beard, envisioning himself as a wise sage. “Okay, I said I wouldn’t tell you what to docomma but I think you need a jump start. Cut back your drinking until you’re only having two or three drinks per week.”

He nodded.

“Next, exercise more. Starting with three, ten-minute sessions per week. Build up until you are consistently exercising three or more times per week for at least thirty minutes per day.”

“Okay. I agree.” Brice’s hands gripped the steering wheel comma and he looked at Joel like a kid waiting for the next toy at Christmas.

“You need acupuncture to balance your internal energies. Finally, you need to be honest with Casey. Tell her what we’ve talked about and your true feelings.”

“I can do the acupuncture, but what if it goes bad with Casey?”

Joel rotated to the left to face him. He stroked his invisible beard again and adopted a poor German accent. “Vell my boy. Vhat if it goes good? I think it’s important to clear the air and be honest.” He winked and then laughed. “Are you happy hiding your feelings? No? I thought not. It’s made problems, yes? So change something, ja?”

“Ah, yes Dr. Freud, You are correct.” He took a deep, restorative breath. “I’ve wanted to tell Casey, but I was afraid. Then I used that to get farther away from her, like I had to punish myself.” He wiped a tear, and then another before reaching across to Joel’s shoulder. “Thank you, Joel. Thank you, my friend.” The sobbing exploded like a sudden downburst.

Joel palmed his shoulder. “Pull over, let’s switch drivers.”




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