Shahrazad2 Posted December 12, 2022 Share Posted December 12, 2022 TQuintA, I still am unable to predict where this story is going, but it is perhaps my favorite here in months. Also, you're spoiling us with so many chapters all at once... it is unique and it totally makes it worth the wait... thank you for all the hard work and effort you put into this. Regarding the recent chapters' content, I feel my heart pounding at the pressure being applied to Auggie and Gabriel, and Douglas' pain was rough, but Gabriel asking Auggie to marry him was something I was waiting for, and I've been hoping they'd consider a nontraditional romance between them, whether that involved a nonsexual romance or some version of polyamory or a polycule or something where Gabriel and Auggie admit that they each provide something the other needs, and it was really cool with the steps you took towards something along those lines. Still, with Gabriel's development and changes I can't predict where you're going with it, and I look forward to each new release. The characters all feel believable if not exactly "fun" (Hank's pressure, Johnny's twisting logic, the drop in my stomach whenever a new attractive person from Gabriel's past shows up as a potential love interest, Douglas' shifting interest, etc) and the growth and changes and so on with Gabriel are all interesting and refreshing. Looking forward to what happens next! 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
citizenies Posted December 12, 2022 Share Posted December 12, 2022 Thank you for the new additions to the story ~ Hope the next updates comes sooner because the story is going great 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted December 13, 2022 Share Posted December 13, 2022 This story continues to impress and somehow manages to keep going! Still not the faintest idea where it ends up… 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trippin Posted December 13, 2022 Share Posted December 13, 2022 38 minutes ago, Ozymandias said: This story continues to impress and somehow manages to keep going! Still not the faintest idea where it ends up… I really can see Auggie and Gabriel go more separate ways after this incident with Douglas. Auggie might realise he will never be happy as long as he lives this close to Gabriel and moves out. They still remain friends but it cools down a bit. And Gabriel could finally focus completely on his sport without being distracted/disturbed by Auggies relationships and drama. It might take a completely different turn I'm sure I'll be fine with it, too. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NeedMore123 Posted December 14, 2022 Share Posted December 14, 2022 This is such an intense read, I'm so invested in the characters, I can't believe this for something that's on a mg site. Props to you. 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted December 14, 2022 Share Posted December 14, 2022 I feel like we are arriving at the final phase of the story. This was an absolute ride to read. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayoayoayos Posted December 14, 2022 Share Posted December 14, 2022 Absolutely unable to wait for each chapter 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted December 19, 2022 Author Share Posted December 19, 2022 Chapter 26 Rather than return to dinner, I went to my room. I wanted to cry, but I was too stunned to cry. I sat in darkness and silence, thinking. I was almost entirely sure Douglas had dumped me, but I was clinging to my doubts. He’d never officially said we were through. Part of me was trying to find one scrap of a way to salvage my relationship with Douglas, but everything he said was true. I kinda was cheating on him with Gabriel. Gabriel gave me things Douglas didn’t. I guess I could move out. Find a smaller, more affordable place. Stop seeing Gabriel. But I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to keep what Gabriel and I had. I liked what Gabriel and I had. It was worth fighting for. Douglas would come around. He would just have to realize that dating me meant accepting Gabriel, and if he didn’t like it, he could… And in that moment, when I realized I would fight to save what Gabriel and I had, even if it was at the cost of Douglas, that was the instant I realized Douglas and I were over. And that’s when I finally started crying. I was alone for thirty minutes, lying in my bed, crying, when there was a knock at the door. “Go away,” I said. “Like that’s ever stopped me,” Johnny said, barging into the room and turning on my lights. When he saw I was crying, he sat next to me on the bed and began rubbing my back. “Douglas dumped you, huh?” My sob confirmed his suspicion. “I’m sorry you’re in pain, but I’m glad he dumped you.” I sat up, fury in my eyes. “I’m your big brother,” he flatly stated. “I get to say these things. He was no good for you.” I stared, angrily. Johnny continued, “Douglas is five years older than you, and he still doesn’t know what he wants. He didn’t even realize he was bi until two years ago. That tells me he’s a man who isn’t very introspective. He’s cagey about his past sexual experiences, both bragging about his prowess and obscuring concrete details. That tells me he views sex as a game or a competition, or even a war. He swung from polyamory to monogamy in a fit of jealousy. That tells me he’s emotionally immature and overly possessive.” I was surprised by Johnny’s analysis. “That’s right, I listen when you talk to me on the phone.” He rubbed my shoulder and shook me comfortingly, in that way only an older brother can. “Douglas was handsome and a fun time, and I can see you cared deeply about him. But he was a distraction. If you actually valued your relationship with him, you would have gone after him. Instead, you’re here, in this apartment. You never got farther than the hallway outside your front door.” Johnny was right. Douglas gave me every chance to fight for him, and I didn’t. I still could fight for him, and I wasn’t. I sobbed harder. “No need to cry,” Johnny said soothingly. “Now that you know what you don’t want, you can focus on what you do want. You know what you’ve always wanted. Gabriel. He’s kind and generous, he respects you, he’s fiercely protective of you. The two of you get along so well.” I was about to speak, but Johnny cut me off. “I know. The two of you have never slept together, and the man of your dreams is a sexual dynamo. No one’s perfect, baby brother. I can turn Gabriel’s sex drive on, but you will always be more experienced than him. Just keep that in mind over this next month. I’ve seen his bloodwork. His flood gates are about to open.” “You still think he’s broken and that you can fix him?” Johnny smiled knowingly. “Talk to Gabriel after Hank and I leave. You agreed to marry him to shut me up…” I was about to interrupt, but Johnny put a finger on my lips. “Buh! Buh! Buh! I know that’s why you agreed to marry Gabriel. No need to pretend. Gabriel, however, is not a talented enough liar to keep up a charade in your absence. He was sincere.” Johnny pat me on the back again and gave me a one-armed hug. “I want what’s best for you. Gabriel’s best for you.” With that, he left me be. I stayed in that spot, frozen and unmoving, as I heard Gabriel bid our guests goodbye. When the front door closed, he came to my still-open door. “Can I come in?” he asked. I nodded. “Did Douglas dump you because of me?” he asked. “Did you actually mean your marriage proposal?” I responded. That question threw Gabriel, so he answered, “I asked you first.” I tapped the spot on my bed next to me, inviting Gabriel to join me. His weight on my bed created a valley, and I slid into him. I scooted back, drew my legs up onto the bed, and turned to face him. “Douglas dumped me, but it was because of me.” “Because he thinks you were cheating on him with me.” I turned my head quizzically. Gabriel explained, “He was shouting. We heard everything.” “You and I are not having sex, but I am cheating on him with you. Emotionally. I’ll never fully commit to him because I have you.” “What?” Gabriel was confused. “When I came into my bedroom after the fight, I tried to figure out a way to keep both of you. He made it clear that it’s him or you, and I was still trying to have both of you.” “There’s no need to pick…” Gabriel started, but I talked over him. “I’d pick you,” I confessed. “I would pick you every day for a thousand years. I like being around you. I like the way you make me feel. I don’t want to be without that. You’re 95% of my dream come true. Most people would kill for 95%.” “You deserve 100%,” Gabriel said dismissively. “And you’ll find it.” “You’re proving my point,” I replied. “If a guy can’t accept our friendship, then he’s not the right guy for you.” Gabriel was obviously frustrated. “This brings me back to my question. Was your proposal sincere?” Gabriel looked down at his feet. After a long pause, he said, “Yes.” “Why?” “I’ve never felt romantic love. At least, I don’t think I’ve ever felt romantic love. But I want you in my life. I like having you around. I like living in the same apartment as you. I like spending time with you. I like how you make me feel. Maybe that is romantic love.” “Do you want to kiss me?” “No.” “Do you want to hold me in your arms?” “No, but I’m not opposed to it.” “Do I make you weak in the knees? Does your heart flutter when you see me? Do your palms sweat? Do you get butterflies? Do you dream about me? Do you get distracted thinking about me when you should be thinking about other things?” “No to all of them.” Gabriel sounded confused by my list. “Whatever you’re feeling, it’s not romantic love.” “Is that how you feel about me?” Gabriel asked. My stomach quaked and roiled, but I confessed, “Yes.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, and I continued. “I fight it. I fight it so hard. But, it’s yes to all of them.” “I was sincere in the marriage proposal,” Gabriel answered. “At dinner, when confronted by Johnny, you said you loved me. I want to spend my life with you. I thought maybe that was romantic love. Or could become romantic love.” He exhaled loudly, still looking at his feet. “We should get married.” He finally looked me in the eyes. “I want to make what we have permanent, and the only way I can think of doing that is marriage. We love each other. I don’t care if it’s not legal in Pennsylvania. Let’s get married.” I stroked Gabriel’s face affectionately, his thick beard bristling under my fingers. “If you really wanted me to marry you, for the same reason as me, I’d walk to Massachusetts on my knees to marry you.” I took my hand back. “But you don’t. So, my answer’s no.” Gabriel shook his head emphatically and took my hands. “I don’t think you understand my proposal. I want you to have it all. I know I’m not enough for you. You become my husband, but you can still sleep with other men. As many as you want.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “And, who knows? Maybe I could learn to like sex.” “Picture you fucking me,” I dared him. “Really picture it. Use your imagination. Your giant cock going in and out of my tight hole. I’m moaning and writhing in pleasure as you stretch me open.” Reflexively, Gabriel let go of my hands and recoiled. “You still think you could learn to like sex?” Defiantly, he took my right hand with his left, and with his right hand, he gripped my thigh, tenderly stroking me with his thumb. “If you wanted me to, I’d do it.” For the second time that night, I had a revelation. I took his hand off my thigh. “I’m going to have to move out.” “What?” Gabriel looked hurt and stunned. “You love me, yes, the way you love a close friend or a family member. But you don’t want to marry me. You just don’t want to be alone. And I understand that. But that’s the role of a roommate or a pet, not a husband.” “Please don’t leave,” Gabriel said, quietly. “I’m not leaving right away. I’ll stay with you until the drug trial’s over. I don’t trust you alone with Johnny and Hank. There’s three weeks left, and it’ll probably take me that long to find a new place anyway. Then, I’m moving out.” “Please don’t,” Gabriel said, practically a whimper. “Don’t sound so sad. We’ll still be friends. I’ll still come over sometimes to watch movies and hang out. We can talk on the phone. Go out for lunch or dinner. But you’ll stop being my ersatz husband.” “Ersatz nothing!” Gabriel protested, suddenly full volume. “I want to marry you.” “If I don’t move out, I’ll never stop relying on you for that deep emotional connection. As I have learned from my attempt with Douglas, I’m not wired to love two men at once. If I want to find romantic love, which I do, I have to leave.” “You’re abandoning me.” “Get a roommate. Or a puppy. Or a roommate with a puppy.” “I can’t stop you, can I?” I shook my head. Gabriel got up, left my room, and closed the door behind him. I don’t know if he was talking to himself or wanted me to hear it, but in a low voice he distinctively said, “I have three weeks to change his mind.” 25 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted December 19, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted December 19, 2022 Chapter 27 When I got up the next morning, I fully expected it to be a normal day. Maybe some crying over Douglas, but a normal day. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom, that idea caved in on itself. The bathroom door was open—wide open—and I could hear the shower running and Gabriel singing “Alouette,” deep and full-throated. I could tell he was aiming more for volume than quality. Steam was billowing into the living room. When I got closer to the bathroom, I saw a pile of sopping wet towels on the floor and was further shocked to find out that Gabriel had left the shower curtain open as well. His giant muscles poured out of the shower. His back was too broad and the shower was too narrow, so a good third of him spilled into the bathroom proper. I could see every fold and bulge of his sinuous back, wide and thick, winnowing down to an impossibly small waist, and bursting out again into a thick and mighty ass, cabled with power and ribboned with definition. His legs too were so thick and muscular that, had the curtain been closed, his thigh muscles alone would’ve pushed out the curtain. His skin was drawn tight to his body; his recent cut giving him vascularity and sharpness like I’d never seen. “What are you doing?” I asked, venturing into the bathroom. Gabriel stopped singing and turned to face me, and I got a full-frontal show. I couldn’t take him all in at once. The first thing I saw, probably because I was eye-level with it, were his pecs. They were huge. They stuck off his chest like a cliff jutting out over the ocean. I saw Gabriel’s pecs every day, but seeing them unconstrained by fabric, red from the heat of the shower, shrink-wrapped and on full display, they seemed to have swollen larger. They were also covered with a dense, thick forest of chest hair. The hair was heavy and wetted down, adhering to his chest. I’d never seen him so hairy. The last time I saw him shirtless was shortly after his first contest when he’d recently shaved. Even with all the hair, I could tell how defined and carved his chest was, the outer edges crinkling with veins and his skin desperately trying to contain so much mass. His arms were similarly massive. One arm was raised, and I saw a second forest of hair in his armpit, essentially a hollow cavity created by the sheer mass that surrounded it. His other arm was reaching around his chest to wash the exposed pit, creating a white, foamy spray. His biceps bulged from the exertion, and I could tell he could barely reach because his chest was so large. His abs were more defined than I’d ever seen, covered in paper thin skin riddled with veins. They looked almost angry they were so sharp and carved. Water cascading off his chest in torrents was channeled through the deep chasms and ravines of his abs, trickling down to his cock. Oh my god. His cock. I’d seen and taken some huge cocks in my time, but this one put them all to shame. Flaccid, his cock looked bigger and thicker than most men do erect. A tantalizing vein ran down the center of it, snaking out into tributaries along its length. His cock looked heavy and substantive. A mallet. A cudgel. A weapon. And it was still flaccid. The water streaming down his cock poured off the tip. His cock was so big I thought it might be obscuring his balls, but it was not. They were as big as fists, heavy and pendulous, sprinkled with their own healthy coat of wet, coarse hair. “Morning, Auggie,” Gabriel said cheerfully, snapping me out of my reverie. When I looked up, I saw his face. He was beaming gleefully, the biggest smile I’d ever seen on his face. His beard looked thicker and fuller as it dripped with water, and his grin highlighted just how much his recent cutting regimen had altered the topography of his face, almost making it appear as if his skull was trying to burst through. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. “Showering,” Gabriel said simply, continuing his ablutions. “You left all the doors open.” “It occurred to me,” Gabriel said, switching which hand held the soap and which armpit he was washing, “you really like looking at my body.” He bounced his pecs playfully. “You’re a single man, now. Why rob you of the joy of looking?” “House Rule #1!” I said. “I’m in the bathroom,” Gabriel taunted. “Besides, you claim to be moving out. And the rules were only for the duration of the drug trial. I say we forget ‘em.” He offered me the bar of soap. “Let’s kiss Rule #4 goodbye while we’re at it. Hop in with me. You wash my back, I’ll wash yours.” “What’s gotten into you?” I asked. “According to you, showers are sexy. I’m not bothered one way or another. Come on in. Enjoy a sexy thrill.” “You’re joking.” “Not in the slightest.” He wiped some stray water away from his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m trying to show you I can be a good husband.” “That’s what this is about?” I said. I was unconvinced, though. Gabriel had made this face a million times while playing poker. “Fine. I’ll call your bluff.” I threw my clothes off, and stood there, naked and defiant. Gabriel never broke eye contact. I waited for him to buckle, but he didn’t. In fact, he said, “If you want to call my bluff, you’ll have to actually get into the shower.” I stepped slowly into the shower, one foot, then the other. I was in between Gabriel and the showerhead. I was getting sprinkled from behind, and I was inches from Gabriel’s glorious chest. At this angle, I could even make out his swollen nipples as water dripped from them, and I could feel the heat radiate off his body. “I’ve never showered with another man,” Gabriel acknowledged, “so you’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it right.” “It’d be sexier if we could draw the curtain. More intimate.” “Ah,” Gabriel said, “But your man is too big to fit in such a confined space.” He put his balled up fists on his waist and spread his chest and shoulders, suddenly seeming to double in breadth as he spread his lats. “That’s why there’s a moat of towels.” Even though I was impressed at his width, I shook my head. “I don’t know. The shadows, the closeness. It’s not a real shower sexperience unless we close the curtain.” Gabriel reached out of the shower and opened a panel in the ceiling I’d never noticed. “It’s a good thing I think ahead,” Gabriel said. He pulled down a screen, like a window screen, that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, opaque enough that the shower grew darker, but translucent enough that some light still seeped through. “I installed this while you were at work one day. I haven’t fit in the showers for weeks. It felt weird showering without a curtain, and I didn’t want to wreak too much havoc with the paint.” As I stood in the semi-darkness with Gabriel, I felt a little tingle go down my spine. It was just the two of us, in low lighting, hot water and steam swirling around us, Gabriel’s naked body just inches from my face. Gabriel offered me the soap again. “Care to wash my back, kind sir?” he asked. I took the soap, and Gabriel turned around. I started to wash his back, feeling the thick, muscular brawn under my fingers. It was steely and hard, but warm and vital. I’d never felt something so erotic in my life. As I scrubbed him from top to bottom, reaching up with my tiptoes to get the highest part of his back, Gabriel resumed singing. His deep bass voice echoing in our confined space tickled my ears and made his back vibrate and thrum beneath my hands. My cock grew stiff. Pushing that reality from my mind, I rinsed off all the film from his back. Sensing I’d finished, Gabriel said, “Switch,” and turned around. Once he was facing forward, I handed him the soap. Looking down, Gabriel saw my erection. With a businesslike look on his face, he nodded. “Good.” Almost as if he was trying to convince himself, he repeated, “Good.” I turned around, and Gabriel began washing my back. His warm hands running up and down my skin was somehow even more satisfying than washing him. “I forget how tiny you are,” Gabriel said. “You had so much more real estate to wash. Hardly seems fair to you.” He reached down lower and began washing my ass and legs, still maintaining a healthy distance from my dick and balls. “Since I’m here,” he said. Every muscle in my body autonomically tensed as Gabriel’s hand grazed my ass. He resumed singing as he washed me. When he finished washing my lower extremities, he stood up. I thought the experience was over, when I felt his warm, brawny, muscular arms encircle around me and begin to wash my front. He never went further south than my navel, but his hands were all over my chest, stomach, and shoulders, and his chest was pressed into the back of my head. My cock quivered as it grew harder, more erect. “You’ve got pretty good muscle tone for a little guy,” he said as he scrubbed my stomach. “While I’m back here, want me to wash your hair?” he asked. I nodded wordlessly, and he put the bar of soap aside. He squeezed the shampoo directly onto the crown of my head, then slowly worked in the lather. His thick, manly fingers massaged my scalp. His steely brawn all around me, his hands all over my body, the heat, the steam, the intimacy—the pleasure was intense. The tender, attentive stimulation to the top of my head was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He’d never even touched my genitals, but I climaxed, and my body convulsed in ecstasy. “Was that…?” he asked. I nodded again, wordlessly. He rinsed the lather out of my hair and whispered into my ear, “Mission accomplished.” He pulled up the shade, pointed to my cock without looking at it, and said, “I trust you can clean that yourself.” He grabbed a towel and strolled out of the bathroom, whistling cheerfully. 34 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jujumusclelover717 Posted December 19, 2022 Share Posted December 19, 2022 Man I really want these two to work out and finally do something romantic! They're perfect for each other!!!! I'm in love lol. 5 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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