Stories By Big D

Evan - Thirty When I heard Jake say Tyler’s name I jumped up in a panic. I had gotten so lost in things with Jake that I hadn’t even thought about meeting Tyler for lunch and now they were both downstairs with Jake in nothing but a pair of shorts that were too small for him.      “What are you doing here?” I heard Jake ask aggressively.      I frantically grabbed a shirt off my floor and wiped the cum that hadn’t dried off my body with one hand while I pulled on a pair of boxers with the other. I barely had both legs in them before I ran for the stairs, tossing the shirt aside.      “I’m here to see Ev. We had a date,” Tyler said as I reached the top of the stairs and ran down them. “Why are YOU here?”      When I reached the bottom of the stairs Tyler was standing in the doorway. He looked at me with total confusion in his eyes and I knew it was from seeing both me and Jake almost naked. Then it seemed like something dawned on him and his expression softened. I felt

Evan - Twenty Nine I stood on the porch in front of Jake’s house for no more than a minute but it felt like so much longer. All I did was stare at the door hoping he would open it again but it stayed shut.      I turned around and hung my head, resigned to the fact that things were damaged beyond repair now. I got as far as the bottom step when I looked back over my shoulder and the door swung open.      “What about the words fuck and off don’t you understand?” Jake shouted, storming out of his house, heading straight for me.      “Jake… Please… I…” I stuttered as he rapidly approached and I backed away across his lawn.      His fists wrapped around the collar of my polo shirt and he clenched it tight, pulling me toward him and yanking it up so I had to stand on tiptoes as he brought his face so close to mine I could feel the spit fly when he began his tirade.      “Don’t you fucking get it?” He growled. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you or even