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Click hereThe house was beautiful, slate blue concrete façade with a grey stone surround on the bottom portion of the house. The roof of the house was done in charcoal tiled shingles. The garage was towards the back of the house so as to not detract from the front. The cobbled driveway went perfectly with the landscape. After I parked in the circular drive, I got out and just looked around. I would have loved to live here with Jarred. I tried to shake the longing off and just look forward to the time I would be spending 'vacationing'.
I rang the doorbell and waited... and waited. I hoped I wasn't too early. The brown wood door with the glass inlay at eye-level yielded that no one was coming down the hall. I began to feel apprehensive as I rang the bell for the third time. I saw him jogging up the hallway. I'd only pulled one bag out of the car, but I was glad it was my carry-on. My dick became rock hard as I say the object of my desires come jogging up in old ratty sneakers, sweat dripping down his naked torso, his hair matted to his head and his silky love trail disappearing into some low-riding basketball shorts. I gulped loud enough that it almost drowned out the pounding in my ears. He opened the door and I forgot to breathe.
The heat coming off him was intoxicating. The musky manliness of his sweat was assaulting my senses.
"Hey Marv, you're early! Sorry I didn't hear the door, I was out back shooting some hoops."
I smiled at him, shaking my head. He seemed to have no idea how hot he was. I held that smile as I stepped into the foyer of the house. Another man came strolling in, chugging some water. He looped his arm around Jarred's neck, like you would your younger brother. He was grinning from ear to ear dressed exactly like Jarred. I smiled as they bantered back and forth about who won. I looked from one to the other expectantly, wondering when the introductions were going to be made. This had to be a relative of Jarred's.
Jarred motioned me further into the house. "Hey Marv, I'm sorry for not introducing you two. This is Michael... my partner."
- COMMENTS
kenekid518about 1 month agoI did not like the ending, another blow to his already fragile staters . Jarred should have told Marc about his partner before he even made the invitation
mandarinandbasilabout 5 years agoHey, you probably never check this, but IF you do, just know that there are still people who read and love this! If you ever decide to continue this story, I'm here! :) If it stays unfinished, in my head I'm going to imagine that Marvin comes to terms with his sexuality and lives a happy life, friends with Jarred but not partners.
I think Jarred probably loved Marv for a long time, still does in a way, but has found a new love. Marv and Jarrod talk, work through their issues, stay close, and Marv can finally learn to be himself. I'm sure the two would've been great together, but happiness comes in many forms, and I hope that Jarred was able to find that with Michael. Sometimes, when we deny ourselves, we might miss chances. New ones will always come, though. (So that's my in-my-head ending)
Anonymousabout 6 years agoMaybe I’m way off base here, but I was getting the impression that it might turn out that Jared is actually Marvyn’s Brother! Why would Marvyn kick someone out of his life, that he was always ‘close friends’ with, just because he found out that he was gay. The only thing that contradicts this theory is when Marvyn’s wife asks him if he is ‘in love with Jared’, so my theory could be wrong.
There is the possibility that they were business partners when Jared ‘came out’ as gay to Marvyn, however. But if Marvyn separated Jared from his life after that revelation, when exactly had Marvyn and Jared been lovers in the past?
Something is not making sense with this story.
