A gay adult story: Ahh… Lochy Part 3 by Backchat ,
Part 3…This story is a bit longer than the first two as I attempt to broaden the story line a little more.
I hope you enjoy.
In the midst of my mind, I was yearning to get to know Lochy better.
I mean, sure, we had known each other for quite a few years now but for 3 of those years we had been completely apart.
So he kind of felt like a new person to me now, almost like an acquaintance that I took the time to get to know and ended up having a one-night-stand with.
“Oh God!” I thought to myself
“He’s a one night and technically morning stand!!”
His shapely-ass and strong back muscles were moving rhythmically as he walked towards the bathroom with me closely behind him.
When we got there, he turned on the warm lights as well as the exhaust fan before turning on the hot water.
Lochy turned his head to me, his cheeks were burnt-red from blushing profusely, but he had a sort of worried look on his face, he also seemed to be struggling to hide his worried expressions as well.
I bent at my knees and squatted onto the floor, looking up at him. “What’s the matter, dude?” I asked tenderly
He looked down at me, and I could see the faint beginnings of tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
It came to me, he had-had the same thought I had on the way to the bathroom, and it all made sense now that I look at it…
The alcohol started it, and after our orgasm we were still drunk and exhausted, and in the morning, we were at the mercy of ‘Morning Glory’, hung-over, de-hydrated and fatigued from not getting enough recovery-time.
Those two times that we made-love (well… I guess it wasnt love after all..) we were just taking advantage of the moment.
But now….
Now we were wide awake, all mental functionality was at full capacity and the afterglow of hot sex had worn off all too quickly, and just like that, we had begun to regret everything.
However, I didnt regret having sex, oh no, don’t be silly, I only regret telling him “I love you”, I regret seducing my best friend and I regret making him feel this awful…
He, on the other hand, was raised to believe that anything ‘Gay’ or remotely ‘Homosexual’ was completely dirty, wrong and looked down upon by the masses.
I knew that he’d hate me now, and I know that he wouldn’t be able to cope with what had happened…
Standing up, I grabbed a nearby towel, wrapped it around my waste, and without admiring his cum-covered body or cum-covered-cock, I looked right into his eyes and spoke “Looks like we’re feeling the same thing… huh… I think I’ll let you shower first, I’ll clean up your room while I’m waiting… kay?”
With that I turned my head and walked towards the exit, closing it behind me, I dared-not to look at his face.
I had put as much feeling of understanding and overwhelming emotion into what I said to try and make some of it alright, but I was really clutching at straws here… I know Lochy all too well, and he’s bound to go into some sort of depression and wollow in self-pity for ages.
Closing the door to the bathroom behind me I lean against the wall next to it and sigh deeply…
“Shit” I thought, “This is not going to be as fun as I had thought…”
I heard the curtain from the shower curtain slide open and closed as Lochy got into it and I wondered how he was doing right now.
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almost an hour later and here I was, sitting outside of his house on one of the steps.
Clean clothes hung comfortably loose from my body after my shower, which I must say was a god-send.
The shower, like many other’s had given me some alone time to think about things, gave me time to calm down.
When lochy had finished his shower he put on some clean clothes and found me inb his laundry, forcing his bed sheets and blanket into the washing machine.
“I’m done with the shower now” was all he said, and after that, he went up to his room and locked his bedroom door.
I hadnt seen him since, and I thought it would be the right thing to give him some space and hope that he manages to come to terms with had has happened and that it won’t mean the end of the world for him.
I decided to send him a txt asking if he was alright and if he would like to talk.
He simply replied “no”
Unwanted fear was beginning to gather in my thoughts, What if he hates me? What if he wants me to leave?
I’ll have nowhere to go!
I went through all of the possible scenario’s in my head as to how lochy could react once he got out of his room.
Half an hour later and I had successfully managed to scare the shit out of myself, thinking that he’d hate me forever and is probably just waiting for me to leave.
Pulling out my phone again I sent one of mine and Lochys friend from high-school, Steve, a message asking if I could crash at his the night.
I knew that Steve had a 1 bedroom apartment in the city, and I’d have the best chance at crashing the night at his over anyone else from my old high-school.
Steve replied almost instantly saying that-that would be fine, but he wouldn’t get off work for another 3 hours, I replied back saying thanks and arranging to buy him some chinese for dinner as a thanks.
Then I sent a message to Lochy stating my leaving and apologizing for upsetting him so.
It wasn’t my intention to do this, but the only right thing I could think of doing was to leave him be and hope that he might talk to me again someday.
Lochys reply came an hour later, since then I had relocated myself to the lounge and was watching TV to help pass the time.
The message read:
“Hey dude, I really don’t want you to go, but if your too disgusted in me to stay then I’ll understand,
Your my best friend and I made a shitty mistake, Im so sorry”
I exhaled a sigh of relief, turns out he was thinking exactly the same thing I was!
Instead of replying to him I decided to go over to his bedroom and knock at the door to see if he’ll let me in.
Once I’m sure he really doesn’t mind me staying the night again, I’ll send Steve a message saying not to worry as something just came up.
It’s a bit of a dick move cancelling like that as I’m sure he would’ve appreciated some decent food for dinner instead of the cheap 60c packet of Mi-Goreng noodles he consumes as a “Healthy Diet” but I really didn’t want to leave Lochy and have him think that I left because I despised him.
I knocked on his door twice and awaited an answer.
He was playing some sobby music from his computer quietly, I heard his computer chair squeek as he got off it and made his way to the door.
It opened and there, before me was face shrouded in devastation but a hint of relief that I had actually come back to him.
“Hey man” I said awkwardly.
“uhhh hey… what’s up?” he sounded even more awkward than I had.
I didn’t reply to him straight away, Instead, I tried to search his facial expressions for something that would let me know if he was genuinely worried about loosing me as a friend, or if he was disgusted in what we had done.