I'm Sorry - Sex Stories

I'm Sorry

"Kris..." The attempt to get the usher's attention went unnoticed as he quickly collected the discarded church programs and fans left strewn about in the pews. Dan noted Kris' bright blue afro and the small dark blue beads of sweat beginning to form on the back of his neck. The tight yet form-fitting suit he wore looked to be fighting back as he tried to hustle to get to the next row of benches to tidy up. Dan wore a desperate look as he tried to will himself to call the usher's name again. The fact that he would even look this guy's way felt awkward since they had been declared rivals so many years ago. Kris always managed to outshine him when they were both in the youth ministry. He stood there and thought about the times he had talked about him, spread rumors and even betrayed Kris when "it" happened. You're probably wondering what "it" is. Well, before "it" happened, they were undercover friends. In person they would never talk but they would always send text messages back and forth. Everything was golden up until Kris' 8th grade year (and Dan's freshman year of high school). Dan sent Kris a nude picture of himself, begging to be blown. Kris happily obliged and they arranged to meet up after bible study one idle Wednesday night. Long story shortened down, Dan freaked out and beat the breaks off of Kris. The beating, along with the internal battle of trying to figure out what he was, were two of the main things that drove him to begin cutting himself. But that’s a ...

... different story for another day. Being the kind of person Kris is, he cut Dan off permanently. It was the last time they interacted directly and the beginning of a rivalry that would endure through their high school years and almost into college before it just fizzled out. Back to today though. Kris' mind was on autopilot as he made his rounds trying to collect all of the programs and fans along with any trash. The only thing that was on his mind was trying to get home and get in the bed. It was a long service and his legs were killing him. "Kris," Dan called again, taking a step forward behind him. Kris paused what he was doing and looked around, looking slightly confused. He turned around and nearly ran into Dan. Dan took a step back while nervously playing with his dreads. "Can we, uhm, talk," Dan asked Kris, still trying to decide if this was what he really wanted to do. Kris arched his eyebrow out of suspicion. He wracked his mind for a few moments trying to figure out what the hell Dan wanted but he couldn’t come up with anything. “About what,” Kris flatly replied as he tucked a stack of crumpled programs under his arm and began to organize a handful of fans. “I don’t know. I just feel like I need to talk to you. I honestly have no idea what compelled me to talk to you.” There was a moment of silence between them as Kris eyed Dan’s face, trying to read him. He wasn’t sure if there was a punch line waiting or a trap waiting to be caught in. “I don’t have anything to say, other ...