Triple Love - An Erick Chaplain story 1 - Sex Stories

Triple Love - An Erick Chaplain story 1

... straightening her jaw and pulling back defiantly. "I Googled him, Chels." "I told you not to, Erick. You never listen to me." "Which is precisely the reason why I did," I tell her and she's turning red. I can see the smoke sputter from her ears. It's time to go. Now. But Chels wants answers, I can tell. Especially when she says, "Why, Erick? Why would you do that?" "Because I knew his name sounded familiar," I say. That's the truth. Even though he lived on the other side of the country, I knew about him. Heard about it on Facebook, on one of those teen LGBTQ pages I follow. John Fitch. He was fifteen years old when he crashed the local town election for mayor and proclaimed, "I AM THE SECOND COMING. I AM CHRIST!" They locked him in the crazy house. His parents, two out-matched Mormons, blamed it on his homosexuality. Proclaimed themselves, "OUR SON HAS BEEN POSSESSED!" I felt bad for him at the time. Shared his story. My boyfriend-erm, well, ex-boyfriend!-helped an online campaign to raise money for him. Guess it worked, but I didn't know that until Chels brought his name up two weeks ago and asked me to give him a dial. He's one town over from us now. "He might come," Chels says suddenly and I'm pushing forward, grabbing either side of her cheeks. “I mean, I texted him and he said, 'Definitely yes!' but he’s known to lie, you know?" She gives me a goofy smile and scratches her nails into both of my hands still on her cheeks. I release her and she sighs. "Damnit, I know ...

... I'm a bad friend, Erick, but I just want to see you happy." That makes me go all soft, and my stomach catches butterflies, and I feel all warm and fuzzy. I smile at her and take her hand in mine and I say, "I'm being too hard on you, babes. It's just...three months and it still hurts. I'm not over him. I don't want to be with another guy." My cheeks turn red. Chels leans her head onto my shoulder and squeezes my hand. "You'll find someone, some day, when you're ready. But, Erick, this guy of mine, I didn't want to shove him off on you so you two could, like, totally hump or whatever. He needs a friend. He's lonely. He hasn't met another openly gay person before and his new guardians are hoping he'd find someone to hang out with. And soon." I squeeze her hand back. As long as he doesn't go ape-shit crazy on me, what's the hurt? And if all he needs is a friend I guess I could be down with that. I could always use somebody to laugh and smile with. See a movie. Hang out at the park, or his house, or... Chels stops, suddenly turns on her heels. She yanks me and I nearly fall over. "What the hell?" "Don't. Look. Back." She says in choppy words and she's leading me back to where the elementary kids are still playing in the bounce house. I look over my shoulder and see him. I see him with him. Wrapped in each other by the cotton candy machine, lips smashed together. "Damnit, Erick, listen to me for just one damned time in your life!" I yank myself free from her and do a complete ...