All Parts of Him Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

All Parts of Him Ch. 01

... time. You can still go back to being straight."

Steven pursed his lips, suppressing the emotion within.

"All I can think," Robert paused, trying to make sense of the situation, "is that maybe you...want to be gay." He shook his head, bewildered, "But I don't get it, why would you go on down that path when you can clearly see your life is falling around you?" He exhaled, his voice sounding somewhat defeated, "I don't get it, Stevey."

The eyes of the golden-haired boy began to well up with tears, but they continued to reflect an emptiness within.

"Unless..." the black man crossed his arms, pinching his lower lip, "unless you realized that you've been gay all along...and it's a part of you?" He became lightheaded as the thought occurred to him. Anyone in their right mind would have gone back to being straight...if they only could. Steven must have felt like he couldn't go back, which means that he's tried going back. He wouldn't have wanted his life to collapse around him like this, nobody wants this, they are afflicted with it, they have to live with it.

Steven didn't move or speak or even shift his eyes, not even when another tear rolled down his cheek.

It broke Robert up to see him feeling so hopeless and lost. "Stevey," he said, "You're my best friend."

Steven's eyes blinked slowly.

"I love you, Stevey," he said in a soft breathy voice, ducking his head to search those cobalt blue eyes for the friend he lost, "You are loved."

And like an ...

... avalanche slowly gathering momentum, Steven's expression began to break, the tears streamed down his face, and his lips distorted and twisted. The boy shattered then, and he wept. Robert had never seen a man cry like this, but he was happy to see his friend come back from the abyss, he wrapped his arms around him. It seemed like the right thing to do.

Steven buried his face into Robert's neck, and soon he was wailing like an injured animal.

Robby held him tight, his right thumb softly stroking the back of his neck. The pain emanated out of him, turning his skin red hot in Robert's grasp.

Steven was lost in a daze of emotion, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and nothing in the world mattered anymore, nothing besides Robert. His eyes were shut to keep the rest of the world at a distance, and the only thing he could hear was the rhythmic beating of Robert's heart and the air passing in and out of his chest. As Steven wiped his own tears, he laid his hand to rest against Robby's chest, the sensation of the larger man's skin against his own was a comfort like no other he'd ever felt. The arms that held him, appeared larger as they flexed to tightly grasp him. He felt so safe, so warm, in Robert's protective arms.

On and on it went, the tears for the life he lived. It became dark, and the boys grew tired. Robert lay back in his bed, bringing Steven with him to lay his head on his chest, the wailing over, but the tears still falling amid quiet sniffles.

As Steven ...