My Best Friend, Tristan (Part 3)

NOTE: Point of View Change noted by (///), and Time Change noted my (***). Also please note that the Character of Tristan has very easygoing personality which adds to his sex appeal.

Now my mother knows about Tristan. So she stopped letting her come over. She’d tell him I wasn’t there even when I was. And I didn’t even have to instruct her to do that. A dinner with my mother tonight. Not long after that night with Tristan. We don’t usually have dinner together. This is a special dinner for my mother to show me that she’s proud of her son. Not because I turned down Tristan’s advances because technically she wasn’t supposed to know about that. And I’m not supposed to know that she knows.

According to her this is a dinner for her to tell me that she is proud of the man her son has become. Focused and determined. Yeah, really believable. But she kisses my forehead with that pretense. I know she’s just happy that she doesn’t have to tell her neighbors that her home is imperfect. And she doesn’t have to go to those parent child coming-out seminars. She was happy, so I let her be.

***

Tristan has been hard to resist. We have so many classes together, oddly so considering he’s a Sociality major and I’m Pre-Law. But since we are only nearing the end of our sophomore year, we’re still finishing up those general education requirements. And I see him all the time. The truth is, he’s eased up on his advances. And I wish he hadn’t. Because at least fighting his advances was something to focus my energy on. Instead of how much I wanted him. Now he just sits in class being him. Sexy. Charming him. I sit in back of Tristan to be able to look at him all I want, even if I can’t have him. I think I can live with that.

***

Today in class, I didn’t realize how lost I was in my daydream about him as I stare at the back of Tristan’s head. He turns and sees me looking at him too hard to deny. And speaking of hard. God this is so embarrassing. Tristan doesn’t have to make any effort to see my hard-on from where he is sitting. He could see my bulge easily. A standoffish smirk escapes him. Then he turns away. Had he gotten over me in less than a month? I guess he would if Lanae was so easy to throw away. He broke up with her the day she found us kissing. He was with her for so long. How was it so easy for him? Is this the type person Tristan really is? A player, a tease? Now I’m a part of that.

***

Class again. This time a guy named Danny who usually sits next to Tristan, turns to say something to him. Is he asking him for a pen, notes, his number? Whatever it is, Tristan’s sure enjoying his company. It was no question that Danny had a thing for Tristan. He was one of those super gays that was attracted to the semi-bad boy type. Usually because the actual bad boys were busy kicking his ass. By now a few people knew about Tristan. But did Danny know? Of course I’m no master of discrete. Danny notices me staring and calls Tristan’s attention to me. Tristan turns to me with empty eyes. No emotions. No response. Then he looks away.

***

Class is over and I have to make my peace with Tristan. Maybe that’ll help me let him go.  I see him leave the class and I follow briskly behind him.

“Tristan. Wait.” I call out to him. He stops in what seems like a never ending hall. I catch up to him. I’m not really sure how to begin. He just stares at me as if I’m a waste of time.

“Look, Tristan. We didn’t end things in a very healthy way.” I manage to say.

“Rejection isn’t the last thing you should have gotten from me. It wasn’t very fair to you for me to act the way I did.” I was finally able to express myself genuinely. But in a hallway of very few people, I still felt uncomfortable speaking to a somewhat openly gay man.

“Is that the best you got?” Tristan finally comes alive for the first time in a while. That familiar sexy challenge was pulsing openly in him.

“Yes.” I say. “That’s all I got.

He steps closer to me. Taken by this surprise, I step back. This continues until he forces me against the wall with teasing eyes and a flirtatious smirk. My nerves start to overtake me. Part of me wants this, but the other is afraid of who might see. I turn my neck to scan the hall. A person or two pass every now and then. He quickly pulls my attention back to him with an open palm against the hall just next to my face.

“You don’t think I know how much you want me? You get excited just thinking about me.” He starts closing in on me. His thigh rubbing against mine. His lips so close to mine. Mm! I moan. He now carries a dominant tone mixed with certainty still equally teasing.

“You want me to touch you like this.”

“Mm!” I moan as he slides his hand between my legs and up my waist. I can feel his hand on my bare skin. Huh!” I exhale deeply. I notice someone passing through the hall. I dart away so I won’t be recognized. Tristan catches on and it irritates him even more. With one hand against the wall already, he slams his other hand on the opposite side just by my face. I cringe slightly.

“See you could have me. But you choose to care what some random guy, who might not even know your first name, thinks of you.” Tristan contended.

Tristan has never understood that everything isn’t always as easy as he makes it out to be.

“Whose gonna elect the gay senator when there is a perfectly competent straight one?” I ask him. He doesn’t answer. He releases me and just walks away. And just my luck. Danny’s standing there watching him walk away from me. He soon goes chasing after Tristan darting past me.

***

It’s been a full week since Tristan last spoke to me. I think he’s shut me out for good now. I see him with Danny all the time. Drives me crazy. What makes it worse is that I can’t tell if they’re dating. Doesn’t really seem like it but they’re always together. I already know Danny is crazy about him, but Tristan doesn’t show much more than a little interest in him. Not desire. Not like the desire in his eyes that night he pled for me. Tell me you want me. Is that really all it took? How did I let him walk out of my life without a single fuck? I crave his touch on a daily basis. Now I’m reduced to masturbating to old pictures of him. Imagining him taking me in this small lonely room the way he almost did before. It’s all I have now as I try to figure out where my life goes from here.

***

I spot Danny in the hall. I charge at him. All the wondering about their dating was killing me. I had to know. So I charge at him with sheer determination and ask him louder than I’d usually caution myself to regarding matters like this one. “Are you and Tristan together?”

“Why the sudden interest in my love life? You barely ever say two words to me.” He retorts.

I turn and begin walking away. I didn’t think he’d tell me anyway. Sudden he says, “Wait.” I stop.

“I’ll tell you if you’re sure you can handle it.” He cautions me.

I turn back to him now more enticed by this warning. I feel like anything he says to me would be something new I get to learn about Tristan.

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So it’s about 30 minutes before PE begins. And I notice Tristan is early to class. So I go and sit at the bleachers just below where he is sitting phone in hand. I decide to tell him I’m gay too. Just to strike up a conversation considering most people figures a well-dressed male with a happy-go-lucky attitude has to be gay. I start to speak and he immediately cuts me off.

“You’re gay.” He says. He seemed distant and uncaring, but I heard a hint of flirtation in his voice. He looks at me for a second. A small smile forms.

“I don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me how much you want me now.” He speaks again. I don’t respond. At this point I can’t tell if he’s being a tease or just sarcastic. He lays aside his phone and comes down to where I’m seated. He leans right over me his hands resting on the bleachers. So close to my lips. He says, “I wanna know. How much do you want me?” At this point I’m so enticed by his warm breath against my lips I’d do anything for him.

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Danny isn’t just telling this story. He is reliving it. And not only do I have to hear the things Tristan did to him, but I have to deal with the fact that he did those very same things to me too.

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So I told him. “I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you.” He sounds a pleased moan when he hears me say this.

“Hmmm. How sexy. The thought of wanting someone who has no idea. For such a long time? And did you get off to the thought of me?” He starts speak into my ear and down my neck. It drove me wild. Tristan was pleasuring me without ever touching my body. I became curious to know how far he would go.

“Do you get off thinking about me, Danny?”

“Yes. All the time.” I confessed in a breathy moan.

“Mhmm!” He moans again. “I guess you wanna get off to me right now, don’t you, Danny?” He whispers on my skin. “Hahhh. Do it, Danny.”

The thought alone of what he was asking me to do turned me on instantly. I slide my hand into my gym shorts, and start jerking off in front of him. His warm breath hitting my skin. I start to moan. Still not a touch from Tristan and I feel like I might explode.

“Huh. You like that, don’t you?” He rouses me. I can barely speak.

“Hmn?”

“Yeah.” I whisper.

“Louder!” he whispers.

“Yeah!” I sound out.

“Are you gonna cum, Danny? He asks. “I’d love to watch you come” He teases. I throw my head back. He’s still leaning over me with is breath hitting my skin as he begs me to cum.

“Cum for me, Danny!”

I could not help the thought that Tristan was working me in the gym and I didn’t care who came in. I was so far gone that I pulled myself out of my shorts and continued jerking off right in front of him.

He says, “I want you to do me a favor.” With what strength I could manage I said anything.

He wanted me to bring my head forward and shoot my cum right into my mouth, thinking only of him. I tried of course. Got maybe half of it into my mouth. The rest spattered all over my face. I exhale deeply.

He leans into me and examines me. “Hmn. Sexy. I’m gonna take a picture of this and masturbate to it whenever I’m thinking of you.” He sounded so sexy I wanted to come all over again. When he gets up to leave, I wipe my face clean. I call out to him.

“Wait.” I say. He stops. Everything about him is sexy. Even in the way that he stops so coolly waiting on you to say something. “Does this mean I’m yours?” I ask.

He turns to face me. “Do you want to be mine?”

I nod subtly a little love-struck. He walks up to me ever so effortlessly. He leans into me again.

“If you become mine then there is no longer the never knowing what it’s like to want me as much as you do now. All the same, if I was to kiss you as much as you’re aching for me to do so right now, then the mystery goes away. I want you to want me to touch you, to kiss you, to make love to you as long as we can both help it.” I remained silent the entire time he spoke those sexy words to me. Then he walked away leaving me hanging on to so many hopes and uncertainties.

So to answer your question, no, we’re not dating. Maybe friends with benefits but I’m not ensure if we’re even friends or having sex. But one thing’s for sure I’m gonna make him want me so bad it hurts. And the only way to release the pain is for him to release everything inside me.

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Danny looks down at his pants: wet stain. He charges away from me. I tried to hold back tears, but now that Danny’s gone I let some go. He’s actually sharing that side of himself with someone else. But what did I expect? That he’d put his life on hold for me? Maybe. Maybe that’s exactly what I wanted.