Max's Chance By Robcub32 From Literotica free porn video

(Note: This story features characters from "A Clean Start". You don't have to read that story first, but I recommended it.)

"Hi, Max!" the familiar voice called out.

As I walked out of the locker room, I looked and saw Pete's smiling face standing next to the weight rack. Pete was my best friend Tank's boyfriend or partner or whatever you want to call it.

"Hey, Pete," I replied back.

Pete grinned back. I smiled and shook my head. Pete was just way too happy sometimes. He was a cute little fucker, too. A ginger twink. If Tank hadn't fallen head over heels for him on first sight, I would have snatched him up in a second. Hell, I still jerk off on occasion thinking about that killer blowjob he gave me. It was a moment of weakness for us, before he and Tank hooked up about nine months ago.

The thing is, before I met Pete, I wouldn't have dreamed about settling down. I'm 28 years old, good looking with a hot body. I had a steady parade of one night stands and fuck buddies and I loved it. But I would have given all that up for Pete. Even so, he still had an effect on me. The one night stands have stopped and the late night booty calls have slowed way down. I want more out of life. I want what Tank and Pete have.

I ruffled Pete's hair and then clapped Tank on the back.

"Hey, Dude," Tank greeted me.

"Ready?" I asked.

We got Pete started on his weight routine, then Tank and I got started lifting.

After we finished working out, we showered, then headed out for dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse. Our usual Friday night routine.

"Are you okay, Max?" Pete asked.

I looked up from my half-eaten salad. "Yeah, Pete. I'm fine."

"You just seem a little preoccupied."

"I think he needs to get laid," Tank joked. "Dude, when was the last time you went out on a date?"

"None of your fucking business," I grumbled.

"That long huh?" he said with a loud laugh.

Pete giggled and I couldn't help but laugh, too. Maybe I did need to get laid. God, it must be close to three months now.

After dinner, I walked to my Mustang after saying goodbye to my friends. I looked up at Tank's pickup truck and saw Pete leaning over inside the truck and Tank bent down and kissed him passionately. My cock throbbed in my jeans. I grabbed my cell phone and flipped through my contacts. Chris. Yeah, he's a hot little fucker.

I made the call.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, Chris. It's Max."

"Hey, Max. It's been a while."

"You busy tonight?"

"Nah. Why don't you bring some beer and stop by?"

I stopped at the store and grabbed a six pack and headed to Chris's apartment. When he opened the door, my cock twitched in my pants. Man, I was hornier than I thought.

I smiled and held up the beer and he grabbed it and set it down on the counter. He turned around and wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I pushed back with my own.

"Oh, fuck, Max. You're so hot," he moaned.

I took charge and grabbed him and dragged him to his bedroom. I pulled his t-shirt off, exposing his flat chest and slender waist. A quick tug had his shorts around his ankles. I wasted no time tossing my clothes onto the floor.

I looked down at Chris and took in the sight of his naked body. He had thick black hair and brown eyes, around 5'10" tall with a thin build.

I was slightly taller at 6'1" with 175 pounds of muscle. Chris ran his hands over my mohawk and grinned. I smirked at him and pushed him back onto his bed. I crawled on top of him, moving between his legs and pushing my seven and half inches of fat cut cock into his butt crack.

We made out for a while, until I got him hot and ready for me.

"Fuck me, Max," he begged.

I turned him over onto his stomach and he pawed at the nightstand drawer. I grabbed the lube and condom from him and got him stretched and opened for my cock.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him up onto all fours. Kneeling behind him, I rolled the condom onto my throbbing bone and got it nice and wet. Chris groaned like a slut in heat as I pushed the fat head into him.

"Like that?" I asked smugly, knowing damn well he did.

He moaned in reply, pushing back against me. Yeah, this slut was hot for it.

I grabbed his hips and slid all the way down to the root. When Chris started moving back and forth, that was my cue. I started pumping hard and fast. Chris was moaning and groaning, his head tossing back and forth. I slammed into him over and over.

I was feeling generous tonight, so I leaned over him, and moved my hand under, sliding it down his chest and stomach. I wrapped it around his cock and started stroking in rhythm with my pounding hips.

"Oh my god, Max! I'm gonna come!" he cried out.

I pounded him harder and I felt his dick throbbing in my hand as it shot come all over his bed.

I pushed back upright and gripped his hips tightly. My hips were flying hard and fast, slamming into him over and over.

"Oh, motherfuck, I'm gonna shoot!" I shouted.

I shoved into him one more time and blasted my pent up release into the condom.

I let out a deep breath and slapped Chris's ass cheek. "That was hot."

I collapsed on the bed next to him. Chris rolled over onto his back with a groan.

"I needed that. Thanks," he said.

I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. I pulled the condom off and tied the end and tossed it onto the floor.

I had gotten off, but it didn't really do it for me like I thought it would. I laid there trying to figure out how to get the hell out of here.

"Max... That was great," Chris said. "But I gotta get up early in the morning. You can stay if you want, but I really need to get some sleep."

"Nah. Go to sleep, Chris."

"Okay, Max. Call me sometime. Thanks," he said quietly. His eyes drooped shut and he started to breathe lightly.

I got up and grabbed my clothes. After a quick clean up in the bathroom, I let myself out and headed home.

***

Monday afternoon I was sitting in my rig with my partner, Bill, eating lunch.

"I don't know how you can eat that shit," Bill said as he took a bite of his Italian sausage hoagie.

"Maybe you should look into natural peanut butter sandwiches. You're getting a little soft around the middle," I chuckled.

I stuffed the last of my peanut butter sandwich into my mouth and grabbed a celery stalk.

"I'd rather be a little fluffy than have to eat cardboard and rabbit food," he laughed.

I was about to give a snappy comeback, when the radio interrupted us. "Dispatch to Unit 5-9."

Bill grabbed the radio and acknowledged the call. He toss his lunch aside and turn on the lights and we sped off.

When we arrived at the convenience store, we jumped out of the ambulance with our gear. A young woman wearing a shirt with the store logo motioned for us and we followed her around to the back of the convenience store.

Bill and I knelt beside the young body lying on the pavement behind the store. He was a young man, in his early to mid-twenties. His blond hair was long and matted with blood. He was short and lean. He looked like he worked out quite a bit, but he clearly could not defend himself from such a brutal attack.

"Jesus," Bill muttered under his breath. "Someone really beat the living shit out of him."

"I came back to dump the trash and he was just lying there," the clerk said.

I tried to engage him in conversation while Bill checked his vitals.

"Can you hear me?" I asked the little guy.

He groaned and choked back a sob and turned his head away from me.

"He's stable enough for us to move," Bill said. "I'll get the gurney."

Bill ran off and I returned my attention to my charge.

"My name is Max. What's yours? Hey. Look at me," I said to the guy as I snapped my fingers.

He turned and looked at me. His face was bruised all over, his left eye nearly swollen shut. His eyes were a dull blue, sad and tormented. He squeezed them shut tight and tears poured out. Even through the bruises, I could see that he was beautiful. I felt my heart breaking for him. Tears filled my eyes and I'm not sure why, but I took his hand in mine.

"It's okay," I said quietly. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

The cops finally arrived and strolled up and started questioning the clerk as we carried the boy away.

When we pushed into the ER, the nurse led us to Trauma 2. As we pushed him through the hall, I saw Tank standing at the triage station.

"Tank!" I called out.

He looked up and came running after us. We handed off our patient to the doctors and nurses and backed off so they could do their jobs.

I made eye contact with Tank. He nodded at me and turned to do his job. Bill tapped his fist on my arm and we headed back to our rig.

***

I couldn't stop thinking about the little guy. The look in his eyes. So sad and so lonely. I wanted to help him, but I didn't really know what I could do.

As soon as my shift was over, I headed back to the hospital and found Tank and took him aside.

"Hey, Tank," I said quietly. "How's he doing?"

"Who? The guy you brought in?"

"Yeah."

"Not good. They induced a c*** because they were worried about the swelling around his brain."

"Jesus."

"He didn't have any ID on him. We don't have any idea who he is. They've moved him upstairs. Why don't you go check on him?"

"Nah," I shrugged.

"You sure, bub? He doesn't have anyone right now."

Tank squeezed my shoulder and I nodded at him and headed upstairs. I found out which was his room and headed down the hall.

A pair of uniformed cops were standing outside the room. I knew one of them, Zach Greene. I had seen his partner, Peters, around, but didn't know him very well.

"Hey, Zach," I said as I extended my hand.

"Max, what are you doing here?"

"I brought the k** in. I wanted to check on him. You guys know anything?"

"It looks like he was beaten and then he managed to walk to the store before he passed out. We went up and down the block, but didn't come up with anything. No one has reported him missing either."

I pulled out a business card and handed it to Zach. "If you hear anything, can you let me know?"

"Sure, man. We're gonna head out. I'll catch you later."

I gave them a nod of my head as they left. I went inside and pulled up a chair next to the left side of his bed.

He had been cleaned up, but he was in pretty bad shape. Bruises all over his face and body, and he had a sprained right wrist and a cracked rib according to his chart.

"Hey, little guy," I said quietly. "Sorry. I don't know your name. I'm Max. Maybe you remember me?"

I sat and quietly talked to him for a couple of hours, mostly just babbling on and on about nothing.

I returned the next evening, then the evening after that, staying longer each time.

***

I found myself sitting with him Thursday evening, holding his hand. The swelling in his face had gone down some, but the bruises looked awful. He was still beautiful, though.

"You know, they said you can wake up at anytime. So if you did that, then I wouldn't be sitting here talking to myself. No? Well, hmm... Maybe I can tell you a story."

I told him about Pete and Tank and how they got together. How happy and cute they were and how they made me sick with all their kissing and touching.

"I guess they're still in their honeymoon phase," I laughed. "From what Tank tells me, I'm surprised Pete can walk. You'll meet Pete one day. I bet you'll like him. What the fuck am I saying? What the hell am I doing here?"

I sighed softly.

"Max?" a quiet voice interrupted from the doorway.

I looked up to see Pete walk in, carrying a plastic grocery bag and I quickly let go of my new friend's hand.

"Speak of the devil," I said. "Hey, Pete. What are you doing here?"

"Toby said that you'd be here. I wanted to check on how you were doing. I brought you something to eat."

"How did Tank know I was here?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Hospital gossip I guess. Here, I made you dinner."

Pete handed me the plastic bag and I pulled out a plastic container and fork. I popped open the top and smelled it. Grilled chicken with a lemon sauce and brown rice.

"Mm. This looks great, Pete. Thanks. Pull up a chair and sit with me for a bit."

I dug into my dinner. I hadn't realized how hungry I was.

"You look tired, Max," Pete said quietly. "Have you been staying here all night?"

"Not all night... This chicken is fucking fantastic, by the way."

"It's one of Toby's favorites, too," he said with a smile.

I knew from the little smile and glimmer in his eyes that Pete was thinking of Tank. He blinked and turned his attention back to me.

"So, Max... Why are you here?" Pete asked.

"Fuck if I know, Pete. But the little guy doesn't have anybody. He's been here since Monday and no one has reported him missing. He looks so helpless. When we got there, he looked at me and I'll never forget the look in his eyes. I... I want to help him... To take care of him."

I felt myself getting emotional and I turned away for a second and cleared my throat.

Pete smiled sympathetically. "Well, just don't forget to take care of yourself."

Pete sat with me for another hour or so and we quietly talked.

Pete looked at his watch and stood up. "Toby is getting off work now, so I guess I should get going. Don't stay too late, Max."

Pete leaned down and hugged me, then packed the dirty container and fork back into the plastic bag.

"Thanks, Pete."

He gave me a wave and was out the door. I returned my attention to the man in the bed. I took his hand again.

"I'm gonna rest my eyes for a second," I told him. "Just let me know if you need anything."

I settled down in the chair and closed my eyes.

***

[squeeze]

My eyes flew open. I looked down at my hand. His left hand was still resting in mine. I swear I felt a squeeze. I looked up at his face. He was still sleeping. I looked up at the clock. Shit. I had fallen asleep nearly four hours ago.

[squeeze]

Okay. He definitely squeezed my hand.

"Hey, buddy," I said with a laugh. "Are you waking up? Come on... Wake up for me..."

He gripped my hand harder and started to stir. As he moved, he groaned in pain. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me.

I smiled warmly at him.

"Hey, little guy. I'm glad to see you finally joined the living. I-- We've been worried about you. I'm Max. What's your name?"

"Col--", he croaked out before he had a coughing fit. He cleared his throat and started over. "Colby."

"I'm gonna call the nurse, okay?"

I stood up to move around the other side of the bed. His hand was gripping mine hard and I chuckled.

"I'm gonna need my hand back," I joked.

His eyes widened and he looked horrified as he jerked his hand away.

"S-s-sorry."

"It's okay," I reassured him. "I didn't mind."

I walked over and pressed the call button.

"You were in the alley," he said quietly. "You're a fireman?" he asked, looking at my uniform.

"That was me. I'm an EMT. Me and my partner brought you here."

The nurse stepped in with a furrowed brow, but when she saw that Colby was awake she smiled.

"Oh, I see you're finally awake," she said. "I'll get the doctor right away."

She disappeared and returned a moment later with a young doctor and a second nurse in tow. I stepped back towards the door so that they could do their job. Colby looked at me with panic on his face.

The doctor started examining Colby. "I'm Doctor Rajesh. Your friend can stay. No need to be frightened."

"I'll be right over here, Colby," I said.

"Your name is Colby? What's your last name?" Rajesh asked him.

"Chase."

"Can you tell us what happened to you, Colby?" Rajesh asked him.

"I... I was beat up," he whispered.

"Can you tell us who did this?"

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

The doctor finished his exam and told Colby that he would let the police know that he was awake because they wanted to talk to him. I could see that Colby was fighting not to lose it when Rajesh mentioned the police. When they finished up with Colby, the doctor quietly told me that he needed rest and he asked me to not stay for long.

I sat down in my seat next to Colby.

Colby looked at me sheepishly. "Thank you for your help," he whispered.

"You're welcome, little guy. You know the police are going to want to know what happened to you. Do you think you'll be able to tell them?"

Colby shook his head.

"Is there someone you'd like me to call? Your parents?"

"No," he said loudly and firmly. It was the loudest I had heard him speak.

"Okay, buddy," I said, backing off. "How about a, um, girlfriend?"

"No girlfriend."

"Boyfriend?" I asked with a sly grin.

Colby's eyes widened and I could see him blush under the bruises.

"No boyfriend," he said, so quiet I had to strain to hear him.

"Good," I said and leaned back in my chair, a smug grin sliding across my face.

His mouth fell open and he looked at me with shock. He quickly recovered and the blush crept down his neck and he gave me a bashful smile.

Colby's eyelids started to grow heavy. I tenderly rubbed his arm and said, "You need to rest. I'll let you get some sleep and I'll check in on you tomorrow afternoon if you want."

Colby nodded and I squeezed his hand and watched his eyes droop shut. I watched him sleep for a few moments.

"Goodnight, Colby," I whispered before I left for the night.

***

The next afternoon, I was whistling to myself as I walked down the hall to Colby's room. When I stepped into the room, my smile disappeared.

Colby was practically curled up into the fetal position and he was sobbing.

"Colby? What's wrong?" I said as I hurried to the side of his bed.

"Max," he sobbed. "The cops... They called my parents. I didn't want them to know. If they--"

He hiccuped as he tried to control his crying.

I took his hand and tried to soothe him. "Colby. Calm down. Shh... It'll be okay. That's better..."

Colby's crying softened and he started to settle. He suddenly jerked his hand away from me and his body stiffened. His eyes widened in terror and he looked past me. I turned around to see an older man and woman enter the room.

"Oh my goodness!" the woman cried. "What did you do to yourself?"

The woman looked to be in her fifties. Blond hair that came from a bottle. A little overweight and a little too much makeup. She walked up to Colby and hugged him. She looked up at me with confusion as she hugged her son into her chest.

"I'm Max," I offered. "Max Warner. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Chase."

"Broward," the male voice boomed from behind me. "She's Mrs. Broward."

I turned and got a good look at what must be the step-dad. He was tall and brawny, with muscular chest and arms from working rather than working out. Thinning brown hair generously peppered with gray. His brown beard stubble was also graying. His eyes were dark and uninviting, as was the permanent scowl on his face.

I reached my hand out to him.

"The little sissy ain't mine," he growled.

I quickly pulled my hand out of his and balled it into a fist at my side. I had to get out of the room before I did something I'd regret.

"Colby," I said with as reassuring a smile as I could. "I'll be back in a little bit to check on you, okay?"

He was pleading with his eyes for me to stay. I wanted to reassure him and comfort him, but I wasn't sure what to do or say.

I stepped out into the hallway and fumed. I paced back and forth, my mind going a mile a minute. Colby's step-dad was a fucking asshole. No wonder he was so scared about them finding out.

I saw Zach Greene and Peters walking up the hall towards me and I raced up to them and fell in line next to Zach.

"Zach. Did you call Colby's parents?"

"Yeah. We called them about an hour ago. His mom and step-dad. Why? Are they here yet?"

"They're in there now. Did they say anything about what happened?"

"No. The mom said she hadn't talked to him since last week. We'll talk to them. Stay here."

I hung out in the hallway, sitting on the ground, for what seemed like forever. A shadow cast over me and I looked up to see Tank standing in front of me.

"Hey, bub," he said. "You look like shit."

Tank slumped down next to me.

"Thanks. Asshole," I joked.

"How's the k**?" he asked.

I shook my head and shrugged. "His parents and the cops are in there with him. He's scared. He said he didn't want them to know. And the step-dad is a homophobic asshole."

"You think maybe he was gay bashed?"

"That's what I'm thinking."

"You think maybe you're becoming too emotionally involved with this guy?"

"Yeah, I am. I can't even deny it."

"The k**'s gonna be messed up and really vulnerable. Are you sure you're ready for that? You can't bolt on him when it gets tough."

"I'm not gonna do that, Tank," I said defensively.

Tank sighed. "I suppose you won't be working out and going to dinner with me and Petey then?"

"Sorry, man. Next time."

"All right, bub. Let me or Petey know if we can help in any way."

Tank pushed himself up to his feet and left me sitting alone.

Greene and Peters walked out of the room a few minutes later and Greene nodded for me to follow them.

"What's up?" I asked quietly.

"When we started asking questions, the k** was practically pissing his pants," Greene said in hushed tones. "The step-dad's body language was pretty hostile and the k** wouldn't talk. He says he doesn't remember. We tried to talk with them out of the room, but he clammed up."

"He seems to trust you," Peters said. "Maybe you can get him to open up."

"I'll try."

***

I thought Colby's parents would never leave. I waited for them to disappear from sight and then headed back into his room. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep.

"Colby?" I whispered.

He opened his eyes and turned and smiled at me so sweetly. "Max. You came back."

"Of course I did. How was your visit with your parents?"

"Okay. I'm glad they're gone, though. I just want to go home."

"I think they're letting you out on Monday. You're already starting to look a lot better. How do you feel?"

"I'm a little sore, but I feel better than I did yesterday."

"Good. So tell me about yourself. We haven't had a chance to talk. Well, at least talking where you spoke back to me," I joked.

Colby told me he was 25. He was a graphic artist and lived by himself in a one-bedroom apartment. He loved to read and he loved to listen to soft jazz.

"Don't you have other things you'd rather do on a Friday night than sit with me?" he asked.

"Nah."

"You don't have a... a boyfriend?" he asked meekly.

"Nope."

Colby smiled and blushed and looked away from me. Too fucking cute.

"Can I ask you a question, Colby?"

"Yes."

"Do you think you can tell me what happened?"

He didn't answer me. He looked down at his hands.

"Were you gay bashed?"

His eyes filled with tears and he nodded and started to cry.

I got up and sat on the edge of his bed and grabbed his hand. I stroked his face with my other hand.

"It's okay, Colby. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise. But we gotta tell the cops, okay? Do you think you can do that for me?"

He nodded and sniffled. "Okay."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Colby sighed and took a deep breath. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and quiet.

"I was feeling lonely, so I took a cab into town. You know, I thought I might meet some people."

Colby sniffled and I squeezed his hand. I pushed aside the strong feelings of jealousy that erupted in me at the thought of him with another guy. I gave him a reassuring smile and he continued.

"The guys I met... They were just wanting sex, you know. I was looking for friends, or maybe if I met someone, he'd at least want to get to know me. Anyway, I left and I headed down the street to get a cup of coffee. These guys came up behind me. One of the guys knocked into me and he was calling me names and they started pushing me and throwing things at me. I hit him, but he... he punched me and then wouldn't stop. I thought he was going to kill me. I was able to kick him in the nuts and get away from them. My mom and step-dad hate gays. I didn't want them to know. If they figure out where I was..."

Colby started crying and then sobbing. I didn't know what to do to help him. I ran my hand along his hair and moved in closer to him.

"It's okay, Colby," I whispered. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, baby."

I didn't mean for the term of endearment to slip out, but it seemed to quiet him. His blue eyes were bright and brimming with tears when he looked up at me. I bent down and kissed his forehead and he gasped softly. I moved back and looked him in the eyes. We were so close I could feel his heart racing and I wondered if he could feel mine doing the same.

As we stared into each others eyes, his pink lips parted and he drew in a sharp breath. I leaned in and kissed him softly, barely grazing his lips with mine. Then he pushed up, pressing his lips into me. I kissed him back and it was fucking incredible. It was slow and soft and sensual. When my tongue traced along his bottom lip, he let out a whimper and opened his mouth for me. I teased him with my tongue, flicking at his shy tongue until he was pushing his tongue back against mine. His left hand slipped from mine and slid up my leg. When he squeezed my inner thigh, I groaned loudly into his mouth. His hand was so close to my hard cock, which was pushing down the left leg of my uniform pants. I'm sure he could feel the heat. It took everything I had not to push my hips forward.

I finally broke the kiss to come up for air. He was panting softly and his face was red. His lips were wet and swollen from my kisses. I wondered what they would look like wrapped around my fat cock. I chuckled softly and he giggled.

"Thank you for being here, Max."

"You're welcome, Cole."

I took his left hand in mine and kissed the back of it. I was rewarded with a bright smile from my cute blond.

"I'm gonna call Officer Greene and let him know you want to talk to him, okay?"

Colby nodded and I left the room. I called Zach and let him know what Colby told me and he said that they'd get someone over first thing in the morning to get his statement.

I went back in the room and told Colby what Zach said. He shifted nervously.

"Will you be here when they talk to me?" he asked.

"If you want me to."

"I think maybe I'd feel more comfortable."

I bent down and gave him a slow, sexy kiss. I sat up and looked down at him. His eyes fluttered open and he sighed softly. I adjusted my cock in my pants and shot him a sly grin.

A rapping noise behind me had us both turning towards the door. Tank and Pete walked in carrying a bag. Pete was blushing and Tank had a smirk on his face. I wondered how much they saw.

"Hey, bub," Tank said. "We brought you dinner, since you ditched us."

Tank held up a bag from Longhorn. I could smell the steak and my mouth started to water and my stomach growled.

"Oh, fuck, that smells good," I groaned. "Thanks, man. This is Colby, by the way. Colby, this is my best friend Tank and his boyfriend Pete."

"It's nice to meet you," Colby told them.

"I'm glad to see you're finally awake, bub," Tank said to him.

I pulled two to-go containers from the bag and gave Colby a smile.

"You up for some real food, bab-- Colby?" I asked, correcting my accidental slip.

He nodded enthusiastically. I helped Colby get up to a sitting position and set up his tray. I opened both of our containers and set them up on the tray. I looked down at his right wrist in the brace. I opened the baggie with the plastic knife and fork and I cut up Colby's filet into bite sized pieces and handed him the fork.

Tank and Pete had taken seats next to the bed. Tank was watching me with a raised eyebrow and Pete was grinning happily.

"What?" I asked with a frown.

"Nothing," Tank said as a smirk appeared on his face.

"You guys are so cute," Pete said.

I think I might have blushed. I cut my eyes at Colby and he was looked up at me smiling shyly. I shrugged and dug into my food.

"Mmm. This is good," Colby said. "So much better than hospital food. Thank you."

"Mm-hmm. Thanks," I said with my mouth full of steak.

"You missed it, Max," Pete said. "Toby tried to kill me with hell night."

"Toby?" Colby asked.

"Toby's my real name," Tank explained. "Everyone calls me Tank, though. Except Petey. He calls me Toby."

"And what's hell night?" Colby asked.

"That's when Toby and Max try to kill me at the gym," Pete said.

I laughed. "That's what Pete calls Tank's all strength work out. 45 minutes of intense weight lifting for his upper body and core."

"My arms hurt so bad, I can't even lift them," Pete whined. "My bones feel like they're made of jelly. I'm hitting the bed as soon as we get home."

"Ah, then my plan worked," Tank laughed. "You in bed, unable to move."

Pete blushed in embarrassment and we all laughed.

We continued to talk and joke while Colby and I ate our dinner. I was very happy to see Colby coming out of his shell and getting along with my friends.

Colby only ate about half of his steak and a few bites of the vegetables, but I cleaned my plate.

"You can have the rest of mine, Max," Colby offered.

"Thanks, Cole," I grinned.

Tank and Pete left shortly after. I stayed with Colby a while longer until he started to fall asleep.

I bent down and softly kissed his lips.

"Goodnight, Colby," I whispered to him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Promise?" he asked sleepily.

"I promise, baby."

I gave him another quick kiss. I watched his eyes flutter shut. His breathing slowed. I gave him one last kiss on his forehead and I headed home for the night.

When I got home, I grabbed a beer and kicked my feet up on the couch to unwind. I watched the news and sipped my beer. I couldn't get Colby out of my head. I thought about his kisses and his hand sliding up my leg. My cock lurched in my pants and was soon pressing out against the fabric. I gave it a squeeze and got up to take a shower. I pulled my uniform off and admired myself in the mirror.

6'1" and 175 pounds of hard muscle. Bulging pecs and biceps. I was nice and smooth and tanned. I have a dark treasure trail from my belly button down to my pubes. I kept them neatly trimmed, but not shaved. I had 7.5" inches jutting out from my body, at a perfect-45 degree angle. My cock is cut. Nice and fat, wide instead of cylindrical, with a prominent tube underneath. The guys go crazy for my wide cock. But right now, it only wanted to be buried deep inside Colby.

I warmed up the shower and climbed in. I soaped my body with the shower gel and wash cloth, trying to ignore my throbbing need between my legs. I ran the washcloth up and down and I let out a grunt. I dropped the washcloth and leaned back against the wall. My soapy right hand stroked up and down as I fondled and tugged my nuts with my left. I closed my eyes and imagined Colby's sweet kisses. His pretty mouth with those pink pouty lips. Oh fuck...

I imagined him in the shower with me, dropping down to his knees. Those perfect lips wrapped around my cock. He sunk down to the root, taking all of it into his mouth...

"Oh god," I moaned out loud. My knees buckled and I felt the first jet of come fly out of my cock. It smacked against the shower curtain with an audible splat. It was followed by several more shots. I stroked until I was completely drained.

I let out a deep breath and finished washing up.

By the time I crawled into bed, I was exhausted. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

***

I spent all day with Colby on Saturday.

He was really emotional during the interview with the detectives. I stood out of the way in the corner of the room, just watching. He'd occasionally look my way for reassurance. I really wished we had hate crime laws for gay bashers in Georgia. The look on the cops' faces didn't reassure me that they'd be able to catch the guys that did this. I think that was what worried Colby the most. He'd tell the whole story for nothing.

His mom showed up later. I stepped out of the room to give them some privacy, but stayed close to the door. She freaked out.

"Is it true?!" she shrieked. "You got beat up outside a gay bar? Are you a... homosexual?!"

"Mom, please," Colby sobbed.

"You're going to burn in hell. I can't even stand to look at you. You disgust me."

Fuck!

She stormed out of the room, only pausing to give me a dirty scowl.

I went inside and reached down and held Colby as tight as I could without hurting him. He sobbed into my shoulder while I whispered reassuring words to him. He cried until he was exhausted. I let him lay back down and he fell asleep.

I pulled the chair up and sat down. I felt something on my cheek and I realized a tear had run down my face. Fuck. I was really falling for the little guy.

By Sunday, he was recovering quickly and was really opening up to me. I was sitting in the chair next to his bed, holding his hand while we quietly talked.

"Colby?"

"Yeah, Max?"

"When you get out of the hospital tomorrow... Do you think might want to go out with me? Let me take you out to dinner. To celebrate your freedom."

"To celebrate? Or... do you mean... like, a date?"

"Both."

"I look kind of ugly right now," he said holding his hand up to his bruised left cheek.

The bruises were fading, but the black eye still had a few days before it was going to fade.

"You're the cutest guy I've ever met, Colby. But if you feel self-conscious, we'll go somewhere dark. No one will notice."

"Okay," he said with a happy smile.

***

Monday after work, I had stripped out of my uniform to shower. The anticipation of going out with Colby had me hard off and on throughout the day. When I stepped into the shower, I had to jerk off to take the edge off.

I was nervous when I went to pick up Colby at his apartment. I don't get nervous. But I really wanted Colby to like me. I was sure that he did, but I wanted more. I wanted Colby all to myself and if I had my way, he was going to be mine.

I checked my breath, then straightened my shirt. I was wearing a bright blue button down shirt and navy slacks. I was freshly shaved and looking good. I knocked on Colby's door and took a deep breath.

When he opened the door, my heart skipped a beat. He was fucking gorgeous. His blond hair was clean and neat, loosely tied at the nape of his neck. Standing in front of me, I could see he was short, around 5'7" or 5'8". He had a very fit build. He was more developed than I realized. He clearly works out regularly. His blue eyes sparkled behind a pair of small glasses and a grin spread across his lips.

"Hi, Max," he breathed. "Come on in."

I followed him inside the apartment. My eyes were glued to his perky little bubble butt. The tan khakis hugged it so perfectly. The baby blue shirt he was wearing fit close to his body and accentuated his small waist.

"Go ahead and sit down, I'll just be a minute," he said.

I sat down on the couch as he walked back into what I assumed was his bedroom. He returned a minute later with a pair of shoes. He sat next to me and put his shoes on. He did well considering his right hand was still in the brace.

"Good thing I'm left handed," he said with a smile.

He looked up at me and asked quietly, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, but I have to do this first."

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. His body slumped into me and his left arm moved around me as he kissed me back. I slipped him my tongue and explored every inch of his hot mouth. When I pulled away, I gave him one more tender kiss on the lips, then on the tip of his nose.

"Oh, my god. You're so hot," he practically moaned.

"You are so fucking cute, Colby," I whispered, then chuckled.

"Thank you," he blushed.

I stood up and held out my hand. He took it and I helped him to his feet.

We had a great time at the restaurant. It was dimly sit so that Colby didn't feel self-conscious. I was my typical charming self and Colby laughed and giggled. He had the cutest laugh.

I found out he used to be a gymnast in college. That was where his tight little body came from. He still works out to keep toned.

After dinner, we went to a little coffee shop and we both had a coffee and shared a pastry for dessert. I reached under the table and took his hand in mine.

"I like you, Colby," I whispered. "I like you a lot. Will you go out with me again?"

"I really like you, too, Max. I'd love to go out with you again."

He gave me a big smile and I wanted to lean in and kiss him so bad. When I saw the tip of his little pink tongue peek out and subconsciously lick his pouty lips, I had to suppress a groan. We just sat there staring into each others eyes, when the mood was interrupted by someone intruding and sitting down at our table.

"Hey, Max."

Shit.

Jase, one of my semi-regular fuck buddies in my former life, had sat down at the table. Jase was a hot little jock, always ready to go.

"It's been a long time, Max," Jase said.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something here, Jase," I said, raising my eyebrow and giving him a look that told him to get lost.

"All right, all right," he said. "I'll let you get back to it. Call me soon, okay?"

Jase turned and looked at Colby. "Can you believe this player? Gets you all hot and bothered and then doesn't call for months. If he wasn't so good in bed, I'd kick his ass. But you know how it is, right? I'm Jase, by the way."

"Colby."

"Good to meet another one of Max's harem boys," Jase chuckled.

Colby looked horrified. I groaned out loud. This shit could not be happening.

"See you later," Jase said and bounced up out of his seat.

Colby was looking down at his coffee mug.

"I'm sorry about that, Colby," I said.

When he finally looked up, I saw he had tears in his eyes.

"I'm really tired, Max. I think I should go home," he said quietly. He stood up and walked out the front door and waited on the sidewalk.

I sighed and picked up our trash and slammed it into the garbage. I was pissed. I was pissed at Jase and pissed at myself.

On the drive back to Colby's apartment, I tried to engage him in conversation, but he was quiet. I pulled into the parking lot and parked the car and shut the engine off.

"Look, Colby... I'm really sorry about that shit with Jase."

"It's okay, Max. It's none of my business."

"It is, Colby. But that's not me. I'm not that guy anymore."

"Okay, Max."

Colby opened the car door and I followed him up the stairs to his door.

"Thanks," he said as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

I put my hand on the door before he could close it.

"Please, Colby. Before Jase, we were having a good time. I meant what I said. I promise I'm not that guy anymore. I've changed. Just give me a chance to prove it to you."

"I have to go," he said.

Tears brimmed unshed around his blue eyes and I felt my heart breaking.

"Can I call you, Colby? Please?" I begged.

"Bye, Max," he said. He choked back a sob and the tears streamed down his face as he shut the door and locked it.

My baby was on the other side of the door crying, and it was all my fault.

When I got to my car, my chest felt tight. I leaned over and threw up onto the pavement. I sat in my car shaking. I must have sat there for nearly twenty minutes staring into nothing. I started my car and drove right to Tank and Pete's. I called from the gate and they buzzed me in.

Tank let me in when I knocked on the door.

"Jesus, Max, you look like shit," he said.

I was going to make a smart ass comment about the ratty tank top and boxer shorts he was wearing, but I didn't have the energy.

Pete came out of the bedroom in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. His cheeks were flushed red and his ginger hair was all messed up and he had fresh hickeys on both sides of his neck. At least someone got laid tonight. He furrowed his brow when he saw me.

"Are you okay, Max?" Pete asked. "What happened?"

I plopped down into the chair and Tank sat on the sofa, pulling Pete down next to him. I watched Pete automatically melt into Tank's body as Tank's arm moved around his shoulders. Envy surged through me. That's what I wanted. I wanted that with Colby.

"Everything was going great," I explained. "We were having coffee and dessert and then one of my tricks sits down at the table. It all went to hell in a split second."

I looked up at Tank. His blank expression pissed me off. He was forever telling me that my playing around would catch up to me.

"Go ahead and say it," I spat. "Say 'I told you so'."

"I'm not gonna do that to ya, bub," he said quietly. He looked at me with pity and that was worse than 'I told you so'.

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"I guess he thinks I was just going to use him for sex," I said quietly. "You should have seen his face. I... I made him cry."

I hung my head down and tears fell from my eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Max," Pete sniffled.

He moved and knelt next to the chair and put his hand on my arm. I looked up at him and he was crying.

"Now I made you cry, too," I said with a mirthless chuckle.

Tank scoffed. "Yeah. You, and those Publix commercials make Petey cry," he joked. "Oh, and those Hallmark commercials. And that Sarah McLachlan ad with the sad dogs."

Pete wiped his cheeks and looked at Tank and laughed. "Toby Marks, you're a big jerk. But I still love you for some reason."

Pete grabbed the pillow off my chair and threw it hard at Tank. The three of us laughed really hard and it lightened the mood considerably.

I took a deep breath and let it out. "So what do I do?" I asked.

"You just have to show him you're serious about him," Pete said.

"How?"

"You'll think of something," Tank asked.

***

I knew that Colby was still home from work, so during lunch break, I got Bill to stop at a flower shop. I ordered a dozen yellow roses and put in the card, "Colby - Please give Max a chance." I signed my name and put my cell phone number.

I wanted to to call him that night to see if he got them, but I didn't. He'd call me when he was ready.

Instead, I went to the Build-A-Bear at the mall and built a teddy bear. With the clerk's help, I tried to make one that looked like me, dressed in uniform. They didn't have a paramedic, but I made it work with the cop uniform. I boxed it up and put a note that said, "Max wants to cuddle with you." I arranged to have it delivered to his apartment the next morning.

Thursday morning, I slid a CD I made of sappy love songs under his door.

I spent that night with a sketch pad and some pencils. I was really good at drawing and had taken quite a few art classes in college, even though I majored in kinesiology. I always found drawing relaxing. I used a picture I found on the internet as the base for my idea, and sketched a pencil drawing of myself sitting with Colby sitting between my legs. His back was to me and he was laying back against my chest with my arms around him. I was looking down at him, my lips to his temple, while he looked forward with a smile on his face. I was up until 2:00 AM finishing it, but when it was done, I was quite pleased. It looked just like us.

I sprayed it with fixative and put it into an 8x10 frame, then went to bed and crashed.

Before my shift on Friday, I drove to Colby's apartment and put the picture sealed inside a cardboard box on his doorstep.

I hadn't heard from Colby all week and I was feeling depressed by the time I hit the gym with Tank and Pete after work. They both told me to give him a little more time and to keep trying. During dinner, I wasn't very talkative, but I tried to participate.

On the drive home, I tried to think of what I could do next and was coming up with blanks. My ringing cell phone snapped me back to reality. I picked it up and looked at the screen and almost wrecked my car. I pulled off into a grocery store parking lot and answered it.

"Hello?"

There was only silence and then a few seconds later a sniffle. "Max?" he whispered.

"Colby?"

"I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby."

I could hear him crying and it was killing me.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He sniffled. "Yes."

"Can I come see you?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there in 15 minutes. Bye."

I hung up and sped out of the parking lot to Colby's apartment. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I raced to him.

I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door. It seemed like it took him an hour to get to the door after I knocked.

When he opened the door, he took my breath away. Even though his eyes were red and puffy, he was beautiful. He gave me a bashful smile and a quiet 'hi' and let me inside. I followed him to the living room and we sat down on the sofa. He clasped his hands and pushed them between his knees.

I looked past him and saw my framed drawing on the end table next to the sofa. I smiled at him and he gave me a hesitant smile back.

"Thank you for the gifts," he said.

"You're welcome."

"Do you mean it, Max? If I was just a one night stand to you, I would die."

"I wouldn't have visited you every day in the hospital or done all that I did if that was the case. I really do care about you, Colby."

"I don't want to get hurt, Max... Because I... I've fallen in love with you."

"Colb..." My voice cracked and I couldn't continue. Instead I cupped his face in my hands and I gave him the most gentle and loving kiss I could manage. His arms moved around me and he buried his face on my shoulder. His body was trembling as he tried to keep control of his emotions.

He looked up at me and kissed me passionately. Our tongues played and danced in each others mouths. His hands moved up and down my muscular back. When my mouth slipped down to his neck and gently sucked, he whimpered softly and his hands clutched at my shoulders.

I was getting carried away and I had to pull back. My body wanted to push him down and fuck the shit out of him, but my head was saying I needed to give him a little more time.

"Would you like to go out for a coffee or dessert?" I asked.

He nodded and sniffled. "Okay. That would be nice."

I stood up and helped him to his feet. I saw that his eyes were glued to the lower half of my body. I looked down and my cock was bulging my jeans out towards my left hip. I cleared my throat nervously and adjusted it to make it more comfortable. His eyes shot up to mine and he blushed. I glanced down at his pants and saw that he was in a similar state and that made me very happy.

We drove to a quiet café I knew and we both ordered a latte. I prayed that we wouldn't run into anyone I knew. We sat in a dark corner and quietly sipped our drinks as we caught up on what happened over the week. He told me how surprised he was to get the flowers, then with each day another gift. He was smiling brightly and his face was aglow. He was so stinking cute I wanted to kiss him right then and there. His hand was resting on the table and I took it in mine. I couldn't resist. I pulled it up to my mouth and lightly kissed the back of it. That brought another grin to his face. I decided then that I would make it my job to keep him smiling.

Afterward, I drove him back to his apartment and walked him to the door. I didn't want to presume that he'd want me to come in, but when he held the door open for me, I was a very happy man.

We returned to the couch and were soon full on making out like horny teenagers.

Colby pulled away to catch his breath, then stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he led me to his bedroom. When I saw the stuffed teddy bear on his bed and the vase of yellow roses on the nightstand, I beamed.

"Will you spend the night with me, Max?"

My cock lurched in my jeans. "Yes, baby."

"Would it be okay if we just cuddled and maybe kissed a little?"

"Of course," I said and I actually meant it.

I watched Colby strip down to his underwear, tight little gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs. My cock throbbed in my underwear as he revealed his body to me. His bruises were mostly faded away, but I knew that his cracked rib would still be a little tender. He had a nicely defined chest and flat stomach and a small waist. He was totally smooth, no hair except for the small tufts underneath his arms.

He sat down on the bed and pulled his socks off. He took the teddy bear and set him on the nightstand and crawled under the blankets.

I did a slow and sensual striptease for him. I smiled to myself as his eyes widened when I removed my shirt and wife-beater, exposing my built chest and my chiseled abs. I slowly unbuckled my belt and turned around and pushed my jeans down over my ass and dropped them to the floor. His eyes locked onto the bulge in my boxers as I turned around and I saw him visibly gulp.

I moved onto the bed and climbed over him to the right side and settled under the blankets.

Colby set his glasses on the nightstand and turned off the light and then rolled onto his right side, facing me in the dark. I reached up and slowly stroked his face. I felt Colby lean into my touch and press his lips into my hand. I moved closer and brought my lips to his. As I kissed him, I let my hand explore his arms, back and chest. I was careful not to venture below the waist, because I wanted to let him go there at his own pace.

I reached behind to the nape of his neck and pulled the tie that held his hair. I tossed it onto the nightstand and stroked my fingers through his hair and let it fall to his shoulders.

Colby pushed his body closer to me. He was getting me so fucking hot, but I didn't want to get too carried away. I licked my way along his jawline and sucked his earlobe. I felt his body shudder and I whispered into his ear, "You are so sexy, Colby."

I started sucking on his neck. I wanted to mark him. When people saw us together, they would know that he was mine.

"Oh, Max," he moaned and his body shuddered again.

As I sucked his neck, my hand slid down his back and glided over his ass, then moved up to his hip. Colby was whimpering and he turned his hips slightly and pushed up. He was trying to push his cock into my hand. I slid my hand over his hip closer to his crotch. He pushed up again and moaned as his cock brushed my hand.

I heard him whisper, so quiet I barely heard him. "Max... Please..."

His hips pushed up into my hand and I slid my hand over his cock and gently squeezed. Colby's body shivered and he whimpered softly.

"Lay back, baby," I told him. "Let me make you feel good."

I pushed Colby flat onto his back. I reached down and slid his underwear off and tossed them onto the floor. I moved my mouth down to his right nipple and began licking and sucking as my hand enclosed around his shaft. He had a very respectable six inches, nice and thick, and circumcised.

I trailed down his smooth chest, stopping to flick my tongue in and out of his belly button. I licked my way down his shaft and Colby moaned and pushed his hips up. I slathered his dick with my spit. I flicked my tongue all over his balls before taking each one into my mouth and gently suckling on them.

I knew I was driving Colby crazy with pleasure. I wanted to make him feel so good he would never forget our first time together. I flicked my tongue up his shaft and enclosed the head with my lips, then sucked him deep into my mouth.

"Oh god, Max!" Colby cried out.

I could feel his body trembling and writhing as I slowly and steadily bobbed my head up and down. I applied gentle suction and used plenty of tongue action. I knew my baby wasn't going to last long. I never really liked swallowing another guy's load, but I was determined that I was going to have his. I sped up my bobbing and increased my suction.

Colby was whimpering and moaning. "Max... I'm gonna come if you don't stop. Oh god, I'm gonna... Now, Max, it's gonna shoot... Oh my god, Max... Max!"

Colby erupted into my mouth, his hips bucking up into me. He moaned and groaned as he spurt over and over. I sucked and swallowed every last drop. His body convulsed as my tongue flicked across the head of his softening dick.

I let him fall from my mouth and I moved back up his body. He was panting and trying to catch his breath. Colby turned and reached his hand towards my dick. I took his hand and laced his fingers in mine.

"It's okay, Colby. We can take care of me next time. I wanted tonight to be for you. You get some rest, okay?"

Colby yawned. "I'm sorry, Max."

"Don't be sorry, baby. Sleep..."

I held Colby and kissed the side of his head. His breathing evened out and before long he was asleep in my arms. I kissed the top of his head and whispered, "I love you, baby."

***

I woke up the next morning to the sensation of a hot, wet mouth sliding down my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Colby's blond head bobbing up and down. I reached up and twirled my fingers through the soft blond locks.

Colby shifted his position so he could look up at me. I groaned when his blue eyes locked onto mine. His pink lips were sealed tight around my shaft. He closed his eyes and became lost in giving me pleasure. I watched his cheeks hollow as he sucked, moving up and down my cock in a steady rhythm. His hand was flattened around the base, and we was getting about six inches into his mouth with each down stroke.

He's done this before. And he's good at it. Really good.

"Fuck, Colby... That feels so fucking good... Don't stop, baby..."

Colby moaned around my shaft and I felt the vibrations throughout my body. He sped up his movement slightly and his hand started moving up and down the shaft. He twisted his hand as he stroked me. His tongue fluttered around the shaft and head as he bobbed up and down. It was too much.

"Oh god, baby, you're gonna make me come so hard."

"Mm-hmm," he moaned.

The pressure quickly built up and then I released. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and colors exploded before my eyes.

"Colby! Fuck!"

I could feel my cock pulsing in his mouth as I shot ropes of hot semen into his hot sucking mouth. I felt him swallowing and it sent shivers throughout my body. I don't think I have ever come harder in my life.

I realized I had a death grip on the sheet and his hair. I quickly let go and gently stroked the back of his head as he licked my softened dick all over.

"Come here, baby," I said as I pulled him up to me.

I kissed him slowly and sensually, taking his breath away.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "I didn't mean to grab you so hard."

"You didn't hurt me," he said as his cheeks reddened. "I liked that you came so hard. I knew that I was doing a good job."

"Fuck, that was beyond 'good'. That was best head I ever had, baby."

Colby blushed deeper, but a small smile appeared on his face.

"Now it's your turn," I said with a sly grin.

Colby's eyes widened as I reached between his legs. His dick was soft and covered with slime.

"I came when you did," he admitted. "It was so hot when you came, that you made me come too."

I groaned involuntarily at the thought of him getting so much out of pleasuring me that it made him have an orgasm.

We kissed for a while longer, then I had to get up. I needed to relieve the pressure in my bladder. He followed me to the bathroom, and hung back in the door while I took care of business. When I finished he stepped up to the toilet.

"You wanna shower?" I asked.

He nodded and I turned on the shower and adjusted the water to a nice warm temperature. I took the shower gel and washcloth and soaped my baby all over.

"How are you feeling? I asked. "Your rib's not hurting, is it?"

"A little bit. I'll take my ibuprofen with breakfast and I'll be fine."

I leaned in and kissed him.

"Mmm. Your kisses are so sweet," I said. "Just like you."

He blushed. "Stop," he said with a giggle.

I chuckled and told him to put his head down. I got his hair wet, then I washed it for him. I slowly massaged his scalp and got him squeaky clean. I rinsed it until the soap ran clear.

"I love your hair, baby," I whispered.

He turned and looked up at me. I wrapped my arms around his smaller body. I kissed up his neck and I had to tell him how I felt.

I whispered into his ear, "I love you, Colby."

Colby drew in a breath and turned his head towards me. I kissed him passionately, letting him play with my tongue.

I broke the kiss and I held him in my arms. He trembled and sniffled.

"I love you, too, Max."

"I love you, Colby. My beautiful Colby."

God, Colby had turned me into a sap, but I just couldn't help myself. I gave him some more kisses and then let him wash me all over.

After we got dressed, I wanted to take him out for breakfast. We swung by my apartment first so that I could change my clothes. I gave Colby a quick tour of the apartment and he sat on my bed and watched me get changed. He was trying to be discreet about watching me walk around naked as I figured out what I was going to wear, but I could feel his eyes on me.

I was putting on deodorant and I turned my head and caught him staring at my flaccid dick. He was so engrossed he didn't know I was watching him. I smiled to myself and pretended not to notice that he was staring.

Once I got dressed, we headed to the Flying Biscuit for breakfast. I'd rather have something simple like a bagel, but that was what Colby wanted.

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked.

"I don't really have any preferences... but I'd like to spend it with you."

"Well, I can arrange that," I grinned. "Let's do something fun. How about bowling?"

"I'm awful, but I'll give it a try."

"I'm pretty good. I'll help you out, baby."

We headed over to '300' to bowl a couple of games. Colby was indeed really bad, but we still had a good time. I gave him some pointers and helped him out and I think he liked the close contact of my lessons more than anything. Normally I play with Tank and we get really competitive. With Colby, we just had fun and laughed. I loved that he didn't take himself seriously and was just having fun.

After we finished, we headed back towards home. We stopped and got a coffee and sat down at a table and enjoyed a quiet moment.

When my cell phone rang, I fished it out of my pocket and saw that it was Tank and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Max. How's it going?" Tank asked.

"Not bad."

"You up for a movie and the pub tonight? Petey's dying to see some sci-fi something or other."

"I'm not sure. Let me ask my boyfriend."

"Wait. What?!"

I chuckled and covered the phone. I could hear Tank's muffled voice. Colby was smiling really big.

"Boyfriend?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's what I said. You wanna go to a movie tonight, baby? Pete wants to see some sci-fi movie. Then we usually go out to a pub or sports bar."

"Sure. That sounds fun."

I put the phone back to my ear. "Tank? Me and Colby are in."

"Congratulations, you dog."

I could hear Pete in the background asking what was going on and I laughed.

"We'll meet you guys at your place," I said. "See ya."

I hung up the phone and chuckled.

"We'll probably get back late tonight," I said. "You wanna spend the night at my place?"

He nodded and smiled at me. I drove him back to his apartment and he packed an overnight bag, then we headed to Tank and Pete's place.

When Pete opened the door, he looked shocked for a split second, but recovered quickly. He gave both me and Colby hugs, then invited us in.

"You look really good, Colby," Pete said. "You're good as new."

"Thanks," Colby said.

Tank walked out of the bedroom. "Whoa. Look at you, buddy," he said to Colby. "Looking good."

I grinned at Colby, who seemed a little embarrassed by Pete and Tank's compliments.

Colby and I rode in the backseat of Tank's F150. After Tank turned out of the apartment complex onto the street, he reached over and grabbed Pete's hand. I reached over and took Colby's hand and a little smile appeared on his face as he continued to look forward.

Colby insisted on buying my ticket, so I let him. At the concession stand, I ordered a combo with a large popcorn and two sodas. The movie was kind of cheesy, but it had some pretty good effects. After we finished the popcorn, I put my arm on the back of Colby's chair and I felt him lean back a little bit so that he was touching my arm.

After the show, we headed down to our usual pub and found an empty booth. I bought the first round of beers.

I held up my beer. "To Colby," I said.

We all clinked our glasses and took a drink. Our conversation was friendly and comfortable. As I suspected, Colby and Pete got along great. They were animatedly talking about the movie and laughing with each other. I looked over at Tank and he smiled at me and nodded his head slowly.

I nodded back and sipped my beer. We talked for a while longer, then decided to call it a night. I was eager to get Colby home. We walked out of the pub, with Colby and Pete walking together in front of Tank and me.

Tank slowed down, then grabbed my arm and held me back. "He's great, Max," Tank said. "Whatever you need to do to keep him..."

"Don't worry. I'm not letting him get away."

"He loves you, Max. You know that, right?"

"I love him, too, Tank."

As they turned the corner to head to the back parking lot, Pete was giggling in response to something Colby said and then put his arms around him and hugged him.

I looked at Tank and laughed. "I think Pete's got a new best friend."

"Yeah. He--"