Free Tied Together by Z. B. Heller Page A

“Can’t wait to get some of that pussy.”
    Oh my God.
    Ryan let out a long, low sigh as soon as those words came out of my mouth, and I cringed myself.
    “Brandon, look at me,” Ryan said.
    I took a deep breath and finally looked at my best friend. There were so many questions lying in his eyes I knew he wanted answered. Only I wasn’t willing to tell him the truth—not yet or maybe not ever. Ryan lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek just like I’d done to him. It certainly wasn’t an action to wipe something off my face. It was soothing, loving, and warm. He inched closer to me, his pink lips begging to be kissed. We were still both straddling the bench and I could feel Ryan press up against me.
    Shit, shit, shit.
    Through my haze of lust, I caught a blur of movement out of the corner of my eye. At the glass doors of the gym, a woman in workout garb pulled on the handle. I broke our connection and pushed him in the chest, sending him to the floor. I jumped to my feet and made quick time grabbing my towel off the floor and wiping away the phantom kiss we almost shared. Without looking back at Ryan, I darted out the door, almost knocking over the woman in the process. I did the only thing I knew how to do: I ran away and pretended it never happened.

 

     
    The rest of the week crawled by without any word from Ryan. There was so much guilt and shame resting on my chest that I couldn’t bring myself to call or text him. Playing nonchalant was an option, but I imagined he would have seen straight past that.
    Date night with Nicole rolled around quickly since the last time I saw Ryan. I was too occupied thinking of him to even consider this date. Spending time with Nicole was the last thing that I wanted to do, but it had to be done. I had never been with a woman. Hell, I’ve never been on a date. There was no other way to prove to myself that I was gay or straight unless I slept with Nicole.
    My closet wasn’t lending any favorable clothing options for the night. It was times like this I would have asked Ryan for his fashion advice. He was always much more into style than me. He was the one who picked out my attire before big class presentations. I told him my focus was on school, not fashion. He responded that one day, I was going to have to go to class naked because he was going to burn all my clothes.
    A light green, long-sleeved, button-down shirt and khaki slacks would have to do. It seemed casual with a slight upgrade from jeans. I threw the clothes on the bed and went to the bathroom turn on the shower. My phone vibrated on the dresser when I passed, indicating that I had received a text. It was Ryan.
    Have fun on your date. Don’t forget to bring condoms. Text me in the morning.
    I reread the text multiple times. That was all he had to say after not speaking to me for a few days? And he assumed I would be having sex with Nicole. Why wouldn’t he? I just as well proclaimed to the whole world I couldn’t wait to get some pussy.
    Thanks, will do. I typed and groaned. Slamming my phone down on the dresser, I trudged in the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
    The warm water slid down my hair and over my skin in rivulets. Steam rose in the air, making the whole bathroom warm and damp. I took the bar of soap and lathered the suds over my tense muscles. Closing my eyes, I let the sweet smell of the soap invade my senses and the warm water drain my anxieties away.
    I thought back to my time in the gym with Ryan and watching his corded muscles contract as he lifted the weights onto the bar. My mind swiftly concentrated on the way his ass looked in his workout shorts and the erection tented in front of him when we sat close together. I felt blood rush into my groin and fill my cock until I had my own erection jutting out in front of me. I moved my soapy hand down my chest and through the dark curled hairs that led straight to my rock-hard length.
    I lightly squeezed the flesh and shut my eyes tight. Slowly,