The Nice Guy (Book 1)

Chapter 2

Pete lived an hour's drive from the University. That was fine with him, he liked being able to live at home. His parents had divorced when he was very young because his dad had an affair. How cliché, with his secretary. Talk about stupid cheating men... Pete didn't hate, hate his father, he just lost all respect for him.

The moment the divorce went through that man married that woman and moved to Germany. Once a year, on summer breaks, Pete spent two weeks "knowing his father". He was a homophobic racist and it was horrid. Pete had such bad depression that his mother, the summer he was 14 after his visit that he went into therapy.  The therapist told him to journal his thoughts and feelings. So he did... 

That night, after being hit by a bicycle, Pete wrote in his journal: I was hit by a bicycle. By a short dark man. I wanted to die before. Now I think I'm in love... Seriously, why do I fall for straight guys?

Pete's mom called him down to eat after he showered. As they sat down at the table, she knew something was different. "Pete, what's wrong?" She asked in her gentle way.

Pete hesitated and then decided that maybe one of the reasons everyone still called him boy instead of a man was because he ran from his problems. Time to suck it up and deal with the mess he'd caused. "Mom, I'm being blackmailed." He blurted out, his pale face loosing all traces of color.

Putch Pichaya smiled gently and patted his hand. "Pete, this doesn't have anything to do with that little video I received a few days ago?"

Pete slouched in his chair. "He sent it already?" Pete bowed his head. "I'm so sorry, Mom. Honestly, I didn't think he would do that."

"Pete, do you like this boy?" Putch waited patiently for him to answer, no look of judgment on her face. After all, this was her son and she had known for five years that he was gay. He may not understand that she had accepted this side of him, but she loved him with all her heart.

"At the time, Mom, I did." Pete still wasn't looking at his mother, toying with his cutlery. Auntie Jiew was bringing in the food now. 

"Ah, thank you, Jiew." as she set the dishes on the table. Mom nodded graciously and Jiew bowed slightly, gave a huge smile and left. She could tell that the atmosphere was not great for the usual chat so she left quickly. 

"Pete, look at me." mom demanded, firming her voice. Pete slowly raised his eyes, meeting hers. Timid eyes met her strong gaze and she smiled, "This is the bravest thing you've ever done. I've known for years you like boys. I've waited for years for you to tell me you like boys. Now, I will wait, as patiently as I can, for you to introduce me, to your boyfriend." 

She paused and waited to hear if he would speak. Pete's lips opened and closed a few times but nothing came out, so she continued, "Have I ever treated you differently? No. I've never loved you differently. Pete, you're my son. You'll always be my son. The man you bring home will become my son, as well. Choose wisely." She wiggled in her chair and said, "Let's eat first then discuss the video."

Pete sighed and smiled. What the hell? He grew a pair to tell his mom and she fucking knew already? Forget it! He picked up his spoon and looked at the side dishes. Hmmm... where to start?

Ae collapsed on his bed after football practise. He should have realized coach wouldn't have given him a pass because of his bruised leg. That damn boy with the peach lips... hours later and he still was distracted by those lips. He had never felt lust so damn fast!

Pond looked up from his laptop where he was watching porn and asked, "What the fuck is wrong with you today? You've been scowling worse than ever today."

"Don't fuck with me today, Pond." Ae growled, stripping of his shirt. His back muscles rippled as he stood, and turned to look at him. "I've had a real crap day." His pectorals pulsed, the dark skin tone and the two chocolate buttons stood out prominently. 

Pond laughed lightly. "Show off! Go shower, you'll feel better."

Ae finished stripping to his boxers and grabbed his towel and toiletries and went to the shower. Once there, the peach lips floated through his brain and yet again, he got hard. HARD! Ae gently banged his head against the shower stall wall and reached his hand down to stroke the smooth flesh. 

His imagination was going wild this time, for the peach lips boy was a delicious piece of meat... and it wasn't long before his gliding hand, covered with body wash managed to make the spunk spurt over the stall wall. Groaning, he coaxed the last few drops out and watched as the milky fluid mixed with soap bubbles and water to wash down the drain. 

Twice in one day and fantasizing about the same boy! A complete record for him! Usually he liked to fantasize about unattainable men. Men in movies, western looking men, men with very pale skin and peach lips... Fuck, there he goes again. He had to find that boy and slake his lust!

Rubbing his hair dry, Ae wrapped his towel around his hips and strode into the dorm room. Pond glanced his way and thought about asking if he could have a few friends by to watch the new DVD but on second thought... oh no!

"Ummm, Ae, I'm going to Ping's. I got a new DVD." Pond almost whispered it, so he didn't disturbed him. He gathered his cell and the DVD and almost crawled out of the room. Ae could be vicious when he was really working out a problem.

Ae didn't even glance his way. Pond swore silently. What the fuck was bothering him. This was going to screw up his life greatly! And he didn't even know why he was walking on brittle eggshells. Fuck having a temperamental roommate!