After coating the glass doors of the shower with my fourth (!) load of the day, my body came crashing down dragging with it my emotional footing.  From such a high to feeling like I'd just done something terrible. 

I quickly rinsed off and got dressed.  I walked in the living room figuring Dean would have left; but there he was, naked as a jaybird doing the lunch dishes.  I hated seeing his cock locked in the CB-Curve.  He was still engorged as I saw his cock's flesh oozing through the slits.

"Get dressed will ya?"  He looks at me kinda funny. "Yessir."

"Don't do that shit with me."

"Ok" and off he goes to his room.  I finish the dishes and take a beer to the outside deck and stretch out in the sun.  There's still a bite in the air but Summer's definitely at the doorstep.  Dean comes out in shorts sandals and his typical tight black t-shirt; sits on the other patio chair.

It's suddenly very uncomfortable.  What do we talk about?  Should I ask him what happened?  Should I just ignore him? 

Finally he sighed deeply and put his head in his hands.  "We got into a fight last night."  He paused waiting for me to comment, ask him whom he got into the fight with - I didn't really want to know, but I knew. "I mean, I'm tired of all this shit.  Y'know?"

"Mm" was all I managed.

"I ... He ... Fuck!"  Dean threw himself back into the chair. "I am so confused."

"We have sooo discussed this before, Dean; I don't know or care what's going on in your head or in your life.  I don't want to hear anything about the guy you left me for.  I don't really want to know how you went from stud to cunt.  I don't."  I finished my beer. "I don't know why I am still here."

"That's a lie, I do.  I love you with all my heart ... what's not yet burned to ashes ... and I'm confused, too."

I could see the wet stripe left by tears on his cheek as he looked at me. "I do know, that if you are being hurt by someone you need to leave.  Just like I know I need to leave you."

The ache in my heart exploded like a volcanoe in my chest.  I didn't need this.  I didn't want to show him what I was feeling.  When my cell phone rang it jolted me out of my whirlpool of emotions.  "Yeah!"

"Oh.  Uh. Sorry." It was Bryan, my friend and a 24yo slaveboy virgin - locked in chastity since he was 18. "I'd love to!  What time?  Kewl.  Meet you there?  No, no, I can.  I'll pick you up at Zee's.  Later."

Now, many of you know, Bryan is HOT!  And fucking lucky.  He knew he wanted to be owned property almost as soon as he realized he was a fag.  He'd heard, discovered Master Zee when he (Bryan) was 17 but Zee kept him at arms length.  But when Bryan turned 18, Zee accepted him as a slave and locked his beautiful teenboy cock right up.  Bryan has never had sex ... well, as a top.  Of course Creek was not happy about that being nearly twice Bryan's age I think he was threatened.  But him and Zee had been together for nearly ten years at that point.  Creek did get to be an alpha slave though ... so any animosity he had toward Bryan probably worked itself out through scenes.

I've been spending quite a bit of time with them since the New Years debacle and part of me knew or felt that Bryan wasn't really happy.  He kind of glommed onto me and we've been going out to dinners and movies and bars.  It was kind of fun ... he was such a flirt.

So, anyway, he wanted to see another movie (Shelter) and who was I to say "No"?  I left, leaving Dean to himself.