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Triple Love - An Erick Chaplain story 1

Date: 9/22/2017, Categories: Fiction, Boy / Boy, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: VanillaNightt, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

ends the call. I wanna question it but I decide against it. If he wanted me to know he would have said something. I keep looking at the streetlamps. I'm definitely bummed out, though. I actually kind of like Preston. He's easy and simple and he makes me laugh. I know nothing about him, though, and that definitely sits on my mind. I think about telling Chels that I'm not ready earlier today, that I'm still hurt over Ralph leaving me the way he did, and then pops up Preston out of nowhere and suddenly I'm willing. Shit, I think to myself, I need to call her. See if there's a way we can meet Jesus tomorrow. "Shit," I say out loud at the joke and shake my head. I shouldn't have thought that. Damnit. What was that pounding on Preston's end? And did he sound panicked? Shit. I need to go inside. Shower and hit the hay. But I look back at the streetlights. Arms wrap around me out of nowhere and I'm pulled backwards. I yelp and snatch at the familiar hands on my abdomen, bare naked nails digging into my belly softly, like he's tickling me. "I left my phone at home," he says quietly in my ear. "I figured eventually you'd try to call me." "If this is a joke because I met someone else I'll cut your balls off and feed them to Aaron," I tell him and rip his hands off of me. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I wanted to see you," Ralph says. "Aaron said he and I needed a break. Caught me staring at you fighting with Chels tok many times yesterday. Couldn't help it. I miss you." "You ... can continue missing me," I tell him. Ralph's blue eyes are puffy and red, and one, I notice when he takes a step forward, is faintly black and blue where the tears have streaked down. I grab his hand and pull him to me, lick my fingers so I scrub the make-up away. The bruise is fading but it's there. "What did Aaron do?" Ralph breaks down in front of me and wraps his arms around my chest. I hold him back. "He hits me. He doesn't always bruise me." "I'll kill him!" He holds me tighter. "Stop. I don't want him knowing you know." "Ralph-" "Erick, please, I just need a gentle hand right now." "Okay, baby," I say and that makes Ralph cry harder against me. I didn't mean to call him that. It was pure accident. But I can admit that I meant it. I'm still in love with this boy. Holding him here like this makes me wish that I hadn’t have given Preston my number, and that I didn’t ask him if he wanted to find John with me. I suddenly feel like I’ve cheated on him. I think back to the way he broke up with me. He and I, we were together. Like together, together. Mostly. For the life of him, Ralph couldn’t get hard. He was the top, and he couldn’t get hard, and it was becoming a problem. One night? Okay, sure. But it was happening on several occasions and I was starting to feel unworthy. When he achieved a semi he shoved against me but he couldn’t get it in. And then he yelled at the top of his lungs, screamed that it wouldn’t get hard because of the guilt. Guilt for what? I remember his ...