Volume 1

Jonah worked until eight every night for the rest of week. Luke hadn’t shown up. Their boss, being Luke’s uncle, had said he was sick, but Jonah knew different. Jonah wouldn’t have gotten away with taking a week off if he was sick, and he knew that Luke wasn’t really sick, but still decided to keep his mouth shut. He let it slide.
When Luke did finally come in, two hours late on Monday, he pretended to cough for the first couple of hours until he forgot the façade. They both worked in silence, they both avoided each other. That night Jonah punched out ten minutes early, just to avoid Luke by the lockers. But his plan didn’t work. Luke, being as anxious to leave as Jonah was, just assumed it was time to go when Jonah did, and went to his locker also. They washed their hands, and changed their shirts in the same impending silence that they had worked in all day, except now they were right next to each other. The tension hung like clay in the air, making the dull buzz of the fan in the corner louder then it had even been. When Jonah slammed his locker shut, the sound seemed to bring everything to a head.
“Hey, I’m sorry about you having to work late last week.” Luke said, without turning to face Jonah.
“Yeah, well my wife doesn’t appreciate it.” As soon as the words left Jonah’s mouth, he realized that they could mean two things. They could mean Maria didn’t like him coming home late, or that she didn’t appreciate someone else’s mouth on her man. By the expression on Luke’s face, Jonah could tell that he didn’t know which of the two he meant either.
“Coming home late, she doesn’t like me coming home late.” He qualified.
Luke sighed. They were too close to confronting it to let the subject be avoided. He didn’t want to come to work everyday knowing that one of the only two other people there hated him and wondered what he might do next.
“I’m sorry about what happened last week too.” Luke stammered out.
“You don’t want to talk about that now. You want Ed to hear?”
“He’s gone, and besides he knows anyway…. Well knows I’m gay, not that, you know…”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Sure.” Luke paused for a moment, and then closed his locker. He sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. He moved the fan to face him, and the thin curls of smoke disappeared quickly into the air. “I was afraid to come back you know.” He said almost laughing, “I thought you were going to kick the shit out me.”
“I ain’t like that. Is that how you think I am? That I go around getting drunk and kicking the shit out of people?” Jonah was becoming visibly angrier and angrier. He slammed his palm into the side of his locker, “I’m not like that.”
“I know, I know, shit.” Said Luke, who didn’t seem intimidated all. “That’s probably why…” he trailed off.
“Why what?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t say ‘nothing’. Be a fucking man. What do you want to say to me, huh?”
“That’s probably why I think about you sometimes, that’s all.” Luke said leaning forward aggressively, and flicking his ashes into the coffee can they used as an ashtray. Jonah could have just walked away right then and there, and been done with it. He could have let it slide, but the same question from that night had continued to eat away at his mind. Why? Everything had always been easy to figure out. He always figured that everyone either hated him or was afraid of him. Other people kept a safe distance until they realized that he was already broken and harmless, and then they took advantage of him. That’s how his boss Ed worked. That’s how his family worked. That’s how everything worked until nineteen years ago when Maria told him she loved him, and she was the only one. Now this guy says he ‘thinks about him?’ What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“What do you mean you think about me?”
“I think about you fucking me.” Luke said, his eyes turned away and trying to sound tough. To Jonah, it sounded just like the time he had asked Maria if he could suck her tits when they fucked.
“I ain’t gay or nothing, and I’m married.” Jonah said leaning back against his locker and crossing his arms.
“If you’re not gay, would you still consider fucking another guy cheating on your wife?” Luke had his words chosen carefully, as if he had planned on having this conversation with Jonah before.
“I never thought about it before.”
“Never thought about fucking a guy?” Luke got up from the couch, and stood in front of him. Suddenly Jonah felt small, and trapped, almost suffocated by his own thoughts and the truth. He felt the same way he did when he was eight. When his father would close his fist and raise it, and he knew what was coming. Or the same way he felt when Maria would just silently watch him every time he tried to hide his feelings from her until they came flooding out onto the light green linoleum of the kitchen table.
“My brother’s gay.” Was the only part of the thought process that made its way out of Jonah’s mouth.
“So you have thought about it?”
“Just what it would be like, not really doing it.”
“Is there a difference?” Luke asked. He moved in closer to Jonah, and put his hand on his shoulder. “If you want to fuck me, you can.”
‘Shit, he’s got his worked out good’, Jonah thought to himself. ‘Making it sound like he’s doing me a favor.’
“If you can’t get hard, I can suck your dick first. Just close your eyes.”
With those words, Jonah couldn’t deny the slight tightening he felt in his cock. Maria never said anything that raw. At night, through the darkness of their bedroom, she would whisper something gently like, “I want to taste you,” or “I want to feel you inside of me.”
Jonah didn’t protest, he didn’t even make a sound, as Luke unzipped his pants and began to stroke his cock. Jonah leaned back against the locker and closed his eyes when Luke got down on his knees, and took him into his mouth. He sucked the tip hard and quick, and pumped the shaft without any rhythm. ‘He’s not very good at this,’ Jonah thought to himself. He thought about Maria, how she went down on him. The thought of her kept him from collapsing. She didn’t just suck, but she would lick and kiss him too. Make him feel like she wanted him, like she enjoyed him, until everything that made him a man ached with pleasure and he panted like a dying animal in the hot sun. Jonah snapped out of it when Luke stood up.
Luke walked over to the couch and took off his pants.
“You’ve got a dog dick.” He said with a smile.
“What?”
“A dog dick. Its real pink.”
Jonah looked down at his erection, and felt ugly, ugly and pissed off. He walked over to the couch. “What do I do?”
“Its not complicated.” Luke said as he took off his boxers. “Let me just loosen up first.” He lay back on the couch and spit into this hand. He carefully slid a finger inside of himself, then two and worked them in and out. Jonah couldn’t watch, he stared off into the distance at the wall.
“All right, I’m ready.” Luke said, and wiped his fingers against the side of the couch.
“Not like that, I don’t want to look at your dick.” Said Jonah.
“Fine.” Luke got up and turned around. He knelt backwards on the couch. Jonah moved in close behind him, and pressed his cock up between his legs. Luke reached back and lined him up.
“Just stick it in?” Jonah asked.
“When ever you’re ready.”
Jonah thrust in up to hilt, and hard.
“Christ, not so fucking hard.” Luke exclaimed with a wince. But Jonah continued to pound into him, his belt buckle flapping against his thigh. He had never fucked anyone like this before, certainly not Maria. Fucking Luke meant he didn’t have to think about how Luke felt, if he was getting any pleasure or not.
“I thought that’s what you wanted, my fucking dog dick.” Jonah said between groans.
“Oh god, shit…” Luke moaned. He threw his head back in agony, and almost head butted Jonah.
“Watch it.” Jonah said, and shoved Luke’s head forward again. He lifted Luke by the waist and drove into him even harder. The violence of his thrusts began to raise Luke’s knees from the couch.
Eventually Luke relaxed his body around Jonah’s penetration, and began to masturbate himself to the rhythm of Jonah’s thrusts. Luke came with a groan, spraying the back cushion of the couch. Jonah followed, unable to resist the tightening of Luke’s inner muscles. He relieved himself deep inside.
Jonah stepped back, releasing himself from Luke, and looking for something to wipe himself off with. Luke stumbled awkwardly off of the couch and picked up his pants. He headed towards the bathroom.
“Is that what you wanted?” Jonah asked.
“Is that what you wanted?” Luke returned.
Without acknowledging Luke’s question, Jonah took a cigarette from Luke’s pack on the table. “I’m taking one of your smokes.” He said, and left.