Chapter Two

“She has been missing for ten days dude, what am I supposed to say to people.  They keep asking me why I'm not out looking for her.” I speak into my beer with my head hung low, but the question is directed at my best friend.  

Even he doesn't know that I am gay and that I am praying for the librarian to come and take me back to his house or how I've had fantasies of sliding to my knees in the book stacks of the library, take his cock out and making him fill my stomach with his seed.

I reach under adjusting my now throbbing erection, when the fool catches my actions.

“Dreamin about Belle's sweet pussy there aren't you.  I'd like you to share that pussy taste with me just once.” he growls as I watch his arms move to a not so impressive tiny bulge.

The images of me eating from Belle's slick pussy makes my stomach knot, and then me turning and kissing my disgusting best friend makes me want to vomit my beer all over the bar.

I grunt and turn my head so he doesn't see my face pale.

“Hurry up, hurry, come on Belle's dad has been found.  He isn't doing well.” a deep voice that has echoed in my naughty dreams yells.

My eyes quickly find his and I watch as his eyes flare, but I am not sure if it's with anger or lust, no it’s pure disgust in those chocolate orbs.

“What are you talking about pretty boy?” my best friend yells over the raised noise of the bar.

I watch as the man of my fantasy comes closer to me.  I want nothing more than to grab a hold of his stressed body and pull him onto my lap.  To whisper to him to calm down, and tell me what’s going on, to wrap my arms around him and give him my strength.  I just want no I need this man in my life.

“I was saying that Belle's dad just came into town being pulled by a horse.  His breathing is shallow and I don't think he is going to make it.  He has a message for him.” he says, never taking his eyes off of my friend.

“For who?” I ask as I reach up to turn his body.

“Don't.Touch.Me” he snaps at me and then continues in a clipped tone, “He has a message for you, jackass. He is in the library waiting for you to take your dumb ass to him.  I was just a messenger.  I told you, now I'll go.”

I watch in shock as he storms out of the bar.  Shit, I fucked everything up with him.

“Dude has balls talking to you like that.  We need to set him in his place after we deal with the nut job of a father.  I'll be glad when you marry the bitch and we can admit the psycho to the ward.” he finishes his beer and stands up waiting for me to head to the door.

“Why the fuck do you always do that?” I slam my beer on the bar and storm towards the door, the sooner I find out which way to look for Belle, the sooner I can find her and come back.  Will I claim him or still play the town’s game of Gaston and Belle?

It's not what I want, but can I finally overcome the fear to finally be out, to finally be free of the guilt that knots my stomach.

Can I finally tell the world my deepest darkest secret?