Chapter 1

I never wanted to attend this stupid farmers party, but how else would I have found my best friend on his knees sucking off another man?

I wanted to find him to endure the night. Maybe take a walk somewhere and hear how tiring his day was or what he had for lunch, but standing outside of his horse's stall in the barn, my feet refused to move.

My vision blurred.

I'm dreaming. I better be dreaming. But I didn't just magically appear here, I walked into this barn with my own two feet and heard moans and groans.

The barn was dark but the light from outside helped me make out that flexible body. I could recognise it any day and anywhere.

"Fuck! You're so good at this, Tristan."

The man receiving threw his head back and groaned. He thrust his hips once in a while, filling Tristan's mouth with his- my throat closed.

The man dragged his large hands in Tristan's head, guiding him. Something wild stirred in my chest.

A feeling I couldn't recognize made me clench my fists.

They were both too engrossed to notice they were being watched.

Slurpy sounds filled my ears. They were having the time of their lives. The man moaned like he was right where he wanted to be and even talked about how he couldn't wait to do this again.

I never knew my best friend was gay.

But now, it all made sense; why he laughed more with men than the women who flung themselves at him; why he complimented other men and used words like "hot," "sexy," and "breathtaking."

I didn't think there was more to it.

Or maybe I did? Maybe I knew all along. Maybe I've always thought he was too soft for a farmer. There was always something so feminine and beautiful about Tristan.

I've never thought a man could be beautiful until I laid eyes on Tristan the first time at the barn. His smile was wide, his eyes sparkled and his charm could tame even the wildest of horses.

Still, I didn't outright blurt out 'gay!'

I didn't even let myself think about it.

I just thought I should look out for him more. He's one of the best around here, but something inside me always wanted to protect him.

Now watching this man shove dick in his face was building rage in my chest.

Not my soft Tristan. Not my one and only friend. The only man I could tolerate around me and actually looked forward to seeing.

He was being treated like a quick fuck!

Wait, why did I even care?

"I'm gonna cum, Trist. Right on your face," the man teased and I could make out his hand movements as he started to jerk himself off on my friend's beautiful face.

Not that face.

Now his perfect smile was tainted with the image of another man's cum.

I staggered a few steps away, still reeling from my shock.

The man groaned his release and I did what I shouldn't have. I imagined it on Tristan's face.

That face I couldn't stop staring at. The one that brightened my worst days, now had a man's cum on it.

Bile rushed to my throat, but underneath it was another feeling I didn't want to acknowledge.

Not now.

"Damn! You're as good as they say."

They?

Who the fuck was "they"?

The man started to fix his clothing while Tristan wiped his face. I couldn't see clearly as I peeked from the little corner.

They made small talk before the man walked out. I kept my eyes on Tristan, too stunned to move a muscle. When he finally started to turn in my direction, my feet moved on their own.

I hurried out of the barn, hoping he didn't see me. I needed time to process this.

"Leaving so soon?" Someone asked, but I didn't care to turn around. I hurried home. How do I face him again? If only we didn't share a house as roommates.