His Life Part 4 By- Kelly Jean
That night I could feel everypart of Jake in me, around me and next to me. Him and I were once again one, and in total peace with each other. His body tasted like heaven and every inch of him was so sweet.
His strong hands teased between my legs and wrapped in me. He touched every part of me and licked my inner thighs as if I were his candy. Jake sucked on
me forever and massaged me till I was ready to cry. I was so happy and in love with this man.
It had been another dream I realized when I woke up Saturday morning. I laid there a moment, fantasizing about Jake's body inside of mine. Then I remembered the horror: I may have HIV and I still hadn't confronted good old dad about me being gay.
Right before I climbed out of bed my door opened. I still don't understand how my parents do not except the concept of knocking. My father walked in slowly, closed the door behind himself and sat down on my bed. He hadn't done this to me since I was, maybe, ten.
"Good morning, Tony," he said gently. I was even more surprised when his began stroking my hair. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine. Is something up? You normally don't come in and see me like this."
"A father can't see his son? Tony, do you like me touching you like this?"
I nodded. Well, I did. I mean I'm human. Its nice when someone does that, right? It's rather comforting.
"My son's a full-fledged fag. Cute. You can be gay, I can't really stop you," his hands kept touching my hair and I began to shake. "But, if you ever even dream of fucking another boy, girl or thing in my house you will never see the light of day again. Do I make myself clear?"
I nodded again, "Yes sir."
An evil grin came over his face, "I bet you're getting hard right now."
"What?"
"Let me see," he suddenly pulled the blankets off me and stuck his hands firmly around my cock. He kept them there for a while, massaging me ever so gently; stroaking up and down. "I thought so."
"Oh god..." I whispered feeling him press onto me. "Oh god...mmmm," I hated every second but refused to show it. I spread my legs for him. "More. Harder. Oh, oh, daddy," I groand. "Oh don't stop. Please."
After about five minutes he stopped and glanced at his watch. "Shit, I gotta go to work. I'll see you this evening. Lord, I can't believe you liked that. I thought you would have hated it. You are a fag."
And just like that he left. For nearly an hour I cried to myself. My own flesh and blood had felt me up and thought I liked it. I hated it. I would rather be dead.
An hour and a half later I met Jake at a local park. It was almost empty since the skies looked as if
rain would be coming soon. I told him about my dad and as I did my eyes resembled rain. He held me for a while saying it would be fine. "Everything works out okay in
the end" were his words. Jake also told me again how sorry he was about the other night and prays for my health and not even his own. I found out from him I wouldn't be able to get tested for HIV antibodies for a few more days since they were still developing. He also told me of a new treatment which may be able to take them out of me before turning into HIV or AIDS. His wasn't caught in time. Soon enouh we were able to talk again as if things weren't as bad as they seemed.
"My parents like you," he told me soon enough.
"Really?"
He nodded, "My mom wants to see you again. She thinks you're cute. Hm, me too...oh, I was wondering,"
Jake said touching my face, "do you want to go out tonight. Maybe it will relax you."
"Where to?"
"This awesome night club. I know the DJ so I can get us in for free. We can dance all night with each other and be together, alone."
My smile told him his answer to the invitation. For an hour in the afternoon we actually did some homework at his house. We have the same math class so we worked on that crap for a little while (sorry, not a math fan).Ah, I thought, this upcoming evening at the dance club would be one I'd never forget.
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