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I CANNOT BE GAY
Last chapter: Deano and Jonathan were slowly coming to terms what they really meant to eachother. They also had their second kiss since the whole debacle happened at the dance and cemented a real relationship. Over the next few weeks, their relationship grew, as both of them confessed to loving eachother. Back at the school, all the talk was about the new guy who joined at the beginning of the term, and how the girls was all over him in just a matter of hours. When his name, Red, was mentioned, Deano got scared as the only "Red" he knew, was the one he met behind the tennis courts on the night of the dance, the one whom he told about his feelings for Jonathan. When Deano discovered that Red remembered him, and that it was indeed the same guy, he pleaded with Red not to say anything, but he got the shock of his life! Red told him he was gay too, and went as far as to ask Deano out. Deano confessed that he and Jonathan was now in a relationship. Later, we saw Red being screamed upon by his mother, over something he allowed to "happen" to his family. After that, Red looked at pictures of himself...and Deano! He even had an old Christmas card from Deano...who called him his "bestest friend"! He even vowed that Jonathan would "pay" for taken Deano away from him. Who is Red really? And what is his connection to Deano?*
Chapter 4
If you would have entered Deano's house right now, you would have walked in on a very intimate moment between himself and Jonathan. Both of them were on the couch in the living room, making out like something crazy. Deano gripped Jonathan's body so hard, afraid he would somehow leave him if he didn't. Jonathan jostled for position and cupped the back of Deano's neck in his hand while kissing downwards his neck. Both boys were almost breathless at the emotion and power which was generated from this fierce embrace. Deano gripped Jonathan's shoulder and kissed him, pushing his best friend down on the couch. He gripped both of Jonathan's arms and held them away from his body.
"So...are you gonna be the dominate one?" Jonathan whispered, his eyes full of love as he stared right into Deano's soul.
"Buddy come on! I've always been the one in charge!"
"Is that so?" Jonathan said, smiling evily. Deano leaned down and once more kissed Jonathan with all the love he had for him. It was then that both boys felt something rock hard in both of their trousers brushing against eachother, desperately wanting to come out and play.
"Is that what I think it is?" Deano whispered, amazed.
"I thought you'd know by now, its been hard for as long as we've been busy," Jonathan replied.
"You wanna...you know...do something?" Deano asked carefully.
"Uhm...I dunno bud, we're both virgins...have you got protection?"
"No...does it matter?"
"Deano, don't get me wrong. I love you. You're my best friend and I would love doing stuff with you, but not here, and not now, okay? It will just be rushed because your mom will be home soon. I don't want that. When we do "it", I want it to be like...special, you know?"
"Yeah okay, I get what you're saying. I'm not ready for sex with you either. Not that I don't want to, but look how fucked things were after we kissed. I don't want one of us like...regretting shit after we do it."
"Neither do I. Let's just enjoy this right here, bro."
Jonathan leaned in and touched his forehead to Deano's. Both boys closed their eyes. No words or actions were needed. They knew what they meant to eachother.
The next day at school was almost over, as the boys relaxed in the shade underneath the trees on the Rugby field. Deano, Jonathan, Witzel and Jayden were always together at breaktimes. It was a real fucking scorcher that day! Temperatures were very high in the summer in this area and their school uniforms literally clung to their teenage bodies.
"Hey Deano, you got class with that new kid, Red doncha?" Witzel said, his mouth full of peanut butter sandwich.
"Yeah man, why do you ask?" Deano was immediately on red alert, no pun intended. Always when he saw Red in school, he felt this cold feeling in his chest. Red knew...he fucking knew!!!
"Just seems a bit weird that every girl in school is like fucking throwing themselves at him and yet he doesn't have one on his arm yet. He could like really just pick and choose. But he's always on his own. Doesn't make sence."
"Maybe he's just like one of them privates dudes, you know?" Jonathan said, drinking up the last of his Dr Pepper, which was already luke warm by now.
"Nah dude. You wanna know what I think? I think the dude's batting for the other team," Witzel said, with a disgusted look on his face.
"The other team?" Jayden said, not completely understanding.
"I meant he's probably GAY, you moron!" Witzel spat out. Deano and Jonathan looked very nervously at eachother.
"Well if he is, then so be it. Its not our place to fuck around in," Deano said slowly, while holding eye contact with Jonathan the whole time.
"Fuck that shit, Deano! If the dude's gay, he has no place here! God, those pansies makes me SICK! Gives straight and horny guys like us a bad name, not to mention that doing shit like that will make you go to hell!"
Jonathan stood up. He mentioned for Deano to follow him.
"I'm gonna put my can in the trash. You coming, Deano?"
"Yeah, gotta piss again anyway. See you guys later in class okay?" Deano said, holding out his fist to first Jayden and then Witzel.
"Yeah buds, see ya! Jayden, you think the new fucker is gay too...?"
Deano and Jonathan walked to the trash can very, very quietly. Jonathan dumped his can and they made their way to the toilet.
"Jono, there's no one in the corridor, let's use the teacher's bathroom instead. Much less chance of someone catching us there."
"Okay."
The two teenagers entered and Jonathan made sure he closed the door properly. Deano was standing in one place, his back away from Jonathan. The latter quietly walked over to Deano and place his hand on his shoulder.
"You okay?" he asked.
"You heard what Witzel said outside there, ofcourse I'm not fucking okay!" Deano said, his voice trembling.
"That's why I wanted to get you away from him just now. Don't listen to what he says! I don't even know why we still hang out with him and Jayden..."
"What he said about gays! GAYS, Jono! About them going to hell! This, what's going on between me and you! What the fuck do you call it?"
Jonathan steadied himself before looking Deano in the eye. He could see a few tears just waiting to spill over his beautiful boyish face.
"I call it, I love you. That's what I call it. Come here..."
Jonathan closed the gap between them and hugged Deano very tightly against him. The latter was breathing in and out very fast, almost on the point of hyperventilating. Jonathan placed a kiss on Deano's head before they heard the door started to open. Jonathan pulled Deano into the nearest cubicle as fast as he could. What had to be a teacher, entered. After a while they heard water running and what sounded like someone washing their hands, which was quickly followed by the dryer's noise. Finally the person left the bathroom and Jonathan sighed out loud.
"Fuck, that was close."
"Jono...
"Yeah bud?" Jonathan said, running his fingers lovingly through Deano's spiky hair.
"I don't wanna do this anymore..."
"Deano...no Deano! No! You can't mean that!"
"I'M NOT GAY, Jono! I love you! You mean so much to me! But if all this means that I'm gay and that I'm going to hell, then I can't do this!"
"FUCK THAT SHIT! Since when is love supposed to be wrong? We love eachother! The fact that we're both boys means NOTHING!"
"It does to me, Jono. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. But we are stopping whatever is between us, right now. I'm sorry. I can't...I just can't."
And with that, Deano Richards left the bathroom, leaving Jonathan Riley's heart in tatters.
A week had passed. A week in which both Jonathan and Deano wished to forget. Both of them were moody and refused to have anything to do with eachother. Jonathan kept away because he thought Deano didn't love him as much to give them a chance, no matter if he was gay or not. Deano kept away because he was literally afraid of being a abomination to God and that he would be sent to hell if he continued with Jonathan. And one person who picked up on what the problem really was...was Red Donovan.
During Pcycics, the only class that Deano and Red had together without Jonathan, Deano told him everything, and how he refused to accept that he was gay.
"Dude, if you are, then you are, you can't change or wish it away," Red said.
"Red, being gay is a sin okay? No offence. Each to his own, I know you are gay aswell. But I really don't wanna go to hell when I die. And being gay is a massive sin."
"You're sounding like one of them preachers on a Sunday morning, jeez!"
"I'm sorry, man. Its just this whole "having feelings for Jonathan" thing has fucked me up so much. I NEVER thought I'd feel like this. I always used to look down on gay guys. And now its happened to me." Deano said sadly.
"So you and Jonathan are over? Not only like in your relationship, but your friendship aswell?" Red asked, with a delightful glimmer in his eye.
"I don't want to be. But I guess so. Everytime I see him, I wanna hug him, just be with him, kiss him...FUCK! I have to stay away from him, Red. I don't wanna make God angry."
"If that's how you see it, you probably have to..." Red replied, with a sneaky smile on his face. Part one of breaking up Jonathan and Deano, he didn't even have to lift a finger! Now to go in for the kill. To make sure Deano never trusted Jonathan again, never wanting to have anything to do with that piece of filth...forever.
Jonathan was sitting in his room listening to his Metallica CD's. He never thought for once in his life, that he'll be so alone like he was now. Just last week, a mere seven days ago, he and Deano were kissing like two starved teens on honeymoon. Now, they hardly spoke. Jonathan grabbed his phone and scrolled down to Deano's number...should he, or shouldn't he? He carefully and slowly pressed the call button. It gave about four rings before Deano answered.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Silence.
"Did you want something?"
Only to hear your beautiful voice, Jonathan thought, but didn't wanna say.
"Just wanted to catch up, see how you are."
"I'm cool, Jono. Listen, I gotta go, see you around."
And that was that. Jonathan REALLY wanted to throw his Blackberry into a fucking million pieces against the bedroom wall, but he controlled himself just in time. The doorbell downstairs shocked him out of his morbes. He quickly jogged down the stairs and casually opened the door.
"Oh hey dude! My car broke down, just down the road here. I've tried next door and the house before that, but no one's home. Could I maybe call a towing company from here?"
"Sure, Red. Its just inside the livingroom there, come on in."
Jonathan allowed Red to pass him. He had heard so much of this guy, like how all the on heat bitches couldn't stop talking about how hot and sexy he was. Before this entire Deano saga, he would have hated Red for having this effect on girls. But now...Jonathan would himself, against his will, find Red very sexy indeed...He decided to wait in the kitchen until Red was done and after a few minutes, he was joined by the latter.
"Oh thanks, dude. You saved my skin. Its my car, but my dad gave it to me, and sometimes he still acts as if it's his."
"No problem. Say, you want some Coke?"
"That will be good, pal!"
Jonathan turned his back towards the fridge and reached for the two Cokes. Before he could turn around, he felt a MAJOR presence behind him. He turned around very quickly and saw Red was standing very, very close to him.
"Dude...?" was all Jonathan could muster.
"What's the problem, Jonathan? Don't tell me you're afraid for a little guy action after all you and that Deano dude got up to?"
"How...how the fuck do YOU know about that?" Jonathan was stunned.
"Deano told me. Infact, he couldn't wait to."
Red was really enjoying this. He could feel he had Jonathan in his pocket. This was REVENGE, you fucker, he thought. You took Deano AWAY from me! Now I'm taking him back...
"I don't know what to say, Red. I really thought he wouldn't tell a soul..." Jonathan said, know really getting worried. Someone knew...DAMN YOU DEANO! I trusted you! You were my BEST friend!
Red smiled and suddenly Jonathan felt a nudge underneath his chin. Red gently lifted his face up towards his own. As much as Jonathan was angry at Deano, there was a hot guy standing right infront of him. His cock began to swell.
"God, you're so beautiful, Jonathan. Your face is chiselled, fuck look at those arms, all muscled and powerful. I've seen your body in PE, I was so hard, everytime. Deano is a fool..."
Jonathan didn't even have time to think before he felt Red's lips against his own. The element of surprise was too much. But Red wasn't finished there. He ripped Jonathan's school shirt APART from his teenage body, and quickly caressed the latter's chest, incredible eight pack abs and arms, taking it to Jonathan's hair, running his fingers through it, feeling the texture of this hot guy. He attacked Jonathan's neck, kissing the most sensitive spot at the bottom, while making his way down steadily to his stomach. Red looked upwards at Jonathan who still held the two Cokes in his hands. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on each and every of the eight pecks he found on Jono's stomach. He nuzzled the bits and fluffs of hair in and around his navel, before taking hold of Jonathan's school pants.
"Red...don't you think we shouldn't be doing..."
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it."
Red tore off Jonathan's pants, aswell as his boxers, leaving the fifteen year old teen boy naked before him. Red slid his hand between Jonathan's fingers and grabbed hold of his virgin dick. He gently started to stroke the hard member up and down, elicting moans and deep emotional grunts from Jonathan. But Jonathan's wasn't into foreplay today at all. He spat on his fingers and caressed the teen's cock even more, making it nice and slick.
"FUCK!! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!!!" Jonathan yelled out of the back of his throat as Red immediately started to deep throat his cock. Red went up and down a few fair times, went back up, circled his tongue around the head, which Jonathan responded to in grabbing Red's hair. Red grabbed Jonathan's cock by the base and licked up and down the rock hard teenage shaft, keeping his mouth clamped on the pulsating virgin member. The tip of Jonathan's cock was by now a bright purple as its owner face fucked Red beyond belief. A virgin dick was never gonna last last long under this kind of tortue, especially when Red grabbed Jonathan's balls with his free hand and started to caress them in their sensitive sacks.
Without breaking the rhythm, Jonathan really didn't have time to warn Red as his thick, virgin, sperm started to spew down Red's cock sucking throat. There had to be tons and gallons of the stuff, or so it seemed. Red's mouth was as wide as a crocodile's as he tried his best to gobble up all the cum that simply kept spurting and splattering all over him. Once he was satisfied that most of the cum was in his stomach, he took the spent dick in his mouth yet again, and cleaned off most of the residue before releasing it, where it bobbed around in mid air, exhausted.
Jonathan was breathing so fast, he feared he was getting some kind of panic attack. This was the first time he...
"There you go. All clean and dry now. You taste good, you sexy motherfucker. Forget about Deano. He doesn't deserve you. Lemme take care of you."
Jonathan was still in no state to speak after his earth shattering orgasm at the hands of someone else for the first time. He clung to Red as they embraced. Well...clearly Deano didn't want him any more. What was the use of still hoping? Deano didn't wanna be gay! And here's a hot, gentle, yet outgoing guy who really wants to be with me...WHAT TO DO??
Later that night, Deano was busy washing up the dishes when the front door bell rang. He placed the cup down that he was drying off and headed for the door.
"Red! What are you doing here this late?"
"Bud, I just had to come over. I know this is gonna hurt you, but you gotta know this, you HAVE to know the truth."
"Truth, what truth?" Deano asked, a frown on his face.
"Its Jonathan. He...you see I didn't know who he was! I was trying to fix my car, when he came past and offered me to call a tow truck from his house. The moment I was done, he jumped on me! I'm sorry, Deano! I didn't know he was your Jonathan!"
"What are you trying to say, Red?" Deano asked, his eyes hard and emotionless.
"We had sex, Deano! After I asked him what about you, and he said...he said that you didn't wanna be gay, so he's done with you. I'm so, so sorry, buddy."
Where as his eyes were all sympathetical, Red's heart was laughing out loud. He had FINALLY suceeded!
Jonathan decided to take a walk late that night. He couldn't sleep anyway. He walked and walked the streets what seemed like hours. He just didn't wanna think about what happened between him and Red that afternoon. He felt guilty, even though it was Red who initiated it. Why didn't he STOP him? As he came closer to his house, something glimmering caught his eye. At first he thought he had imagined it, but as he walked over to where Red's car was parked earlier this afternoon, he saw it clearly. It was obviously the moonlight that allowed it to sparkle. It was a chain, a silver one. That's odd, he thought.
He turned it around and read the enscription at the back.
"BRANDON"
Oh...then it's not Red's, he thought. Better keep it with me incase this Brandon person comes looking for it...
END OF THE FOURTH CHAPTER!!! Please mail me if you enjoyed the story!! Send me an e-mail at whiteryan65@gmail.com I always make sure that I reply to each and every one I get!
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