Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thought, comments, suggestions? Please be gentle. Email- demitiriK@yahoo.com
Notes- In the first chapter of this story the character Christiano says his parents were not there for him and his family cut them out. Then in second story Christiano's parents are very prestigious people. I sorry for that little mix up but as I was writing the second story I forgot about how his parents were. Point is his parents are very rich and hardly home and the rest of the family won't come into this story at all. Sorry for the mix up!
Finally! My little sex escapade with Jorge is over. I would give the juicy details but I'm far to exhausted from that pounding. To sum it up I was pressed against the wall while he fucked my ass until the cows came knocking. There was a lot of screaming from me, moaning from him, my knees buckling, and him spraying my face with more sperm than I thought imaginable.
"How was it?' he asked with that cute ass smile.
"How was what?"
"You know what!"
"Dude you're crazy I have no idea what you rappin' bout."
"Night Chrissy."
"Are you leaving?"
"Nah I'll be downstairs making me something to eat."
I couldn't help but admire his beautiful almost naked body walk out of my room. Jorge was truly the sexiest man I ever did see and something inside my mind had me feeling as though he was all mines. Unfortunately I had no idea if we were actually an 'item' or if I was just his sex buddy. I desperately wanted to ask him but it seemed to be a bit early, seeing as how me and him have only been doing things together for like the past two days. It was tons of stuff in my mind but I didn't feel like dealing with it all so I just slept it all away.
When I woke up I found myself alone like always. However the beautiful smell of french toast and fresh coffee filled my nostrils in an instant and I raced downstairs to see whats up.
"You made me breakfast papi?"
"Nah I made me breakfast."
"Well, take your crappy food and dismiss yourself."
"Chill baby you know I made it for you."
"Better had" and I flashed my million dollar smile and fluttered my eyes like a little school girl.
Damn. How can something that smells so good taste so horrible? The french toast was undercooked and the coffee was bitter as hell what kind of freaky cooking was this? I didn't want to be rude and spit the food into the garbage but I had to let this kid know he can't cook to save a baby chicken's life.
"How you gonna spit my food out?!"
"Cause that shit tastes like shit."
"You don't like it?"
"Well when I do like food I tend to chew and swallow it like a normal person would. Not the dirtiest pig on the farm are you papi?"
"Why the fuck you always gotta be so damn rude?"
"Cause I can be rude! You ain't gonna do shit about it so act right!"
He jumped up and scared the hell out of me. He scared me so much I accidentally swung my hand with the glass plate in it right across his forehead. He hit the floor with a thump but he was alright. My first instict was to see how he was but I'm no idiot. If I were to bend down of course he would grab me and do something that I would definetly enjoy. As he just layed on the floor I kicked him a bit.
"You good?"
"Yeah I'm good."
"Next time watch where you going."
"I wasn't even going nowhere you hit me for no reason!"
"Well you jumped up hella quick pardon me for having quick reflexes."
"I hate you Chrissy."
"Awww I hate you to hoe."
"Help me up please?"
"The hell? Your legs and arms work."
Then I turned into the kitchen to make a real breakfast. By the time all was said and done I had scrambled eggs, fried bacon, french toast, and coffee on the table. All of which looked, smelled, and tasted good. This is real cooking.
"Damn how'd you learn to cook so good?"
"Well when you're alone as much as I am you learn to do a lot of things."
"Speaking of alone where do you get your money from? Do your parents wire it to you?"
"I got money saved up from back when I did movies... Movies I'm not particularly proud of. But I did what I did and its in the past."
"Chrissy you did porn?!"
"Porn? I'm talking about movies like Lord of the Ring and Harry Potter. I was an extra and all of those films and it got me a pretty penny. Seriously porn?"
"Well I just assumed."
"Ew."
"Shut up."
"Drop dead" boy I had a marvelous way of being a vindictive person.
After we took another quick shower together it was time to head off to school. I was so happy to finally get there just to see my best friend Eric and tell him all about the last couple of days. We got to school twenty minutes late but oh well nobody died from it. I spotted Eric by the bleachers smoking like usual. How does a kid smoke so much yet looks and smells perfect? Eric is about 5'9 and 140 pounds with crimson red wavy hair that travels to the bottom of his neck. His body is shaped like an hourglass and from behind he does look like a red headed Marilyn Monroe. He even looks like her from the front with some of her features the arched eyebrows, pouty lips, blue eyes, and he even had that one freckle but on the opposite side of his face from Marilyn's. Despite his great looks I was never physically attracted to Eric, he's such a great kid with the biggest heart in existence. He's the type of person who always puts others before him he even gave me his coat one day when it was snowing and walked me 8 blocks home knowing he was freezing. And I prefer my men to be rough, tough, and aggresive. But all in all Eric was the best friend I could ever ask for and there was absolutely no person I would ever put above him not even Jorge.
"Damn Eric will you ever stop smoking?"
"Hell nah! I love this like a fat kid loves chocolate smoothies."
"Wow, way to mix it up a bit" I said with a smile.
"So how was your weekend Chris?"
"Man! Well Jorge banged me twice and I gave him a blowjob. But all that pales in comparison to this.. I finally made a Gmail account! Yep shocker of the year."
"Whoa! Gmail?! Wow. But tell me more about fun times with Jorge! Are you two going out now or no? How was the sex? How big is he?"
"Calm down with these questions Eric. I don't know if we're going out because I haven't asked him yet. The sex is mindblowingly great. And he's huge."
"Does he treat you like shit?"
"Good shit or bad shit?"
"Good shit of course."
"Oh yeah he does. I just wish he would do it a bit more."
In case you're wondering what the difference between good shit and bad shit is well here we go. Bad shit is when a man beats on you, rapes you, verbally assaults you, and fucks up your mind. Good shit is when the man fights WITH you because you BOTH like it, he doesn't rape you ever, he never verbally assaults you, and he doesn't put in you in a mental hospital. I like it when guys give me the good shit because that keeps the relationship full of action.
"You two smoking down here?" where the hell did Jorge come from?
"Well I am but Chris here is to scared of big daddy Jorge to take a pull."
"He better be."
"Uh uh boy. If I want a smoke I would have one already."
"Yea yea yea shut the hell up and go to class. Both of you!"
"Come on Eric."
"Damn Chris I see why you like him. But why does he like you?
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"I don't mean it in a bad way. I'm saying like how did this relationship come about?"
"Oh it started in the shower and you know me shooting off at the mouth. Then I saw him by my truck and I let the mouth go again and after he beat me up I saw sucked him off. Then he got my number, called me, came by my house and fucked me. And some other stuff happened."
"You lucky whore."
"Ugh! You're the whore!"
During lunch me and Eric were walking to our regular table in the back but as I'm walking I can't help but feel a prescense is staring me down. I turn to see Jorge giving me the hardest look ever. Despite what seems like pure evil I feel so turned off and I can feel myself getting harder with each passing moment. Something is telling me to meet him in the bathroom on the double but I'm not going to that. I'm gonna make him wait for it, the more sexual energy that he builds up the better the sex is gonna be in the end.
"Why you ignoring ya boo like that?" Eric asked me.
"I wanna make him sweat of course."
"Naughty little thing aren't you?"
"You know it."
Well it's about damn time! School is out for the day and now I'm headed home just to relax and chill by myself. As I'm pulling out the parking lot I don't see Jorge anywhere, oh well. Damn. Why did it have to start raining out of nowehere? I make a dash for my porch trying to stay as dry as possible but of course as soon as I came out that truck the rain hit me like a ton of bricks. I go inside, take off my wet clothes, slip into my robe and make me some nice hot coffee. Besides the ambient noise comming from the livingroom my house was so quiet. All that quiet however was disturbed by my phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"So you didn't see me at all today Chrissy?"
"Well yea I did see you but you was looking at me all hard so I ain't go other."
"I wanted to fuck!"
"Fuck. Is that all I do for you? Am I just your sex buddy?"
"Nah Chrissy its not even like that, yea we do bang a lot but thats not all you are in my eyes. I really do like you and I want to be with you. We only hooked up a few days ago but I really got feelings for you."
"Thats what you had better said!"
"Shut up ugly."
"But you like my ugly self" this guy had me smiling like a banshee.
"Can I come over baby?"
"I don't know why you would but whatever."
"Oh shut up."
Damn. Its not that I didn't want Jorge over its just that when its raining I like to be completely isolated, cuddle up with my teddy bear next to a window, and just stare at the rain thinking about everything. I guess Jorge is gonna be a bear substitute for today. Well guess I should toss a few beers in the freezer and make another pot of coffee, I can't help if I'm addicted to it. I hear Jorge knocking at my door so instead of opening it I go the door window and open that.
"Chrissy! Open the door!"
"Por que?"
"Come on dude its fucking pouring out here."
"But you're on my porch and last time I checked it has a roof."
"So I'm gonna stand out here?"
"Well aren't you already doing that?"
"Open the fucking door" and I did as I was told. And boy did he look sexy. The rain had soaked his thin white wife beater, his crimson red gym shorts were soaked to. Its something about a wet man that gets me in the mood for a good loving. But today was so hideous and I really did not want to do anything sexual. He went to put on some of my clothes which I doubt he can fit seeing as how everything in my closet is a size small.
"Where'd you find that big ass white t papi?"
"In your dresser."
"Wow all up in my shit, sheesh!"
"Fuck up, why are your clothes so damn little?"
"Hey! Stevie Wonder don't I look little?"
"How can something thats so little talk so fucking big?"
"You ain't know? Ego so big I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch."
"Ew check you out" goodness here goes Jorge flashing that smile again. Its so fucking sexy. I slowly walked out of my room and traveled down to the library to stare out at the rain. I opened the window a little bit, to feel the mist, and shut off all the lights so it was completely dark. Apparently Jorge followed my there but he crept like a mouse. I jumped on the soft, cushiony window seat and all my troubles melted away.
"Sit in my lap papi."
"Ok" hmm I didn't think he would agree without a fuss.
"Why are you just sitting here staring?"
"Every time it rains I do this. This is my ritual. It relaxes my mind and its an easy way for me to think about myself, my life, and occasionally the mysteries of the universe."
"You don't think thats weird?"
"I think you're weird since we're being all outspoken now."
"Really? Why is that?"
"Because you like me."
"Is there something wrong with you Chrissy? I have no reason not to like you."
"Yep, I'm a quiet ugly geek with like one friend, and nobody in the world loves me."
"Don't ever say that. You're the most beautiful person I know inside and out, and yeah you don't have a lot of friends but oh well. The friends you do have care deeply about you. And I love you."
Did he just say he love me?! Man oh man that just made my day!
"I love you to papi. Now can you shut up with this lovey dovey bullshit I'm trynna think here!"
"Ok you don't gotta be all fucking rude! Gonna make me bust you dead in ya ass."
"I sorry papi."
And off I went. My mind wandered and then I fell asleep with Jorge laying in my lap. It was truly a beautiful moment.