Here we go again... for those of you too lazy to read the first two chapters, you're missing out and I'm not gonna fill you in, so your loss... go back and read
Oh, you're probably feeling left out... this is where my story begins again; four months later. Surprise! Didn't time fly? It's the end of my junior year and I have about two weeks left til I'm a senior. Kickass! Well, sorta I guess. I still have an entire year ahead of me til I'm outta here for good. But oh well, I'll take what I can get.
Chris has remained aloof for quite some time, only being a random friend to me. Not like I care, cause I have friends to love me, and I don't need any more than them. Yes, Chris is still a friend of mine, and I still care for him, but I'll never fall for anything like that again, especially from him.
As I walked down the hall of school on that last thursday of the month of May, I saw Chris pass by. I waved and he waved back smiling. "Your house tonight, right?"
"Yeah," I replied. I was having friends over for an all-nighter. Fun stuff. "Be there at 7."
"Sure thing," He called back as he walked down the hall. "See ya then!"
"Yup," I shouted back.
This should be interesting. My first time being in the same room as Chris overnight since... well... we won't go there I suppose.
7 o'clock rolled around faster than I expected, and suddenly everyone was here. There were the typical party necesseties: sex talk, sex games, make-out corners, and the random truth or dare that seemed way too X-rated to be in the children's game that truth or dare is.
"I dare you to reach inside B's pants and grab his cock," My friend Randi dared one of my freshmen friends, Joe.
"Do I have to?" Joe blushed.
"If you don't want to be castrated, yes," Randi joked.
This caused Joe to blush even more. "Hey, you know I'll like it!" I laughed, trying to make the poor kid feel more comfortable.
"Fine..." He reluctantly agreed. "But does it have to be in front of everyone?"
"Go around the corner if you have to," Randi scoffed. "God you're such a wuss...."
"I am not," Joe retorted. "I just get embarassed easily."
"Come on," I reassured him. "It'll take 30 seconds..."
So I took Joe's hand and walked him around the corner. "Do I really have to do this?" He asked me, looking quite nervous.
"Well, no," I replied. "You don't have to if you don't want to I guess." I thought for a second and joked with him "I'll do you if you want instead!"
I laughed, expecting him to laugh as well, but noticed he wasn't laughing. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked him.
I looked down and realized the reason he wanted to be away from everyone else. His shorts were tenting like there was no tomorrow, and I could clearly see the outline of what appeared to be a well formed cock in his pants.
"Oh," I said, taking my turn to blush. "That's why you wanted to be away from them..."
"Oh shit!" He yelped, noticing his tent. He tried to cover it, but I caught his hand.
"It's ok," I assured him. "It happens..."
With that I placed his hands at his sides and knelt down in front of him. I could see him tremble, so I gently rubbed one of his thighs bevore whispering to the frightened 14 year old "Just relax..."
He breathed a heavy sigh, and I began to open his shorts. Once the button and zipper were opened his shorts slid down to the floor, leaving him in his boxers, and sporting a very nice hardon for his age. I looked up at him and winked, making him blush, as I pulled the elastic band of his boxers out far enough to allow room for his cock to poke through. With one swift motion I pulled his boxers right down his legs, and rested them upon his recently discarded shorts.
He looked at me nervous, but I quickly calmed his nerves by gulping down his cock (which must have been at least 6 inches (quite nice for a freshman I must admit)). He moaned softly and I began to suck on his dick like the pro I am (well, the pro I became is more like it). He ran his hands through my hair and began to slightly rock his hips forward and back, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. This kid could not last long, because before I knew it he was shooting down my throat and collapsing backwards against the wall (lucky it was there or the kid woulda fallen down).
Suddenly he jumped, hearing the applause from down the hall from our group of friends who had watched the whole scene. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them up, running the other way quietly saying "Oh fuck!" Apparently the whole thing had been arranged, since everyone else knew I'd end up blowing him if we were alone (or at least that's what my Randi told me). Some friends, huh? Heh... oh well.
So the night progressed slowly, and not much happened after that. Truth or dare was over, and it took about an hour for Joe to appear again after being embarassed like that. It was about 3am when everyone calmed down and people started to fall asleep in random places of my basement, which had been turned into more of a bedroom for me than a basement like you may be used to. Eventually I landed near Randi, another girl friend of mine, Erika, and Joe. We small talked ourselves to sleep by 3:30, and we were out cold.
As per my usual sleepover adrenaline rush, I wake up randomly throughout the night. I glanced at the clock and strained to read 4:50am without taking the trouble to put on my glasses (since I had removed my contacts for the night... you don't really think I'd go around with glasses all day long, did you?!)
I noticed Joe stirring, and being the kind person I am I edged my way over to him and placed my hand on his back. I shook him slightly "You ok?"
"Huh?" He jumped. "What? Oh... yea... I'm fine... sorry if I woke you up."
"No problem," I answered. "I was awake anyways."
He put his head back down and began to fall asleep again. With my keen eyesight (even though I was without my glasses) I noticed his hand feel its way to his crotch. I figured he had a hardon and was moving it to be more comfortable, but his hand didn't return. I decided to be a little daring and I shook him again.
"What?" He asked, somewhat startled.
I didn't respond, but simply turned him over so he was facing me. He looked into my eyes and I could sense his fear. However, despite his resistance mentally, his physical being was in charge at the moment. He reciprocated my turning of him by moving closer to me and placing his left hand behind my head, pulling me towards him. His lips met mine and his tongue slipped between my lips with very little trouble (this kid was outgoing, huh?). I broke our kiss quickly, realizing where we were.
"Do you think it's smart to stay here?" I asked, hoping he'd get up and move somewhere else with me.
"You don't like me?" He seemed hurt.
"I didn't say that," I reassured him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up before leading him around the corner of my basement, and behind the area where I hang my clothes (which is quite open, and very VERY useful).
I moved my clothes back to where they were before we slid them down the poles to ensure our privacy. I turned around to be greeted by tears falling from Joe's face as he sat crouched in the corner.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"I-" He sobbed. "I... I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"I don't want to be gay," He sobbed. "My dad hates gay people. He told me.
When I said I wanted to go to a music school my mom mentioned to me that there would be a lot of homosexuals there, and my dad said back to her 'Well he knows that if he ever did anything like that I'd kill him...' He thinks it's a choice, or it's something I WANT to be, but I can't help it! I love guys. I love their bodies! I love their personalities..."
He continued to sob. I moved over closer to him and hugged him, trying to calm him down. "Shh. There is nothing wrong with being who you are. Nothing at all. If your dad can't accept that, then you don't need someone like that in your life. You don't need him."
"But," He said, a bit more composed, "what about you? Aren't you afraid?"
"Of what?" I asked. "Of being myself? No... not at all..." I kissed his forehead gently.
He sniffed a few times more, wiping tears from his eyes. "I-" But I interrupted him.
"You don't have to say anything."
I pulled his head closer to mine and kissed his lips. His lips were so soft. So very soft. Giving gently when pressed, and ever so tender. They were easily the most beautiful lips I'd ever kissed. His hands wandered to my back, pulling me closer to him. I reciprocated by placing my hands on the small of his back.
He broke our kiss, and I noticed tears in his eyes again. But he smiled and looked up at me from his perch in the corner of my room and said softly, "Brett... I... I think I love you."
The realization that I now had the power to rip this boy's heart in two and destroy his life gripped at my throat. I choked up and couldn't speak. I had barely just kissed him tonight. How could I be in love?
"Joe-" I tried to reply, "I..." Without thinking I turned around and left the seclusion of the far off corner of my room and laid down where we first slept and cried. Tears streamed down my face. All I could think of was Chris. How he had hurt me, and how I was afraid I would do the same to Joe. It's true, I cared for him, but did I want to take the risk that I might kill him emotionally?
I looked at the clock. 5:24. 34 minutes. Didn't it seem like hours? Joe came around the corner and laid down next to me.
"Brett," He said, somewhat ashamed, "You don't have to love me. I care about you a lot, and you're the only guy I've ever kissed."
"Joe I love you too," I quickly blurted out.
He looked up at me and smiled the slightest smile I'd ever seen, but the purity and honesty in that smile made my heart stir.
He kissed me once more, and laid down, taking me with him. He wrapped his arms around me, to which I gladly did the same. And in that position, for once, I felt like nothing else mattered in the world. I looked into Joe's twinkling eyes as they slowly drifted off to sleep and thought to myself, “For once—” then I paused, nudging my way under his chin and reassured myself, “Yes, for once, this is enough…” as we two slowly closed our eyes and slept, free from all harm, worry, or troubles the world could ever bestow upon us. For once, this was enough.
A bit more tender, caring ending to this chapter. Comments and suggestions always welcome.
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