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Taking Off the Mask Chapter 8
Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. James Baldwin
I tried to resist, but Donovan was persistent. "Come on, James," he pleaded. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Reluctantly, I followed him upstairs and into a large bedroom. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. In the dim light, it was apparent it was a girl's room. There were stuffed animals lying all around the room. Donovan closed the door, and then picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. He threw himself across me, and he began to grind his body into mine.
"You smell good," he murmured as he lifted my shirt and started to lick on my nipples. I tossed my head back and squirmed under him. Waves of pleasure were washing over my body. He continued to nibble gently on my chest, working his way downward.
He reached my shorts and began to unbutton them. I grabbed his hand, "Stop. Please, Donovan. You're going too fast."
He pushed my hand away and unbuttoned my shorts. He quickly unzipped them, exposing my hard cock straining inside the red bikinis.
"Relax," he leaned in and sucked my cock threw the material. "You'll like this." Our eyes met, and then he pulled the bikini underwear down, exposing the top of my cock. It was wet with precum. Donovan leaned in and licked it off. I tossed my head back and moaned loudly. I had never felt anything so wonderful.
He then pulled my shorts and underwear down and engulfed my entire cock in his mouth. I raised up, and rammed it into his mouth. He gagged slightly, then returned to sucking me. My body was trembling from the pleasure he was giving me. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.
With one final thrust, I shouted out, "I'm cumming!" I reached down and tried to pull his head off, but he swallowed me deeper as I shot my first volume of cum down his throat. He continued to suck me until I collapsed exhaustedly on the bed.
He came up and our lips met. He ground his body into mine as I tasted the remnants of my cum in his mouth. I started to roll him over so that I could do to him what he had just done to me. I was apprehensive, because I had never sucked a dick before. I knew I could never please him as much as he had me.
Donovan got off the bed and stood beside it, stripping off his clothes. I watched as he revealed his finely sculpted body to me. In the darkened room, it looked as nice as it had when I saw him in the locker room. When he pulled off his boxers, his erect cock jutted out to about nine inches. My eyes went wide when I saw it. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to take him into my mouth.
As he stood naked, stroking his massive cock, he told me to take off my clothes too. I pulled off my shirt and then my shorts and red bikinis. He got back on the bed and started licking my body once again. I moaned my pleasure, and then he took my legs and pulled them back. He then started licking around my asshole. I squirmed around as he began to fuck my ass with his tongue. My cock hardened, and I thought I was going to cum again.
"Wait here," he whispered, as he climbed out of bed and walked over to Sylvia's dresser. He took out a condom, tore it open and then rolled it over his huge cock. He walked back to the bed with what appeared to be tube of lubricant.
Panic swept over me. I had intended to try to suck him, but it seemed he had other plans. I looked at his huge cock and was filled with fear.
"Donovan," I said nervously. "I can't do this. I've never had sex before."
He looked down at me and grinned evilly. "A virgin. It's been years since I've busted someone's cherry." He applied some lube to his finger and pushed my legs back and rammed his index finger roughly into my ass. I screamed out in pain.
"Stop it, Donovan," I screamed. "I can't do this."
He looked down angrily at me and pulled me up until I was staring into his fiery eyes. "Look, Bitch." He tightened his grip on my shoulder. "I just got you off. Now you're going to get me off."
"Can't I suck you like you did me?" I pleaded. Tears began to fall down my cheeks. I was trying to get up, but he kept pushing me back down.
"I like fucking ass," he replied angrily. He took his finger and shoved it harshly back into me. I wailed out in pain.
"Please don't do this, Donovan," I begged. "You're too big."
"You'll get used to it." He pulled my legs back, and then lined himself to my ass and pushed forward. I could feel a searing pain as about an inch of his massive cock entered my virgin ass.
"Oh, God," I cried out. "Please don't do this! You're hurting me!" Through tearful eyes, I looked up and saw a determined look on his face. He was completely devoid of any emotion. He was going to fuck me, and there was little I could do about it.
I continued to try and push him off, but he lifted his hand and struck me across the side of my face. I saw stars from the harsh blow. He pushed another inch into me, as I continued to cry out in pain.
"Damn, you're so fucking tight," he complained. He pulled out and then rammed his cock back into my swollen ass. I again screamed out, and started to pass out from the intense pain.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and I was aware of someone rushing in. He pulled Donovan off me and threw him to the floor.
"God damn it, Donovan." The voice shouted. "What the fuck are you doing? You're hurting him."
Through my tears, I saw Donovan rising to his feet and confronting the other person. As my vision began to focus, I realized that it was Roy.
"That boy owes me some ass, and I'm going to get it." He tried to push Roy aside and get back on top of me. I watched as Roy swung at Donovan, hitting him squaring in the temple. Donovan reeled back and fell onto the floor.
"Get dressed!" Roy shouted at me. I quickly started putting on my clothes. Donovan rose off the floor and confronted Roy once again.
"You Mother Fucker," he shouted. He lunged at Roy, but he stepped aside and hit Donovan in the stomach. I heard him let out a gasp of air as he fell onto the bed. I jumped off, grabbed my sandals and ran from the room.
Everyone stopped and stared when I came running downstairs with tears flowing down my face. I didn't stop as I ran to the door, flung it open and raced down the long drive. When I reached the bottom, I fell to the ground and started crying.
After sobbing for about five minutes, I stood and wiped the tears from my eyes. I needed to get home. I looked at the time on my cell phone and it was 1:12. It was at least an hour's walk home, and there was no way I could go back inside and ask Donovan to take me. I thought of calling my mother, but then I'd have to explain why I needed a ride. So I slowly started walking towards home, knowing that I would miss my curfew.
I'd walked for about ten minutes when a car approached. I walked up into someone's yard, just in case it was Donovan. I quickly looked around me to see which would be the best direction to run.
A black Honda stopped, and Roy stuck his head out the window. "James, are you alright?" I slowly approached the car. I was pretty sure I could trust him, since he had been the person who had stopped Donovan from raping me.
I nodded my head, but then started trembling. I fell to the ground and wrapped my arms around my legs. Roy exited the car, and knelt down beside me, putting a comforting arm around me.
"It's alright, James," he assured me. "Donovan's back at the house, passed out on the bed. He's not going to hurt you."
"Why?" I cried. "Why did he try to rape me?"
"He gets drunk sometimes," he said, "and does things. I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you."
"I thought he was so cool." I looked into the concerned eyes of Roy.
"He really is a nice guy," he replied. He pulled me into him, trying to stop me from trembling. "You just saw the bad side of him."
"I don't ever want to see any side of him again," I said angrily. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.
"We'd better get you home," he said. "Tell me where you live."
Before reaching the car, I turned and extended my hand. "Thanks." I said appreciatively. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up."
"It's alright." He reached out and touched the side of my face. "I didn't know he hit you."
"Is it bad?" I reached up and realized that the side of my face was tender.
"There's a nice bruise there," he said as he carefully touched it again. "I don't think it's too bad."
"He's not going to be mad at you, is he?" I asked. Roy seemed like a really nice guy, and I didn't want to come between him and Donovan.
"He'll get over it," he replied. "Although, he's going to be mad as hell when he sees the shiner I gave him."
"Thanks, again." This time I leaned in and gave him a quick hug. I really felt that I owed him for saving my life. I shuddered to think what might have happened had he not stopped Donovan.
"Let's go." We got in his car and I told him how to get to my house. I noticed that it was now almost 1:30. At least I wasn't going to be late getting home. I knew that my mother would probably be in her room waiting for me to come home.
The light was still on in the living room when we pulled up. Roy looked over and asked, "Will you be alright?" I nodded and got out. I thanked him again, before he drove off.
When I entered, I looked to see if my mother was still in her office. The lights were out, so I knew she was in her room. I turned out the living room lights and headed upstairs to my room. She peeked her head out the door when she heard me.
"How was the party?" she whispered, so that she wouldn't awaken my sister.
"Alright," I whispered back, and then entered my room and closed the door behind me. I knew she would have a lot of questions in the morning, but right now I wanted to be left alone. I undressed and tiptoed over to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I wanted to wash off the scent of Donovan that I could still smell on my body. I gingerly cleaned my ass. It was still sore and swollen. I stuck my finger carefully inside to make sure that there was no blood. Before leaving, I applied some ointment I found in the medicine cabinet that my mother used for wounds.
I returned to my room and crawled into bed. I pulled the covers over my head and rolled into a fetal position. I tried to block out what had happened, but every time I closed my eyes all I could see was the evil look on Donovan's face. I remembered what Mr. Wilbur had said about masks. Donovan had taken his off tonight, and the image beneath it was shear terror.
On the outside, he appeared to be Mr. Wonderful. He was tall, athletic and attractive. He was also someone who was used to getting anything he wanted. Tonight he wanted me. When he couldn't have it, then he took it. When I left the house earlier this evening, I had no intention of having sex with him. The most I hoped for was a good night kiss in his car when he dropped me off. But obviously, he had other intentions.
I started crying again, thinking of Donovan holding me down and trying to rape me. That is what he had done. Raped me. I told him to stop, but he continued to push his huge cock into my ass. I was so ashamed and embarrassed. I hated myself because I had carelessly put myself in that situation. I was so enamored by his good looks, that I didn't realize that I had put myself in danger. I knew I should have been more careful.
I don't know how, but I managed to fall asleep sometime later. I awoke shortly before six from a terrible nightmare. I was handcuffed to a bed on my stomach and Donovan was thrusting his huge cock in my ass. I felt sick, and rushed to the bathroom and vomited violently. When I was done, I looked in the mirror at the bruise on the side of my face. It wasn't dark, but it was obvious that I had been hit on the side of my face.
"Are you alright, James?" My mother was pounding on the door, calling out my name.
"Yeah, Mom," I responded. "I'm just not feeling too well." I could hear her trying to open the locked door.
"Let me in, James," she insisted.
"I'm alright, Mom." I tried to sound convincing, but I was starting to tremble again.
"James Michael Hoskins," she shouted. "Open this door right now!"
I walked over and slowly turned the lock. She entered the room and a concerned look appeared on her face as she looked at me.
"What happened to you?" She walked over and touched the bruise on my face. I winced and stepped back.
"Nothing," I said, as I walked past her and returned to my room. She followed me in.
"I want to know what happened." She said adamantly. "You've been in a fight."
"I wasn't in a fight," I insisted. I was trying to stay strong, but suddenly the tears appeared in my eyes and then started running down my face. The last thing I wanted was my mother to see me crying. I jumped back into bed and covered my face with the bed covers. I felt her sit down on the side of the bed.
"What happened, James?" Her voice was soothing and filled with concern. "Are you hurt?"
"No, Mom," I mumbled. "I'm alright, really. Please just leave me alone. I really don't want to talk right now."
"Look at me." She grabbed my shoulders and raised me up. She looked into my face and studied me for a minute before releasing me. She then pulled the covers back over me.
"We'll talk about this later," she said softly. "I can see you are alright, but there's something you're not telling me." She rubbed me gently on my back, and then rose from the bed. She stood over me for about a minute before finally leaving the room. I closed my eyes and cried myself back to sleep.
I was awakened later by a knocking on my door. I gazed over at my alarm clock. It was 1:19 in the afternoon. I had slept all morning. Slowly, the door opened and Jackie tiptoed in and sat down on the side of my bed. She leaned in to see if I was awake.
She saw me staring back and smiled. "Wow," she said excitedly. "You must have had a good time. It's after one and you're still asleep." She got off the bed and walked over and drew back the drapes. I squinted when the sun hit my face. She returned and sat back down.
"What the hell happened to you?" she asked as she reached out and touched the side of my face. "What does the other guy look like?"
"Just shut up, Jackie." I lay back down and curled into a ball, throwing the covers over my face.
"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. She pulled the covers back and leaned over and looked into my face. I closed my eyes tightly to keep the tears from appearing.
"James, I'm scared," she said softly. "What happened last night?"
"Nothing, Jackie," I replied. "Just go and leave me alone."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened." I lay thinking. Jackie was my best friend, and she knew everything about me. I needed to talk to someone about what happened, and I trusted her. I sat up in bed and pulled the covers tightly around me.
"He tried to rape me," I cried. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the end of the sheet.
"What? Who?" she asked confusedly.
"Donovan tried to rape me last night." She leaned in and put her arms around me and rubbed my back. "I was so scared, I didn't know what to do."
"Shhh," she whispered in my ear. "It's all right." She rocked me for a few minutes. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I nodded my head, and then told her about what had happened at the party. I told her how nice he had been all evening, treating me like his boyfriend. I told her about kissing him while we danced, and how he rubbed himself against me. I started trembling when I told her what had happened in Sylvia's bedroom.
"That son of a bitch," she spat. "You should call the police."
"No," I shouted. "I can't do that. I wanted sex as much as he did. I just didn't think it would go so far."
"Did he put the bruise on the side of your face?" I nodded and lay my head back down on the bed.
"When I wouldn't do what he wanted, he hit me."
"Someone should kick his ass," she said angrily.
"Someone did," I said. She gave me a puzzled look. I then told her how Roy Reed had saved me from Donovan's savage attack.
"You're lucky he was there," she replied. "It's hard to imagine what might have happened."
"I know," I said. "He's a really great guy. I don't know why he has a best friend like Donovan."
"Are you going to be alright?" she asked.
"I guess." I said worriedly. "Everyone at the party saw me kiss Donovan. Now they know I'm gay, too. I guess I outed myself last night. Plus, I have to deal with Donovan at school."
"He didn't hurt you, though?" Her face turned red. "You know, back there."
"I don't think so." I said. "He didn't put it all the way in. I checked last night, and I didn't see any blood."
"Wow," she let out a breath of air. "I can't believe this. I still think you should call the police, James. He did try to rape you."
"It won't do any good." I replied. "I told you, the sex was consensual."
"But the rape wasn't," she spat.
"Forget it, Jackie." I said seriously. "Telling the police will just make matters worse. The newspaper will pick it up, and then everyone in town will know what happened. Do you really want that?"
She sat for a minute looking at me. "I guess you're right. That's what's wrong with rapes. People are afraid to report them because of the publicity. That bastard will still be walking around school like nothing ever happened."
"So promise me you won't say anything?" I pleaded.
She looked at me and hesitated. "Alright, I promise. But if he so much as looks at you cross-eyed, I'm going to kick his balls up into his throat."
"Thanks, Jackie." I reached for her and drew her into a hug. "You're a good friend. I love you so much."
We sat and talked for about another half hour. She refused to leave until she was assured that I was mentally and physically alright. I finally told her to go home because I had to get up and finish a math assignment.
I was lying on my bed doing the assignment, when my mother knocked on my door.
"May I come in?" I looked over as she walked in and sat at my computer chair. I could tell that she had been crying.
"What's the matter, Mom?" I asked worriedly.
"I was going to ask you that," she responded softly. She brought a tissue to her eyes and wiped away more tears.
"What are you talking about?" I knew she was probably wanting to find out why I had a bruise on my face. She said we'd talk later, I guess now was that later.
I almost fell out of the bed with her next question. "Are you gay?"
I turned and sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. I didn't know how to respond to her question. My mother was asking me if I was gay. This was something I was hoping to avoid until I at least went off to college. I had no idea of bring up the issue with her until then.
"I take your silence as a yes." She dabbed the tissue to her eyes, and then rose and looked silently out the window for a minute. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I had absolutely no idea what to say to her.
"I was going to my bedroom and I overheard Jackie talking to you." She explained. "I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to pry." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. She paced around the room, stopping occasionally to look down at me.
I couldn't think of anything to say. If I said anything, I knew I would become emotional, and I didn't want her to see me break down. So I sat silently.
"You didn't answer my question," she said as she stood over me. I looked up at her.
"Do you hate me?" My voice was filled with emotion, and I was quickly trying to blink the tears from my eyes.
"Hate you?" She reached out and took my hands. "No, Baby. I don't hate you." She leaned in and kissed my forehead, and then she stood.
"I just wasn't prepared for this," she said tearfully. "I guess no mother ever is. This is so sudden, and I need some time to think." I watched as she walked slowly to the door. She turned and gave me a sad look before walking out, closing the door behind her.
I crept under the covers, and once again curled into a ball. I couldn't believe how much my life had changed in just twenty four hours. Saturday morning I was a normal, happy teenage boy. In just one day, I was raped by a guy I really liked, and I was outed to students at my school. And worst of all, my mother now knew my secret. I couldn't erase from my mind the sad look she had given me when she left my room.
I closed my eyes and wished that the world would just go away.
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