Chapter: 6
The doorbell rang right at
“Can I come in?” he asked softly,
looking at his worn tennis shoes. I
nodded slowly and held the door open for him as I stepped out of the way.
“What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly,
afraid it was a touchy subject. Then
again, that would be why he came to his boyfriend’s house.
“My stepmother has been bothering me
again.” He mumbled, “I’m sorry I came over it’s just, I don’t really have
anywhere else I could go.”
“That’s okay.” I said, not knowing
what else to say. It sounded like Jon
had a pretty shitty family life. “Come
on in and sit down.” I invited. I led
Jon to the same couch we had made out on last night. Jon was shaky and jumpy. I had never seen anyone like this. All my friends tended to keep things like
their emotions, especially vulnerable ones like these, well hidden. Now I didn’t really know what to do about
it. All I could offer was a hesitant arm
around his shoulders. Still he didn’t
cry or anything, like I thought he may.
He just sat there stoically.
“What happened?” I finally asked
after a few minutes.
“My stepmother is what happened.”
Jon growled maliciously, “I hate that bitch.”
I was surprised at the aggression in his voice. That part of Jonathan I didn’t really know
was manifesting itself again.
“Well what did she do?” I pried.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Jon
spat bitterly. I felt like spitting
right back at him “Then why the hell are you
here?’ But I knew the reason. That he just wanted to get away and go
somewhere where nobody would be mean to him.
The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. He was made fun of at school, and at home, he
had nowhere, except where he worked, to be left alone, and that was only
because the only people he associated with there were dead. It was sad to think about. I wrapped my arms around Jon tighter, just
then I heard the door open and jumped away.
Mom was home.
“Adam honey, I’m home.” She
called. I blushed when Jon looked at me
with a smirk on his face.
“Hi mom!” I
called from my spot on the couch, “My friend Jon is over.”
“Oh, alright hon.” My mom said as
she walked into the den where I sat with Jon on the couch.
“Nice to meet you
Jon.” My mom said, extending a hand.
Jon took it weakly.
“Nice to meet you
too.” He said politely.
“Adam honey, did you ask your friend
if he wants to stay for dinner?” My mom asked.
I blushed. Come to think of it,
it would be nice to have Jon stay…
“No, sorry, Jon do you want to stay
for dinner?” I asked. He looked startled
for a minute.
“We’re not really having anything
extra special,” My mom said modestly, “Just chicken, but you are welcome to
stay sweetheart.”
“Umm…uhh…alright.” Jon said awkwardly, “Can I just phone my
father and tell him I won’t be there for dinner?” he asked timidly. I wanted to jump up and down. Maybe by the end of tonight I could get to
the bottom of Jon’s odd behavior.
“Sure,” my mother said enthusiastically, “the phone is in the
kitchen.” Then she sat down next to me
on the couch.
“He looks like a nice boy.” She said, “Not like your other friends
though. He’s very polite.”
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.” I said, not wanting to add ‘in fact- he’s
my boyfriend’. I ignored the stab at my
normal group of friends. Just then,
before my mother could quiz me anymore, Jon trudged back into the room.
“Is it okay with your Dad?” I asked hopefully. Jon looked sad behind his warm puppy dog eyes
but nodded.
“Well than, I had better get cooking.” My mother said and stood up
from where she had sat next to me on the couch, “If you need anything just
call.”
“Okay.” I said, “We will, we’re going to go upstairs though.” My mom’s eyes flashed with disappointment
knowing that she wouldn’t be able to spy on us or eavesdrop. Jon’s face was etched with curiosity and I
wanted to tell him right there, “don’t worry, I don’t plan on ravaging
you…until after dinner’ but, needless to say, I didn’t say that.
Jon followed me out of the living room and up the stairs to my
room, this time, on his feet, instead of in my impatient arms. When we got to my bedroom, I closed the door
and collapsed back onto my bed. When Jon
just stood there, I moved over more towards my wall.
“Hop in.” I invited. He
looked hesitant but advanced towards me anyway and stiffly lay down on the bed
beside me.
“So are you going to tell me what happened or is the conversation
dropped and are we just going to lay here?” I asked more to the ceiling than to
Jon. I was desperately trying to ignore
the thoughts going through my head about what we had done just last night in
this very bed, the thoughts that were going to give me a very embarrassing
physical effect soon.
“My step mom and I got into a fight. What more is there to say?” Jon said, sounding ticked off. I sat up and looked at him. His arms were crossed over his chest and he
was biting his lower lip. He was trying
not to cry!
“Hey,” I coaxed softly, placing a hand tentatively on his
arm. He shrugged away.
“What did she do to you?” I asked.
Jon just shook his head because, I assumed, he couldn’t bring himself to
tell me, and I knew then, that it must have been pretty bad.
“I don’t want to talk about it.
I just wanted to get out of that house.” He said, internalizing the
pain. I had a feeling he did that a
lot. I slipped an arm around his waist
and pulled him back against me, in a way I comforted past girlfriends when they
had had a shitty day. The result of this
was Jon’s entire body immediately stiffening in it’s
own defense. He was too used to being
hurt. After a few minutes of just laying
there Jon’s body started to relax against me.
“She hit me.” He said out of the blue.
***
I lay against Adam wishing I could
stay there forever. His room was dark
and comfortable like mine. He was warm
and his steady breathing was calming for me.
I closed my eyes and leaned back.
I felt so safe here. I never
wanted to leave. I had told him what my
stepmother did and he came up with a remedy shortly. When Adam started to kiss and lick at my neck
and collarbone, I didn’t stop him. I
owed him this much. Besides, he could numb some of the pain. His hand was under the bottom of my shirt
before I really knew what was going on.
My head swirled with so many emotions I figured the best thing to do was
ignore them all.
We were almost in as heated a make out session as the night before
by the time I realized what was going on.
What the fuck are you doing
Jonathan? My mind was screaming at me.
I ignored it and watched as Adam slowly undid my jeans again, cautious
to watch my reaction this time. I lay my
head back against the pillow as I felt his hand down my jeans again. My stomach fluttered nervously. He was gentle with me as he stroked
slowly. My mind was so numb and
fuzzy. I didn’t know what to feel. I moaned and Adam covered my lips with his to
smother the sound. I had completely
forgotten that his parents were downstairs.
I didn’t care. This felt so-
There was a loud knock at the door and Adam and I jerked apart as
if the other person were on fire. I
hurriedly did up my jeans and sat up, fumbling with my belt still. Thankfully the person behind the door, his
mom, didn’t come in.
“Dinner’s just about ready.” She called through the door at us.
“Okay!” Adam called, trying to take some of the edge off his
voice, clearly agitated that we had been interrupted. He grabbed me from where I stood awkwardly
and almost swept me off my feet. I
gasped and he pulled me close to his side.
“We’re going to finish this later.” He half promised and half
growled in my ear. All I could do was
nod weakly. My knees were still knocking
from our encounter.
After both of us washing our hands we went downstairs to the
dinner table where Adam’s mother and father sat. Adam took a seat and gestured to the one
across the table for me to take and I sat down.
“So how are you boys doing?” His mother asked as she started to
pass around the food. And she thought her cooking wasn’t much- man
if she knew that every night at my house was fend for yourself night, or
instant dinner night, she would probably have a heart attack.
“Can’t be doing to good, considering there weren’t any sounds comin’ from upstairs, neither of them brought any
cheerleaders home either.” Adam’s Dad said boldly. Adam blushed.
That wasn’t exactly the normal comment you would hear at the dinner
table.
“Bob!” Mrs. Bowen scolded.
He just laughed.
“I’m just kiddin’ ya
boys.” He said, “ I know what you were really doing up
there.” Adam and I shifted uncomfortably
in our seats, “You were talkin’ about them girls weren’t
cha? Makin’ a
bet were ya?”
WE both took a deep breath.
The dinner chatter became normal for a family once Mrs. Bowen told
Mr. Bowen to close his trap- politely of course. I can’t even remember have good dinner
conversations when I was a kid. The
furthest back I can remember having a dinner with my family was when I was very
little, and my Dad threw his plate of food at my mother and stormed out. I can’t really remember anything else but
that. I sat back at this dinner table as
more of an observer than anything else, participating in conversation when I
was asked too. Adam’s mom was so
sweet. I could tell she was the glue of
the family, even though she was a self professed stay at home mom.
Once dinner was over Adam came through with his promise and
practically dragged me back up the stairs to his room, much to his mother’s
protests because she wanted to sit and “talk” before her group of friends came
over to play cards. Once there Adam
pushed me back onto his bed without giving my eyes a chance to even adjust to
his dark bedroom. His lips attacked mine
like last night, but I wasn’t so hesitant this time. Maybe the having the official title of
“boyfriend” had something to do with it.
I moaned and pushed my hips up into his, not completely intentionally,
but partly. Adam got up off of me and
went to his door, which he promptly locked.
“I should have done that last time.” He mumbled, “Now where were
we?” He said slyly as he climbed on top of me again. His hands worked at stripping my clothing off
as fast as he could, a complete fury of lust that was becoming contagious. The only sounds in the room were heavy
breathing and panting as well as the rustle of fabric as our clothing was
discarded and thrown through out the room in between a frenzy of kissing and
groping. This has to be real…no guy would go this far and not be gay…that means
you’re gay you faggot…yes, I am, I would be… My brain had such a constant stream of
conflicting thoughts that it was hard to keep from feeling like I was spinning
out of control.
Adam was lowering himself down my body, licking and kissing on the
way, before sliding his index fingers under the waist band of my boxers and
virtually clawing them off. That feeling
in the pit of my stomach began to grow and I fought hard to keep it down. That shamed feeling
instilled on me as a child. The feeling that right now, I was doing something bad and that
there was something wrong with me.
I involuntarily started to tremble as I lay nude underneath Adam. He sat back from me, just so that he could
take off the one thing left adorning his body as well. I looked away and closed my eyes, a minute
flashback playing behind them, bringing back memories of my little five year
old self in a situation all too similar- except forced. I pushed the memory away violently and
concentrated on how nice it felt to be kissed and touched this way. This wasn’t pain, this was…love? No it couldn’t be,
it had to be lust right now.
Adam’s hand wrapped around me and I sank back into the soft
mattress of his bed. This felt so
good. I started to just let go of my
mind and not care anymore about anything.
When a moan came to my lips he smothered it with his own lips and
reminded me not to be too loud. My heart
was pounding so hard I was sure Adam could hear it.
“Stay still…” He whispered after a few minutes and took his hand
off of me. I squirmed around
uncomfortably for a moment, trying to get used to the feeling of not being stroked, a feeling, that in
the past several minutes, I had got used to.
His hands moved to keep mine at my sides as he slowly lowered his
head. I tensed in preparation for what
he was about to do.
***
Adam
what the fuck are you doing? You’re not gay! You don’t know how to suck dick!...But I’m about to learn. My thinking was on an erratic path and I
don’t think you could blame me. I had
been with girls before, and had them
give me head, but I had never been
with a guy, and the best I could do was try and remember what they had done on
my and try and replicate it now. I
surprised myself by not being even the slightest bit disgusted at what I was
doing- in fact- I wanted to do
it. Rather than full on taking Jon’s
dick into my mouth, I started to gently lap at the insides of his thighs. The result from him was gasp, and his hands
clawing at the sheets on either side of him.
“Do-don’t.” He protested
quietly. I ignored him and let one of
his hands go so I had a hand free to explore with- and
buy some time with. I gently fondled and
played with him, evoking small gasps and moans from his lips. Finally I leaned down. I heard if you swallowed at the same time, it
wasn’t so bad. Jon gasped and I felt the
muscles in his thighs and his forearms tense when I finally wrapped my lips
around him. I wasn’t revolted, at
all. In fact, I was concentrating on how
I was supposed to do this more than anything else. Suddenly I was very grateful to all the girls
that had paid me this favor. It wasn’t
easy. What if I choke? What if he
knows I don’t know what I’m doing? Jon
was actually a lot bigger than I expected making this even more of a challenge
for me, but judging by sounds the boy above me was making, I was doing
okay. Jonathan whimpered when I became a
little more confident and took him in just about as far as I could handle. Jon was no longer protesting in the slightest
as I pleasured him. Instead, he was laying back against the pillows in my unmade bed, biting his
lower lip to keep from moaning, instead only allowing small whimpers to escape
from his mouth. I knew he was close but
didn’t know what to do? What did you do
when I guy was about to come in your mouth?
You are gonna
get hell from the guys if you swallow….why would you tell them about this in
the first place? He probably has
AIDS…No! He doesn’t…he wouldn’t. You should have thought to use a condom
before you put his dick in your mouth.
He would have given you AIDS already if he was going to…Jon’s
fingers clenched like claws into the sheets on either side of
him and his heels dug into the bed.
“Adam.” He panted, almost as a
warning. I really didn’t care, I was prepared to do this. I leaned down and swallowed when he released
in my mouth. It wasn’t as bad as some
girls say, grant you it’s not like it tasted good and I would drink the stuff,
but it wasn’t horrible.
Jon lay panting, as I crawled up the
length of his body to face him. He
looked right at me before leaning in to give me a small kiss.
“Thank you.” He said quietly into my
collar bone. He slowly sat up and
flipped me onto my back.
“I owe you one.” He said, but I
stopped him.
“This night was yours.” I said.
***
I walked home slowly at about
Yeah, I know that Jon
my kind of jipped point of view wise in this chapter,
but I’ll probably make up for it later…so don’t you worry;) Anyway I am also sorry I took so long to
update, but final exams are over now and I hope to get a little more writing in
during my “vacation.” Also, thank you to
anyone who reviewed in the review book or emailed me, I appreciate it!