Hey guys. Well, Blake's Love is most certainly on its way to its 10th chapter. I'm glad you keep coming back to read more and more. As long as I get responses on the chapters, I'll keep writing. Well, hope you enjoy chapter 7, thanks again. -Boyinterrupted. Email me @ Boyinterrupted85@aol.com / Website @ http://GTHQ.homestead.com
Blake's Love 7
"Faggot" _______________________
As I sat on the passenger side of Chris' Malibu, looking out the window, I heard Chris start to snicker.
"What you laughing at?" I asked Chris sarcastically.
"You. You are so adorable when you're mad." He replied.
"Well, you go ahead and laugh Chris, but nothings funny."
"Blake, I planned this trip for us to have a great time together. Not so you could worry about what your parents are thinking back home."
"I know Chris, but I've told you that they are very homophobic. Even if they expected me of it, I would probably be in major trouble." I said.
"Don't worry about it Blake, we've been best friends forever. Your Mom wouldn't make us stop talking or seeing each other."
"I'm not so sure. I didn't tell you this, but my cousin came out last month. You know, Justin. He came out to my Aunt and Uncle and they totally freaked. My mom didn't know I was listening in on the conversation she was having with my Aunt, but I heard her saying something to the effect of 'Well, at least you still have Josh'. And you know that Josh acts a little fruity at times too."
Justin and Josh were my cousins. Josh was like 11 years old and Justin was in school in Chicago. When my mom said that about Justin I assumed she meant that they still had one son left that wasn't gay, but I wouldn't doubt that Josh is either. Justin and I are very close. Chris, Justin, and I used to do a lot together until he went to college a few years back. I miss him a lot. (And you can read about Justin in my other story "What's Love got to do with it.")
"Well Blake, when YOU are the one that's telling your mom that you like other guys, it's going to a little different than when your Aunt is telling the tale. Remember, your Mom has to be your Mom for the rest of your life, whether she agrees with your choices or not." Chris said trying to find something to comfort me.
"Chris, let's just forget about it and deal with it all when we get back home, I don't want to think about what's going on in Wellingger Creek when I'm going to New York with my man."
"Now that's what I want to hear babe." Chris said rubbing the back of my head.
As I sat there on our road trip to New York, I realized that Chris was a lot more open about him sexuality than I was. I almost freaked when I found out that Melanie knew about us. If it came right down to it, I think Chris would like it if everyone knew we were a couple. I, on the other hand, wanted to stay in the closet till I was at least 18, that way my parents couldn't do anything about it.
We had been on the road for an hour and were getting ever so close to New York. Granted, I've been to New York a few times, but never on a vacation with my boyfriend (my best friend) and myself.
I couldn't believe that I was going to spend New Years in Time Square. Tomorrow, I was going to be in THE place, the best place to be on New Years.
I was absolutely lost in the idea and nothing else mattered at the moment.
Not even the little "Mom" problem was going to ruin this.
Chris and I pulled up to our hotel. We put away his bags, considering I didn't know to pack anything, and then headed out to some stores so Chris could buy me a few outfits for the week.
We stopped into a few places and I wound up at GAP and bought 3 button down shirts, 2 khaki pants, and a pair of black slacks. I just wanted to keep it simple, and I never was fond of using other people's money.
I can remember back to my "younger years" when I was at the mall with Chris and a few other of my friends and I asked someone to buy me a magazine and all hell broke loose. A couple of my friends, who I cared about deeply, thought I was just there to use them for money. What I found so hard to believe about that was all I asked for was a magazine, and the fact that I probably had the most money there. I had just forgot it at home. I can remember going home that day and crying because I thought my friends all hated me. That was the day I stopped using others money even if I did have it to pay them back, and the only reason I'm letting Chris buy me clothes is because I absolutely had to get them.
We went to lunch at some Chinese place and then walked around site seeing for the rest of the afternoon. We went out to dinner and then headed back to the hotel room. I don't think Chris knew I peeked, but I seen the condoms in the bag from the drug store we had stopped at along the way.
The more and more I think about it, the less and less I want Chris and I to go all the way. It's going to be the best thing in my life, and I want it to be perfect. When is there a better time than in New York on New Years? I don't know, but I sure am not looking forward to what Chris has planed with those condoms. Well, needless to say, I'm keeping my mind open to anything this week, because Chris and I have been together for 5 months without even doing more than rubbing through our boxers. But that doesn't mean I have to go through with it.
Chris and I made our way back to the hotel, where we had a room with separate beds, and decided to retire for the night. It was a long day, and my legs were extremely sore from all the walking we did.
"Damn, all that walking pooped me out today." I said rubbing my calf.
"Well, there's only one thing we can do about that then." Chris said reaching into the bag I had seen the condoms in. He pulled out a bottle of lotion and told me to get down into my boxers.
"Chris, don't be getting any perverted ideas in that head of yours." I said getting out of my shirt and pants. I plopped up on one of the twin beds. They had really fluffy, puffy floral comforters on top that I pushed aside. I laid on my stomach and with my head towards the footboard. Chris walked over towards me with the bottle of lotion.
A "pphhfffttt" sound invaded the room as Chris squirted some lotion in his hands. We couldn't help but have a little snicker.
Chris sat on my lower back and started working my calves, purposely rubbing his crotch over my butt.
Believe it or not, Chris and I were very modest around each other. Even as best friends we never talked much about sex or anything. It was probably because we always knew we liked each other. And even though I have seen Chris naked, I've never seen him hard, but I would guess him to be about 7 inches by the way his dick was grinding into my ass with every stroke he made on my calves.
"Blake, I love you."
"Love you too babe." I said turning over on my back. Chris lifted up and now sat almost directly on my semi-erect cock.
He leaned forward and kissed me with a little more force than usual. He kissed my neck and my shoulders and felt under my shirt on my stomach and chest. I was getting a little warm, and I tried to let Chris know it wasn't exactly the right time for this.
"Mpphhm, Chris, please stop."
"What, what's wrong, did I do something wrong?"
"No, no. It's just that I don't think I feel comfortable in a hotel room. I saw the condoms in your bag, and as much as I want it, lets save them for another night."
"Blake, I love you. I keep trying to show you that, but everything we start it's either not the time, not the place, or something interrupts us."
"I know Chris, I want it to be perfect. I want it to be the most memorable thing in my life. The thing I can look back on in 50 years and smile and say that we were truly in love then. Just like we will be throughout those 50 years.
"Blake, I don't care about the situation, or the setting, or what happens afterwards, just as long as I'm with you. I...I really need to use the bathroom."
Boy did that sound familiar. I remember that feeling. Having to run to the bathroom because I didn't want my best friend seeing me emotional over something seemingly meaningless.
Chris rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. I knew exactly how he felt. I walked over to the door. I put my ear up to the door. I could hear him crying. I lightly knocked, and I could tell he was trying to compose himself before he opened it.
"Yeah?" He asked opening the door just a crack.
"C'mon back out here with me, I didn't come to New York to sit on the bed alone ya know."
I pushed the door open all the way and hugged Chris. He let himself go after that. He cried, I've seen Chris like this before, but now it was so different. He was crying because he loved me, and I wasn't doing a good job of understanding where he was coming from. I wiped away his tears and we slowly walked over to the bed.
"Chris...soon." That's the only thing I could think to say. I wanted to make love to him more than anything, but I was scared. I was scared because that would make me a full-fledged faggot. I loved Chris more than anything in the world, but the fear of rejection had overwhelmed me the last few weeks. I knew that the time was coming, and that scared me even more. I'd used up all excuses.
"Blake, what are you so scared of?" Chris had noticed the expression on my face as I thought about having sex with him.
"I'm scared of becoming a faggot." I said.
It took a lot for me to say that, because I had always been so open with Chris before and this was something I rarely even thought about, let alone talked about. I acted like I was totally comfortable with my sexuality. But deep down I wish I straight and Chris and I could go back to being best friends again. I loved what we had together, I really did, but I wasn't so sure what others would think about it. That was what was holding me back.
"What are you talking about?" Chris asked.
"I'm just so scared because I know that once I have sex with you, I'm never going to be a virgin again, and If I don't like it, where does that leave us?"
"What are you talking about Blake, I love you. If you didn't like it, then we wouldn't do it. We've never even given each other a blowjob. We've been friends forever. A lot of friends do that, and I LOVE you with all my heart. I don't care what happens...just as long as you are with me."
"But what if I'm totally turned off by it and never want to do it again, ever? And what if my parents find out and we can't be together anymore?"
"Then I guess I'll have to masturbate a lot." Chris said with a smile. "And your parents will never find out about it if we don't tell them."
I really wanted to just go over to Chris and make love him right then and there. But I decided to wait and let things take their own course. I was going to let Chris decide when the right time.
"Chris, I'm glad we had this talk...I mean I want to do it just as much as you, but the whole situation with my parents, and the fear of rejection has made it so hard for me to show you exactly how much I want it."
"Come over here babe." Chris said wrapping his arms around me.
I felt so perfect in his arms. I think I was finally prepared for making love to Chris when the time came. I think that this may be the week too. I have a wonderful night to look forward to tomorrow, and I'm keeping all possibilities open.
Chris and I sat on the bed holding each other for a few hours. We were growing sleepy and I remembered one last thing before we fell asleep.
"Blake?"
"Yeah Chris?"
"Can I keep you?"
"Yes Chris, I'm all yours." ________________________________________________________ It's been awhile. I know this chapter is short, but the ending just seemed right. I'll have the next chapter out in April. If you haven't noticed, each Chapter has a theme. This one was "faggot" and I just want you to know that I personally don't feel like that, I don't like the word faggot, and all my friends can tell you that I get really pissed when someone uses it, but it was a good topic to bring up in the chapter. I hope you enjoyed, and look forward to Chapter 8. Thanks, Boyinterrupted. Email: Boyinterrupted85@aol.com Sign my guest book at http://GTHQ.homestead.com