Determination to succeed! By Benme_over Edited by Drew Hunt
Authors Notes:-
This story contains Sex between men. If you are under 18 in the Uk (or appropriate legal age in your country) please stop reading here. If such mentioned material may offend you please stop reading too. This story is fiction and any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence.
Though this story may involve unsafe sex (It is only fiction), and I believe in playing safe (look after yourself and your partner).
Hope you enjoy my story, and of course please email me with your comments good or bad. It is always nice for us writers to know other's are reading our stories, and know what readers think of the stories as they develop.
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Enjoy!!
Chapter Two
After Breakfast Dad drove me down to the police station where the police questioned me. I so wanted to tell the Sergeant who was questioning me that I wanted John to suck my cock, but I just couldn't manage to spit the words out, or dad would jump in to stop me. I was questioned for a good two hours, in an empty room painted white, with only a table and four chairs for furniture. My mind was in a muddle from all of the questions and dads' interference, let alone my emotions and feelings about the night before. Then there was my recent discovery of my sexuality too.
Eventually I was ground down into almost saying that john forced me into sex. I can't remember the exact words that came out, but both my dad and the sergeant twisted my words, so that it sounded like what they wanted me to say. I wanted to put them right, oh how I wanted to say "FOR FUCKS SAKE IM GAY, QUEER, A POOF" but I couldn't get the words out, and I was just too tired and stressed from the questioning. I can honestly say that the last 24 hours had been the worst I had ever had in my young life, a statement which is probably still true to this day.
The journey home was long and silent, However, when we were about halfway home I tried to tell my dad that I was gay and I wanted to have sex with John. As usual I was told that I was being stupid and that the game was over. Then dad threatened to kick me out onto the street if I ever said such a thing again. With that he turned the stereo up to stop me from being able to argue with him.
When we arrived back at the pub I went straight to my room and locked my door. I just wanted to shut everything and everyone out at least for a little while. That wasn't to be as I heard mum and dad having a serious argument in the lounge. It sounded like mum was in some sort of hysterical fit. I could hear her screaming, "It's not my fucking fault that our son is gay". So now I was a mistake and my parents were trying to blame each other. I couldn't bear it, so I unlocked my bedroom door and ran straight past the living room, down the stairs and out of the door. I ran and ran aimlessly not knowing where I was running to. All I knew was that I wanted to be as far away from my parents as possible.
I eventually came out of my trancelike mood and found myself sitting on a park bench crying into my hands. I suddenly felt a hand touch my shoulder. "Hay Ben, are you ok mate?" A familiar voice asked. As I looked up I realised it was Steve.
"No Steve I'm not, my life is fucked up after last night."
"Hay now come on calm down and lets talk this through." He said as he sat down beside me on the bench.
I told him about the morning I had spent down at the police station and how they were twisting my words to suit their own agenda's. I continued telling him about my mum and dads reaction, and how horrible it was at home. Steve was wonderful, he didn't say a word to me, he just listened and gave me a reassuring hug now and again.
"You must be starving Ben." Steve said as I calmed down.
"I am but I don't think I can handle going back home just yet." I replied.
"Don't worry, you can come back to mine for a while and I'll get us something to eat."
With that we got up and took a slow walk to Steve's flat. We talked nonsense talk until we arrived at his house. We walked down the side until we came to a second door, which Steve unlocked and showed me in closing the door behind us. His Flat was the upstairs of the converted house. It had a modern Ikea look and feel to it. The walls were painted in bright bold colours, all of his furniture was in beach wood.
"Make yourself at home Ben. Fancy a beer?" Steve asked.
"Sure." I looked around his living room, which was fairly large with minimalistic furniture, just a sofa, large TV on a cabinet and a sort of a mini bar in the corner.
"Fancy a pizza Ben~" Steve asked as he passed me a can of lager.
"Sure anything, but I'm afraid I've come out without my wallet."
"Hay will you stop worrying, I had a good week at work, I got a good bonus so I'm sure I can buy my friend a pizza." Steve said as he went towards the phone and ordered the pizza.
I felt so at home in Steve's flat, I could relax, not having to pretend like I had to at home. Once he had ordered the pizza steve came over to the sofa and sat down next to me.
"Steve, what will happen to John, will they send him to prison?"
"I don't know, but Ben your not to blame, you tried your best to tell your story this morning, and the rest is out of your hands."
"I know, but if I didn't go into the toilet hoping you would be there, john wouldn't be in this mess." I started to lose my voice as the tears started to bubble up again.
" Ben if I hadn't encouraged you in the first place, none of this would have happened at all."
"Steve how can something so nice get someone sent to prison?"
"Well Ben we all have to abide by the law, or be prepared to face the consequences of our actions, just like John is doing now. We have to have an age of consent to protect our youngsters from their elders, who might try and manipulate or force themselves onto the youngsters."
"But neither you nor John forced or manipulated me to do anything."
"I know Ben, but not all of your age group or younger are as well balanced and strong willed as you." Steve said.
There was a knock at the door. For the next hour or so we sat talking whilst eating the pizza. Steve told me of how his dad gave him a good beating when Steve told him that he was gay. That was the last time he had seen any of his family, because he ran away. He had spent a couple of months roughing it on the streets before he met John. John had wanted to have a relationship with Steve, but Steve told him that he just wanted friendship nothing more. They became friends and flat mates.
"So how about you Ben, tell me about yourself, warts and all."
"Well there's nothing much to tell really other than my mother is an alcoholic, dad is a chauvinistic hot tempered pig, and I am just an embarrassment to them both." I said as I started crying again. He comforted me.
When I next looked at the clock on the wall I realised it was 8pm. "Shit I better get back home otherwise they will have the police doing house to house searches for me." I said slightly alarmed.
"Oh come on Ben I'm sure things aren't quite that bad?"
"They are. Steve would you mind if I came back over to see you tomorrow?"
"Ben my door is always open for you, if you need someone to talk to or a place to hide come on over." Steve said softly as I made my way to the door.
"Thanks Steve, your great."
"Your not so bad yourself Ben, now you better get going."
With that I left Steve's, heading home feeling much happier, I had someone who was interested in me, who didn't try and judge me or make me live a lie.
Of course as soon as I entered the pub, dad dragged me into the passageway behind the bar and demanded to know where I had been.
"I have been for a fucking walk if you must know!" I replied brushing his hands from my arm. I started collecting glasses from the tables in the bar. I totally blanked dad as I placed the empties on the end of the bar for my mother to wash.
Just before closing time, I made my exit from the bar and went up to the kitchen to make something to eat before locking myself in my room. Dad tried to get me to unlock the door but gave up after about 20 minutes. Mum was drunkenly crying outside my door for a long while. The noise stopped eventually and I drifted off to sleep feeling a little lighter after talking to Steve. I actually managed to smile a little to myself.
I was woken early the next morning as the sun shone on my sleepy eyes. I lay there listening to the birds singing. Everything seemed so peaceful as though the last few days had been just a bad dream. Of course I soon cleared my head and brought myself back down to reality. I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I suddenly remembered that I was going over to Steve's, that made me smile as I walked to the bathroom, I took a shower, before grabbing some breakfast and heading off to Steve's before dad had a chance to question me or even stop me from going out.
It was too early to go to Steve's, so I took a walk in the park. The sun still hadn't quite risen yet and there was Hardly a sole in sight. I sat on a bench and watched the sky change colour as the sun rose. It was so beautiful, how I wished I had a boyfriend sat beside me at that particular moment to share the beauty. A guy a year above me at school suddenly interrupted me.
"Hay Ben is it true?" He shouted
"Is what true?"
"That a bloke sucked your queer boy cock off."
"What the fuck has it got to do with you?" I said not thinking about what I was saying.
"Well I thought you might want to get your queer lips around my meat." He replied stepping closer.
"Fuck off you bastard!" I shouted. Then he pushed me to the ground. He was much bigger than me. Too big for me to put up much resistance but I did try and stop him. He pinned me to the ground and sat on my chest. He then opened up his jeans and pulled out his what must have been a 9-inch cock.
"You want this don't you, you queer boy?" He said not waiting for a response before pushing his cock to my closed lips. "Don't you let your teeth touch my cock otherwise I will beat you up real bad." He added as he pushed his cock into my mouth. He started fucking my mouth without any mercy. I cried throughout the assault. Just as he started shooting his cum, he pulled out of my mouth and allowed his cum to cover my face and hair. Then he got up and kicked me in the ribs before leaving me there curled up in a ball.
After the pain in my ribs had subsided a little, I managed to get myself up off the muddy ground. I started to walk towards Steve's flat, feeling totally humiliated and rejected by my family and society in general.
When I got to Steve's, I hammered and hammered on the door until he eventually put his light on and came down to open the door.
"Ben, what's happened, who has done this to you?" He asked as he let me in.
"Some homophobic Bastard from school raped my mouth and then kicked me in the ribs." I replied holding my ribs as I was half bent over with the pain. "Steve I don't think I can take much more. My fucking life is like living in hell," I wept as he held me to his chest.
"Come on in and we will clean you up." He said as he helped me walk up the stairs to his flat. Once we were upstairs, he sat me down at his kitchen table, where we had a coffee and I told him about the guy in the park. "Well once you have finished the coffee, I will run you a bath, it might help ease the pain."
When we had drunk the coffee pot dry, and I had finished telling Steve about the incident in the park, he led me into the bathroom and ran a nice warm and relaxing bath for me. I didn't need asking twice, I just wanted to scrub and scrub my body to rid myself of every particle of the Guy who had forced me to suck him off.
"Wow, your even sexier than I thought." Steve said, then he winked at me. I didn't say anything. I just smiled at him as I stepped into the bath. It was at that stage when my teenage hormones kicked in and my cock started to rise and was threatening to peep through the bubble bath. Steve left me alone in the bathroom, while I soaked my aches and pains away. I had just started to have a wank when Steve returned to the room.
"You naughty boy." Steve said as he closed the door behind him, he walked to the side of the bath grinning. "What am I going to do with you Ben?"
"You could always shag me."
"No I couldn't, not with you in such a state of mind. It would not help you sort your thoughts out." He explained.
"But Steve I want you to." I protested.
"I know you do Ben, and I really like you too, but after all that's happened over the last week, I think it would be best if we kept it purely platonic, at least for the moment."
"Ok but I will ask you again soon."
"Well we will just have to wait and see what happens."
"Ok. I suppose your only trying to protect and care for me. I am really grateful Steve for your support and tenderness."
I had no choice but to accept what he was saying, and deep down I knew he was making sense. But where does sense come into it, when your heart and dick go into override and almost take total control of your body? He left me alone in the bath, and I had a quick wank thinking about how Steve would make love with me all night long.
TO be continued.
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