Greek Boy by Warrior
It was a really nice day out. Usually, this time of April meant days without seeing the sun. But the day before Easter Sunday was really nice. I didn't have the time to notice it though. I was really depressed because my birthday was the day after Easter. I was dreading April 13. I don't know why though. After all, I was turning sixteen. I would be able to get my driver's license. But I think it's because I finally realized that I'm just wasting my life. Unlike all of my friends, I'd stay at home whenever I didn't have to leave. I just felt safe at home. My parents were getting worried about me. They told my brother to talk to me, but all he did was lecture me about wasting my life, and not having enough fun. So, basically, he was calling me a loser. I'm not though. I have a lot of friends, who ask me to come along with them to parties all the time, but I always refuse. I just felt really awkward and out of place. I'd go once in a while and have a pretty good time. Other than that though, I lived the life of a normal fifteen, almost sixteen year old guy.
But before I go any further, let me give a description of myself. I'm about 5'10, black hair, brown eyes, naturally tan skin, smooth complexion, about 190lbs (next to no fat), and I play rugby and football. I wouldn't call myself gorgeous, but my face doesn't look like road-kill either. I'm above average. Most girls think I'm really cute and adorable.
I'm one of those guys that is known as the "best friend" to every girl he meets. That's the biggest piss off because I can't even get a date with a half decent looking girl. I get told everything though. I know who fucks who, I know who broke up with who, and I know who's cheating on who. When a girl's heart has been broken, they come to me and cry on my shoulder. I do my best to give them really good advice, tell them that "he" didn't deserve to have them anyway. And in return they tell me, "I wish I could find a nice guy like you," all the while I'm thinking, "I'm right here, open your eyes you stupid bitch." So, I've basically decided that only ass-holes get good looking girls, and that I would never get anyone to like me.
PART ONE
Easter passed by without anything major happening. The next morning I woke up to a sight of my mother and father screaming "Happy Birthday" to me. Needless to say that fucking scared the living shit out of me, and I literally fell out of my bed. Still dazed and not fully awake, I got up and stumbled to the bathroom. When I got out my parents kept on looking at me with the stupidest grin on their faces. I should have known something was up, but my mind wasn't working to full capacity this morning, so I let it go.
I went downstairs to the kitchen and filled a bowl with cereal and started eating and reading the local newspaper. I was just minding my own business, when all of a sudden my parents came into the room and screamed "Happy Birthday" again. Maybe this was payback for all the times I'd scared the shit out of them. My parents had the same stupid grin on and I was really starting to get suspicious. I didn't know what to make of their abnormally weird behavior.
"What are you two up to?" I finally asked.
"Why would you assume that we're up to anything?" they asked.
"Because you guys are acting wierder than normal."
"Okay, just give it to him dear," my dad told my mother.
"Fine." My mom then handed my a wrapped gift (which I could tell was a CD). "Open the present first," said my mom. I opened it, and what do you know, it was a CD. Not just any CD though. It was Madonna's "Ray Of Light" album, which I have to say is the best piece of work she's put out since "Like a Prayer," in 1989. Even though a CD is such a predictable gift, I loved it. Then I opened the card. The whole card was black. I slowly opened it, and read what the message said. "GO TO THE SCHOOL'S PARKING LOT ACROSS THE STREET." This was really freaky. My parents had never pulled this kind of thing on me before, so I reluctantly went to my room and put on my Adidas tear-away pants, a white shirt and my running shoes, and was out the door within minutes. I wanted a cigarette, but I knew I couldn't smoke one because my parents were watching me. So I put my urge on hold and continued my walk to the school's parking lot. I cut through the park, and soon got there and the place was empty. I looked around for a second and saw a set of keys on the ground. I picked it up, and read what the attached note said. "GO TO THE FRONT OF THE SCHOOL." I ran to the front and my jaw dropped. I saw a black convertible Mustang sitting there with a big-ass red ribbon on it. I fucking screamed so loud the people around me must have thought that I'd escaped from a mental institution. I can't exactly remember what happened after that. All I remember is driving around the neighbourhood in my new car.
PART TWO
I got to school the next day in my fly ride and I showed nearly everyone my new car. By the end of the day I also found myself a girlfriend. Her name was Kristi and she was a fucking knockout. She had beautiful brown hair, blue eyes and a stunning body. And she was Greek, a definite plus. See what having a car does to you-instant popularity. The next day we both skipped the entire day and went cruising, with some heavy beats blasting out of the stereo. We drove all over the city, from the water front, to downtown, around the Skydome for a while, then we went around Leaside, where my school is, and picked up a few friends from school, and we drove down to the Danforth, and stopped off at a Greek cafe and had coffee and talked about normal shit that teenagers talk about. When we left it was around five. I said bye to my friends and continued driving with Kristi. It was getting dark, and we pulled into a parking lot behind an abandoned school in a crappy hood. Me and Kristi talked for a long time about everything from family, school and friends to sex. Then out of nowhere she kissed me.
"I wanted to do that for a long time," she said.
"Don't let me stop you then," I told her. She paused for a minute, and then came closer to me and kissed me hard. This lasted for what seemed like forever, and then we started making out. Some heavy tongue action was going on, and she was fucking feeling me up like it was her last day on earth. My prick was rock hard and she was rubbing it through my jeans while my hands were on her hot tits. She decided to get a little brave and took off her top and let me suck her breasts. My tongue played around with the nipple for a bit, then I started nibbling on it lightly, then started applying pressure to it. She seemed to be enjoying this, when all of a sudden she screams "OH SHIT, I have to be home in 10 minutes!" I couldn't believe that this was happening. Reluctantly, I pulled off her chest and turned on the car.
It was a long quiet drive home. She stared blankly out into the night, when she moved her left hand onto my right. She tightly held my hand while I drove her home, and she apologized for having to stop what we were doing in the parking lot.
"Don't worry about it," I said.
"I'll let you finish what we started soon. Believe me, I want to do it with you. Ever since I saw you in 9th grade," She told me.
"But that was two years ago. Are you sure?"
"I've never been sure of anything in my life. But I sure as hell am sure of this," she said. We said nothing to each other for the remaining part of the ride. She left her hand on mine, and softly caressed it. Her touching my skin sent shcokwaves throughout my body. It was an electric feeling.
When I pulled up to her house she kissed me and told me that she'd see me in the morning. I waited until she went inside her house and then I drove off. When I got home my parents asked me where I was, and said that they were really worried. I apologized and went to be. When I got into my room, I stripped off all of my clothes and started jacking off. I was just about ready to cum when all of a sudden my thoughts switched from fucking my girlfriend to fucking this Greek guy at my school. I was too into what I was doing to stop. Once I finished unloading about a gallon of cum, I started to relax. As I came came close to falling asleep, the image of the guy came into my mind again. I was getting really worried. But that wasn't the main reason why I was worried. I was worried because I enjoyed the though of my cock ramming his ass.
I kept on thinking about this for days. Was I gay or something? I kept on telling myself that this was a phase, it'll pass, but with each day, my feelings for this guy, Aris, were growing stronger. Even when I was having sex with my girlfriend I pictured him instead of her. No matter how much I convinced myself that this was wrong, the thought wouldn't leave my mind. I couldn't talk to anyone about this either. I was all alone in this, and I got really depressed, and withdrew from everyone. I kept to myself, and I rarely spoke to anyone for a while. I sat at home for about two weeks, not moving from my bed. My mom called the school and said that I was sick. All I could do was think about what could happen if anybody found out I felt this way. They'd fucking kill me. I wouldn't survive one day if anyone found out about this.
"I couldn't be gay," I kept on telling myself. I repeated that phrase in my mind hundreds of times, until I thought I had myself convinced of it. "I'll dissapoint everyone. It'll ruin my life. I can't give in."
PART THREE
It was the beginning of May when I finally snapped out of my little depression. My girlfriend had dumped my for another guy, which nearly sent me into another nervous breakdown, but I decided that she's not worth it anymore. My friends were happy to see me back to my old self, hyper and loud. My best friend, Gina and I ditched fifth period and talked for a long time. I told her about everything that had happened in the past two weeks, except the part about Aris. She was shocked to hear that I'd lost my virginity, but quickly got over it. We talked about everything. She told me what was going on in her life, and told me that this guy that she was working with finally asked her out. I was so happy for her. She deserved some happiness. Every guy that she wanted was a complete jack ass to her. Since I had never seen this guy before I wanted to know what he was like, so she told me that her was Greek, really mint, and was really nice and sweet. She can be so cute sometimes.
Anyways, I drove her home, and I told her I'd see her tomorrow. The drive home was uneventful, but eventually, my thoughts were flooded by images of Aris. Damn this boy was fine. He was seventeen, had brown hair, tanned complextion, brown eyes, around 5'6", and the sexiest body, which came from him playing soccer since he was four. I thought about holding him in my arms and kissing him, and sucking his prick. Damn, I was getting hard, but I couldn't help thinking of him.
When I finally got home, I started doing homework, which took me about an hour to do. When I finished, I decided to watch tv for a while. The only decent thing to watch was Beverly Hills 90210. That show is the best. Actually, Tiffani-Amber Thiessen is the best. If she wasn't on that show, I would have no reason to watch it. I have had a crush on her ever since she played Kelly on "Saved By The Bell." I wasn't watching for more than five minutes before my mind drifted away. I started thinking about him again. My prick was harder than a steel rod, so I quickly took off my jeans, my shirt and my boxers and I pulled on my dick for what seemed like an eternity. Images of me and him started flooding my mind. My hot mouth going down on his hot Greek prick, running my tongue up and down his hot shaft, sucking, licking his perfect hairy balls, eating out his perfect ass, ramming my rod up there and fucking him for until he begged for more, drinking down his juice. Thinking of this was too much for me and I shot my thick, creamy load all over myself. My face and chest was covered in white teencum. I looked behind me and saw the wall was covered as well. I couldn't help but to laugh. Even though that orgasm drained all energy from me, I got up and cleaned up the mess I had made. This guy was driving me crazy. I had to do something to get him. I still didn't think of myself as being gay. I was a straight guy who wanted dick. I had managed to convince myself that every guy went through a phase like this, so it didn't seem as wrong as it really was.
From that point on, I spent a lot of time thinking about how I could let him know I was into him. I could just come out and tell him that I want his ass. But then I was thinking he could possible kick my ass for suggesting something like that. I also thought I could drop subtle hints, or some shit like that, but then maybe he wouldn't have picked up on it. So many choices, so little time.
I had decided that I had to do something before the end of the year, which was just over one month away.
PART FOUR
I was sitting in my Accounting class when my teacher announced that he was assigning a major project, and that he'd be pairing us up into groups of two. My initial thought was 'excellent, more work-and I'll probably get stuck with some dumb ass geek.'
"Peter! Earth to Peter!" screamed my teacher.
"What?" I mumbled.
"You with us?"
"Sorry about that, sir."
"What were you thinking about?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said.
"Girls?" He asked. The whole class started laughing, and my face turned a shade of red that has only been seen on a traffic light before. I was half ready to say, "yeah, I was thinking about plowing a girl's pussy," but I refrained myself and instead said, "something like that," in a pissed-off, sarcastic tone. He got the message and backed off. If I were to one day make a hit list, he'd be the first name on it. I would have actually dropped the class if I wasn't doing so well in it. I pulled a 91% on the mid-term, and my marks were going up, so I had to tough it out.
He continued rambling on how one would post an account entry from the General Journal to the General Ledger. I paid attention for about five seconds, when my eyes stumbled onto the most beautiful sight in the world. Aris was standing in the door way with an admit-slip in his hand. The teacher opened the door and read the note. Aris explained why he was so late, and went to sit down at his desk, which was two spots away from mine.
The class was almost over when the teacher told us that he had the list of groups finished. He posted them on the side board. I wasn't really anxious to see who I was with because knowing my luck, I would get stuck with a complete retard.
I was putting my books away when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was Aris. Damn he was so hot. I would have fucked him right there if I had the chance.
"Hey, buddy," he said.
"What's up, Aris?"
"Yo, guy, we're working together on the project."
"You shittin' me?" I asked in complete disbelief.
"Nah, man. Check the board for yourself."
"That's cool." I said. I managed to contain myself. He waited until I had all my books in my bag, and we walked to our next classes together. I had Chemistry and he had Physics. They were right across the hall from each other. On our way up, we talked about the project, and he settled that it would be better if we worked on the whole thing at his house.
"Yeah, my parents aren't home this week-end, so we can get this shit finished by Sunday," he said. "Give me your number so I can give you directions to my house, alright?"
"Sure," I ripped a piece of paper out from my binder and wrote my number on it. "Later, guy."
"Later, Peter," and with that we went into our classes.
I saw him at the end of the day and we got talking again about nothing really in particular. He said he had to go or else he's miss his bus, so I offered him a ride. He gladly accepted.
"Yo, Peter, what a mint car!" Aris said.
"Thanks, man, I got it for my birthday,"
"When?"
"Just last month," I said. He jumped into the car and put in a freestyle/dance tape. Some wicked shit. Anyways, on the drive to his house, we talked about shit. He talked about soccer, I talked about rugby and football, stuff like that. When we go to his house, he offered me a drink, and I accepted. He handed me a coke and we went up to his room. I sat down on a chair and he lay down on his bed. We talked about the project and decided what we were going to do. We decided that we'd start work tomorrow after school, and continue throughout the weekend. I was completely excited.
I think this was the happiest I had ever been for a long time. I knew I wouldn't have the courage to put the moves on him this weekend, but just being close to him was enough to make me happy. We talked for a little longer and then I as hard as it was, I told him I had to go.
PART FIVE
As it turned out, nothing sexual happened on Friday. Just some pure studying, and collecting some information that we needed for the project. During Saturday afternoon, we had decided to take a break, when he got a call from his girlfriend. They had a really long conversation, and I heard nearly all of it. It started out just like a normal conversation, but then turned into a huge fight. The trigger of that wasn't really anything serious. He just told her that he didn't want to go out that night, and she started screaming at him, saying that he didn't deserve her, that he was a fucking asshole. She cut him up large. I felt so bad for him. I just wanted to pick up the phone and tell her to shut the fuck up, but I didn't. It escalated from there, she ended up telling him that she cheated on him with his best friend, and started spewing out the details of the affair. She even told him that they did it in his bed. His face turned white and became expressionless. He couldn't take hearing this so, he told her to fuck off, and hung up the phone.
"Fuck man, I can't believe that she'd do this to me."
"She doesn't deserve a guy like you if she was cheating."
"I loved her though," he said quietly.
"I know you did," I said, and he started crying. I moved closer to him and put my arm around him and did my best to comfort him.
"Let it all out, guy."
"How could she do this to me?" was all he could manage to say. He started crying harder, and I hugged him. He hugged me back :-). He cried for a long time, and I held onto him for just as long. But when he stopped crying, he didn't let me go.
"Sorry bout that, bud," he said.
"Don't worry, dude, I'm just glad that you feel a little better."
"Thanks a lot, man. I don't know what I would have done if there was nobody here."
"No problem, man."
"Pete, you can't tell anyone about this, ok?"
"Of course I wouldn't do that," I said, "want to go for a ride?"
"That'd be cool," he said. We got into my car and we drove all around the city. We drove in silence. He stared blankly into the sky. I wanted to be able to do something for him. I wanted him to feel better. I couldn't stand to see him this way. It seemed as if I had been driving for an hour when he finally said something to me.
"Are you gay?" I was so dumbfounded by the question he had asked me that I nearly crashed into a street lamp. How could he have found out about this? Could have noticed me scoping him out? 'Fuck, how the hell am I going to get out of this?' I thought to myself.
"Why would you say that?" I asked as calmly as I possibly could. "Would it make any difference to you if I was?"
"I'm asking you because Nick told me that he caught you staring at me," he said. I had decided the first thing I was going to do Monday morning was kick Nick's ass. "It wouldn't make any difference to me or anything, it's just that I want to know. Would you want to know if someone had a crush on you?"
"Of course I would -- so I guess you could call me gay. But the thing is I do like girls. I just happen to be turned on by guys too," I told him.
"Me?" Aris innocently asked. My face turned red, and I couldn't look him in the eye. Here was my shot. To tell him how I really felt about him. I decided just to blurt it out, because extending this conversation would only make it harder.
"Yeah, you. I wanted you ever since the beginning of this year. Everything about you makes me want you. You're the perfect guy, you're nice, cute, smart, athletic, everything anybody could want. You're everything that I want,"
"But I'm not gay. I don't like that kind of thing," he said. I was crushed. We said nothing to each other until we got to his house. I apologized about everything, got my stuff, and left after he called me a 'stupid fag'. We eventually finished the project, separately. We got a really good mark for it too. Aris and I rarely talked to each other. I was dead inside. I ruined a perfectly good friendship.
I slipped back into my little depression again. Going to school didn't make matters any better. Anytime I saw Aris he would call me a homo or a fag. He once punched me in the stomach, then another time kneed me in the groin. I survived it. I stopped eating. I dropped 25 pounds in three weeks. I looked like a Bosnian war child. My teachers noticed this, and called home. My mother was so worried about me. God bless her, there is no woman like her. I would do nothing to hurt my parents, I love my parents, but my life was going out of control. I was so confused, and my depression got worse. I couldn't go on. I convinced my mom that I was eating, just not as much as I used to.
It got so bad that I started contemplating killing myself. The whole school had stopped calling me by my name and often called me fag boy. I had planned it. I was going to slit my wrists with a butcher knife. I wrote a suicide note, and I let it be known to every member of my family that this was in no way their fault. I told them that I loved them all, that they did everything that they could to make my life as bearable as possible. I started crying while I was writing the note. My tears soaked the paper. I couldn't write any longer, so I ended the note and took out the knife. I looked at it for over half an hour, and I finally worked up the courage to do it. I had the knife in my left hand and started slicing the flesh of my right wrist. I flinched slightly but kept on doing it. All of a sudden I hear my door open and my brother came in. He didn't notice what I was doing at first, but then saw the blood on the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he screamed. I couldn't answer. I had already lost a lot of blood and felt light headed, and collapsed.
"Fuck, I have to get you to a hospital. Come on buddy, come on. You can't die. You can't go like this. You can't go now," he sobbed. I wasn't fully unconscious, and I saw blood everywhere. My brother carried me from my room into the car and sped off to the hospital. While in the car, all I heard him say was "Come on buddy, we're almost there. Hang on. You're gonna make it -- you have to make it."
PART SIX
"Seems that we almost lost you chief," said the doctor as he saw me wake up. The doctor left the room and got my parents. They walked into the room and my mom and dad looked so happy to see that I was alright. They both hugged me and told me how worried they were about me. I told them I was so sorry for making them worry. They told me that they read my note. They wanted me to explain, so I did. Everything except Aris. I just told them that everyone at school hated me, and made my life miserable. My mother was in tears as I told her the story. I begged her not to cry but she couldn't help it. My dad told me that they got me an appointment with a shrink, so I could get better. My first session started the next day. I really wasn't in the mood to tell all my problems to a stranger, but I was in no position to say no.
The following day I went to see the shrink and basically spewed out my whole story. She seemed very understanding as I begged her not to tell my parents about what I had told her. She told me that everything I told her was confidential. I was reassured by hearing this, so we continued on.
The following day I got to go home, and there was no evidence anywhere in the house that I had tried to kill myself. Consequently, I couldn't find a pair of siccors or a cutting knife either. I was happy to be home and with my family. I also felt better. Like a stone had been lifted off my body. For the first time in months, Aris had not dominated my thoughts. I hated him. I wanted nothing to do with him. But most importantly, I didn't care what he or anyone else, for that matter thought I was. They could think I was a fucking fag. They could hit me, or do anything, and I wouldn't care. I kept everything in perspective. They'll get theirs one day. And when they do, it'll be bad.
I continued to see my shrink, Dr. Moore, for a week after being released from the hospital. She helped me build my confidence, and helped me learn how to block out what the stupid fuckers at school did to me. I even started eating again and working out. My muscles developed quickly, and I got them nice and toned. My body looked absolutely wicked. Hell, if I was a girl, I'd even want to do me. It almost seemed as if this whole nightmare had never happened. The only reminder that I had was the bandage on my wrist.
Two and a half weeks after my release from the hospital, I went back to school. Everyone was disgustingly nice to me. Gee, I wonder if they heard about my attempted suicide? I told most to get the fuck away from me, I ignored some, and I let some be nice to me. I was going to milk this for all it was worth. I deserved it. I even got a new girlfriend. I fucked her once, made it really good -- not just normal good, but so good that she was begging for more, then I dumped her sorry ass. The ultimate payback for dissing my ass only a few short weeks ago. That was enough vengance. I put all this shit behind me, and my life seemed to get back to normal. I got all my friends back, and I decided to make the best out of the remaining week.
The days turned into weeks and finally school was nearly over. I had got my yearbook the previous day, and it had been filled to capacity with notes from girls telling me to call them over the summer for a little action.
It was the last day of school, and I was at my locker, getting the last of my shit out of there, when I felt a tap on muy shoulder, and it turned out to be Aris.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Hi, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure, why not?" I said, after all, what else did I have to lose? We started walking toward the main entrance of the school. He was quiet for a while. Neither of us said a word. I don't think he knew where to begin. "Good. Let him feel nervous for a change," I thought. Getting tired of just walking, I picked up the pace and headed toward my car. He followed. The entire time I was walking to my stang, I felt his eyes glued on to me. I didn't know what to make of all of this. I searched my front bag pocket for a smoke. I took one out of the box and lit it. I took a long drag. The nicotine calmed my nerves a little. I opened the door to my car, and I unlocked the door to his. He quickly moved his fine ass into the passenger seat. I jumped in and started the car and pulled out of the school's parking lot for the last time this school year. He went into my bag and found the pack of smokes and took one. What an arrogant fuck.
When we got far enough from the school he told me to pull over and stop. I reluctantly did as I was told.
"So, what is it that you want?" I asked.
"To talk,"
"Ok then, talk. You have me here, face to face. Talk. Tell me what it is that you want,"
"Don't rush me, guy,"
"Why not? I could have blown you off like you did to me, but I didn't. I stayed. I must be a fucking retard for doing so. I wouldn't take this kind of shit from anybody, no matter how much I liked them," I snapped. He bowed his head. "Come on, tell me what you want, fucker!"
"I don't know how to say this," he stammered.
"Well try real hard," I said in a bitchy tone.
"I deserve that."
"Of course you do. You deserve to get the shit kicked out of you. You deserve to get made fun of by everyone you see. You deserve to get spit on. You deserve everything that happened to me,"
"I deserve more than that, guy."
"Look, I have to be somewhere soon, so tell me what it is you have to say,"
"Ok -- look Peter, when you told me that you liked me I got scared. I just broke up with Danielle and I couldn't handle hearing something like that. I shouldn't have called you a fag, I shouldn't have ignored you, I shouldn't have been so mean to you. No one deserves what I did to you--" he said as he looked down. He looked toward my right hand and noticed a sizable scar on the wrist. Aris took hold of my hand and just stared at it.
"Peter, what the fuck is this?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
"Did you do this because of me?"
"Do I look like a dependent piece of shit? What would make you fucking think that you have the power to make me do such a thing? No single person would make my life bad enough to kill myself. You're such an arrogant bastard. I did it because of a combination of things. I was confused. I had nobody to talk to, no one cared anyway. I was feeling depressed. You didn't help my situation, but by no fucking means were you a trigger for this. This happened because my life was screwed. I got help, and I don't think that way anymore. I have a lot to live for, and I don't deserve this shit," I said. "I don't even know why I'm wasting my time with you. I could have any fucking girl I wanted, yet I'm still hung up over you. There must be something fucking wrong with me,"
"I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, man," he said. "I'm fucking sorry. I don't know what else I can tell you. What can I tell you to make it right between us?"
"Tell me why you brought me here."
"Alright. First of all, I want to apologize for everything I put you through during the past few months. I also want to tell you that ever since that weekend I haven't been able to stop thinking of you. You got me so scared, and that's why I did the things I did to you,"
"What were you scared of?"
"Liking guys. I don't want to be gay."
"Neither do I. I'm straight. But for some derranged reason I fell for a guy. Tell me, does that make any sense to you?"
"I don't know."
"If you didn't want to do anything with me, why did you go to that extent to make my life hell? You could have just ignored me. That would have been hard, but I could have survived that. What the fuck made you go and tell everyone about this, what made you want to ruin my life?"
"I don't know."
"Is that all you know to say?"
"I want to make it right between us. What can I do?"
"Can I run you over with my car?
"If that's what it takes--"
"Are you fucking nuts man? I wouldn't do that to anyone," I said. "Why is it that you want to make it right between us all of a sudden. Why didn't you do it before. You had time?"
"I was preoccupied,"
"With what?"
"Coming to terms with my feelings."
"Feelings for what?"
"You," he said. Was he really saying what I thought he was? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was saying what I wanted him to say. Although I hated him, I still loved him too. I don't know why. No matter what he did to me, I still had the same feelings for him. Now he was returning them to me.
"What?"
"You heard me right the first time. I was thinking about you."
"What about me?"
"The fact that you made me fall in love with you. I didn't know how to deal with it, so I blamed you for screwing up my life. It was my own fault for letting it get so far. I blamed you for something that you had no control over, and I ruined your life for it," he said, and I melted right then. But I still had my suspisions.
"Are you serious? Cause if you aren't, and you tell everyone that I tried to come onto you again, I will personally hunt you down, and rip every single hair off your balls, then I will rip your balls off, and--"
"Don't worry Peter. I'm telling you the truth. I love you. And I'm willing to do absolutely everything in my power to win you. Anything,"
"You don't have to you anything, cause you already have me. You don't know how long I have waited to hear that from you. I love you, and always have. I guess I always will too," I said.
"What do we do now, bud?" he asked.
"We have a long talk, and get to know each other better."
"Does this mean you're my boyfriend?"
"I--I guess so," I said. He came closer to me and hugged me really tight. I didn't want to let go, but I had to. I wanted to get him alone in my room. But that had to wait. As I drove to my house, we fucking talked about every thing possible. He continuously apologized about what happened during the year, and I let him. The atmosphere soon grew quite as we moved farther away from the busy streets. He held my hand for most of the way home. I loved the feeling of his hand on top of mine. I felt safe, and that nothing could ever hurt me again. He promised to protect from everything that could possibly hurt me. Although I didn't need his protection, it was good to know that I had it and that he actually cared about me.
PART SEVEN
"Finally home," I said. We both got out of the car and went inside. I was about to go to the bathroom when Aris grabbed my hand and pulled my close to him. He drew his lips close to me, and we kissed. He was sweet and gentle. As time passed, I started kissing harder, more passionately. I opened my mouth and insterted my tongue into his mouth and explored every inch of it. He sucked on my tongue for what seemed like an eternity (no complaints from me).
We broke apart from our embrace and ran to my bedroom. We got in, and I locked the door. We both fell onto the bed and started wildly making out. My mouth was everywhere. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to have my prick in him.
I ripped off his shirt, and tore off his pants, while he did the same to me. He threw off his boxers and I got my first view of my baby, naked. He was beautiful, more than I could have ever hoped for. His body was muscular. Not too much, but enough to make me want to cum all over him. His torso was covered lightly with dark drown hair. His huge cock was surrounded with thick hair, and his balls were covered with it. His beautiful, toned, legs were covered in hair too. Fuck man, I was ready to cream. He stared at my body as much as I did his. He was impressed with what he saw.
I held him close to me again, kissing and sucking every possible area of his hot skin. I moved from his sweet lips to his chest, and I licked every square inch of it, paying special attention to each nipple. My tongue swirled around each one, making them hard. From then I moved down to his balls. I didn't want to touch his prick just yet. I gave his balls a tongue bath, licking and sucking each one like a pacifyer. He let out a loud groan every time I touched him, and begged me to suck his rod. . I slowly moved up to the head and kissed it. I opened my mouth and let out my tongue. I licked the head, and slowly moved down the long shaft, all the way to the base. Soon enough, my mouth enveloped his raging hardon, and I sucked hard and fast. He told me he was close, which made me suck harder. He let out a loud grunt and shot load after load of thick, creamy, white, cum. The taste was unlike anything I had ever known. I savored it, and I got up and kissed him.
"That was fucking wicked, guy. I love you man, I love you, and I don't care who knows it," he said. I melted right then.
"You're so beautiful,"
"Come on guy, you're the mint one. Look at you," he replied. I answered him with a kiss which lasted forever. Our two bodies melted into one. I wanted him more than ever. I had him, and he had me. I never wanted this feeling to go away.