Copyright 2006 by Orfeo Sunstone
Disclaimer: Subject matter of this fictional short story is of homosexual nature, if this offends you or it is illegal to read in your state or country, please leave immediately. All individuals depicted are a figment of the imagination, and any resemblance to real entities is purely coincidental.
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I, Roberto Aleman
Chapter 11
Right before I answered David's question, dear Reader, Citlali walked right in without knocking. The blanket that once covered us was on the floor along with our clothes. The only thing David and I could do was to cover our privates with our hands, even though we still had our briefs on, thank god for that.
"You're finally going to get laid; Sofia owes me," Citlali began.
"What!?" David and I voiced in unison.
"You see, Roberto, Sofia and I made a bet that David here was going to be the one to take your cherry, and I was right. Can I sit and watch?" No!
"You haven't won yet, Citlali," David said getting up from the bed and walking over to her, his bulge leading the way. "You see, I'm not going to fuck Roberto." He's not? But wasn't that what he wanted? "He is going to fuck me." Settle down dear heart of mine. He lifted her from the chair she occupied and led her to the door. "Now, be a decent girl and give us some privacy."
"But I wanna watch, please, please, let me watch." Unbelievable. Girls are just sick.
"You've seen enough already. If you want to see two guys fucking, log on to the web, you'll have a variety of guys to choose from. Now scram." And he closed the door, locked it, and threw himself on the bed landing on top of me. I made to lift myself from the bed and when I swung my body, my elbow crashed into his face quite hard. I turned around and his hand was covering his right eye.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for my elbow to hit you..." What else could I say? I didn't hit him, it was my elbow.
"It's all right; if you kiss it the pain will go away." A big smile appeared on his face.
"Ice will make the swelling go away, let me go get som--"
"No, ice won't make the swelling go away." And his hand pointed to his crotch. I made the mistake of looking in the direction of his pointed finger and I gasped in concern. His member was snaking out of his briefs. I blushed.
"Oh, I'm sure if you put some ice on it, it will go away." And I dashed out the door covering myself with the blanket that was on the floor. Good thing the lock on the door doesn't work or else I would have been trapped in that room with him.
"Go back to your room, Roberto, David might get impatient and come after you," yawned Citlali, "and I don't think you want my dad to find out his son is going to forfeit his cherry tonight." How disgusting, I was not going to give anything up.
"Please go tell him to go home, I don't want to deal with him in that condition, his `thing' is huge and he doesn't want to talk, only play around." Say yes, please say yes.
"Fine." Yes! "But if I go in there, you'll owe me big time, and what I'll want as payment is watching you have sex. With David." What? Before I could answer her, she was already walking out the room. Run you idiot, I heard a voice in my head shout. I dashed out of her room down the hallway, shoved Citlali out of the way, stormed into my room, closed the door and placed my back against it so she wouldn't barge in.
"You will not get that opportunity Citlali." I gasped for air. Then I remembered why I didn't want to come back into the room. David was spread eagle on the bed smiling at me. "Shit, shit, shit."
"I know you're afraid, Roberto, but it's going to happen sooner or later." Yeah, well I prefer the way, way, way later option.
"David, we need to talk. You've--" Interrupted as always.
"Can't it wait until afterwards? My condition is worsening with every second that goes by. Besides, your condition is in no better shape than mine, or rather, it's quite a beautiful shape." I looked down at where his eyes were glued: my member sticking straight out; I must have left the sheet in the other room, idiot. I became beet red and turned around. "Wow. That truly is a perfectly shaped ass. It's going to be a pleasure for my hands to squeeze it." Damnit. I placed one hand covering my crotch and the other covering my behind.
"Look, David--"
"I'm looking and I sure am enjoying the sight, just move your hands to the side and--"
"Stop it or I'll tell Mr. Bracho that you're in here and--"
"He already knows. He gave me the key to the house." I let out a heavy sigh.
"Okay, you win; I'll do whatever you want." I slumped to the bed and waited for his assault. And waited and nothing happened. I turned around to face him and what I saw took my breath away: David Wentworth naked as the day he was born, but even better, although I was not present on the day he was born.
"Take of your briefs." And I obeyed. "Beautiful, even better in real life." Was he implying that he dreamt of I, Roberto Aleman? "Turnaround." And I did. "Yes, your mounds will enjoy my hands."
"Why, David?" I pleaded.
"Remember the day your car broke down?" I nodded. "The man that helped you is my dad." I knew he looked like someone I knew, that would also explain why David was driving the same car when he took me to church, as you can see, dear Reader, I'm quite brilliant. "Do you remember what sat on the passenger sit of your car?" Nope; I moved my head from side to side. "My dad found a picture of me on the passenger sit and when he turned it around there was writing that read `Roberto, I, David Wentworth, love you' with a heart encompassing the text." Now I remember. "He confronted me about the picture and I told him it was true, I had fallen in love with you. He proceeded informed me that as long as I lived under his roof, I would not see you again, or he'd send me away to Alaska to live with his sister. When we came out of mass and you gave me your answer, I felt my heart exploding with joy, joy of your acceptance. But then I realized that we couldn't be together. My dad was the one that set me up with Annabelle, and informed me to break anything that you and I had--" I just had to interrupt.
"Well, with that explanation I should certainly forgive you." I was being sarcastic. "I admitted to my parents, due to your negligence, that I'm different and was shunned, yet you on the other hand reject the notion that makes you happy in order to comply with you father's tyranny--"
"No, that's not true." Was he yelling at me? No one yells at me, well, except for him that is. "I wish I hadn't listened to my dad. You make me happy, Roberto, only you. After I left the church that Sunday morning, I drove to the cabin, but not with Annabelle. I went alone to dwell on the comprise my dad and I made. I was to stop seeing you in order to continue living in the same house. I cried every night after that. Every single night that died without you was soaked in tears. I wanted to--"
"Have you even fathomed what I went through? I actually considered suicide. But being the adamant catholic that I am, that possibility was demolished; I was too much of a coward to follow through." Shit, now water was ejecting from my eyes.
"I thought of doing the same too." No, no, no. He can't kill himself. "I thought that little by little you would stop loving me and little by little my heart was dying. I couldn't take the pain anymore; the farce I lived had become devastating. I went to my dad and gradually spoke about my feelings. At first he was relentless in accepting that his son is gay and in love with another guy, but he saw the agony that engulfed my being. He apologized; he even wanted to come talk to you to take me back. But I had to do this on my own."
"I won't lie to you David, I do love you. I have for many years. It's a shame this relationship will never work." He tried to interrupt me but I continued. "I can't trust you. My thoughts will always be on that moment where you'll repent on this decision to be with me, and I'll end up hurt again. I don't want that. I don't need that." We remained silent for several minutes.
"I got accepted at the University of Oregon," he began. "I'll be starting this summer." I was going to lose him forever.
"Congratulations." What else could I say?
"I want you to come with me." Life is not that simple my dear David.
"I applied for several scholarships and all turned me down. I don't have the money to put myself through college. Besides, it's best that we keep our distance, erase the accumulation of the past, and forget we ever existed."
"Don't try to hurt me, Roberto, because in your intent you'll end up hurting yourself as well." He had me in his arms again. "My dad has offered to pay for your education. Please say that you'll come with me." I shook my head. "I'll do anything you want, Roberto, anything..." And I kissed him, relishing the flavor of his mouth with a passion that exalted and devoured me.
Chapter 12
"So..." Mr. Bracho spoke as I sat down to eat my breakfast, "how was it?"
"How was what?" I countered. I wanted to go back to bed, I felt exhausted. Every bone in my body seemed to ache.
"Your first real orgasm." And I spat out the food from my mouth. "We heard a loud commotion coming from your room last night so I got up to check and when I opened your bedroom door, wow, what a sight to see. Did you know you have a birth mark on your left butt cheek?" No, he's lying, he saw nothing. I turned beet red. "So, how was it?"
I remained silent toying with the food on my plate. "I'm sorry Mr. Bracho, it--"
"There's nothing to be sorry about Roberto, things happen, it's natural when love is involved. I owe you a huge thank you. Mrs. Bracho, after hearing the noises coming from your room, well, let's just say she became a little excited and we had a fantastic night." He did not just say that. "So, how was it?" I wanted to escape my fate.
"It was ineffable!" I turned around to find David standing in the entryway beautiful as ever. "Going from the extreme to the most complete self-surrender and from single-minded concentration to the forgetfulness of the self, that's an orgasm. And we went there three times last night. My behind is a bit sore this morning, but it's a comfortable soreness." What the hell? Why are they talking about this as if it were a normal topic of conversation? How despicable.
"You guys are sure flexible, and from the bruise on your eye, David, I'd say it got a bit rough too," Mr. Bracho said smiling at both of us and I expelled the contents in my stomach onto the kitchen table.
Fear. Yes, dear Reader, fear has assaulted my existence once more. David brought me to meet his parents. But I shall endure this misfortune as I have until now.
I'm sure you'll be interested in knowing that David is now my boyfriend. Love is an inescapable fate; once it hits you, you're it. It is the one thing that justifies this dreadful life.
As we entered the study room of his house where his parents were patiently waiting for us, the first thing that came out of his father's mouth was: "You're the guy that was staring at my ass when your car left you stranded" I looked down at my shoes and lost a bit of my skin color. I prayed to my gods to liberate me from this torture.
"Well that only means one thing," continued the mother, "he has good taste."
"I'd say he has a very refined taste," whispered David in my ear while chewing on my right side earlobe.
I don't remember much of what happened that day as my nervousness, mixed with anxiety, tumbled with fear, generated memory loss. I've been thinking about the proposition from David's father: to pay for my college studies. At this time I still don't know what I want. It is no longer just my decision; it is a compromise between David Wentworth and I, Roberto Aleman.
We've reached the end of this discourse my dear Reader. I must bid my farewell and if predestination works our way, we'll meet again in a different time, a different name, a different language. Maybe in a--
"Who are you talking too?" interrupted David and I turned to face him. My feet suddenly touched his feet and my mouth his lips. I could hear the thoughts of his body as I build, unbuild, and rebuild in his watery mouth.
Farewell, dear Reader, may the author that spelled this segment of my life, which I related, invent a new beginning where we'll meet again.
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