Disclaimer:
After a hiatus of sorts, I am back with another story! Yay! Anyway, due to personal problems, I've been unable/unwilling to write much of anything for a long time. Here is a new story from me to you. For those of you who know my style and enjoy it, you should really like this one. Like I said, though, I haven't written anything for a while, so I may be a bit rusty. For those who don't know my style, I tend to use a lot of build-up and "storyline". So, if you came on to find a story for a quick jack-off, then this probably ain't for you. However, if you want to take the time to read a beautiful tale of young love, then sit back, take a sip from your glass of wine, and enjoy!
And remember...Always stand up for what you think is right, don't listen to bullshit, no matter who is saying it, and always speak with your fists and swear a lot to be heard!
Part 21:
Once the police arrived and took Sean away, things calmed down rather quickly at the ACRP. Harry was okay, if a bit shaken, but Dr. Mascal forwent Todd and took David right away into his office.
Dr. Mascal was a typical psychiatrist, from his short, curly hair and thick glasses, to his suit and tie and large notepad. He instructed David to sit down or lie down, whatever he wanted. David chose to sit, and, smiling at Dr. Mascal, said, "What's up?"
The doctor smiled back, but didn't look very happy. "What's up, indeed." He replied, "Now, David, I'm going to ask you why you went and told Sean what Harry told you, in apparent confidence I might add? Didn't you know what Sean's reaction would be?"
David shrugged, "I guess. I don't know. I just think that Sean is my friend and Harry shouldn't have said those things about my friend."
Dr. Mascal nodded and took some notes, then asked, "David, what makes you so sure that Sean is really your friend?"
David shrugged, "I dunno. He talks to me and tells me that I understand him."
Dr. Mascal nodded, took some notes, then said, "David, do you mind if I ask you some personal questions?"
David shook his head, "Not at all. I love personal questions."
"Very well," Dr. Mascal said, "now, tell me if I'm wrong, but did you happen to mention to Dr. Glass that you believed yourself to be homosexual?"
David confidently nodded, "Yeah, but I don't believe it. I know it."
"Uh huh. So, and you again have every right to refuse to answer this, do you have any...sexual feelings for Sean Zekk?"
David paused, before nodding and saying, "I guess...a bit. Yeah."
"Mmm Hmm." Dr. Mascal replied, "and I understand that he allowed you to...hmm...consummate these feelings in the shower yesterday afternoon."
"Geez, does everybody know about it?! Yes, but he didn't allow anything! He was the one who wanted it!"
Dr. Mascal got a small smile on his face, "Very well. However, this session isn't about Sean. It's about you, so why don't you tell me something about you?"
The session went on for two hours of utter crap, in David's opinion. The doctor took a lot of notes and David tried to be as nice as possible, hoping that if he appeared sane, maybe he could get out.
After the sessions were complete, the ACRP had their weekly outing. This week, it was just to a simple video arcade. David found it really depressing, not just because he was with a bunch of total freaks and was being monitored by Harry and Deirdre, but because Sean wasn't there. David felt almost like he did when he wasn't around Aaron.
"Could it be possible that I'm in love with Sean?" he thought, as he played a half-hearted game of Arkanoid.
Supper was also a dismal affair. They had elbow macaroni in tomato sauce, but David just wasn't hungry. He missed Sean, he missed his dad and he really missed Montreal. No, he didn't miss Montreal...He missed Aaron, the kid who had used him for two years and then told him to fuck off. He still loved him, even though it had been five months since he's seen him.
As he lay in bed that night, his thoughts culminated in just how sad he was. He couldn't kill himself, because they'd locked up all the pills and hid all the knifes. He couldn't run away, because the doors were all locked, and he couldn't throw a tantrum and hope they'd let him go, because they'd just analyse him, up his medication, then send him back to bed. All he could do, was lie in bed and quietly sob at how miserable his life was turning out.
"Why do you hate me so much, God?" David asked, sitting up in bed and crying.
"Oh shut up, ya pussy!"
David turned to see Sean standing in the doorway, smirking. He was wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans.
He jumped out of bed, clad only in boxers and raced over to Sean. He wrapped his arms around Sean and hugged him and Sean actually let him. He cried on Sean's shoulder and Sean let him do that too. He totally dismissed the stupidity of a sixteen-year-old racing into the arms of a fourteen-year-old, especially because David was three inches taller than Sean and so David had to bend down somewhat to cry on his shoulder.
"You want to get out of here, don't you?" Sean whispered in David's ear.
David looked down at Sean, with red-rimmed eyes, and nodded.
Sean smiled and pushed David away from him, "You gotta act, like, fucking sane, then. No more crying. No more talking to yourself. No more fucking me in the shower."
"But you fucked me!" David whispered back.
"Shut up." Sean replied, "Now, listen! I'm going to be here until December twelfth. Then, I'm finally getting out of here to go live with my aunt. She talked to the police and to Laura today and I'm just going to finish up my eight months year, then go. I have to act good from now on, though. I want you to listen to me and do exactly what I say, and you'll get out then too, okay?"
David sniffled and nodded, "Okay, Seanie."
Sean smiled and, leaning forward, quickly kissed David on the lips, then pulled away. "Now remember," He reiterated, "You have to act sane! You can give them a reason to keep you here over the new year! Remember that you have to forget about fucking me too, because if they catch us, they'll probably cut off our nuts or something."
"But you're the one..." David began.
Sean put his hand over David's mouth, "Shut up, I said! Now, come with me!"
David followed Sean out of the room and down the hallway. "Where're we going?" he whispered.
Sean turned around and whispered back, "Some nights, only when I tell you it's safe, we can sneak out the front door and fuck around in the bushes outside."
"But it's locked!" David warned.
Sean smiled and pulled a key out of his pocket, "Laura made about twenty copies and once, when she wasn't looking, I stole one. She hasn't noticed yet, the fucking whore."
David smiled and watched as Sean quietly unlocked the front door. It was November already, so it was raining. The lower mainland of British Columbia never really got that cold, but it rained a lot during the winter.
"It's raining!" David said, "I'm going to get soaked!"
Sean turned around and smiled, "Haven't you ever wanted to fuck around in the rain?"
David shrugged. It had actually always been a fantasy of his, but it had involved Aaron.
Sean took his hand and, carefully closing the door behind him, led David outside and to the side of the building. Once they were behind some bushes, Sean turned to him and said, "Okay, we don't have much time, but I'm really horny, so why don't you suck me off?"
"Why can't you suck me off?" David asked.
Sean shrugged, "I sucked you off yesterday. Now it's my turn."
David couldn't argue with that logic, so he nodded.
Sean smiled and undid his jeans, pulling them down to around his ankles. There was a large lump at the front of his boxers and Sean reached down and stroked it gingerly.
"Come on, we don't fucking have time to shit around for a while. Just suck me off quick!"
David didn't much like to rush, especially where sex was concerned, but he was becoming so afraid of making Sean hate him, much like he felt with Aaron, that he eagerly complied. Grabbing the waistband of Sean's boxers, he pulled them down quickly and Sean's erect prick sprung into view, looking very stiff and glistening with sweat. Also, like most people from British Columbia, Sean was not circumcised and David had never encountered anything like that before. He hadn't even noticed it in the shower.
Sean looked down to see David kneeling on the wet grass and just staring at it.
"What's the problem, now?" He exclaimed, "It's not, like, twenty inches, but I think it's big enough!"
David shook his head and said, "No, it's not that. It's...ah, forget it...Hold on."
He reached forward and wrapped his hand around the base of it, then leaned forward and put his mouth over it and took it from there.
As far as David was concerned, he wasn't aware of any special technique for sucking off a guy with a foreskin, so he just did what he was used to. It was pretty much the same, except it felt more rubbery in his mouth, as he felt the foreskin moving up and down over the head of Sean's throbbing dick. With a glance upwards, though, he surmised that he was doing a well enough job. Sean's head was leaned back, his hands on David's shoulders, and he moaned quietly. So, filled with some confidence, David began moving faster, sucking and licking all around the stiff prick in his mouth, the smell of Sean's sweaty crotch turning him on and making him stiff as well. It actually felt kinda neat to feel that movement inside his mouth and he almost regretted being circumcised. He'd heard the other side of the argument, though, and he was still pretty convinced that his parents had made the right decision, not including the fact that he was Jewish and needed it done anyway.
His internal debate about the advantages and disadvantages of circumcision came to a grinding halt, as Sean quickly grabbed his head and groaned, "Oh God, I'm almost fucking there, David. You're such a cocksucker...Such a good fucking cocksucker."
This was the first time when David actually took that as an extreme compliment, and, after mumbling his thanks with Sean's six-incher impeding much conversation on his part, David wrapped his hands around Sean's ass and pushed harder into his sucking motions. With the effort expended and the fact that Sean's occasional thrusts were making David gag and he was getting close to vomiting, he had tears in his eyes, his face was red and his body ached from the effort, but he was determined to bring Sean off hard. It appeared that...ah, fuck what it appeared; You analyse yourself too much, David!
With a grunt that was too loud for David's taste, given the circumstances, Sean thrust hard into David's mouth and continued to thrust hard. David tried to pull back somewhat, but Sean's grip on his head was a true testament to the muscular strength in Sean's scarred arms, so he took the pull brunt of Sean's penile abuse and gagged very unappetizingly. Sean didn't seem to notice, though, as his whole body was wracked with the shudders of an obviously intense orgasm. David was too busy trying to stop gagging, that when Sean started spurting his boy cum down David's throat, it brought on a new attack of gagging. David pulled back hard, and finally broke through Sean's grip, getting the last spurt of his sticky jizz shot across his lips and cheek.
David, unfortunately, couldn't really enjoy it too much, because as soon as he was able to pull away from Sean's grip, he stopped withholding his urge and, turning away, threw up into the grass behind him.
When he was done, he turned around and wiped his eyes, then looked up at Sean.
"You're the best cocksucker I've ever met, bitch!" Sean congratulated, reaching down and helping David to his feet.
David wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled, "Yeah, well I'm glad I could be of service."
Sean put his arm around David's shoulders and they walked back to the front door. Sean unlocked it, and David watched him. He still loved Sean, but it was impossible that Sean didn't realize what he just did to David. Heck, the least he could do is...
"Oh, by the way." Sean whispered, turning around after opening the front door, "I'm really fucking sorry. I mean, about being so rough with you. I didn't mean to make you spew."
And so David was happy again, with a somewhat sore throat, as the two made their way into the sleeping area. Sean went into his room and, waving to him, David went into his room. He wiped his knees and body with his shower towel and gingerly got back into bed. The next day would begin his and Sean's trek toward freedom and he was adamant on wanting to leave when Sean did. Those thoughts sent him to sleep with a smile on his face, and a mixture of vomit and sperm on his lips.