Taste of Others

Taste of Others 2

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CHAPTER TWO: When In Rome ... Do It Like Roman Harris-Warrick?

When Danny and I were finished at RadioShack, we went to go find the others. However, we only saw Ian and Scott. I wasn't sure what I felt more, relief or disappointment, when we arrived at Best Buy and discovered that Troy wasn't there.

Ian had used Troy's phone to call and tell us that they were leaving the food court to go to Best Buy. They had wanted us to meet them there when we were done at RadioShack.

Apparently Troy said no to the invite and I was relieved yet slightly offended and hurt at the same time. I brushed it aside. Troy was gone and that was all that mattered.

When we met up with Ian and Scott, I found out that Ian had used Troy's cell cause his own cell phone battery had died.

"Dude, where's Troy?" Danny asked once we were reunited with Ian and Scott.

"He left. Said he had something to do," Scott said with a disbelieving snort.

I resisted the urge to let out a sigh of relief. It was true that Troy and I had to be around each other all day almost every day, but we had only been together privately once. Our interactions were always limited to either academic or social settings.

He had only ever been to my house that one time, and that had ended badly. I had never been over to his place. That's why I wasn't surprised that Troy had left. That was pretty much what I had been expecting him to do. I knew he didn't want to spend time in my company any more than I wanted to spend time in his.

"So did you guys invite him over to Liam's tonight?" Danny asked.

"What!? You were serious about that?" I looked at Danny.

"Yeah," Danny said with a grin.

"I don't believe this. You had no right to do that." I was completely exasperated.

"What do you have against Troy anyway?" This time it was Ian who asked.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"If it's nothing then you shouldn't have a problem with him coming over," Scott said as though he were talking to a four year old.

I shot the guys an annoyed look. Why wouldn't they just let this go? They were awesome friends, but sometimes they could be serious pains in my ass.

"Whatever," I said, knowing the likelihood of Troy agreeing to come was as likely as me winning the lottery, dropping out of school and moving to Ibiza with my Eurasian man-boy lover.

"Great," Scott said, "cause he asked me to give him a ride over to your place and I said sure."

I stopped in my tracks.

"What?!?" This time I couldn't keep my voice down.

I turned and saw Ian and Scott grinning like they had just accomplished some incredible feat. I guess in some ways they had, by getting Troy to agree to come over to my house.

"I said that Troy asked me to - " Scott began again.

"I heard what you said!" I said, cutting him off, "I can't believe you guys." I absolutely had no idea what to say. I was shocked at their tenacity and audacity, but at the same time I wasn't totally surprised.

I didn't wait for them to respond.

"I have to go," I said and began walking away.

"Liam! Liam!" I heard them calling after me but I just kept walking. I had to get away from the insanity so I could think.

Troy had actually agreed to come over to my house? I couldn't believe it. This had to be some kind of joke. But, as I thought back to the smug looks on Ian and Scott's faces, I couldn't help but think that they weren't joking.

Immediately, my hands felt moist and a little clammy. What was I going to do? I couldn't let Troy come over. Things were already awkward. What was he planning to do when he got to my house? Ignore me some more in my own home?

There was no way he could be planning to make up and play nice after a year of looking right through me. I hated situations like this. I had just been thrown a major curve ball. After all this time, when I finally felt like I understood the rules, Troy was now trying to change them.

I couldn't believe it. Why did the guys always have to go and meddle in stuff that was none of their business? And what was with the recent obsession about things going on between Troy and me?

Okay, if there's one thing that fucking pisses me off, it's when people get involved in shit they don't understand just because they think they can help. Like telling me to go and talk to Troy. I mean, what the fuck is that about? Even if they didn't know about my history with him, it still didn't excuse them sticking their noses where they didn't belong.

I guess that's part of the privilege that "pretty people" have. The idea that they can approach anyone and say anything and get away with it because of the buffer that their good looks provide. It gave them a certain amount of confidence that was simply unattainable otherwise. Danny, Scott, and Ian were all gorgeous. And I was just ... well, lets just say I wasn't gorgeous.

I guess that was part of the reason why I was so accepting of Troy seemingly never wanting to speak to me again. Just look at me. I had absolutely no chance in a bitch-filled hell of getting him to like me or even be interested in me in any way, and yet here people were telling me to go talk to him.

I guess I wasn't _un_attractive, just not as stunning as Troy. I mean I had good skin and straight white teeth. My hair was healthy, thick and blonde - I didn't really do much with it. I wasn't muscular, but I wasn't out of shape; I was defined. I guess the best word to describe me would be average. In my eyes, at least.

That's why it always irritated me to hear people give advice telling someone to just "walk up to him and just tell him how you feel". What kind of retarded crap was that? We all know that that kind of shitty advice is just going to end up leaving some poor person humiliated, but do the unwanted advice givers care?? No.

On many occaisions I'm forced to wonder why I even bother. A lot of the times when I'm within a hundred feet of Troy, my heart starts to hammer and I try and not do anything dumb in case he happens to look over. Of course he never looks over and I invariably end up doing something that makes me look like a bumbling oaf.

I mean, I know it's stupid. I have NO chance with him. And I'm not saying this in one of those stupid ways where people outwardly lament on their sad romantic situations while secretly holding out hope of "happily ever after". I honestly understood that the situation with Troy was hopeless, but I had been strangely un-accepting of the truth.

That was all about to change. I might not be as good looking as Troy and the others, but I was just as deserving of happiness as they were. The first step to achieving that would be to take an honest and realistic look at my situation. I had to start thinking of myself in terms of what I actually was: a random fuck.

I had known Troy since middle school, but he had never paid any attention to me until a year ago. And since then he had never spoken to me. It was obvious that I had meant nothing to him and that our time together had just been amusement on his part.

Now was the time for me to get fucking serious. Starting from this very moment, I was no longer going to care about Troy. I mean, after all, the guy had made his feelings pretty clear. I was the one holding on to a non-existent belief that we had shared something more than we actually did. He had fucked me, I had liked it and he had never spoken to me again. End of story.

This nonsense with me wanting to believe that one day he would look at me and want me, and realize that he had made a mistake by treating me the way he had was retarded. The time to move on had come. There were plenty of fish in the sea and I had my eye on another fish already.

Okay, so that wasn't really true, but since I had just decided to move on, I began to flip through my mental yearbook until I quickly decided on someone: Roman Harris-Warrick. He was nice, cute and I was eighty percent sure he had a thing for me. He was also shy and kind of quiet.

He may have also been a little unsure of himself as evidenced by his inability to speak to me on a one on one basis. The only time that Roman and I had ever interacted, Danny had been present. This was most likely because Roman didn't know me very well, but was relatively close to Danny and therefore used Danny as a way to get to know me better and also get closer to me.

Suddenly I had a thought; I would invite him over to my house tonight! That way, I could use the opportunity to coax Roman out of his shell and maybe we would hit it off and I would forget about Troy. It was time for me to move on anyways.

If I were thinking rationally, I would have probably realized that just because I told myself I was over someone didn't make it true and that I had likely just chosen Roman because I wanted to show Troy that I wasn't a loser, that I could get someone else to like me and that I had completely moved on from him.

Troy had treated me like shit and nothing could excuse that. I was sick and tired of having the guys always trying to shove a reconciliation down my throat. I didn't want a reconciliation. I didn't even want an apology. I wanted never to have to see Troy again, but since I couldn't have that, I was going to settle with just never acknowledging his existence.

I needed to make sure that the guys understood that. Several thoughts boiled in my head, but I didn't say anything. I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I almost didn't notice the guys trailing behind me, but once I did, I stopped and turned around to face them.

"I don't ever want to talk about Troy again," I said abruptly.

There was a silence. Everybody looked like they didn't know whether to believe me or not. I didn't care. I just turned around started to walk off. I had said my piece and it was up to them to respect my wishes or not. Anybody who didn't want to was welcome to join Troy in exile. If I had anything to say about it, I would never talk to Troy Harrington again.

Filled with new purpose, I made my way swiftly to the exit and then I walked through the mall parking lot until I reached my car. I wanted to get home so that I could call Roman and invite him over to my house.

******

"Dude, stop it!" I said struggling to get out of Troy's hold.

"No," he said implacably.

"I mean it Troy, let go of me," I said, this time sounding a little more desperate.

I could feel Troy's erection pushing against my back. He held me down on the bed, in a position much like the one he had first fucked me in. Despite my reluctance, my own cock began to stiffen at the feel of his hardness.

I didn't understand why he was doing this, forcing himself on me. After treating me like I didn't exist for over a year and leading me to believe that I had done something wrong, he was now in bed with me, restraining me.

I couldn't believe he was actually doing this, after leading me to believe that I had sucked in bed. I mean, why else had he rejected me? It had to be because he didn't like what we had done together. And now he was holding me down and grinding his dick up between my butt cheeks. It didn't make sense.

"I'm going to fuck you," Troy said close to my ear.

I closed my eyes as his breath brushed my ear, then I swallowed. Despite how much I hated him for what he had done to me, the way he had treated me, I still wanted him. I wanted to feel his big cock inside my tight channel. I wanted to feel him hitting my prostate over and over again.

I was sick. Why would I want someone who so obviously had no respect for me? He had fucked me and discarded me, but now that he was back I was ready to spread my legs.

"I love your ass," Troy broke into my thoughts, pushing his crotch into my ass.

"Please ..." I faltered, "don't do this."

"Come on," Troy cajoled, "you know you want it."

In that moment, I hated myself. Troy was right. I did want it.

I responded by rubbing my ass against his rocking hips, allowing his rigid pole to press right along my crack. Troy groaned, telling me without words that he liked what I was doing.

I couldn't help myself; I whimpered and pushed my butt back up harder against his erection. Shame washed over me. I couldn't believe what Troy was doing was exciting me.

But it was. My dick was painfully hard and beginning to leak precum. I felt Troy's hands reach around my waist and begin to unclasp the front of my jeans, unzipping me to expose my privates that were mysteriously devoid of underwear.

I hissed out a breath when Troy's hand circled my dick. How could something that was obviously so wrong feel so fucking good?

"Don't do this, Troy," I repeated.

"Why not?" he asked me bluntly. He placed his lips close to my neck and slid his hand down my side. I cringed slightly as he caressed my ribs gently, almost lovingly.

"Because it's a mistake," I said pleadingly, trying to get him off me.

I knew I probably wouldn't succeed because Troy was a lot bigger than me. My struggling, if anything, seemed to increase his arousal, if the growing bulge between my ass was any indication.

"A mistake?" Troy echoed. His voice now held a trace of anger.

"Are you saying you don't want it?" His voice definitely held anger.

Before I knew what was happening, he released me and rolled off of me. It took a moment before I realized that I was free, but his next words told me that this wasn't over yet.

"Turn over," Troy instructed in a stern voice. "Now."

Suddenly I wished that he had stayed on top of me. I had no idea what he was planning to do, but he sounded mad. He could easily kick my ass if he wanted to, but I was determined that he wouldn't do it unscathed. If I had to fight him, then I would.

I slowly flipped myself onto my back, and was barely able to contain my gasp at what I saw. Troy was naked. How had he gotten his clothes off so fast? It didn't matter, because he now stood gloriously exposed. I couldn't help it and my gaze ran over his massive chest and sculpted thighs until it found its way to the raging hard on standing stiff and erect from Troy's body.

I gulped as I looked at the monster. The same monster that had penetrated me, stretched me and stuffed me to the maximum only a year ago. It looked like it had gotten even bigger in that time. As I watched, the tip twitched and my gaze flew up to Troy's in alarm.

"Come here," Troy said thickly, gesturing with his hand. "Get on your knees."

"Troy ... no," I said. He couldn't want me to do what I thought he was telling me to do.

Troy reached across the bed, grabbing my arm and pulling me off of it. My arms and legs had pretty much gone limp, so he pulled my weakened body against his, holding me close. Then he kissed me, hotly, and I melted. This was only the second time, ever, that he had kissed me.

I felt his tongue filling my mouth. I gasped through the kiss, feeling my nipples stand up and my already hard cock tingle.

All of a sudden, Troy released me. The next thing I felt was him pushing down on my shoulders, forcing me onto my knees before him. My position kneeling on the carpet put his huge cock directly in front of my face. I swallowed.

I knew what he wanted me to do. I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. I just stared at his monstrous cock, now leaking impressive quantities of precum. I swallowed again.

I think Troy got tired of waiting, because he grabbed hold of the base of his dick and angled it towards my mouth. I tried to turn my lips away, but he just followed. He used the tip to bump my closed lips and said, "Suck it."

My lips quivered as if they were hungry for something. I gazed up at Troy almost tearfully because I felt that my body was betraying my mind. I didn't want to suck Troy Harrington's penis. Did I? I felt the smear of fluid on my still closed lips as Troy rubbed his dick across my mouth. Before I could stop myself, my tongue stuck out and licked some of it up.

Troy paused and smiled before saying, "Good boy."

I could hear the condescension in his voice but I was too far gone to really care. It was as though tasting him had released something inside of me that pushed me over the brink. My gaze was now centered on the mouth-watering cock poised before my mouth. Now that I'd had a taste, I wanted more. Much more.

I continued to stare at his hard, dripping cock. Unconsciously, I whimpered before I brought my face forward and my lips touched the wet end of his dick. I hesitated at the contact.

"Lick it," Troy ordered.

I parted my lips just the tiniest bit and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his leaking member. The kiss was soft, slow and erotic, but Troy wanted more. He gripped the back of my head, pulling me forward and forcing me to take more of his cock into my mouth.

I parted my lips and let my tongue lick against the hot, wet flesh of Troy's bulging cockhead. I tasted the precum, warm and salty. Troy urged me on with a short thrust of his hips and I licked again. There was another spurt of precum, my tongue lapped it and I swallowed.

I had to open wide to get the thick, bulbous head of his penis past my lips. I tentatively reached up and placed my shaking hand around his big penis. I was tempted to stroke it. Troy's hand was still twined in my hair, pulling my face even closer toward his groin.

I shut my eyes and concentrated on sucking lightly at the tip of his penis, but Troy was having none of that.

"Look at my cock, Liam," Troy said, tightening the grip that he had on my hair.

I immediately did as he instructed. I opened my eyes and looked at Troy's cock and balls. He was well hung, but I already knew that. His cock was longer and thicker than mine covered in raised veins, and his balls were big. The tip of his cock was shiny and wet from my sucking.

I let my eyes run up Troy's torso, taking in all the muscles of his amazing body as he stood over me until I reached his face. He was staring down directly at me. There was something glittering in his eyes that I couldn't quite make out. Something, hungry and raw; completely animalistic.

My hand began to slide up and down his penis in short, careful strokes. As I watched, Troy shut his eyes and let his head fall back. He let out a sigh of pleasure. I allowed my eyes to return to his big cock looming right before my eyes and I knew what I would do.

Timidly, I opened my mouth and Troy's hard penis slid right in. I couldn't take very much, but I opened my mouth as far as it would go and tried to take as much of him as possible. I brought my other hand up and placed it under his cock, gently cupping his balls. Troy jerked and I froze. I held my breath, afraid to move with his huge penis stuffed in my mouth.

Suddenly the hand clutching my hair relaxed and I felt Troy's fingers stroking through the soft strands. I slowly exhaled and then gradually tested the weight of his testicles, fondling them tenderly and rolling the balls between my fingers.

I began suctioning with my mouth, drawing long and hard on his penis. What I lacked in skill and technique I made up for with eagerness and enthusiasm. I knew that Troy had been with many boys and I couldn't hope to be as good as them, but that didn't stop me from wanting to please him.

Troy began to pump his cock into my mouth in time with my sucking. His cock was long and slick, and felt a little strange inside my mouth. I alternated between sucking deep and licking his bobbing cock, slurping at the tip. It grew in my mouth, and I allowed it to slide deeper and deeper down my throat. There was a fiery sensation along every inch of my skin that his penis touched.

The sudden awareness of Troy's thick, hot cock meat in my small mouth made me shiver with a mixture of fear and excitement. I had never given head before, but I was actually sucking Troy Harrington off. And I was enjoying it.

"That's right, baby, suck it," Troy encouraged me. "That's it. Just like that."

His words gave me confidence and I sucked more vigorously, trying to take as much of him down my throat as I could. I wanted him to come. I wanted his come. I wanted him flooding my mouth with his hot flavor.

My wish was granted soon enough. I felt Troy's balls tightening right before a splash of semen hit the back of my throat. I was a little surprised by the quantity and I struggled not to gag. I swallowed his come enthusiastically. All pretense of me sucking his cock against my will was gone. I gulped his thick, creamy cum down my throat until he was done shooting his load.

I slowly released his cock and let it slide out of my mouth with a final slurping sound. Now that he was done coming I was at a loss as to what to do. I just kept my head bowed and remained kneeling before him on the floor.

After a few moments of silence, I glanced up at Troy and he grinned at me knowingly. I suddenly felt shame as I eyed the dick I had just sucked so hotly.

"I ... I ... I got carried away," I whispered. "I didn't mean to do that."

Troy started laughing and I wanted to die. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to shut my ears to the humiliating laughter. All of a sudden, Troy stopped laughing and there was silence. I waited a full minute, listening for any sounds. There was nothing. I carefully opened my eyes and found my room empty.

I looked down at myself and saw that I was still fully clothed. I had dreaming. It had all been a dream. Troy hadn't been here and we hadn't had sex again for the second time in one year. I let out a sigh and fell back on my bed in a heavy flop.

Great, now I was dreaming about him. It was definitely time for me to do something about this.

Just when I thought I had everything figured out, Troy had to go and mess everything up again. Well, that was fine. The bottom line was that he didn't want me and he made sure that I knew it. I'd show him, I vowed. He may not want me, but others did. Roman did. I was pretty sure of it.

Roman Harris-Warrick. What could one say about Roman Harris-Warrick? He spoke slowly. Some thought, a little too slowly. But I knew he wasn't stupid. He just ... spoke slowly.

My mind warned me that I was probably making a mistake, but I didn't want to listen. Besides, I rationalized; I wasn't going to use Roman, at least not the way that Troy had used me. I felt a niggling sensation, maybe guilt, but I brushed it aside. I had nothing to feel guilty about. It's not like I was going to do anything Roman didn't want.

I would have to make sure to look my best tonight. I wasn't as good looking as Troy or the guys, and I had accepted that. All I could do was try and make do with what I had. Okay, so it wasn't like I wasn't good looking, I just happened to have exceptionally attractive friends and next to them, I appeared almost ... plain.

My lack of looks had never bothered me before. I didn't know why it would start now. I had always been called the smart one or the serious one, while the other guys had always been referred to by name. It wasn't necessary for them to have any distinctive characteristics for others to recognize them by. It was like the other guys were excused from having a personality just by virtue of being handsome.

I sighed again and sunk deeper into my bed. At times like this I wanted to go back to bed and stay there forever. But, I knew I couldn't do that. It was getting late and I still needed to ask Roman over to my house for tonight. I reached over to the side of my bed and picked up my phone.

I was about to push the `on' button when I realized that I had no idea what Roman's number was. I didn't want to get up and start looking through the directory. Then a thought came to me, Danny probably knew what it was.

I was just about to push the `on' button again to call Danny and ask hime, when the phone actually rang. Without I thinking, I answered it before checking the caller I.D.

"Hello?" I asked into the receiver.

"Liam? It's Troy. We have to talk," came the voice at the other end.