All my usual disclaimers apply here and as usual please tell me what you think of the story I always value what people tell me and I always reply without fail.
Another great writer, the author of stronger than he knows has asked me for a name for the main character and I need people to write to me to tell me whether they think it's a good idea or a bad one and any name suggestions.
From Part 3:
I slowly awoke surprised by four things the first was the big banner saying Happy Birthday, wow I missed my birthday judging from the darkness outside. The second was Zara and Scar in the corner; to see them was like heaven... which doesn't exist `cos if it did then there would be hell and if there's hell then I might be screwed which would make my mum right and I hate that smug look she has. The third and the happiest was seeing gran leaning on my dad's chest both asleep just like Scar and Zara. However the fourth was the worst by far.
My mother in the door way with an angry glare and scowl on her face directed at me with my little brother smiling darkly next to her.
Part 4
"M-M-Mum" I stuttered out quietly so as not to wake everyone up whilst i suddenly realised from the grin off the little bastards face that he may have imparted some not too good information to my mother. Lucky me.
"Son we are here to help you" she said to me with a cross in one hand and a bible in the other. However that was no ordinary bible that was the bible she came to claim through her family as an heirloom. Originally from the Vatican. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Sweetie prepare the holy water" she said turning from me to my brother as he got out an adorned flask with what I'm guessing was holy water. The sudden need to vomit was just as strong as the sudden need to twist my head all the way round. Seeing how she would react to that was enough to make me giggle out load.
"The demon shows itself" she whispered through a hoarse whisper in shock. Oh My God. She was gonna do what I thought she was gonna do and judging from the amount of prayer she was doing and the amount of times I heard her channel the `light of god into her soul and being', I knew she was planning to exercise me.
Fucking cow. How dare she. Besides what sort of demon is gonna be in me, I swear she needs the name to banish whatever illusion she has in her mind.
"Demon I silence you in the name of Jesus Christ" she said dipping the cross in the holy water and flicking at me. It was cold so naturally I flinched at it however my mother seen it in a different light.
"It burns you does it not demon." she stated in a low tone containing her light of god or whatever was driving her to this. No it didn't burn but I let her continue with the charade out of lack of energy to stop her and that I was unfazed by it all. I am who I am. Besides at some point she's gonna shout and well I don't know how grans gonna react to this especially considering how badly she reacted to mum bringing in the bible.
"Sitri I command you in the name of Jesus Christ to leave my sons body now!" she finally screamed at me... wait who in the world is Sitri.
Everyone in the room awakened as she roared and my Dad and Grandma stood up as though they'd been hit with lightning. Zara and Scar just looked aghast at the situation completely unaware of what was going on.
"We are trying to cleanse him from the homosexual demon that resides within him" she said to everyone in the room. My father's face twisted into a blind rage much the same as my gran's. Scar and Zara looked shocked at my mum whether it is from the revelation of my sexuality or the fact that she was trying to exorcise her son is beyond me. "Well come help me then" my mother said in direction to my father.
"I think you should leave" said my Dad. "I except my son as he has been made as god has seen fit" He spoke with a rising voice whilst trying to keep his anger contained.
"But dad he's wrong he doesn't deserve to live. He should have died as soon as he cut his wrists. That's why I left him there" my little brother let slip. Everyone looked shocked including my mother; hell even my little brother looked shocked. He looked like he was about to shit himself.
"You what?!" my mother shrieked and my father roared. "Why would you want him to die?" she asked in a fit of confusion.
Are you shitting me woman you trying to exorcise me isn't much worse than trying to kill me.
"Oh so you do care, could have fooled me" I muttered under my breath just loud enough to be heard.
"But I do care sweet heart that's why I did this for you, that's why we are all going to do this for you" she said whilst picking up her apparatus "come on everyone let us pray for him" she spoke again raising her hands in the air.
"No, you need to leave" my Dad said grabbing her arm and yanking it down whilst using his other hand to nudge her towards the door.
"But-But-But I need to help" she just managed to stammer out as she realised that what her husband said about accepting me is true. He accepts me.
"You're not welcome here anymore... and take your son with you" he said pushing my brother out the room along with her.
"Now that your awake Happy Birthday son!" my dad said to me with some excitement creeping into his tone.
And that was the best birthday present I could have asked for. Him loving me for whom I was.
After I had finished a bit of birthday cake that they had saved for me I turned to my dad and thanked him for defending me.
"Thank you so much for that dad I love you so much" I said on the verge of tears. Barely.
"It's all good son. Well it's not but I won't let any harm come to you. Your my son no matter what and I love you" he replied, his eyes welling up well past the verge of tears. "I'm gonna give you and your friends some space, come on mum" he said to me and my gran.
"We'll be right outside love" my gran said to me as she and my dad walked out. Leaving me and my two very good friends. Both had small smiles on their faces nothing sinister or aghast, nothing fearful or false. They just sat there staring at me through the silence. Not an awkward silence. Ok I lie it was awkward as fuck.
"So you like to take it up the ass then" Scar said breaking the ice whilst gaining a chuckle out of Zara and me. Scarlett, subtle as a flying brick.
"No I don't. Well not yet anyways." I softly said back with a small smile on my face whilst they returned my small smile.
"We always kinda thought you were" Zara spoke up bringing the conversation back to a more serious note. "Well I did anyways I don't know about Scarlett but you always had a long lingering gaze whenever Milo was around" she said with a glint in her eyes and a smirk on her mouth.
"Yeah I did notice how much you stared at my brother" Scar said with a smirk of her own. "He's bi you know. You're his type. I could set you up if you like" she said with a massive grin.
Boom headshot. My head exploded with 2 good points one kinda half bad point. I'd heard bad things about bi people having multiple relationships and being greedy but I personally don't know any so I can't chat about them badly but screw all that he was available! I was his type! Oh and I had a foot in the door.
"R-R-Really! You would do that for me?!" I exclaimed in a panic of shock and awe at her for being such a great friend. I would have loved to have jumped up and hugged the life out of her however I was strapped down with wires and I was drugged to the nines. A boy who hates BDSM is bed bound. Joyous.
"Of course I can I mean sure he's 5 years older than us and bigger than you and more muscular and hairier and your dad will freak along with your mum but you'll get a boyfriend who if he's anything like me will be great in bed and very tactile". She said both giving me a fresh load of worries and nearly a fresh load in my pyjamas. I mean I would love to date Milo and have as much sex as possible with the hot twenty-two year old. Yet there was the issue of my parents. My mum may in some twisted way mean well but if she thought I was dating someone she would die on the spot and dad I know he was trying but if I brought all this as well I don't know whether he'd have a panic attack, faint or start drinking heavily. But I am who I am. No more closets.
"Please say as many good words as you can Scar" I said to her with a big grin on my face.
"Don't worry I've already put in a few over the years she said leaning closer to me "and trust me when I say I've had a very many positive responses". She whispered in my ear whilst I concentrated on what she was saying whilst also concentrating on keeping my hard on down.
"Now if I can pull you two nymphomaniacs out of your reverie I have dinner to get, Scarlett has her boyfriend to satisfy and a brother to persuade whilst you need your rest" Zara said matter of factly trying to find a way to get out whilst trying to be polite.
"Say hi to your parents for me" I shouted after Zara as she left the room.
"Don't worry I'll talk to my bro later you'll probably see him tomorrow." She said in a reassuring tone." Now if you don't mind I have a sexy young gentleman wearing incredibly tight jeans that just needs my lips on his dick" she said. Scarlett, subtle as playboy that one.
"Say hi to Adam for me" I called after her as she waltzed out the room.
The n I settled into sleep realising that except for that slight incident earlier, today was a great day and for the first time I entered the darkness of my own accord.
"Come on wake up" was all I heard in the morning as the light flooded behind my eyelids. What was the point of eyelids if they didn't block out the light. I grabbed my pillow and pulled it over my head to block out the light and the noise of someone talking to me. Unfortunately the head didn't last on my head for all that long as it was yanked off my head forcing me to open my eyes. At first I didn't realise what I was staring at. All I could figure out was that it was red and bumpy. Then I figured those bumps were muscles and the red was a tight t-shirt and then I looked up and he looked down. Milo.
"Hello" I kinda whispered at him suddenly more nervous than last night when I was dreaming about his lips on mine and his dick in my hand as I felt the warmth from it emanating into my palm getting it hot sweaty providing extra lube to his flowing pre-cum as he neared orgasm knowing that it was me doing this to body and his mouth latching onto my neck as he came hard onto me. Yet that was just fantasy and here he was standing in all his chiselled glory his hair darker than I remembered. It looked browner. It looked better.
"I thought you were blond?" I asked searching for an ice breaker.
"Yeh I was but I decided to die it light brown as I goes better with my body, don't you think?" he asked back making me blush and making my dick rise faster than bread in a supernova. God I had no control over that thing although he wasn't exactly complaining about the sight. In fact if anything he was ogling it.
"Scarlett put in a very good word for you." He spoke softly watching me get harder and redder. "Although she didn't have to I like you." He spoke with a more husky voice as he started to lean down towards my head. "I like your tight young smooth body" he said with one hand moving along my bare stomach as his head made its way to my ear "and those piercing green eyes you have are dazzling" he whispered in my ear "and the size of your dick kind of helps" he said moving his hand from my stomach to hover over my dick not touching. Just grazing.
"Say my name that's all the permission I need to have you. I know you want me and you know I want you so just say it. Say my name and ill drive you into a new height" he whispered huskier than ever sending his voice into my ear sending shockwaves to my brain which sent electricity to my dick.
"No" I whispered surprising him and me.
"Say what?!" he said rising in complete shock.
"Yes, yes, yes I want you but I want you, want you" I stressed "not just a one-time want you". I said to him hoping he got what I meant before my dick starts to go down.
"Oh well say my name and you've got me for as long as you want me" he said to me turning up his husky voice again.
"Milo" was apparently all the permission he needed as he had previously said. His lips latched onto min his tongue gaining instant access to my mouth pressing into me sending fire through my lips from his warmth and his passion. His hand also swiftly landed on my dick groping, grabbing and squeezing. The electricity was like nothing. When I was on my own it was hard to separate the feelings when your arms aching and you're doing yourself but when it's another person. Bliss. I know in the world a hand job isn't much but it was nirvana for me. Pure pleasure rippled through me as his chest pushed into mine as he lay on me his hand grabbing my dick through the fabric his tongue latching onto my Adams apple.
"Son!" was the exclaimed gasp my father made as he found his newly out son hard with his dick in the hand of an older man who happened to be the brother of one of my best friends.
I was nearly right as he fainted into a chair.
"I'll go get a nurse" milo said to me as he pulled the blanket over me again and wen t to find someone.
Shit.
Read the top if you haven't already as there is some stuff about the possible naming of the main character.
Reece