This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblances to reality including: names, physical descriptions, actions, and events are purely coincidental. This story WILL contain explicit sexual contents regarding consenting adults, I'm just not sure when. If it is illegal for you to view such material, I suggest you stop reading now. If not, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing.
Note: I apologize for the delay of this chapter. It has been a busy week with school.
The Start of Something 4 T. Vincent
I shouldn't have to be afraid to go places with Cam. Then again, I'm not. Why should I? Who in this day and age would bully me? If they did try, I'd kick their ass. So, how many Catholics' asses tomorrow would I have to kick? I was sure these religious people would not bully me tomorrow, but then again, the people who bullied me when I was younger were such. I lay on my sofa for a while, thinking about tomorrow. I hated churches. Why the hell did Cam want to go to a church? `Then brunch!' so he said...
I never liked church. My father was Catholic and my mother wasn't anything. I was never pushed to attend church by my father, in fact, it was quite the opposite. And no, I didn't hate church because a dirty perverted priest touched me. Contrary, that would've made my childhood better. I had troubles making friends when I was in elementary school. Kids didn't like me because I appeared "effeminate." I couldn't exactly help that... I was gay! I was bullied. My father thought it would be a good idea to socialize me with the children from his church in the youth group. Was that a mistake! None those children accepted me. They picked on me for being skinny and frail and soft spoken. Oh yeah, and they also picked on me for being "effeminate," and "quiet." Like any of that was a character flaw. Sunday youth group was beat the faggot day. Oh they called me plenty of names too. Faggot, queer, sissy, pussy, bitch, et cetera, you name it, I've heard it. Although, I did enjoy hearing those slurs, particularly the homophobic ones. They felt like acknowledgement or reassurance that I was gay. I definitely wasn't afraid to be gay. I just didn't enjoy the hostility from other people. Well, eventually the name calling turned into religious bullying. I didn't believe that crap about me going to hell, or Jesus doesn't love fags, and et cetera. I was annoyed. After two months having endured those punishments, my father eventually found me black and blue and decided to withdraw me from the youth group. He didn't ask me what or who inflicted it upon me. He went straight to the youth group leader, chewed him out, and withdrew me. Eventually, he withdrew himself from that church and then stopped going altogether.
Ugh, I picked up the phone and dialed.
"Troy Boy! You're on speakerphone! How are you son?" my dad picked up. "Hi dad, how are you?! Hi mom?" I was happy that he actually picked up. "Hi!" my mother squeaked.
"I'm good son, what's going on?" Well, at least he sounded happy. "Um, just a quick religion question. What do people DO on a Sunday at a Catholic church?"
"Well, people attended mass, sat in pews, listened to a priest, and received communion. Or do you want a more abstract explanation?" Dad answered. "Um, no, that's a pretty good answer." I hesitated. My father went on to elaborate specifically how people attended mass and sat in pews and et cetera. I was slightly over it now.
"So, Troy Boy, why the sudden interest?" Of course he'd ask. "Um... I have sort of a date at church tomorrow."
"Troy!! A date in a church? That's a bit tacky don't you think?" Of course he'd berate me. I heard mom in the background, "Al, if Troy wants to date priest, he dates priest. Stop being so God damn stupid!" She projected towards the phone, "Honey, I'm happy for you. You found boyfriend. And a priest! That means he is very clean and educated."
"Mom, I'm not dating the priest..." she cut me off, "Well, honey, I'm still proud that you're exploring sex. It's good you are more gay. Now I have something to talk about at club." My mother gambled with a bunch of old Asian women. They called it a club, my father just called it pure gossiping and bragging. She continued, "That bitch Mai is always talk how her son is dating model."
My father echoed, "Bryan's dating a model? Wow, that's pretty impressive for him actually. I always felt his hare-lip was kind of a setback." Mom retorted, "It is! He's dating girl that do not eat. Big handicap!"
"Would you both stop talking and listen to me?" I hollered through the phone. "I'm not dating a priest! I'm not exploring my sex'. I'm not more gay. I'm just going to church tomorrow with a guy who I've been on ONE date with." Then I heard myself. I'm just going to church tomorrow with a guy who I've only been on one date with...' That shouldn't be a big deal. I was making it out to be one. I should just be breezy and relaxed. That was probably how Cam felt when he asked me to go. This guy, potentially, has fallen in love with me; he wouldn't take me someplace for me to be embarrassed or bullied. Before I drifted off to my thoughts I heard my mother's voice.
"Well, I'm just happy you have boyfriend. Is he gay?" `What the hell kind of question is that?'
"Yes mom, he's gay." I heard my father wrestled my mother away from the speakerphone. "Troy Boy, I know you don't like churches but don't worry, it's just mass. Nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen. Tell us more about this guy." I felt better. My mother and father were quite happy as I related about Cam. I purposefully left out the kiss, but my mother asked anyways, "You two had the gay sex yet?"
"No mom. We're keeping it innocent still." I knew she would ask.
"That's good Troy Boy. I didn't raise a son that would want to sleep with a guy he just met. And after ONE date." `Yes you did dad...' I thought to myself.
"Al, you're stupid. Don't listen to your father Troy." Thanks mom. "He made me sleep with him after three dates." No thanks mom. "Don't be afraid Troy, have gay sex with him." Thanks mom. "Or do what you they call it on TV. What is it called Al? Yeah, give him "blow job." No... actually, not a bad idea mom. "He Jew?" `I just told you we're going to church mom...'
After being fed a few more questions, I decided it was departure time, "Okay. Thanks for your help guys." `What help?!' "I'm going to head to bed now. Gotta wake up tomorrow for um... church. Night, love you both."
"Night baby Boy. And if you get nervous tomorrow, call us during mass okay? We'll be at the Tennis Club's breakfast.." My father reassured. "Um, yeah, I'll call you tomorrow."
I hung up and went to the shower. I soaped my hair and stood there for a moment wondering about Cam. It would be nice if he was in the shower with me right now, soaping up my back. Well, maybe more than my back. I started playing with my nipples with one hand and jacking off with the other thinking about Cam behind me. His big, powerful hands were lathering my back with bubbles and suds. Then he would lean it closer and his half-erect penis would be resting itself between the crevice of my butt cheeks. And he would rub his penis between my cheeks until it began to grow and grow. Then he would cover the head of his penis with soap and carefully guide it to my hole, hungrily begging for his stiff pole. He would tease my hole with the head; never fully penetrating me, just inching the tip in slowly. He would tease my hungry hole with the head of his penis but never penetrate me. Cam would want to claim my virginity in a more delicate situation. As he would pull me closer to him and kiss my neck, his hands would grab my nipples and gently rub them. Each finger would delicately ruminate over my erect nipples, stopping at times to pinch them and torture me with excitement. Then those fingers would trail themselves down my sides and discover their purpose at my cheeks. His fingers would exert their force and grip both my swelling butt cheeks, parting them aside and making more room for his engorged penis. He would not slip his entire length in me. He would instead, fold my legs together and rest his chest on my back. Slowly but surely, his penis would find itself between my thighs as his fingers retrace their destination back to my nipples.. And as slowly, it would disappear between my thighs and reappear with more assertion. With each slow thrust, Cam's force alone would push my body closer and closer to the shower wall until my chest and face hug it. with every thrust, the head of Cam's penis would meet my balls on the other side. He wouldn't penetrate me. He would frustrate me until I begged and begged for him to enter. But he would never do it. I would only feel his shaft between my thighs. All of my efforts to back myself into rock hard manhood would be in vain. Cam would use his stronger, more muscular, and developed stature to restrain me and let me know exactly how I should behave. He would rubbed his penis around my hole again to prove that no matter how much I begged, he would not relent. His more dominant frame would suppress my body and I would have no choice but to submit to him. With my body against the wall of my shower, Cam would continues his thrusts between my thighs, carefully letting the length caress my crevice but not letting me have satisfaction. And I would discern Cam's tongue underneath the water, flickering the lobe of my left ear. The flickering rhythm would harmonize with his powerful hip thrusts. The rhythm would soon slow down as his tongue traversed to my ear and his thrust would become more and more penetrating. And as suddenly as the feeling of his tongue overwhelming my ear, his thrust would become faster and more sporadic. Immediately, I would feel an immense grip on my body as Cam's body would pulsate. His arms would lock down my body and his lips would render my neck immobilize. As his breath would intensify and elongate, I would feel his penis enlarge and release its tension, all of its tension. As I looked down, I could see the creamy white liquid swirling around on my big toe. I thought to myself, `I would never let Cam's go to waste."
I crawled into bed drained but not tired. I was too anxious about tomorrow but not about church. I was anxious about getting to see Cam again. I kind of wanted to fuck in church.
If there was a noise I hate in this world it was that of a cell phone. It was always next to you and the stupid noise is in your face. And no matter how hard you pressed ignore, it would resume ringing within five minutes. I hated morning phone calls. I had to pick it up.
"Troy? Are you awake?" It was Cam. It was also 7:00. Begrudgingly, I responded, "Yes, I am."
"Okay, good. I'm about to leave my house to come get you. Would you like some coffee or anything?" He sounded way too pleasant at 7:00 A.M. "Oh, no. Thank you though. A shower usually wakes me right up." Total lie. "Okay, I'll see you in about five minutes." He hung up. `FIVE MINUTES?' How far away from me does he live? And more importantly, I can't take a shower in five minutes... So I called him back, "Hey Cam? I'm gonna leave the front door open okay. It's house 505 on Richmond." I lived in a condo. "Just walk in and make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna take a shower." He said yes and I jumped into the shower.
I knew I didn't have enough time to jack off but what am I going to do with this persistent hard-on? I brushed my teeth in the shower and started lathering up. My hands eventually found my penis when I heard, "Do you always brush then masturbate?" I jumped out of my skin. Cam was peeking through the curtains behind me. I quickly covered my privates as his face etched that captivating smile. "Don't stop because of me. I would like to continue viewing." Without missing a beat, and partially because I was beet red, I said, "Oops, all done." I turned off the water, snatched the towel and immediately hid my lower body. Cam looked a bit distraught. I jump out of the shower and took a minute to stare at Cam; he looked so handsome. He wore a pair of striped slacks, a blue vertically-striped shirt, and a simple little taupe tie with footballs prints. I believed he took his suit off to go peeping tom. He grabbed my waist while I was still wet and pulled me in. To my delight, his lips found their ways onto mind. It was such a turn on.
"Can I see underneath the towel? I didn't get a good enough look." At this point, I didn't care if it was honesty or blatant come on, I removed my towel. Cam palmed my testicles and my penis all with one hand. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Then again, I was enjoying him. "Sorry, I have a habit of looking with my hand." I smiled and leaned in to kiss him again. The feeling of having someone reciprocate an affectionate action was something I longed. Why did I miss out on it all of these years?
"I need to get dressed Cam, or we won't make mass." He nodded his head and released the pleasure-filled captivity he had on my privates. When was I going to see his?! Cam stood there and watched me get dressed. I could hear him breathe slowly and deeply as I put on clothes. I know I haven't had sex yet but... isn't that reaction supposed to happen when people are taking clothes off? I slipped on my underwear as I felt Cam's hand reached out for a feel. No, not my underwear, my ass. He retracted as I managed my shirt and tie. Before I had a chance to pull my slacks up, he leaned in and once again felt my ass. You really can't rape the willing. I reluctantly put on my shoes and we marched to his car. I opened the door for him. Just because.
"How did you get here so fast?" I said as we made our way to the church. "I live on Birchwood." Oh! Wow... that IS five minutes away from my place. I should've realized these things, especially when he drove behind me for the majority of the time after our first date, only to turn at the last few stops. "Why did it take you so long to shower? Not that I'm complaining. It was nice to peek in."
I just laughed and brushed it off, "I take a long time for a lot of things, that's why I'm always late." He laughed, "Always late?"
"Yes, remember the blind date? I just have a punctuality problem."
He nodded his head and smiled. That beautiful smile always made me weak. "You looked so cute this morning." Cam looked and smiled at me. I blushed, "What? Nude?" He just nodded. "No h..."
"What?" I turned to Cam, having not discerned his whisper.
"Oh, I said you have no hair on your body. You don't even have much pubes." He turned toward the church. "It's sexy." He made his way into the parking lot. I was feeling pretty good about myself at this point. A guy has definitely not paid me this much flattering attention before. I wanted to do dirty things to Cam. As Cam slipped on his jacket, I stood there and stared at the church. This was definitely intimidating. I couldn't believe how many people that was here at 7:00 A.M. Did these people not have better things to do on a Sunday? Did these kids not have sleepovers to attend? Surely there was cartoon on TV. I shuddered. Cam grabbed my hand and led me. I pulled away immediately out of reflex.
"I'm sorry. Did you not want to do this in public?" He turned around looking a bit sad.
"Um... I'm just not comfortable. Not because I don't want to hold your hand. It's just because it's this place." I grimaced. But Cam nodded his head, "I understand. Well, we have to hurry, mass starts soon."
Cam led me through these grand doors, often times I had to push people out of the way. Several families waved hello to him, but he simply smiled and hurried inside. I was so glad he didn't stop and made conversations with them. We sat down in a pew several rows behind hundreds of people and the altar. I picked up a Bible in front of me, opened it and started to read. It was very boring. Cam didn't say much. He was too busy looking around to the sound of his name being projected by several pairs of lips. He was also confused since those sounds echoed throughout this huge church. I got to about the end of Genesis 3 when Cam tapped me on the shoulder, "You having fun?"
I laughed, "As much fun as God did when he created the universe." He jabbed my side with his elbow, "Ha ha, I'm really you decided to come with me. I hate going to church alone." The only thought in my head was `When are we sneaking off to confession and fuck?!' But I couldn't tell him that. "Yeah, this is definitely a different way I'm spending my Sunday." We laughed and made more small talk. Mass started, promptly at 8:00. I understood the majority of what was going on. I took Latin classes as my minor in college and hearing certain things in the mass help made a lot of sense out of it. At one point, the people to the sides, I guessed ushers, motioned for people to start standing. I turned to Cam, "What's going on?" He pointed to the front, "The priest is about to give them their communion. We're gonna go as soon as it's our row."
So Cam got up and I followed him. Several people looked at me bewildered, as if they've never seen me before. How the hell were they going to differentiate me in this church of hundreds!? I mimicked Cam, knelt down, blood of Christ, body, et cetera. The priest handed me a circular piece of cracker, I stuffed it in my mouth and took a sip of what appeared to be grape juice. We circled back and sat down at the pew. The ceremony seemed to go on and on for about another two hours, then the priest dismissed us. This time, Cam grabbed my hand and led me through the mess of people. I didn't exactly have an opportunity to pull away. And then he stopped. "Good morning Cam. Lovely service don't you think?" A woman in her late 50s with curled blond hair and glasses stood in front of Cam. She was accompanied by a man also in his late 50s, portly and bald. I assumed that was her husband. Or fuck buddy.
"Yes, great service. How are you?" Cam really did make small talk. "I'm good. Good to see you at church again. I'm surprise you didn't come sit with us."
I was surprised we didn't sit you guys either. Cam thought the opposite, "We got here late and pews started filling pretty quickly." Late? It was 7:20. "Well, nonetheless, I'm glad you came. You haven't been since... well, since Emily." I saw Cam's facial expressions shifted. He looked a bit sad and morose. "Yeah, well, I'm glad to be back in church. Oh, guys, I want to introduce you to someone." He pulled me by the hand and presented me to the couple. "Troy this is my parents, Lily and Al. Guys, this is my friend Troy." Friend?! Actually, that was the wrong reaction. PARENTS!? Well, I composed myself `This couldn't be that bad. They're just his parents.'
"Hello Troy. How are you?" Al extended his hand. I gripped and the only thing I knew to say was, "I'm good. You know, my father's name is Al also." He replied, "Is that right? Well, I'm Alvin. What's your father?" I smiled, "He's Alden. But same difference really." The mother turned to me, "It's very nice to meet you Troy. Will you be accompanying us to brunch today?"
"Um... I believe I will. Where are we going?" This was all moving so fast. I just met his parents and now I was about to head to brunch with them. Cam moved fast. Lily continued, "Ah, we're going to meet you guys at the Club. It's crab cakes Sunday, Al's favorite." I smiled, `This couldn't be THAT bad, they're nice people. I'm just overreacting.'
"Well, let's head out then." Al said and motioned for us all to depart. Cam was still holding my hand. I didn't pull away. I didn't mind it anymore. We made our way to the car and nothing. No one made an obscene comment or a lewd, derogatory gesture to this homosexual couple holding hands at church. I opened the door for Cam. He smiled and shooed me to the passenger side. We pulled out of the church parking lot and I thought about the entire experience. Cam broke the silence.
"Are you mad at me?" I looked at him, "No. I don't really have any reasons to be." I think Cam had a reason for something though, "I'm pretty sure things must be going pretty fast for you right now. Going to church with me, meeting my parents, and having brunch with them and all. I hope I didn't scare you."
I thought about the fact that he was aware of how fast he's going. But I didn't care. "I don't mind Cam. Really, it's nice to meet your parents. They seem like nice people. But um, I'm just a friend?"
Cam was about to reply and suddenly he paused, "No. You're not a friend." That was it. No added clauses. Just You're not a friend.' I sat there for about twenty seconds expecting a but' or an and' or just something but nothing. So, I added. "I'm a date." He smiled, took my hand, and continued driving silently. We arrived at the Pioneer Club, an incredibly high and fruity place for rich people. I've only been here a few times when my boss decided it was cute to take me to social meetings or when he literally needed a date for a stupid "business luncheon." When I said I'm his bitch, I really meant it. Anyways, this place is full of what you'd called "old money." The stench of old money' perpetually reeked in this place. I've always felt underdressed and inept here. Cam opted for valet and then held my hands, once again leading me inside. The maître d', who did not respond kindly to me asking `Are you the host here?' showed us to our reserved table. Reserved table... clearly this was all planned. But I didn't care. A few minutes later, Cam's parents arrived and seated. I ordered mimosas (not for everyone, just me). Cam's mother took the liberty of getting us all appetizers and drinks (she ordered Bloody Mary's, not for everyone, just her). Then Al said, "So Cam, how did you two meet?"
Cam sipped on his mimosa and glanced at me quickly, having turned back to his parent, he simply said, "Blind date." Lily and Al nodded their heads. Whether or not this was approval, I didn't care. Plenty of people went on blind dates.
"Ah, well, that's a fair way to meet new people. How long have you guys been dating then?" Al continued. At this point, I wasn't sure how I would answer this question without making it seemed like Cam and I have only been on one date. So, instead of letting Cam answer it, I beat him to the punch, "A day. Since Saturday."
I saw an etching of what was a smile on Lily's face. Al simply chuckled, "Ha ha, meeting the parents after only one date!" He glanced at me, "My boy sure moves quickly huh?" Feigning a smile, I went back to my mimosa. Al continued, "Cam, we didn't know you like men this much. This was faster than Emily."
I was annoyed at that comment. He shouldn't have compared me to the ex-wife... I was sure I'm hotter than her! Cam was equally annoyed, but surprisingly, so was Lily, "Now, don't compare dumb things like that Al. I think it's clear that Cam's affection towards Troy is much different than his toward Emily." Thanks "mom."
"Besides, I have a feeling Cam wouldn't want us to meet Troy here unless he wanted to tell us something." Lily smiled. She seemed to be a very reserved but understanding woman. Although, what she said was pretty thought invoking, so I turned to Cam. "You're not proposing here are you?"
He simply laughed and put his arm around my shoulder; in front of the parents. "No, we're not getting married. I just wanted you to meet my parents."
I didn't mind meeting his parents. I didn't even mind going to church with him. At this point, I was pretty much comfortable with doing anything with Cam. Call it the excitement of a first date or the anxiousness of being around someone who made you comfortable, whatever it was, I liked it. The four of us spent brunch talking about me. Which was weird! I've never spoken about myself that much, especially out of a business context. I think by the end of brunch all three of them concluded that I talked too much. I concluded I talked too much. Al picked up the bill, to Cam and my reluctance. But, whatever, I was just happy that they didn't hate me. Cam and I walked his parents to their car and said our good-byes. Lily hugged me and Al shook my hand. It felt good to know they liked me. I sat in Cam's car fiddling with my joy accomplishment as he drove me home. On the way back, he struck conversation, one that I didn't think he thought about.
"Am I moving too fast for you?" I sat there and thought about the best way to answer it. "Yes." Okay, that was the best I could've come up with. Wasn't the most delicately placed but I think it captured the point.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things go so quickly. I guess I just got so excited being around you." I could relate to Cam. I got a bit too excited also. He continued, "If whenever you felt things are moving too quickly, tell me. We don't have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with. I just like being around you."
I obliged, "I like being around you too. But maybe, next time, no church. Not really my thing."
We laughed until we got back to my place. Cam walked me to my door and once again placed his hands just appropriately where they belonged. He pulled me to him and softly kissed me. I slipped my tongue in his mouth. No objection. So I kept doing it. We stood at my door kissing for several minutes. Cam finally pulled away because he was out of breath. I wanted to keep going. We hugged and left. I spent the remainder of the day catching up on my works. Finally, after dinner and a shower I jumped out of my clothes and immediately on my bed. Quickly, I pulled out my cum towel and proceeded to relive a certain kiss I just had. I never slept so peaceful that night.
Cam and I spent many more nights out with each other. The following three days we went to several lunches and dinners with each other. I was beginning to feel like I was dating him. Cam told me on Wednesday night that he had to go out of town for a few days on a business conference. He was going to be gone Friday to Tuesday. I was sad. I wanted to take him to the symphony with me. He assured me he would be back. `What kind of reassurance is that?!' What, he's going to get in his car, drive 150 something miles just to never see me again? Anyways, I told him I was bummed and he promised me he'll make it up to me. In my mind, the only way he should make it up to me is with some hardcore fucking. Truth be told, I was incredibly sexually frustrated at this point. I was not above making the first move but I felt that Cam really wanted to slow things down after the church/parents/brunch Sunday. So, I didn't push it. Maybe my mother was right, I should just give him the blow job. And because I missed the "window," I won't see him for the next few days. Just great!
Cam called me to tell me he was getting on the road that Friday. Still sexually frustrated, I told him don't go. He thought it was cute. So cute that he was still going to get in his car and leave. I was sexual bummed. So, once again, I had to find better distractions. It was Friday and there was a Beethoven concert. Of course I was getting dressed to go. I was once again late but not by much. The concert started at the usual time each Friday, 7:00. I arrived there at the usual time each Friday, 7:10. I had to fight through some heavy traffic and hellish parking. Nonetheless, I made it! I purchased my ticket and made my way through the crowd of NOBODY! I hope being 10 minutes late wasn't that bad. Suddenly, I saw him. He was leaning on a beam, right leg crossed over the other, and hands in his pockets. Dressed in khakis with his black polo tucked in, sported a light scruff, and hair slightly slicked back. Then he saw me. Then those brown shoes tapped tapped tapped tapped tapped towards me. Finally having traced his steps to me, he stood in front of me and smiled. I glanced up from those shoes to his eyes. Then to those lips that softly spoke.
"Why are you always late?" his voice found themselves to my ears. Yet, I couldn't gather anything to respond. All I could think about was him in front of me. "Been waiting for you all evening. Wanted to surprise you."
Why? Why was he waiting for me? I was speechless.
To be continued...
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