-------------- LEGAL SHIT -------------- All usual disclaimers apply. This story depicts a gay relationship between two consenting teenagers. This story contains sex between gay teenage boys, so if you're under 18 there's probably some stupid law that says you can't read this. However, reading this stupid ass disclaimer won't stop you (and I don't blame you). Hell, I'm only 16 and I'm writing the damn thing, so just don't get caught. If you are offended by homosexuality, then what the hell are you doing here? This story is my property. You may distribute this story as long as I'm given credit for writing it, the story is not altered in any way, and you do not charge anyone a fee for reading it. Enjoy!
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This story also contains a pretty strong depiction of homophobic viewpoints. Obviously, not because I promote these viewpoints, but they were neccessary, in my opinion, for the story. Just warning everyone.
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We're In This Together: Chapter 6 - "New Beginning" ---------------------------------------------------
I woke up at 6:00 as usual. I did not want to wake up. I was not prepared to face what to day would undoubtably bring. I wanted to believe that if I was with Adam, everything would be ok, somehow. But would it? I seriously doubted if it would. Don't get me wrong, I loved Adam with every bit of my heart and soul, and nothing would change that, and I knew he felt the same way too. But at the moment, I didn't think that all the love in the world could help us. I sincerely hoped that I was wrong. I just wanted everything to be okay. Was that so much to ask? It seemed like everything was going perfectly, and then yesterday happened. Getting chased around downtown Cleveland by three dumbass kids who would've done God knows what if they caught us, can certainly put a damper on things. Why can't my life be a movie? Like a cheesy romantic comedy? Everything could be so perfect and beautiful. That's all I wanted. A happy life. I hoped that Adam and I could get through this together. I knew we'd be together, but I didn't know if we'd get through this.
I tried to go through my morning routine as if nothing was wrong. I didn't want my parents, especially my dad, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I quietly got dressed, brushed my teeth, and ate a bit of breakfast...not much though, I didn't think I could keep too much down.
A little later, I trudged slowly out to the bus stop. Believe it or not, I was even more scared now than I had been just a little earlier. The bus came to begin the 15 minute drive to school. Of course, nothing happened yet, the facts had yet to make their way around school. But people can work fast with gossip like this, and I figured we'd have one period, two at most, before it started.
The bus arrived at school after a ride that felt a lot shorter than 15 minutes. My mind was completely filled with fear as I slowly walked into the building. As I trudged down the hall, I thought I could already hear a few snickers directed at me, but that could've just been paranoia. I spotted Adam down by his locker. I walked up beside him and quietly said "Hi Adam," trying to sound casual.
"Hey Richard," he said in the same quiet manner.
"Ummm...how are you?" I asked. I knew, of course, I was just trying to talk without attracting attention.
"Probably about the same as you," Adam said seriously.
"Yeah," I said, "probably. So...I guess I'll see you later then." We really had no idea what to say now, we were too busy trying to blend in.
"Yeah, see ya," he said in the same distracted tone of voice I'd been using. He turned to walk away. As he was about to go, he quickly leaned over and whispered "Be strong," into my ear. I nodded at him as he faded into the mass of people walking through the hall.
I heard no comments or insults before first period. And math class went by fine. But I had no doubts that the news had already started circulating. I aleady dreaded leaving math class and going back into the hall. All it took was one person to turn the whole school against myself and Adam.
But, sure enough, math class ended, and it felt a lot shorter than it normally does. For once, I did not want to leave. But of course I had to. I had to get to Chemistry. Adam was in that class with me, whether that was a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.
I walked out into the hall. A sea of people just waiting to lash out at me. I could feel it. As far as I was concerned, it was not a matter of if, but when. When would all the hate in this goddamned place explode at Adam and I? Could I make it through another class? Could I even make it down the hall to my next class.
No, I couldn't.
About halfway to chemistry, I was jolted out of my thoughts by a sudden, loud cry of "Faggot!" from some guy in the hall. I started to panic. I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run to, I was trapped in the middle of all these people.
Many of the others in the hall started looking around, confused. "Who's a faggot?" someone yelled.
"Richard Davis!" the first voice yelled back. "He's right there! He's a complete cocksucker!"
Already I was getting pushed around by some of the people in the hall as the conversation continued.
"How do you know?"
"Ben and the guys saw him and Adam Lesher kissing yesterday! They're both total fags!" the first guy responded.
All of a sudden, it started. I mean, it really started. "Hey Davis!" the second guy yelled at me. "Yeah I'm talking to you, cocksucker! You wanna blow me? I bet you do...faggot!"
I tried to walk faster. I could hear seemingly millions of people yelling "fag" or "queer" or "cocksucker," I couldn't identify anyone specific, there were so many of them. I tried to just keep walking and ignore them, but they wouldn't let me off that easy. All of a sudden, somebody punched me in the stomach. When I doubled over in pain, I was pushed roughly up against a locker, hitting my head on the hard metal surface. I fell to my knees, disillusioned.
"Yeah, right where a faggot belongs...on his knees!" someone yelled, generating some laughter among the crowd. All of a sudden some guy had his dick in my face, pointing it at me through his jeans. "Yeah...you want that faggot? You want my cock?!" I managed to duck away from the asshole, and tried to run down the hall. Of course, it's hard to run when seemingly everyone is trying to shove you down and get their cock in your mouth.
Finally, I managed to stumble my way into chemistry class, a barrage of insults flying at me as I entered. Now everything tapered off a bit, because the teacher was in the room. But still, almost everyone that walked by whispered "faggot!" and most did something stupid like grab their crotch. Idiots. Adam wasn't there yet. I figured he was going through the same thing right now, I hoped he was okay. Finally, I heard some more yells of "faggot!" and all the other shit like that, and Adam came stumbling through the door. I looked at him sadly and saw that he was also fighting back tears. Our eyes met. I mouthed "be strong," and he nodded at me. Being strong was a lot harder than it seemed. I don't know why we even bothered to try, it's not like it was helping matter. I just wanted to break down and cry right there, not because of what had happened to me, but because the sight of seeing Adam like that, in that much pain, was too much to bear. I wanted to reach out to him, touch him, and make it all go away. Even if I couldn't help myself, I wanted to help Adam. But I couldn't. And it hurt. We didn't get a chance to talk before class. Adam had made it in just as class was about to start.
As chemistry started, I began to think more about the situation. How long could Adam and I be strong? It was hard enough now, and it was only the first day. How long could we last? I didn't know, but it didn't seem like very long. I knew I'd keep fighting until the end, and I knew Adam would too, but how far away was the end? We were going have to come up with a better way of dealing with this. Just saying "be strong" was not going to work for much longer.
Suddenly, another thought jumped into my mind. If the whole school could find out this fast, how long would it be until it spread outside of the school? How long would it be until...my dad found out?
My thoughts were interrupted by the bell ringing, signaling the end of class. Adam and I only had time to exchange a few words, as we both had to go in opposite directions. It was probably better that way, anyhow. God knows what they'd do if they had both of us together. Adam walked up to me from his desk in the back of the room. As he approached, all I could say was "I'm sorry."
He looked at me with sad, but understanding eyes. It still hurt me to see him like that. "Me too," he said. "It's not your fault."
"I know," I said, "But I feel so...helpless."
"Me too," he said. "There's nothing we can do right now. Just be careful."
"You too," I said. Then we walked out into the hall and both headed our separate directions.
I had a study hall next. There's no point in describing what went on during the walk to the room, it was just like before. Study hall was much like chemistry had been. It wasn't as bad as the hall, because we were required to be quiet. But I still heard whispers and a few things were thrown at me. I did my best to ignore it, be strong. I didn't want to be strong. I wanted to break down and cry, then I wanted to kill every goddamn one of them. I'm sure that if I'd had a gun then, I would have killed every one of them. Of course, that wasn't an option, so I was left to try to keep everything inside. I thought if I could at least make it through today, I might be okay. I would be a start at least.
The rest of the morning went by, and nothing changed. Still the same insults in art class after study hall. After art, when lunch was starting, I met Adam as he was coming out of his math class. "Hey," I said glumly.
"Hey," he replied.
"I don't feel like going to lunch," I said. "Let's go find somewhere to hide for a while."
"Sounds good," Adam said.
We eventually ended up underneath the stairs at the far end of the school from the cafeteria. There shouldn't be too many people around there during lunch. It wasn't completely safe, but it was the best we could find. We weren't stupid enough to hide in the bathroom. We sat there for a while before either one of us spoke. "I'm scared Adam," I finally said.
He looked at me sadly. "Me too Rich."
"What are we gonna do?" I asked, scared. "We can't go on like this for long."
"I know," he replied. "We'll think of something, I promise. We have to."
"I hope so."
"We will. As long as we don't give up, there will always be a way. And I will never give up."
"I won't either," I said with a faint smile.
We stayed down there all through lunch. It was the only time all day I felt even a little bit safe. A couple people walked by, but they didn't notice us hiding down there. All to soon, lunch came to an end. "Hey," Adam said, right as we were about to leave, "Why don't I come home with you today."
"Are you sure that's safe?" I asked.
"It's no less safe than going alone," he said.
"Yeah I guess you're right," I agreed. "Ok then, I'll see you in history."
"Yeah, see you later." He paused. "Try to hold on...just a little longer. I promise it'll get better," he said quietly.
"I will," I said, a tear forming in my eye. "I'll hold on til the end for you."
"Thank you," he said. "I'll do the same."
"Be careful," I said.
"I will. You too." Then we walked away towards our next classes.
My next two classes, English and Spanish, went much like the morning classes. The hallway was still filled with fagbashing insults, and the classes were still filled with whispers. I could feel them all around me.
Then came gym class. I thought about cutting the class, but I knew that my dad would just find out and I'd get in trouble with him. I was screwed either way. I ran down to the gym as quick as I could, trying to beat everyone else there. I managed to get to the locker room before most of the class, the biggest jocks at least. I got changed as quick as I could and exited the locker room, just as they were beginning to filter in. I tried to ignore all the insults as I headed back to the gym.
Gym class, of course, was not fun. For some reason, guys feel the need to act even more macho in gym, which meant more "faggot" jokes. Luckily, it was only jokes and nothing more, for now. Since the coach was around during class, they couldn't do too much else at the time.
But he didn't come to the locker room. I again hurried to the locker room, hoping to get out quick. I managed to get changed back to my school clothes, but right as I was about to hurry for the exit, someone yelled, "Hey faggot!" I spun around as a reflex. Right away, a fist connected with my stomach. I collapsed to the ground again. I don't know who hit me, there were a bunch of guys around, and I was too disillusioned from the punch to put names to the faces. Almost right after I fell, the guy who punched me pulled his shorts down and shoved his cock into my mouth. Everyone around laughed and cheered.
"Yeah, you like that faggot? You like sucking a real man's cock?!" the asshole said.
I finally managed to get my bearings, and I immediately pulled my face away, getting his dick out of my mouth. Had I thought of it at the time, I would've bit it. I immediately ran for the exit.
"Hey faggot, come back!" he taunted. "I just wanna give you some cock to suck! You know you want it!" Everyone laughed. I ignored them and kept running for the exit. They didn't bother chasing me. It didn't matter. They weren't done with me. I knew that.
I ran all the way to history class, only stopping to get a drink of water, which didn't seem to help get the taste of that horny asshole's cock out of my mouth. I seemed like the taste was stuck in my mouth, and I was contaminated. I ran straight past all the insults. I got to history, mercifully, the last class of the day, just as Adam was also arriving. I ran up to him, out of breath.
"What happened?" he said, scared.
"Someone in the locker room, tried to get me to give them a blowjob," I panted. "He even got it in my mouth for a couple seconds. I'm scared, Adam," I whispered.
Adam looked startled. "Who did it?"
"I don't know."
"I'm so sorry," he said. "I don't know...I just wish I could..." He was also at a loss for words. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," I said, "Just really scared."
"I know. Me too," he said sadly. "I really am so sorry. I can't believe that happened to you. It's not fair."
"I know," I said, "It isn't. Thanks for caring though."
The bell rang and our teacher came it. "Okay," Adam said, "I'll talk to you in a little bit. Not much longer til it's over, okay?"
"Okay, Not much longer," I repeated. We headed to our seats.
History class went just like every other class, except gym. There were whispers and small taunts like that, but that was it. When we were actually in class, it didn't seem to be that big of a problem. It was being at school, but outside of class, when things started to get ugly.
Class ended, and Adam and I walked out into the hall. As soon as we walked out into the hall, someone yelled, "Hey look, it's the faggots! Hey faggots, come over here and suck my cock!" Adam and I did our best to ignore them. It didn't completely work, but we managed not to break down in the middle of the highway. We endured more pushing and shoving and taunting on the way to our lockers. We quickly grabbed what we needed and heading outside, for my bus. We got on, and were instantly greeted with more faggot jokes and horny assholes looking for free head. The ride back to my place was pretty average, compared to the rest of today. It was just like being walking through the school halls. Insults flew, as did various objects thrown at us.
After what seemed like a couple weeks, we got to my stop. Adam and I got off and began the short walk back to my building. For once, I was glad the bus didn't stop right in front of the place, I didn't want anyone to know exactly where I lived. The walk took about 5 minutes. We got to the buliding, and I quickly showed Adam up the stairs to our apartment. We entered. Thankfully, no one was home. I wanted to be alone with Adam. We went in, grabbed some snacks, and sat down in my room. We were both quiet, still in shock from the day's events. "What are we going to do?" I finally asked.
Adam looked down. "I don't know, Rich. We can't go on like this forever, that's pretty obvious."
"I know," I replied. "Who knows what else they'll do."
"I don't even wanna think about it," Adam said, glumly.
We were quiet for a few minutes, lost in the sadness of the moment. Finally I said, "There's one thing they can't do." Adam looked up. "They can't take you away from me," I said. "I won't let them, no matter what."
Adam smiled at me. It was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Thanks Rich. The same goes for me. Nothing, nobody, will ever seperate us."
I leaned over and wrapped my arms around Adam, and pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply. After our tongues danced around for a little bit, I looked at him and said, "It's a shame we don't get to spend more time alone like this."
He looked back at me. "Well then let's make the most of the time we have." He began to kiss me again. As we kissed, I began to rub his back. Adam slid his hands under my shirt and began to massage my back lightly. Our deep, passionate kiss was broken only momentarily as we quickly slid each other's shirts off. Our tongues continued to explore each other's mouths as I rubbed my hands across Adam's warm, beautiful young chest. I felt Adam work his hands down to my jeans, and begin to slide them off. I first rubbed his perfect young ass through his jeans, then I also began to remove them. We quickly got our jeans and underwear off, and now our naked bodies were rubbing erotically together, my cock grinding into his. I moved my lips down from his mouth, to his chest, licking his hardened nipples. I began to move down more, past his smooth stomach, down to his perfect young cock. I'd just begun to lick around the base of Adam's dick, when he spoke up. "Ummm... Rich...could we...ummmm...try...you know...ummm...anal sex?"
I pulled my mouth away from his hard cock and looked at him. "Ummm...I guess so," I said. I did want to try it. I was a little scared, but I guess I just figured, what the hell. "Are you sure you want to?"
He smiled. "Yeah."
"Okay," I said. "So...ummm...do you wanna go first...or should I?"
"Could you...ummm...do me first?" Adam asked."
"Okay," I said, "Whatever you want."
I went back to kissing Adam. We kissed deeply for a while, then I gently stuck my index finger up Adam's hole. I figured I should try to loosen him up a bit. It was really tight, so I tried to go slow as we continued to kiss. Adam moaned, but I sounded like a happy moan, not a painful one, so I kept going. Eventually I got my whole finger in. I left it there for a little while, to let his hole adjust to it. Then, I broke off our passionate liplock. "Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah," Adam said, sounding kind of nervous.
"Tell me if it hurts to much, ok?" I said.
"Yeah, okay," Adam said, "Go for it."
Adam was laying on his back, so I got on my knees behind him, picked up his legs and put them over my shoulders. I nervously lined my rock hard cock up with his waiting asshole. I was pretty much going on instinct, I really didn't know what exactly to do. But my instinct told me to go for it so I did. I pushed to head of my cock into Adam's ass. He winced in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked, concered.
"Yeah," he said. "It feels really good after a little bit. Keep going."
"Okay." I slid a little more of my dick into Adam's virgin hole. I tried to go as slowly and as gently as I could. I sure didn't want to hurt Adam. Eventually, I got my whole cock into Adam's asshole. Again, he looked like he was in pain at first, but he seemed to get used to it. I waited a little bit, to make sure he was adjusted, then slid my cock back out, almost all the way. Then slowly back in. Then slowly back out. Then back in again.
"Oh yeah," Adam moaned, "That feels so good."
I began move my cock in and out a little faster. I was glad he was enjoyed this, because I sure was. I love the feeling of his tight hole around my cock as I slid in and out of his ass. As we both began to get more into it, I started going even faster, and soon my cock was flying in and out of Adam's ass. We both began to moan louder, and soon enough I let out a loud scream and shot 7 huge jets of cum into Adam's tight ass.
We both took a minute to catch our breath, then I pulled my softening cock out of Adam's tight hole. Adam slid down my body and took my dick in his mouth, licking up all the left over cum. "Okay, your turn," I finally said.
We switched places so that my legs were up on his shoulders. Adam got ready, lining his cock up with my virgin ass. Soon it wouldn't be virgin anymore. He slowly slid the head of his cock into me. The first thing I felt was pain, incredible pain. But it was soon replaced by incredible pleasure, more than I could've imagined. He continued to slowly slide his dick into my asshole. "Oh yeah," I moaned quietly. Soon, his cock was completely into my ass, and I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my ass. The feeling of being filled up by Adam's cock was so much better than I imagined it would be, once I got used to it. "Keep going," I said.
He started slow. He slid his cock almost out of my ass, then went back in again, I moaned in appreciation. Adam began to pick up the pace, the feeling got even better the faster he went. "Oh yeah Rich," Adam yelled, "This feels great! It's so tight!"
"Oh yeah," I yelled in extacy, "Fuck me Adam! Harder!" Adam's cock was now fucking my ass at lightning speed, and I was loving every minute of it. Soon enough, Adam let out a huge scream, and I could feel him cumming inside of me.
Adam pulled his softening cock out of my hole and we collapsed into each others arms, exhausted. Of course, we couldn't stay like that for too long, but we stayed as long as we could. It may seem weird that we had sex, and we were so happy about it, given what had happened today. But like Adam said, we had to make the most of the time that we had. When there's so much pain, there has to be some pleasure too. If there isn't, what reason do you have to go on? And right now, I felt like I could go on. I felt empowered somehow. Like Adam and I were strong enough to make it through this unharmed. Nothing could stop us, as far as I was concerned. As we both came down from our mind-blowing orgasms, I felt better than I had in a long time. This 20 minutes or so of sex could more than make up for anything they could do to us at school. As long as there were moments like these, nothing they could do would ever harm us.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of chapter 6. That's right, I got two chapters done in one month! Amazing, isn't it? :) And, this is actually the longest story I've ever written for a series. I'm sorry it was fairly graphic, but I felt it was neccessary. As always, a welcome feedback at jasonstories@hotmail.com. Also, feel free to check out my website, at http://jasonstories.cjb.net. This story is part of my one year anniversary celebration, and there's some other stuff on the site that I put out at the same time. Hopefully, chapter 7 shouldn't take me too long, I hate to keep you guys waiting. See ya soon!