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You Promised Me a Tomorrow Chapter 7
I had no idea where TJ was. I hadn't seen him in two days. He didn't come to school yesterday and he wasn't in first period this morning. I was really looking forward to seeing him, especially after what had happened when he came home with me the other night.
I can't believe I told him I loved him. I'd never said that to another guy; or at least said it and really meant it. This time I meant it. And he had said he loved me too. I know we were just getting off the ground with this thing, but I really felt good about it. Even my parents had fallen in love with him. I can't believe they were actually encouraging me to bring him home again.
"It will be alright, Randy." Dean said sympathetically. He'd with me through all my other relationships and he knew this time I was serious. "Why don't you call him?"
"I don't have his number." I replied.
"Then I'll take you by his house after school." He volunteered.
"I don't know where he lives." I said sadly.
"Damn, Dude. What do you know? His name?" He let out a small laugh, but stopped when I shot him a stern look.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I really knew absolutely nothing about TJ. I'd been so careful to avoid personal questions that I failed to ask him anything about himself. I didn't know where he lived, or with whom. Did he have a mother? Father? Sisters? Brothers? I really didn't know.
"He'll be back, Sweetie." Trisha said as she reached over and took my hands in hers. I looked at her and she gave me a reassuring smile. Just then I looked over her shoulder and saw TJ walk through the cafeteria doors. I smiled and everyone turned to see TJ walking in.
"Who's he with?" Dean asked suspiciously. "Isn't he that really weird kid everyone picks on?"
TJ was walking with a really small, skinny kid. He looked more like a junior high school student. He was thin and gaunt. He had shoulder-length black hair hanging down in his face. He looked dirty. I'd noticed him around school, but I never really paid any attention to him. He was rumored to be a stoner. I couldn't figure out what TJ was doing with him.
They walked in talking animatedly and TJ laughed at something the skinny kid said. I stood up and called out his name. He looked at me and then looked away. The kid grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the cafeteria line.
"Damn. What's that all about? I thought you said you two had hit it off the other night." Dean was as surprised at TJ's reaction as much as I was. Wilson and Trisha stared at me. I guess they were waiting for my reaction.
"I have to talk to him." I stood and Dean grabbed my arm.
"It didn't look like he wanted to talk to you." Dean said forcefully.
"I have to find out what's wrong." I broke Dean's hold and headed for the food line.
"What are you doing this weekend?" I heard the skinny kid ask TJ. "You want to go to a movie or something?"
"He's busy." I glared at him. He didn't seem intimidated by my presence. At the moment I felt like Deanna. This is how she had reacted when she thought someone was encroaching on her territory.
"Randy. What are you doing here?" TJ seemed embarrassed. He looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Can we talk?" I begged. "Please."
"He doesn't want to talk to you. Can't you get that through your thick head, Dumbass?" The skinny kid shot back. My first instinct was to knock the shit out of him. I didn't know who he was or what interest he had in TJ, but if he spoke for TJ one more time I was going to shove his lunch tray up his ass.
"Don't Carter. It's alright." TJ looked at the kid with a sad expression. They both continued getting their lunch- a slice of pizza, bag of fries and an orange juice. I noticed that they both handed the cashier a lunch card. She scanned it and handed it back, asking for no money.
TJ and the skinny kid headed across the cafeteria and took a seat at an empty table in the corner. I followed behind and took a seat between them.
"You still here?" The kid said sarcastically.
"Randy, this is my friend Carter." Carter looked angrily at me. I think if I had offered my hand for him to shake, he probably would have spit at it instead.
"TJ. Can we talk?" I looked at Carter. "Alone?" I took a good look into TJ's face. He looked tired. It appeared that he hadn't slept in days. He even seemed to have on the same clothes he'd had on the other night. Even though he didn't smell, I could tell he probably had not had a bath, either.
"I ain't going nowhere." Carter spat, giving me another angry look.
TJ hurriedly ate his meal and then rose from the table without saying a word. He started for the cafeteria doors. I got up and followed. I looked over at the table where Dean was sitting and he started to rise. I put my hand up and indicated I didn't want him to follow. That was Dean. He was always watching out for me.
I didn't know where we were going. He exited through the back doors and began walking down the street. We didn't say a word to each other. I felt like a puppy diligently following its master. After about five blocks we came to a small park. It had a swing set and a sand box. At this time of day it was deserted. TJ walked over and sat down in a swing. I took the one next to him.
We sat for several minutes without saying a word. I had so much to say, but I didn't even know where to begin. Finally I said the words I'd been wanting to repeat to him again.
"I love you." I looked over and saw a tear roll down his cheek.
"I know you do." His voice cracked as he spoke.
"Do you love me?" I needed to know. He had said it the other night, but his actions made me wonder if he'd meant it. He continued swinging for a minute before answering.
"Yes." He was crying. He looked so lost. I wanted to console him, but I didn't know if he wanted me to.
"Then what's wrong?" I questioned.
"You wouldn't understand." There it was. The answer he always gave me when I asked him something about his life. I got up and walked over and stood before him.
"Then make me understand." I reached down and pulled him up into me. He fell into my chest and started sobbing. I held him tightly, refusing to let him go. I must have held him for five minutes, rubbing his back and telling him everything was alright. Finally, he backed up and looked into my eyes.
"God, I'm such as baby." He laughed.
"Yeah, but you're my baby." I kissed him gently on the mouth. Then he put his head on my shoulder. I felt him tense up and step back. I turned around and saw Carter standing on the sidewalk. He shook his head and walked away.
"He mean anything to you?" I needed to know if I was going to have competition.
"No. Just a friend." He looked me in the eyes and I knew he was telling me the truth.
"I don't want to go back to school. Let's go to my house." He nodded. I grabbed his hand and we started off down the street. We didn't care if someone did see us.
A pickup truck drove by and we heard the driver shout out, "Queers." We gave him the finger and grabbed our crotches. We took off running when we saw his taillights come on. We tore through several backyards, laughing hysterically as we ran. When we reached my home we were out of breath. We went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of sodas and headed to my bedroom. No one was home.
I think I'm going out of my mind. I've never been so confused in my life. I used to hate my loneliness, but now I'm beginning to wonder if it wasn't better. At least it never changed.
Randy tells me he loves me and I believe him. Then Carter tells me that Randy is only using me as a plaything until something better comes along. I tend to believe Carter. A guy like Randy could have anyone in the world. Why would he want me? I can't even tell him anything about myself. I'm sure I'm a mystery to him. Maybe that's what he finds attractive. Once he learns about me, he'll take off. That I'm sure.
I didn't go to school yesterday. I had an awful headache from the whiskey I drank the night before. I think it may also have been the weed I smoked with Carter. My body was not used to it.
I met Carter on the way to school. He can be so cute sometimes. He grinned ear to ear when he saw me coming down the street. I have a feeling he's probably never had a real friend before. Carter's the kind of kid people automatically pick on. He's small and has long black hair. He's almost girlish looking. It would be hard for a jock not to pick on him. Actually, he's a really nice guy once you get to know him.
We walked to school and talked about nothing. We did get into an argument on who the greatest superhero was- Superman or Batman. We were still arguing when we entered the cafeteria at lunch. He'd met me at my locker and we planned to eat together. As soon as we stepped through the door I heard Randy call out my name.
"Forget him, man. He's gonna do nothing but hurt you." Carter whispered to me. I turned away and got in the food line. As I was preparing to get my food Randy stepped up.
He and Carter almost began fighting. Carter had this need to protect me. I guess he didn't think I was strong enough to deal with him by myself. He was probably right.
Randy followed us over to the table and begged me to talk with him. I really didn't know what to say. I knew that I'd end up melting into his arms once he started. I always do.
Since Carter wouldn't leave us alone, I ate quickly and left the cafeteria. I knew Randy would follow. We didn't say anything on the way to `my spot.' I went to the park and sat on the swings. Randy sat beside me. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. Then Randy said the one thing I wasn't expecting.
"I love you." I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it. He could have gotten mad at me and started yelling because I cut school yesterday. He could have called me names for ignoring him in the cafeteria. But no. He said he loved me, and I cried.
He asked me if I loved him. I wanted to answer right away, but I wanted to be sure before I told him. Of course I loved him. I had from the moment I tapped on his shoulder and he turned around and looked into my eyes.
"Yes."
Then he asked me what was wrong and I told him he wouldn't understand. He stood in front of me and gently said to help him understand. I fell into him and cried like a baby. I knew I loved him. I wanted to trust him, but there'd been so much hurt in my past. It was hard to let down the defenses I'd built over the years. In his arms I felt I could at least try.
When I pulled away from him, I saw Carter standing behind us. He'd seen me in Randy's arms. He nodded his head and sadly walked away. I felt so sorry for him. He was really trying to be a friend, and I had just let him down.
We decided to skip the rest of the day and go to Randy's house. We had to run because two guys in a car had called us queers and we flipped them off. They turned around and chased us in their truck.
After stopping in the kitchen and getting a couple of sodas we went to Randy's bedroom. He closed the door and immediately pulled me over to the bed. He tossed me down on my back and fell on top of me. I looked up and his lips met mine.
We kissed passionately and I could feel his cock hardening against mine. He was grinding himself into me. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and had me sit up while he pulled it over my head. He then stripped his off.
"Damn. You're beautiful." He said admiringly as he looked over my tan chest. I was glad I'd spent so much time lifting weights this summer. By the look in his eyes, it was obvious he approved of my build.
He began kissing me passionately, then left my mouth and began licking down my body to my nipples. I was moaning and squirming around on the bed. It was obvious that Randy knew his way around a man's body. He knew just where to lick and suck to bring me to the brink of orgasm.
I felt his hand fumbling with the button on my pants. I reached down and unfastened them. He unzipped me, then reached in and grabbed my erect cock. I moaned loudly when the head popped through my boxers and he took it in his hand and began stroking me. He sat up and reached for my pants legs and began to remove them. My pants and underwear came off in one jerk.
"Damn!" He said excitedly. He reached out and began caressing my body. He ended by once again stroking my hard cock.
"Get naked." I said, my voice thick with lust. He jumped off the bed and dropped his pants to the floor and then kicked them off. He stood before me in his black boxer briefs with his cock jutting out. He turned and sexily pulled his briefs down, exposing inch by inch of his smooth ass. He let them drop and then turned around and stood before me totally exposed. His body was a work of art. He could have been the model for Michelangelo's David.
He came over and lowered his body on mine. Our lips again met as we kissed passionately. I moved from under him and rolled him over, sitting atop him. I could feel his cock poking at my ass. I squirmed around on it, causing him to close his eyes and moan.
I moved down and sat on his upper legs while I grabbed his cock and began stroking. Drops of precum appeared on his dickhead and I leaned over and licked them off. Randy moaned his approval. I then took his cock in my mouth and engulfed it. He thrust into my mouth causing me to gag.
After catching my breath, I took it back in my mouth and began sucking him once again. I wasn't sure I was doing it correctly. I'd only sucked one other cock when I was twelve, and Butch had interrupted that. I could tell by Randy's reaction that he was enjoying it.
Suddenly the head of his cock swelled and he thrust deeply into my mouth. This time I didn't gag. His body went rigid as I could feel the first blast of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly trying to take it all. Some began to run out the corners of my mouth. I didn't particularly like the taste, but it was Randy. When I felt he was finished cumming, I took it out of my mouth and kissed it. Then I moved up his body and found his waiting mouth. Once again we became lost in our passion.
He left my mouth and began sucking on my dark nipples. He'd suck on one and then lick across my chest until he reached the other. He kept doing this while I thrashed around on the bed.
He left my nipples and kissed down my body until he reached my cock. I thought he would suck me, but instead he licked around it and then kissed down my body until he came to my balls. I almost came when he sucked one of them into his mouth and rolled it around. Then he sucked the other in. I was writhing in excitement.
He finally released my balls and I thought he would return to my cock, but he surprised me when he lifted my legs and pulled them up to my shoulders. My ass was completely exposed to him. He leaned in and began tonguing my hole. I could feel cum dripping from my cock. When he stuck his tongue in my ass I moaned and thrust back, pushing his tongue deeper. He did this for a minute before he pulled my legs down and bent down and took my cock completely in his mouth. I could feel his throat trying to swallow my dick.
That was all it took. I screamed as I shot load after load down his mouth. He gulped it hungrily and continued sucking me, trying to drain out every drop I had. I hadn't cum in a few days, so I knew he'd been happily rewarded with a large load. When I finished, he licked my cock clean before bringing his body up beside mine. We embraced and held each other tightly. We began kissing, but I stopped when I realized he was crying.
I pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were wet with tears. This caused me to begin crying as well. Both of us were overcome with emotion. He buried his head into my shoulder.
"I love you so much, TJ." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you too." I replied.
"Promise me one thing." He looked at me with tears falling down his cheek.
"What?" I asked, kissing his tears away.
"Promise me you'll always love me."
"I promise."
"Promise me you`ll love me tomorrow." He whispered once again.
"I promise you there will always be a tomorrow." I vowed as I pulled him into a kiss.
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