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You Promised Me a Tomorrow Chapter 8
The past few weeks have been wonderful. I have never been in so much love. TJ was coming home with me almost everyday after school. My parents had fallen in love with him. We managed to get away sometimes and make out in my room before he went home. A few times we even repeated our lovemaking.
I loved TJ. When I was wrapped up in his arms, the world seemed like a safe place. I never knew anyone who wanted to be held so much. If he didn't have his arms around me, he was hugging my mother and father. I didn't realize one person could require so much love. This was, however, a requirement I was willing to meet.
I was sitting at the lunch table with the regular gang- Dean, Wilson and Trisha. Deanna had not joined us since that day she stormed off. I was glad. I think if she said anything else to me, I'd slap her across her face. Dean said there was a lot of tension at home, as well. He'd refused to talk to her also. His parents were constantly yelling at them for arguing all the time.
She now had a boyfriend. She would sit with him at lunch and they would stare angrily at me from across the cafeteria. His name was Dennis, and he was captain of the basketball team. It figures she'd go straight to the top of the school social line to try and make me jealous. Did she really think I gave a fuck about her or who she dated? And as for Dennis, I never liked that egotistical son of a bitch anyway. He thought the sun rose and set on his ass. They were a match made in Hell.
"Saturday is TJ's 16th birthday." I informed my friends. "I want to have a small party for him."
"Small party?" Dean frowned. "Shit man, small parties suck. Let's throw a big one and invite a lot of guys."
"Damn, Dean. Deanna's right. You do act like a fag." He looked at me and gave me a vicious glare. "Oops. Sorry. Touchy subject." I could hear Wilson and Trisha giggling across the table.
"Alright. Let's get this party rocking, Man." Dean became excited at the possibility of organizing a party. "How many people can we invite?"
"I said a small party." I insisted. "My mother and father said I could have a few people over for cake and ice cream. You know how TJ is. He'd freak if I had a houseful of people."
"Ice cream and cake?" Dean shouted. "You act like we're ten years old."
"We'll be there." Trisha said after looking at Wilson to get his approval. "Do you want us to bring gifts?"
I hadn't thought of that. I knew TJ didn't have much, so what do you give someone who needs everything?
"You know, it'll be cold soon. How about a sweater or long sleeved shirt?" I asked.
"Sounds like they would be wonderful gifts." Trisha smiled warmly at my suggestion.
"How about a dildo?" Dean offered, and then began laughing uproariously. Trisha looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Just don't give him your old one." This came from Wilson. We all looked surprised at him making such a comment. He usually didn't get involved in our bantering. We all broke out laughing when Dean's face began to redden.
"You mean the one I found under your bed?" Good old Dean. He always had to get in the last remark. Trisha looked at Wilson and slapped him on his arm.
"Two-timer." She said. We were rolling on the floor with laughter. Wilson was stuttering, trying to say something. This just made us laugh harder.
"Listen up. He'll be here soon. So I gotta talk fast." I began to share my plans with them. "I want this to be a surprise. Be at my house at 5:45. I'm going to go pick him up and bring him home at 6:00. Park your cars down the street so he doesn't suspect anything."
"Can I bring a date?" Dean asked. "I don't want to be the only person there without someone. I'd feel like a fifth wheel."
"Alright. Just don't bring one of those flaming queens you hang around with. I don't want to hear `girl this' and girl that' all night." Everyone, but Dean, laughed.
"We can't all have cute, hunky boyfriends." Dean said sarcastically. Then a sad look appeared on his face. I loved Dean and I really hoped that Mr. Right would come along for him someday, just like mine had.
"Who has a cute, hunky boyfriend?" TJ asked as he sat down beside me.
"I do." I said looking into his beautiful blue eyes. I was wishing that we were not at school, because I really wanted to give him a kiss at that moment. I reached under the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. He returned the squeeze.
"What were you talking about?" He asked casually.
"Nothing." I lied. "How was algebra?" I was trying to change the subject.
"Mrs. Watson class is hard. I'm failing it right now." He said dejectedly.
"Perhaps I can tutor you." Wilson offered. "I have and `A' in her class. It's not that hard. I think it's just they way she teaches it." I looked over and gave Wilson a giant smile. That's why I love this big lug.
"Sure. That would be great." TJ said to Wilson. "Thanks, Man." Wilson nodded as Trisha grabbed his arm and planted a small kiss on his cheek. I'm sure there was a blush somewhere under his dark skin.
TJ went home with me after school. He came by my locker after picking up the books from his locker that he'd need. I don't know when he managed to do his homework. He was usually at my house until late. I felt guilty because I knew we should work together since we shared many of the same classes, but it would definitely cut into our make out time. I guess I was being really selfish, but I didn't care. Maybe when things settled down, I'd suggest working together.
My father was home when we arrived. As usual, he walked over to TJ and wrapped him in his arms. My father said he loved the way TJ wanted to be held. He said I'd outgrown his hugs when I was about thirteen and he'd missed giving them. TJ made up for the void.
"You guys go on upstairs. I've got everything covered." He said as he popped my ass with a wet towel. TJ ran screaming out of the kitchen when he rewound the towel, ready to pop his ass as well. I could still hear my father laughing when we entered the bedroom.
I closed the door and pulled him onto the bed. We made out for awhile, ending with a mutual blowjob. We laid naked in each others arms resting. I could hear TJ breathing softly into my bare chest.
"Do you have any plans for Saturday?" I asked.
"Why?" He sat up and looked at me suspiciously.
"I thought we might go out. We've never really been on a date. We always come back here and spend time together in my room." I told him.
"I like it here." He said as he reached under the cover and stroked my soft dick. "Every thing is here that I need."
"No. I want to go on a real date." I insisted.
"I don't think I can." He said sadly. "I've got plans."
"What plans?" I knew he didn't have anything to do. He once told me he didn't do anything when he went home.
"Just plans." He said forcefully. I could tell he was being stubborn and it would be a challenge to get him to agree.
"But you gotta come with me Saturday."
"No I don't." He was becoming upset.
"Yes, Please?" I begged.
"Why"
"Because it's your birthday, dammit!" I blurted out. He immediately got a surprised look on his face.
"How did you know?" He questioned me.
"I noticed it on you schedule the first time we met. I've been looking forward to Saturday for a long time." I felt the emotion beginning to build.
"I don't want you doing anything for me. You've already done so much." I could see tears forming in his eyes.
I spent the next half hour trying to convince him to let me have a small birthday party for him. I told him it would just be us, my parents, Dean, Wilson and Trisha. After another blowjob, I finally got him to agree. I told him I'd pick him up around 5:45 at a store on the other side of town. I told him I could pick him up at his home, but he insisted that he meet me at the store. That was something he would not give into, even after I offered him another blowjob.
So the party was a go. Even though I had hoped that it would be a big surprise for him, at least he would be sharing his 17th birthday with me. I couldn't be happier. After he left I sat down with my mother and went over the final plans.
I met with Dean on Friday afternoon to go over the party. I wanted everyone to park their cars down the street so TJ wouldn't see them. Even though he knew about the party, I still wanted everyone to jump out and shout `Happy Birthday' when he entered. I know it sounded childish, but I just felt it would be something TJ would like.
"I bought him a nice sweater and pair of dress pants, just in case you guys ever want to go out sometime. The sweater's blue and will really look great with his eyes. He's gonna look hot!" Dean was beaming. He was really enjoying the idea of throwing TJ a party, even if it was to be small with no alcohol.
"Man, I love you. You know that." Since the halls were empty I leaned in and gave him a kiss. It didn't mean anything. We'd been affectionate with each other since we first met. He clowned around and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. I pushed him back and started laughing.
Dean's eyes widened as he looked down the hall. I turned just in time to see TJ heading out the exit. I shouted out his name but he didn't hear me.
"Aw, Shit!" I yelled, as I ran desperately down the hall to catch him.
I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Nothing ever good happens to me. Just when I was believing that Randy really loved me, I see him kissing Dean in the hallway. They weren't just kissing; they had their tongues down each other's throat.
For once I take a chance and let down my defenses, and I get hurt. Not just hurt, destroyed would be a better word. I should have listened to Carter when he told me that Randy was just playing me. I felt so used.
When I ran down the street I was heading for the park. But I ran past it because I knew Randy would look for me there. I had no idea where to go or what to do. I'd been looking forward to the birthday party ever since he told me about it. . I tried to act nonchalant in front of Randy, but inside I felt like a giddy kid.
It was going to be my first party. I guess this is what they do when they want to be charitable. Buy the poor kid some nice gifts and make him feel good. They'd probably get a good laugh once I was gone.
"Did you see the look on his face when he opened his present?" They'd laughed. "You'd think he'd never gotten a gift before." The sad thing is they'd be right.
I headed for home but I didn't want to be there. My mother and Butch would probably be there yelling at each other. I didn't want to deal with that scene tonight. So I headed to the only place I knew I was welcomed- Carter's house.
I knocked on the door and a cute little girl answered the door. I asked to see Carter and she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his room. She opened the door and went bursting in, surprising Carter who was asleep on his bed.
"CeeCee, you got company." She shouted. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Thanks, baby girl. Now leave us alone for a while." He said gently to her.
"CeeCee?" I giggled.
"You ever call me that and I'll kick your ass!" He warned me.
"Ok, CeeCee." I continued giggling.
He came up off the bed so quickly he caught me by surprise. He jumped on my back and threw me on the floor and then pounced upon me. I screamed as he began jabbing me in my back. We were both laughing uncontrollably. I thought I felt his dick poking me in my ass as I struggled to get free.
"You give, mother fucker?" He shouted as he continued to grind into me. This time it was unmistakable that he had an erection. I could feel it as he thrust it into my ass.
"Yes, CeeCee, I give." I lifted up and threw him off. He was so light; he went flying into the air. I rolled over and caught him just as he jumped on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him to prevent him from hitting me. Our faces were within inches of each other.
He had a strange look come over his face. I thought he was going to kiss me. All the times I'd spent with Carter, I'd never felt a sexual attraction to him. I didn't feel that he was attracted to me either. But at that minute I wasn't sure what was going through his mind. I could still feel his hard cock rubbing me.
Suddenly he jumped off the bed and turned away from me. I watched as he dropped his hand and rearranged himself.
"Just don't call me that, Ok? Only my sister calls me that." He walked out of the room and headed across the hall to the bathroom. He walked back in a few minutes later, acting as if nothing had happened.
"What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you." He asked. He walked over and took a clean tee shirt out of the dresser. He removed his old one and I got a glimpse of his slim body. I could count the ribs on his chest. He was hairless with the body of a twelve year old.
"I don't know. Just didn't want to be alone." I told him.
"Something happen." He asked.
"Yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Nope."
"Cool. Listen, I'm going to a friend's house. He's having a little party. You want to go with me?" That's what I liked about Carter. He never pressured me. He never asked complicated questions. He accepted me as I was.
"Sure. Why not." I was surprised when these words came out of my mouth. I didn't want to go home and be alone tonight. I was still upset and didn't want to cry myself to sleep again. Maybe being with Carter and his friends would provide a distraction to my problems. I was also sure there'd be plenty of marijuana and alcohol there and that was what I needed.
We walked about six blocks until we came to a run-down home. Carter knocked on the door and a guy about twenty-five answered. He smiled at Carter and then cast a suspicious look at me.
"He's cool." Carter said. "Ricky, TJ." He nodded then moved aside and let us enter. I followed Carter to the basement. It was dark, but I could make out the figures of about six other people. They were sitting around talking and passing joints back and forth. The place reeked of the smell of weed and stale beer.
Carter motioned for me to sit on a loveseat. He walked across the room and I watched as he opened up a refrigerator door and took out two beers. He came back and sat down, handing me a beer.
We sat for hours drinking and smoking. I don't think I ever got to know the names of any of the other guys there. We talked about music and video games. Once in a while someone got into an argument about sports. I couldn't offer my opinion because I had no idea what teams they were talking about. Sports never interested me.
Ricky emerged once and motioned for Carter to follow him upstairs. He was gone for about thirty minutes. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable and was considering leaving when he finally came back downstairs. He looked funny. He sat quietly and didn't say anything for about fifteen minutes.
I was getting very high and extremely drunk. The strange thing was, I wasn't getting depressed. Actually, the more I drank the better my mood got. I think I'd passed the point where I just didn't care anymore. I'd probably drunk about a six beers and shared about four joints with Carter.
I started to fall asleep around two o'clock when Carter elbowed me and told me it was time to go. He stood and reached down and pulled me up by my hands. For a little guy, he was strong. We left the house and staggered down the street to Carter's home. At one point I thought I was going to puke, but the feeling soon went away. After all, drinking a large amount of alcohol wasn't a new experience for me.
When we reached his house, I started to walk away. I was going to try and make it home. He grabbed my arm and insisted that I spend the night with him. I was too drunk to argue. He managed to open the door and we stumbled up the stairs. We were holding on to each other, giggling as we made our way.
"Where do you want me to sleep? I can just crash on the floor." I asked while looking around for a soft place to lie down.
"Just sleep with me. There's plenty of room. It's a double bed." He said as he began undressing. When he was down to his underwear, he pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.
"I gotta piss." I said urgently.
"Across the hall." He pointed towards the bathroom. "And don't make any noise."
I finished and washed up as best I could. I felt really dirty. Sitting all night in that dark, dank basement had made me feel unclean. I don't know why. I was used to unclean conditions at my house.
When I returned to the bedroom I closed the door and walked over to the bed. I could see Carter lying on his back watching me. I felt uncomfortable as I began to undress. When I got down to my boxers I crawled into bed with him. Within minutes I was asleep.
Something woke me up later in the night. I thought I was having a wet dream. My dick was extremely hard and it felt like I wanted to cum. After a few seconds I realized that someone was sucking me. Without moving I peered down and saw Carter's head moving under the covers. He was giving me a blowjob!
I wanted to jump up and scream at him, but I could feel myself ready to cum at any second. Soon I blew a huge load into Carter's mouth. I could hear him gulping my load as he continued to suck. Then I felt him licking my cock clean.
He came up from under the covers and looked to see if he had woken me up. I pressed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. I squinted and looked at him as he pulled his underwear down and began jacking off. He was rather small because his hand covered his entire cock. Soon I heard him let out a moan and I knew he had cum in his hand.
My heart was beating fast and I was sure he'd know that I was not asleep. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I felt that I'd been raped. Carter had taken advantage of me when he thought I was asleep.
Then I thought of Randy and tears began to flow down my cheeks. I could hear Carter snoring softly as I cried myself back to sleep.
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