Confessions (PART 10) LAST ONE!
PART 10
June 2nd
I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I was too excited. My brain was functioning way too much, coming up with possible scenarios of the upcoming night.
I turned around in my bed to glance at the clock on my nightstand. 6:22am. My rock hard mattress just became the comfiest thing in the world. I am never taking these covers off from around me.
I tried to get back to sleep, but my evasive mind kept wandering to possible situations; Anthony’s reaction to my suit or to the school’s reaction as they see the two of us dancing together, or about all the dirty things that we’re going to do after prom. How he’s going to push me hard against the wall, and press his naked, built chest against my soft one. How he’s going to nip his sharp teeth against my pale neck, and give me a red hickey, roughly sucking the skin around, his fingers pressing into my skin, leaving red and blue marks. How he’s going to glide his smooth tongue all the way down my chest, past my navel and rip my pants crudely off. How his warm touch will make me lean my head against the wall, my breath hitching as his lips wrap around my dick and suck me off harshly, his teeth scraping, the aggressiveness only making it hotter. I need to stop thinking about this. I’m giving myself a boner.
I stood up into the cold air, and shivered. Where are those damn pants? I flipped around my covers until I found them tangled into a ball. I carefully slipped them on, trying to hide my growing erection as much as possible, just in case if my mom sees me. I peeked outside my bedroom door, checking out the freezing hallway. The coast is clear. I silently stared to tip-toe through the creaky hall to the bathroom door, until a familiar voice stopped me.
“Ian!” I heard my mom call behind me. I froze, not daring to turn around. “Why are you up so early?”
“I had to pee?” I mumbled questioningly, glancing down at my erection. Please god; do not make me turn around.
“Ok. But go back to sleep. It’s too early, and you’ve got a big day ahead of you,”
“Ok,” I squeaked and ran to the bathroom, and locked myself in. I looked down again. “How am I going to get rid of you?” I mumbled to myself, patting the bulge. The patting was certainly not helping. I had two choices. Masturbate, or get some cold water. If I did the cold water approach, I would be horny all day, and that would certainly not be good. Masturbating it is!
I reached into my pants and grabbed my boner, and slowly started rubbing, thinking of all the intimate times Anthony and I were together. Sex felt much better than self-pleasure. Or when Anthony was jacking me off, or sucking me. But this will have to do for now. I quickly finished up and washed my hands and tip toed out of the bathroom back to my room. I was feeling a little tired now, so I jumped back into bed and fell asleep.
***
“Ian. It’s time to wake up,” I heard my mom whisper, he hands shaking me.
“No,” I groaned in annoyance, turning around so my back was facing her.
“Sweetheart, it’s 3. Anthony is coming at 5, and you need to get ready,”
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier, woman!?” I screamed, suddenly jumping out of my bed. “I have to shower, and do my hair! That is going to take me 2 hours! Oh my god, I will not be ready on time!”
“Ian!” She scolded, “Don’t call me woman. And I tried to, but you kept waving me off!”
“Sorry mom,” I mumbled, standing in the awkward silence for a moment, “Can you leave? I need to get ready,”
“Yeah, sorry,” She mumbled, silently leaving my room.
I sighed, and grabbed a pair of clean boxers from my drawer. I quickly ran to my bathroom, and took a long, hot shower. After thoroughly cleaning myself with all kinds of smelling body washes and hair products, I stepped out into the small space, and stared into the mirror, remembering the day Jake had almost killed me. The bruises on my face and body were gone, but the scars on my arm were never going away. I’ve tried many times to cover up the contusions with makeup, but you can still see the outlines of the horrible word. My eyes travelled up to the horrible sight of my untidy, wet hair. I grabbed a comb from one of the drawers and began brushing it back. What am I going to do with my hair? I plugged in the hair dryer and quickly dried my hair, lost strands sticking up all over the place. I then grabbed my curler, and styled large messy curls in the front, adding volume to my already very thin hair. I have to say, it doesn’t look half bad. I’m going to leave it like this.
“You almost done in there?” I heard my mom knock on the door.
“One second!” I yelled, and pulled on my clean boxers. I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper and quickly jumped out into the cold hallway and into my room. I checked my phone to see if Anthony texted me.
Im excited!!!
I smiled at his message.
Me too!
I texted and placed my phone back onto my computer table and checked the clock. 4:26. Perfect. I finished right on time. I skipped to my closet and found my dress shirt. It was plain white with ruffles. I carefully buttoned it up, and smoothed it. My mom just ironed it so it was nice and warm. I grabbed my suit pants and slipped into them, careful not to tear the fabric. I put on the suit jacket and did my tie up. Turning around, I was shocked as to what I saw in the mirror. I did not look like myself at all. I wasn’t wearing my usual t-shirt, jeans and runnng shoes. My hair wasn’t in the shape of a bowl. I almost didn’t recognize myself. And I looked very gay. I see now that it’s very obvious that I’m gay.
I was startled by the faint noise of laughter coming from outside my room. Oh my god. Anthony must be here. I checked my clock again. 5:12. HE IS HERE. I’ll just give him a few moments to chat with my mom and my grandparents. I hope they like him. No. I’m sure they will like him. I cleared my throat and straigtened my tie out. I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat, but it wasn’t working. Am I ready for this? Can I do this? Can Anthony do this?
We can do this. Together.
I fixed my hair again, and headed slowly out of my bedroom, making my way slowly down the stairs, trying to be as dramatic as possible. When I saw Anthony, nothing else mattered. He was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt and the tie that I had bought him. My heart exploded when his beautiful face lightened up my world with the biggest, most beautiful smile I had ever seen. As I got nearer to the end of the staircase, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me up to him.
“You look…” He stuttered, staring at me in amazment, “I-you look… wow.”
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said, winking.
Anthony giggled and kissed me. We were both startled with a bright flash.
“Mom…” I groaned against Anthony’s lips.
“Memories, Ian!” She laughed, snapping another picture.
Anthony sighed, and pulled his heavenly face away from mine.
“Picture time!” My mom squealed, snapping another annoying photo.
We posed for pictures with my grandparents. Without them. With my mom. Without her. Just me. Just Anthony. Then us two in random parts of the house. It was so nerve wracking.
“Mom, I think it’s time we leave,” I retorded, grabbing Anthony by the waist.
“Ok,” She sighed, putting her camera away.
I rolled my eyes and dragged Anthony outside to my backyard so we were alone.
“I like your grandparents,” Anthony smiled, putting a piece of hair behind my ear, “Your grandma is pretty jokes,”
“Yeah. She is,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You really look amazing, Ian,” Anthony sighed, pecking my lips. His cologne smelt so good. I just wanted to bathe in it.
“You too, Ant,” I grinned, intertwining my fingers with his hair. His hands travelled down my back to my ass, and squeezed it.
“Your butt looks really cute in these pants,” Anthony said seductivley, kissing my jaw line, “Well, actually, it looks cuter without any pants,”
I laughed, pulling his body closer to mine. “Tonight?”
“I got us a hotel room,”
“Fun,” I whispered, getting lost in his sensitive touches all over my body. I allowed my fingers to trail down his chest to his crotch.
Anthony grabbed my hand, stopping it in it’s place.
“We’ll save that for later on,” He said in my ear.
I nodded, and he pulled away, giving me one last quick kiss.
“So, you’re taking a limmo with your school friends, right?” I asked, stuffing my hands in my pockets, feeling the warm evening breeze run through my hair.
“Yep,” He agreed, sighing, “I have to get back home before the limmo comes,”
I nodded again, and he kissed my temple, “I’ll see you soon,” Anthoyn said, and quickly left my backyard. I listened to his car start up and roll out of my drive way and drive off into the distance. I went back into my house, and slipped my shoes off.
“I like him,” Grandma said, sitting at the dinner table, munching on some crackers.
I smiled as I sat down at the table with her. “I’m glad, since I’m probably spending the rest of my life with him,”
“How nice,” She cooed, continuing to eat her cracker, pushing her thick-rimmed glasses back off the tip of her nose with a shaky finger. “He loves you very much,”
“How do you know?” I asked, tapping my nails against the light wooden table.
“He told me. You’re very lucky to have a guy like him. And he’s lucky to have you. He’s crazy about you, Ian,”
“I know,” I said, laughing to myself.
We sat at the table for a few silent moments, watching as my grandpa and mom wandered in and out of the dining room. I checked the time on the clock. 6:25.
“I’m heading off now,” I said, standing up from the table.
“Alright honey,” My mom assured me, escorting me out the front door.
I climbed into my car, and started the engine. I watched my mom, grandpa and grandma wave me goodbye from the porch as I backed out of the drive way. The evening was quite nice. It wasn’t cloudy, and it was surprisingly warm. The drive to the banquet hall was excruciatingly long. I could immediately recognize that I was close by the trashing pop music, and bright lights.
It was surprisingly easy to find a parking spot, since everyone came in a limo. I entered the huge hall with a few pushes; I managed to enter the room. The space was unbelievable, and there were about 30 large circular tables scattered around the large wooden dance floor. Chandeliers and paintings of angels covered the ceiling, and the tables were concealed with cream tablecloths. The room was starting to fill up, so I decided to seat myself. The students from prom committee put me at table 12, with some people from the track team. So, I guess it would be ok. I would have someone to talk to until I met up with Anthony.
At my table, Janice McClean and Patrick Mellark were sitting and cuddling. I just sat across from them, awkwardly staring away, watching girls in colourful dresses and boys trying to catch up with them slowly filling up the large room. My heart skipped as I saw Anthony enter the room, followed by his friends and their dates. Anthony must have saw me and winked at me, continuing to find his table. He was sitting with his friends at table 1, the one nearest to the dance floor.
The announcer, Mellissa Curtley, a very preppy and blonde cheerleader, waited another 20 minutes for everyone to take their seat and started the introduction.
“Welcome, graduating class of 2005! These four years of high school have been the best of our lives!”
I laughed rudely, and got a few evil glares from around me.
Mellissa continued on with her “inspiring” speech, and she even started crying at one point. It was sad. I didn’t want to leave high school. Leaving meant that I had to continue on with my life. But I’m glad to know who I will be spending the rest of my life with. It gave me comfort.
I looked over at Anthony from across the room to find him staring at me with a blank expression. All his friends around him were chatting and laughing, but he was completely still and silent. It was a little creepy actually.
A few minutes later, waiters brought out our food. It was better than what I had expected. As an appetizer, we had an assortment of cheeses and stuff like that. For the main entrée we had salmon with Greek rice and boiled vegetables. And as our dessert, we had a very dry vanilla and raspberry cake.
My heart raced as they announced the dance. Everyone ran to the dance floor as they started playing some terrible pop song. I watched all the bodies bump and grind against each other in time to the loud music. Anthony was jamming with his friends, his hands thrown up in the air, body swaying, and two left feet dancing. Wow. He really didn’t know how to dance. It was funny and adorable watching him try, occasionally looking down at his feet to make sure he didn’t look too silly. He suddenly stopped, and turned to look at me amongst the crowd. He held his hand up and pointed his finger at me, calling me to him. I stood up from my empty table, and slowly walked to him, pushing through the crowd of sweaty and horny teenagers. As I came closer, a toothy grin emerged onto his face, and he leisurely walked closer to me, meeting me in the middle of the dance floor. He stepped closer to me, so our chests were almost touching.
“What now?” I yelled through the loud music, staring up at his amused expression.
“This,” I saw him mouth as he cupped my face with his warm, sweaty hands, and pulled me into him, gently placing his lips on mine.
I felt everyone around us stop dancing, and I closed my eyes, so I wouldn’t have to see their shocked expressions. Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips and mind completely lost in the adrenaline of the kiss. I allowed myself to be immersed, and placed my hands around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Suddenly, the whole room exploded in “awe’s” and applause. I felt Anthony smile under my lips.
He slowly pulled away, keeping his forehead glued to mine. It was such a romantic moment. It’s like what you see in corny teenage movies. I couldn’t really believe that it was happening to me.
Anthony and I received far too many “congratulations,” and pats on the back as everyone started dancing again.
“That was easy,” Anthony chuckled nervously, tapping his fingers on my back.
“Surprisingly easy,” I mumbled, twining my fingers into his smooth hair.
“Oh,” Anthony mumbled as he looked up, “How appropriate,”
I listened, confused, for a second to hear a slow song playing in the background. I snickered as he pulled my warm body closer to his, and I put my head on his shoulder.
He slowly swayed us to the music as he smoothed out my hair. “I love you, Ian,” He whispered into my ear.
“I love you too, Anthony,” I whispered back, looking around the room. It felt so good to finally say that in public. Some other people in the room were staring at us and smiling. Others continued dancing, completely ignoring us. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jessica, Anthony’s ex, crying and running out of the room, her prissy friends chasing after her. “I’m glad we did this,”
“Me too,” Anthony breathed, resting his head against mine, and we swayed off into the music.
While dancing, many people snapped pictures of us to go in the yearbook. I hope they would go in the yearbook. So I could show my kids one day, and tell them “Look. See? That’s your dad and I when we were in high school.”
Overall, prom was really fun. Anthony and I took a ton of pictures, so we would have something to remember this life changing event by. People in our school were surprisingly supportive of our new relationship. Also, it must have been extremely surprising to find out that Anthony was gay. But who cares. We would be out of this school and out of this town very soon. People probably wouldn’t even remember us.
After prom, I drove us to the hotel that Anthony had booked us a room in. It was some random, cheap motel with dingy doors. I guess Anthony didn’t want anyone to recognize us. It was probably really cheap too. I waited in the car at the main entrance while Anthony went to go get the room keys. I glanced around parking lot. There were a few scattered cars in front of room doors, but there were no people in sight. The lights were silently buzzing as they flickered.
I jumped as Anthony climbed back into the passenger seat.
“Room 12,” Anthony mumbled, inspecting the key. Even the key looked dirty. “I asked the dude at the reception for a room that’s not next to anybody,”
“Smart,” I chuckled nervously, turning the key in the ignition. I slowly drove around the small motel to find our room. I parked in the empty space in front of it, and sighed.
“You nervous?” Anthony laughed, undoing his seatbelt.
“A little,” I muttered, undoing mine as well.
We got out of the car, and I double checked that I locked all the doors. Anthony slowly unlocked the old wooden door with the number 12 on it with rusty metal plates. As we entered the small room, I could easily discern the smell of mold and dormant air. It wasn’t very romantic. The queen bed was placed in the centre of the room, leaning against the back wall, across from a very old TV. To the right of the TV was an old wooden desk with a few flyers and a telephone. I didn’t even want to check what the bathroom looked like.
“How did you find this dump?” I muttered, sitting on the very lumpy mattress.
“It was cheap,” He shrugged, sitting next to me, placing his hand on my thigh, “Plus, no one would recognize us,”
I nodded, chuckling. What do I do now? I was so not turned on by this ugly ass room. I felt a small tingle in my lower belly as Anthony’s spindly fingers travelled up my inner thigh, closer to my groin. Anthony leaned in and placed his cold lips on my cheek. I remained unresponsive. I was cold, hungry, horny, and I wanted to get out of this grimy room.
“Come on Ian,” Anthony urged, cupping my crotch with his hand, moving his lips to my ear. “We’ve done this before. It’s not any different,”
“I know,” I breathed, sighing.
My breath hitched as Anthony used his teeth to play with my earlobe. Ok, I was getting a little turned on now. He suddenly straddled my hips, pushing my back to the hard bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to show some type of interest. He took that as a yes, and allowed his fingers to travel all over my body as he kissed my lips. He smoothly slipped off my over coat, and unsuccessfully tried to undo my tie. Seeing as it wasn’t working out, I undid mine and his. He immediately undid our shirts and threw them behind us, leaving us shivering in the cold. He pressed his cold panting chest onto mine, and dug his fingers into my hair, pulling my face closer to his so our teeth scraped against each other’s.
My fingers slipped down his chest, and undid the zipper and button on the top of his pants, pulling them down to his knobby knees. He tried to do the same to mine, but his fingers were shaking. I helped him pull both of our pants away, and throw them on the ground below us. Anthony pulled me up higher on the bed, so his face was aligned with my crotch. He looked up at me with the dirtiest look I had ever seen on him before. He smiled and licked his lips before he pulled my erect dick out of my boxers. I groaned at his cold touch, and threw my head back as his lips lightly kissed the head of my dick.
“You like that?” He said, looking up at me with a dirty look.
I quickly nodded and moaned as he licked the whole underside, flicking his tongue at the top. I stifled a loud groan as my dick was enthralled with warm wetness, my breath scattering as his mouth sucked me slowly.
“Mmm,” I creaked, rolling my eyes back. This sensation was unbelievable.
Anthony chuckled as he started to suck faster, his hand gripping the base of my dick, the other playing with the hairs on my inner legs, sending even more prickling shocks into my stomach. Anthony sucked faster and faster, until I felt a familiar feeling building up in my dick.
“Ant, I’m close,” I stammered, squeezing my eyes shut.
He chuckled again, and kept sucking. Did he not want to fuck me tonight? I felt a little disappointed. He suddenly pulled away, and I gasped for air, shocked at how close I was.
“What did you think?” Anthony smiled, leaning over me, aligning his red face with mine, “That I’m not going to fuck you?”
I smiled, and nodded, trailing my fingers lightly down his surprisingly warm back.
“Well that just won’t do,” He smiled seductively, kissing my lips.
“You’re extremely kinky for a 17 year old,” I laughed between short kisses.
“I know,” He winked, and dove for my lips again, twining his tongue with mine.
He unexpectedly pulled away, and got up to reach for his coat that was dumped on the floor. He winked again and pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. He shook it and raised his eyebrows.
“Lube?” I chuckled, pulling my boxers completely off of me. I turned on my side and rested my head against my elbow, trying to look as sexy as possible. I probably looked like an idiot.
Anthony smiled again, and slipped off his boxers as well, diving in to lie beside me. He grabbed my thigh and pulled it over his waist, and intertwined his legs with mine.
“I love you,” He whispered, as he surprisingly pushed a finger inside me.
My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pushed on my sweet spot, finding it very quickly. He shoved another finger inside, and scissored his fingers, stretching me as much as possible. I was used to the burning pain, so I only needed to focus on the current pleasure.
“I’m ready,” I murmured, wincing as he slowly pulled his dry fingers out.
Anthony nodded, and pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his small hips. He quickly squirted some lube on his hand and spread it around on his dick. I can’t even imagine what the pain would be like without any lube.
“Ready?” He asked, while he positioned my trembling body, smoothing out the hair on the back of my neck.
I nodded quickly, and pushed down on him, burying his dick to the base. His breath hitched as he ground his hips up, strengthening the grip on my back.
I ground back, the tip of his dick hitting my prostate hard, causing me to moan loudly and throw my head back. I pressed my palms onto his chest, helping me to slowly bounce onto him slowly.
“Faster, Ant,” I pleaded, grinding back harder against him.
He nodded, and pushed into me harder than ever, and quickly fucked into my ass, the burning pain growing hotter. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes as I squeezed them shut, bouncing higher onto him, my knees scuffing the dirty sheets below us.
“Fuck, Ian,” Anthony murmured, rolling his beautiful eyes back, fucking harder into me, constantly hitting my prostate, sending us both slowly into a trance. His nails dug into my naked back, leaving imprints and bloody scars.
My mouth hung open as he fucked me harder than ever, the sounds of slight moans and names escaping our lips, the quick and repetitive smacks of wet skin against wet skin taking over the stuffy silence in the now humid room.
Anthony suddenly reached under me, and starting rubbing my dick in time to his quick thrusts, sending my head spinning.
“Ian, I’m so close,” Anthony mumbled, pulling my jerking body closer to his.
“Me too,” I groaned, tilting my head into his, pressing our sweaty foreheads together.
“Anthony!” I yelled, a blur of white flashing across my vision.
Anthony’s shouts, shuddering last fucks and hot and smooth ooze inside me pushed and pulled me through my orgasm. We both stopped for a moment, trying to catch out breaths.
“I’m so fucked out,” I whispered, dumping my panting body onto his.
“Me too,” Anthony sighed, wrapping his sticky and sweaty arms around me. He slowly pulled out, noticing my slight wince of pain, and pulled my sweaty hair from my forehead. “Sorry about your hair. It really did look nice,”
“Whatever,” I waved him off, shutting my eyes, “It’s easy to do,”
I felt Anthony smile, and kiss my sweaty temple. “I’ll be right back,” He said as he slowly got up from the bed, and walk over to the bathroom. He winked at me before he entered, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room. I carefully slipped under the covers and tucked myself in, waiting for Anthony to shortly come back.
“Back,” He whispered in my ear, as he turned the dim lights off, climbing under the covers with me. He snuggled in next to me, and I laid an arm on his chest. “I love you so much,”
“I love you too,” I replied, allowing myself to fall asleep in his safe, sticky grip.
June 3rd
Anthony drove me home earlier today. I could barely walk up to my house of how much my ass hurt. My mother had guessed my late night actions, since she could see me clearly limping up the stairs. I flopped myself down in my bed, and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep again.
After dropping me off, Anthony was going to his house, to tell his parents that he was gay. He guessed that he would be kicked out of his house, so he had made arrangements with my mom, and had already brought some of his clothes over.
“Ian,” I heard my mom say, as she quietly entered my room.
“Hmm?” I mumbled, opening my eyes again as she sat on the edge of my bed, gently placing her hand on my covered legs.
“How was prom?” She asked, smiling.
“Fun,” I replied, remembering all the events of the night before.
“Good,” She muttered, sighing heavily. “How you feeling?”
“Amazing,” I grinned, closing my eyes again.
She patted my legs as she stood up. “I’ll let you sleep,”
“Mom?” I mumbled, pulling on her arm.
“Hmm?” She exhaled, stopping.
“Thank you,” I said, letting go of her arm, “For everything,”
“I love you sweetheart,” She whispered, kissing my forehead before she left my stuffy room.
I tried to sleep, but I wasn’t very successful. My mind was too busy thinking of situations that Anthony could have with his extremely homophobic father. What if his father hit him again? What if he hurt him? What if he locked him in the house and Anthony had no way of contacting me? What if his dad actually killed him? My eyes started to tear at the thought of Anthony dying.
A sudden ring of the doorbell startled me from my state of imagination. I hopped out of my bed, and limped down the stairs to the front door. Slowly peering through, I saw Anthony standing outside, holding a small suitcase, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He didn’t have any bruises. His nose wasn’t bleeding. He didn’t even look sad. He just had a huge smile on his face.
I opened the door wider, and he shrugged at me.
“So?” I asked, helping him with his suitcase, trying to block my mom who had just run over to hear the story.
“Nothing really,” Anthony smirked, setting his backpack down beside the couch. “He just told me to get out. And that he never wanted to see me or hear from me again,”
“And you’re not hurt by that?” My mom asked, placing a hand on Anthony’s shoulder. She was so much shorter than him. It was actually a bit funny.
“Of course I am. I just don’t care,” Anthony smiled, looking over at me, “I’ve got other priorities,”
“That’s why I love you, Anthony,” My mom said, kissing Anthony on the cheek, “Welcome to the family,”
“Thank you,” He grinned, giving her small body a big hug. He let go after a moment, and she wandered back into the kitchen with a smile.
“Is this it?” I asked, gesturing to his bags, grabbing his backpack.
“For now. Dad said to come back later and get the rest of my things,”
I nodded and helped Anthony get his things into my room.
“How’s your ass?” Anthony laughed, giving it a light slap as I bent down to pick something up. He quickly sat down on my bed, and smoothed out his hair.
“Hurt’s like fuck,” I joked, seating myself in his lap. “But it’s worth it,”
We both giggled and I leaned in for another kiss.
“So, I have found this one nice house in Sacramento. Nice area and it’s pretty cheap,” Anthony suggested, pulling a paper out of the back of his jean pocket, handing it to me.
And, I guess, the rest is history.
June 2nd
I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I was too excited. My brain was functioning way too much, coming up with possible scenarios of the upcoming night.
I turned around in my bed to glance at the clock on my nightstand. 6:22am. My rock hard mattress just became the comfiest thing in the world. I am never taking these covers off from around me.
I tried to get back to sleep, but my evasive mind kept wandering to possible situations; Anthony’s reaction to my suit or to the school’s reaction as they see the two of us dancing together, or about all the dirty things that we’re going to do after prom. How he’s going to push me hard against the wall, and press his naked, built chest against my soft one. How he’s going to nip his sharp teeth against my pale neck, and give me a red hickey, roughly sucking the skin around, his fingers pressing into my skin, leaving red and blue marks. How he’s going to glide his smooth tongue all the way down my chest, past my navel and rip my pants crudely off. How his warm touch will make me lean my head against the wall, my breath hitching as his lips wrap around my dick and suck me off harshly, his teeth scraping, the aggressiveness only making it hotter. I need to stop thinking about this. I’m giving myself a boner.
I stood up into the cold air, and shivered. Where are those damn pants? I flipped around my covers until I found them tangled into a ball. I carefully slipped them on, trying to hide my growing erection as much as possible, just in case if my mom sees me. I peeked outside my bedroom door, checking out the freezing hallway. The coast is clear. I silently stared to tip-toe through the creaky hall to the bathroom door, until a familiar voice stopped me.
“Ian!” I heard my mom call behind me. I froze, not daring to turn around. “Why are you up so early?”
“I had to pee?” I mumbled questioningly, glancing down at my erection. Please god; do not make me turn around.
“Ok. But go back to sleep. It’s too early, and you’ve got a big day ahead of you,”
“Ok,” I squeaked and ran to the bathroom, and locked myself in. I looked down again. “How am I going to get rid of you?” I mumbled to myself, patting the bulge. The patting was certainly not helping. I had two choices. Masturbate, or get some cold water. If I did the cold water approach, I would be horny all day, and that would certainly not be good. Masturbating it is!
I reached into my pants and grabbed my boner, and slowly started rubbing, thinking of all the intimate times Anthony and I were together. Sex felt much better than self-pleasure. Or when Anthony was jacking me off, or sucking me. But this will have to do for now. I quickly finished up and washed my hands and tip toed out of the bathroom back to my room. I was feeling a little tired now, so I jumped back into bed and fell asleep.
***
“Ian. It’s time to wake up,” I heard my mom whisper, he hands shaking me.
“No,” I groaned in annoyance, turning around so my back was facing her.
“Sweetheart, it’s 3. Anthony is coming at 5, and you need to get ready,”
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier, woman!?” I screamed, suddenly jumping out of my bed. “I have to shower, and do my hair! That is going to take me 2 hours! Oh my god, I will not be ready on time!”
“Ian!” She scolded, “Don’t call me woman. And I tried to, but you kept waving me off!”
“Sorry mom,” I mumbled, standing in the awkward silence for a moment, “Can you leave? I need to get ready,”
“Yeah, sorry,” She mumbled, silently leaving my room.
I sighed, and grabbed a pair of clean boxers from my drawer. I quickly ran to my bathroom, and took a long, hot shower. After thoroughly cleaning myself with all kinds of smelling body washes and hair products, I stepped out into the small space, and stared into the mirror, remembering the day Jake had almost killed me. The bruises on my face and body were gone, but the scars on my arm were never going away. I’ve tried many times to cover up the contusions with makeup, but you can still see the outlines of the horrible word. My eyes travelled up to the horrible sight of my untidy, wet hair. I grabbed a comb from one of the drawers and began brushing it back. What am I going to do with my hair? I plugged in the hair dryer and quickly dried my hair, lost strands sticking up all over the place. I then grabbed my curler, and styled large messy curls in the front, adding volume to my already very thin hair. I have to say, it doesn’t look half bad. I’m going to leave it like this.
“You almost done in there?” I heard my mom knock on the door.
“One second!” I yelled, and pulled on my clean boxers. I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper and quickly jumped out into the cold hallway and into my room. I checked my phone to see if Anthony texted me.
Im excited!!!
I smiled at his message.
Me too!
I texted and placed my phone back onto my computer table and checked the clock. 4:26. Perfect. I finished right on time. I skipped to my closet and found my dress shirt. It was plain white with ruffles. I carefully buttoned it up, and smoothed it. My mom just ironed it so it was nice and warm. I grabbed my suit pants and slipped into them, careful not to tear the fabric. I put on the suit jacket and did my tie up. Turning around, I was shocked as to what I saw in the mirror. I did not look like myself at all. I wasn’t wearing my usual t-shirt, jeans and runnng shoes. My hair wasn’t in the shape of a bowl. I almost didn’t recognize myself. And I looked very gay. I see now that it’s very obvious that I’m gay.
I was startled by the faint noise of laughter coming from outside my room. Oh my god. Anthony must be here. I checked my clock again. 5:12. HE IS HERE. I’ll just give him a few moments to chat with my mom and my grandparents. I hope they like him. No. I’m sure they will like him. I cleared my throat and straigtened my tie out. I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat, but it wasn’t working. Am I ready for this? Can I do this? Can Anthony do this?
We can do this. Together.
I fixed my hair again, and headed slowly out of my bedroom, making my way slowly down the stairs, trying to be as dramatic as possible. When I saw Anthony, nothing else mattered. He was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt and the tie that I had bought him. My heart exploded when his beautiful face lightened up my world with the biggest, most beautiful smile I had ever seen. As I got nearer to the end of the staircase, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me up to him.
“You look…” He stuttered, staring at me in amazment, “I-you look… wow.”
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said, winking.
Anthony giggled and kissed me. We were both startled with a bright flash.
“Mom…” I groaned against Anthony’s lips.
“Memories, Ian!” She laughed, snapping another picture.
Anthony sighed, and pulled his heavenly face away from mine.
“Picture time!” My mom squealed, snapping another annoying photo.
We posed for pictures with my grandparents. Without them. With my mom. Without her. Just me. Just Anthony. Then us two in random parts of the house. It was so nerve wracking.
“Mom, I think it’s time we leave,” I retorded, grabbing Anthony by the waist.
“Ok,” She sighed, putting her camera away.
I rolled my eyes and dragged Anthony outside to my backyard so we were alone.
“I like your grandparents,” Anthony smiled, putting a piece of hair behind my ear, “Your grandma is pretty jokes,”
“Yeah. She is,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You really look amazing, Ian,” Anthony sighed, pecking my lips. His cologne smelt so good. I just wanted to bathe in it.
“You too, Ant,” I grinned, intertwining my fingers with his hair. His hands travelled down my back to my ass, and squeezed it.
“Your butt looks really cute in these pants,” Anthony said seductivley, kissing my jaw line, “Well, actually, it looks cuter without any pants,”
I laughed, pulling his body closer to mine. “Tonight?”
“I got us a hotel room,”
“Fun,” I whispered, getting lost in his sensitive touches all over my body. I allowed my fingers to trail down his chest to his crotch.
Anthony grabbed my hand, stopping it in it’s place.
“We’ll save that for later on,” He said in my ear.
I nodded, and he pulled away, giving me one last quick kiss.
“So, you’re taking a limmo with your school friends, right?” I asked, stuffing my hands in my pockets, feeling the warm evening breeze run through my hair.
“Yep,” He agreed, sighing, “I have to get back home before the limmo comes,”
I nodded again, and he kissed my temple, “I’ll see you soon,” Anthoyn said, and quickly left my backyard. I listened to his car start up and roll out of my drive way and drive off into the distance. I went back into my house, and slipped my shoes off.
“I like him,” Grandma said, sitting at the dinner table, munching on some crackers.
I smiled as I sat down at the table with her. “I’m glad, since I’m probably spending the rest of my life with him,”
“How nice,” She cooed, continuing to eat her cracker, pushing her thick-rimmed glasses back off the tip of her nose with a shaky finger. “He loves you very much,”
“How do you know?” I asked, tapping my nails against the light wooden table.
“He told me. You’re very lucky to have a guy like him. And he’s lucky to have you. He’s crazy about you, Ian,”
“I know,” I said, laughing to myself.
We sat at the table for a few silent moments, watching as my grandpa and mom wandered in and out of the dining room. I checked the time on the clock. 6:25.
“I’m heading off now,” I said, standing up from the table.
“Alright honey,” My mom assured me, escorting me out the front door.
I climbed into my car, and started the engine. I watched my mom, grandpa and grandma wave me goodbye from the porch as I backed out of the drive way. The evening was quite nice. It wasn’t cloudy, and it was surprisingly warm. The drive to the banquet hall was excruciatingly long. I could immediately recognize that I was close by the trashing pop music, and bright lights.
It was surprisingly easy to find a parking spot, since everyone came in a limo. I entered the huge hall with a few pushes; I managed to enter the room. The space was unbelievable, and there were about 30 large circular tables scattered around the large wooden dance floor. Chandeliers and paintings of angels covered the ceiling, and the tables were concealed with cream tablecloths. The room was starting to fill up, so I decided to seat myself. The students from prom committee put me at table 12, with some people from the track team. So, I guess it would be ok. I would have someone to talk to until I met up with Anthony.
At my table, Janice McClean and Patrick Mellark were sitting and cuddling. I just sat across from them, awkwardly staring away, watching girls in colourful dresses and boys trying to catch up with them slowly filling up the large room. My heart skipped as I saw Anthony enter the room, followed by his friends and their dates. Anthony must have saw me and winked at me, continuing to find his table. He was sitting with his friends at table 1, the one nearest to the dance floor.
The announcer, Mellissa Curtley, a very preppy and blonde cheerleader, waited another 20 minutes for everyone to take their seat and started the introduction.
“Welcome, graduating class of 2005! These four years of high school have been the best of our lives!”
I laughed rudely, and got a few evil glares from around me.
Mellissa continued on with her “inspiring” speech, and she even started crying at one point. It was sad. I didn’t want to leave high school. Leaving meant that I had to continue on with my life. But I’m glad to know who I will be spending the rest of my life with. It gave me comfort.
I looked over at Anthony from across the room to find him staring at me with a blank expression. All his friends around him were chatting and laughing, but he was completely still and silent. It was a little creepy actually.
A few minutes later, waiters brought out our food. It was better than what I had expected. As an appetizer, we had an assortment of cheeses and stuff like that. For the main entrée we had salmon with Greek rice and boiled vegetables. And as our dessert, we had a very dry vanilla and raspberry cake.
My heart raced as they announced the dance. Everyone ran to the dance floor as they started playing some terrible pop song. I watched all the bodies bump and grind against each other in time to the loud music. Anthony was jamming with his friends, his hands thrown up in the air, body swaying, and two left feet dancing. Wow. He really didn’t know how to dance. It was funny and adorable watching him try, occasionally looking down at his feet to make sure he didn’t look too silly. He suddenly stopped, and turned to look at me amongst the crowd. He held his hand up and pointed his finger at me, calling me to him. I stood up from my empty table, and slowly walked to him, pushing through the crowd of sweaty and horny teenagers. As I came closer, a toothy grin emerged onto his face, and he leisurely walked closer to me, meeting me in the middle of the dance floor. He stepped closer to me, so our chests were almost touching.
“What now?” I yelled through the loud music, staring up at his amused expression.
“This,” I saw him mouth as he cupped my face with his warm, sweaty hands, and pulled me into him, gently placing his lips on mine.
I felt everyone around us stop dancing, and I closed my eyes, so I wouldn’t have to see their shocked expressions. Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips and mind completely lost in the adrenaline of the kiss. I allowed myself to be immersed, and placed my hands around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Suddenly, the whole room exploded in “awe’s” and applause. I felt Anthony smile under my lips.
He slowly pulled away, keeping his forehead glued to mine. It was such a romantic moment. It’s like what you see in corny teenage movies. I couldn’t really believe that it was happening to me.
Anthony and I received far too many “congratulations,” and pats on the back as everyone started dancing again.
“That was easy,” Anthony chuckled nervously, tapping his fingers on my back.
“Surprisingly easy,” I mumbled, twining my fingers into his smooth hair.
“Oh,” Anthony mumbled as he looked up, “How appropriate,”
I listened, confused, for a second to hear a slow song playing in the background. I snickered as he pulled my warm body closer to his, and I put my head on his shoulder.
He slowly swayed us to the music as he smoothed out my hair. “I love you, Ian,” He whispered into my ear.
“I love you too, Anthony,” I whispered back, looking around the room. It felt so good to finally say that in public. Some other people in the room were staring at us and smiling. Others continued dancing, completely ignoring us. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jessica, Anthony’s ex, crying and running out of the room, her prissy friends chasing after her. “I’m glad we did this,”
“Me too,” Anthony breathed, resting his head against mine, and we swayed off into the music.
While dancing, many people snapped pictures of us to go in the yearbook. I hope they would go in the yearbook. So I could show my kids one day, and tell them “Look. See? That’s your dad and I when we were in high school.”
Overall, prom was really fun. Anthony and I took a ton of pictures, so we would have something to remember this life changing event by. People in our school were surprisingly supportive of our new relationship. Also, it must have been extremely surprising to find out that Anthony was gay. But who cares. We would be out of this school and out of this town very soon. People probably wouldn’t even remember us.
After prom, I drove us to the hotel that Anthony had booked us a room in. It was some random, cheap motel with dingy doors. I guess Anthony didn’t want anyone to recognize us. It was probably really cheap too. I waited in the car at the main entrance while Anthony went to go get the room keys. I glanced around parking lot. There were a few scattered cars in front of room doors, but there were no people in sight. The lights were silently buzzing as they flickered.
I jumped as Anthony climbed back into the passenger seat.
“Room 12,” Anthony mumbled, inspecting the key. Even the key looked dirty. “I asked the dude at the reception for a room that’s not next to anybody,”
“Smart,” I chuckled nervously, turning the key in the ignition. I slowly drove around the small motel to find our room. I parked in the empty space in front of it, and sighed.
“You nervous?” Anthony laughed, undoing his seatbelt.
“A little,” I muttered, undoing mine as well.
We got out of the car, and I double checked that I locked all the doors. Anthony slowly unlocked the old wooden door with the number 12 on it with rusty metal plates. As we entered the small room, I could easily discern the smell of mold and dormant air. It wasn’t very romantic. The queen bed was placed in the centre of the room, leaning against the back wall, across from a very old TV. To the right of the TV was an old wooden desk with a few flyers and a telephone. I didn’t even want to check what the bathroom looked like.
“How did you find this dump?” I muttered, sitting on the very lumpy mattress.
“It was cheap,” He shrugged, sitting next to me, placing his hand on my thigh, “Plus, no one would recognize us,”
I nodded, chuckling. What do I do now? I was so not turned on by this ugly ass room. I felt a small tingle in my lower belly as Anthony’s spindly fingers travelled up my inner thigh, closer to my groin. Anthony leaned in and placed his cold lips on my cheek. I remained unresponsive. I was cold, hungry, horny, and I wanted to get out of this grimy room.
“Come on Ian,” Anthony urged, cupping my crotch with his hand, moving his lips to my ear. “We’ve done this before. It’s not any different,”
“I know,” I breathed, sighing.
My breath hitched as Anthony used his teeth to play with my earlobe. Ok, I was getting a little turned on now. He suddenly straddled my hips, pushing my back to the hard bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to show some type of interest. He took that as a yes, and allowed his fingers to travel all over my body as he kissed my lips. He smoothly slipped off my over coat, and unsuccessfully tried to undo my tie. Seeing as it wasn’t working out, I undid mine and his. He immediately undid our shirts and threw them behind us, leaving us shivering in the cold. He pressed his cold panting chest onto mine, and dug his fingers into my hair, pulling my face closer to his so our teeth scraped against each other’s.
My fingers slipped down his chest, and undid the zipper and button on the top of his pants, pulling them down to his knobby knees. He tried to do the same to mine, but his fingers were shaking. I helped him pull both of our pants away, and throw them on the ground below us. Anthony pulled me up higher on the bed, so his face was aligned with my crotch. He looked up at me with the dirtiest look I had ever seen on him before. He smiled and licked his lips before he pulled my erect dick out of my boxers. I groaned at his cold touch, and threw my head back as his lips lightly kissed the head of my dick.
“You like that?” He said, looking up at me with a dirty look.
I quickly nodded and moaned as he licked the whole underside, flicking his tongue at the top. I stifled a loud groan as my dick was enthralled with warm wetness, my breath scattering as his mouth sucked me slowly.
“Mmm,” I creaked, rolling my eyes back. This sensation was unbelievable.
Anthony chuckled as he started to suck faster, his hand gripping the base of my dick, the other playing with the hairs on my inner legs, sending even more prickling shocks into my stomach. Anthony sucked faster and faster, until I felt a familiar feeling building up in my dick.
“Ant, I’m close,” I stammered, squeezing my eyes shut.
He chuckled again, and kept sucking. Did he not want to fuck me tonight? I felt a little disappointed. He suddenly pulled away, and I gasped for air, shocked at how close I was.
“What did you think?” Anthony smiled, leaning over me, aligning his red face with mine, “That I’m not going to fuck you?”
I smiled, and nodded, trailing my fingers lightly down his surprisingly warm back.
“Well that just won’t do,” He smiled seductively, kissing my lips.
“You’re extremely kinky for a 17 year old,” I laughed between short kisses.
“I know,” He winked, and dove for my lips again, twining his tongue with mine.
He unexpectedly pulled away, and got up to reach for his coat that was dumped on the floor. He winked again and pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. He shook it and raised his eyebrows.
“Lube?” I chuckled, pulling my boxers completely off of me. I turned on my side and rested my head against my elbow, trying to look as sexy as possible. I probably looked like an idiot.
Anthony smiled again, and slipped off his boxers as well, diving in to lie beside me. He grabbed my thigh and pulled it over his waist, and intertwined his legs with mine.
“I love you,” He whispered, as he surprisingly pushed a finger inside me.
My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pushed on my sweet spot, finding it very quickly. He shoved another finger inside, and scissored his fingers, stretching me as much as possible. I was used to the burning pain, so I only needed to focus on the current pleasure.
“I’m ready,” I murmured, wincing as he slowly pulled his dry fingers out.
Anthony nodded, and pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his small hips. He quickly squirted some lube on his hand and spread it around on his dick. I can’t even imagine what the pain would be like without any lube.
“Ready?” He asked, while he positioned my trembling body, smoothing out the hair on the back of my neck.
I nodded quickly, and pushed down on him, burying his dick to the base. His breath hitched as he ground his hips up, strengthening the grip on my back.
I ground back, the tip of his dick hitting my prostate hard, causing me to moan loudly and throw my head back. I pressed my palms onto his chest, helping me to slowly bounce onto him slowly.
“Faster, Ant,” I pleaded, grinding back harder against him.
He nodded, and pushed into me harder than ever, and quickly fucked into my ass, the burning pain growing hotter. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes as I squeezed them shut, bouncing higher onto him, my knees scuffing the dirty sheets below us.
“Fuck, Ian,” Anthony murmured, rolling his beautiful eyes back, fucking harder into me, constantly hitting my prostate, sending us both slowly into a trance. His nails dug into my naked back, leaving imprints and bloody scars.
My mouth hung open as he fucked me harder than ever, the sounds of slight moans and names escaping our lips, the quick and repetitive smacks of wet skin against wet skin taking over the stuffy silence in the now humid room.
Anthony suddenly reached under me, and starting rubbing my dick in time to his quick thrusts, sending my head spinning.
“Ian, I’m so close,” Anthony mumbled, pulling my jerking body closer to his.
“Me too,” I groaned, tilting my head into his, pressing our sweaty foreheads together.
“Anthony!” I yelled, a blur of white flashing across my vision.
Anthony’s shouts, shuddering last fucks and hot and smooth ooze inside me pushed and pulled me through my orgasm. We both stopped for a moment, trying to catch out breaths.
“I’m so fucked out,” I whispered, dumping my panting body onto his.
“Me too,” Anthony sighed, wrapping his sticky and sweaty arms around me. He slowly pulled out, noticing my slight wince of pain, and pulled my sweaty hair from my forehead. “Sorry about your hair. It really did look nice,”
“Whatever,” I waved him off, shutting my eyes, “It’s easy to do,”
I felt Anthony smile, and kiss my sweaty temple. “I’ll be right back,” He said as he slowly got up from the bed, and walk over to the bathroom. He winked at me before he entered, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room. I carefully slipped under the covers and tucked myself in, waiting for Anthony to shortly come back.
“Back,” He whispered in my ear, as he turned the dim lights off, climbing under the covers with me. He snuggled in next to me, and I laid an arm on his chest. “I love you so much,”
“I love you too,” I replied, allowing myself to fall asleep in his safe, sticky grip.
June 3rd
Anthony drove me home earlier today. I could barely walk up to my house of how much my ass hurt. My mother had guessed my late night actions, since she could see me clearly limping up the stairs. I flopped myself down in my bed, and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep again.
After dropping me off, Anthony was going to his house, to tell his parents that he was gay. He guessed that he would be kicked out of his house, so he had made arrangements with my mom, and had already brought some of his clothes over.
“Ian,” I heard my mom say, as she quietly entered my room.
“Hmm?” I mumbled, opening my eyes again as she sat on the edge of my bed, gently placing her hand on my covered legs.
“How was prom?” She asked, smiling.
“Fun,” I replied, remembering all the events of the night before.
“Good,” She muttered, sighing heavily. “How you feeling?”
“Amazing,” I grinned, closing my eyes again.
She patted my legs as she stood up. “I’ll let you sleep,”
“Mom?” I mumbled, pulling on her arm.
“Hmm?” She exhaled, stopping.
“Thank you,” I said, letting go of her arm, “For everything,”
“I love you sweetheart,” She whispered, kissing my forehead before she left my stuffy room.
I tried to sleep, but I wasn’t very successful. My mind was too busy thinking of situations that Anthony could have with his extremely homophobic father. What if his father hit him again? What if he hurt him? What if he locked him in the house and Anthony had no way of contacting me? What if his dad actually killed him? My eyes started to tear at the thought of Anthony dying.
A sudden ring of the doorbell startled me from my state of imagination. I hopped out of my bed, and limped down the stairs to the front door. Slowly peering through, I saw Anthony standing outside, holding a small suitcase, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He didn’t have any bruises. His nose wasn’t bleeding. He didn’t even look sad. He just had a huge smile on his face.
I opened the door wider, and he shrugged at me.
“So?” I asked, helping him with his suitcase, trying to block my mom who had just run over to hear the story.
“Nothing really,” Anthony smirked, setting his backpack down beside the couch. “He just told me to get out. And that he never wanted to see me or hear from me again,”
“And you’re not hurt by that?” My mom asked, placing a hand on Anthony’s shoulder. She was so much shorter than him. It was actually a bit funny.
“Of course I am. I just don’t care,” Anthony smiled, looking over at me, “I’ve got other priorities,”
“That’s why I love you, Anthony,” My mom said, kissing Anthony on the cheek, “Welcome to the family,”
“Thank you,” He grinned, giving her small body a big hug. He let go after a moment, and she wandered back into the kitchen with a smile.
“Is this it?” I asked, gesturing to his bags, grabbing his backpack.
“For now. Dad said to come back later and get the rest of my things,”
I nodded and helped Anthony get his things into my room.
“How’s your ass?” Anthony laughed, giving it a light slap as I bent down to pick something up. He quickly sat down on my bed, and smoothed out his hair.
“Hurt’s like fuck,” I joked, seating myself in his lap. “But it’s worth it,”
We both giggled and I leaned in for another kiss.
“So, I have found this one nice house in Sacramento. Nice area and it’s pretty cheap,” Anthony suggested, pulling a paper out of the back of his jean pocket, handing it to me.
And, I guess, the rest is history.