Hierarchy of Needs
Chapter Three:
The Chosen Path
I
inserted the key into the door and braced myself for the worst. With a
tentative push, I entered the house and
found my parents fighting, momentarily interrupted by my entrance. I had lost
track of time.
"Where
the hell have you been?" My mother asked.
"When
you didn't call us at 11 o'clock, we began to worry about you," My father
added.
"What
do you think you're doing with that boy anyway?"
"Leave
him out of this!" I shot to my father.
"You're
a damn faggot, aren't you?!" My father shouted.
"Look,"
I began, "I'm 18. I can take care of myself!" I shot my response and
stormed off upstairs and slammed my door. My parents fighting resumed, and
their angry voices filtered through the closed door. I turned my stereo on and
blasted some music to drown out their arguing. I went to my bed and collapsed
into one of the pillows and sobbed. I needed to get out of this house if I was
ever going to be truly happy. Where would I go? I grabbed the cordless phone from
the nightstand and dialed Jeff's number.
"Hello?"
"Hi,
is Jeff there?"
"One
moment." I was a nervous wreck waiting to be connected to Jeff. I had to
let this out to somebody. My father's voice was getting closer to the door and
I heard his footsteps on stairs.
"Boy?
I swear to God I'm gonna teach your fruity ass a
lesson!" I quickly ran to my door and made sure it was locked.
"Hello?"
Jeff asked.
"Hi,
it's Curtis," I stammered, trying to talk over my father's shouting.
"Hey
babe, everything alright? There's a lot of noise over there, I can hear it
pounding through the phone," Jeff asked with concern.
"No,
I'm not alright. Do you think you can pick me up really soon?"
"Yeah,
I'll be right over."
"Ok,
I'm going to start walking towards your house, just look for me along the
way."
I
clicked off the phone, threw it on my bed, and scrambled out the window. I
jumped off the roof onto the grass below and started running through the cool
night air towards Jeff's house. The events that transpired earlier kept
replaying through my mind. Who I wanted to date should be my own business. I
shouldn't have to answer to anyone for what I do on my own time and who I hang
out with. I let out a long sigh as I quickened my pace putting further distance
between my house and myself. A short while later as I neared the end of my
road, I heard a car engine approaching
from the distance. I looked up and saw the warm glow of headlights, and finally, the car slowed to a halt beside me.
Jeff put the car in park, hopped out, and ran over to me.
"Curtis,
what's wrong?!" Jeff asked in a panic.
"I'm
fine, I just had to get out of my house," I said. Jeff pulled me into him
and gave me a hug. He gently kissed the crook of my neck and then leaned in so
his mouth was right next to my ear.
"I
love you, babe," Jeff whispered softly.
"I
love you, too," I whispered back, pulling Jeff into another hug. "We
should get going though, people will start to wonder what we're doing with a
car parked in the middle of the road so late in the night," I said,
smiling as a tone of happiness returned to my voice, and climbed in the
passenger seat. Back behind the wheel, Jeff asked for a destination. I thought
for a moment. "The bridge would be nice," I said.
Without
saying another word, Jeff navigated his car towards what had now become our
spot, as I'm sure it was other's favorite romantic spot long before us. We were
merely carrying on the tradition I
suppose. The brief ride was spent in silence, and I could feel Jeff's eyes as
they passed from the road, then to my face, and
back to the road again several times. Jeff slowed the car to a stop just
after the bridge and parked and shut the headlights off. He didn't say a word and didn't make an attempt to exit the
car. It was apparent he was waiting for a cue from me as to what should happen
next. I slid across the front passenger seat next to him and laid my head on
his shoulder.
"I
just love being with you," I said as
if defending myself from a silent questioning in his eyes.
"Not
as much as I do," he said, stroking my hair across my forehead, and
letting his hand come to rest on my
chest. He pulled me close to him and
began to talk freely. "Curtis," he began, "I know you might not
want to talk about it now, but just let me say this. You can't keep running
from your problems, or your parents. You're going to have to deal with them
now, or in the near future, before they become too big to deal with on your
own. You won't be alone in this though. I am here to support you. I love you,
Curtis, and I will do anything I can to help you."
I
was sobbing on Jeff's shoulder now. I gently kissed his neck. "Thank
You," I whispered. "No one has cared enough about me before to say
such things."
"Curtis,
I hate seeing you like this. You deserve so much more from this life. People
are going to try to use you your whole life; don't let your parents get an
early start now." Jeff paused, letting the silence linger while he formed
his next thought. "Look at the bridge spanning the distance from the one
shore to the next. It only fulfills one
purpose, to join the two sides of land divided by the water. The bridge is
content doing what it was designed to do. The bridge supports the weight of objects crossing over it in order to
get to the other bank. The bridge doesn't care about what flows under it, so
long as nothing tries to shake it from its foundation in the center of the
flow." Jeff paused again, with a nostalgic look in his eyes. "Curtis,"
he began, "I want us to be like that bridge. I want us to carry each other
through this life together getting from one event to the next without having to
worry about hte small details in life.
This fight you had with your parents seems huge to you now, but just wait a while. Pretty soon it will all just be water
under the bridge."
I
groaned as he laughed at his horrible pun. "You made me wait all that time
for THAT?!" I complained.
"Hey,
you know you liked it," Jeff said, winking at me.
A
tired smile stretched its way across my face and I laid my head back down on
his shoulder. The silence slowly gave way to the sound of water as it flowed
effortlessly underneath the bridge and the rustling of leaves as the summer
night's light breeze weaved through the trees around us.
We
remained that way as I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the sun was beginning
to rise, and I realized I had lost track of time. Jeff was awake, and we were
in the same position as when we had fallen asleep. "Sorry, I should have
moved so you would be more comfortable," I said, feeling guilty.
"Hush,"
Jeff said, placing a finger over my lips. "I'm glad you didn't move,"
Jeff said, kissing me on my lips where his finger had been just seconds before.
Warmth flooded my insides as I looked at my man sitting next to me. I instantly
said a prayer of thanksgiving to God for blessing me so much to allow me to
love and be loved by this man.
I
was so overwhelmed by my love and affection for this man that I needed to show
him how much he really meant to me as if
he didn't already have a totally complete idea. I reclined my seat and Jeff
climbed on top of me and we passionately kissed back and forth. The rolled up
windows began to fog up around the edges and I enjoyed the heat of our bodies
transferring to each other. Each touch of his hand upon my body was like an
electric shock of pleasure that traveled directly up my spine to my brain and
emanated throughout my entire body many times over. The leather covered car
seats mimicked our groans and moans of pleasure and sexual frustration as my
mouth longingly searched for his for yet
another kiss. I wrapped my arms around his back and grabbed his ass and pulled
his groin into mine. It was as if we were trying to merge two bodies into one,
with all the force we were using. Combined with his electric touches, the
grinding of our flesh together in a slow and deliberate way was doing purely
heavenly things to both of us. I lovingly and gently bit at his earlobe and
kissed his neck.
"I need you," I breathed,
"always and forever."
"I
will never leave you," he said, stopping his motions and gazing into my
eyes making sure I knew he wasn't just saying it in the moment. I answered in
agreement by kissing him strongly on his lips. Our tongues made love to each
other, matching the movements the rest of our bodies were inflicting upon one
another.
We
held each other closely as our hands roamed over each other, exciting us beyond
belief. I started unzipping his pants desperately as he tried to strip my
shirt. I paused to help him and then
resumed frantically removing his pants. In record time, we were both naked in
each other's arms. I was delirious with only one thing clouding my entire
vision. I needed this to happen. We grabbed each other's cocks almost
instantaneously and started stroking, he with the heavy touch and I with the
feathery-light touch which I loved to use. His mouth left mine and started
moving downwards my chest, kissing and licking while I stroked him off. He
found my nipple, involuntarily biting as my finger entered into him slowly. The
mutual sensations caused us both to jump. He looked up, giving me a grimace in
apology as I wiggled my way in deeper, slowly stretching his muscles. He looked
at me in surprise and I hesitated. I gave him a kiss, looking into his eyes and
continued my exploration of his hole, fingering my way gently around and
starting to finger-fuck him. He looked stunned at my actions for a moment and
went back to licking my nipple, a dazed expression on his face.
We
started moving into a 69 position, still stroking each other. He kissed me
quickly, and I maneuvered my face in front of his crotch. I let all the
problems and negativity I had been experiencing from earlier just melt away. I
was complete. This is what I wanted, what made me feel whole. With the newfound
clarity in place, we laid on our sides and I felt him grasp my cock, giving the
head of my cock a soft lick with the tip of his tongue. That caused me to
shiver and my fingers to jerk inside him, causing him to groan in pleasure. I
didn't even bother with licking, I took his cock right into my mouth and
started stroking slowly, my lips clamped light around his shaft- and what's
more, I felt him mirroring my actions. I didn't want this to end. I couldn't
let this end. I had to make this last for as long as possible. I felt his hand
slide between my legs, massaging my balls, his fingers squeezing and pulling. I
added a second finger into him, causing him to stop sucking me. I looked down
and saw him staring at me with a serious look. He grabbed his pants lying in a
heap beside him, fished out a condom, tossed it to me.
I
scrambled to my knees and my eyes widened and he gave me a shaky smile and
rolled onto his back, keeping eye contact with me and licking his lips. I took
a deep breath, tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto my pulsing
cock. Thankfully, it was already lubed; I had no idea what I would have done
without lube. I moved closer to him, picked up his legs and set them on my shoulders.
I bent down, kissing him gently, his reassuring smile all the impetus I needed
for me to begin. I pushed against his hole, sliding slowly into him. I sat up,
breaking eye contact with him, stopping with just the head in him, watching his
expression. He nodded; I leaned forward a little, causing me to slide a bit
more into him. I started to thrust, going a little bit deeper in with each
gentle thrust, letting him get used to my cock in him. I bent down, licked a
nipple, watching and listening with a satisfied ear as he groaned in pleasure.
I gently entered fully into him, my balls touching his ass, and started
thrusting a bit quicker, using my full length, pulling back to just nearly
popping out, then shoving back in as far as I could go, feeling his tight
muscles clench my cock as I made love to him. I watched as he started jacking
in time to my rhythmic motion. I felt
his legs wrap around my back, pulling me closer as I started to pound him hard,
our eyes making contact once again.
His
eyes were so beautiful and expressive and
showed the pleasure and joy he was experiencing and I knew he could read mine.
We continued for what seemed like hours
but was, in reality, a short time. I felt
his muscles start to tighten around my cock and watched his nipples darken and
his body start to flush. I knew he wasn't far from release, and neither was I
for that matter. I had to fight hard not lose it, not wanting to cum before he
did. I wanted it to be mutual---or at least, as close as we could get.
Suddenly, he caught me off guard, cried out and blew spurt after spurt of
white-hot creamy cum all over his chest. His muscles squeezed around me so hard
that I lost all control and exploded into him mere seconds after he came.
Moaning, pounding him hard as I could, our eyes locked on each other the whole
time. I knew then we'd not be separated; we were together once and for all, and
this had sealed it.