Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2007 14:20:02 -0700 (PDT) From: YerrBoi Subject: His smile - Chapter 7 Sitting in the car next to Hilda, I can't help but think being in love makes life so much more complicated. Sure I thought it'd be easy, but I guess I forgot who I was dealing with. "Are you even listening to me"!?! Hilda shouts. "No", I reply bluntly. "AS I was saying, I wanted you to meet this new guy I'm seeing. He was supposed to meet me here but he hasn't shown up". "That's nice", I reply staring into the clouds with no one on my mind but one person. "Forget it Derek. You'll just wait until prom to see him. He's really hot though, and since you're into guys now I was thinking we could talk about him". "Hilda, sorry for ignoring you, but I'm worried about Henry. We were supposed to meet up after school but he ditched me. Now I'm not sure if he's alright or not". "I could drop you off at his house if you know where he lives"... "Would you? Wait, his dad isn't too keen on seeing me, never mind I'll just call him when I get inside". "Okay no problem. Don't let this guy get you into trouble, that's what I'm here for. And if he does, you know if you need somebody's lights knocked out"- "I know, I know. Between you and Tori, I'm sure I want ever have to get my hands dirty. The women in my life are enough to keep enemies away". "You got it. See you tomorrow D", she says pulling up to my house. "I hope. If I don't get laid tonight, I am so cutting school tomorrow". "HAHAHAhahaha" –and she's gone. As soon as I get in the house, I run to my room and pick up the phone to call Henry. Someone's home upstairs, probably Tori. I forget what days she works and when she doesn't. With hesitant fingers, almost shaking, I dial his number. The way I'm feeling now, it's sickening to worry about someone the way I worry about Henry. That his brother may be affiliated with a dangerous gang, and that his father used to, and might still physically abuse him. So the worst things flow through my mind first, and this isn't the first time I've thought thm. Maybe he should go to college in Chicago. It would be selfish of me to ask him to stay, and it would be safer for him to leave. Not to mention, my life wouldn't be so hectic without him. As much as it hurts to admit it, feeling sorry for someone you love is draining. I wish I could make it better, but as he told me laying down with me yesterday, the best thing I can do is love him, and he's right. The phone rings enough times for me to realize no one's going to answer. I hang up and someone soon knocks on my door. I literally run to answer hoping it's him, but Sandra instead disappoints me. Actually, another friend is kind of what I need right now. "Hey Derek. What's up with you, you don't look so good"? "Nothing much, I'm just worrying about someone". "Anything I can help with"? "Thanks, but nope. It's, uhh, family issues". "Sorry to hear about that, but it seems like you forgot we were going to prom together..." "Oh, right. How'd you know where I live"? "You told me, duhh". "I did...when"? "Sophomore year. When we were supposed to go to the movies or something. It's okay, I forgive you. So, I have to go get my dress and stuff. We're matching right? What color are you wearing"? "Umm, Sandra wait. I already told Drew we were going together and"- "What, are you dating Drew or something", she says jokingly, but obviously hoping it's not true. "What?! NO! No, he's like my best friend. I can't just let him down, so he has to come with us". "Ohhhh alright. Fine, but he's leaving ALONE". "You do know this isn't a real `date' right? It's just prom. I'm only going with someone so my pictures don't look lonely". I bet she's disappointed. "That's what you say now, but prom isn't what the big deal is.. it's the after parties. I don't know if you've realized it or not but our prom is being held in the ball room of an upscale hotel. HOTEL. We're not supposed to be checking into any rooms, but what the hell we're grown. I already got mine reserved. There's going to be an after party on every floor, and an after-after party for all the couples who can afford a room". "Sandra are you crazy!?! The faculty, the chaperones, we won't even be able to get a room! And I didn't even agree to this whole after-before-after party thing". "Chill out, my cousin got the hook-up at the hotel. Who doesn't? But anyway, what color are we wearing"??? "I don't know. I have to ask Drew". "Blue? Okay good. I'll get that white and royal blue dress I saw on sale, and you get something similar okay"? She pulls me into a hug and kisses my cheek. "And make sure everything's done by tomorrow. I don't want you or the limo to be late. Oh yea, and your friend Andre. See you tomorrow"! "IT'S ANDREW"! Crazy ass...how do I get wrapped up in crap like this? I think this girl is going to officially make me strictly gay for the rest of my life. Not that she's ugly, she's not at all. Just too pushy, kind of air headed, and a tiny bit full of herself. And we've been friends for years! Now with nothing else to do, I decide to head over to Henry's house to make sure he's okay. But as soon as I get my keys and walk to the doorway, guess who meets me right there. "Hey sexy, where are you in a rush to"? "Don't hey sexy me! You had me worried sick! I thought Ricky kidnapped you or something". "Chill out, I'm too old to be kidnapped. They were cool, well as cool as possible. I think Ricky was actually worried about me, and my dad thought that I hadn't been home. You know, I was just avoiding him. Shows how much they don't pay me any attention". "So your brother picked you up from school and forced you into his car to tell you he was worried about you"? ...Odd. "Oh, well, I'm not sure, but it didn't seem like his goal to show up and bring me home. I don't know. I didn't want to go because we had already planned to spend the night here, but I couldn't tell him that of course because he might try to start trouble". "So what did you tell him? Did he remember steeling off on you at the party"? "I don't think so. He didn't say anything about it, but he remembers the picture I drew. I told him there was nothing gay about it, that it was just a project and I think he bought it. Maybe he's trying to reconnect with me before I go away or something". "And our sleepover"? "Oh yea, they don't know about it". "So you're sneaking out? And you don't think they'll notice"? "Well Ricky's at his girls' house and my dad hardly cares. We'll be fine, I'll be fine, trust me". "Wow Henry. You are one big sexy headache, you know that"? "Hehe, I try". "Well come in. I'm sure my mom will be glad to see you if she's home". We walk in and go into the kitchen, since I haven't eaten in hours. "Do you want anything to eat? We have leftover macaroni & cheese, we have cereal, we have pop tarts, you name it.."? "Nah, I'm good. Not really hungry. You mind if I go take my things upstairs"? "Sure go ahead". He goes up and I take note of him being a bit unusual. I can't put my finger on it, but maybe something's on his mind. After I heat up my food, my mother walks in from work. "Hey mom, I'm in the kitchen"! She walks in without answering and I immediately notice something's wrong with her too. I must not have gotten the memo... "What's wrong with you"? "Just...work. And your father. He was supposed to take Tori to pay her tickets, and he bailed. For the second time! Which means there's probably a warrant out for her arrest right now. And then my supervisor is being a pain in the ass because I wanted to take a half day to take her – excuse my language – and now I can't find her. GOD! Well how was your day"? "Um, alright compared to yours I guess". "Well I'm going upstairs to see if Tori is there. Don't forget to put the food back in the refrigerator when you're finished". "Okay I won't". Good to know I wasn't the only person being stressed out today. In fact I think Henry...oh crap. I forgot to tell my mom he was here. I hope he's not doing anything questionable... I quickly run upstairs to my room to make sure, and what do I find? Henry in bed with my mother! Just kidding. Gross right? He's just sitting on my bed unpacking his things. "Hey, is your mom upset? She stomped like it", he says in a voice that sounds so involuntarily sweet. "Yea, something about my dad and my sister and tickets and supervisors...I don't know. She just gets like that sometimes, I don't think she started her `changes' yet". "Hahaha, you are so funny. Come here, sit down. I have something to ask you", he says patting the space next to him. I obey as if I was waiting for an order from him. Sitting down, he doesn't say anything, just stares into my eyes for a few seconds. I stare back in a daze that could only be brought on by unrequited love. Finally he asks the question he intended on asking in the first place – "Can I kiss you"? Slightly blushing, I reply, "I don't think my sister or mother would appreciate seeing you kis"- but before I can get the words out, his lips are connected with mine, and his hands are sure to follow. He kisses me like he has been waiting his whole life for it, like we weren't in this same position yesterday. We don't stop until we both need air. "Wow, that was the best kiss I've had since...yesterday". "Maybe you'd get more if you weren't so busy making me laugh all the time". "Heh, nervous reaction I guess". "Don't be nervous baby, I've got that part covered. Just let me take you away. Far, far away". I don't know what the hell he's saying, but each word is more soft and sensual than the last. As his voice gets deeper, his hands find their way to the hard-on in my pants. "Henry seriously, we're gonna get caught if you don't stop. My mom's room is right outside". As if snapping out of a trance he goes reverts back to his awkwardly cute mode. "Oh right, I'm sorry. I've just been...for the past 24 hours you're all I've thought about. I don't want to seem like a sex crazed whore or anything; I love you with all my heart, but other parts of my body want to share that love too". "I understand, you know that. But don't let your hormones get the both of us in trouble. We have a whole night ahead of us to do whatever we want". "But there's school tomorrow...when will we sleep"? Checking to make sure nobody's looking, I give him another light kiss on his lips. "We'll worry about that tomorrow". I then hear my mother approaching just in time to move my face away from his and `act natural'. "Dare we can go get your tux while I take your sister to court – or jail. Oh, I forgot we were having company. Hello Henry, would you like to come shopping with us? You can pick out your tuxedo too". "Thanks ma'am, but I'm not going to prom". We both look at him surprised. "Why not"? "It's too expensive, and I'll be moving in a couple days. I just don't have the time". My mother scowls and exclaims, "Now Henry, that's not a good reason to not go to your own prom. You only get one, who cares if you can't afford the best tux? Come on, me and Derek's child support check will help you pay for it". "Thanks, but that's okay. I'd really rather not go anyway, I had a bad experience once". "Okay, you can come with or stay here until we get back if Derek doesn't mind". "Actually, I was wondering if you could ask dad if I could borrow one of his suits. I remember him wearing a really nice white and blue one before he put on those couple of pounds. I think it'll fit me well, and my dates, both of them, are wearing that color". "Both...nevermind. I'll ask him, but you know how your father is. Saves us some money, here you can use whatever's left to get everything else you need". "Thanks mom! I'm going to make Henry's bed and do some homework for school tomorrow". The bed that he won't be using and the homework that won't get done. "Alright, me and Tori might be out all day so make yourselves something to eat. And don't forget you two have school in the morning so I want you in bed by 10:00". "Don't worry, we will be. Bye". Finally she leaves and takes Tori with her. Which means...oh my gosh...we have the house to ourselves! As soon as I go downstairs to lock the door I can feel Henry's eyes undressing me inch by inch. "Stop it nasty. Don't you want to eat first? I hear sex is good on a full stomach"... Actually I am nervous. I don't really know what to do, or how to initiate it. I'm technically still a virgin by the way. Everywhere. And although I do feel that I'm ready, I'm just not as enthusiastic about it as I thought I'd be. I never thought I'd have such a perfect opportunity. "What's wrong? I'm not making you uncomfortable am I"? I think he feels the same way, but something tells me he's not as new to this as I am. Which would explain his abrupt eagerness. "No it's not you. But uhhh, is this, will it be your first time"? He laughs for a second to imply that he's a pro by now, typical of even gay guys I guess. "No, but with a boy, yes. And in a house, yes. And with someone I love, yes". "I don't quite follow; what do you mean"? "You know that girl who sits behind me in our history class? She's really aggressive and has a thing for bathrooms. Don't worry, we didn't go past 3rd base. No wait, what's 3rd again"? "HENRY! You're not making this any easier! I thought you were, you know, GAY"! "I AM! I mean I think I am...it was just a heat of the moment thing. This was before I even knew your name though...and I was kind of trying to play it straight until I graduated". "Well good job on that. Now you've got your dick half-way out your jeans at some boys house and 2 more days in school", I say making my way up to my bedroom. "Is this really going to be a problem?! I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I didn't think that it mattered". "Of course it matters! That girl flaunts you around on her arm like a trophy everyday! It's like she was teasing me and she knew it! Now I...I finally get to have my payback"! All this yelling is turning me on... "Huh? Do you want this or not? Don't put my hopes up and then send them crashing back down". "Shut up and take your clothes off"! "STOP CONFUSING ME"! That was the last straw, I can't hold it any longer. I bust out laughing and fall on top of him, both of us landing on my bed. Once he truly realizes our little game, he joins me in the laughter. "It really doesn't matter. I love you Henry". "I love you too Dare". With that, we embrace in another passionate kiss. I manage to slip my hands under his shirt, between our bodies, and caress his skin while he does the same. Through our jeans I can feel his dick getting harder and harder, but I can't feel it enough, so I grind mine into his. Between our kissed, he lets out a deep moan, either from me grinding or my fingers on his nipples. I break the kiss so I can take off his shirt, and does it for me too. And wow, the look of his body, every bit as appetizing as I imagined. He's even more muscular than I would've thought, toned with a little bit of meat on his bones, but not beefy at all. And I think he thinks the same about my body, not taking his eyes off of it for second. Without any more hesitation, I lean back on top of him, aiming for his neck this time, and making my way down his beautiful torso. I stop to suck on his nipples while he takes my left hand and nibbles on my thumb to help withstand the amount of pleasure he must be enduring. Then I kiss my way down to his belly button, a cute little mid-way inny/outy like mine. It's like everything about his body is so perfect, down to the precisely shaved stream of hairs he has leading into his boxer-briefs. I can feel his stiff erection practically waiting to bust from anticipation. So I undo his belt slowly enough to make it more sensual, but fast enough so that I don't miss the action. Once his belt is off, I slip my fingers under the rim of his boxers and pull them down slowly with my head resting softly against his stomach and very light pubic hairs. With him caressing the back of my neck, I get his pants down to his knees to reveal a masterpiece of a penis. Seriously, it's like a banana that's only slightly curved to the left. Easily seven inches, maybe eight, and uncut but with the head already peaked out at the top. First I use my tongue to bath it all the way up and down, then engulf it, as much as I could, about half-way to the base. He smoothly rubs the back of my head with one hand, and squeezes my free hand with his. He's definitely trying to hold it back, but I don't want him to. His moans grow louder without any thought of being heard. I suck harder, stopping at the top to massage the head with my tongue and lips, then back down again until without warning, he cums down the back of my throat, almost making me gag. Most of it doesn't even hit my tongue, but the drops that do I spit out onto a towel laying on the floor without him noticing...he may or may not approve of that. I rub his dick up and down again and he actually squirts 2 more times! Drained and nearly out of breath, he shouts, "Oh my gosh, I've never, EVER had an orgasm like that in my life"! "Thanks for the compliment baby. Now aren't you interested in seeing what my dick can do"? "Definitely". Without hesitation, he flips me over so that he's on top, and kisses me again even more deeply than before. I taste nothing but him, and he tastes soooo good. The tickles I get from his light facial hairs turn me on even more! After indulging for a couple more minutes, he follows the same routine I did, but spends a little more time sucking on both my nipples. Man this does feel good..I hold his head in place with one hand and rub his strong back with the other. Not being able to wait any longer, I move him downward to my already partially off pants. He waists no time in slobbing all over my dick, making sure his hot warm mouth covers every part of my endowment. Even his slightly nibbling teeth feel like paradise, every contact my body has with his takes me closer and closer to the until, "AAAAAHHHHhhhhh...ohhhh my..GOODNESS that was amazing"! Just when I think he's finished though, he continues sucking my dick, moving gracefully from the staff to my balls and soaking the top after every plunge. Within a few short seconds, I make another big orgasm that he lets fly onto his lips. I have no idea where the last load went, I was busy up in the clouds, but I watch as he licks up every drop from my dick to my stomach like he was starving for it. "Mmmm, I'm impressed", he utters coming back up to plant soft kisses on my lips. "You're not the only artist in this room", I say too worn out to release anything but a giggle. He lays on top of me for a while longer, then we get up to clean ourselves, eat something, then go to bed. Henry crawls up under the covers naked and makes himself comfortable between my arms. I look into his eyes before drifting off, knowing we're both thinking and dreaming of the exact same thing; that this moment could last forever. But there's always tomorrow.. Great ending, wouldn't you all agree? Of course your questions, comments and even criticisms are always welcomed. Enjoy the happiness, next chapter is titled: Hell pays a visit. ...Or something like that