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Christopher's Story

Chapter 17


    I didn't see Ted or Lane for the rest of the party.  I assumed that Ted was "visiting" with a friend.  I wasn't really concerned about where Lane was as long as he wasn't around me.  I wasn't so sure that I liked him, but I didn't know why.  He'd been very nice so far, but something about him just didn't sit right with me.

    I sat where I was for the remainder of the party.  A few of the boys that I'd recognized from school came over to me and said hello.  They asked questions about what classes I was taking in school and where I had lived before coming to Chicago, but when I only gave them vague answers, they left me alone.

    The only thing that really caught my attention and held it for more than a few seconds was Puck walking through the apartment naked.  He was tall and kind of thin like James.  His hair was dark and cut short, and he had the beginning of a mustache.  His dick swung back and forth in front of him as he walked, but he didn't seem to care.

    People kept patting him on his naked ass and groping his flaccid dick.  Before I knew what was happening, he walked right over to the couch and sat down next to me.  He looked at me and smiled.   It would have made him look attractive if I hadn't just seen him take on an entire room full of guys.

    "You live in my building," he said.  His voice was flat, and I detected a slight accent.  I couldn't put my finger on where the accent came from.

    "I'm being held prisoner by my mother," I replied.  I could mask the sarcasm in my voice, but I didn't really want to offend him.

    "Prisoner?" he said, smiling.  "What's that supposed to mean?"

    "It means that she stole me from my father," I said.

    "You don't like me, do you?" he asked.

    "I don't know you," I replied.

    "Well, maybe we should change that," he said, smiling.  "Wanna go in the other room?"

    "No, thank you," I said.  "I'd much rather sit here."

    "Suit yourself," he said, smiling again.

    He sat there for a few minutes and then some other boys came over and grabbed him.  They walked off to "the other room", and I stared after them.  I had to admit that a part of me wanted to watch what they were doing.  Part of me wanted to be a part of what they were doing.

    I wouldn't have anything to do with it, though.  If Puck wanted to be used that way, that was his business.  I really didn't even want to be at the party.  I wished Ted would come back so we could leave.  He was the one that I wanted to spend time with anyway.

    I wasn't really happy that he'd brought me to the party.  I didn't want to tell him that, though.  He was only trying to show me around and make me feel better about being in Chicago.  It wouldn't work, but I knew what would.

    Just the thought of Ted made me feel better.  I was having feelings that I'd never had before.  I didn't know what they were.  All I knew was that I wanted to be with Ted all the time.   I thought of him in the morning when I woke up.  I thought of him at night before I fell asleep.  He occupied my thoughts for most of the day.

    We'd been alone together in his bedroom several times, but he'd never made a sexual move on me once.   I didn't know if it was just that he didn't want to risk having sex in his apartment or not.  I had to find a way to tell him how I felt about him.  I just needed to figure out exactly how I felt.

    "I said, 'NO'," cried Puck's voice from another room, breaking me out of my thoughts of Ted.

    Everyone started for the room that Puck was in.  I got up and followed.  What I saw was Puck laying on a bed with his legs being held by an older boy who I didn't recognize.  There was another boy in front of Puck with his fingers inside Puck's ass.

    "You'll like it," said the boy.  "Just shut up."

    "Let me up," cried Puck.  "If you don't let me up, I swear to God I'll start screaming."

    "So scream," said the boy holding his legs.  "No one around here will care."

    They both laughed, and the other boy inserted another finger into Puck's ass.  He had almost his entire hand in Puck's ass, and Puck started to cry.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't know Puck, but I didn't want to leave him there, either.

    "Alright," said Lane's voice from behind me.  "That's enough."

    He moved into the room as the crowd of boys scattered.  With shocking strength, he grabbed the boy in front of Puck and dragged him off the bed.  The other boy let go of Puck's legs at he same time.

    "What the Hell?" asked the boy.

    "You and your little friend need to leave my party," said Lane.  "Your kind aren't welcome here."

    "We were just giving the little faggot something . . ."

    Lane turned around and grabbed the other boy by the throat, silencing him.  He shoved, and the boy fell to the floor.  He was gripping the spot where Lane's hand had been and breathing hard.   There was hatred in his eyes.

    "I suggest you both get out of my apartment before I start kicking your asses," said Lane.

    The two boys got up and walked toward the door.  The one who'd argued with Lane stopped in front of me.   He was about 5'8" or 5'9" tall with reddish brown hair and green eyes.   He smiled at me, and I felt sick in my stomach.

    "Come on, Chris," said Ted from behind me.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.

  Ted and I walked back to our apartment building together.  He talked about some of the other boys at the party while I tried to think of a way to tell him that I wanted him.  I didn't know why it was so hard for me to tell him how I felt.   Normally, I would just tell him that I wanted to have sex with him.  I wasn't a shy boy.  Being nervous about sex was new for me.

    Sure, this time it was a little different.   I didn't just want to have sex with Ted.  I wanted a lot more from him, but I didn't even know what it was that I wanted.  How could I tell him when I didn't know myself.  This was all new to me.  Sex was one thing, but feelings were completely different.

    "You're being awful quiet," he said, dragging me out of my thoughts.

    "Sorry," I said.  "I was just thinking."

    "About Lane?" he asked, smiling at me.

    "No, not about Lane," I replied.   I couldn't believe that he would think that I wanted Lane.  I wasn't against his having sex with boys my age, but I just didn't want to be one of them.  I didn't like him for some reason.  I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't like him.

    "Then who are you thinking about?" he asked.

    "You," I replied before I could stop myself.

    He got real quiet himself after that little one word statement.  I couldn't believe I just blurted it out like that.  I didn't know what to say now that I'd said that.  What was he going to say? I couldn't believe it.  I wished I were anywhere but there.  I was so humiliated.

    "What about me?" he asked, stopping.  He looked so serious, that I thought, for a minute, that he was going to pull a big brother on me and give me a lecture.

    "I like you," I said.  I didn't know what else to say.  I didn't know how to say anything else.

    "You like me," he said.   "What do you mean you like me? I like you, too, Chris."

    "No," I said.  "I like you."

    For some reason it was now very important to me that he understand exactly what I was trying to say.  I didn't know why, but I thought if I could just make him understand, he'd feel the same way about me.  But, I still didn't know exactly how I felt about him.  I just knew that I had to tell him something.

    "Chris," he said.

    "Before you say anything," I interrupted, "I just want to tell you that I think about you all the time. I don't know why, and I don't know when it started. I guess it was because you were so nice to me after what happened with Zack. Maybe it was the fact that you included me when I didn't have any friends."

    "Chris," he said, stopping me.   "I like you a lot. I really do, but I don't like you that way. I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but I can only give you friendship."

    "You think I'm too young?" I asked.

    "No, you aren't too young. I'm only two years older than you," he said.   "I just don't like you that way."

    "You don't think I'm attractive?" I asked.

    "Chris, you're cute as Hell," he said, smiling.  "I just want to be your friend. That's all I want."

    "You don't want me," I said unable to stop the words from falling from my mouth.

    "Chris, like I said, I want to be your friend," he said.  "I don't want any of this to hurt our friendship. If you and I had started off a little bit differently, then I wouldn't have any problem jumping your bones, but we became friends. I don't work that way with friends."

    I thought of me and Tommy.  We'd been best friends for years, and we sucked each other's dicks every chance we got.  Then I thought of Ted sucking Zack's dick.  They were friends, and Ted sucked his dick.

    "What about you and Zack?" I asked him.

    "Zack and I were never friends," he said.  "Zack and I hung out, because he was all there was in the building to hang out with. I wanted him, Chris. Look at him. Can you tell me that he isn't gorgeous?"

    "He's a dick," I said.

    "Yes, he is," he laughed.   "But a gorgeous one."

    "You sucked his dick," I said.

    "Yes, I sucked his dick," he said, sighing.  "Look, to me, Zack was the older guy who was so sexy, and his letting me suck his dick was great. It took me a while to see that he was just letting me do it so that he could get his rocks off and belittle me at the same time."

    We had reached our building.  I didn't know what else to say to him about this, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to change his mind.  I hated it that I couldn't have him, but I didn't want to lose him as a friend.

    "I'd better get in there," I said.   "I don't want my mom to get too mad."

    "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Chris," said Ted.

    When I got into the apartment, my mom and Jim were out, and Zack was nowhere to be found.  I was happy for that.  I went into my room and closed the door.  Being Friday night, I didn't have to go to sleep early, and I didn't have any homework to do.  I could feel free to just watch television until I fell asleep on my own.

    I went to the kitchen to get myself a soda as Zack walked into the apartment.  He smiled at me when he saw me in the kitchen, but he didn't say anything to me.  I could tell by the way that he staggered around the apartment that he'd been drinking.  I couldn't wait to see what would happen in the bedroom.

    "Dude," he said to me when I walked into the bedroom, "You need to learn to give head."

    "Leave me alone, Zack," I said, sitting on my bed.

    "I'm not going to even try to put my dick in your mouth again," he said.  "I don't want you to puke on it again."

    "Leave me alone," I said again.

    "Hey," he said, smiling.  "I'm bein' friendly."

    "You're drunk," I said.

    "And you're a smartass," he laughed.  "I hate you, Chris."

    "The feeling is mutual, Zack," I said.  "Believe me."

    "Oh, I believe you, all right," he said.  "I think you want to do anything you can to get me into trouble."

    "That's stupid," I said.

    "You callin' me stupid?" he shouted.  He got up and stood in front of me.

    "I didn't call you anything," I said, looking up at him.

    I didn't want to face off with him tonight.  I was already in a rotten mood, and dealing with him wasn't going to make it any better.  I wished he'd just pass out and leave me alone.   However, I knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon.  I told myself that I just had to watch what I said to him, and maybe he'd leave me alone.

    "You said I was stupid," he said, grabbing my shirt under my chin and pulling me to my feet.

    "Let go, Zack," I said, hoping that my mother and Jim would come home before this got too bad.

    "I get real tired of you tellin' me what to do, faggot," he said, twisting the fist full of shirt he had.  "I think I need to show you who's boss around here."

    "My mom will be home any minute," I said.

    "And she'll believe whatever I tell her," he said, grinning.  "She didn't believe you when you told her that I tried to make you suck my dick."

    "You lied to her and made her think I did something to you," I accused.

    "Fuck you, Chris," he said.  "I'm gonna beat your little smart ass for you."

    "I think that's quite enough," said my mother from the doorway, startling Zack.

    He let go of my shirt and stepped back.  He stepped back so fast that he tripped and fell across his bed.   He giggled and grinned up at my mom like an idiot.  I could see that my mom was mad.  She had her hands on her hips, and her lips were pursed.

    "How long were you standing there?" I asked her.

    "Long enough to owe you an apology," she said, glancing at me.  "Zack, I want you to get yourself in that bed, and I don't want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the night."

    "Yes, ma'am," he laughed.

    "Christopher, please come to the kitchen with me," she said, turning to leave the room.

    I followed her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.  Jim was sitting at the table, waiting for us.   I wondered just what my mom would have to say about this.  Had she heard Zack talk about trying to make me suck his dick? Had she heard him say that she didn't believe me, but it was true?

    "Mom, I didn't do anything to Zack," I said, taking my seat across from her at the table.

    "I know you didn't do anything to him," she said.  "I want to apologize for not believe you when you tried to tell me what he did to you the other day. I really am sorry. You aren't staying in that room tonight. You can sleep on the fold out couch for the night. Tomorrow, we'll see just what can be done about all of this."

    "Thank you," I said.  "He really had me scared until you came in."

    "I'm sorry, Christopher," she said.  She really looked and sounded sincere.  I almost wanted to hug her and apologize for being such a shit to her since I'd gotten here, but I wasn't that grateful.

    "We'll talk to Zack in the morning," said Jim.  "For now, why don't you get the blanket and pillows out of the hall closet and make up the sofa."

    I did as he said, and as I worked, I listened to them talking.  Jim told her that she should call the police and have Zack arrested, but she said it wasn't that serious.  When he insisted that it was that serious, she sounded like she was annoyed.

    "Nothing happened, Jim," she said.

    "Only because Chris got away from him," he said.  "What's going to happen the next time they are alone together in this apartment?"

    "I'm sure it isn't anything to worry about," she said dismissively.

    "Correct me if I'm wrong," he said, "but isn't this the exact sort of situation that you said you were trying to protect Chris from by moving him here and taking him from his father?"

    "How dare you?" my mother gasped.  "Chris is my son. You have no right to tell me how to raise my children. When your sons come to visit, then you can tell me what to do with them. Chris isn't yours. Remember that."

    They went to their room after that.  I went to bed on the sofa bed.  I kept a close eye on my bedroom door.  I was certain that Zack would come charging after me at any time.  I didn't think I would sleep at all.

    I could also still hear my mother and Jim arguing in their room.  Jim continued to try and persuade my mother to have Zack arrested, and my mother continued to refuse.  Just when I thought I should cut her some slack, she proved to me that she was not worth anything by disgust.

    Jim, on the other hand, was proving to be a good guy.  My original opinion about him had been tainted by the thought that he took my mother from my father.  Now, I wasn't so sure that this was the case.  Jim seemed like a nice guy, and he'd come to my rescue a few times.   His insisting that Zack be arrested for trying to make me suck his dick changed my opinion of him even more.

    Finally, I was too tired to listen to them anymore.  I could hear Zack snoring in the other bedroom, and I chanced closing my eyes.  At first, I couldn't keep them closed, but then I really did fall asleep.  It was a peaceful sleep, and I savored it.

    The next morning, shouting woke me up.  My mother was shouting something at Zack, and when I opened my eyes, they were both standing in the living room.  I stayed quiet and tried to pretend that I was asleep so they wouldn't see me and drag me into it.

    "I heard you, Zack," shouted my mother.

    "I was drunk," he said.  "I don't know what I said, but I know I didn't say anything like that!"

    "I don't ever want you alone with Chris again," she said.  "I swear to God if I find out that you hurt him, I'll call the police so fast."

    "Alone with him?" he laughed.  "We share a bedroom, Maggie."

    "Not as of today you don't," she said.

    I wondered what she was talking about.  I certainly didn't want to sleep in the living room every night.   Then Zack would be able to come out of his room and grab me any time he liked.   I needed a room of my own.

    "What's that supposed to mean?" he shouted.  "Are you throwing me out?"

    "I should," said my mother.  "But that's not what I'm doing. I'm moving Chris into my office."

    He stalked back into the bedroom and slammed the door.  My mother went back to her own bedroom, and then I heard someone moving things around in her office.  I wanted to get up and go see what was happening, but I still didn't want them to know that I was awake.

    My mother's office was a room that she hadn't allowed me to enter.  I had no idea what it looked like.   It was right off the kitchen on the other side of the apartment from the bedroom that I'd been staying in.  My mother's bedroom was almost on the other side of the apartment.

    I would have more privacy than anyone in the apartment.  This might just work out for me.  I'd be able to go into my room, shut the door and not worry about who was on the other side of the wall.  I couldn't wait to move into that room.