My name is Tobias Cordera. I'm 16, African-American, Puerto Rican, and White. This is my story.

I was born December 18th, 1990 to a white mother and an Afro-Hispanic father. I have a smooth honey-colored complexion; I'm 5'8” and 130lbs. We never had much and when my father died in a shooting, we were even worse off. I had never been close to my mother. I never paid so much attention to her being white as I do now. Not that I have anything against white people (how could I?), but she just makes me sick. When my father died, she completely let herself go. I think she resented me after his death, because I was the colored kid living in her house. She had no way to explain my being there with my father gone, and the only likeness I had with her were green eyes which she has, and my grandmother had. But after he died, she started to drink a lot. She was sloppy drunk all the time, and I was suffering because of it. She received his life insurance check, and it was gone within a year. She started buying my clothes at the discount stores and we were eating at the Mission all the time. I was sick of it! Sometimes I wondered why she just didn't give me up for adoption. I probably would have been better off.

Today was the first day of my senior year (advanced placement), and I was nervous as hell. I had skipped both sophomore and junior year, and now I was a senior at Hillstead Advanced Studies Academy. I didn't know any of these kids, because in the program I was in, I had to transfer to another high school, in another city (one of the few things my mom ever did for me, although I only think she moved to get away from a boyfriend). We moved to Hillstead, NY, and I wasn't smaller than any of the kids, just younger. As I walked into the building, there was a sign that said 'All Seniors Must Report to the Theatre.' I followed the signs and soon enough I was coming up on the theatre. It was a huge room and it looked like it could house Broadway Plays. I figured it was best to get a seat up front so I could hear everything that was said, but that turned out to be a mistake. A woman got up on stage, and after hushing the huge class of seniors, she began to talk.

Woman: “My name is Eileen Tudisco and I am your principal. You may all refer to me as Mrs. Tudisco. I am a married woman and I would like to be addressed as so. ”

She looked around the room, and I guess she was waiting for a smart comment, but none came. I could tell right of the bat, that I wasn't going to like this woman.

Mrs. Tudisco: “As your principal, it is my duty to make sure that you have a safe, educational, and inspiring experience in school. I was once a student here and I plan on holding up the honor behind the name.”

There was another pause, and she continued again.

Mrs. Tudisco: “I recognize most of the faces here, but not all of them. Could any new students joining us this year please comp up on the stage?”

I think I almost died in my seat. I didn't come here to be stared at, but as the good student I am, I got up and went. There were only two other new students, and they looked like they belonged on the teaching staff.

Mrs. Tudisco: “For the seniors you have already attended this school, I would like you to welcome our newest students.”

After she said that, maybe ten people clapped, but that was about it. What did she think they were going to do? Throw us a party?

Mrs. Tudisco: “I would like each of our new students to step up to the microphone and tell us a little about yourselves.”

There was a groan from everybody, and I was feeling that way myself. This was a waste of time. After the other two people went, I stepped up to the microphone and tried to tell them a little about me.

'' My name is Tobias Cordera. I turned 16 in August, and... Ummmm.... That's it.”

Mrs. Tudisco: “Are you sure you're supposed to be in here?”

'' I'm positive. I skipped the 10th and 11th grade.”

Mrs. Tudisco: “Okay. You can go and take your seat now.”

The meeting ended soon after, and we were finally let out. I made it to homebase, and just tried to sit in the back away from everybody. I noticed a few people that were in the assembly, but none of them really paid attention to me. I was just hoping the time would pass, but it seemed to slow to a crawl. I was thinking about putting my head down, when there was a shadow over my desk. I looked up, and there was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen standing over me. She was a strong mocha color, 5'5”, and she had a hell of a shape. She had a smile on her face, and I couldn't help but return the gesture.

Girl: “Hi.”

'' Hey.”

Girl: “You're name is Tobias right?”

'' That's me. And you are?”

Girl: “Destiny Navarro. But everyone calls me Tess.”

'' Tess... I like that.”

Tess: “Can I sit?”

'' Definitely.”

Tess: “So you're really 16?”

'' Yeah... My birthday was the 18th of December. How old are you?”

She had a look of fake disgust on her face, but I saw through it.

Tess: “You never as a lady her age. But, I ain't a lady, so I'm 17.”

We laughed at that, and then we just started talking and getting to know each other. I slipped up when I told her I was bisexual, but after a brief look of shock, we were back to talking.

'' Are you okay with that?”

Tess: “Me? I'm fine with it. Most other people will be too. But there are some assholes here, so be careful. Okay?”

'' Okay.”

The bell rung and we got up to leave.

Tess: “Let me see your schedule.”

I handed it to her, and she took out a pen and started writing on it. She handed it back to me, and she had written down little notes on the best ways to get to class, and the classes I had with her.

Tess: “Don't lose this, but I'll draw you up a map at lunch.”

'' Okay.”

The day went by fast enough, and a few hours later, I was rushing out the door. I saw Tess over by a few friends, and I was a little weary in going over there. She noticed me standing a little ways off, and she waved me over.

Tess: “(laughing) What the hell you standing over there looking all shy for? I've gotta introduce you to my girls.”

She pointed to a Caucasian girl with shoulder length blond hair, and introduced her as Michelle. She then pointed to a Latin girl with short spiky hair, and she introduced her as Larissa. There was another girl who was black, and she was named Mi'Asia. I said Hello to all of them, and then they dispersed. I told Tess I was leaving, and she offered me a ride, but I declined. I wanted to get around the town a little more before I had to go home.

Hillstead was a beautiful small town, and it was very diverse. I didn't see many bad things about it, and I only saw one or two bummy looking people. I was walking down Main Street, which was the longest street in the town, when I noticed a beautiful blood red '63 Mustang Convertible. I had never seen such a beauty, and it was almost like I was drawn to it. Just as my hand was about to touch the paint, a voice seemed to crash into my ear.

... : “What the fuck?”

I looked to the sound of the voice, and there was a man standing there. And what a man he was. He was 6'2”, Hispanic, about 190lbs of muscle, and he had curly brown hair. My 8” were instantly hard, but when I looked at his face, it went down just as quickly. I snatched my hand back, and looked at him in shock.

'' I was just....”

Guy: “You were just about to touch my fucking car. I just got it detailed you little shit.”

'' I said I was sorry. I've just never seen a car like this in person.”

Guy: “Well if you ever want to see anything again, I suggest you back up!”

I stepped onto the sidewalk, and after he gave me another dirty look, he started up his car and sped off. I was still standing there shocked, but after a moment, I snapped out of it. I figured after that, that I had done enough exploring, so I started walking home.

It was about another twenty minutes, and as I was walking down my street, I saw the same red Mustang. My heart kind of jumped up into my chest, but I tried to walk by as if I hadn't seen it. I was passing the house next to mine, when the door opened and out walked the same guy. A girl was following behind him cussing, and I just tried to speed up, but he saw me and yelled out to me.

Guy: “Yo! Hold up a minute.”

'' Umm....”

Guy: “You're the kid I yelled at on Main right?”

'' Umm... Yeah. That's me.”

Guy: “I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have tripped about the car, but I was stressed about this bitch.”

'' It's cool.”

Guy: “Where you headed?”

'' I live right next door.”

Guy: “Word?”

'' Yeah.”

Guy: “But really... Like I said, I'm sorry about yelling at you and shit.”

'' Really, it's cool.”

Guy: “Aight then. But, what's your name Shorty?”

'' Tobias. You?”

Guy: “Deacon, but everyone calls me Deke.”

'' Okay Deacon.”

Deacon: “Well I gotta get going Shorty. If I'm still fucking with this bitch, I'll be seeing you around.”

I watched as he drove away, and I went into my house. It was a complete mess and my mother was passed out on the floor. I passed her going to my room and set all of my things down. I pulled out my homework, and within two hours, I was done. I walked back outside to get something to eat, and my mom was pulling herself up off of the floor.

Mom: “Why didn't you wake me up?”

I gave her a fake smile and answered her dumb ass question.

'' You looked some comfortable. I didn't want to wake you up?”

Mom: “Don't get smart with me you little shit.”

The smile was instantly wiped away from my face, and she considered that a challenge. She took a few steps closer to me, but I didn't back down.

'' Maybe if you weren't such a sloppy drunk bitch, you wouldn't have passed out on the floor.”

She cocked her hand back and slapped me as hard as she could. It didn't really hurt, but I was more surprised than anything. It took everything in me not to break her jaw, but I turned around and walked back to my room. I packed a bag and took some of the money I had hidden in various spots throughout my room. I was going to go out the front door, but I decided to go out the window. I went around the backyard, and when I did, Deacon was sitting in his car in front of my neighbor’s house. I walked a little further out, and I was caught off guard when I saw my mom sitting on the porch.

Mom: “Where do you think you're going?”

'' Out.”

Mom: “I asked you a question, and I expect an appropriate answer. Now where are you going?”

'' Anywhere but here.”

Mom: “Get your ass back in the house.”

'' No. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

She stood up, and she looked like she was about to come off of the porch.

'' I said get your oreo ass back in the house.”

I was about to try and kill that bitch, but I felt a sharp pain on my arm, and when I looked up, Deacon had me in a vice-grip.

Deacon: “You need to respect your mother.”

Mom: “I don't need your help. Hell...I don't even know you.”

Deacon: “I'm going to take him with me Ma'am. For a little bit.”

'' I'm not going anywhere with you.”

Deacon: “Yes you are little nigga.”

He pulled me by arm until we got to his car, opened the door, and basically threw me in the car. I was going to open the door, and get out, but as he was circling the front of the car, he gave me a look and I sat still. He got in the car and as he started it, his 'girlfriend' came outside.

Girl: “Where are you going?”

Deacon: “I'm chillin' with my little homie for a minute.”

Girl: “How the fuck you even know him?”

Deacon: “Don't worry about it... Go yo' ass back in the house.”

Girl: “Fuck you Deke!”

Deacon: “Whatever.”

He put the car in drive, and we were gone. I didn't know where we were going, but he left our small town behind, and he went to one of the bigger surrounding cities. I wasn't really paying attention, and I didn't even notice when we pulled up into the driveway of what had to be a mansion.

'' Oh my God! You live here?”

Deacon: “Yeah. This is one of my cribs.”

I followed him into the house, and as we walked in a little, a small white man with a tuxedo on came out of one of the hallways. He looked to be straight out of one of those rich people movies, and I almost laughed. He handed Deacon a stack of papers, a Dasani, and a small white box. He didn't notice me at first, but when he did, he asked me if I wanted anything.

'' No. I'm fine.”

Deacon: “He'll take a water. Bring it up to the Game Room.”

He started walking up a long flight of stairs, and I ran to catch up to him.

'' I didn't want anything. I don't even want to be here.”

Deacon: “Well you are, and I'm offering you something, so you're going to take it.”

I followed him into a large room, and it was a Gamers’ Heaven. There was every system ever made going all the way back to a damn Atari. I was amazed to be honest. He walked over to a big screen TV. And started playing Virtua Fighter 5.

'' I got away for a little bit. Can you please bring me back home?”

Deacon: “Naw. You're going to spend the night.”

'' What?! What the fuck do you mean I'm going to spend the night?”

Deacon: “Just what I said, so you might as well get comfortable.”

'' You must be out of your damn mind. I don't even know you.”

He kept playing the game like I wasn't talking to him, and I started walking towards the door.

'' I'll walk home if I have to.”

Deacon: “You ain't walking nowhere. Sit your ass down!”

I walked back to the couch and sat down. I wish I had a knife or something, because I wanted to jump on him so bad. The butler guy came up a few minutes later, and after handing me my water, he left out of the room again.

Deacon: “That's Basil my butler.”

'' I don't give a fuck.”

Deacon: “You talk to all adults like that?”

'' Just the ones I don't like.”

He laughed that off and continued to play his game. I got really bored so I got up and started to wander around the room.

'' How did you afford all of this?”

Deacon: “I'm a business man.”

'' What kind of business?”

Deacon: “Imports, exports... Distribution.”

'' So you're a drug dealer.”

Deacon: “How do you figure?”

'' You're Hispanic and you spend your time in the hood. Business men don't do that, especially for a 'bitch.' Shouldn't you have some bouncy blond on your arm?”

Deacon: “I have one of those on speed dial.”

'' You're pathetic.”

I saw a dark look pass over his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He got up off of the couch, and walked to the door.

Deacon: “Come on. I'll show you where your room is.”

'' Can you please just take me home?”

Deacon: “It's late. I don't feel like driving.”

'' Then why the fuck did you bring me out here?”

He crossed the distance between us, and slammed me into the wall so fast, that I was seeing double. I tried to push him off of me, but he wouldn't budge.

Deacon: “You have a lot of fucking mouth. Didn't your mom raise you with some respect?”

I knocked his hands off of me and pushed past him. I was walking down the hall, and didn't stop. I passed by three doors, and the last one I passed was his.

Deacon: “I'll be in there all night. Your room is the next door.”

He watched me walk into the room and then he went into his own. Upset is an understatement for what I was feeling. I was so wrapped up in my own feelings, that I didn't even realize the beauty of the room I was in. I didn't really notice anything, as I buried my face in a pillow and started crying. I hadn't cried in years. Actually I hadn't cried since the death of my father. I heard the door open, and I wiped all my tears away.

Deacon: “You okay?”

'' What do you care?”

Deacon: “I don't.”

I laid my head back down and just tried to go to sleep. He clearly wasn't going to take me home, so I could at least try and get some sleep.

About twenty minutes later, I still hadn't gone to sleep. It had started raining a little outside, and I was getting nervous. In all my life, I had hardly seen rain without thunder and lightning, and that scared the hell out of me. There was a soft knock on my door, and then it was opened.

Deacon: “You sleep?”

He walked into the room and stood beside my bed. He could see that my eyes were open, but I wouldn't talk to him.

Deacon: “I had Basil run out and get you some pajamas. I didn't know what size you wore, so I had him get a few different pairs.”

I didn't answer him or even acknowledge he was there. I was more concerned with staying calm. I hurried and put on the pajamas and then got back under the covers. Keraunophobia was what the Internet said it was. The irrational fear of lighting. When my father was murdered it was on a rainy day. There was a drive-by shooting, and I couldn't tell the sound of thunder, from the sound of the bullets. Ever since then, I have gone into almost delirious states whenever there was lightning. He left when I didn't say anything, and he shut the door behind him. There was a loud boom of thunder and I passed out.

When I finally came around, I was curled into a ball tucked away in the corner. I had wet spots all over my face, and it hurt to breath. I got up off of the floor, and walked the short distance to Deacon's room. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I didn't know what to do, so I just walked into his room. I was scared as hell, because I didn't know if it was okay to come in here.

'' Deac.... Deacon... Are you in here?”

I got no answer, so I walked further into his room. I was looking around for him, and I couldn't help but take in the beauty of his room. Whoever built and designed this house had great talent, because I had never seen something so beautiful. I walked further into the room, and I saw that he had a walk-in closet that was open. I walked in that direction and saw a light coming from the floor. There was a dip in the floor, and when I looked, there were stairs leading to a room under the floor. I was curious now, so I followed the steps, and when the ended, I was looking at the backs of three big guys. They heard me on the last step, and they all turned around drawing guns on me. I almost passed out at the mere sight of them, but after swaying for a moment, I got my breath back. Deacon whispered something to them, and they all left. I could see there was what looked to be a laboratory around the corner, and a storage closet a few feet away. I finished sweeping the room, and when I looked into his face, he looked like he wanted to punch the hell out of me.

Deacon: “What the fuck do you think you're doing? You almost cost me four million dollars.”

'' I'm sorry.... I was scared. The lightning.....”

Deacon: “You're damn near grown. You're scared of lightning?”

'' I have been ever since my father died.”

Deacon: "Get the fuck back upstairs.”

I walked up the stairs, and he was right behind me. I was going to go back to the other room, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

Deacon: “Naw. You're going to stay in here.”

'' No. I'll go back to the other room.”

Deacon: “You think I'm going to let you wonder around the rest of my house? I don't think so.”

'' If you would have just taken me home, none of this would have happened.”

Deacon: “Well I didn't, so deal with it.”

He pushed me on the bed, and started walking to his bathroom.

Deacon: “I'm going to take a shower. You better be in that bed when I get back.”

I laid down, and tried to go to sleep. I had been in this whack ass town for less than three weeks, today was my first day of school, and I had already been kidnapped. I wanted to call Tess and tell her to call the police, but I was too scared of what might happen. About twenty minutes later, he came out of the shower, and he was just wearing a towel. I lost my breath for a minute looking at him. He was perfect. I tried to just turn my head, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He noticed me looking at him, and he looked down at his chest to see if something was there, but when he saw there was nothing, he looked back at me.

Deacon: “Did I miss a spot or something?”

'' Wha...No. I just.....”

Deacon: “What? Am I turning you on?”

I started to get out of the bed in fear, but he stopped me. I was a fighter. I always had been, and I was fast and had a good amount of muscle. But I didn't think I could fight him, if he decided to come at me.

'' I'm going to go back to the other room now.”

Deacon: “Lay your ass back down. Kids these days just don't listen.”

'' I don't just listen to everybody. My dad died years ago. That's when guys stopped being able to tell me what to do.”

Deacon: “Well as long as you're in my crib, you're going to do what I say. How old are you anyway?”

'' I just turned 16, and if you would take me back home...”

Deacon: “Do you really want to go home? You were running away when I picked you up. I know you're new in town, so where were you going to go? To that nasty ass motel?”

'' Whatever. You don't know me. You're not my dad.”

He came over to me, and yanked me up by my shirt.

Deacon: “I'm not trying to be your Dad. I was trying to keep your ungrateful ass out of trouble. If I would have let you stay there, what would you have done to your mother?”

I snatched my shirt back from him and laid down. It pissed me off, because he read me right. If he hadn't taken me away, I don't think my mom would have survived the night. I really wanted to kill her. She called me an oreo because of the fact that she was white, my dad was mixed, and I was the result.

Deacon: “What makes you scared of thunder?”

I noticed that he was in the bed, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling.

'' Why?”

Deacon: “Because I'm trying to find out a little more about the kid in my house.”

'' My father was murdered on a day like this. Raining and thundering. He was shot in a drive-by, and ever since, I've been scared of storms.”

Deacon: “I'm sorry I yelled at you then.”

'' How old are you?”

Deacon: “I'll be 22 in January.”

'' I could have you arrested for kidnapping me.”

Deacon: “It wouldn't stick.”

'' Why do you say that?”

Deacon: “I have friends in high places....Goodnight.”

~ ~ ~

I woke up at about 6:45AM the next morning, and I was still exhausted. I had a few panic attacks after we both laid down, and it kept me up most of the night. I looked to my right and Deacon was gone. I didn't want to wonder around his house anymore, but I wasn't about to miss school. I went back to his closet, and I saw that the trap door thing was open again. I made it down the stairs, and Deacon had on lab goggles, and he was working with some chemicals. I made a small noise to announce myself, and he turned around.

Deacon: “What you doing down here?”

'' I need to leave. I have school.”

Deacon: “Go wash and get dressed. I'll drop you off.”

'' I need to go home.”

Deacon: “Aight... Get a shower, and then grab your stuff up. I'll take you home and then drop you off.”

'' What is all this stuff?”

Deacon: “What do you think?”

'' So you really are a drug dealer?”

Deacon: “I thought you had me figured out.”

'' Why this?”

Deacon: “Because this is what I'm good at. I have a degree in biomedical engineering. With the right stuff, I can get a person high with less risk of addiction and health risks. I'm not trying to kill people, just trying to make a little bread.”

'' It's still wrong to do that to people.”

Deacon: “Get upstairs, and get ready.”

I didn't argue, and within an hour, I had showered, went home, and now I was walking in the school building. My mom was sloppy drunk when I had walked in the house, and that made me feel a little better. I wanted to take a knife and kill her right there, but how would that help me. But class had gone by pretty quickly, and Tess made everything funny. She was quickly becoming my best friend, and that felt good. We hung out during lunch, and then we finished out the rest of the day. The hall was noisy as hell when the day was over, and as I was getting my things out of my locker, everything quieted down. I thought something had happened, and when I looked around, it was obvious something did. Deacon was walking down the hall and he was coming towards me. I looked around and saw a mixture of expressions on the face of my peers. Some people were in complete awe of him, others had looks of lust on their faces, and a few of them looked like they wished he would just drop dead. He walked over to me, and everything was just quiet.

'' What the fuck are you doing here?”

Deacon: “I was at my girl's house. Your Mom wanted me to pick you up.”

'' I don't give a shit what she wanted. Please just go.”

Tess appeared beside me, and the look on her face surprised the hell out of me. Total hate and disgust was etched on her face, and it made me a little nervous.

'' Are you okay Tess?”

Tess: “I'm fine. How are you Angel?”

Deacon: “I'm fine Destiny. How's Dee?”

Tess: “Desiree is fine. She's in California now.”

Deacon: “Give her my love.”

Tess: “Can I borrow Tobias for a minute?”

She pulled me away, and dragged me around the corner. People had finally started to leave the school, and with all the noise, no one could hear us.

Tess: “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you hanging out with him?”

'' I didn't really have a choice.”

Tess: “Do you even know who he is?”

'' Deacon...”

Tess: “That's his street name. His name is Angel Hernandez.”

'' You seem to really hate him.”

Tess: “He almost killed my sister. I wish he would just die.”

'' I don't even know him like that, but my mom supposedly sent him to come and get me.”

Tess: “Don't get wrapped up in his lifestyle Tobias. Please don't.”

'' I hope it doesn't draw me in.”

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and she went on about her way. Deacon had walked outside, so I made my way out, and got in his car. He was talking to a few kids from my school and he was giving them what looked like his card. He walked back, hopped in the car, and then we were off.

Deacon: “What was she talking about?”

'' Nothing.”

Deacon: “That was a long nothing.”

'' Why are you worried about it?”

Deacon: “She doesn't like me. I know that.”

'' Who is Angel?”

He didn't say anything for a long time, and he just continued to drive. We should have already gotten to my house, but when I looked around, we were way past the city.

'' Where the hell are you going? You said you were taking me home.”

Deacon: “I lied.”

'' I guess you do that a lot.”

He gave me a funny look, but he didn't say anything else. He finally pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. I could tell he was upset, but I didn't give a fuck. I followed him into the house, and straight upstairs to his bedroom. While he went into the bathroom, I saw that same little white box that Basil had brought in. I walked over to it, and when I opened it, there was a 9mm handgun resting inside. I dropped the lid back down and when I turned around, Deacon was standing right there.

'' Tell me who Angel is.”

Deacon: “Do you really need to know that?”

'' I didn't get kidnapped by Deacon. I don't even know who you are.”

Deacon: “My name is Angel Hernandez. That's the only thing I lied about, and everyone who knows me, knows that my name is Angel.”

'' See that's the thing. I don't know you.”

Deacon: “I'm trying to change that don't you see?”

'' Why?! For what reason? I'm gay..... Doesn't that piss you off?”

Deacon: “No.”

'' Ugh!... Why?! Why me?”

Deacon: “Because I was mean to you and I felt bad.”

'' I'm mean to people all the time. I don't kidnap them.”

Deacon: “Can you stop saying I kidnapped you.”

'' You did, and you're a drug dealer. You're mean to people daily. Hell you're mean to me.”

Deacon: “I'm trying to change and I'm hoping you'll help me.”

'' And why would I want to do that?”

Deacon: “Because I'm asking you to.”

'' And you have control issues too!”

Deacon: “I'm trying to work on that too.”

'' Are you going to hold me hostage another night?”

Deacon: “You want me to drop you off?”

'' Not really. I honestly don't want to go back there, but sooner or later, I'll have to.”

Deacon: “Your mom has a problem. Why don't you try and help her?”

That bitch was beyond help. The only way I could help her was to kill her.

'' Can I go take a shower?”

Deacon: “......Yeah. You know where the bathroom is.”

I walked into his bathroom and started taking off my clothes. I didn't like talking about my mom, but I could never stop thinking about her. I hated her. Her life and fuck-ups surrounded me daily. I could never get away from them. I looked into the mirror and focused on what 16 years had produced. I had a few small scars from when my mother would hit me in one of her drunken rages. When I was younger, I just let it happen, but as I got older, I started defending myself. I wasn't going to let her kill me, because she couldn't control her liquor. I wasn't extremely tall 5'7”, which is average I guess. 130 pounds, and I had a six pack, toned body, and one hell of an ass. At my old school the girls admired my ass, and a few guys told me that if I was a girl, they would hit it. I got in the shower and just let the water run down my body. Standing under the water was very relaxing for me. Always had been. I was about to start soaping up, when the door opened up and Deacon walked in.

'' What the hell?”

Deacon: “Relax. I just need to shave real quick. Damn!”

'' Can't you do that when I get out?”

Deacon: “Uh... No. Because when you get out we're leaving.”

I pulled the curtain back far enough to stick my head out, and just looked at him.

'' What the hell do you mean we're leaving?”

Deacon: “We're going to your house and we're going to sit down and have a little talk with your mom.”

'' I'm not talking to my mom at all. If I go back there, it'll be straight to my room and to sleep.”

Deacon: “What makes you think I'm asking you?”

'' This is that control shit I was talking about. Why do you think you can tell me what to do?”

In the blink of an eye, he had turned around and snatched the curtain back. I instantly covered my dick, and he just stood there laughing.

Deacon: “Because I can. And I'm an adult.”

'' That doesn't mean shit.”

Deacon: “You kids these days have no respect.”

'' Clearly neither do you. You can't even respect me being in the shower.”

Deacon: “Hurry up. We're leaving soon.”

I finished my shower in about 10 minutes, and then got out of the shower. I looked around the bathroom, and my towel was missing. I thought that maybe I hadn't brought it in, but I put it right on the top of the toilet, so that meant that Deacon had taken it.

I covered my genitals and walked outside. He was on a laptop computer and my towel was resting on top of his shoulder.

'' You took my towel.”

Deacon: “There weren't any others.”

'' Well why didn't you put it back when you were done? Why the hell did you even need it?”

Deacon: “I had a spill to clean up.”

'' You've got to be shitting me.”

He turned around in the chair, and just looked at me trying to cover myself up.

Deacon: “You almost ready?”

'' I'm all wet. What do you think?”

Deacon: “I'll get you some clothes out of your bag.”

He threw the towel at me as he passed, and when he got behind me he whistled. I covered up as soon as possible, and waited for him to get my clothes. I laid down on the bed, and just let the towel cover my butt as I rested my eyes. I heard him come back in and he dropped some clothes on the bed. I thought he would have moved, but he hadn't.

Deacon: “So are you really gay?”

'' No.”

Deacon: “Then why did you say you were?”

'' Because I like guys, but I like girls too.”

Before I could react or say something, he was on the bed with both of my legs between his, and he snatched the towel away. I tried to rise up and shake him off of me, but he didn't budge. A few tears almost escaped my eyes, because I thought that he was about to force me to do something I didn't want to do.

'' What are you doing?!”

He didn't answer, and after trying to push him off of me, he finally rolled off and got off the bed. I watched him go into the bathroom and slam the door, and when he did, I slowly got out of the bed and put my clothes on. I didn't know what just happened right now. I was sitting on the bed wiping the wet spots of my face, when he came out of the bathroom, and out of the room.

Deacon: “Let's go.”

I followed him out of the house, and I was quiet the whole time. He just started driving, and I thought he was going to go drop me off at home, but he drove to the local arcade instead. We played for a little bit, but not for long. I think he was pissed at himself for what he almost did. He's straight. I know that and he knows that, but....

Deacon: “You ready?”

'' Yeah.”

He drove me back home, and when I got out he just sped off. He almost hit a car driving away, but he managed to swerve and keep going. If my mind was racing, I knew his was going at the speed of light.

~ ~ ~

Tess: “Good! You shouldn't be talking to him in the first place.”

'' I know. You keep telling me. But still....It's been two months.”

Tess: “You hung out with him for two days.”

'' I don't know. I guess I'm just dumb like that.”

Tess: “I'd say.”

'' You remember what I told you right?”

Tess: “Of course.”

'' You didn't tell anyone else did you?”

Tess: “Who the hell would I tell? Everyone knows I don't like him.”

'' I think he was scared. I know I was.”

Tess: “Do you really think he would have?”

'' I think he would have stopped himself.”

Tess: “He hasn't been over that chick's house?”

'' My mom said she saw the car, but I can't believe half the shit that bitch says. If he was over there he leaves before I get home from school.”

Tess: “Well I wouldn't worry to much about it.”

Me and Tess were still going strong as friends. She was definitely a godsend. Right now we were waiting for her parents to announce dinner. She had invited me over a few times before, and her parents seemed really fond of me.

'' So what's on the menu tonight?”

Tess: “Some complicated pasta shit I can't even pronounce.”

See Destiny was rich. I mean this girl was swimming in money. The only reason she wasn't away at boarding school was because she had goals. She didn't want to be some basketball player’s trophy wife. She wanted to make her own money and have her own things. She explained to me that she thought those women took comfort in money, while their husbands snuck out on them. She definitely couldn't be one of those.

Tess: “I don't know why they can't just make spaghetti or something.”

'' You know how you rich people are. Gotta have the best of everything.”

She threw a pillow at me, and I ducked out of the way before it hit me. We started to wrestle around on the bed and that's when we got the call to come down for dinner. We got to the table and both of Destiny's parents were there. In my old city, that was definitely rare. I had only met Mr. Navarro once or twice because he always worked. He was Chief of Surgery and he was always on call, but he was a great guy and a damn good father. He was half Puerto-Rican and half white, while Mrs. Navarro was African-American. They were both very attractive and they had produced an equally beautiful daughter.

Mr. Navarro: “So Tobias... How is school going?”

'' It's going good Sir. The graphic design program I'm in is really interesting.”

Mrs. Navarro: “Tess tells me you used to be a gymnast. What happened?”

I looked at Tess with the look of death and then turned back to her Mom. I used to do gymnastics before we moved, but I had to leave the school. I didn't really want to get back into it, because it was to much of a hassle and I wanted a life.

'' When we made the move, it just didn't make sense to keep it up.”

Mrs. Navarro: “I've always loved the sport. Seeing those men and women move their bodies like that is just.... Magical!”

We had a very pleasant dinner and then Mr. Navarro offered to take me home.

Tess also lived a good ways away from town, so the drive was about 45 minutes.

'' Tess comes all the way from here everyday?”

Mr. Navarro: “Oh no. I have a sister who lives near the school. She spends the week there and comes home for the weekend.”

'' Cool.”

There was an uncomfortable silence and then Mr. Navarro looked back at me.

Mr. Navarro: “I have a question....”

'' Yes Sir.”

Mr. Navarro: “Tess told me that you were a bisexual. Is that accurate?”

'' Yes Sir.”

My face got extremely hot and I really wanted to kill Tess. I was already thinking of a way to tell him I wouldn't bother his daughter anymore. My mind was racing a mile a minute and I could hardly think straight. I felt like my breath was getting lost, and I thought any minute he was going to jump on me.

Mr. Navarro: “Are you sexually active?”

'' No Sir.”

Mr. Navarro: “That's good. You should wait until you're ready. Are you seeing anyone?”

'' No Sir.”

Mr. Navarro: “No male friend?”

'' What all did Tess tell you?”

Mr. Navarro: “That you had a mishap with a certain person.”

'' It wasn't a mishap. Nothing happened.”

He pulled the car over to the side of the rode and just looked at me. He almost had a pained look on his face, but he did he best to cover it.

Mr. Navarro: “He's a dangerous man Tobias.”

'' He's just a friend. Nothing is going to happen.”

Mr. Navarro: “He almost killed my daughter.”

'' Tess told me and so did he.”

Mr. Navarro: “What did he tell you?”

'' That she didn't pay for her stuff.”

Mr. Navarro: “Bullshit.”

'' He has proof of it. I saw it.”

Mr. Navarro: “A video?”

'' Yes.”

Mr. Navarro started the car up again and he got me home. I was about to get out of the car when Deacon's car pulled up alongside of us. At first he didn't notice Mr. Navarro, but when he did, they had nothing but looks of hate for each other. He saw me in the car, but he didn't acknowledge me or anything. I wasn't surprised. I didn't even give a fuck.

'' I'm going to go Mr. Navarro.”

Mr. Navarro: “Be careful Tobias. He's dangerous.”

'' You don't have anything to worry about. I'm a big guy.”

We shook hands and I stepped out of the car. I was still a little winded by the whole conversation, and I just went into my room and crashed onto the bed. I was tempted to call Tess and cuss her ass out, but why bother. She was just looking out for me. I wasn't getting to sleep like this, so I grabbed a face towel and a drying towel out of the linen closet, and went to take a shower. I really did need to clear my mind, and this was very therapeutic. I was in the shower for a little over 20 minutes, but I didn't want to turn into a prune, so I got out, wrapped a towel around myself, and then went into my room. I had gotten the towel off and was facing my dresser when I heard a noise. I whipped around and Deacon was sitting on my bed. I hadn't even noticed him.


Deacon: “Calm down.”

'' Are you crazy? My mom is in the next room!”

Deacon: “Then lower your damn voice.”

I looked at him like he was crazy, and started to wrap the towel back around my waist.

'' You need to go.”

Deacon: “I have to talk to you.”

'' No you need to go.”

Deacon: “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.”

That got to me for a second, but only for a second.

'' Bullshit. If you wanted to talk you would have. Two months ago.”

Deacon: “I know. But you know what I'm about Tobias. Thinking about guys isn't something I'm used to.”

'' You need to leave Deke.”

Deacon: “I wanted to, you know? When I snatched your towel away. I was going to go for it. But you were struggling and it snapped me out of it.”

I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. I didn't want to hear anything he was saying.

Deacon: “Why do you think I wanted you to be around me? I was attracted to you and I didn't even know it. I've been trying to get you out of my mind. I tried not to think about you.... That worked for about five minutes. Then I tried to screw the thoughts out of my mind. I fucked a lot of girls in these past two months, just trying to get you out of my head. That didn't work either.”

'' I don't believe you.”

Deacon: “I didn't think you would.”

He got up off of the bed and walked over to me. He had me up against the door, and there was no where to go. He brought his lips to mine, and he kissed me. It was perfect. For my first kiss with a guy, it was perfect. We both started really getting into it, but I pushed him off of me.

'' What do you think is going to happen? Try this for a few days, then when it gets old go back to that bitch next door?”

Deacon: “I like you Tobias. I've never felt this way about anyone before.”

Again I didn't say anything.

Deacon: “You know what.... Fine. I'll go. I'll just talk to you another time.”

He was heading for the window, and he was almost out of it before I said anything. I didn't want to see him go.

'' Deke.... Wait.”

He looked back at me, and just stayed where he was.

'' I'm mad. I'm really mad, but I don't want you to leave. Not like this.”

He got back in the window and we met each other at the bed.

Deacon: “You want me to stay?”

'' For a little bit.”

I was going to climb in the bed, but he grabbed me around my waist, and pulled the towel off. I crawled onto the bed and laid down. I wanted to see what he was going to do, so I faced him. He was taking off his shoes, and his socks, and after that he slipped his shirt off. I thought he was going to take his pants off, but he didn't. He crawled into the bed next to me and laid down beside me. Luckily I had a queen sized bed, so there was room.

'' You know that's not fair right. You having your pants on and me being completely naked.”

Deacon: “I don't want to scare you on the first night.”

I rested my head on his chest and just started playing with the little hairs there. I really did like Deacon. He was a great guy and if he was up for hanging out, so was I. We made small talk for about an hour, and then he started to get up.

Deacon: “I should go. Your mom being in the next room and all.”

'' No! Stay...Stay the night. Please?”

Deacon: “I shouldn't. If your mom came in.... She'd freak out.”

'' Get up and lock the door.”

Deacon: “Naw you should lock it.”

I made a groaning sound and started to crawl over him. Just as I was about to put my other leg over him, he grabbed me by my waist, and pulled me down on him. We started to kiss and he was caressing my ass cheeks, but I pulled away and locked the door. I walked back to the bed and told him to move over. I got in besides him and he spooned up against him.

'' No funny stuff.”

Deacon: “I promise nothing is going to happen. Not tonight at least.”

'' Are you just looking for sex or something because if you are then....”

Deacon: “I don't know what I'm looking for. But I know that I want something with you Tobias.”

I laid my hand down on his arm and got as close to him as possible. It was so comfortable being in his arms that I fell asleep almost instantly.

~ ~ ~

I woke up suddenly when I heard movement in the house. I looked around and it was bright outside so no one was bold enough to break in. Whoever it was was moving towards my room, and when I heard “drunken bitch” being mumbled, I knew it was Tess. I was about to relax back in the bed, but then everything from last night came flooding back. I cocked my head back and Deacon was sound asleep. There wasn't time to wake him up and get him out of the room, so I was just going to have to take whatever was going to happen. The door opened up and Tess walked into the room. Her eyes immediately traveled from my face to his and she rested hey eyes on Deacon. Surprisingly she didn't get mad, but she just sat down in the chair and waited for me to get ready. I didn't know how to tell her I was naked under the covers so I just hurriedly got out of the bed, went to my drawer, and pulled on some underwear. I couldn't even look her in the face, but I knew she was watching me. I walked to the door and closed and locked it just in case my mom got the bright idea to come in here. I went over to the bed and shook Deacon awake and for a minute he had a surprised look on his face, but then he saw Tess and he got a little worried.

'' It's okay. But we're about to hang out for a bit. Either at the mall, movies, or her pool.”

Deacon: “I should have just left last night.”

'' It's cool really. I just forgot I had given her a key and she finally decided to use it.”

Deacon: “You want me to pick you up tonight? It's the weekend so I know your ass ain't got nothing to do.”

'' Yeah. I'll call you when I get home.”

Deacon: “Aight Shorty.”

He looked like he wanted to kiss me, but he held back because Tess was in the room. He politely nodded in her direction, grabbed up his things, and he was gone out the window.

Tess: “I guess you guys made up.”

'' I guess we did.”

Tess: “Well he did spend the night.”

'' Yeah. I don't know what's wrong with me Tess. I hear what you and your father say, but I really really like him.”

Tess: “I can see that.`I just don't want you to get hurt Tobias. You know that right?”

'' I know. Are we going?”

Tess: “Yeah we are. Get dressed.”

'' I need to shower.”

I left out of the room and got a quick shower. Even thought I took a long shower last night, I always liked to take a shower before I left the house. It was only a few minutes before we were out the door and after that we were rolling on the expressway in her 2007 Aston Martin.

Tess: “So where we going?”

'' I don't know. Let's go to the beach.”

Tess: “I don't have a swimsuit.”

'' We can pick something up at the beach. They have tons of shops there.”

Tess: “Aight.”

We made it to the beach in about twenty and we went into one of the many shops that sold suits for men and women. We looked around for a bit and Tess settled on a white Victoria Secret Summer lace push-up triangle top with belted scoop bottoms. With her complexion the swim suit did wonders for her and showed off her excellent shape. I bought a pair of tan and white Burnside Men's Performance Board Shorts, less for performance more for the way they looked. I was going to buy some swim shoes because I didn't like the sand in my toes, but I chose not to. After paying we left the shop, put our regular clothes in the car, and then started to walk along the beach. People were following the both of us with their eyes, but all I was worried about was hanging out with my friend. I guess we were just walking, but then she had a look on her face and then she smacked herself on the head.

'' What?”

Tess: “I forgot the towel. I'm definitely not about to sit in the sand.”

'' Ugh...(laughing). I'll run back and go get one from that shop.”

Tess: “Do you need the money?”

'' Naw. I got it.”

I ran back up the beach and into the small shop. I purchased a towel and started walking back to where Tess was. I was halfway there when some guy got my attention and called me over to him. I didn't really take a good look at him, but just went over there.

'' Sup?”

Guy: “Chillin' at the beach Lil' Man. What you up to?”

'' I'm here with my best friend.”

Guy: “That girl you was walking wit'?”

'' Yeah that's her.”

Guy: “That's crazy 'cuz mad people wanted to holla at the both of ya'll.”

'' Then they should have. We're not together.”

Guy: “Well I'm not like these punks ass niggas around here. I'm trying to get down wit' a shorty.”

'' Then what you talking to me for? My home-girl is down the way.”

Guy: “Naw. This don't got nothing to do with her. I'm talking 'bout you lil' nigga.”

I was a little shocked, but just standing there gave me a better chance to look at him. He was African-American with a mocha complexion. He was about 6'3”, 210lbs with muscles everywhere. He had intense light green eyes and I found myself staring into them. I guessed that he was about 25, but I wasn't sure. He was getting up and that snapped me back to reality.

'' I'm flattered... really, but I'm seeing someone.”

Guy: “That's to bad. Is he worth holding on to?”

'' Who said it was a guy?”

Guy: “Just a guess. Is he?”

'' I think so.”

Guy: “How old are you?”

'' 16.”

He sucked in some air and then let out a long breath. He whispered 'damn' and I thought he would end the conversation, but he didn't.

'' How old are you?”

Guy: “25.”

'' Oh!”

He reached into a bag that he had been lying beside and he pulled out a pen and pad. I thought he was going to give me his number, which would have been stupid because I did plan on going in the water, but he didn't.

Guy: “What's your number?”

'' I can't. I live with my Mom and me and her already don't get along. I don't need her on my case about that.”

Guy: “Damn man. You ain't making this any easier.”

I could see Tess in the distance talking to someone so I wasn't worried about how long I was taking, but I didn't want to keep her waiting to long.

Guy: “That your Aston Martin over there?”

'' (laughing)Naw. It's hers. I'm not rich like she is.”

He moved in a little closer to me and I could smell a faint trace of cologne, but it was mostly washed off by him being in the water.

Guy: “I'm going to leave this note on the windshield. I'm going to write my number and address on it. If things don't work out with that other nigga, don't hesitate to call me. Matter of fact, call me just because.”

'' I will.”

Guy: “Aight then.”

He stepped a little closer and he brought his lips to mine. I wanted to push him off, but I couldn't. His kiss was so much different from Deacon's, but it was just as passionate and just as intense. I finally got up enough energy to push him back and my knees buckled a little. I looked around and only a few people had noticed, but they didn't make a big deal about it. I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me.

Guy: “Don't forget to use that number.”

'' I won't.”

I walked away, but something came to my mind, and I turned back around.

'' I don't even know your name.”

Guy: “Damn. I didn't even ask yours? I'm Cassius. You?”

'' Tobias.”

Cassius: “Aight then Shorty.”

'' I gotta get to my friend. She's probably trippin' out over there.”

Cassius: “Yeah you right. I gotta go pick up my Lil' Man.”

I looked at him for a second, and he could see I was confused.

Cassius: “My son. He's at his Mom's crib right now.”

'' Oh. Well I gotta go.”

Cassius: “Aight.”

He got his little bit of stuff up and he left and I started walking back towards Tess. She was still talking to the guy and I stood back a little so I didn't interrupt whatever they had going on. He was a rally nice looking guy, but I thought she could do better. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and she ran over and kissed me on the lips. I was trying to figure out what the fuck she was doing, but the guy looked at us and he started to walk away. She kissed me until he was gone and then she pulled away from me. Under any other circumstances, I would have loved kissing Tess, but it was sort of a mechanical kiss and I didn't really get into it. I laid the towel down on the sand and we both laid down on it.

Tess: “What the fuck took you so long?”

'' Some guy stopped me. He wanted to talk.”

Tess: “He just wanted to talk?”

'' Yeah.”

Tess: “You better hope Deacon don't find out.”

'' It's not even like that.”

Tess: “Yeah right. He wanted some ass and you know it.”

I looked away from her and just turned my head up to the sky. It was beautiful outside and everyone was having a good time on the beach. I didn't want to talk anymore about it because she was right and he wasn't just looking for a friend. The kiss had proved that. But I wasn't about to tell her about that.

'' You want to go in the water for a little bit?”

Tess: “Yeah let's go.”

We both got off of the towel and went out to the water. It was extremely refreshing and we just played around in the water. It was good just relaxing like this and not worrying about anything else. Not my mom, not school. Just not worrying about anything. We were in the water for a little over an hour, and after having a small race, we got out of the water. If people were staring at us before, then they were really looking now. Because Tess was wearing a white suit, she had wet spots and her skin was showing through the suit. I had the same problem, but I wasn't to worried about it. We laid down on the bed, and just let the sun dry us off. We both had our eyes half-closed and we were talking about nothing in particular for about an hour, when all of a sudden the sun was blocked out. We both looked up and two guys and two girls were standing in front of us.

Guy #1: “What's up?”

'' Just relaxing.”

Girl #1: “We're about to start a volleyball game. You guys want to play?”

Tess: “I'm not very good at volleyball, haven't played in like two years.”

Guy #2: “It's aight. We're just trying to have some fun besides sitting on the beach doing nothing.”

Girl #2: “You guys in?”

Tess: “I am if you are.”

'' Aight then.”

We got up and followed them to where they set up the night. Tess was lying when she said she was no good because she was on the school team and she was up for Captain. They had another guy and girl waiting and after we picked teams the game was underway. We each had four people on our team and me and Tess were on opposite teams. I hadn't play much volleyball, but this should be fun anyway. The game started and after a few awkward hits, I was comfortable enough playing the game. We started off evenly enough, but my team started to win. We played two games with those teams and we each one a game, and then it was girls against guys. That ended with the same results, and at first the girls kicked our asses, but the next game we tore them up. It was pretty fun, but when their ride came they had to go. Tess exchanged numbers with ones of the girls with the promise of hanging out again. We were pretty worn out, so we grabbed up or towel and set off back to the car. I saw the folded piece of paper as we walked to the car, but Tess got their first.

Tess: “You must have made quite an impression.”

'' He told me he was going to leave it.”

Tess: “What are you going to do?”

'' Nothing. There isn't anything to do.”

We got in the car and started towards home.

Tess: “How old is he?”

'' What does it matter?”

Tess: “That old?”

'' He's 25. Why do you keep asking me about him? I'm not even interested.”

Tess: “Like hell. I can see it all over your face, but I'll drop it for now.”

We traveled basically in silence for the rest of the trip. She hadn't pissed me off, but I didn't much feel like talking anymore. I hadn't even given Deacon a good run yet and I was already letting a stranger kiss me.

Tess:”You going home or you staying the night at my house?”

'' I'm going home. I think I'm going to hang out with Deacon for a lil' bit.”

She sighed and drove me home. I didn't know how this friendship with Deacon would affect my friendship with Tess, but I figured if Tess and I were as good of friends I thought we were then we would be alright. I got into the house and past my Mom without incidence and then made it to my room. I had a phone in here, so I called Deacon and he said he'd be there to pick me up in twenty minutes. Things were good.

~ ~ ~

Deacon and I had really been hanging out for a good little while. Tess had kind of calmed down when she saw him and she even hung out with us a few times. Deacon told me that he was going to be picking me up, so I grabbed up some clothes and was getting a few things together that I wanted to keep over at his house. I had basically stopped using the front door all together, so I had one of my legs out the window when my Mom came in the room.

Mom: “You don't know how to use the front door? Always sneaking in and out the damn house.”

I just looked at her, but I didn't say anything. I didn't have anything to say to her and I definitely wasn't about to explain myself to her.

Mom: “Where do you think you're going?”

'' Out.”

Mom: “What did I tell you about getting smart with me?”

'' What do you want?”

Mom: “I need you to make a run for me real quick.”

'' What kind of run?”

Mom: “I have a friend a few streets over. He's got some goods for me and I need them.”

'' I guess you better start walking, 'cuz I'm not in it.”

Mom: “I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Get yo' ass over there and get it for me.”

'' You must be out your fucking mind. Like I said you better start walking.”

She looked like she was about to run at me, but I took my foot out the window and dropped my shit on the floor. I hardly ever engaged my Mom when she went on her little rampages, but I was tired of this shit. When she saw me drop my stuff, she started coming at me, but then she stopped.

Mom: “Don't be comin' in my house all late.”

'' I'm not coming home tonight.”

Mom: “Who said you could stay out all night?”

'' I didn't ask.”

I slid out of the window and when I turned the corner Deacon was standing in front of his car. I looked him up and down and he was dressed to impress. He looked like he was going somewhere and I was dressed all casual. He had on a complete Phat Farm outfit and he was dressed all prep-like. He had on tan/brown/and yellow Socialite Plaid shorts, a white Victory S/S Pique Polo, a yellow Sweater Vest with a brown stripe across the chest, and a pair of white and brown Phat Farm Park Woven loafers. I followed clothing closely, so I recognized what he was wearing almost instantly, even though I couldn't even think of affording much of what he was wearing, but I had a nice little wardrobe.

'' Where you going all jazzed up?”

Deacon: “We're going to a party. Come on.”

'' I thought we were just going to chill at your place. I was going to shower there.”

Deacon: “We're still going to my place, but we gotta make a stop real quick.”

'' What kind of party is it?”

Deacon: “Just a few wealthy friends.”

'' I ain't about to fit in at no siddity party.”

Deacon: “You don't have to fit in. Just mingle, and be respectful. I know how you like to talk shit to adults.”

'' So where are we going?”

Deacon: “To get you some decent clothes.”

I didn't argue because I knew what good it would do. I climbed in the car we were off. We drove for about an hour before we ended up in another posh looking town. There were extremely rich looking people everywhere and everyone was rolling in Bentley's and shit. I laughed a little to myself because I had never seen anything like this before. They environment was just so much different than where I was from and where I was at now.

We drove for a little while longer and then we stopped in front of a shop I had never heard of. I could see from the window that they were selling clothes similar to what Deacon was wearing. I walked into the store while Deacon found a proper parking spot. The women who were working there looked at me funny and at the clothes I was wearing, but when Deacon came in their faces switched up and they were all smiles. I didn't think I was dressed badly at all, but they must have had like a fuckin' sixth sense or something. Whatever!

Woman #1: “Deacon baby. It's so nice to see you again. How can we help you today.”

He put on his most charming face and I could see he was pulling all kind of strings with these hoes.

Deacon: “I'm looking to buy a few things for my Lil' Man right here.”

Woman #2: “Well we got some new stuff that didn't even get marked yet. Why don't you two come in the back and take a look.”

We followed both of the silly blond chicks to the back of the store, and there was a room that almost looked like a warehouse. There were rows and rows of clothes that I could only dream of wearing and after her walking us through a maze of designer clothes, we came to another small room and it was also filled to capacity.

Woman #2: “Rafael hasn't been in this week so we can't put this stuff out, or put prices on it. Take a look around and see what you like. Then we'll measure you and fit you with the right size.”

I walked through the rows of clothing and I was in awe. I saw some very nice clothes and I couldn't wait to pull some of them out. I finally settled on a very nice outfit that was almost preppy, but still had a bit of my own style to it. I pulled out a Rocawear outfit which consisted of a pair of blue and white Rocawear Aswan Plaid Shorts, a white Z Print Polo with blue design, and a pair of blue and white Royal Court RW Block Print sneakers. I brought them what I wanted and after doing my measurements, they found the proper sizes and handed them to me in bags.

'' Don't we have to pay for this?”

Deacon: “Don't worry. It's already taken care of.”

He told me he would be outside shortly, so I carried my bags to the car and waited for him. When he did come out he had even more bags and behind him the two women were lugging out bags too. I was in awe and for a second I almost got angry. Why was he buying me all this stuff. I looked in disbelief and the women were so infatuated with him that they didn't even mind that they were stealing for him.

Woman #1: “You enjoy those clothes Sweety.”

They turned away from us, but not before looking back at Deacon and giggling. As old as they must be, they were really silly acting. Deacon walked around the car and when he got in I was just looking at him. I was holding in my laughter and I was trying my best to keep a straight face.

Deacon: “What?”

'' They're pretty nice aren't they?”

I started laughing then and he grinned and drove off. It was nice being with him and he was definitely a breath of fresh air.

~ ~ ~

We drove the 45 minute drive back to his house and after saying 'Hi!' to Basil, I immediately went to the shower. I didn't know what kind of party this was, but I actually was excited to go. I wanted to ask Deacon if I could invite Tess, but I didn't know how they would get along with each other for that long. I got into the shower and started washing my body. I was just about to soap up my hair, when the door opened and Deacon walked in. I had forgotten to close the shower curtain, but I wasn't to worried about it because he had seen it all before. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I was wondering why he had changed. He walked to shower and after letting the towel drop he stepped in with me. There was room for about four other people so we definitely were comfortable. I was seeing him in all his glory and I was definitely impressed. He had muscles everywhere and his dick was about 6” soft, so I knew it would be impressive when it was hard. He moved up closer to me and we started making out under the spray of the shower. He moved his hands down my back and to my ass and he we kept kissing. I pulled away from him and I turned around to grab the soap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and his soft cock was pressed into the crevice of my ass. I could feel him growing, but I tried to act like I didn't. I could tell from the way size of him soft that he was big, but I couldn't tell exactly the size of his dick because I couldn't see it. He started to kiss the back of my neck and I was seriously in a state of bliss. His left hand moved from my waist and he readjusted his dick so it was right at my hole. I was nervous now, but I know the water running down my back and the water spraying on his front would be enough to make things go easy, but I was still scared. I was a virgin by no means, but I had been on the receiving end a few times and that was with average sized guys. He nudged the head a little and I jumped from the sudden shock. I settled back down and he tightened his hold on my waist, and started pulling me back onto him. I felt a searing pain as his penis inched into my and all the wind was knocked out of me. I was trying to claw at the wall, but seeing as it was marble, smooth, and solid, it wasn't really happening. He started pushing in slowly and I was just trying to breath regularly. He inched his way in further and further and after a few more intense minutes his pubes were pressing against my ass. He stood completely still and I was trying to hold myself from crying. He kissed my shoulder twice more and then he started to slide his dick back and forth. I couldn't hold it any longer and a few tears fell from my eyes. It wasn't hurting as much now, and my dick was definitely responding, but the tears were still falling. Eventually we settled into a rhythm and he was fucking me steadily. I was throwing it back at him and he was fucking away. He suddenly stopped moving and he and I were both panting hard. He slowly pulled out of me and he shut the shower off. I was instantly shivering because the water and Deacon was keeping me warm. We stepped out of the shower and a he dried both of us off. He drooped the towel, and grabbing my hand, he led me to his bed. I don't know why, but for some reason I was nervous all over again. I laid face down on the bed and Deacon just climbed over me. I thought he was going to put his dick back in me, but instead he gently raised my hips up and kissed both of my ass cheeks. I didn't know what he was doing, but then I felt a gentle swipe of his tongue down my ass-cheeks, and then his tongue went right for my hole. I had never in all my 16 years felt something as wonderful as that. He was doing slow swipes with his tongue and he damn near had my climbing the walls.

'' Stop! Deacon please stop!”

He didn't. Matter of fact, it was like he got even more energy from somewhere. I tried to separate my hole from his tongue, but he wasn't having any of that. He had my thighs in like a vice-grip and I couldn't move at all. He must have been a PEK(pussy eating king) with the ladies, because he was doing wonders with his tongue. I finally couldn't take anymore and after a few quiet moans( I wasn't a loud person when I was having sex), I was losing my load all over his bed. He finally removed his tongue and that was replaced by his dick. He slid in with only a little resistance, but after a few moments he was sliding in and out just as easily as before. This was all to much for me and I was squirming all over the bed. He finally laid his weight down on me to keep me from moving and he started really pounding into me. I was clawing at the sheets trying my damnedest to keep from screaming out, after all Basil was still in the house. I muffled a scream that was trying to come up and again I started to cum. I think it finally got to be to much for Deacon, because he finally unloaded. He started bucking harder and harder and he let loose. I could feel him deep inside of me, and I heard him half moaning and rapidly breathing in my ear. I could tell he wanted to just collapse, but he slowly pulled out of me, and crashed onto the bed. We were both breathing loudly and I felt like I was flying in the sky. I was still post-orgasmic and he pulled the cover up over us so I wouldn't get cold. I finally came down from that high, and I was all shy again. I looked to the left and Deacon had his eyes closed and he was still breathing shallowly. I didn't know what to do now, but I inched over to him and laid my head on his shoulder. He flinched at first, but then he relaxed and a few minutes later, he was sound asleep.

I slipped out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I did my business on the toilet and then hopped in the shower again. I toweled off and then went back into the room. Deacon was sitting up in the bed and his back was to the headboard. He must have heard the shower shutting off because he had a sleepy look to him.

Deacon: “You alright?”

'' Yeah. I'm fine. Just needed another shower.”

Deacon: “You staying the night?”

'' Naw. I have school in the morning and I have a little bit of studying to do.”

Deacon: “You know you could have brought your stuff here.”

'' Yeah I know. I just forgot is all.”

Deacon: “You not about to go and get all shy acting are you?”

'' I'm going to try not to.”

Deacon: “Aight then. Let me get dressed and I'll drop you off.”

We got our stuff together and started out the door. Basil was in the kitchen making dinner and I got the offer to join, but I declined. We made it back to my house and after I quick kiss, I was in the house. Even my Mom's bitching and screaming couldn't mess up my mood. I crashed on my bed and just fell asleep.

Things Couldn't Get Any Better Than This!