Ok, this is the long awaited chapter 3. There is a part about 1/4 of the way down, where the story changes perspective from Mike to Justin, and I don't want any confusion, so when you hit the ***'s, you will know what is going on.
The room was empty, and so was the house. Nobody was home, and I was intruding. I felt so bad, and I snuck out of the house as quietly and as unconspicuously as I could. Justin was fine, he didn't do anything dumb. I sulked back to my house and into my room. I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted to lean into him, and kiss him long and deeply, and hold him... But I just sat there, like an idiot, almost drooling. Justin could be anywhere, and it made me angry that I wasn't with him right at that moment, and I kicked my self yet again for missing the chance I had hoped for. For some reason, feeling sorry for myself didn't change the past, and try as I may, I couldn't warp back in time to change anything either. Oh well, but this whole 'reality' thing is starting to suck.
I heard the door open and my mom and dad's voices coming in. They must have pulled in at the same time. Mom was the first to find me in my room.
"What's wrong Mikey?"
"Nothing, just tired again I guess." I lied.
"Well, you better wake up, there is some good news, but I want your father to tell you." As soon as she finished that sentence, dad walked up and stood beside her in my doorwell.
"Son, after fifteen years of dedicated service to my comapany, I have finally recieved the promotion I deserve. You are looking at H & M's new director of internal maintenence." Dad was beeming.
"That's great dad, so are we rich now?" I hoped so.
"Well, it means more pay, but we certainly aren't rich by any means. Regardless, we are all going out to eat and celebrate, so clean up." Dad said, and he and mom walked away to get ready themselves.
Wow, something bad happens, and then something good happens. I hope that doesn't mean that something bad is next, cause that would suck. I took a shower and put on some nice clothes, brushed my teeth, then I went to fix my hair, and decided that it was perfect and didn't need a comb, fonz style. We all piled into Mom's van and headed for the restaurant.
For some reason, our town only has one nice restaurant, but two McDonalds. Bizzare? Yes. It was a small grey building, with red doors, and a slate board with their 'specials' tastefully written in pastels. Yuck. I don't know, it's just not my kind of place. We waited for about ten minutes, and got a table. A waiter came over, and asked what we wanted to drink. We placed our drink orders and looked at the menu. They never have foods I like, once, just once, I want to be able to go to a restaurant and say "I want macoroni and cheese with little peices of hot dog, peanut butter and banana sanwich, with kool-aid to drink". We can all dream.
I was looking over the menu, trying to find something that didn't have a 'medley' of anything, or a sauce I had never heard of before, until I notcied someone take a table to my right. It was Justin and his family. He glanced and me, and quickly looked away, as if he were embarrassed to see me. Makes sense, after what happened, anybody would be embarrassed. I just had to make sure he wasn't ashamed of what he did.
I ordered a steak, medium well, which means 'go ahead and burn it because you will anyway' and it came with a baked potato and some kinda vegetable salsa that I wasn't too sure about. Justin had his head down, and just looked depressed. I had to do something to get him out of this funk, it's all my fault anyway. When he goes to the bathroom, I will talk to him.
Our food came, and shortly after, Justin's food came, he had some kind of soup, I couldn't see. We ate, and amazingly my steak was good, but the vegatable salsa turned out to be something I didn't care for. Justin picked at his food sparingly, his mind was on something else, and his parents were just going on and on about something that I'm sure would be less than fascinating. Soon, the time came, and Justin excused himself, and then got up and walked to the bathroom. I waited till he couln't see me and I got up and went after him.
I ran from the house, scared to stay another second and let him see me anymore. I ran as fast as I could down the block, but I didn't stop. I ran all the way to a park near my house that I had seen on the way home from the pool. Out of breath, I sat on one of the swings in the empty park.
It was starting all over again. Everything that made my life horrible in Chicago, is coming back to haunt me. Why did I try to kiss him! Why?! I know why. He is cute, way hotter than any of the guys I used to pine after back in the windy city. His short hair, deep blue eyes, and sexy body just made me want to... I have to stop doing that, I think I am in enough trouble as it is. I wonder if I will ever be able to talk to him again. I am sure he is planning on outing me to all of his buddies, hell I bet he is on the phone right now calling everybody he knows, and telling them that the new kid is a fag. Tears began to knock on the inside of my eyes, but I refused to let them out. I held it all in, swallowed hard and realized that it would be no different here than it was any other place. I was gay and nothing could change that. I would learn to deal with it, but how I would deal with everybody else I had no clue. I sat, swinging lazily, staring at the ground and wishing myself away to another place.
I began to get tired of the park, and I started to walk home. I decided not to let anything anybody says bother me, just let it go, and be myself. I would tell them 'I'm gay, and there is nothing wrong with that'. Yeah, right, and they would say 'I hate fags, and there is nothing you can do about it', and then they would kick my ass. Maybe I should take karate or something, when I start getting beat up every day at school again, it might help. I got home, and tried to go to my room, but mom stopped me in the process.
"Where have you been young lad?" Her hands were on her hips.
"I just went to the park down the road" I said.
"Well, go clean yourself up, we are going out to eat tonight." She said, and then walked off. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't that bad looking, maybe a little too skinny, but someone would have to go for me. Someday. I took my clothes off, and hopped in the shower, letting the hot water envelope me. I washed up rather quickly, dried off and put the towel around my waist as I walked down to my room. I threw on some khakis, and a nice button-up blue shirt. It might be my last night before the whole town was talking about me, and I wanted to look good.
After I finished getting dressed, I went upstairs and waited in the living room for my parents to stop argueing over what is casual, and what is causal dress.
"Don't wear a tie hon, you will feel out of place. Get one of your golf shirts, and let's get going." Mom said.
"It's a tie with footballs and soccer balls on it, I think I will be alright." My dad said.
"Fine, but I don't want to hear..."
"You won't, come on son, lets get in the car and get going." My dad said. We climbed into Dad's mercedes, I sat in the back as always and tried to remember the way to where we were going. The more I knew about this town, the better chances of me getting away from bullies.
We got to the restaurant, and waited for a table. After a few minutes, and a twenty dollar bill from my dad, we walked in. I looked around the room, it was nice, wood tables, candles, a fireplace in the corner, Mike, red curtains on the windows... wait I looked at Mike for a second and quickly turned away. He was looking right at me, staring. We sat down and I tried to get him out of my head, to stop thinking about him, and it wasn't working. I still wanted him, he was still cute. I had to hold my head down to keep from glancing at him every few seconds. Mom and dad were caught up in some conversation, I didn't even pay attention. I ordered some kind of soup, I don't even remember what kind. I barely ate any of it. My stomach was feeling pretty bad, but it wasn't from something I ate. After a little while of being uninteresting dinner company, I excused myself, and went tothe bathroom. On the way, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Mike was watching me, plotting on me for sure.
The restaurant wasn't fancy enough to have a bathroom attendant, and the bathroom consisted of two urinals and a commode, and two sinks. I walked up to the first urinal when the door opened. I turned my head, and saw that it was Mike, here to beat me up for sure.
"Justin" He said.
"I think we should talk... about what happened today." He was looking at his feet, almost like HE was embarassed.
"What is there to talk about? You think I'm a fag and there is nothing I can do about it." I was a little angry.
"Huh? No, it's nothing like that, I don't think that at all!" He looked mad at me for making the accusation.
"Well, then what do you think?" I said, maybe this was going in a better direction than I had thought.
"I think I gave you the wrong reaction. What I meant to do... was this" Then, he took a step, and kissed me! He grabbed the side of my head gently, and gave me the first ever real kiss of my life. We were in the middle of a passionete embrace when I broke it up, pulling away.
"Someone might see us." I said.
"You're right, but I don't want it to end." He said, still close to me.
"Then why don't you spend the night at my house...?" I said.
"That sounds awesome, I'll ask my parents, and I'll be over there right after we get back from here." He said.
"Alright, now let's get out of here before anybody sees us." With that we walked back to our respective tables.
"Mom, can my friend Mike stay over tongiht?"
"Sure honey, is that him sitting over there? Where does he live?"
"He lives on the end of our block, I met him at the pool the other day."
"That sounds nice, why don't we go over and introduce ourselves to his parents? I'd be nice to meet someone in our neighborhood, come on dear." There was no arguing with my mom, and she and my dad got up and introduced themselves to his parents. They chatted for a little bit, made some plans that invloved a barbeque, and came back to the table. "They seem like nice people, and Mike seems like a good kid. I think we just made our first friend in our new town, isn't that exciting dear?" My dad seemed less thrilled then my mom, and simply acknowledged her.
"We should rent some movies and some games for you two, why don't we go ahead and get a membership at the video store by the bowling alley? Ooooh I am so excited!" My Mom said. How sad to be excited by a membership at a store called 'Rent-a-movie", but if that is what makes her happy, then so be it.
We finished dinner, and left shortly after Mike's family did. We stopped at 'Rent-a-movie', and got a few movies and a some games for me and Mike. Mom's enthusiasm died rather quickly when she found out they didn't have "The African Queen", and she prompty put in a request for it. We drove home, and passed Mike's house on the way, I could see him looking out a window at us.
When we got home, I quickly ran down to my room and changed into a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. By the time I got back upstairs, the doorbell rang. "I got it!" I said.
I opened the door and let Mike in. "Hi Mike."
"Hi Justin." He said.
"Is that your friend? Is he here?" My Mom called from the other room.
"Yeah, he's here, we are going to go downstairs to my room and watch a movie." I said to her.
"Ok, there are some snacks in the fridge if you guys get hungry, and you two behave yourselves."
"We will" We both said in unison, giving each other a look that said it all. We went down to my room, and Mike put his bag on the floor next to my bed. He had changed also, and was wearing some board shorts and a tank top, and he looked fabulous. We put the movie in and sat on my bed, a little nervous.
"So what should we do?" He asked after a minute of uncomfortable silence.
"Let's take it slow, ok? I don't want to rush into anything."
"Me neither." He said, and he scooted up next to me and put his arm around me. We had our backs against the headboard of my bed, with the TV facing us. We held each other for a little while, just enjoying each other's body, feeling the body move as it breathes, and feeling the muscled move ever so slightly as they move around. After a little while, I leaned in and gave him a kiss, and it started a make-out marathon. We slowly discovered each other, and ourselves as we danced our tounges together, and tasted each other.
His hand was on my stomach, and was lifting my shirt up, feeling my abs. He rubbed on them for a little bit before moving them down, slowy, until he got to the top of my shorts. Carefully, he reached his hand underneath the elastic waistband of my boxers, and my shorts and eased his had down in there. He felt on my pubes, running his hands through them before he moved down to my already erect member. He ran his hands all over it, and my balls and then grasped my cock with a fist grip and started to move it up and down, slowy stroking me. It didn't take too long for my body to tense up, and he could feel that I was almost ready to cum, and he pulled my dick out and stroked it faster and faster until I squirted my juice all over my stomach. We kept kissing, and I returned the favor, jacking him to climax, and then, we cleaned up, put the sleeptimer on the TV, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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