Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 15:20:37 -0800 (PST) From: Toni Philips Subject: Paulie 6 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story will contain scenes which involve sexual situations. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to be reading this type of material, then please stop reading now. This story is copyright © 2007 by Toni Philips. Please do not copy this story for distribution or post on any online server without the author's permission. Please send all your comments to: janeebest@yahoo.com. Thanks and enjoy the story. ~~~~~ So...here's chapter six. Sorry it's taken me EIGHTEEN YEARS to post, but eh...life is that way. I sort of have this imaginary image in my mind, where people are actually WAITING for this to be posted. Maybe they are, maybe they aren't. Either way, chapter six has finally arrived, and you can thank my editor Baruch for it. He's awesome! Also, this chapter is gonna be very controversial for a BUNCH of you, but whatever. I'm the writer. :D So, PLEASE to read ALL of it, don't stop in the middle. I'm sure it's worth your while... ***Chapter Six*** Casey escorted me to Dr. Mitchellson's office, but as soon as we got there, he jetted. I knocked on the door twice, and Dr. Mitchellson, a forty-something year old dude with graying temples and a firm body, opened the door. "Hi, Paul. Come on in." I didn't expect it, but his voice was soothing, yet manly. He seemed nice enough, so I went in. Matt turned around in his chair to look at me, and I smiled at him. I really missed him! And God he looked so good today! I had no time to dwell on those thoughts, though, for I peripherally saw Matt's roommate, Chris. "What's he doing here?" I was still standing in the doorway, although the door had been closed a while ago. "Why don't you sit down, Paul?" 'Why don't you shut the fuck up, Dr. Mitchellson? ' I thought to myself. I was pissed off. Matt had no right to include Chris in my business! "What's he doing here, Matt?" Matt KNEW I was angry, because I could see the sadness in his eyes...He was always sad when I was mad at him. But, right then, I didn't care, because Chris shouldn't be here! "I'm not staying unless he leaves!" I finally yelled out to Dr. Mitchellson. Matt quietly stated, "Chris is not going anywhere, Paul." It was then that I saw their hands were joined together in between their chairs. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Dr. Mitchellson quickly stood up, and in a stern voice he barked, "Paul, we do not condone that type of language here! You either calm yourself and sit down, or you go back to your room!" "Well, in that case, I guess I'll go!" I shot Matt an evil glare, and turned towards the door. "Paulie, just listen!... Please?" I turned back around to see Matt's stupid beautiful green eyes pleading with me. My shoulders dropped, and I sat down in the only empty chair in front of Dr. Mitchellson's desk. I sighed. "Let's get this started, then, shall we?" ~~~~~ Dr. Mitchellson started talking. "Paul,... Matt and Chris are here today to have a personal conversation with you. I am only present to make sure things do not get out of hand.... Matt, you may proceed." Matt nodded and then turned towards me, Chris' hand firmly wrapped in his. "Uh... Paul, this is really hard to say, but basically," He paused and took a deep breath, "Chris and I are a couple." The words ran out of my lips before I had a chance to think. "What?!" "We were always...more than friends. You knew that!" "Yeah! But, you also said you loved me!" I moved my gaze from Matt to Dr. Mitchellson. I didn't want him to see my tears. "I DO love you, Paulie!... It's just... I'm getting older, and I've realized that I need to settle down more. "I can't...WE can't... do this anymore. I'm sorry!" I was angry! Who the hell did he think he was?! "So basically, you got me put in a freakin' BOY'S home, and THEN you leave me here... ALONE." Tears ran down my face, reaching all the way to my chin. I whispered, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!" When I looked up, I saw that Matt's eyes were clouding over. "Look, I came here to let you know that Chris and I are having a ceremony, and you're invited." I bit my lip. I would NOT lash out! I could NOT let him see the fury that was building within me! Matt stood to leave, dragging Chris behind him. He nodded towards Dr. Mitchellson, while whispering a lousy farewell to me. And, then, he was gone. Fucker!!! ~~~~~ After the 'Meeting' with Matt, I ran back up to my dorm room, holding back the tears. I knew I was mistaken to have trusted him! I should've just kept my feelings to myself! When blocked by my door, I forced it open, came in, and closed it... all while still running. Eventually, I saw my bed. I slammed down onto the thin mattress, tears forcing their way out. I couldn't catch my breath, and I could feel the body-shaking torrent come cascading down onto my pillow. I heard some footsteps near the door, so I hurriedly wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up in bed. I stifled my water works, and I waited for the person to enter. Casey came in, took one look at me and walked over. "What's wrong?!" His voice was full of pity. And, that annoyed me! "Nothing!!" I answered irritated. "I can tell something's wrong!" "I can tell you're an idiot!!" I responded testily. "Why don't you leave me alone!!" "Because God said to love thy neighbor as thyself, and I know that I would want someone to comfort me when I'm down." He sat next to me on the bed, with his arm brushing mine. "God!! What does HE have to do with it?!" I paused. "And, by the way, you're NOT comforting me." I mumbled. "Well, I do believe that God sent me here right at this time to comfort you." 'What is UP with this fag! And, talking about God!! Grr!!' I thought. "You're gay! You don't believe in God." "That's not true! Many homosexuals believe in God." "Yeah, BUT God hates us anyway!" "God hates no one. He loves all of us. Why do you think he sent Jesus?" That one left me baffled. I do believe in Jesus, but what's he got against gays anyway? He made `em. Well... his dad did. Same difference! Oh! I had a way to make Casey eat his words! "Wait a minute!... I thought you liked David?!" Casey looked away. "I... I don't know how to answer that." "Exactly!... So stop acting like you're a know-it-all!" "I'm not trying to act that way, really." All of a sudden his voice got soft. "Yeah, well, you always come in here, reading some stupid book, and shoving it in my face!" I decided to milk this for all it's worth. Hey, I was feeling bad: Why not drag someone down with me! At least for the time being... "You mean my Bible?" "Bible?! Oh God!... Casey!..." "What?!" "You're so GAY!" "I'm trying not to be!" I looked at him, but he turned his head away from my gaze. Surprisingly, Casey kept talking, although rather softly. "I'm reading the Bible, and all about God and Jesus. I mean, my parents never taught me about Him. Would you believe they didn't even love me! Like, I came out to them, and just like that they threw me out!" Casey lowered his head. The lighting of the room made his tears appear to shine. "I thought no one loved me, Paul! I had no friends, no family. I was bored out of my mind here!" He looked up and, then, over the bare room, making his point. "So, one day, I found this teen bible, and I started to read it. The Book taught me a lot. Like, REALLY a lot." My roommate took my hand, which comforted me, some. His hands were soft, maybe from holding the Bible so much? "I found out that, while Jesus may dislike our homosexuality, He loves us, because we are His children. And, ever since, I've been trying to please Him, Paul. . I realized everything works out for His good. I know with Him, Everything is possible. It's just that it's hard. It's really, really difficult." We sat in silence for a while, both of our faces dripping with tears. After a while, I said, "Aren't I supposed to be the one crying, and YOU'RE supposed to be the person comforting ME?" That got a laugh out of both of us, and lightened the mood. I became somber again. "Did you really mean all of that, Casey? God loves me, no matter what I've done?" He nodded. "I know it seems hard to believe, but it's true." "But I'm gay. I was born this way: there's no helping it." "Not true!... Anything's possible with Him." Casey sighed. "I'm a virgin, Paul, so maybe it's easier for me. I mean, I've never even kissed a guy, so it's not like I have to forget about manly touches or anything." He giggled, then softly repeated himself in humor, "Manly touches. Hah!" I laughed a little. "I've never heard anyone put it like that, Casey. But I have LOVED some men. And, I ADORE cock!" I laughed out loud, then remember about 'Holy Casey' over there. "Sorry about that." He nodded. "It's okay, Paul, no one's perfect." He paused, squeezed my hand, and said, "How about you talk to Him yourself? Ask Him if He wants you to change or not, and I guarantee He'll reply. And, when you get your answer, which WILL be YES,..." He laughed, "He'll help you accomplish it. Just trust in Him." Casey paused once more, then got a serious look on his face. "I gotta piss. Be right back." ~~~~~ I thought about God and what Casey had told me, and have decided that it's bull! Why would He make me go through all of that? My parents freakin' kicked me out! I was a whore! I can't even find a TRUE boyfriend! My best friend is hitting on me, and I have no idea what to do! Matt just up and decided he was leaving me for Chris! Worst of all, I'm lonely! I stepped into the hallway, from my room, and decided to go visit David. When I entered his room, he was sitting on his bed, reclined while glancing at a book. "Whatcha reading?" His eyes gazed up from the novel. "Oh, nothing. What's up?" He put it away. I could see that David was trying hard to act normally. I slowly sat down a few feet away from him. I didn't want to give my friend the wrong idea. Actually, I had an idea myself. "David,... you know Casey really wants you." I looked into David's weary eyes, and started rambling. "Well,... he DID, but now he's all religious and God-loving and fruity and..." David stopped listening as soon as I mentioned Casey. His shoulders fell, and he rubbed his temple. He harshly whispered, "I don't want him, Paul!" He got up from the bed, causing the mattress to dip then lay flat. "I know you don't want me, okay?! Just forget I EVER told you anything!" He kept rubbing his temple. "I should have never told you!..." "Look!... I'm sorry, David! Don't you think it's weird?" He glared at me, and I decided to take a different approach. "I mean, we've already had sex, right? I'm really not that good. There's no reason to want more." That caused David to get right up in my face. "You think that's what I want?! You're more dense than I thought!" I gritted my teeth and got closer to his face. "You better stop calling me that!" He stayed there, bold and proud. "Or what?!" He pushed me. "Huh?! You're not gonna do anything!" I warned him. "Don't fuck with me, David!" A sick smile played on his lips. "I hate you!" He pushed me repeatedly, while saying, "I fucking hate you!" He thrust against me yet again, and that last time was a little too hard. I swung on him, causing us to fall halfway onto the mattress and halfway onto the hard floor. David and I were punching each other while wrestling, causing the sheets to tear and ruffle up. A few minutes, punches, and curse words later, David and I tired. I sat there, on top of him with my chest heaving. Our breaths were coming out in thick bursts, and neither of us could talk. We just tried to calm down while staring at each other. I looked down at David and gazed at his eyes. They were beautiful. I observed his lips: Luscious. His neck: Fantastic. David was awesome. Why hadn't I noticed before? I locked eyes with David after roaming his face. He looked in turmoil. I was confused. Through my uncertainty, though, one thing rang clear: I wanted to kiss David. I leaned down most of the way, until his delicious lips were less than a centimeter away. The whole time, I was gazing at them, but I locked onto his 'essence' and didn't let go until my mouth had touched his. Then I opened it and inserted my tongue. His mouth was sweet and reeked of...David. The flavor was familiar, probably from when we made love at Darryl's house. Either way, the taste was delicious and welcomed. I never wanted it to end. And at the time, it didn't. I snaked my tongue into David's hot mouth, and felt his clean teeth. I felt vibrations on my appendage, and heard David's boyish moan. I loved his moans. I moved my hands up David's body, until I reached his face. Then, I grabbed his cheeks, and I forced myself impossibly closer. I never wanted it to end. I moved my hands, while keeping my lips incredibly close to his and breathed through my nose. I started unbuckling my belt, when David moved away from me, inhaling deeply. "No." I thought I had misheard him, so I kept opening my pants, while moving to kiss his neck. Delicious! He spoke again, this time while pushing me a little. "I said no, Paul!" I stopped kissing him, and exhaled, "What?!" He moved uncomfortably under me, pushing me away from him. "I don't want you to just use me to get off!" David struggled to get up. He turned around and looked me in the eye. I knew he saw my bewildered face. "Oh come on, Paul! You don't really want me, do you?!" I saw his eyes brimming with tears. Why can't he just take it?! "Look, David, you're beautiful! I really wanted it then!" "Yeah, but later would you have wanted it?!" He was shaking his head. "No! I'm not falling for that, Paul! I'm not!" He turned around, away from me, but I could tell he was wringing his hands. "Please get out, Paul," he whispered. I heard him choke back a sob, "Please!" I stood and buckled my pants. When I was done, I gently touched David's shoulder. He shrugged me off. "Just leave, please!" I left. Where was God when you needed Him to get you laid! ~~~~~ When I walked into my dorm room, it was pitch dark, and Casey was already in bed. I went over to my bed and stripped down to my boxers. Completely satisfied with my pajamas, I got under the covers, and got comfy. The only problem: I was still hard from David being a tease. How could he kiss me back, and then, decide to NOT have sex with me?! GOSH. It would have been so great! I could imagine it now... I started to harden up to full mast thinking of all the naughty things David and I could have done together. Jeez! We might have had fun. His roommate could sleep through an earthquake! I looked over at Casey. He was facing the wall, but I could tell by his irregular breathing that he was awake. He might be useful.... "Casey, are you asleep?" Of course I already knew the answer, but it's standard to ask that question first. He whispered, "No!" "Well,... would you sleep with me tonight?" He jerked his head in my direction. I couldn't exactly tell, but I pictured his eyes nice and wide. "What?!" "Will you sleep with me?! I'm lonely." "I... I, uh..." "Don't you think God would want you to comfort me if I'm lonely?" I knew it was wrong, but I had to get him over here somehow! Casey pondered over the question a little, sighed and then got up. He shyly walked over to my bed in only his boxers, and waited for me to make room. I scooted all the way to the wall, while he climbed in, on the free side. My roommate faced the ceiling silently, waiting for me to initiate something. As Casey lay flat, I wrapped my legs around his, from the side, while rubbing his chest. I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Thank you so much for sleeping with me!" I brought my crotch significantly closer to his leg, letting him know it was available... and ready. I softly ground into Casey's leg, while slowly letting my hand find its way to his boxer-covered cock. I gently squeezed it and felt it harden surprisingly fast. "Paul, I..." "Shhh...Let me help you." I kissed his neck, while sticking my hand into his boxers. Then, I grabbed his bare cock and squeezed it. Smiling when I heard him moan, I started slowly and methodically stroking his dick. I began to steadily grind myself into Casey's leg using the same rhythm as my hand. I gave Casey' prick a few more strokes, then started getting up. He swiftly grabbed my arm and asked, "Where are you going?!" I smiled. "Don't worry!" I bit my lip suggestively, and I made my way down Casey's small body. When I reached his little left nipple, I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Then, I started licking it over multiple times. I sucked his nib hard into my mouth, then nibbled on it softly. When I felt his fingers tangle themselves into my curls, pressing my face closer to his chest, I decided to try his other nipple. I kissed around his right nipple, only brushing my lips against his soft skin. I started teasing his nib with my tongue, letting it graze his areola. His hand tightened in my curls, and he forced my mouth over his nipple, accenting it with a moan. I fulfilled his request by hungrily sucking on it. I bit down on his tit softly, pulling back a little. Casey's small whimper turned me on so much that I nearly came right then and there. However, since I wanted to suck his cock more than anything, I pulled back from the precipice by resting for a minute. After which I finished off with a swipe of my tongue, and continued on with my trek down his sizzling hot body. I made sure I licked along his faint treasure trail, then when confronted by his boxers, I made a show of forcefully pulling them down his lower torso. He helped me by lifting his legs up. Finally, I threw his undies across the room and returned back to the task at hand. I dove my face into his crotch, rubbing my nose over his balls. They emitted a wonderful musty smell. Then, I ran my tongue over their velvety smooth skin. I wanted more of him in my mouth. He tasted so good! I tried sticking both of his balls into my mouth, but because they were large, I had to let go of his left one and start in on his right testical. I rolled his ball in my mouth, covering it in my saliva. I moaned around it, causing vibrations to travel up to and through the length of his cock. Letting go of his ball, I stuck out my tongue, placing it on the area behind them. His moans dared me to go lower, and I spread open his butt crack. His little hole winked at me, and I decided to taste it. I swiped his hole, as he bucked his hips. He tasted slightly sweet, far better than what I had expected (from previous experiences). I continued to swipe my tongue against his rear, while lifting his legs high into the air, gaining more access to his treasure. I licked around his hole, then made a dart with my tongue, forcing it into his chute. His moans were in rhythm with my tongue thrusts, and when I noticed his pre-cum glistening down his shaft, I decided to go in for the real treat. I let his legs lay flat against the bed at his sides. I swiped my tongue against the tip of his cock, gathering some of his tasty fluids. I wrapped my mouth around the head of his dick while digging into his sensitive slit. It turned me on so much to see him buck his hips at every swipe of my tongue. I put my hands to good use, as I fondled and shook his balls with them, I tightened my lips around his tool and slid downward. I got about halfway, when his enlarged head hit the back of my mouth. I relaxed and let him slip into my throat. He moaned loudly and thrust himself deeper in my hungry orifice. I didn't want him to cum too fast, so I stopped fondling his balls long enough to pin his butt to the bed. I refused to let him thrust into my mouth or speed up the process. I started stroking his cock slowly with my lips, and then when I felt his pubes brush my nose, I slid back up, creating wet friction. I continued the process, varying the angle of my head or the tempo of the stroke. Soon I felt Casey's prick expand. Then it exploded inside my throat, causing a hefty amount of milky cum to flow into my hungry body. I gave him a little time to recover from his post-orgasmic bliss. When I felt his heart rate slow down, I came up and kissed him on the mouth. I released his lips, and saw his eyes were closed. I smiled. It was his first kiss. "How was it?" I was biting my lip, waiting for an answer, when I saw him frown. "I... that was really bad, Paul!" "What?!" "I mean, you were great, but... God!" He sighed. "Remember what I told you yesterday?" He groaned. "God is NOT pleased!" Oh jeez! I forgot I was dealing with the religious freak here. "Who cares! If He forgave you once, He'll forgive you again." Under my breath, I mumbled, "Get over it!" His outburst startled me. "I can't overcome it, Paul! Now I know what its like to have sex with a boy, and it's far better than any wet dream I've ever had!" He blushed despite his anger and frustration. "It's going to be much harder to turn away from this now!" Only one thing made sense to me. "Why would you want to escape from it?!" "Why not?!" He closed his eyes in frustration. "I wanna please God more than anything. He's the only one who actually cares for me, Paul. No one else can love me like Him." I started shaking my head. "Well if you wanna believe in fictional characters!..." Casey bolted upright in the bed. "Don't you ever say that!" Then, he relaxed some. "Haven't you any idea what He's done for you?! He --" "Left me homeless and stranded! I had to fend for myself by selling my own body!" "People go through worse things than that, Paul." "Do they now!" I retorted angrily. I groaned in frustration. "So you think that gives Him the right to toy with our lives?! If He's so powerful, He should take all of our pain away!" I added. "You mean the pain we cause ourselves?" He sighed. "He never gives us more than we can bear, Paul. People are exposed to rough times in order to make them stronger. And you've got to remember that He doesn't force us to do anything. We are not made to believe in Him, or worship Him, or whatever. Every person has free will, and you see what human beings do with it. They go around killing other people." He lowered his voice and averted his gaze. "And having sex with their roommates." His shoulders sagged, as he got out of my bed. "Good night, Paul. Just...talk to Him, okay?" He returned to his cot and left me stranded. With a hard-on, no less! Jeez! Why does this scene sound so familiar?! ~~~~~