Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 16:26:01 -0400 From: ronyx Subject: Taking Off the Mask Chapter 2 The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone are purely coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave and find something more suitable to read. The author maintains all rights to the story. Do not copy or use without written permission. Write Ron at ronyx@woh.rr.com with your comments. Ronyx is a Nifty prolific writer. Taking Off the Mask Chapter 2 When I went downstairs the next morning, my mother was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Janet was eating a bowl of cereal. She looked up when I entered, but then she looked down and continued eating. At least Janet looked at me. My mother's eyes never left the newspaper. I looked at the seat where I normally sat. Usually there was a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk there. This morning there was nothing. I sighed and walked over to the cabinet and took out a glass and poured myself some milk. I left the kitchen and headed back to my room to finish getting ready for school. This was the first time she had ever given me the silent treatment. Usually she would rant and rave a while and then ground me for a few days. If I had done something really bad, I'd lose some privileges. However, she had never reacted in this manner before. I wasn't quite sure what I was to do. I finished dressing and headed back downstairs. Mom was still sitting in the same spot. I considered apologizing, but the look on her face told me that she probably didn't want to hear it. "Bye, Mom." I looked over expecting her to say something, but she kept reading the paper without looking up. When I got outside, Jackie was sitting on the porch. "What's wrong with your Mom?" she asked as we started walking down the sidewalk to school. "Why?" "I asked her if you were ready to leave and she said, `I don't know.' She didn't say anything more. What happened when you got home from detention?" "That's just it," I replied, "She won't talk to me. She sent me to my room and didn't even punish me. It's really weird. I'm kind of scared. I don't know what she's planning to do." "Wow!" Jackie said in disbelief. "Something that serious and she didn't even punish you?" "She will," I sighed. "She will." We continued on to school. Jackie apologized about ten times for getting me in trouble in Mrs. Horner's class. I told her it wasn't her fault, because I should have been paying attention and not watching her. "By the way," she asked, "how did detention go?" "Not too bad," I said. "Mr. Marshall had us alphabetizing some stupid schedules." "Us?" Jackie asked as she looked over at me. "Yeah," I responded. "Me and Dion Washington. Do you know him?" "Isn't he that cute black guy in our class?" she asked. "He never says anything to anyone. What did he do?" "Nothing." "What?" "Nothing. He said he did nothing." "Yeah sure. You get detention because you did nothing." "I don't like him," I confessed. "He's awfully rude. He wouldn't even talk to me." "He doesn't talk to anyone," she said. "He's in two of my classes this year, and I've never seen him say anything to anyone. He pretty much stays to himself." "With his attitude," I said, "I can understand why." "Maybe he needs a friend," she offered. "Then he should get a dog," I replied. After arriving at school, we headed to our classes. A couple of students in my first period came up to me and told me I had balls for telling Mrs. Horner to shut up. Mr. Wellington, the literature teacher, walked up and lectured us on the importance of being respectful to our elders. "Just think how you would feel if you were forty and a child told you to shut up," he said. "I'd smack him into tomorrow," laughed Clinton, one of the guys who had shown his appreciation for my disrespectful behavior toward Mrs. Horner. "Well, unfortunately, Clinton," said Mr. Wellington, "teachers can't do that. As much as we'd like to sometimes," he said quickly as he walked off. I met up with Jackie for lunch. We sat at the same table for the past year and a half. We had staked it out the first day, and it had become ours. Lunch tables are like the opening of the Oklahoma territory. When the bell rings that first day of school, students rush to the cafeteria to `claim their territory.' For the remainder of the school year that was their assigned eating place. No one dared infringe upon it. There were a few tables along the walls where most of the students who had no friends sat. Occasionally, they might strike up a conversation; but generally, they would sit wherever there was an open seat. Jackie and I declared squatters' rights at our table the first day. It wasn't in the center of the cafeteria where most of the popular students sat; but it was far enough from the walls so we didn't look like losers. "How's your day been, so far?" Jackie asked as I sat down. "One word- boring." I replied. "It is school, you know." She said. "It's supposed to be boring. If it wasn't, we just might learn something." "You got that right," I laughed. "Guess what?" she said excitedly. "I know why Dion has detention. He's in my second period, and I heard some students talking about him." "What did he do?" I asked. "I know it wasn't for talking in class, since he doesn't talk to anyone." "Brenda was in the cafeteria yesterday." She began. "She was behind him in the food line and saw him put a sandwich in his pocket. Then he got a milk and paid just for it. As soon as he walked away, Mr. Marshall stopped him, checked his pocket, and found the sandwich. He then took him to the office." "He stole food?" I asked. "Who would steal this crap?" I held up my dry bologna sandwich and waved it around. "Maybe he was hungry and didn't have the money to pay for it." She suggested. "Why doesn't he get a free lunch then?" I wondered. "I thought students who couldn't afford it got a free meal." "Beats me," she shrugged her shoulders. "I felt sorry for him though. You know Brenda has a big mouth, and he heard every word she said." I was going to say I didn't feel sorry for him, but Jackie would have gotten upset. She was always fighting for the underdog. Jackie is the kind of girl who would give an addict on the street her last dollar, believing that he would actually buy food with it instead of drugs. We sat for the next few minutes without saying anything. I was deep in thought, wondering why someone like Dion would steal food from the cafeteria. I wondered if he came from a poor family and took it because there was nothing at his house for him to eat. Suddenly, I began to feel sorry for him. Not sorry enough, though, that I would give him my last dollar. "Look," said Jackie, interrupting my thoughts. "There goes Donovan." She dreamily watched him walk across the cafeteria. Donovan Michaels was a star basketball player for our school. He stood 6'5" and was extremely handsome. He had long black hair that matched the beginnings of a dark mustache. Every girl in school swooned when they saw him. Unfortunately, rumor had it that he played for the other side- if you know what I mean. "You should ask him out," said Jackie. I spit out the mouthful of milk I had just sipped. "What!" I shouted. "You can't be serious." "Why not?" she asked. "You're one of the cutest guys in our class, except for Donovan, of course; and maybe Gene Pooler." Gene was another handsome guy who was admired by everyone. Unfortunately, for the throngs of worshipping teen girls, he had been faithfully dating the same girl since the eighth grade. "Like he'd go out with me." I exclaimed. "You'd make a cute couple," she continued to try to play matchmaker. "He's tall and.." "I'm short." I interrupted. "He has black hair.." "And I have blond." "He has brown eyes.." "And I have baby blues." "He's athletic.." "And my idea of sports is watching it on television. That is, if I don't fall asleep." "See," she insisted. "Opposites attract. You're a perfect couple." "Shut up, Jackie." I laughed. "That remark just got you five days of detention." She started to laugh until I cast her a dirty look. "Oops, sorry." She said. "Will I see you later then?" "Yeah," I replied. "Come by the house after dinner. Since Mom isn't talking to me, I might need someone around who likes me." "Who said I like you?" The bell rang and she got up to leave. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and said, "I still think you should ask Donovan out." I rolled my eyes and headed off to class. Later, when I entered Mrs. Horner's fifth period class, she ignored me when I walked into the room. She was talking to another student and she looked over at me. She then she looked away. I had a sinking feeling that I was going to have to struggle to get a good grade anymore out of her history class. "Don't talk to me," I said to Jackie as I sat down. "And don't look at me." I sat for the next hour the most attentive student in the class. I forced my eyes to stay open when she lectured on the battle strategies of the North and the South during the Civil War. By the time she got to the Battle of Gettysburg I was afraid I'd need toothpicks to hold my eyelids open. I looked around the room and I was about the only student still awake, except Agatha Grimwold. She was sitting in the front row taking notes. Taking notes! When the bell rang, I was almost catatonic. Jackie lifted her head off the desk. She wiped the table off where she had drooled on it while she was asleep. "Did I miss anything important?" "Only one of the greatest lectures of all time," I yawned. "Yeah, right." At the end of the day, I put all my books in my locker. There was no sense in taking them with me. After yesterday, I knew Mr. Marshall wouldn't let us do our homework. I`d just get them when detention was over. When I walked into his office, Dion was talking quietly to him. They suddenly stopped when I entered. "Good," he looked at his watch. "You're on time." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two toothbrushes. "Here." My eyes widened as he handed me a blue one. He gave Dion a yellow one. "What do you want us to do with these?" "Take these to the boys' restroom on the second floor and scour the urinals." "What?" I jumped from my chair. "You can't be serious? Can you? They only do this in the movies, right?" "I'll check on you in an hour." He said seriously, and then rose and walked out of the room. "I can't believe this!" I shouted. "I'm not going to clean pissy urinals. He didn't even give us any gloves." Dion just sat and looked at me while I paced around the room raging like a mad man. "There has to be some law against this. I`m going to call the police!" I screamed. I looked down and saw a smile begin to form in the corner of Dion's mouth. "What's going on here?" "Gotcha!" Mr. Marshall peeked his head in the door and began to laugh. He walked in holding his sides. "That was priceless, James." I looked over and Dion was laughing. "I guess you think that's funny?" I said angrily. "Actually it was," laughed Mr. Marshall. "I've pulled this on dozens of students. I don't think any have gotten as upset as you." "And you were in on it?" I asked Dion. "That's why you didn't say anything." "Don't get mad at him," said Mr. Marshall. "He was supposed to play along." He looked down at Dion. "Sorry," he replied meekly. "Ok, Gentleman." He started for the door. "Follow me." We trailed behind him as he led us to the gym. The basketball team was playing a scrimmage on the court. We followed Mr. Marshall into the locker room. He opened a door and we entered the training room. He led us over to a table with a pile of wrinkled towels on top. "The team's manager is off sick today," he said. "The coach needs someone to fold these towels. I'll come back in an hour and get you." He turned and walked out, leaving me once again alone with Mr. Sunshine. "Here," I divided the pile into two stacks. "You fold these, and I'll do this pile." He began working without saying anything. We worked for about thirty minutes. I never realized that folding towels could be so tiring. My arms were starting to hurt after I had finished the first hundred. Yes, I was counting them as I folded them. Suddenly, the door opened and the team came walking in noisily. They were sweating profusely and pushing one another. I stopped folding when I saw Donovan walking towards me. "Hey Little Dude," he smiled. "How about a towel?" I almost melted into his eyes when I looked up. He stood staring down at me as I was caught up in his muscular features. "Towel, Dude." He laughed. I handed him a towel and watched him strut into the changing room. What I would have given to have been that towel. In about fifteen minutes it would be running over his naked body. I looked over and saw Dion studying me. He looked away quickly, but not before our eyes met. I felt a shiver run through my body. I felt that in that second he had read my reaction to Donovan. I was afraid he knew my secret. We continued folding the towels, and within ten minutes we had completed the task. I looked at the clock and it would be another ten minutes before Mr. Marshall would come get us. "I'm going to the bathroom," I told Dion. I don't know why I felt the need to inform him where I was going, but I did anyways. I couldn't have timed it any better. When I walked into the changing room, Donovan was standing naked in front of a bench, toweling himself off. I tried not to look, but how can a gay boy walk into a room and see the hottest guy in school standing naked in the middle of the room, and not look? >From ten feet away I looked down and stared at his limp cock. Now I knew why all the girls swooned over him. He was huge! I'd run across some websites where they showed guys with really big cocks, but I just thought it was the camera angle that made it look so big. There was no way any angle could make Donovan's cock look any larger. Though it was soft, it still hung about six inches resting on a set of very large balls. And he shaved his pubes! Donovan Michaels shaves his pubic hairs! I started blushing profusely when I finally was able to pry my stare away from his cock and look upward into the grinning face of Donovan. He had caught me perving over his body! I hurried into the restroom and leaned against the wall. I was breathing heavily and my cock was as hard as steel. If there had been any doubt in my mind about my sexuality, it had now been answered. I tried to piss, but any guy who has ever tried to take a leak with a hard-on knows it's impossible. I tried to picture Mrs. Horner lecturing naked before the class to get it to go down, but images of Donovan standing naked in the middle of the room kept creeping back. Finally, I just zipped my pants up and left the restroom. Fortunately, the basketball team had left by the time I went walking back into the changing room. Dion was sitting on one of the benches waiting for me. His eyes drifted down and noticed my cock trying to escape its confines inside my pants. I'm not hung like Donovan, but a hard six inches still makes a very noticeable bulge. For the second time in five minutes, my face burned a bright red. I sat down quickly on the bench about three feet away from Dion. I crossed my legs and prayed it would go limp before Mr. Marshall returned. I was able to get it to go down when I pictured Agatha Grimwold stripping off her clothes in history class and reciting the Gettysburg Address. We sat quietly looking at the walls of the gym room. It's funny how much you can take in when you're sitting with someone who won't talk to you and you don't want to act as if it is bothering you. I saw several marks that looked like they could have resulted from towel fights. If they popped them hard enough to scrap the paint off the wall, I shuddered to think about the marks they left on someone's ass. Occasionally, I'd look over and notice Dion looking at me. Of course, he'd look away quickly when I would turn his way. Soon I made it a little game. Each time I would look over a little quicker just to see how fast he could turn his head away. I guess he got tired of playing the game, because he stopped looking at me. Mr. Marshall came and and led us back to his office. Again, he congratulated us on our hard work. He reminded us to be prompt again the next day. I walked down the hall to retrieve my books from my locker. Dion was walking about five feet behind me. I turned and made another attempt to talk to him. "That wasn't too bad," I said. He just looked at me and said nothing. "Mr. Marshall really got me though when he handed us the toothbrushes." I laughed. For just a second, it looked like Dion wanted to smile. I swear that the corners of his mouth started to curl. "Whatever," he remarked. He then hurried off down the hall and exited the building. Three more days. Three days was all that was left to endure his unfriendly attitude. When I arrived home, my mother was working in her office. She was a freelance writer and wrote from home. She worked for a magazine doing research on various subjects and then submitting them for publication. She also did work for several advertising companies, writing captions for ads. Because of the money she made from her writing, her alimony payments and the check she got each week from my father for child support, we lived comfortably. "Hi, Mom," I said as I passed her door. She was sitting at her computer writing. "Hello, James Michael," she replied without looking up. Good. She had reduced her anger to two names. By tomorrow, it should be back to James. However, she still hadn't given me my punishment. I knew it was just a matter of time. I went to my room, closed the door and lay down upon my bed. I didn't want to forget the image of Donovan naked in the changing room. I lay there and pictured every inch of his body, and I mean every inch. I wish I had paid more attention to the definition of his body, so that my fantasy could be more than just his limp six inches. I unzipped my pants and took out my now very erect cock. I began stroking it, remembering Donovan's hard body and soft cock. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to have him pressed up against my body, kissing me while he ground his hard cock into mine. I opened my mouth and he snaked his tongue into mine, licking along the inside. I thrust my body up into his hard cock. I could feel my cum begin to shoot out onto my stomach. In my fantasy I could feel Donovan unload his cum onto my body as he pressed into me. He continued to kiss me. I opened my eyes and looked lovingly into Dion's face. Dion? What the hell was that all about? I had just experienced one of the best orgasms of my life fantasizing about Donovan. How did Dion manage to creep in at the last minute? Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. "Mom said dinner's ready," shouted Janet. I pulled off my tee shirt and cleaned the cum from my hands and stomach. I jumped off the bed and put on an old sweat suit, still puzzled by my fantasy. Dinner was awkward. Mom still wasn't saying anything to me. Usually, dinner involved talking about school and things we were learning in class. Janet told her about passing a math test, but all my mother said was, `That's nice, dear.' After dinner, Janet and I cleaned the table while Mom retired to her office. I washed and Janet dried. "What happened?" Janet asked as we were about finished. "Mom's not even talking to you. What did you do, get some girl pregnant or something?" "No I didn't get a girl pregnant," I replied angrily. "And besides, you're too young to know about things like that." "Am not." "Are too." "Am not." "James Michael Hoskins!" My mother shouted from her office. "I want to see you." "Uh, oh," said Janet. "She used your whole name. You're in for it now." I turned and headed slowly to her office. I guess the judge was ready to hand down her sentence. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Visit my website for additional stories: www.themustardjar.com Email your comments to: ronyx@woh.rr.com