Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 18:50:07 -0400 From: TAJI Subject: Finding Myself - The Truth Again, embrace the boring-ass disclaimers. Like previously mentioned, this chapter will be from Spencer's point of view, with a bit of a time overlap from the first chapter. Temporally speaking, this chapter begins at about the time that Alex and Troy get to the club, but you should be able to sort that out on your own. "Finding Myself" - By TAJI. Chapter Two - "The Truth" I was laying in bed, wide awake. I could hear my mother downstairs, taking care of the dishes. When I heard footsteps on the stairs, I closed my eyes and tried to look like I had been asleep. The door opened, and light from the hall flooded my room. "Spencer? You awake?" I rolled over and groaned, cracking my eyes the tiniest bit. "Sorry to wake you, sweetheart. Your father isn't home yet, so I am going to go make sure he is alright. Just go back to sleep and we will be home later." I nodded and rolled back over as the door closed and the room went black again. I knew I probably wouldn't get any sleep at all, so I waited until I heard the garage open and close, and I crawled out of bed. I tried to read a book, but my mind was too preoccupied with my thoughts. Today I had seen Connor Davies naked. And it wasn't a passing glance... We had been playing lacrosse during gym class. My gym teacher, Mr. Clarke, had made it enjoyable as usual. He was a very down-to-earth teacher, the kind that was not just a teacher, but your friend and mentor. About halfway through the game, I went to whip the ball down the field, but my shoe rolled over a ball laying in the grass. I twisted my ankle and landed on my shoulder, scraping it. Mr. Clarke told the rest of the class to keep going, but told me we were going inside for some ice. He looked at my ankle, told me I was going to be fine, and wrapped it up and gave me some ice. He told me it probably wasn't the best idea to go back out, so I should go get changed and ready for my next class since there were only 20 minutes left until it begin. As he left for the field, I turned the opposite direction to the change room. Right before I opened the door, however, I heard someone being shushed, a scrape, then silence. My curiosity was piqued, so I held still as well. After a few moments, I heard a voice. Connor Davies' voice. "Fuck..." It was a deep, passionate, guttural moan. My heart began pounding immediately. I moved as close to the door as I could without pushing it open. Connor moaned again. I heard someone spit, then Connor moaned even louder than before. "Holy shit," I thought, "someone's blowing him!" As quietly as I could, I pushed open the door, which was thankfully silent. I closed it slowly behind me, and eased around the corner to see what was going on. Connor was sitting on the bench, back against the wall. Some guy who I didn't recognize was swallowing him nearly whole, his lips buried in his bush. As I watched, the guy pulled his head up, sliding inch by inch of Connor's cock out of his mouth. I was shocked see each inch coming out; I thought it wasn't going to stop. At 9 inches, a huge, throbbing, wet head popped out of the guy's lips. I looked at the face and was horrified to see that it was Mr. James, a student teacher at the school. "Gonna cum, man," Conner said in a husky, distant voice. A smile came to Mr. James' lips, and he jerked off Connor's cock hard and fast. When the toned muscles in Connor's legs and stomach began to twitch and flex randomly signalling imminent orgasm, Mr. James slammed Connor's entire cock down his mouth, where I saw it force his throat open. Connor yelled out with the unexpected mouth again right as he reached orgasm. His hips bucked and his eyes rolled back in his head as he bit his lip to keep from yelling. His cock was pumping hot jizz into the student teacher's mouth. He swallowed every drop except the few that poured out of the corners of his mouth. When he came up for air, they were both left panting. I turned to leave before they got up and noticed me. I realized that I had a problem in the form of an eight inch boner pushing against by baggy gym shorts, so I ducked out and went down the hall to the bathroom nearby. I rubbed one out, still caught up in my extremely heightened sex drive, and left my jizz dripping down the wall of the bathroom stall. I tucked my cock back into my shorts and walked back out down the hallway towards the change room again. I saw Mr. James walking in the opposite direction, glancing over his shoulder and wiping his mouth. I made sure to make plenty of noise as I walked into the change room, where I saw Connor just buttoning up his pants. "Hey. What happened to your foot?" I was lost until I realized he was looking at my newly wrapped foot. "Oh. I just twisted it playing lacrosse. Speaking of which, why weren't you on the field?" "I- uh, I mean, Mr. Clarke needed me to inventory the uh, basketballs." "Oh. I see." After a moment of awkward silence in the wake of his poorly executed lie, I spoke again. "So, older guys, eh?" Conner froze. He slowly turned toward me, with a horrified expression on his face. "Wha- What are you talking about?" "Relax. I saw the whole thing. Don't worry, I'm not telling anyone." "Fuck, thank you. You promise?" For a jock, he was turning out to be a wuss. "Tell me one thing." "Anything." I smiled, rather enjoying having this smoking hot jock at my mercy. "You must tell the truth, now." "Yes, yes anything. What?" "Was that just for release, or are you really gay?" He hesitated, looking away from my eyes. "Tell me the truth, or everyone in the school will know that you got your cock sucked by a guy and liked it!" "Fine! Yes I am gay! Please don't tell anyone that either! C'mon man, you know how hard it is to build rep in this place! I'll give you anything you want. Wait. Are you gay?" "Yes." He paused again, then hesitantly asked "So what do you want?" I smiled. "Nothing yet." He sighed with relief. "But I am taking a rain check. I can call you whenever I want, and you need to do whatever I ask, just once." "Fine, fine. Now, please, just be quiet. The rest of the class in coming in." "Just don't forget." "I promise." I opened my eyes again, returning from the pleasant memory with a smile on my lips and cum on my chest once again. As I wiped off my stomach, I suddenly realized that I hadn't forced Connor to secrecy about the fact that I was gay, too. If he told anyone, it could get back to my parents. I flopped back on my bed, limp with terror. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text asking him if he told anyone. As I nervously waited for him to respond, I realized that a part of me hoped he did tell someone and that it had gotten back to my parents. It was hard to hide such hug part of my life from my parents, especially my father whom I was very close to. It wasn't something that I should be ashamed of, but I was regardless. He responded a few minutes later that he hadn't and he promised he wouldn't as long as I didn't tell anyone. I was again wracked with uncertainty and torn by the idea of telling my adoptive parents. I was again reminded of how important my father was to me. He had, after all, saved my life. I was born to a single college student that didn't want me, and she had a different boyfriend every week. She found her soulmate in a man when I was only five. He found a pastime in smacking me around and kicking me. When my mother found out, she confronted him. He killed her in rage. The next day, he took me to Sears and left me in the bikes department with a note, as Troy told me years later, that said "Free Kid. Named Spencer" and no other records or ID. My adoptive father happened upon me while looking for a mountain bike. He began the adoption process the day that the police identified his mother as a recent murder victim, with no direct family. He gave me a home. I loved him with my entire heart. He was always there for me, healing the scars of my previous life. Years later, when he confided that he was in captivity by Sarah, I was there for him. We took up sports, taking weekend adventures to go camping, white-water rafting or escaping to sporting meets or just to New York City for a few days off from Sarah. She always said she loved us going away; with a fake smile she joked about time to herself. With a fake smile we told her we loved her. We all knew she wanted nothing to do with me. I was distracted from my reverie of the past by a slamming door. Sarah and Troy were home. I heard her raised voice, and his begging. I tiptoed to the door to hear what they were going on about. As I eased open the door, I could not make out everything Sarah was yelling, but certain words floated up to me. "Fucking Faggot! Queer! ...sucking his cock... ...bet he liked it, the little fucking homo!" I walked away from the door, numb. I fell face first on my bed. They knew what I was, they knew what I had done. I heard keys jingle and the door slam. I knew Sarah was gone. I heard footsteps, and I knew my father was coming. I began sobbing, knowing that he was coming to kick me out of the house or beat the shit out of me. I walked out of my room, and went to the top of the stairs while he was coming up. I spoke first, not really wanting the yelling to start. "I'm so sorry, Dad. I never wanted you to find out." His face was blank; I knew that was his expression of deep hurt. "What? Listen. Don't worry about it. Your mom is just going to see her parents for a few days. Now get some sleep, you have your meet tomorrow." I was lost. Was he just brushing it off, pretending he didn't know? What was going on here. "Oh... Alright. Good night, Dad." I went to bed, still completely confused. I fell asleep with feelings I had never felt before. END OF CHAPTER TWO. Part Three will be back to Troy for the day. I always love comments/questions/death threats (please mark all hate mail as "FLAME" so I can giggle when I read it.) taji.nifty@gmail.com!