Date: Mon, 6 Jan 2003 15:46:39 EST From: JuilianJ@aol.com Subject: THE STORY OF US PART 4 THE STORY OF US BY: Julien This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and would be very much appreciated. ENJOY! There will be many flashback sequences in this story so as not to confuse anyone, when a flashback takes place, there will be an asterisk (*) before the start of that flashback. "I shouldn't have said what I said." His voice seemed sincere enough but the wound was still fresh, too fresh for me to dismiss it as anything but backtalk. "Well you did." "You know I wouldn't purposely say anything to hurt you Richie. We've been friends far too long for something like this to come along and fuck it up." I still decided to play this blame game just to see how much I could get out of it and him. "Why are you here Bobby?" He ran his hands over clean shaven face and looked directly at me, "Because I want you to come back to work for me. I need you there with me. We both earned this and we both deserve to be in the spotlight." And I had to admit that I had never seen him so humble, so sorry, so relentless. "I don't know if I can go back to that Bobby. Your friends don't want me there and I don't want to have defend my race or my sexuality to anyone including them." The edge to my voice must have sobered him up for he sat up, looking alert and ready for action. "It's no body's' business how you get off ok. If it doesn't bother me, it sure as hell shouldn't bother them and about you being white, it doesn't matter. The guys are just trying to push your buttons, see how far they can push you." "I don't like being pushed Bobby, you of all people should know that." And with that he seemed lost in thought as if remembering that time. * "Hey kid! You! Bible freak!" I knew they were talking to me but I ignored them and continued to walk. "Hey fuck face. I'm talking to you." The big guy stepped in front of me blocking off my path. "Me?" I managed to stutter bringing with it a barrage of laughter. "Yeah you shit head." Another fit of laughter broke out. "Leave me alone." "What? Did you guys just hear what fuck face said to me?" His two comrades just nodded and repeated my statement. "Leave you alone! Why should I leave you alone? You're on my territory bible freak." "Yeah, his territory. I say you should knock his ass into the ground." His friend chided in. "No!" I cried hysterically dropping all my books and running away. But despite my efforts they both caught up to me. "You made me break my bottle you fucking egghead!" The bigger one screamed knocking me to the ground. I felt something trickle down my nose into my mouth - blood. "I didn't do anything." I cried trying to ward off the blows. All of a sudden I heard someone call out my name and looked up to see Bobby running to my aid. The bigger one tried to head him off but instead found himself beside me holding his nose. "You broke my nose you..." He didn't get the chance to say anything else because Bobby had kicked him in the stomach. "You ok Richie?" He asked helping me up. "Yeah." I cried trying to get away from him. "Richie wait!" He called after me but all I did was run until his voice was nothing but a distant memory. "I'll come back on one condition." He seemed to break out of thought at the sound of my voice. "Anything." "I want back my old job." "What about Ernie?" "Has he been doing a good job?" "Richie." "Has he? You know if it were me you wouldn't even be in this mess with that girl. I was a good publicist Bobby and you know it." "Ok you can get your job back but it's you and Ernie. Up until now he's been doing a decent job." I decided to give him a little leeway so I agreed and that was how it went for months on end. Surprisingly Ernie and the gang started being nice to me even offering to take me out clubbing with them without Bobby around. I didn't feel comfortable in the beginning but the constant asking and Bobby's urging for me to get to know them made me decide to go with them to a club one night. "You'll like it Richie, it's got some beautiful women and I'm sure one or two good looking men." I looked over at Ernie surprised that he would even make such a statement knowing his views on my lifestyle. "What? You think I'm a homophobic asshole don't you." "Sorry, it's just that..." "It's ok, I understand. I figure we might as well all try and get along since we'll be working with Bobby and all. Nothing worst than a publicist that can't keep his shit together." I had laughed and had allowed him to lead me into the club. And to say that I had a good time was an understatement. I had a great time. We all danced to hip-hop and one or two slow jams. And towards the end of the night Ernie gave me the shock of my life. "You need a drink Richie?" He seemed to be screaming or it could have been my slowed reflexes due from all the alcohol. I had shook my head but still accepted the beer bottle he placed before me. "Thanks." "You're welcomed. By the way, I brought someone over here for you to meet." I looked up to see a good-looking Spanish guy towering over me, gracing me with a toothy grin. "Have fun!" And by the time I looked up Ernie was nowhere to be found. In the meantime my Adonis was seated across from me and started a conversation. "You're looking good tonight." Did I hear right, I couldn't help but think. "Thanks, so do you..." "Quentin. And you are..." "Richard." "Well Richard I'm not going to waste any of your time. I came over here because you are so fucking sexy and I want to take you out back and fuck your brains out - if you would so kindly oblige." Now I knew I was hearing things. Did he really just say what I think he just said? "Excuse me?" I managed to get out in my drunken stupor. He leaned into me and tongued my ear while whispering, "I want to fuck you." And it was then that I realized that none of this was imagined. It was all real and this hunk of a man wanted to sex me up, something I hadn't have happened in such a long time, not since Michael a year ago. And in my state I was more than happy to oblige. "Come on." He said taking me by the arm and leading me out to the back alley. Coming to a far end of the wall he started to unbuckle his pants while I tried to regain my composure realizing what was going to happen. "I don't have a con...." "Shh." He whispered into my ear, "I got you covered." And it was then that he took a Trojan or a Durex, it could have even been Reynolds wrap for all I knew, out of his jeans pocket and tore into the packet with his teeth. He turned me around facing the wall and quickly dislodged my pants from my body. "This is from a mutual friend." He whispered just before penetration. "Uhh." I managed to get out as I tried to adjust to the girth. It was obvious that I would not get any foreplay so I tried to go with the flow as quickly as possible and before I knew it, I had popped my top and came in my hand while he filled the condom with cum. With that over and done with, he pulled out and rearranged his clothes, disposed of the condom and went inside not acknowledging me. Where did you guys go last night?" Asked Bobby as he jotted down words into a notebook. "Some club." "Had a good time?" "I guess." "You guess." He replied looking up from his work at me. Last night had been something that I would have rather forgotten. The whole incident with Quentin just didn't set well with me and something about it seemed staged. I felt like I had been set up but for what I didn't know. I left the club in a club as soon as it was over and had avoided Ernie and comrades since then. "Yeah, it was ok." "Well I'm glad you had a good time." "Me too. I'm glad you had a good time Richie." I turned to see Ernie walking towards us. "You did have fun didn't you man?" "Yeah." I answered feeling vaguely uncomfortable with the situation. Something was definitely amiss. "I'm going to and get lunch Bobby. You want anything?" "No thanks." "Ok." And as I walked out the door, I could vaguely hear Ernie in the background laughing to himself. It seemed that since the first minute I stepped out of my apartment, all eyes were on me. Now don't take this to be paranoia because it wasn't, all eyes were on me. I made a stop at a gas station and as I was pumping gas, the young attendant came up to me and uttered the word 'faggot'. I looked at him quizzically and jumped into my car as fast as I could and drove away. At the office it was more of the same, snide remarks and crude comments made for no apparent reason. And as I was about to open the door to my new office, Bobby, Ernie, Greg and the rest of the gang stepped out. It seemed that all were looking at me, some with disgust others with hate and the person whose opinion really mattered to me wouldn't even look my way. "What's going on?" I asked. No one answered but instead threw a newspaper, which turned out to be the New York Exhibit on the ground. And to my utter shock and horror, plastered on the cover was a picture of me... And Quentin, fucking behind the club in the alleyway. Of course all the necessities were blurred out but it was obvious what was happening. Above that picture was a big bold caption that read: EX PUBLICIST TURNED ASSISTANT OF FAMED R&B SINGER ROBERT KNIGHT CAUGHT IN HOMOSEXUAL ESCAPADE WITH CONVICTED CHILD MOLESTOR. "Bobby I..." "You see this shit Bobby! You let a faggot run your show he's gonna run it right into the goddamn ground. Who's gonna buy your album when they know you got a homosexual child molester working on your staff. You want to be another casualty of bad publicity like R Kelley?" "Bobby I didn't..." "Think about your career man. You're on top right now, don't let this pervert drag you down. Don't let his kind drag you down." Greg looked at me, constantly shaking his head, "I have to agree with Ernie Bobby, this is not good, not good at all. You have to let the man do his job or your career is going to go down the tubes. Do you really want to lose all this hard work for this." He announced taking up the paper and shaking it and even though he looked at the paper when he said it, I knew he was really referring to me. "Bobby please let me explain." And for a second his eyes seemed to soften but then everything changed and he pushed his way past all of us and walked into an empty office slamming the door behind him. "You fucking set me up?" I declared gearing up to throw down. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about?" Ernie said smirking out of the side of his mouth. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. That guy at the club, Quentin. He said to me 'This is from a mutual friend'. He was talking about you." "You're a fucking lunatic on top of being a faggot. Get the fuck outta hear before I bust your ass." And before I could stop myself I lunged for him only to be pulled back by his entourage. "Let me go." "Let the faggot go. He wants to fight, let him fucking fight. I'll bust his ass from here to..." "Shut the fuck up, all of you." I turned to see Bobby standing off to the side, his face blank, something that confused and hurt me. Not to know what he was thinking, how he was feeling, it made me want to kick myself for my own stupidity. "Greg, this is your call. I'm not gonna fuck this up." And turning to look at me, he continued with, "for no fucking body." I was hurt beyond belief as I felt his eyes cut through me, it was if he wanted to kill me. "I'm sorry Richie but I got say that you gotta go. If Bobby was ever your friend, you'll leave without any trouble. What he does from this point on can make or break his career. You saw how they did Kelley in the press. Where's his career at now?" "Fine I'll leave but know this, those pictures didn't just magically appear there. Maybe you need to take a good look at who your friends are." And with as much dignity as I could muster up, I walked away. I LEFT A CLIFFHANGER SO I HOPE IT IS WORTH ALL THE EFFORT I PUT INTO IT. I NEED TO KNOW IF I SHOULD END THIS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR IF YOU GUYS WANT TO SEE A FEW MORE CHAPTERS. THE REST OF THE STORY IS IN YOUR HANDS. I DON'T WANT IT TO BE DRAGGED OUT BUT IF YOU GUYS WANT MORE, YOU GOT IT. EMAIL ME AND LET ME KNOW.