Our First Moment
by Junco
This story has become more sexual in nature, and it is up to you to determine if it is suitable to read. It may also be against local laws in your area, or you may need to be 18 or 21 years old. So I am making it your responsibility as the reader to make this determination. BE WARNED, this is a gay love story, and is very explicit at times, and describes physical interaction between two boys, some of which are sexual, and it is up to YOU to make a decision, what you should do next. If this type of material offends you, or if you choose not to break any laws, you should stop now, and go on to something else.
FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Several times he came up to my ear, and would say, "I'm having a great time with you." Each time he would say that, his words washed over me, and I could not think of a thing to say. It must have been some sort of delayed reaction to seeing him again. Perhaps it was overwhelming to me that such a beautiful boy would be there dancing with me, and kissing me. Maybe it was the powerful attraction we had for each other. The fact that I was speechless didn't seem to matter. Only that he was there, and I was there with him.
We had just gotten some waters, when I heard the last call for alcohol. The night had flown by, yet so much happened. I was starting to wear out from all the dancing we did. We had one last kiss on the dance floor, and decided it was time to go home. I had no idea what the rest of the evening had in store for me. Certainly I would kiss his sweet lips again, that was a given.
Hold Still Boy
On our way home, we talked of the evening, and how great a time we both had. I reached over and ran my hand down his thigh while he was driving. I liked being close to him, and touching him, and feeling his leg excited me.
"I love walking across this bridge," I said, while squeezing his leg a little tighter.
"I know, you can see the entire city from here," he said.
"Take the next left, right after the bridge." The turn was a sharp one, more than what Hunter was anticipating.
"Now that's a hard corner," he said.
"That's not the only thing that's hard."
Hunter laughed at me, and before I knew it we were there. He walked with me to the door, and there he kissed me, but very gently. "Come on up," I said, "I'll get you something to drink."
"That would be cool, but I really have to pee first." When we got to the top of the stairs, he started complimenting me about the apartment. I showed him the bathroom, while I got us some ice tea.
"I feel a lot better now," he said, coming into the living room. He came and sat right next to me on the couch. "Um...good ice tea too."
We were quite for a minute or two. "I will see you again, won't I? I had to know.
He looked at me for a second. "Of course you will. You are very special to me," he said.
"You are too."
"I want us to be special. I'm tired of boys that come and go."
"I get that." I knew he was going somewhere, and let him speak.
"I know what I said earlier, I didn't mean for you to get the wrong impression."
"What did you say earlier?" I asked.
"Remember when we were talking to Phillip and Trent?"
"Yeah, and you said you were going to get some of my ass."
"I was just playing along."
"Honestly," I said, "I thought you were kidding, but then a part of me was hoping you weren't. I really like you, and if you wanted to take me now, um...I could really get into that. But that would make us less real. Wouldn't it?"
"I think you're right," he said. "I really want our first time together to be special." He had me. I wanted that too, and I squeezed his arm a little tighter. "I could fall for you, easy," he said. "In fact I think I already have."
"Me too."
"So you understand what I'm saying?"
"Completely."
"I was dreading saying that to you." He looked up at me when he said it, in a kind of cute, shy sort of way.
"I want you to tell me what ever is on your mind. If you want to wait, that's cool with me." He looked surprised at me, but only for a second, then he smiled.
"See. I knew you were different than anyone else. It was like I could see it in your eyes. Even the first night, a month ago, you looked at me...and now. Especially now, you...you just look so good, and your eyes say a lot about you."
"I didn't know I was such an open book."
"There's nothing wrong with that," he said, "In fact, that's what I like so much. You're open, and honest. It's like you've got nothing to hide."
"I really don't have anything to hide, other than Phillip. See, he used to have a crush on me."
"Who wouldn't?"
"There you go being sweet again."
"It's the truth," he said. "So tell me about Phillip."
"One day Phillip told me how much he liked me. Nothing happened between us at first, but I started having trouble with my first boyfriend, and well, Phillip and I spent two days together, and we had a great time."
"Two hotties, like you guys. I can see that."
"Well it was only two days, because he had to come here to school. That's when he met Trent. You know sometimes I feel like...well like I still have feelings for him." I paused for a moment. "Probably not a cool thing to say."
"Don't be sorry. I'm glad you told me. You said it yourself just a second ago, about me telling you everything, and you should tell me stuff too."
"Phillip is involved with Trent now, so...I need, to let him go. It was just our timing. It was all off."
"Maybe he wasn't meant to be."
"You know, I've never thought of it that way." The communication between Hunter and I was amazing me. "Phillip has always been there for me, especially when I needed him the most."
"Then treasure those moments you've had with him, and see it as something good. No doubt he's been a positive influence on your life."
"Yes he has."
"He's still your friend, and he looks very happy with Trent."
"True that. I still get to see him, and spend time with him, and he is a good friend. I just need a boy in my life, somebody I can dream about. Ever since that first night I saw you, I've been dreaming about you. I was really praying that I would find you again."
He stared at me and his shoulders dropped, like he couldn't believe I had just said that. "My prayers were answered too," he said, and hugged me, and held me while he talked. "See, I've been looking and praying that I would find someone like you. Then that first night I saw you, I thought my prayers were answered, only problem was I was out on a blind date. A friend was trying to fix me up. I politely walked the guy out to his car, came back in looking for you. That's when I started praying that I would find you, and I've been praying about that ever since."
I held him, and comforted him. It was clear that we were meant to be together. I didn't have to make love to him that night. It just wasn't required. There was an innocence about us, an unspoken truth. I'm sure anyone could have seen that, but I was feeling it, and it felt wonderful.
I liked what he said about waiting. I think I would have been a little nervous in bed with him, and this way I could focus more on him. I didn't have to worry with how he liked it, or if I was pleasing him. It was actually simpler this way, and I was glad he wanted to wait.
I was running my hand through his hair, feeling the softness of it, while the sides of our heads were pressed to one another. I knew he couldn't stay, but I wanted him to. Just to sleep next to him would have been great, but I'm sure that would have led to other things, so I didn't bring it up.
He yawned, and I let go of him to look into his eyes. "Your tired."
"Not too bad. I could stay up longer."
"Will you be okay to drive home?" I asked.
"I'll be fine."
"You sure? You can spend the night if you want."
"Um...I'll be alright."
"Probably best this way," I said. "I doubt I could leave you alone all night."
"Um...yes you're right, that would have been impossible for me too. It isn't too far home. In fact I should probably go now."
"I wish you could stay, but I do understand."
"I want to stay. I don't want to be apart from you, not even for a second."
"That's sweet," I said. "Wait let me get your phone number, and I'll give you mine." We exchanged numbers, and I gave him a big hug. I walked him out to his car, and we held hands the whole way. We kissed again out by his car, but I knew it would be too brief. I wished he could have stayed with me, so I could kiss him all night. I watched him drive off, and I returned to the apartment. I put his number on the refrigerator, and made a copy that I could keep with me all the time. I was so tired, but at the same time excited, and couldn't wait for the next time I would see him again.
The next morning was a little cloudy, and I was able to sleep till nine. Immediately I was thinking about Hunter, and how nice it would be like to wake up next to him. His arms around me would feel so good right now. Actually his whole body against mine was what I really was dreaming of.
At ten o'clock I could wait no longer and grabbed his number off the refrigerator. I was about to reach for the phone, but it rang before I got the chance.
"Hello."
"Hey sweetie," he said.
"I wanted to hear you again," I said. "In fact I was getting ready to call you."
"I couldn't wait any longer either," he said. "I wish you were here with me."
"I know. I woke up with you on the brain too. How did you sleep last night?"
"Oh, I slept great," he said. "But I could have stayed up all night with you. Easy."
"Me too," I said. "Can I at least see you later?"
"Yeah. I got some stuff to do first, but I could come over later."
"Okay," I said. "How about after lunch, say about two."
"That's about perfect." He paused for a second. "I had the best time last night."
"Me too." We went on talking for a little while, mostly about music, and stuff before we said goodbye.
It was a cold day, and the sky remained gray, but it was warm and toasty in the apartment. I never had gas heat before, but loved how warm the apartment felt after it had been on a while. It was nearly three o'clock and Hunter was supposed to have been there by two. He arrived late, but I was so happy to see him, that it really didn't matter.
We walked up the inside stairs, but he went up first, and I got a close look at his ass, but I tried not to think of that. We ended up in the kitchen, and as I was turning around to hand him his tea, he was right there in my face, and he kissed me. His body felt so good in my hands, but his kisses were the sweetest ever. When we hugged, that's when I could really feel his body, and my arms easily went around him. We made our way to the couch, and that's when he told me he was sorry for being late.
"I was trying to get everything done, but ran out of time," he said. "Then I wanted to look nice for you, and ended up being late."
"Well, you look great," I said. "So what have you been doing?"
"I'm in school," he said, "and I've got big tests the next two days, so I've got to study hard."
"What are you studying in school?"
"Well if I pass, I'll get to be a paralegal."
"That sounds interesting."
"I think it's going to be real good. I can have a regular job, and get paid a lot more than what I'm making now."
"What do you do now?"
"I'm a waiter at Vertigo."
"What's that?"
"A restaurant. It's not far from here."
"You like that job?"
"It's okay. I get to meet a lot of people. The hours kind of suck. I work from 4:00 till 10:00. But then I have class from 8:30 till 2:30, so actually the hours fit my schedule. I just hate not having evenings free."
"Sounds like you don't have much time at all."
"That all changes soon," he said. "I just have to pass these stupid tests. The next two days are going to be hell."
"You sound stressed out?"
"I am."
"Sorry," I said. "What can I do for you?"
"You're doing it now."
"What's that?"
"Being sweet," he said.
"Awe...how bout I give you a back rub later?"
"That would be wonderful."
I gave him a hug for the moment, followed by a long sweet kiss on his neck. I knew he liked it, and could tell we were going to have a lot of fun together. I sat back up straight so I could look at his eyes. That look, it was all right there, as if we continued to communicate if only by looking in each other's eyes. He gave me a kiss, one that I wasn't willing to let go of. Hunter had the softest lips, and really knew how to kiss.
"Um...I love the taste of your lips," he said.
"I like how you kiss," I said quickly. "Hopefully I'll get to kiss you some more, and not just your lips."
"Oh really," he said. "And where else were you thinking of kissing me?"
"Um...let me see. Your neck, back, chest, stomach, legs...and in-between your legs." He let out a little squeal when I said that. He was delightful to be around, and I wanted to spend time with him, but the next two days sounded busy for him. "What are you doing after your tests?"
"I have to go down to my moms. She has a doctors appointment, and someone has to run the front desk."
"Do I get to see you again before Christmas?"
"Maybe tomorrow night," he said. "But I still have to study. Tuesday is a short day, but then I'm leaving right after class to get down there in time for my mom's appointment."
"Well any chance you changing your mind and coming home with me for Christmas?" I asked.
"I'm sorry," he said, as he put his hand on my leg. "I want to. Believe me, I want to spend time with you, but I can't." I was disappointed, and I'm sure I looked it, but I did believe him. "See, my parents split up, and they own a motel on the beach. My dad left her this summer, and she has to run the place herself."
"Wow, your mom owns a motel?"
"Not yet. It isn't final, but it will be hers soon. I couldn't let her spend Christmas by herself, so I promised I would come see her."
"I understand," I said. "I guess you're bummed about your dad leaving."
"I hate my dad, and I'm glad he's gone." That wasn't what I was expecting to hear. I could tell by the way that he said it, he wasn't kidding.
"What's up with your dad?"
"He's a bastard."
"Why, what happened?"
"I never told him I was gay cause I knew he would kill me, and he was too stupid to figure it out. Then one night he caught me kissing a boy by the pool. Dad was always too drunk to move by ten, and this was like 11:30 at night. So he slapped me, started calling me names, and said he didn't have a son anymore."
"No. That's awful. What about your mom?"
"She loves me to death. See, and I can't let her spend Christmas by herself."
"No, I understand."
"What about you?" He asked. "Sure you can't come down to Wilmington with me?"
"No, I have to see my parents, plus I'm picking up our dog, so they can go on vacation."
"That's right. I remember you saying you were bringing back Teddy. I thought it was some boy at first when you were talking about him last night. By the way, you're going to pay for that."
"Me...what did I do?" I was trying to act all innocent, but Hunter made his move to try and tickle me. He succeeded at that, and immediately I went into giggling.
"I don't even know your last name," he said, looking at me all serious like.
"It's Mason."
"Full name please." Hunter was still trying to be serious.
"Shawn Thomas Mason," I said and saluted him, and that's when he tickled me again. He was such a trip.
"Okay, now your turn."
"Hunter Stewart Ross."
"Cool name. Now, how old are you?" I asked.
"How old do you think I am?"
"My age. No wait, you're older than me aren't you?"
"Twenty."
"I'm eighteen."
"How much do you weigh?" He asked.
"130."
"Dam, you're a light weight."
"Why, how much do you weigh?"
"145," he said.
"Here's a question for ya." I couldn't believe I was getting ready to ask this. "Are you a top or a bottom?"
"Versatile."
"Cool. I like that."
He turned his head at me. "I wasn't sure about you," he said. "You look like a little straight boy to me."
I slapped his arm, and said, "That's cruel. I don't try to look straight. I'd rather look more like you."
"Like me, how?"
"Um..."
"Tell the truth," he said.
"Okay, you look a little bit like a girl." I was waiting for his reaction.
"Go on."
"I guess it's the earrings, your necklace, and maybe your hair, but there's so much boy about you, like your eyes, the way you walk, and your body. I was looking at your ass on the way up the stairs. Um, that's all boy there."
"And you haven't seen the boy between my legs yet either."
I laughed at him. "I'm sure I'll get to see him one day."
"And you'll get to feel him too." Then in a lower voice he said, "Especially when I'm giving it to you." That made me shriek.
The both of us, kept talking, covering every subject there was. After about an hour and a half of none stop talking, we paused, and I asked him if he was ready for his back rub. I got up so Hunter could lie down on the couch. He was lying down, but still had his shirt on, and so I asked him to take it off. He had a nice back, and I quickly retrieved some moisturizing lotion. The winter months made my skin dry, and I always kept some handy. I sat next to him on the couch and ran my hands over his back, big sweeping motions at first. I liked his back. He wasn't real muscle bound, but because of his small waist, his back had a "v" shape to it. I could feel his muscles, and found where he was tense and concentrated there. He moaned as I found those places, and hearing him made me hard. I wanted to rub my hands over his whole body, but that wasn't the reason for what I was doing. I knew that one day I would feel all of him, and I hoped that day wasn't too far away. My hands got tired after about thirty minutes, and he sat back up, and put his shirt on.
"I really should go," he said. "I'll stop by tomorrow on my way home from work. After that, I guess we'll see each other next Saturday."
"I guess. It seems so long from now."
"I'm going to miss you like crazy," he said.
"I'll miss you too."
That's when he held my head to his shoulder. Everything he did felt special to me, and holding me the way he did, I felt love. Our friendship was growing by leaps and bounds, but we had our special moments too. Boy on boy love, showing itself in the sweetest ways. He backed away and kissed my eye just as I was closing them. I couldn't remember a feeling like it before, soft lips, barely touching my eye, sweet and very intense.
I did see him again, the very next night, but he had to go home and study, so our time together was short. We both knew that, and wasted no time re-acquainting ourselves. I never let go of him that night. I was always touching or holding on to a part of Hunter, hoping that soon he would show me how much he loved me. I was certain that he did love me, but I never heard him say it. I felt it stronger than ever before, like love was gushing out of me. I contemplated telling him, but soon I was lost in another one of his magical kisses.
The time rushed by, and he was standing in front of me, coat on, looking sexy as ever, but then he looked into my eyes, and I could hold back no longer.
"I love you." I didn't have a plan, didn't know how I would tell him, or if I would tell him, but the look in his eyes captured my heart, and the words seemed to flow right out of me.
"I love you too sweetheart."
"Well that delayed his departure another fifteen minutes, till we were finally able to let go of each other. I couldn't stop thinking of him, and after he left, I became confused with thoughts of missing him, followed by happy feelings of a special boy in my life.
Phillip and Trent came by the next night, and we ended up exchanging presents. Phillip got me a shirt, something he said I could wear to the club. It looked small so I tried it on, and it ended up fitting perfect. They both said it looked very sexy on me. I got Phillip a necklace; it looked like Native American Indian jewelry. I thought it would go well with his dark silky hair.
Hunter called me from his mom's while they were there. I went to go check on the two of them, while I was talking to Hunter, but they were busy with each other on the couch, and didn't seem to mind me being on the phone. It was sweet what the two of them had, and I hoped Hunter and I would find that too.
That night when I went to bed, I couldn't stop thinking of Hunter, and what it would be like to make love to him. I wanted him so bad, if he would somehow magically appear in my bed, and take me, and I could become all his.
We had an office party Wednesday afternoon, and seeing I didn't have to drive home, I partied hard. The next day I drove to my parents, and had a wonderful Christmas with them. How I wished Hunter could have been there with me, but we did our best to talk everyday on the phone. We made plans for Saturday, and I knew it would be a special day for us.
I had just got home from my parents house, and put some water down for Teddy, but he wasn't interested. I put his pillow in my bedroom, and he promptly laid down. I heard a knock at the door, and went to let Ethan in. We talked about our Christmas time, and seeing family again. I was surprised that Teddy never made an appearance, but he wasn't himself. I took Ethan to my bedroom to show him Teddy, and he only wagged his tail. I had never seen him act that way, and Ethan said he was probably home sick.
"Are you going out tonight?" I asked.
"I think I'm going to go to CC's tonight," he said.
"Not me. I'm meeting Hunter at Legends."
"You really like that boy."
"Sure do. I think I'm in love."
"He is pretty cute. Both of you are actually. Um...what about Trent and Phillip?"
"There up visiting with Phillip's parents, probably won't be back till tomorrow."
Ethan walked back to the kitchen door, and was ready to leave. "Your welcome to come downstairs if you want. I brought back plenty of food. My mom really likes to cook."
"I might do that," I said.
"Well if I don't see you, have a good time tonight," he said.
"Hope you do to."
Just as I finished unpacking the phone rang. Jeff asked if I wanted to go to the gym with him, but I was too tired, and told him I might go on Sunday. He said he wasn't sure about going out that night, but if he was, he would swing by at 10:00 and pick me up. That was cool with me, because I would have someone with me, while I was waiting for Hunter. As soon as I got off the phone with Jeff, it rang again.
"Hello."
"Hi sweetheart."
"Hi. Where are you?"
"I'm still at my mom's house, but I'm leaving right after dinner."
"Are you still coming tonight?"
"Yeah. It will probably be eleven o'clock before I get there, but I promise I'm coming."
"Good. I think I'm going through Hunter withdrawal."
"I know what you mean," he said. "I can't wait to see you."
"Me too," I said. "It seems like forever since I saw you last."
"I know what you mean," he said. "I can't wait to taste your lips again."
"Yum. That does sound good."
"I can't talk long," he said. "I just wanted to hear your voice again."
"That's sweet. Well you be careful driving, and I'll see you soon."
"Okay then. Bye."
I hated not being able to talk very long, but if the evening went like I hoped, I would have plenty of time with him later. We hadn't discussed it yet, but I was hoping he could spend the night with me. I felt so comfortable with him, and I knew I was ready. I wanted to look as sexy as I could for Hunter, and thought about what I might wear that night. I decided on my thong underwear with a pair of jeans that were too big for me. The shirt that Phillip got me for Christmas would be perfect, seeing it only came down to my belly button. I thought it would be a cool look for me. I was hoping Hunter would like it too.
I checked in on Teddy, and felt so sorry for him, that I laid down on the bed, and asked him to come up and join me. It had been a long drive from my parents' house, and I closed my eyes so I could rest. When I woke up it was nearly seven o'clock, and got Teddy and me something to eat. He still wasn't himself, and didn't touch his food, so I gave him some of mine. I took him for a walk after we ate, and then started getting ready for the evening.
I was ready before 10:00 and now it was 10:30, and it didn't look like Jeff was coming, so I decided to walk to the club by myself. Walking was fun, but the more I walked the further my jeans came down, and I had to keep pulling them back up. I was standing at the Boylan Avenue Bridge, looking over the city. I could have driven, but I already had two beers, and knew I'd be drinking more at the club so walking seemed like a better idea. I enjoyed the walk, and always enjoyed the view from the bridge. Seeing the city, and knowing this was where I lived now excited me. Even walking the last block up to the club, seeing all the activity, cars everywhere, lots of people out, it all was a part of where I lived now. Being in the club excited me even more. Seeing all the boys there was almost the highpoint of my evening. I say almost, because I had yet to see Hunter and I was certain nothing would thrill me more.
Some of the boys were dressed up in nice clothes, while others wore older, more ragged looking clothes. The clothes didn't bother me too much because even some of the cute boys wore beat up jeans with an old tee shirt. I wasn't concentrating on the other boys as much as I had been. I was looking for Hunter.
After my second beer, I walked around the club looking for him, thinking he should have been there by now. I didn't think I had missed him, but walked around looking in case I did. I was even looking for him while I was in the bathroom. There were other guys giving me the eye while I was in the bathroom, and I suspected in time I would get use to that idea.
It was different being there, and not having any friends with me. It made me a little uneasy, and I noticed the beers were going down faster than normal for me. I had two before I left, and was finishing my second beer there at the club, when I decided to dance for a while. It was something to pass the time, while I waited for Hunter. I was hoping he would see me dancing, and try to surprise me. I kept anticipating him coming up behind me and putting his hands over my eyes, like he did last time I was looking for him.
After dancing for a while, I decided to walk around the club again and look for him. The narrow corridor out to the courtyard was crowded with guys, and I felt a hand on my ass, but when I turned to look, I just saw some guys standing there. None of them moved or acknowledged they had done that, so I had no idea who was feeling me, but I had to look in case it was Hunter.
As the night went on I became more concerned about Hunter and more depressed, thinking about the reasons he chose not to come. I danced for a little while longer but couldn't get into the music so good, and walked the whole place over again. I ended up at the bar, and picked a place where I could watch everyone that came in.
Lots of guys were hitting on me, rubbing their hand across my back, and some feeling my ass. I suppose it was very flattering, but at the moment, Hunter was the only one that I wanted touching me. At least some of the boys wanted to talk to me. In fact one of them went on for the longest time, drinking as he went. I became a little dis-interested, and lost track of how many beers I had as well. I finally asked him what time it was, and he said 1:30. I was certain Hunter wasn't coming. I made one last round looking for him, and pulled my jeans up as I went through the narrow corridor out to the courtyard. When I got to the doorway I saw that it was raining, and I heard myself say, "dam" out loud.
What's wrong," I heard a voice say from just inside the doorway. I directed my attention to a guy in his thirty's, dressed in jeans, and a tee shirt. He was an average looking guy, and his voice had a higher pitch to it, like he was much younger. It surprised me when he spoke again, the voice was almost soothing, but that voice didn't fit the slightly rougher looking guy now standing before me. I took his appearance to be more of a façade, and that he was just going for a tough guy look.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Just don't want to walk home in the rain." It hadn't been the best evening for me. I was depressed about not seeing Hunter, and now it was raining.
"I can give you a ride," the smooth sounding voice said. I looked around thinking, then stared outside at the hard cold concrete as the rain continued to beat down on it.
"I don't live far from here," I said. "If you could drop me off that would be great."
The rain came down harder as we walked the short distance out to his truck and quickly got in.
"I'm Scott," he said as he fumbled around with the keys.
"I'm Shawn."
"Where do you live?"
"Um, take a right out of the parking lot, go across the tracks, then a left at the first stop light. Then it's the first left after the bridge."
Not much else was said, and I was too depressed to carry on a conversation. "This is it, right here, that brick house. Thanks for the ride."
"No problem. Look I know someone close by. Mind if I use your phone to call him." I didn't say anything, and wasn't sure if it was a good idea. "I can't just drop in on him, I really need to call first. Otherwise I have to drive all the way to Zebulon."
"I'm not sure," I said.
"Look man, I drive for a living and I can't loose my license, so I would really appreciate it if you would let me use your phone. I can't just show up at the dude's house at 2:00 in the morning. Please."
"I guess it would be okay." Approaching the house, I saw lights on downstairs and I knew Ethan was home. We went up the outside staircase, that way he would only be in the kitchen to use the phone, then he could leave. I stood in the kitchen for a moment watching him, but then spotted a few dishes that needed washing and made myself busy during his call. He took forever on the phone, and by the time he was done, I had rinsed out the glasses and was putting them away.
"Appreciate the phone man." I twisted around to acknowledge him, and I was surprised to see him standing there, jeans part way down, and his hand stoking his dick. I starred in disbelief, and partly curious, before I turned back around to the sink. I stood with my back to him, trying to ignore him, and wondering what to do next.
I never heard him coming, and before I knew it he was behind me, and had placed his arms on either side of me, gripping the sink, and was kissing on the back of my neck. Anywhere else would have been easy to react instantly, but a kiss on the back of my neck was a soft spot for me. Maybe if I hadn't of drank so much, I would have responded quicker, but I hesitated, just for a second before trying to push him away. I did move, but so did he, and he yanked my jeans and underwear down in one motion, and had his arms around me in a bear hug. I struggled to break free, and quickly realized I was in a trouble. He was stronger than me, so much so, that getting away from him wasn't working. He kept trying to get his dick inside me but I was squirming too much for that to happen. I managed to turn slightly, and give him an elbow in the chest, knocking him back a bit, but I didn't have enough swing in my arm to do any real damage. For sure he got the message that I wasn't interested, but I looked and saw fire in his eyes.
I felt the full force of a slap across my face, knocking my head against the cabinet door. I didn't realize I was going down, not till I hit the floor. I crashed into the floor so hard that it knocked the breathe out of me. The side of my face was stinging from his hand, and my ear was ringing too, probably from hitting the cabinet door. I was on my stomach, trying to breathe, while he sat on the back of my legs, and then spit on my ass. He had his hand on my back, holding me down, and was trying to get inside me again. I squirmed for all I was worth, and it seemed to be working for the moment, but I needed a better plan. I cried out, as he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, and he yelled at me, "hold still boy."
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