Okay, I feel like this chapter isn't as well written as the others because I was in a rush to put a new chapter up. So if it's bad, I'm sorry. I haven't had the time to put as much effort into this chapter as the others. So here's the new chapter. I hope you like it. Bare with the spelling errors if there are any. I'm tired and don't have the energy to proof read it
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Chapter 9B: I love you Jason.
The final bell of the day rang and school was officially done for two long relaxing weeks. My school always let us out a week sooner than the public schools since it’s a Catholic School and Christmas is around the corner and all. Anyway, I got my coat from my locker and put it on. I grabbed my backpack as well incase I become ambitious over vacation and do some homework.
I walked out the main entrance of the school and waited where I normally meet Lance. He wasn’t there yet to I figured he was just running late and he’d be here soon. I saw the buses leave and I was starting to get cold. Another five minutes passed and Lance still wasn’t there. He hadn’t called or texted me and I started to get mad. It was cold, windy and started to snow. I just wanted to leave.
I heard this deep low voice behind me that was getting closer so I slowly turned around. Dylan was walking towards me. I didn’t get scarred or anything, just a little nervous. I didn’t know if he was going to just walk passed me or hit me or what. I tried to calm myself down before he got closer. It didn’t work that well. I was still nervous when he was right next to me.
“Miss your bus?”
“No.”
“Is your dad on the way?”
“No.” I was looking at the floor.
“So you’re just standing here for the hell of it. It’s kind of snowing, incase you didn’t notice.”
“I can see that.” I snapped.
He started walking towards the parking lot to his car. As he opened the drivers door he looked at me and made a come here motion with his hand. I was cold, annoyed and just wanted to get home. I really didn’t want to get in the car with Dylan but I didn’t have any other options. I slowly walked to his car and got in.
“Thanks.” I was thankful he offered me a ride, but I wish I was someone else besides Dylan.
“It’s not a problem.” He smiled as he started the car and drove out of the school parking lot. “I want to apologize for kind of beating you up after school that day.”
“Kind of beat me up, my ribs were bruised!”
“Yeah…” He looked the other way. “I’m honestly sorry about it.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.”
I knew he wasn’t selling me a bullshit story, he truly meant every word he said. That took balls, pretty big balls too. Dylan never apologized to anyone for anything, so this was a huge event. Now that he apologized, I really had no desire to play lacrosse anymore. I wanted to play in the first place to try and beat Dylan at his own game. Now that he apologized, I had no desire to beat him.
“So are we cool again?” He asked as he pulled in front of my house.
“Yeah, I kind of missed you as stupid as it may sound.”
“Me too, that’s why I tried to talk to you that day but you made me mad and it didn’t go according to plans.”
“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s fine Jake.” He lifted his hand up in a fist waiting for me to tap my fist against his. “Now get going, you have a special someone waiting for you.” He winked and pointed to Lance.
“Oh Lance, he’s just my brother’s friend. We don’t even talk.” I tired to sell him a fake story.
“I’m not stupid Jake. You two obviously have a thing from what I’ve seen at school. He always picks you up and whenever you see him you get all happy and excited.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. You have my word. Have a good vacation, maybe I’ll see you.”
“Thanks. For everything.”
He smiled as I got out of the car and drove away. He’s the first person to know about me and Lance and I didn’t even have to tell him. Was he that good at reading people or were we just that obvious. I really didn’t care, I knew I could trust him with my secret.
I walked across the lawn towards the front stoop where Lance was sitting. He looked really cute today and my anger towards him quickly dissolved. He had beanie on his head that had a pompom on the top and a scarf on. He also had gloves on and a winter coat. His nose was bright red and his blue eyes were popping off his face. Even though he was all bundled up in winter gear, he still made my heart skip a beat and it made me love him even more.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it to the school to pick you up, my car didn’t want to start today and my cell phone’s missing in action and I would of called you but…” I cut him off with a kiss.
“You talk too much.” I kissed him again but more passionately.
“What’s that for, we’re on your front stoop. People might see.”
“I don’t care anymore. People are going to support me and you and encourage us while others are going to be dicks about it. I’m tired of living two lives.” His nose was cold as it brushed against mine when he kissed me. “And that was because you look cute today.”
“As much as I like spending time with you right now, can we please go inside. It’s a little chilly outside.”
* * *
When we went inside, we were both pretty hungry so we decided to have a quick snack. Lance made a sandwich and split it with me so we wouldn’t be too full when dinner came around. There’s really nothing exciting that happens when two people eat a sandwich so I’ll spare all the little details.
After we ate our snack, Lance put the dishes in the dishwasher while I moved into the living room. I sat down on the couch and turned the gas fireplace on. Let me tell you, these things are so much better than a wood burning one. With a push of a button, you have a steady, continuous fire without any of the mess. I recommend them strongly. Anyway, I got a blanket as well because the house had a chill in it and curled up on the sofa.
Lance shortly joined me on my left side getting under the blanket as well. Lance put his right arm around my shoulder and brought me closer to him. I rested my right arm across his stomach and grabbed on to him. This moment right here, is what I’ve been waiting for throughout the whole week. We didn’t need to talk to one another or watch TV or anything because just being together was all I needed.
My head finally made it do his chest and I could hear his heart beating inside of his body. It wasn’t loud or fast, but slow and steady and at its own rhythm. I still liked to listen his heart beat and feel the heat his chest threw off. This became my ecstasy.
The hand that was resting on his stomach eventually slid off and landed on his crotch. I looked up at Lance meekly and he had a look on his face like he was asking for something. I knew that he didn’t want me to remove my hand and that he wanted more. I liked making Lance feel good and I’m pretty sure he liked my company.
I gently rubbed the bulge he had in his sweat pants that wasn’t even hard yet. In certain clothes, like sweat pants and athletic shorts, his package could easily be seen even when he was soft. He wasn’t huge where you’d be scared of it, but it was still intimidating. I liked his size for the most part, except when I thought about it being inside me. Yeah I want Lance to have sex with me and yeah I’m scared it’s going to hurt, but it’s Lance and I know he’s going to try and make it painless as possible. If it makes him feel good, I’d sacrifice a few minutes of pain for him. He’s worth it.
Back to Lance and is growing crotch. It was growing for sure, and at a fast rate. With a few more strokes, Lance was fully erect in his sweat pants. I slipped my hand down his pants and underwear so I could get a better grip on him. I rubbed the head of his dick with my thumb and he started to let out little moans and groans.
“That feel’s so good.”
“I guess it’s been awhile, huh Lance?” I teased.
He nodded.
I tried not to make it like every other normal hand job. When I would come back to his head I would squeeze it and give my hand a twist. He seemed to like this. Every time I did it, he would thrust his hips into my hand to get extra friction.
I love Lance’s dick. Granted it’s the first one I’ve ever held in my hand, but still. I loved how his skin was soft and how his head was softer. It doesn’t have a lot of veins, buy there are still a few visible ones. One vein, on the left side, pops out a little and I can feel it ever time I stroke him. The skins also the same color as his body and the heads a healthy pinkish color. I like the way it looks and like the way it feels even better.
Anyway, Lance was still thrusting his hips into my hand. He stopped doing it when I reached the head and alternated to do it when I was coming down the shaft. He started making constant moans as well. He was getting really into in and I could sense that he was approaching his climax.
His eyes were now shut tightly and his left hand was clutching a fistful of fabric from the couch. His mouth opened up and I could see that his teeth were clenched together. He was breathing air in through his mouth which was making a loud sucking noise. The final sign of an approaching orgasm was the tilt of the head. Lance threw his head back against the cushion and started breathing faster.
“Shit Jason! I’m going to cum soon!! Fuck that feels so good!” He was screaming now.
I increased my pace and applied some more pressure. I stopped in the middle of the stroke when I heard the door slam closed.
“Shit! Someone’s home!” Lance said.
“How close are you?”
“I’m practically there but you should stop. We don’t need to get caught doing this in your living room on your couch.” I smiled a mischievous smile. “No Jason, please don’t.”
I knew that by the time whoever was at the door came into the living room, Lance would of finished his orgasm by then. I didn’t want to make him wait a few hours for me to finish a simple hand job. Lance still had a steel rod in his pants. Nothing went down or got softer at all. He was just as hard before I stopped.
I didn’t have that much time to work Lance up from a slow to a fast pace. I started jacking him off real quickly, just in case. Lance let out a moan that was pretty loud and could probably be heard from the kitchen. I gave him a glare and mouthed the words “sorry”. He covered his mouth with his right hand so he wouldn’t let out anymore unexpected moans.
I kept up my pace until I felt his dick begin to spasm. I knew what was coming and quickly pulled it out before Lance could shoot any of his jizz onto my hand. Normally I would of just left it in there and licked it off, but I didn’t want that to happen incase someone walked in on us. I moved my hand to his bulge and rubbed it through his sweatpants. I heard a muffled moan escape his throat and felt his dick start to contract.
Lance was shooting his load into his briefs and sweatpants as I heard footsteps approaching the living room. I really had good timing.
“Aren’t you two sitting a little close?” It was my dad.
“I was cold and the blanket didn’t reach from Lance all the way to me. I moved closer to him so we could share the blanket.”
I knew Lance was still having his orgasm because his face was all contorted. He was trying to put on an act, but it wasn’t working that well. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Um, nothing?” I didn’t know what to say. “I just remembered how my teacher tripped over his chair today in class.” I was getting really good at lying.
My dad sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table before turning the TV on. Lance finally had his normal face back and mouthed the words “hate you” to me. I just smiled at him and laughed again.
* * *
As the show my dad was watching came to an end, the idea of telling him about my sexuality came to mind. I decided that I want to tell people about it and I figured the first person that I want to tell, would be my dad.
“Dad, can I talk to you?”
“Sure bud, what’s on your mind.”
“A lot actually. I’ve been thinking about it for quite some time now, and I want to tell you.”
“You don’t have to do this Jason. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” Lance stated.
“I know.” I said looking at the floor. “But I want to.”
Lance had a huge smile on his face and I could tell he was proud of me.
“Is something wrong, son?”
“Not necessarily wrong, to me. You might not feel the same way though.”
“You do know you can tell me anything. Right?”
“Yes, and this is why I am telling you.” I took a deep breath. It was all or nothing from this point on. “Dad. I’m gay.”
He didn’t say anything or do anything. He just sat there and blinked, staring at me. That really didn’t help me feel any better about the whole situation.
“I’m gay dad. I like guys. Especially Lance, I like him a lot.” His mouth opened a little. “We’re going out. We’ve been going out for a couple of months now.”
“Are you sure you’re gay?”
“What the fuck kind of question is that!” I was pissed. “Yeah I’m pretty sure I’m gay dad. If I wasn’t I sure as hell wouldn’t be here having this conversation with you right now!”
“You can’t be gay. I raised you myself Jason. There’s no possible way you’re gay.”
This just went from bad to worse. I was really hoping it wouldn’t turn out this way.
“Am I a disappointment to you now? Are you embarrassed that your son is gay? If that’s the case, I sure as hell don’t need to live here with some prick like you!”
“Maybe it be better for everyone if you did move out.” He said very quietly as he got up from the couch and walked away.
Lance got up from the couch and walked over to me and held me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He rested his head on top of mine and just held me.
“Is it bad I don’t feel anything? Because I don’t. I feel absolutely nothing right now.”
He didn’t answer. He just took my hand a led me towards my room.
* * *
After I got some clothes to last a few days, Lance and I left. He told me not to pack everything incase my dad changed his mind over the next few days. I still didn’t feel anything about the whole situation. I just wanted to be out of that house and away from my so called dad.
We really didn’t talk much on the way to Lance’s house. I just looked at the window at the falling snow flakes coming from the sky. They looked so delicate and fragile as they fell towards the ground. They were beautiful though. All white and pure with all their innocence still intact. But as they got closer to the street they started to lose their shape. They started to look like little blobs instead of a unique snowflake. Like it was losing its shape to fit into the rest of the snow that already fell to the ground. They sort of reminded me of myself. How I don’t want to be like the fallen snow that fits together, but like a falling snowflakes that’s unique and different in its own ways.
Anyway, when we got to Lance’s house, Lance told me to head up to his room and that he would soon be joining me. On my way up the stairs I heard Lance tell his dad about everything that happened. It made me jealous. Why was his dad so accepting of everything and my dad the complete opposite. It wasn’t fair.
Lance’s room wasn’t that warm or inviting. It sort of depressed me more because of all the black in it, but it smelt like him. It no longer seemed lonely or vacant, but welcoming. I dropped my bag by his bed and sat down looking at the wall. Lance walked in and sat down next to me putting his left hand on my right knee.
“There’s a guestroom right across the hallway from here. I’ll grab your bag.”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“Can I sleep in your bed, with you?”
“Yeah, that works too. I’m going to get ready for bed real quick, you know where everything is.”
I changed real quick into a pair of shorts and a plain white tee-shirt. I didn’t bother to brush my teeth or anything, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and be with Lance. His sheets were this deep red color and were soft to the touch. I’m pretty sure they’re silk. I took the left side of the bed and waited for Lance to come back.
He came out of the bathroom without a shirt on. He still has the perfect body he had when we first met that day in the pool. He didn’t have underwear on either. His pajama pants were the only thing he had on when he crawled over me into bed. I guess he liked to sleep nude and didn’t want to be completely naked today with me. He sat up against the headboard and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest like normally and let my arm lay over his body.
“How are you holding up Jason?”
“Why isn’t my dad like yours? Why can’t he be accepting of me like your dad is of you and me and us? Why can’t he love me?”.
I lost it. Everything hit me at once. I finally realized that my dad didn’t want me anymore because I was gay. He wasn’t proud of me or my choices. I was in hysterics when Lance’s protective instinct kicked in.
“I love you Jason.” He kissed my head. “Why do you need people in your life that don’t love you when you can have me?”
I don’t know if he thought that it was going to help me by saying that, but it only made me cry more. Lance truly cared about me and would do anything in his power to make me feel better.
“I really love you though Jason. It makes me hurt inside when I see you hurt inside. I just love you.” He really wasn’t helping. “Just let it all out. You’ll feel much better tomorrow.”
So that’s what I just did. I continued to cry and cry and cry as Lance held onto me resting his head on mine. I know he was trying to comfort me and try to make me feel better, but it wasn’t working. I just felt so alone even though I had Lance right by my side. He was so warm though and his skin against my skin was kind of making me feel better. I didn’t want him to leave me.
He didn’t. He stayed in that position until we fell asleep that night
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