“I just couldn’t believe it,” I started to hold him tighter, “beh, I just can’t.”
Eugene didn’t say anything. You know those moments when silence is better? Yeah, it made the mood better despite how much of a mess I was. Instead he just held me and ran his fingers through my hair. Although I was crying, I noticed it started to rain. I felt one drop. Then two, then two more. So, I motioned Eugene to start going into the car but he just held on tighter. He pushed my chin up with his fingers to look at me.
He kissed me and the rain began to pour.
That very moment, the heaviness of all my problems lifted. It wasn’t like any other kiss. It felt so pure that I felt like I could start to float. Even as we parted, the way he looked at me as he touched my face, I felt so much at bliss, “John, there’s nothing in this world that means more to me than you. Fuck, I can’t explain it, but you know I’m always here for you. We’ve been through so much and don’t let this stop you. Don’t let this bring you down. If your parents won’t continue loving you, I will.”
And again, I was left speechless and began to cry even harder. His words were sweet, but the hurt and pain quickly returned. It was bitter sweet. So happy he’s mine, yet so upset that I’m considered a “lost cause” to my parents. All I could do was hold onto him and not let go.
Earth and skies say what they may, I will love you all throughout my days.
Eugene shouldered me to the passenger seat, “Let’s go home.”
At this point, I cared more about us than how my parents felt. I didn’t care how selfish I was. I took his words into account that if my parents won’t continue to love me, I know he will. I slightly withdrew into my coat and looked at Eugene. I saw the hurt in his eyes too. I knew that he’s hurting because I was hurting. Times like these, I just want to apologize but words can’t come out. So, I looked out the window to watch the passing lights zoom by like fireflies. I wasn’t sure where we’re going. Wasn’t sure if we’re going back to Toronto or back to my house. It’s almost 10pm and driving back to Toronto would be such a strain on him to be driving all the way there. But my thoughts came too slowly that I drifted into sleep.
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I woke up to notice that I was still in the car. But we weren’t moving. I saw a Tim Horton’s and a Subway so I assumed that Eugene just went in to go to the wash room; however, to my surprise he was sleeping. He probably fell asleep playing games on his iPhone since he was holding his phone which was still blaring light, but… I took a closer look and it was just a picture of us when we first moved in together. I took the phone from his hand to look at it myself — the phone began to vibrate. It was a call from his sister. I turned to Eugene to see if he’d wake up from the monstrous vibration… guess not, “Hello?”
“Eugene? Eugene! It’s urgent,” she was in such distress.
“Wait, Kim. It’s John. What’s wrong?”
“Dude are you guys still in Ottawa? My mom just started demanding me to get a hold of Eugene not too long ago. We got a call from your mom, did something happen?”
I stayed silent. My heart dropped six-feet under. I couldn’t believe what just happened. The audacity… the disrespect, “I’ll tell you when we get back home. We’re on our way back because… yeah something did happen.”
“Oh… oh shit,” she knew.
I hung up without saying another word. I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Took out a cigarette and lit it, “FUCK!” Seriously, what the fuck? First I didn’t expect my mom to be rejecting, and now I didn’t expect her to spread the news like an epidemic. I wonder who else knows now?!
“Ma! You’ve hurt me already. What I supposedly did to you doesn’t hurt you as much as you’re hurting me right now,” I bellowed. I didn’t care who else saw or heard me. I took another hit from my cigarette and felt the light-headedness moments after. I drunkly fell back to lean onto my car, and almost broke into tears once again. But I didn’t. I was so angry that I wanted to throw a baby from the top of the C.N. Tower.
I went back into the car and instantly noticed Eugene looking at his phone, “Oh… my bad. Did I wake you?”
“No, my sister called again. She told me she spoke to you not too long ago.”
“Yeah…”
“Let’s go. I’m starting to get annoyed myself. Let’s get through this and move on. It’s not really our problem anymore, our parents are taking this way out of proportion.”
I couldn’t help but withdraw again. I watched him angrily pull out from the parking lot and lead footed his way onto the road. I felt blood rush to my head despite that I was sitting up.
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The rest of the ride was silent. Besides small talk on how we’re going to approach this one. Instead of Eugene confessing to his parents himself, it had to be my mom to be the bearer of such “great” news. It wasn’t too long now until we neared our apartment. It’s was almost 3am, “Babe, can you call my sister and see if she’s still awake?”
“Sure,” I tapped Kim’s name to begin calling and it wasn’t long until she answered, “hey, Kim. We’re back in Toronto.”
“My parents are expecting you guys to come. Like, right now.”
“… really? We just got to our apartment, though.”
Eugene just took the phone from me and continued the conversation from there, “What do they want?”
“I don’t know. They just want you here. It’s so late, I’ll just tell them you’ll come tomorrow. I don’t want to put up with them for random shit right now.”
“Or you can give the phone to them and I’ll just talk to them.”
I was sitting in suspense. It’s like watching a movie scene before my eyes.
“We’re coming over tomorrow afternoon it’s late so be ready by 12 okay bye,” he ran his entire sentence.
“Er…”
“Don’t worry about it for now, John. We need sleep and they can wait for tomorrow. Your health is more important right now and you’ve been through a lot this whole night. Just get some rest. Fuck them,” he took my hand, “Your safety and well-being is my priority right now.”
That comment pierced right through me. I felt like I don’t give him enough credit for anything. Wow… everything’s so overwhelming I could barely handle it.
We got our room and I threw my jeans off to throw on another pair of Eugene’s sweats and found a pullover lying on the bed and threw that on too and collapsed on the bed. I didn’t say a word walking up to our suite because of how tense and nervous I was. Not only was my relationship between myself and my parents torn, but Eugene’s as well. I withdrew completely. I laid on the bed not acknowledging Eugene at all. I curled into a ball and turned my back to him. I felt so worthless. What he’s done for me is nothing compared to what I’ve done for him. I felt like I didn’t deserve him.
“Babe, you okay?” Eugene tried to grab me from behind but I groaned to hint him to stop. I really don’t know what has gotten into me… I literally felt like a piece of shit, “John…”
He perpetually tried to hold me but I began to fight back. I don’t think he noticed, but I started to cry. I cried because I felt like I wasn’t worth fighting for. We were at the point where we wrestled. I took the opportunity to grab his wrists and forcefully push them away from me, but he wouldn’t stop, “Eugene, please stop. Stop… please…”
As much as I tried to fight away he never gave up trying until we both got tired, he started to poetically speech his feelings, “John. I don’t know why you’re so upset. And I don’t know why you’re pushing me away. I can’t stress it enough how much I love you. And how much you mean to me,” I sensed that he started to cry also, “I’ve never tried so hard in my life for someone. Never. I always remind you that I’m here and that I’ll always be. Even if I’m not next to you, I’m just a call away. Please, John. Let me hold you. Tell me that you’re not giving up because of all of this…”
I turned around leaned on him. We both laid in that position, crying, “I just… I just felt like I didn’t deserve you. But the thing is, I can’t let you go.”
The situation is quite daunting, but after having such an emotional and physical conversation, everything just fell back into place again. Although it’s missing a few pieces, but right there and then, I looked forward to putting them back together.
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I looked at the time, and it was almost 11:15am. I jumped up and threw on what I found lying on the floor of our bedroom: a pair of Eugene’s washed-out black sweats and my white v-neck. Such deja-vu.
“Beh, get up,” I gently sat by his side of the bed and pulled over the sheets, “the fuck? Eugene where are you?”
“Right here, idiot.” He came out from the wash room fresh out of the shower, “Go get ready, we’ll grab McDicks on the way. Don’t think my parents will offer us lunch anyway.”
I freshened up and we got on our way. Breakfast was done at McDonald’s so I just got myself a Big Mac meal, but Eugene on the other hand ordered six Jr. Chickens. Anyway, it was rather nerve-racking because they want me to be there. What are they going to say to me? What are they going to do? They didn’t sound too pleased. I gripped onto my knees like I was about to go on a steep slope on the Behemoth, “Hey, John. Just let me deal with it.”
We got to Eugene’s house and again, deja-vu. It was like it was back at my house and the walk up the front doorway felt like forever. And standing on that porch with our hands together behind us while we waited soon after ringing the doorbell. This time, I said it, “I’ll be here for you no matter what.”
[To be continued?]
I looked at the time, and it was almost 4:15pm. I jumped off my couch and threw on what I found lying on the floor of our bedroom: a pair of Eugene’s washed-out black sweats and my white v-neck. Quite frankly I was in such a rush that I forgot what I was rushing for; the moment I caught myself standing in the mirror, I took some time to adore my figure. Carefully adjusting the v-cut of my shirt to show off my collar bones — oh shit, it’s 4:20pm.
Surprisingly the 401 wasn’t jammed with traffic, otherwise taking the next exit would’ve had me on the road for about an unnecessary 30 minutes. I got to Eugene’s office just on time and waved to the secretary as per usual. I’ve seen her almost everyday picking Eugene up from work yet I have no idea what her name is… perhaps I should ask.
I walked towards the waiting room and noticed a girl sitting in the waiting room. I assumed she was waiting for someone because she didn’t look like she had any problems, unless Eugene is dealing with kids who have ADD now. She watched me as I sat a chair away from her, but I pretended like I didn’t notice. ADD or no ADD, she definitely didn’t have any mental issues. She looked perfectly fine and in her own world, “So, are you the last patient?”
“Yeah, but I’m really here just to have a one-on-one with Dr. Diwa,” she grinned, “he’s just irresistibly attractive.”
I gave her a peculiar look, but smirked moments after, “I agree. He’s gorgeous.”
Following my comment, she returned the look I gave her, “Oh… so you’re here to see him too?”
“Yeah, I’ve been seeing him for a while now.”
“Oh my gosh, me too! I insisted for my mom to sign me up to his daily counselling so that I have an excuse to come see him every day after school.”
I was heavily intrigued, yet I was surprisingly jealous so I decided to play around, “I think you have a chance with him. You have such a cute charm.”
Her eyes glistened, “Really?—”
Eugene opened the door to dismiss his previous patient and what the funny thing is, this bop of a girl immediately went silent. I played it off all nonchalant and waved to him while watching this bitch walk into his office.
I literally wanted to go up to the door and plant my ear to listen to the conversation, however it didn’t take long until she came out of the room. She had her head down and gave me a glare as she walked out. I couldn’t help myself but snicker and laugh behind my mouth. I’m such a dick. Although I felt bad, but that’s what she gets for going someone much older than she is and someone who is my man.
“So what exactly did you say to her, babe?” Eugene smirked as he crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.
I bowed my head in embarrassment, still snickering, “Just told her she had a chance with you and that she should ask you out because she’s cute.”
“You’re a dick.”
“She deserves the heartbreak anyway,” the secretary budded in, “now she has a reason to come here now that she’s a depressed little bitch.”
“Agnes!” — So that’s her name.
“Whatever, you two make a great couple,” she shrugged and continued whatever she was doing on the computer. Probably just Facebook or something.
“You can go home early, Agnes. I’m done for today.”
I started to walk towards the exit, but Eugene managed to catch my hand and held it, “Want me to drive? After all, your lazy ass can’t stay on the road for more than an hour and the drive back to Ottawa is 5 hours.”
“Oh fuck off,” I scoffed, “if you insisted then beh, go ahead. I am feeling a little lazy right now anyway.”
“Don’t tell me you were up all night playing League of Legends again… I swear you crept into bed at like 6am right before I woke.”
I hesitated, “Mm… yeah.”
“You dork. Kay, get in the car and we’ll start busting this mission.”
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“Babe,” I felt nudges on my arm, “babe!”
I was a bit dreary, so I ignored him thinking that we’re at a pit stop and I assumed he wanted to ask me if I wanted something from the Quickie or Tim Hortons or whatever there was, “Hnnnnnng…”
“John! Which house was it again?”
“The first beige house to the right with uneven bricks surrounding an evergreen when you turn in on the left.”
That’s how I remembered my house. Ever since sixth grade, my parents didn’t bother to fix the bricks, or even cut down the damn tree. Every time someone would ask which house it would be, that would be the same description, “Beh, you just missed it.”
I sensed that he looked at me, “You have your eyes closed…”
I honestly don’t know how I knew, but the feeling of driving by down too many houses gave me a slight idea. I opened my eyes and told him to just go back.
“Oh there it is.”
As we parked in the driveway, there was a certain tension filling the space in the car. Well, I was getting a little tense myself, knowing that I’m coming out to my parents with Eugene at the age of 24. I’m not too sure if they ever had an idea, but it makes my stomach turn. Scenarios began playing through my head that if I told my mother right before we enter the door, she might drop dead in an instant. It’s been four years since I moved to Toronto, and I barely kept in touch with them.
“Babe, you don’t have to tell right now,” oh my God, it’s like he read my mind, “just let it be until you feel ready. We could always wait next year.”
“No, I’m confident this time.”
“You look whiter than my cum right now,” he snickered. Although, I did feel a little light headed.
We finally walked to the front door and stood there for a few moments before ringing the doorbell. I took a few deep breaths but before I could press the button I felt Eugene’s shoulder magnet to mine and our hands linked behind us, “I’ll be here for you no matter what.”
I rang the doorbell. The wait felt like an eternity. I stood there anxious and jittery.
The door opened, “Hi!”
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I’ve never seen my mom so happy in my life. It felt like I came back from fighting a war or something. My mom jumped out from the door and hugged me; I was a bit disheartened parting my hand from Eugene’s to return the hug, but hey, it is my mom.
“You haven’t changed at all. You still look like you’re 15. I expected you to change,” she patted my shoulders. I watched her in awe because of that smile and euphoric vibe, “And Eugene! Still guapo as ever eh?”
I turned to watch him being welcomed by my mom but almost panicked because I thought his suit was pinstriped. She hates pinstripes. My mom would think he has bad taste in clothing… but thankfully he wasn’t, “Ma…”
“I know, I know. Okay come in!”
It felt so nostalgic walking in the foyer and sitting on the leather couches. Our hands linked behind us once again and my mom continued her cute and ditzy interview, “So Eugene (Okay, my mom is super Filipino, so her saying ‘Eugene’ is pretty much pronounced as ‘Yujin’), how are you? Are you working now?”
“Uh… I’m good! Yes, I work as a psychologist for teenagers who are depressed…”
I zoned out as he explained his life story to my mom but my attention was caught when my little sister walked into the living room and mouthed, “AY YO BASI BOI!” She continued to mock me and pointed at Eugene and I and banged her hands to refer as having sex. I motioned her to leave.
My mom turned around and my sister instantly stopped what she was doing, “Oh Leeanne, why aren’t you sleeping? You have a test tomorrow!”
“I just wanted to say hi, jeez.”
“Oh yeah! Your dad is already sleeping. Ay Dios, it’s late. Sorry I just got excited to see you both. I’ll bring the air-bed here, Eugene.”
“Uh ma, it’s fine. We’ll share my bed,” we’ve been sharing the same bed for so long, I had to say it. Not used to it at all.
“Are you sure? The bed seems small.”
“Yeah it’s fine,” I mundanely responded.
“Is that okay with you Eugene?”
He nodded and I just motioned him to come upstairs so that I can get comfortable.
“Ay, remember we’re going out for dinner tomorrow for your birthday. Dress well. You look like you dress like you’re going to the ukay-ukay to get more cheap clothes.”
I scoffed and walked upstairs with our duffel bags. I looked up to see the skylight and everything else on the second floor; nothing’s changed here in four years except the pictures of my sister. Her graduation photos from sixth grade were replaced with her new 12th grade graduation photos. I got to my room, and switched the light on and saw my “memory wall”. I think my sister added a few things, but it was nice to see that it was still there. I fell onto my bed and got myself comfortable. I watched Eugene close the door and he climbed on-top of me to land a small kiss, “That wasn’t so bad. And what was it that your sister was saying to you earlier?”
“Ugh, that felt excruciatingly long. It’s only been 10 minutes since we’ve walked in and I feel like we need to leave. And don’t ask. She’s just being dumb. I should change.”
I went to my duffel bag which had both our clothing in, so I threw him his pair of shorts and shirt so that he could get out of his classy-ass clothing.
My sister just barges in, “So,” she started her interrogation as she closed the door behind her, “you guys rushed here just so you guys can bang, huh? Huh?!”
Eugene starts laughing, “Why yes we did, wanna watch?”
He pressed me onto my bed but I managed to shove him off, “Beh! And what the hell you stupid slew! Why don’t you knock first?”
“Bitch please. Your dutty rass didn’t lock the door. I’m just kidding, John. Stop being such a waste youth. I just missed you that’s all.”
“John, I think I should leave you for your sister,” Eugene continues to laugh.
“Rude. Whatever, you can have her. She’s a waste cattie, that’s what she is.”
He lunges in and kisses me, “Babe, you know I’m kidding.”
“Dry. I thought you were serious,” my sister stood there in awe.
“Are you dumb? Can you please leave now?”
“Fine, just don’t make too much noise. Here, I’ll lock the door for you two.”
At least she had the courtesy to lock it so I didn’t have to get up and do it myself, “Ugh, thank God.”
“I love her. Too bad she didn’t stay to watch us have sex.”
“Fuck that, I’m going to sleep. Aren’t you tired,” I asked as I covered the both of us under the blanket.
“Yeah. Oh, let me turn the light off,” he swiftly goes to the switch and jumped back into the bed and hugs me, “So when are you planning on telling them?”
I sighed, “Perhaps during dinner. Yeah, I’ll say it over dinner. Anyway good night beh. I love you.”
“I love you too, John,” Eugene lands another kiss, “and I’m too lazy to wait until 12, so that means no birthday blow job. Happy birthday.”
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We pretty much lounged in my house all day until dinner. Well we had sex since we were home alone, of course. I challenged him to playing the Wii, and to my surprise he kicks my ass. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. He kicks my ass at everything. It’s my birthday… he should have been easy or something to make me feel better about myself, “You’re such a bitch. Oh my God.”
“It’s not my fault you suck,” he snickers, “Okay one more time, I’ll let you win.”
“No! Never mind, I’m done with this, you bitch. Ugh!”
He started to laugh even more, but we were interrupted when my dad and sister came home. Oh God, you know how dad’s make corny or awkward jokes? Yeah…
“Oh John! Hi Eugene,” my dad walked down the stairs to our sunken living room and greeted the both of us, “Where are you girlfriends? Or are you two dating? Ahahaha! Just kidding.”
I heard my sister burst out into laughter from the dining room, “BAZINGA!”
I literally just face-palmed right there and then but managed to change the subject, “Where are we eating?”
“All you can eat. It’s on Eugene. AHAHA! Just kidding again,” he starts walking off, “get ready, we’re leaving soon.”
I could tell Eugene felt really awkward and he even laughed awkwardly after my dad’s “jokes”. Man, I’m already tensing up.
I decided that we’d drive in separate cars so that I don’t have to go through anymore jokes or my mom’s interviews and my sister’s bullshit. Eugene and I got to the place early since my dad was picking up my mom from work on the way. But they arrived soon after we did anyway.
We were placed in the same booth we were at the last time I had all you can eat sushi with my family. Is everything settling in? Is this supposed to happen? Na, it’s just coincidence. Happens all the time, I’m just psyching myself out. Thankfully Eugene and I sat across from my parents so that they wouldn’t see me grip onto his hand like a pregnant woman going through labour. I was quiet the entire time. Everyone else was in a conversation. My dad and mom ordering everything from the menu and my sister and Eugene talking shit about me.
“So, John,” my mom started her interview again, “I remember you telling me that you went back to school, for what again?”
“Photography.”
“I thought you said pornography for a second,” my sister said as she stuffed a roll in her mouth.
“Ay sus, Leeanne. Oh, okay. You know the income for that career is very difficult,” I felt the disappointment in her voice which made this ten times harder for me.
“I know. I have something imp—”
“Hoy, Leeanne, did you want scallops?” My dad interrupted and my grip became tighter.
I lost confidence just from that interference. But I was slightly comforted when I felt his thumb rub my hand to let me know it’s okay. Then I remembered him saying that he’ll be there for me no matter what.
“What were you going to say?” My mom asked, “Wait, before that, happy 24th birthday! You’re almost halfway to 50!”
Happy birthday! Everyone greeted as we toasted our tea. I’m still nervous as fuck, though.
“Uh, yeah I have something I wanted to tell you guys,” I felt like I was about to break Eugene’s hand and mumbled, “I’m gay. And Eugene’s my boyfriend.”
“Ha?” My mom sincerely asked, “speak louder, John. I’m old.”
I literally stared down at the food and thought to myself whether it’s a good idea to say it or not. I don’t want to bring Eugene on this potential emotional roller-coaster and make his days blue just because I’m going through a hard time. But I said I would say it. And I technically said it already. I just can’t change my mind now. Besides, my mom is understanding. I know her. She’s a sweetheart. A great mother. I’m her son, her only son. She would never abandon me, “Ma, I’m gay.”
I noticed everyone’s eyes widen, that’s when I knew it was going downhill, “…and Eugene’s my boyfriend.”
What was really five minutes felt like I was having a thousand year dinner. The silence was killing me. I wanted either of them to say something, thankfully my sister knew how ominous the vibe was, “Oh, congratulations! I hope you two are doing well.”
My mom looked at her. As a waitress came by, she asked her to bring her the most expensive wine. I had a few hopes that it was to congratulate the both of us, but it was still silent. She didn’t say anything to me. She filled up her glass and downed it like it was water. My heart slowly started to sink, and I wanted to cry.
The only woman I loved the most was the one to tear me in half. My mom asked for the bill, but decided to drop 150 on the table before the bill even arrived, “I’m going to wait in the car.”
I watched her walk away, heartbroken. She walked by the waitress holding the bill without saying a word. My dad looked at me with eyes that showed immense sorrow, “You’re… I hope you’re joking.”
He waited for me to say something. Something that he wanted to hear, but I shook my head and, he too, walked away. I looked at my sister and she motioned for us to get going. I felt her sympathy and I was thankful, but it wasn’t enough for me to get over it now. I stood up and turned to Eugene to notice that he also had a shocked expression, “Let’s go beh. We’re going home.”
We left the restaurant with absolutely no word of goodbye except maybe from my sister, but that was it. I lit up a cigarette and slowly walked to my car. I felt so cold and hurt that I barely felt Eugene holding me this entire time, “Babe, I’m still here.”
I spoke under my breath, “I know. Thank you,” I started to break down that I just dropped my newly lit cigarette and cried into his arms, “I can’t believe it…”
[To be continued]
LMAO K, we’re having some intense talks about zombies in the car or something and then like right when we got to my house, I thought I noticed a cat or some animal walking in front of his car and I swear I felt like we ran over something and heard an impact. But then we went to look back to find the road kill, and it wasn’t there! I fucking tripped out. Then I freaked Curtis out. LOOOOOOOOOL
Mind you, I haven’t slept in 24 hours. And I think I just hallucinated. :|
//Fanfic I made for @koaorquia from a while back. “Tonight,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to be successful and hook up with a guy.” I walked down Kuhio street only to see a bunch of faggoty drags and ugly, desperate men entering Fusion. I was surprised to see so many guys at this time — after all it’s only 10:30pm. I also couldn’t believe that I was going to a gay club by myself: a small, young Asian guy only 18 years old with a fake ID. I had second thoughts about my decision going into one of Hawaii’s gay clubs alone. But as I got closer, I just didn’t give a fuck about anything since I’m going in by myself and I have no reason to wait and contemplate, so I went in line without hesitation. “Wow, you look like you’re 15. Piece of ID please,” the bouncer was such a dick. I gave him my ID and he scoffed and handed it back to me and responded with such sarcasm that he basically implied that I was just some slut who just came for sex, “Enjoy your night, Travis Nguyen.” He definitely saw right through me, though… I did come for boys. The club was already blasting the top 40 mixed with some cheesy house beat. I wanted to vomit because of the redundancy. I looked around and the dance floor was already packed with smut-ass dancers and drunk drags. All of this disgusted me and gave me some sort of regret for coming. Looking around once more in hopes to catch someone attractive, I spotted one: the bartender. Despite that I didn’t have my glasses, he sure looked pretty appetizing. I bit my lip and quickly walked through the crowd of people, but the moment I arrived, my eyes widened, “Aaron?!” My night was not going well at all. So, the cute bartender had to be my ex-boyfriend. He looked at me and pretended like we had no history, “Hey, John! Whatchu want?” This gave me some sort of relief and eliminated some awkwardness, “Oh, just a triple vodka 7. This club is just full of ugly guys. How do you manage to serve without having to gag? Ugh!” “Can you handle such a large drink?” His eyes looked up at me as he poured the vodka and Sprite into the glass. “I don’t give a fuck. I came here alone, and my initial plan was to slut things up a bit. But that’s not going to happen. Quite unhappy,” I started to chug on the vodka 7 moments after he placed it in front of me. “Really? If he comes then I guess my night isn’t so shitty after all,” I slid the cup back to Aaron, “Nigguh, one more.” Right before Aaron said anything, a guy sat right next to me. Aaron presented a stare and judging the fact that I’ve dated him for a year, I could still read his mind. He was talking about him. I stared at the gorgeous stranger in complete awe. “Two Porn Stars, bra,” he chinned Aaron. I could tell he doesn’t speak in a moke accent as often as the locals here on Oa’hu do. “Two? For yourself, Koa?” Aaron looked at him awkwardly. “Yeah, for this boy right here.” I was in shock. It was sweet, but at the same time a bit abrupt. He didn’t even introduce himself. Then again, I could care less because his demeanor was quite august and that the alcohol from chugging that cocktail hit me sooner than I expected. Aaron had this dumbstruck look on his face; the same face he had when I broke up with him. He made the drink regardless without any question and left the bar. I sort of felt a bit discouraged to talk to “Koa”, now that Aaron looked a bit hurt and that this man is a complete stranger who just bought me a drink. “Um, so I overheard your conversation about slutting yourself out. You’re using your attractiveness to an advantage. But it’s such a waste. I’m Koa,” he presented his hand in front of me, but I was a bit hesitant to shake it; however, I did it for the sake of courtesy, “You?” “John. So… I suppose I should thank you for the drink,” I began to sip the dark-colored liquid. Jesus, my head was feeling like a bowling ball. Honestly, if I wasn’t this careful, my head would’ve bombed straight into this guy’s crotch. “Don’t worry about it now. You owe me a drink next time. Finish up, cutie! I want to share my favorite spot on the dance floor,” he urged me to chug, and so I did. I wanted to sit for a bit, but he took my arm and pulled me into the crowd of sweaty men. I wanted to just puke on every one of them. The horribly dressed drag bitches, and the dirty-ass men. Like, what the fuck? It was quite overwhelming to handle the stench and the murky aura that these people gave off. I felt relief after being pulled onto a platform that had a fluorescent light illuminating from below and bars that resembled a balcony. Disregarding the disgusting environment, the view from just two feet above was pretty enticing. The strobe lights flickering and the silhouettes of dancing homos. I don’t know if I was just really drunk to notice, but my body began to move with the beat. I raised my hands in the air, dancing like everyone else (fist pumping with my head down, whipping my hair back and forth), and that’s when I realized: Koa’s hands were on my waste, his frontal area up against my rear, and his face nuzzling onto my neck. Success, John. Success! I grinned and instead of continuing to dance with the beat, I grind my ass against him. Eventually he began to grind with me. I still felt his mouth nibbling on my neck and trapezius that I felt my pants tighten as my erection grew larger. I was already too drunk to care that we’re on a platform that everyone else could see us. My hands lingered behind me to feel his warm body. I travelled lower and lower, from feeling his abs behind his shirt to his hiding boner. If I had no decency, I would’ve given him the permit to fuck me on that platform. He turned this time to grind the both of our fronts together. Likewise, one thing lead to another. Our foreheads touched and we danced and stared at each other, grinding to our own beat. His arms wrapped around my body and pulled me closer resulting in contact between our lips. We kept the kiss for quite a while, enjoying each other’s subtle moans. He pulled back, but I tried to keep it going, but, “Let’s bring this to the back room.” I looked at him, dazed, and smirked deviously. The thoughts and images running through my mind were such a beautiful disaster, that I giggled aloud. Koa looked back at me grinning also like he knew what I was thinking. I occasionally stumbled down the hallway because I was in such a hurry for us to continue where we had left off. It was only soon until we got to the room. “Screw the teases, John. The feel of your body under your clothes are already too much for me to handle,” he did this while aggressively taking off my shirt. His voice was so lustful that my erection was harder than it has ever been. The tent on my pants were so visible that I had to make haste to undress the both of us. “Likewise, Koa, likewise,” my back was pushed onto the wall moments after I had my last breath. I felt him struggle taking my shirt off, but I had ease removing his. I cherished his chest and slowly ran my hands down his body and he irked a small sigh. I felt an adrenaline rush through me that I switched places. I cherished him once more, lowering myself down to his crotch. I slowly unzipped his pants, but swiftly dug in only to find his throbbing member. Teasingly, I pulled his pants and boxers down and took his penis into my hand. Slowly, jerking him off, I noticed leaks of his precum dripping from the tip of his head. Hearing his moans, I couldn’t even tease him because of such a desire to just take him all. I began to suck on his erection, only using my mouth and the movement of my head. I was very turned-on at this point. The dim lighting and the muffled music made this much more enjoyable. He grabbed my hair and began thrusting furiously, picking up speed every second. I started to gag but I was reluctant to pull back because of the feeling of ecstasy arousing my body and mind. Moaning with large “aughs” and “ahs”, I felt him get weaker as he bent his knees. I finally relented the blow job and swiftly got up to his level. We took no time to take a break and began to make-out. I felt like I was being dominated for the first time as his tongue entered deeply into my mouth, pressing my own tongue down like a discplined dog. Before I knew it, my pants reached the floor. From my mouth, he trailed down to my right nipple to nibble and teased my left causing me to moan and tremble. My back was on the wall once more and he travelled lower to discover my penis waiting in front of him. I looked down to watch Koa as he didn’t hesitate to take me in all at once. The warmth of his mouth forced me to yell his name and gently thrust as I felt my climax come closer and closer. The feel of his fingers pushing inside of me deluded me in complete arousal. “Koa, I’m about cum,” He didn’t stop. I felt the rush of my seed shoot into his mouth and yet he continued to suck on my head which was already sensitive with to begin. I convulsed as he tightened his lips around it causing my orgasm to feel much longer. He didn’t say a word, and again with haste, picked me up and had me wrap my arms and legs around him. “I’m not letting you slut things up, John. If you want, I’ll go as many rounds as you need to,” he pushed right into my hole and I felt an adrenaline once more. We both didn’t take our time at all. His thrusts were fast and harsh that my back banged onto the wall with the rhythm. Lunging towards each other, our lips met once more and fought for dominance. I felt him push in one more time before pulling out and feeling wet. “…I think I could go for another round,” I said under my breath and kissing Koa one more time. “You owe me a drink.”
“Odd. You came alone? To slut yourself? My, you’re a somebody. There is one cute guy though, I’m not going to lie. He comes every Friday.”
For @iskeetedon
David and I planned a picnic today — just the two of us, so that we could catch up on a few things. It was awkward at first, but our conversations gradually became more interesting and the awkwardness eventually diminished. It grew to the point where we continually made fun of each other that sometimes we threw food at each other’s faces. Though, there was one thing that David shouldn’t have thrown at me, because it pissed me off: my beautiful rainbow cupcakes. I made those with so much love and care that eating one would turn you into a fucking unicorn. But guess what?! He decides to throw them!
This fucker. This motherfucker. I stood there speechless, not giving a fuck if there was icing all over my face. I think he finally took note that I was mad and he came up to me and wiped the icing from my face using his thumb, licking it off afterwards. It was awkward again. About 10 minutes so far, and I still haven’t said a word. He kept giggling and trying to convince me that he’s sorry.
“Hey, John. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“…”
I’m sitting there on the picnic mat like the little, stubborn bitch I am waiting for him to just stop, but before I could say anything, he pulls the mat from under causing me to fall back onto the grass. The fuck? I got even more upset so I laid there motionless.
“The fuck is your problem? Fuck off,” I snarled.
I noticed his silhouette block the sun, so I told him to get the fuck out of my way. Instead he decides to lay on me.
Caught by surprise, he’s laying on top — still trying to tell me I’m sorry. I looked at him only to see him staring at me with his puppy eyes.
“No.”
David pouted. I snickered because I thought it was the cutest thing ever. He let out a sigh of relief, but still stayed on top of me. I was beginning to get uncomfortable so I tried to motion him off, but he stubbornly placed himself. Moments after that I finally realized his hands were going up my shirt. Staring at me. Talking to me through his eyes, hinting me to stay where I am.
It was only moments after that he lunged forward to kiss me.
We then had wonderful sex at the park.
The end.
Much love David Thai. I promise I’ll write a better story when I have time. <3
We’re on our 9th shot of Greygoose now and despite that I’m already drunk, I can still notice that the both of us can’t take anymore.
“Bro let’s go back to the hotel. I still have a two-six and we won’t get booked for yakking,” I stumbled across my words.
“I’m down. But yo, could you stand up? I’m ight stills. I got you if you’re trippin.”
I stood up and tried to walk but Parkin resulted in catching me. I couldn’t say anything more since I basically concentrated on walking and keeping myself up. The warmth of being held under his arm was soothing and relaxed me. The silence between the both of us was actually quite nice.
We walked out of the bar only to slowly distance ourselves from the ruckus. Still stumbling, I managed to say something, but it was abnormal, “Yo I’m horny as fuck.”
He kept walking. I suppose he had nothing to say to such comment since… it definitely was random and out of line.
“Joe, you remember I have a laptop. I’ll just drink up and whatever while you fap or something.”
We both snickered as we walked into the foyer of the Sheraton hotel. I had the strength and energy to hold myself up this time. But what distracted me was my boner. Entering the elevator, I watched Parkin press the button for the 12th floor and stood there preparing for a long wait.
Suspense and impatience.
I began to hold my groin and I noticed at the corner of my eye, Parkin staring at me. I couldn’t tell what kind of look, I was just into my crotch and hoping to just jizz the moment I get to the room.
“Word. You really want to gawk on your dick bro. S’ok! I was watching porn before we left so it’s probably still there when you open my laptop.”
Only biting my lip and looking up at the LCD screen waiting for “12” to show up and bing for the door to open. Moments felt like years but once that door opened, I swiftly walked out and opened the room to sit in front of the laptop to finally fap.
However, at this point I didn’t even care about switching the laptop on to watch porn. I unzipped my pants and shifted my boxers off and started to stroke. I moaned and groaned only to remember that Parkin is in the same room only a few feet away sipping on some Bacardi. I turned over and noticed him shirtless, drinking, but at the same time watching…
—-ehehe TBC.
Here you go, faggots. Slash fanfic of you know whom (If you just want the sex part, it’s at the end — JASON DON’T KILL ME LMFAO):
I waited for Jason on the corner of Yonge and Bloor street for about 20 minutes so far. It’s 10pm right now and I just wanted to go home from dance rehearsal, but he was beginning to annoy me with his tardiness. God, I thought of walking home in this shit weather than wait another hour — my phone rang.
“Hey, I’m caught in traffic, but I’m about 5 minutes away. This mandem fucked up and fell off his cycle. Bitch deserves to be ran over anyway. He tail-gated me on the highway.”
“Nigguh, just get your ass here.”
Thankfully he actually came on time like he said and waited for me on the other side of the cross-walk, but as I walked towards the car, I jumped back onto the curb only to be splashed by a puddle because of a zooming bus. I stood there in complete shock and annoyance. I forcefully opened the car door and sat myself and emitted a big ugh!
“Fuck,” I turned to Jason, only to find a snickering look, “—what the hell! That’s not funny. Bitch.”
“Babe, we’re going home anyway. Suck it up, princess.”
Despite his witty comments, he managed to kiss me which made me feel much better. The silence of our trip back home was actually relaxing. The song Stereo Love by Edward Maya playing in the background made me adore the night life much more; street lights streaming by like fireflies. I turned back to Jason and adored him also, but he didn’t notice my gaze. I didn’t realize that the right side of his profile was my favourite side. I began to fall asleep as I watched him concentrate on the road.
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“Babe…babe…” I felt my shoulder being moved back and forth, “…John we’re home!”
“Hhngg,” I swatted his arm away.
“Okay, you can sleep in the car alone. I’ll leave you for COD for the night.”
The imagery to that comment startled me. Call me crazy, but I thought of him actually going into that house and playing COD naked. While I’m stuck here in the car all miserable and forever alone, “No. ‘Kay, I’m awake.”
I sensed the grin travel across his face as I trailed behind him and my only reaction to that was to simply scoff. As we both stopped in front of the door, I hugged him from behind, poking my head out from the left side of him to peek at his hands insert the keys. He has really nice hands, mind you. And he smelt nice.
We got into the house, but I swiftly took off my shoes and dashed upstairs into the bathroom, “Ew, I’m so sweaty… and dirty… and fuck I hated today!” I closed the door, and looked at myself in the mirror. I gave myself a look of disgust at how I presented myself to my boyfriend who looks flawless all the time. I took off my clothes, and looked at myself again, “God damn it! I need to get back to the gym…” I shook my head one last time and jumped in the shower.
Halfway throughout my shower, I sensed a presence enter the bathroom. I was applying shampoo, but I couldn’t open my eyes otherwise I’d suffer from the burning sensation of Head and Shoulders hurting my visual organs, “Babe?”
“…” I felt the person’s presence get closer.
“Nigguh, this isn’t funny. Talk to me!” I felt the shower curtains shift to the side making me twitch and let out a small gasp.
“Aha! Aww, you’re so cute.”
“Get the fuck out. You scared me,” I disregarded his presence and continued with my shower. I felt him go into the tub, but before I could open my eyes, he kissed me.
I was caught off-guard but I liked it. He pulled me in closer, which made me realize he was naked too. We continued to make-out as we showered under the steaming water, but as I started to grind, he stopped me.
“Aw, babe is horny,” laughing as he pointed at my erection, “Frustrated?”
“What if I am?”
“Let me shower first, noob.”
He reached for the shampoo and that made me deviate an idea. I watched him lather the shampoo on his hair, and as he closed his eyes, my eyes travelled and appreciated his muscular chest and his well-defined abs. I was about to touch, but I guess he knew that I was watching him the entire time, “Are you done yet?”
“Fuck you. No, I’m not done. Look,” I poked him with my still erect penis. And to get him back, I gave him a shampoo faux hawk.
“That was gross John. And what’d you do to my hair?” Instead of responding, I pulled him closer to the shower head and hugged him. I cuddled into his chest as I felt the water come down onto the both of us. The aroma of the shampoo made this moment even better. I liked how each silent moment felt so sentimental.
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We both finished our shower, and I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t get shower sex. But that’s okay. I was pretty exhausted. I went to our bed but I felt hands place themselves on my chest. Those hands pulled the towel hanging from my waste which pulled me in closer that I fit right into Jason’s grasp like we were blocks from Lego.
“You’re not the only frustrated one,” he began to gently bite on my neck. I said nothing but urged him to go onto the bed.
I elegantly sat myself onto the bedside but slowly lowered my back as I watched his towel fall onto the floor. He hovered over me that it blocked the light from behind us only to make him into a silhouette. Our lips met and that’s where everything began. I finally started to grind against him and I felt him, this time, co-operate. I swooned as I heard him moan while our tongue’s fought. It aroused me more and more for every moan that I heard. I felt the both of us getting slightly wet from our arousal that it made me want to work much harder tonight, despite my fatigue.
We turned over, and this time, I was on top. We both looked at each other with our bedroom eyes, not saying a single word, because we both knew what each other wanted. He motioned me to move faster, but I refused and took my time travelling down to his pelvic area. I took hold of his penis and licked it from the bottom of his shaft to the tip of his head. I did this several times and I noticed that he was getting quite anxious. I watched him in amusement because “ride me now” was written all over his face. This time, I allowed my hand to do some work. Starting slowly but going faster and faster to catch up with the rhythm of Jason’s moans. By now, I was pretty much craving his penis to enter my mouth; however, I didn’t feed myself. Jason pulled my hair and pushed me down. He didn’t release his grip on my hair while he pulled me back up and pushed me back down.
“I’m getting close,” he said as he continued to gasp for air. This hinted me to prevent him from controlling me any further. So I positioned myself on-top of his crotch area. We both gave each other another look again, but this time we gave the “I love you” stare.
He finally entered and the moment I felt him graze my prostate, I let out another gasp. I responded to his movements by going up and going down for him and our moans became absolute. The sound of our skin smacking turned me on so much that it was almost impossible to handle.
He placed me on my back and continued with his hard and swift thrusts. By now, I’m already caught in a daze. My head feeling so heavy, and my legs so weak; I was having the time of my life.
“Jason… augh… babe,” such arousal limited my vocabulary and only consisted of such words and sounds. I felt Jason’s hand take my erection and started to move with his thrusts.
“Babe I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” his breathing sounded very heavy as he said those words. Nonetheless, I was close myself because his hand was jerking me quite fast.
He completed one last, hard, thrust as I felt him fill his seed inside of me. My back was arched and I felt my own semen trickle down my body. We stayed in this position for about a minute but felt like a good hour. Another silence filled the room and once again except the sound of our breathing. How sentimental it was.
Eventually, we both landed on each other’s sides and looked at each other. I snickered and he asked, “What’s so funny?”
“You make a hot face when you finish.”
He smirked and pinched my nose — our clock beeped. 12:00am.
We stared at it, but turned back to each other’s attention. In unison, we both managed to say, “Happy Anniversary. I love you.”
