Rain on Me MxM (Staten Krown)

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He had me by the hand. I wasn't sure where we were going or why were goingthere so fast. All I knew was that I was so afraid of him. I was so afraidof what he wanted from me. His hands were sweaty and he didn't seem to carethat people were wondering why he was holding my hand as he raced out ofthe mall. He just kept running. It was becoming almost...safe. We wentoutside where there was a little cold breeze that blew at the back of myhair. Eric didn't say a word really, he was just taking me somewhere and Iwent with him almost automatically. I didn't look at him, I tried notto. Robbie had once said being with Eric was awkward. I knew it was. I hadbegun to sweat just like he was. My hands began to shake and once again Ifelt the feeling that I felt when I just met him. I saw the angry, confusedlittle boy that I had seen in the beginning. He was all the same, all thesame...We went to the back parking lot of the mall. It had few cars there but nottoo many because people rarely even knew there was a back. I didn't atleast. There were a few bushes outside, that lead to the Durkwood Forest. Iremembered that forest from when I was younger. I would always drive myfather crazy running in there and getting lost. Sometimes he followed me inthere, but sometimes just waited near the mall until I got hungry and cameback. My father never knew his way around Durkwood Forest, but I did. Ididn't know if I could remember though, having been so long ago. I triedto, looking at each tree and trying to find some similarity to the trees inmy memory. I saw none. Everything seemed to have changed. The littletreehouse that I had once started but couldn't finish (because I was alone)wasn't there. The tree that I had carved my initials into haddisappeared. Everything was different and this was no longer my forest. Aswe went deeper I recognized one thing. The little creek that marked a nearcenter of the forest. He let go of my hand when we were coming out of thecreek and went down to the bank alone. The water had risen up inside thatsmall creek, probably from all the rain that had been falling from the skylately."That guy is no good," he told me and splashed his face with water, "he'strying to get you into the game.""The game?""Mr. Night is the leader of the Syndicate. The underground fags who suckdick for money."He spit the word fags, almost as though he couldn't be considered one andspoke it so freely as though I couldn't be called one. I had heard of theSyndicate. It wasn't just a group of people but it was a nightclub. One ofthe most dangerous clubs in the west side. Straight men, also called'downlows' would come there to have sex with boys from theneighborhood. The trade of sex had rarely been such a dangerous thing as itwas in the Syndicate. The lack of respect between two males was far morethan between a male and a female. It most of the ended up in jealous brawlsand furious drug trades gone wrong."Mr. Night can't be the leader, why would the leader be hanging around withme?""He wants you, obviously in more ways then one. Fags like that are probablytrying to fuck you and if its good, bully you into workin' in his club.""How do you know this?""He does it to everybody. You are exactly what he wants. He saw that youwere hurt, he's trying to take advantage of you."I paused. It was his fault that I was in such bad condition. I would havebeen so very happy if not for him. My eyes were burning almost fromremembering when I saw him there. He had hurt me so much, way more thanRobbie had. I wasn't used to being so hurt. My heart wasn't so used tobeing broken. I hated the feeling. It felt almost like there was nothingelse going on at the time but that. He looked at me long and hard, almostreading my mind. He turned around and came up to me. The warm passionatekiss I was waiting for was exchanged with a long burning kiss. He squeezedthe back of my neck and began to grab onto my love handles like he wastrying to absorb me. I pushed back at first but gave in, as he pulled meharder. I knew that Eric didn't look like the strong type but he was. Hisboyish eyes were looking at me the whole time, extremely expressing thebabyface that I had grown to love. He had a sort of confidence that Irarely saw when he pulled away from me. He looked like a conceited person."Lets take a swim." "No."There were a thousand reasons that I wanted to give him after I said no,but I just said no. My bitterness to him didn't heal from a kiss that wasso strong it nearly cut my lips. He had pressed down onto them so hard thatI could still feel pressure. I wanted to tell him that I didn't have abathing suit and that I wasn't a good swimmer, but instead I just saidno. I had put a sort of anger into my response, almost like I was trying tomake it sound irritated. He didn't seem to get the idea and he walked up tome, trying to take off my shirt. I pushed his hand out of the way."Don't touch me with those hands!""Damien, chill."He was getting the idea now. I swung my fist at him as a warning and hejumped back. He knew I wasn't trying to intentionally hit him, but I couldstill see the worry in his face. He was beginning to learn how to read me,just like a book. He knew that I didn't mean to hit him first, but he didknow that if he continued to pursue I would hit him."I just wanted to swim," he told me."Shut up."I know I sounded rude and ignorant, but I pulled away and drove back asthough about to leave. I wanted to leave. I wanted to just jump up and runback, but instead I was walking. I had gotten angry, probably because theirritation of the hot sun combined with the itching of my allergies. Iwanted confrontation for the first time in a long time. I wanted to makehim feel just how he made me feel. I knew he was coming up from behindme. I heard the footsteps and slowly, his steps were walking towards me. Ifelt him grab me from the back sort of hooking me from around my waist. Iswung around twisting my body and swinging my fist at the same time. He didread me...because he dodged everyone of my attempts. There was no backlashthat I expected, but there was something. I had given up trying to hit mebecause he had somehow managed to hook my hands within his bear hug. Hewrestled me slowly until we got near the bank and when I knew what wasgoing to happen."You better not."He jumped off the cliff into the creek. We had went in together and inmidair I could see him loosen his grip on me, but at that time it was toolate. I did, however, manage to hit him one last time before I dove intothe cold, dirty forest water. I could feel the water fill up my nostrils asI struggled to pull up to the surface of the water and get some air. Thecreak was very much deeper than I remembered it to be. All of a sudden inthis cold water, I began to change my view. The water had become a lagoonand the forest trees surrounded me seemed like a darkness that resemblednighttime. The darkness that surrounded us made it seem almost like nighttime as the great shadow of trees formed over me. I had struggled to get tothe top, but on the top realized that I could not see Eric. I looked aroundcounting the seconds that he were staying under there. At first it becamecute, then amazing and then suspicious."Eric! Eric!"There was no response. I could taste the sea water and begin to see afuture. A future that wasn't without Eric. The anger I was feeling suddenlyhad began to sink to a great depressing. I remembered Mr. Night'swords. What if Eric was dead so suddenly? I wasn't ready for it. No onewould sympathize with me if he died. No one cared that I loved him. Wewere unaccepted. If he was dead, I would have loved in vain, given my heartup in vain. I had begun to feel that deep depression. There was a greatemptiness within me. 'Don't fall too deep in love,' Mr. Night had toldme. His words were something like a curse now haunting me. I realized how Ifelt now. I had allowed myself to fall to deep in love and now he wasdead...now he was..."AH HA!"There was a big splash of water as the arms grabbed my feet and then ran upmy body until the familiar head of Eric came out of the water. He was verymuch alive. His face was a little red, but he had a smile on that was widerthan anything. I didn't smile. I couldn't smile. I only leaned in andkissed him long and hard. I kissed him the same way he kissed me."Hey! I should fake my death more often," he said at the moment when I hadstopped kissing him to get some air.I sat on his chest as he backstroked, all the while kissing him. We wentnear the bank. My clothes felt so wet, so soaked in the dirty forestwater. There was a fierce dampness but I didn't feel cold. I felt almostwarm, swimming in that dark pool like a little kid. I was driven almost andbetrayed by my own heart. So happy to see him, so angry to know thatMr. Night was right all this time. This love had hurt me and was going tohurt me until I found some happy medium. Still, I didn't know what it wasand the passion in this love would not let me leave him.My dick seemed to get harder in water and he noticed it. He seemed to bebetter at floating on the top of the water so his body was higher thanmine. His leg was pressed up my furious cock and I could feel the anger ofthe moment. I was so angry and he was so angry. Our tongues did not kisswarmly and affectionately, but clashed together. Everything was sowet. Precum began to drip so thickly that it felt like I was cummin. Mypassion had begun to boil and I wanted to see if he was feeling the samething. I pushed my hand down, scared at first but still very horny. Itouched his cock with my hand, while struggling to keep afloat. He stoppedkissing me and look at me."The water is shallow over here."He knew what I wanted to do. He knew that my puberty had turned me intosome sort of feign that could not live another second without him. We swamnear the bank, where the water was so shallow that I could stand if I stoodon my tip toes.I was silenced, taken by it all but was began to make my fear into nothing.I was horrified. My state of well being was beginning to collapse. Theprotective wall that I had built up was beginning to collapse into brownrubble.He began to kiss me but not on my lips. He was kissing me on my neck anddriving down to my nipples. He leaned me onto the side of the bank, so thatmy arms were on the dirt. He completely unbuttoned my shirt and threw it tothe grass so that he could get full access to my nipples. His lips engulfedmy nipples fully, thoroughly. I began to undress him too, pulling off hisshirt and trying to unzip his denims. I pulled them off completely andthrew them on the bank. His shoes came off and so did my shoes. His pantscame off and then my pants came off. We had gone so on until we somehowmanaged to be completely naked in the shallow water. We were so messy, muchlike animals. I wanted it so bad. I began to moan, just from his kissingme. He muttered something, but I couldn't here because it was in themiddle of him sucking my nipples and moving down to my belly button. Imassaged his back as he leaned over, drawing up at the bone that I couldsee on his caramel colored skin. I moved down to the small crack of his tancolored ass. I wanted to finger him but he wasn't bending over enough and Ididn't have enough reach. So I just played around it and went into ecstacyas he slid his tongue around my belly button. I didn't have a very deepbelly button, not deep at all in fact, but it felt so good!"UghhH! I love how u make me feel, lick it for me! I want you so much.""Well aren't you the horny one?"He barely whispered it but when I heard it we let out a laugh. It felt sogood to laugh. The laugh sort of calmed down the hot desire for passionthat I was feeling and the anger I felt towards him for cheating on me. Italso let go of the crazy depression that I have been feeling and continuedto feel during that tim I turned around and pressed my ass against his dicka little. I knew he was completely surprised by this. So was I. I hadgotten so emotional all of a sudden that I felt like any moment I wouldbreak down and start crying. My ass wasn't hungry, my dick was, but I couldsee that his dick was just as hungry as mine. I could imagine how much hemissed me and how much he wanted me after this long fight."Damien, no you're not ready.""Yes I am."He paused and sort of pushed against my ass checks to keep me from backingup onto his dick. It felt so good when he pushed at them. He was almostgrabbing them. I felt almost secure and safe in a world where I wasafraid. The water rushed against my ass, into it. I was beginning to wantit and to yearn for it."I won't let you do this just because you are horny, Damien.""What you don't like me any more? Or you think that the guy you had sexwith at the party had a better ass than mine?"I was serious, feeling the anger rising up against and feeling the passionrising even higher. "I can't believe you said that! I just don't want youto let me have something that you aren't ready to give. What happened atthe party had nothing to do with you.""Then what did it have to do with?"He paused silent. He knew that it did have to do with me but was tooembarrassed to say anything. We were standing close, so close that ourfaces were almost touching and I could feel him against me. His dick wasstill hard, probably from still being so close to me, but I could see hismind wasn't still thinking about having sex."You did it because I wasn't letting you fuck me in the ass. So you wentelsewhere to find it. It didn't have to do with love. You loved me enoughbut your dick hated me. Your dick wanted to have me and it consumed yourmind.""Damien...""No, listen. I love you and if it means giving up my ass I'll do that tokeep you. Our love is spiritual not physical. There is nothing that Ishould've withdrawn from you."He had begun to cry. A wet sort of depressing cry. He leaned into me andhugged me until our bodies collided in every fashion. I could feel himagainst me, against my body. His warm hands caressing me as he began to cryon my shoulder."Damien, I love you. I love you. It was an accident. I was led by mybody. I don't want you to give yourself up to me. I don't deserve it. Ilove you Damien."I took him by the hand and led him up the bank where the cool grasswas. His naked body in the dark shadows seemed to twinkle and fill me withdesire. His soft natural abs held droplets of water and his warm kind facehad droplets of tears filling them. I watched as he stood waiting for me,as I let go of his hand and walked to my coat pocket taking out a bottle oflotion that I had taken with me. He wasn't smiling or happy at all, but hestill seemed to be so sad. He was crying desperately, in an emotional statethat I couldn't wonder. He laid on the grass his back against the grass andI climbed up over him. I touched his chest, caressing it slowly as I liftedmy ass and tried to put the lubricant in."Wait I don't have a condom!""I love you," I repeated almost as though it excused the need for a condom.I couldn't how he was talking at a time like this. I could feel his dickgrowing back to full as I put some lube over it and stroked it alittle. His face was so beautiful against the ground. It seemed to be likea star. I was giving up what most men held close to them. It was my manhoodin some ways and in some ways it was just my ass."Damien, I don't deserve this. All I wanted was you to at least talk to me.I don't deserve your body after what I did to you. I will never hurt youagain! Your all I have in this world. You don't know how it felt to hurtyou so bad!"I put my finger on his lips to shut him up. He was sounding romantic butalso letting me know so much when I was concentrating most of feeling himinside of me. I wanted one emotion at a time. I softly began to sit on hisdick, feeling the warmth of it go into me. It was a sharp pain at first andI gasped a little. I could feel his hands coming up underneath me as thoughto ease me down onto it. I trust him. I put my hands up on my knees and lethim guide me down on him. His hands moved me down about an inch slowly andbrought me back up slowly. It felt almost like having your body suddenlybecome complete and fully occupied. I finally felt as though Eric was trulypart of me. I pushed my weight on him more to let him know it was ok. Itdidn't hurt anymore. His dick went deeper into me. I could feel every partof it. I could feel the softness of the shaft and the warmth that suddenlytook its place. He had slowly dropped me at first looking right into myeyes and even when is showed the slightest bit of pain, he drew me up andasked me if I was ok He had leaned himself up a little bit so that now Iwas close enough to kiss him. Our lips embraced but the true passion was inhis cock driving up my ass. I began to grind my hips into him, moving upand down freely with no pain to be heard of. I knew that the work part ofit was over when I heard him moan for the first time. It felt so good tohear him do that and watch him close his eyes in a sudden ecstacy. I wouldmake him feel complete and let him in the way I never did before. He wasright...he would never cheat on me again."Ughh, I love you Damien. I feels so good. I never felt anything like itbefore."I knew that he had though. He had fucked someone else before, but I hadnever been fucked before. The experience for me was something else. I beganto moan from satisfaction well into it, when I was truly free to ride upand down his cock and have the feeling of pleasure fill both our bodies. wewere so close. I had curled up into his chest and almost every part of ourbodies were touching one another. It was almost like we were one. And hehad begun to hump harder, fuller after he was certain that I was enjoyingit."O, yea! Fuck me Eric!""I never been so happy in my life.""Harder! HARDER!"He shut my mouth with a kiss and began to drive his dick into my assslowly, almost trying to get the full experience out of it. He grindedagainst me, switching positions as he put me face down on the ground andwent over me. He put more lotion into my ass and began to run his cockthrough my ass cheeks. This time he was in full control. He still wentslow though, first rubbing his cock around my ass cheeks, making sure allthe precum was there and then going into me. It took him a while, becauseof the thickness in my cheeks and his anxiousness, but when he got it in itfelt like the same heaven."Shit Damien, I'm about to cum!" he said after ten more minutes ofexploring me. Ten more minutes where I felt the power of him within meslowly creating me."Do it inside of me," I told him. He complied, slowly pounding into me butthen speeding it up as his orgasm was at hand. He fucked me thoroughly now,until I could hear him breath hard a little."Here it comes! Oh SHITTTTTT!"I at first felt a small moistness on me but then began to feel my ass beingpumped with warm sperm that felt like it was being planted inside of mystomach. I tried to look at the beautiful face of Eric while he keptthoroughly rushing into me. He didn't pull out when he was done, but laiddown flat on my back, his dick still implanted in me, not as hard but stillholding its weight. At first I was gonna ask him what he was doing likethat, but then I saw how it made me feel. I didn't want to end the momentand he was just finding a way to prolonge it. I could see him there,resting inside of me and on top of me. He was breathing heavily when hekissed the back of my neck. His body remained on top my mine and his dickremained in me as he talked."I love you Damien.""Me too. But where do we go from here?"He stuttered, "I guess back to the old house, back to Robbie and trouble.""I wonder if anything is gonna be different this time," he proposed,rubbing his hands against the top of mine and then grasping them tightly.I spoke easily, "I don't want difference. Mr. Night thinks that you and Iare cursed. He thinks we will only fall into a deeper love, one that willnever be complete because we can't get married or have children. He saysthat it is wrong for two men to fall in love."He kissed the back of my neck."I don't believe in Mr. Night. I believe in you. You are my lover, Damien.If the world has a problem with that, then we will face them alltogether. I have given up everything that I had for you Damien. My familyand friends call me a fag now. They don't know anything about us. No oneknows anything about us. I don't need a child or marriage to propose mylove for you. I'm not gay but I love you. They don't understand andtruthfully they don't have to."