Rain on Me MxM (Staten Krown)

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The day started with Eric drawing a portrait."Stay still, I might cum even if you move a little."I laughed seeing how incredibly serious he was when he said that. He hadtold me to sit on top of him. Well not just sit. I was sitting on his bigdick. There was no condom, we didn't need one anymore. We were finally in arelationship. We had finally moved into the apartment and Eric was in everystate of saying it, my boyfriend. He said he wanted to draw a portrait ofhow our bodies looked in a moment of passion or whatever. I guess the posewas sort of something he had really been wanting to do because he wasbugging me for about a week on doing it with him. He said he wanted to tryto capture my beauty on paper and the time I was most beautiful was when wewere being intimate. This WASN'T exactly being intimate, but I guess I didget pleasure from finally knowing how it felt to have him bareback me forthe first time."Can you hurry with this portrait? Its so hot and I'm getting stiff. Igotta rest."I had meant my dick actually. Me looking down at his smooth face andinnocent eyes seemed as though I would last a life time lost withinthem. His nipples were as erect as his dick. I didn't actually know how hecould stay hard for so long without having an orgasm. I had time to thinkabout crap like this.He let out a quick laugh."Rest? Hahahahah! Not today baby. You have no idea how horny I am rightnow, sitting here, with my dick all the way up your ass! When I'm done withthis...the last thing you'll be doing is resting!!!!!!!!!"I smirked at his sudden sexiness and licked my lips. I was horny too. Icouldn't wait till he was done with the picture. Of course the feeling ofhim within me was so fulfilling. It felt almost like being massaged andsuddenly when your done being massaged, you feel an emptiness like thefeeling is gone. I wanted him to massage me all day long and well into thenight if I could. I stood as perfectly still and looked down at him. Hewould concentrate hard on the paper then look at a certain part of my body,then look in my eyes, then concentrate hard on the paper again."I'm almost done baby. Just drawing your thighs now," he assured me.I knew he was rushing faster and faster now, but I wish he could rush evenmore. I didn't want to seem too horny and get hard right in front of himbut it was hard to do. His long locks were curled up around the pillow. Hisface buried in it while he rested the drawing clipboard on his chest. Icould still see his nipples though. They were hard, probably from thephysical stress he was putting on his body to remain as it was. They were anice red now, even though they were usually a very light brown from hishalf Italian, half African-American heritage. They bloomed a red now withdesire.I reached down and began to caress them lightly, only touching the tiptrying to get sensation out of them.He let out a quick spasm and moved my hand quick."Damien what are you doing!?" he said half smiling a broad white smile ofsatisfaction, while half looking irritated that he would have to once againlose concentration to deal with me."They were calling to me.""Well your whole body has been calling to me this whole time. You don't seeme touching your nipples."I looked at my nipples, in a silly manner, then leaned my head down asthough talking to them, "Have you been calling my husband?!"I gave them a long pinch and I started to laugh and then reluctantly Ericstarted to laugh too. Suddenly I felt Eric loosening his eyes of the paperas though completely losing interest in them I wondered what it was thathad him stop so suddenly."Were you serious with that?""With what?"His face looked worried. Sort of like he was lost at the moment. I hadloved how Eric looked when he was serious. His eyes would squint and hiseyebrows would lift up. Then he would start to lick his lips over andover...like they were gonna get dry if he ever stopped. Even now. He hadthe lowest self-esteem of anyone I ever knew. Even after I told him howbeautiful he was...he still doubted it. He still thought that there was anycompetition in my heart for him.All of a sudden the talking he did was slower. More clearer."Would you really ...I mean I'm not asking. Not yet anyways. Well Idunno. I never know with you. I mean I brought it up before, so I guessthis time I might be asking. Maybe I am asking. Or maybe I'm justwondering..."I looked at Eric. His eyes were so searching around the room to say it. Icould feel his dick was getting really soft all of a sudden probably fromthe anxiety. Not completely soft but still soft enough to make me wonderwhat was going on."Eric?""Damien I was thinking on something. I love you. I mean its so clear by nowthat I love you. People don't like to see us together but it doesn'tmatter to me. My love is more than them. I'm willing to give up my ownpride, anything perhaps to be with you. If the landlord finds our we arelovers and kicks us out, I'll live out on the street with you. It doesn'tmatter to me as long as I'm with you. But every time we get close...everytime it seems like we are finally together...something happens. Then youare snatched away.""What are you saying?""You said that I was your husband, Damien. I know thtat yI want to makethat official. I want you to marry me."There was silence. He seemed to just look up at me, almost lost in me. Forthe shy, humble Eric to come out of his shell and say something like that,hinted that he must have been building up the courage to say something likethat for so long. I looked down at him. His manly chest, his thoroughabs. Then looked up his face. It was so smooth, like the skin of ababy. There wasn't one bump, one scar upon it. His eyes were full ofanticipations and promise. He looked up at me and I could tell he was inlove. All the problems that we had before was suddenly help back from me.Everything that I had done was gone. I remembered what Mr. Knight had toldme. Young lovers could only end up in failure. "They" wouldn't allowit. They would die before they saw me with Eric...we would be banished...I was rethinking our whole relationship in that moment. Most people hadwaited a lifetime to experience the things that I had experienced. I was 18and I had been loved, hated, destroyed and protected. Now I was beingproposed to. I was looking down on him, for so long I was just sittingthere in shock. I expected him to roll from under me and run away to thebathroom in anger or disappointment. He didn't move. He was going to sitthere, even if it took hours, until I told him my answer.RainOnMyWindow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Won't the rain stop beating up against mywindow? But if it stops what is there to gain... I can see myself fallingMy lungs nearly erupting Won't the rain stop beating up against mywindow... I know my mind is shaking up I know my eyes are breaking up Tillhe gave my heart a waking up Till he took me away from my window And whenmy rain stops... He stands as my rainbow..."I will marry you.""Damien are you serious? I mean you know what this means?" Eric said all ofa sudden taken up with excitement, as he leaned up and straddled his handsaround me, "I mean...marriage! It'll be so hard to do. I dunno...maybeimpossible. Still, together we could do anything."Marriage, between men. Impossible...unwanted...hated. Then why did I feellike it had to be done?"I love you. Marriage is only the beginning..."He looked at me for a long time, as though our eyes were made only to lookat one another. It was some sort of sign from the heavens...I don'tknow. Still I saw his eyes fill up with water and it rained down his faceuntil it got to his upper lips. Suddenly we kissed...almost like it was ourfirst time and in many ways almost like it was our last time...We'd been making love in our new apartment for what seemed like hours now.Too much emotion for me to really recall what was going on. I remember himpicking me up in excitement that we were going to get married. I rememberthe feeling when his dick suddenly slid out of my ass and I begged it toreturn there. I remember him leaning me against the wall and turning me sothat my chest was flat against it. Then he began to thrust into me, hisgigantic dick running through me...pounding steadily into the deepest partsof me. I remember moaning loudly trying to keep the passion without makingtoo much noise because the landlord was in the apartment right next door. Icouldn't tell you how long it lasted, but I remember it lasted for a longtime. I couldn't tell you how I felt, because they were feelings that I hadnever experienced before. I couldn't tell you about the orgasm, because theorgasm lasted the entire time. We were fucking, no...no we were makinglove...It was unlike we had ever done before...so beautiful that when the momentwas over, it was in my mind like some sort of great hysteria. I knew thatthis was the only moment that ever really meant anything. "It's just beginning," he assured me, licking his pink lips as hestarted to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He lay on top of me with hisbody around me. He was finally my height, through the efforts of pubertyand because his strong willpower not to be short anymore.He just lay on top of my chest now, his arms crouched up on the bed so notto put too much pressure on me. He was kissing me against my neck and myearlobe."With all the thinking you did on asking me to get married. Did you thinkabout how we were going to do it?""I figure we can run off to Canada. I don't know. We DEFINITELY have toinvite your dad. If he's cool with it. I think he will be. I'm gonna saveup as much money as possible for it. First I thought it was best toelope...seeing no one might really support us getting married. But Ichanged my mind. I want them to be there even if they don't understand. Iwant people to know that we will finally be together forever. We gotta flyout all our friends."Friends...It was so strange to here this. I had loved him more then anything, but forthe past few days we moved into our apartment, I had always been seeingshadows. They weren't like real shadows, but clearly images of Robbie. Ididn't know what this meant. I saw him near the bus stop, a short flash ofthe handsome face looking at me almost blank, then suddenly the personwould walk away. I would try to follow them, but they were always tofast...so eager to get away. It could have been Robbie. Robbie would havespoken to me. It was almost crazy. Everywhere I went, I seemed to have seenhim. I HAD to tell Eric and this was probably the only chance I wouldhave. I just didn't want to break the clear comfort that I felt with Ericnow."By the way, did I tell you I'm going for an interview on Saturday?" Ericsuddenly said.I had the job, he didn't. I worked in the mail office at Johnson&Johnsoncompany. My father paid for the rent entirely but we still needed littlethings like groceries or what not."Great...""Is there something wrong baby? You seem so distant."My face went completely blank with horror, "Well---""Spit it out!" he laughed and began to tickle me suddenly. I tried to pushaway, but my body was pinned beneath his completely. The sensation wasrunning up the side of my stomach, completely making me burst out intolaughter."I SEE ROBBIE!"Suddenly things went so serious. Eric stopped tickling me. I watched hisnude body roll off of me and go to the side of me. He rolled completely offthe bed and went to the bathroom that was right next to the bedroom (whichwas his, but I usually slept in there too)."Where did you see him?" he asked, his voice so distant as though suddenlyall the confidence he had in me was slipping away.I was afraid."I saw him by the bus stop, then again at the ferry. Its like he had thatsame smell, the smell that him and his friends usually have. That secretcologne that they always wore. I smell it all the time. I could smell itat the library, at the movie theaters that day we went.""Are you serious?!" I heard Eric blast from the next room.He walked in wearing his same white boxer briefs that he had startedwearing to look sexy ever since we moved in together. It wasn't like Eric,but he was always trying to appeal to me and make the relationship looklike it had just started."I'm not joking, Eric.""Does he even know where we are living? You didn't tell him, did you?""No...but there are a thousand ways he could know."Eric leaned against the dresser, his skin color, which had been the mostrefining thing about him looked almost like the color of bronze sand inthis light. I leaned up on the bed, wrapping the bed sheets around my legsand privates, while I sat up to talk to him."I can't deal with this right now. My family is coming..." Eric saidsuddenly.WHAT?! His family. The crazy family that had almost killed me when thecaught Eric and I together."When?" I asked, still trying to remain as calm as I could ever be."Tonight," he said suddenly."Eric! How can't you tell me something like that?! This is crazy!" I saidcompletely losing it.I jumped off the bed and began to walk to my dresser to find something towear. I wasn't gonna stay there the night so that his entire family couldbeat me up. It definitely wasn't going to happen like that. For a while Ithought that since he left the house, it was going to be the last I saw ofthem, but I doubted it now. I felt a warm embarrassment.I could feel Eric coming from behind me and grasping me, with his mulattoarms. He was trying to comfort me..."Damien, I need to know if they can accept the lifestyle I am living withyou. My family means a lot to me, I don't want them to feel like I am goingagainst their wishes."He was dead serious as he looked back at me. He really was going to dosomething as crazy as invite his parents over to the house. No wonder hewasn't pushing that Robbie thing so much. This seemed A LOT more brutal. Iknew that the rain hadn't stopped...I could feel it beginning to slow alittle, but not completely stopped. More rain was coming and I keptwondering what I had to do to make it stop. I felt like I could finallyfind the happiness I wanted when I moved out of that house, but the rainfollowed me. The rain followed me into our deluxe apartment on thesouthside.*****************************************************************************"More chicken, dang it Damien. Can you please put more chicken in theoven?"I sighed. Eric wasn't good with getting prepared for things. He was allreal nervous and what not. I was afraid. My body still hurt from that hitthat his father had given me almost a year and a half ago. I tried to be agood guy and put the dame chicken in the fucking oven. They weren't cominghere to eat chicken, they were coming here to finish me off for turningtheir son into a fag."Eric, what time are they coming?""Any second now."He began to set the table. Eric had me dressed up in the most amazing getup I had ever seen. It was supposedly meant to convince his mother that Irespected her Italian heritage as well as convince his father that I wassupportive of his West Indian style. I was already dead tired and bored outof my mind. This was all going to kill me by the time the night was over, Iwas sure of it."Damien help me set the table."Oh my fucking god! Do something yourself for a change. I felt so annoyed.I mean I wanted to leave so badly, just take down out of the house untilhis weird family was completely out of my hair. It was almost 9:00 atnight, but since it was summer it wasn't too dark. I looked out my outfitagain. It was the most colorful tropical shirt I had ever seen in mylife. I didn't even know where Eric had gotten the dame thing. It made meeven look more like one of those hysterical gay guys who thought they werestarting a new fashion trend. Eric on the other hand was dressed handsomelyin a sweater and slacks.Suddenly the doorbell filled the whole house. Eric looked at me and Ilooked back at Eric. He gave me a smile and then started to the front door.I stayed in the kitchen, thinking of how I was going to greet them. Thenormal wave? No, I wanted them to accept me not just recognize me. I shakeof the hand...wasn't that gonna be too awkward? To shake the hands of thepeople that embarrassed the heck out of me not too long ago. Suddenly Idecided to get up and follow Eric to the door. I would do whatever I sawhim doing...I guess..."Grandma!" I heard Eric call out to the old, almost ancient woman standingin front of the doorway. She was the first to walk in. She gave Eric a hugbut had nothing but a sort of expression for me.Next were Eric's two brothers. They didn't seem to be as negative now asthey were before, but they didn't seem too happy either. They both reallydidn't do anything but pat their brother on the back. Eric was definitelythe cutest among the brothers, although they did all have a slightresemblance."Damien. These are my brothers...Derek and Malone," Eric explained.The one named Derek gave me a stern look, but Malone who seemed very eagerto get it over with gave me a firm shake of the hand."Nice to meet you," he said, then turned around and walked away."You too."Derek looked at me for a long time as though about to shake my hand butsuddenly Eric's father walked in and interrupted."Move boy, you don't wanna take up their time," He told to Derek. Derekstopped staring at me and continued to move on. Eric's father just walkedpast the both of us as though we never existed. The last one to walk in thehouse was Eric's mother who was probably the nicest to both of us. She wascrying when she saw the apartment and how far Eric had come since the dayhe was kicked out.She gave me a hug too, "I'm happy to see you in such good shape."I wondered what she meant, but then remembered that she was there when herhusband and sons beat the living crap out of me that night.Eric left me at the dinner table while he went in the kitchen to finish offthe chicken. The long stares that came from his family was simply burning awhole into my forehead. I put my head down a little as though pretending tobe admiring the silverware that Byron had given me in that gift that hebought. It was really beautifully designed and very expensive. DAMMIT!Where was Eric? I felt so alone all of a sudden as though all the attentionwas going to suffocate me. I looked up a little and recognized that indeed,all eyes from his family were on me."So, Damien," his mother finally spoke giving me a smile, "Do you work?""Yeah I just started. I work in a mail room.""Mail room? How interesting."She was really trying to be polite but it didn't sound right because therewas nothing really interesting about delivering mail to people."Eric work there too?""Ughh, no Eric doesn't have a job yet?"The brother named Derek, the suspicious one, jumped into the conversation,"You been paying for this whole thing with a job in a mail room?""No, actually...""How may rooms this place got?" Derek suddenly asked looking around somemore."2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 1 den, 1 living room and 1 dining room...""Well, seems like fags are getting paid these days," the father suddenlybutt in.Oh my god. I couldn't believe he just said that. The two brothers of Ericstarted laughing almost hysterically. Suddenly Eric was coming back intothe room and they stopped laughing. I didn't know what to say. They wereclearly being prejudice, in my own apartment. I sighed, trying to blow itoff and hope that was the only embarrassing moment of the night. I was sovery very wrong."How long have you known you were gay?" his father asked me, even when Ericwas there."Dad!""Its ok. I can answer," I said suddenly, not wanting to become more of avictim then I already was, "I knew I was gay probably around the time I hitpuberty.""And you ever take it up the poop shoot?" THE POOP SHOOT! I started toturn red."Henry, stop it. You know that none of your business!" Eric's mother tookoff at her husband.Eric looked at me. He was just embarrassed as I was as our eyes met. Icould see the shame he all of a sudden had. It was going to happen likethis."If he is with my son, then I should know.""Its ok," I finally answered, "Yes I did once."The brothers burst out into laughter once again and the grandmothergroaned, crossing her chest with the cross. The mother completely startedto bang her head against the table for some odd reason. Oh my god this wasso embarrassing. Eric's chicken was beginning to taste like water in mymouth and I could have sworn I would have thrown up.His father spoke again, opening his mouth and revealing all the food he waschewing, "Your not ashamed, to say that you got it up the poop shoot?""Sir, I'm not ashamed of anything I've done.""Henry stop it!" The mother repeated."You like it?" his father asked again.I pushed my luck finally with answering him, "Yes, a lot."The brother burst out laughing again, this time banging her silverwareagainst the table. The grandmother began to mutter something that seemedlike the 23rd Psalm from the bible. The mother was trying to whispersomething to the father and making it seem nonchalant. This was impossible,because the father's voice boomed way over hers and he was very stubborn."This chicken is wonderful," the mother finally said, trying to take theattention off of the issue at hand."Thank you mom," Eric said.He looked at me again, almost trying to tell me something. This was thesingle most embarrassing moment of my life. I thought the last time wasworse but this was way worse. I would have much rather them hitting mearound then mocking my lifestyle like they knew ANYTHING about it. I felthis hand coming up my thigh. He squeezed it as though trying to give mestrength of some sort. It did help a little. I was so dramatic and soafraid. I wondered what was going on, but I never said anything. The coldstares frosted my face completely."Eric where is your bedroom?" Derek said. I knew what he was trying todo. He was trying to start up the conversation again and to get me allembarrassed again."Excuse me," I said suddenly pretending I had to use the bathrooom,"Why do you care?" I heard Eric snap suddenly. He probably recognized hisbrother's intentions as clearly as I did."Why you so mad?""Cause I know what your trying to do!" Eric said jumping to his feet andleaning over the table, "You always been one little jealous cunt! Trying tohurt me through Damien. You so interested in my goddam bedroom? Yes we dohave two bedrooms, but yes most nights Damien sleeps with me in mybedroom!"There was nothing but silence all of a sudden as his family looked us Ericwith extreme disbelief of what he had just done. He admitted what was goingon."And dad," he said looking towards my father, "I won't let you ask himthose questions. ASK ME! Embarrass me. He did get it up the 'poop shoot'but I was the one who gave it to him! This is us, not the whole entire gaycommunity you're talking to. This is your son and the person who heloves. He is the person I am going to get married to."Suddenly silence at the table. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Hehad just told them that he was going to get married to me. I waited, almosttoo long and could hear nothing. I leaned against the wall still waitinguntil there was a doorbell, to disturb the sudden shock that was in nextroom.I peaked out suddenly and saw Eric going to the door, he was walking slowand his eyes were full of tears. I saw his father and his mother exchangeglances. They didn't look happy or angered. They faces were just blank, asthough their souls had been sucked out of them. I couldn't breath all of asudden. I was just holding my breath. I'd had visions. They were crazyvisions, unclear and vague. They always came on when I heard one of thosesongs about rain.I needed to take my mind off of things.I turned on the radio..."Rain on me Lord wont you take this Pain from me I dont wanna live I dontwanna breathe Til you just Rain on me Lord wont you take this Pain from meI dont wanna live I dont wanna breathe"I shut off the sound of Ashanti's voice playing over the radio. I picked upthe whole radio and tossed it at the window. The loud clash sent cries fromthe next room in horror as they heard the glass breaking through thewindow. Suddenly I could hear something...something like a storm. Then Icould feel the soft drizzle come from outside the broken glass.I looked down and saw the water droplets on my shoe. I hadn't even noticedthat it had been raining outside this whole time. I began to cry withouteven knowing it. I looked out of the room and saw his family. They werelooking at me like I was the devil himself and the broken glass didn'thelp. Suddenly I walked out, searching constantly to find Eric's arms sothat I could hold them. I needed my rainbow all of a sudden. I needed himto remind me that there was life after this rain because this time it hadbecome too much for me to handle.I went to the door to where Eric was.I ran to him, hoping that he would catch me in his arms like he had done somany times. He didn't he backed up, leaving me alone. I COULDN'T BELIEVEIT! His face looked angry, almost like I had done something to him. He hadas many tears in his eyes that I had by now. I wanted something, some kindof comfort. But there was none to be given. But what could it possibly be?Then Eric moved and beside him I saw Robbie standing at the door...