"I didn't mean it," I say mockingly. "I just lost it. Don't fuck with my sister again or I'll fucking kill you." I walk away, my fists burning and my blood boiling. Stupid little fuck. Kelly touches my arm and I jerk back on impulse.
"You're kind of scrappy," he says. "You trying to make up for me beating your ass yesterday?"
"Ha-fucking-ha, dickwipe. Yesterday was an off day. I'll take ya again any time." I bet I could too. He had to have gotten lucky. Nobody beats me that bad in a fight without turning me black and blue.
"I'd take you up on that but we'd probably just end up fucking." I stop dead in my tracks and look at him. "Just fuckin' with you, Gio. Beer?"
"Alright."
We sit in the back with our beers, leaning up against the wall. My knuckles hurt. I might have punched the kid too hard. Too hard for my hand, not for him. It'll be bruised tomorrow for sure.
"So is that what you do when you're not bartending? Walk around picking fights?"
"Hey, I didn't pick that fight, he did." I take a drink and glance over at him. He gives me that stupid grin and I have to fight not to grin back. Like I said, this guy's fucking hypnotic. "Sometimes," I admit.
"You still in school?"
"What- high school? Fuck that shit, man, I dropped out at 16. Can't make money going to school. Anyway, I'm twenty-one."
"You just look young. I was hoping you weren't jail bait." I flip him off, but he just grins. I don't look that young for my age. I’m just small. And there's no way he's much older.
"What about you, John Mulaney? You just sit around sucking cock all day?"
"Sometimes." A flash of warmth runs through me at the image that pops into my head. I try to push it away. Just leftover from getting off last night. He puts a cigarette in his mouth in the lewdest way I've ever seen. My cock's half-hard by the time he lights it. "Most of the time I'm not working I'm painting."
"Painting?" I choke out a laugh. "That's gay as shit, dude."
"Yeah, so am I."
"Don't fucking say that," I mumble, suddenly uncomfortable. If he's gay, it makes what happened yesterday a lot gayer. He just keeps grinning. "Wipe that smirk of your face."
"I gotta go," he says, downing the rest of his beer. "See ya, Gio."
"Fuck you, Kelly. Don't call me that."
He texts me a few hours later.
Those jeans make your ass look great.
My heartbeat speeds up, and I can't tell if I'm pissed or horny or both. I settle on both. My brain's still confused. The wires are mixing. I text him back before I decide, figuring he can interpret it either way.
You're a fag.
I want to see his cock again. I want to touch it this time. I shake myself and bolt up from the couch, walking into the street before I can think any more. I knock on Lydia's door and wait, my dick straining against my pants. She opens it and the sound of screaming children ricochets into my ears. Her damn sister has a whole litter of them running around. Lydia's hands land on her hips and she gives me an annoyed glance.
"What?"
"Wanna fuck?" She glances up and down the street, then tilts her head at me.
"Come in." Lydia's a pretty girl. She's got black curls that nearly hang to her ass and huge eyes. We've been best friends since middle school when she punched a girl out in the middle of math. She's a badass. We started fucking around in high school. It's more of a supplement to our friendship than anything else. But if anybody can fuck me straight, it's her. We rush into her room, ignoring her nephews running around like barbarians. The door shuts and she's pushing me against the wall. She kisses me. Her lips are soft. They taste like cherries. They're too soft and too sweet. Her hand slides down between my legs, but then she pulls away.
"Since when are you not hard when you come to me looking to fuck?" I glance down, horrified.
"I was just a second ago. Try touching it." Her hand comes back and she rubs against it. It turns me off even more. "My fucking dick's broken."
She rolls her eyes. "Maybe it's just more stubborn than normal. Hang on." She pulls her shirt off and pulls my hands to her tits, but even that barely does anything. Compared to the fucking intensity of yesterday, this pales. This is nothing. This is by far the hottest girl I've ever fucked and I feel nothing.
"Fuck, Lydia. I'm fucking ruined forever."
"Jesus Christ, you're like a teenage girl after her first time. What the hell happened to you?"
"Nothing," I say, handing her her shirt. She shrugs it back on and we sit on the bed.
"Well I know it's not me," she says, giving me a side-eyed glance. "I'm as hot as ever."
"Damn right," I say, punching her arm. "Fuck, Lids, what if I can't ever get it up again?" She rolls her eyes again, this time so hard that they risk getting caught in her brain.
"It's one day, G. I mean it happens to everybody. And you are getting old-" I scowl at her. "So it could be that. Maybe you just need viagra-"
"I swear to god I'll punch you through a wall," I mumble. She grins at me like an evil bitch. I shake my head in annoyance.
"I'm kidding. You know I'm kidding. Like I said. It's one time. Will you just tell me what's going on with you?"
"Nothing is going on with me."
"Fine. Watch Oprah with me?" I sigh.
"Alright."
4
I end up staying for over two hours without checking my phone once. There'll be a text when I look. I just know there will and if I check it I might end up back at that house again. Then I'd really be fucked. And not just literally. I make it halfway home before I look.
How's your ass feeling?
I groan. Just reminded me that it still hurts to walk. And that I can't show that it hurts to walk. That'd be suspicious.
Better than yours will be next time I see you.
My phone chimes seconds later.
That a threat or a promise?
The words send a thrill through me that I don't know how to respond to. Fuck I wish I knew the answer to that. I don't, so I ignore my phone. For five minutes. Then it chimes again.
Come over tonight. It's not gay if you don't kiss... right?
That fucking asshole. And I want to go. That's his fault too. Fuck him. Still I'm smiling. That stops as soon as I walk in the door of my house and see my father sitting on the couch, beer in his hand and scowl on his face.
"Get your ass in here, boy. Where you been?"
"Work. What about you?"
"None of your goddamn business. You see your sister?" I sigh and take a seat in our recliner. It smells like day-old shit.
"I took care of it. Gave the fucker a lesson he won't forget for a while."
"Your sister needs to stop slutting around. Giving boys a reason to rough her up." I glare at him in disbelief. He really is the fucking worst. "You still sticking it to the black girl?"
"Who? Lydia? Yeah sure, sometimes." He laughs, still scowling somehow. I count the beer cans. Eight. That's fine. If he gets more than ten in him, he'll pick on Christian. He did it to me, Manny, and Marco, but we're old enough that we've all put him in his place at least once. He tried it with the younger boys too, but since we got their mom's sister to take them in, they've been out of the equation. He chuckles like we're fuckin' pals or something.
"I was just like you when I was younger. Fuckin' everything with pretty legs that walked. Wrap it up, right? Don't need any more half-breed shits running around."
"Right," I say. That's the least of my problems. He throws me a beer and I down it in two long gulps. "How're the whores?"
"They're whores," he says shrugging. "They bring in shit money, but what can you expect? It's a shit product. Why's Manny doing his hair like a fag?"
"He's got some new girl. Latina. She likes the gel." If I didn't mention her race, he'd ask. My good old da considers himself progressive because he lets his boys fuck girls of any color. Knocking em up or marrying em it's a different story. But as long as I'm just fucking Lydia, he's good with it.
"Well
tell him to cut it out. Makes him look like a girl. And Lin's the only girl we need around here. Even she's too much." I grab another beer and head for my room. "And tell Marco to get a real fucking job. I don't like him hanging around the whore house." Marco's probably there and useful a lot more often than that piece of shit. I slam the door.
"Christian, go out with your friends tonight." He hands me a joint and I take a reluctant hit, the sweet smoke filling my lungs. "You're too young to be smoking weed," I say half-heartedly.
"Dad's here," he says, nodding. He ignores my second statement. "I'll be at the arcade till late."
"Where you sleeping?"
"Carl's?"
"Great. Cus I'm going out and I don't want you and Lina here alone. Where is she?" He shrugs. "Okay. Have a good night, bud, okay?"
"You too. Where you going?"
"I dunno yet." But I do. I knew where I was going tonight after Kelly's first text. After I couldn't keep it up for Lydia. There's an itch under my skin, the sort meth-addicts get without a fix, and I want to feel like I did yesterday. I'll deal with the consequences later.
Be there in ten, asshat.
I hesitate for just a moment, then click send.
The door flies open before I can knock. Kelly grins at me. A couple boys play in the living room, playing some old game on an old PlayStation. They don't even look up as we walk through the hall. Once the bedroom door's shut behind us, Kelly's hands are on my chest, pushing me back against the wall. I fucking hate it when people touch me without asking, but with Kelly, I can't really mind. I hate being man-handled too. Usually. This time... This time it's alright.
"So what about it? You want to try to fight me again?"
"Fight you, no," I say, grabbing his hips on a sudden impulse and pulling him into me. They're hard with muscle, so different than any girl's I've ever held like that. "If I fought you I'd kill you. No punches or kicking. Whoever pins the other one first gets to fuck em. Ten seconds, tap out's a loss. Deal?"
"Deal," Kelly says, twisting us both and trying to throw me to the ground. I keep my balance, expecting it, and leap onto his back. He grabs at my legs, trying to pull me off and a breathless laugh escapes from my lips. I put him in a chokehold and drop my weight. We both tumble down, and I land on top of him, but he rolls back onto me, his weight pressing hard into my chest until I let go of him.
"One, two, three..." he says. I push at him hard, trying to squirm out from under him, but I can't. Who the fuck is this guy? "Four, five, six, seven..." I give one more desperate heave and escape. In a last bid for victory, I dive at him and miss. He shoves his hands under my armpits and-
"Ah- what the fuck!" I yelp as he starts to tickle me. I raise my arms to defend myself and somehow end up back on my stomach with his full weight above me. This time, he pins my arms too and I'm stuck. I fume silently as he counts to ten, then hops off me, giving me the smuggest grin I've seen in my life.
"Bend over, Gio."
"Don't fucking call me that," I murmur half-heartedly. I agreed to the fight even though I lost yesterday. Part of me wanted him to win. A huge fucking part of me wanted him to win. I need that feeling I had yesterday. At this point, I'm basically desperate for it. "And you cheated."
"Hey, we never made it a rule not to tickle." He gives me a hand up and pulls our bodies close together once more. His hands reach around to grab my ass, groping me easily as he smirks down at me.
"Next time, real rules. No bullshit girl tactics."
"Girl tactics?" he asks. His face is inches from mine, and again I'm struck by how small he makes me feel. He's a good four or five inches taller than me and he knows how to use that. His hands grope me roughly, pushing our hips together until I feel the huge bulge pushing against my stomach. I feel hot and needy again and turned on beyond all belief. Of course, now I'm hard. Couldn't happen with the hot chick I usually bang it out with, but some total stranger- who's a dude, by the way- my cock stands up to salute. He leans forward to whisper in my ear. "I'm not the one that's about to get fucked."
He bites down lightly on my earlobe. It's too much. Too close. Too real. Better to be bent over getting fucked than to have my face this close to another guy's.
"Fuck you," I say, shoving him back without much heart. He pulls me in again, tugging off my shirt in an easy motion. His hands trace down my chest, brushing across my nipples. "Alright, enough, it's not our fucking wedding night."
"Then take your pants off." I shrug and pull them down, watching out of the corner of my eye as Kelly pulls his shirt off. Maybe it's the mechanic work that gets him so jacked. I don't know. But his arms are fucking tree trunks and his abs look like Brad Pitt's in his glory days. I'm talking Fight Club era. Unbelievable. It's just envy, I tell myself. He catches me looking and grins.
"Shut up, cock-sucker." I don't stop looking though. Taking it in the ass is one thing. Watching another man take his pants off while staring at his cock is another. It's a line. It's crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed.
"Did I say a damn thing?" he asks. My heart pounds as he walks closer. He smacks my ass hard.
"Fuck," I yelp rubbing my red asscheek. He grins at me.
"You've got a nice ass, Caruso, you know that?"
"Goddamn right," I mutter, raising an eyebrow at him. "You gonna fuck me or you just gonna stand there staring all day?"
"I was thinking I'd have you suck my cock first." I look at him in disbelief.
"No fucking way. I'm not a fag, I told you." He shrugs, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed. He leg's warm against mine. Against my will, my eyes roam back to his hard cock. He grabs me by the chin and pulls my face close to his, staring straight into my eyes.
"Not today. But one of these days you're going to blow me. And you're going to love it." I pull away, glaring at him, but he doesn't seem to mind. He pushes me back onto the mattress and grabs the lube, rubbing it all over his fingers.
"Why can't we do it over the bed again?" I ask. He shrugs at me.
"I can go deeper this way." I stop complaining. He shoves two fingers into me, less gently this time, and I hiss at the sensation. I'm still sore from yesterday. He doesn't keep them in for long, just scissoring them inside me long enough to stretch me out. He pulls them out and guides his cock up against me, looking at me like he's waiting for permission. I roll my eyes.
"Stop being a fucking faggot and put your dick in my ass." He lifts my knees onto his shoulders and pushes in all at once. My head falls back and my eyes squint shut. My mouth finds a grimace somewhere between pain and pleasure. It hurts, but the smell of campfire and salt, the feel of his hands squeezing my thighs, the small grunt of pleasure as he bottoms out inside me... that makes it worth it. It's overwhelming, but somehow I don't mind. I keep my eyes shut, though. I don't want to watch myself get fucked; that's too much. As he starts to thrust, the pain subsides, and all that's left are his rough hands, the feeling of being penetrated, of fucking loving it.
One of his hands slides to my chest, pushing me downward. He's so deep inside me that I'm seeing stars, pushing against nerves I didn't even know I had. I groan, my arms reaching out to touch his. My eyes flicker open and he's staring down at me, eyes dominant and hard, the look I give people when I'm about to fuck em up. Generally, I'd sock someone's face for looking at me like that, but right now it just makes me want him more. I'm not fucking used to being on the receiving end of that look. It's pretty fucking hot. My legs fall down to the bed, and his hand lands behind my neck, using the leverage to thrust harder.
It feels like he fucks me for hours. He fucks me until I can't feel my legs until I've nearly cum twice and my body's gone limp. He barely touches my cock before I'm spilling against him, my body quivering as I finally finish. Kelly holds down my hips as he cums, groaning loud enough to wake half the neighborhood. Part of me wants to beg him to keep going. Part of me wants it never to end. But most of me wants to get the fuck out of there and wash the gay off. I can't fucking believe I ended up here
again. This is no longer a one-time thing. He rolls off me, giving me a knowing grin as I jump off the bed like my ass is on fire.
"It's not happening again," I say seriously, pointing my finger at him in accusation.
"Alright, Gio." I flip him off, pulling on my clothes as fast as I can. "My sister's having a party here Friday. Bunch of high school kids doing shit they shouldn't. It'll be a shit-show. Want to come?"
"To your sister's high school party? I don't think so. I'm not your fucking girlfriend, Kelly."
"Her old douche boyfriend's bringing free weed and booze. I could use someone to laugh at the drunk idiots with me." I glance over at him. His tone's casual, but his body's kinda tense. Weird. What could a guy like Kelly have to be nervous about?
"No weird shit, right? Just hanging out? No-" I gesture wildly around the bedroom. "None of this?"
"Sure." My eyebrows lower.
"Swear?"
"I, Oliver Kelly, swear not to fuck you even if you get on your knees and beg me for it." I flip him off again.
"Fine. I'll come for the free weed. See ya, Kelly."
"Bye, Gio." I shoot him a last hard look and walk out, letting both of my middle fingers stay out behind me. Fucking Gio. Nobody calls me Gio. My mom called me Gionni, and when I was little, sometimes even now, Marco and Lina called me Gion. When Lina gets mad enough she calls me by my full name. But nobody's ever gone with Gio. I'm usually just G. Something about Gio gets under my skin.
5
Lina's waiting up for me when I get home, her arms crossed over her chest. I sigh and sit next to her, giving her a side-long glance.
"If I didn't do it, he'd have hit some other girl. He's a piece of shit, Lina, and if he doesn't learn now, he's never going to stop being a piece of shit."
"I know," she says. Her eye's still swollen and purple shadows are starting to grow under it. Those will get worse tomorrow. She's gonna be pissed. Her face is her favorite feature. "I just liked him. I thought he was one of the good ones." I sigh, throwing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.
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