The Kiss that Opened my Door

"Jeremy. . . No. . . St-. . . Stop!" I burst into tears, as Jeremy slid his soft big hands across my body while bitting my chest. "I-. . . It hurts. . . Stop."
"It sounds like you are enjoying it. And your body is responding so well. . . Look how your brief are slowly rising." His low-pitched voice mumbled in my ear, making me quiver.
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5. Sour Airheads

"Did you seduce my Uncle Steve? Or are you that attractive and just hide it by acting this way?" A guy said that is a relative to the preacher asked me. His cold words made me a little teary eyed but I didn't let it show.

It was a week after that incident happened at the church. I thought it will be just like Law and Order SVU, but it wasn't like what I saw on the show. I thought I would cry on the witness stand but I didn't. What happened didn't effect me at all after that. And there was no bickering between two lawyers. It was just, 'Guilty.'

"Leave me alone please." I begged, nervously. Jeremy is not in this class, he hates music classes.

"Why? Do you think that I am going to rape you too? You're not special so you need to stop where you are."

"Jonathan!" The music teacher snapped. She was searching for music sheets for us to look over and then answer questions. She gave him a stare, and he sat back to his seat.

I was in the front so there was no way I could hide myself. And I asked multiple times to move back but she said, 'Where I put you is where you are going to stay.' And since I am in the front, and I never raise my hand, she automatically picks me while there are like fifty hands up in the air, desperate to answer the stupid question.

Finally after the class was over I rushed into the hallways to beat the crowed, I don't want to be bumped into at all. I hurried into the bathroom; seeing myself in the mirror is a no go for me. All I did was lay my back against the wall, and waited for the hall to clear up a bit.

School was over and I slowly walked to my car. I was struggling to unlock my car with my keys, but when I finally got it, I felt more relaxed.

When I opened the door and started to crouch down, I felt a hard grip on my arm.

"Were you trying to avoid me?" Jeremy asked me, his face was full of concern.

"No. . ." I combed my hair with my fingers. "No, I just want to go home."

"So that's a yes. I really missed you. I mean I'm your boyfriend, so you can depend on me."

I looked at him, then removed his grip on my arm. "That's the point. I always have depended on you, my mom, and my sister. And I am not thinking about that anymore. I passed all that." I looked around, seeing people getting in their car and leaving. I wanted to give him a kiss but I couldn't. "I like you Jeremy."

He smiled and came closer to me, almost touching his chest to mine. "Do you want to hangout right now?" He whispered into my ear.

It didn't even take me a second to decide. "Alright."

"Well take my car."

We drove in his car and got something to eat. We talked and laughed. . . Well close to the end. He thought that I wasn't over with the whole molest thing, and wanted to talk it out.

So while he held my hand, I told him what happened.

With every word I said, I could feel him squeeze my hand a little. But I just knew that he cared about me.

"So tomorrow is my basketball game. Bring some comfortable clothing to change into."

I smiles and looked at my thighs. "Okay I will. But if you lose then it will be a waste of my money."

"What about time? And all your money will be going to the snack counter."

"I mean watching you play will speed up time. And I already planned on what to get."

He reached over and kissed me on my lips. I blushed as I looked around the outside the car.

"I like you Zachary."

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Jeremy took me back to school to get my car. He insisted on waiting for me until I drove off, but I told him no.

I drove home, and when I got out of the car my mom was outside watering the plants.

"Where were you I was worried." She asked in concern." She walked over to the hoes to turn it off. When she turned it off she walked towards me.

"I was with Jeremy." I said back while trying to walk to the house.

She stopped me by putting her hand on my chest. "Okay, but tell me okay. You usually tell me when you are coming home late. And if you need Jeremy to talk to, about. . . You know. Then by all means. Even if it's at three o'clock in the morning."

I looked at my mom and smiled, " Okay."

I walked into the house expecting my dad complaining about something, but instead he was looking at the television agreeing to the people on it. I felt more concern about my dad than me.

I walked to him and asked what he was watching.

"I don't know what its called, but they are talking about how the taxes are too high in this country. And I agree one-hundred percent. We need more smart people in this world. We already have to much dumbasses here." With every couple of words, he would point to the t.v.

"Oh. . . Okay dad, keep up with the whole tax thing then." I started to walk off but I stopped when dad called my name. "Yes?"

"I know that I'm not the best person to talk to. But if you need to talk to someone. Please let me be a choice of people to talk to."

I nodded my head and left. I didn't know he was that type of person. In all my years I didn't know?! Maybe I am a bad son. Or he is just good at hiding it.

I hurried in to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror.

'Did you seduce my uncle Steve? Or are you that attractive and just hide it by acting this way?' I remembered as I looked at myself. Attractive? I've never seen myself as attractive. Childish, maybe. Evil, maybe. But never attractive. And I can't believe he said the word attractive. Maybe he thinks I am. And if he thinks I am then other people may think I am. But I don't care about other people. Just Jeremy.

I quickly got out of the shower, and in my bed room to see Jeremy sitting down on my bed on his phone. I hurried up and covered my whole body with my jacket that was sitting on my computer chair.

"What are you doing here?" I asked frantically.

"What are you doing without a towel?" He asked back, accompanied with a laughed.

"There was non in the bathroom so I ran to my room, before I was seen naked. But apparently, I've been caught. Now why are you here?"

"I just wanted to study with you."

I looked at him with a stern look because I knew that was a lie.

"Okay okay. Your mom called and said that if you feel like you need a friend," He pointed to himself. "Then you can come visit me. . . I mean them. . . At anytime of the day or night when you feel like you need to. So. . . I'm taking advantage of this moment to hang out with you and to get out of the house."

"Okay so what do you want to do?" I asked as I collected the clothes to put on.

"I really want to make out with you. Because all we do is kiss and hold hands." He told me very slowly. Looking at me very closely to see my reaction.

I put on my clothes without talking and looking at him. Then I walked over to him and kissed him. Slipping my tongue in.

He reacted and gripped his hand on to my shoulder. He pulled me in closer by grabbing my butt.

I thought of my dream. I pulled from his grasp and ran to the door, locking it.

I ran back to him, forcing him to lay down. I was on top of him, chest to chest. I felt his heartbeat, which made mine speed up.

"I like you Zachary." He whispered in my ear.

He rolled me over to where my back was to the bed and he was one top of me. After that he just stared at me, heavily breathing.

His hand went underneath my shirt, gliding it against my chest. I became nervous and pulled his hand away.

"I don't feel comfortable." I told him. He got off of me and sat on the other end of the bed.

"Is it because I've had sex with just girls, or is it because we are going to fast?" He asked quickly, sounding like he had an attitude.

"What's your problem? I'm just not ready. I'm still a virgin on both ends, and I'm a guy."

He looked at me and scooted in closer. Placing his big hands on my arm, covering it. "I'm sorry. It's just that, I wanted to go far with you tonight. I mean, I've been holding back. And now since we have the opportunity, I thought I could have you."

I squeezed his leg, and his shorts felt tight on him. I then looked down to see. . . Ah shit. . . His boner. "Um."

"I- I'm sorry." He apologized as he started to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going? Come back." I demanded him.

"I'll be right back. Imma take care of this right quick."

"I'll take care of it." I responded quickly. Wanting to do this for awhile now. And now I finally have the chance. I slowly began to regret it, with every step he took towards me.


"Do you want me to change my mind!"

"Whoa! No! I'm just surprised."

He sat on the bed as I pulled down his shorts. Just admiring it. I've never seen it. Just felt it. I pulled it out of his briefs, and began I stroke it.

I've finally got to see what it looks like, and just seeing it made me feel hot.

I looked up to see Jeremy looking at me. I smiled and placed my tongue on it. Just to feel what it feels like.

I put it all in my mouth. Feeling it grow. I could hear Jeremy moan, and breathing heavily.

I felt his hand grasping my hair, stroking it. Every couple of seconds his grip would tighten on my hair. Letting me know that he's allmost there.

He came in my mouth. Not giving me heads up, or asking me if I wanted it there.

"I'm so sorry! I couldn't help it. It came out so suddenly." He frantically apologized.

I used my hand to wipe my tongue, still feeling the texture of it in my mouth. "It's okay. Are you staying over to night?" I asked trying to avoid taking about what just happened.

"You want me to leave?" he responded. He got the wrong idea.

"No no no. I want you to stay tonight. In the same bed as me." I explained to him.

"Oh, okay. . . Do you want me to do the same thing to you?"

"No it's okay. I just want you to lay beside me tonight."

"Alright. And one question."

"What is it?" I asked in curiosity.

"Have you given someone a blowjob before?"

Really?! Do he think I am that type of person?! "No. You're my first." I told him straight up.

"I didn't mean to offend you."

"You didn't." I kicked him off my bed. . . Well I tried.

"Why you do that for?!" He asked laughing.

"Go take a shower." I demanded him.

"Alright I'll be right back."

All night long. While we slept in the same bed. I've been thinking, that. I can't wait anymore. I want him. He's already mine, but it doesn't feel like it because no one knows about it. So tomorrow after the game. He's going to take me. Then I will feel that he's truly mine.

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I haven't taken a bus since the incident, because I don't want to see an extra thirty-somethin' people a day. I already see enough. And I can take my precious time in the morning.

I woke up with Jeremy spooning me. I don't want up go to school today, but, Jeremy had his game and I don't want to miss it. I mean it's after school and I could just wait until then. But I know that I would change my mind and not go.

"Alright Jeremy get up." I told him, sitting up and rubbing my face.

"Man. Just five more minutes." He responded. His voice croaky.

"Fine then I might change my mind."

"About what?" I had caught his attention, as he sat up fast.

"Well after the game. . . When you win. I wouldn't mind if. . . You, um, use your little buddy down there." I pointed at his crouch.

"Really?!" He jumped up off the bed, and grabbed his bag of clothes.

I was surprised that he got dressed quickly. As I was still in my pajamas, still sitting at the edge if the bed.

"Hurry up, so we can eat breakfast." He told me.

"Okay. First off I can eat in my pajamas. And second, I don't eat breakfast this early in the morning. You do." I snapped. As he had the nerve to tell me to hurry up.

He walked over to me and kissed me on my forehead. "Sorry."

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After school. I headed to the bathroom to change my clothes. Jeremy gave me fan clothes. . . Or spirt clothes . . . I don't care. Anyway he gave them to me and said that I need to cheer him on.

I got out of the bathroom after I changed my clothes. I walked in to the gym and sat in the bleachers.

It got packed real quick, as I regret not sitting at the bottom. There was a child pulling at my hair, and the mother just said that he like me. Creepy enough? Then the baby was crying because he could have the damn camera.

While the game went on. I sat down the whole time, while every time our team made a slam? The crowed would get up. Geez it's only high school basketball what's the big deal?!

I got hungry so I decided to go to the snack counter and get some sour airheads. I was lucky to not fall down the bleachers.

I was walking out of the gym, when I felt a really strong pain in my head and my side.

I heard yelling, not the yell from cheering, but the yell of fear.

"Zachary!!!!!" I heard a familiar voice say. "Can you not fall on people you dumbass???!!!"

I opened my eyes, and saw people hovered around me. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to get up, but someone's hand was weighing me down.

"Don't get up too fast now." Someone told me.

"No I'm fine." I responded back. My vision getting more clear, the dizziness going away.

I sat up slowly, and looked at the crowd of people staring at me.

"Zachary, are you okay?" The concern Jeremy asked me pulling me up from the floor.


"That stupid guy fell into you."

"No it's my fault. I walked in the dark blue line." I pushed him away, and tried to keep my balanced.

I walked out of the gym slowly and walked to the bathroom. Someone followed me in there just incase something bad happened to me.

I stared at myself, and touched my side. It hurt every time I touched it.

"Are you okay?" The man asked me as he just stood there.

"Yeah I'm okay. Thank you, I'm fine now. You can go back to the game."

"Alright. But if you feel like you need to go to the hospital just ask okay?"


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I waited outside. Leaning against Jeremy's car. Unable to get inside because it was locked. I didn't want to go back in there because I didn't want people to start asking me if I was okay.

"Why are you out here in the cold?!" Jeremy asked as he ran to me.

"Did you win?"

"Don't dodge the question. Get in the car. I'm taking you home."

"Are we still going to do it?" I asked him. Hoping that he will say yes. I've been waiting all day for it. And if he says no then I don't know what to do.

"I don't know. I want you but, you're hurt, I don't think it's a good idea."

"I'm fine I promise! It only hurts a little." I grabbed his arm and pulled him close to me.

He just stared at me. "Your face is purple from where he slammed into you." He lifted up my shirt. The light from the stage lights from the football field were bright enough to light up the dark night. "And look, it's purple here to. We can wait a little longer. I don't feel like doing it tonight. I'm tired, and I want to rest."

"But. . ."


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