Behind Drawn Curtains

Chapter 2

I made a new friend just before I turned thirteen. It wasn’t that I didn’t have any friends before that, but when your thirteen things start changing. You become a teen. You start seeing the people around you as more than just normal human beings. You start knowing that you either like or dislike someone. That you like their personality or you don’t. And that was exactly what happened the day when I was eating my lunch at school under the swing.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

He was the most beautiful person I have ever seen. He had this amazing smile and dimples that complimented his bright blue eyes and his messy dark hair. I started looking around immediately to see if he was talking to someone else, but there wasn’t another kid in sight.

“No,” I said, moving up a little to make space for the new kid.

“Christopher,” he said holding out his hand. “But everybody just calls me Chris. I just moved here over the winter.”

“E.J.,” I answered taking his hand. No matter how beautiful he was, I had made it my mission in the past two years to stay away from anything that was male. I knew how their brains worked. They wanted nothing but your body. They wanted you to please them. They wanted to take away your innocence, humiliate you, and then leave with words of love as you stay behind and clean the mess.

“Is that short for something?” Chris said, desperately trying to make conversation.

“Elliot Johnathan,” I answered, and took a bite out of the sandwich my mom packed me for lunch.

“Why are you sitting here all alone? All the other kids are in the cafeteria,” he asked, taking out his lunch as well and started eating.

“I like being outside,” I said, still hoping that he would just stop taking and leave.

“Me too. Maybe we could be friends?” His eyes were hopeful.

“Maybe,” I answered as the bell rung and I was saved from further conversation.

As it turned out Chris was a year older than me, and therefore also a grade above me, but that did not bother him. That very afternoon he walked me home, although I will joke for the rest of my life that he followed me home and I decided to keep him out of pity. The rest, as they say is history as we became best friends. We shared everything and anything. We played video games, listened to music and jumped on my bed while singing to the latest pop music that came out on YouTube. For my birthday James took us to go and watch a hockey game and took us to eat out afterwards. James slept over in my room that night and for the first time in two years I did not need to clean a sticky mess off my body. Chris became my hero that night.

For two night a week I had off as I was either sleeping over at Chris’s house, or he was sleeping at my place, although we early on decided that my place was better. Chris’s alcoholic mother made things a bit difficult when she started crying about her life by nine in the evenings, wanting to tell us how she had to leave Chris’s father after he had an affair with some floozy. She would cry about it all night, wanting us to listen to her repeating the same story over and over into the dead of the night. And although I would take that over waking up with James on top of me any night, James was on his best behavior when Chris was there, so when I was sleeping in my own bed at least Chris got a break as well as me.

Then came the news that my mom was going away for a few days. She was taking Keith with her but there was no way I could go with while she went to nurse my one aunt who had a terrible fall and operation. I had to stay because of school, and I shouldn’t worry so much, because James loved me so much and he would take care of me.

He came to me again the night after my mom left, just as I knew he would. I was awake, waiting for him. When he entered my bedroom he was already naked, ready for action.

“Get out of bed,” James said as he entered the room and walked over to my curtains to draw them shut as I saw him doing many times in the past.

“What?” I asked. He had never asked me to get out of bed before. He usually preferred me in bed.

“I said, get the f**k out of bed,” he repeated. “And take off your clothes,” he added as I slipped from my bed, my hands shaking in fear.

“You’re really turning into a man hey,” James said, his hands everywhere on me as I took off my clothing. “You have really grown.”

He pinched my n*****s which distorted my face in pain, but I did not make a sound. I knew very well what would happen when I tried to make a sound.

“Now get down on your knees,” James instructed, pressing down on my shoulders until I was the same height as his manhood.

I knew what was coming but I didn’t want to believe it. I have heard of this. I knew that one day he would probably want me to do this, but I hoped that he would stop. That he would never try and do this to a child. To me. He said that he loved me. This could not have been love.

“Now open your mouth,” James instructed. The little smile that he kept for when he suggested something new playing on his face.

I opened my shaking mouth, but as soon as I saw it coming closer I shut my mouth again, not able to bare the idea of putting that… thing in my mouth.

“Please… Don’t…” I pleaded, aware of the tears now streaking down my face. “Please… I don’t want… Please…”

“Shut up and suck it!” he instructed. I had never seen James like this. Towering above me and speaking loud and demanding. He had never done that before, probably because he knew that my mom would hear him, but she wasn’t here now. He could do whatever he wanted with me and there was nobody here to hear or see what was going on behind drawn curtains.

With shaking jabs, struggling to keep my mouth open, I brought my mouth closer to him, his smile growing with every inch I got closer…

“I can’t!” I cried as I jumped up, ready to run and get away from this situation.

SLAP!

I could feel the burning on my cheek, my entire face felt as if it was exploding.

“You will get on your knees and you will suck! Do you hear me!?” James yelled and pushed me down to the ground, my back connecting painfully with the bed behind me as he forced himself into my mouth and started rocking back and forth with speed into my mouth.

With every push he gave I gagged, trying to catch my breath, but it was impossible. The thing was too big and the oxygen getting passed it just wasn’t enough. My cheek was still throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the pain I felt in my throat and the corners of my mouth where it felt like he was tearing me apart. And no matter how much I tried with feeble attempts to push him away or how much I cried, he just kept going until he grunted and started shooting the sticky, slimy business into my mouth.

He pulled away, trying to get out of the way, but not fast enough as my body shook violently and I vomited onto the carpet and over one of his feet, trying to get rid of the slimy stuff that was forced down my throat.

“It’s always a little gross the first time, but you’ll get used to it. As soon as you’re used to it you’ll really enjoy it. I promise,” James said looking down at me, standing on all fours, still trying to exorcise the demons from my body.

I struggled to catch my breath as he said: “Just remember I love you the most. And if you clean all of this up like a good boy I might return the favor tomorrow night and show you how it’s supposed to be done.”

He left my room with a smile on his face, happy and satisfied, while I stayed behind trying to get the sticky out of my mouth and wondering how the hell I was supposed to get all the vomit out of the carpet without leaving a stain.

I hoped that what happened that day would never happen again, but it did. The next night he came back and showed me how to do it. He sucked me until I came, proud of how much I enjoyed it, although I hated my body even more for responding to something I did not want. After that I had to return the favor as well. And I swallowed. This time I didn’t choke. I did not vomit. I just swallowed and got it over with. This feat bought me a flat screen TV for my room.

It happened again, and again, and again. Day in, day out. Week in, week out. Month in and month out. By the time I turned sixteen I could suck c**k better than anybody I have ever met and probably would ever meet in my life. They don’t call it a blowjob for nothing, and I worked until my jaw was aching to satisfy him enough so that he would never come up with an even more extreme idea. I sucked and worked a full week, with only weekends off when Chris came to sleep over and wonder why I woke up in the middle of the night, screaming, because I was too used to first having to be used before I could sleep. So when he didn’t come to my room, I woke up full of anxiety, wondering when he would arrive, naked in my doorway.