Behind Drawn Curtains

Chapter 3

“Hey dude, can I come over after school?” Chris asked as he ran past me in the hallway only to skid to a stop a few feet from where I was standing.

“Nope,” I answered, trying to busy myself with the contents of my locker.

“Why not? Come on dude! It’s the last day of school, and your mom’s away to her sister again. What else do you have going on? Is it Cyndi Pepler?” Chris asked, winking, walking over to my locker and pushing his hair out of his eyes, trying his best to look cool.

“No. I just have things to do,” I answered, trying my best to sort out the hit that had accumulated in my locker over the past few months.

“You mean you have somebody to do?” Chris said sarcastically, eyeing Cyndi Pepler, a cute emo girl from across the hallway. Lately s*x was the only thing that Chris could talk about and since I’ve started hanging around Cyndi it has gotten even worse.

“Shut up Chris! Just shut the f**k up!”

The moment the words left my mouth I clasped my hands over my face, then I slammed the door of the locker and made my way to the nearest bathroom as fast as I possibly could. Leaving Chris with a stunned look on his face, not knowing what on earth he had said wrong.

Only when I was in the toilet cubicle did I allow myself to completely break down and start crying. How on earth could Chris have known that he really couldn’t come over today because I had someone I had to ‘do’? Because I do. James was waiting for me. He took the day off from work, and he was at home, waiting for me to get off the bus and meet him in my room, with some ideas that I never thought even he would come up with. As I was sobbing on the toilet floor I could not help replaying the events of the previous night in my head.

It was just after the eight o’clock news that I walked into the living room to find James on the couch, naked as the day he was born. He had become accustomed to the idea of just walking naked around the house when my mom was away somewhere, which happened a lot since she loved to be with her family and James always had some excuse for not getting off from work, and her having to go during school terms. Either he couldn’t take off because of something at work. And she always had to go in school time since plane tickets was so much cheaper outside of season. I guess I could have seen his logic, but let’s be honest. It was not about saving money for him.

Since my mom started entrusting James with me when she was away he would walk naked, and whenever he fancied it, I just had to fall to my knees and suck. The few times where I refused, or tried to stay out of his way for too long he had beaten me, and tied me up like that very first night and raped my mouth until the corners of my mouth tore. I wasn’t up for that after the third time it happened, so I just started obeying like the good little slut he often told me I was.

“Yeah boy… Have you come to look for your daddy’s milk?” he said as I entered the room. His hand went down to his shaft immediately, starting to get it hard and ready.

“Can Chris come and sleep over for the first week of the holidays?” I asked, ignoring his question as well as trying to avoid his hand and what he was doing with it.

“Well, well… I can’t see why not. He seems like a good kid, but what benefit am I getting out of this?” he asked, a smile forming around his mouth.

“I’ll suck you,” I said, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. Above all, he loved nothing more than me suggesting something, offering it, or asking for it.

“Don’t you think a week of no love between us is worth a bit more?” he asked, his smile growing even more.

I hated what he was doing to me. I had to literally exchange my body and my dignity in order to just have a friend over, and one week of rest for my body.

“I’ll do it now, before you go to sleep and again in the morning before school,” I said, knowing that is the highest bid I would go for just to get a week of rest.

“I have something else in mind,” he said with a smile, getting up and walking over to me.

James took my hand in his and led me over to the coach, sitting me down and then jumping up like an excited schoolboy to pop a DVD into the player. He sat down next to me, put his hand high on my thigh and started the video.

For the next twenty minutes I wanted to puke while James was making comments about how hot the two guys were on screen and how much tighter an anus looked compared to a v****a.

“I would really like to try that position.”

“Do you think you would be able to do that?”

“If we stretch you out a little beforehand you should be able to take that.”

He sat next to me, making comments all the way through while stroking himself slowly. When the video stopped he turned to me.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked.

“I think you are f*****g crazy,” I said, not being able to help myself anymore. This was absolutely insane. What those guys on the screen was doing wasn’t normal. It didn’t look like fun. It was nauseating to say the least.

“Sorry?” James said, his smile fading.

“No. I’m not doing that,” I said. I had had enough of this. It was time I started standing up for myself. For five solid years I had dreaded the idea of him wanting to do something like this to me. I wanted nothing of this. I knew that once he had done that once he would want to do that every f*****g night, and there was no way I was letting that happen.

“Tell you what… If you do that with me after school tomorrow, Chris can come over for the entire holidays. Your mom won’t mind. She won’t be back until school starts again. Think about it,” James said, the smile back on his face.

The entire school holidays without him touching me once. Almost six weeks of not having him come into my room, draw the curtains and make me swallow his slimy c*m. And all I had to do was give him my virginity in less than 24 hours. I would have done almost anything to keep him away from me for six whole weeks, but was I willing to go that far?

“Why don’t you think about it at least?” James said in his best parent voice, as if he was suggesting something that would really be good for me.

I took that as my cue to leave the room, but as I stood up to walk away I felt his hand on my arm.

“I meant you could think about it while sucking me off,” he said and before I knew it I was down on my knees in front of him.

I heard Chris come into the bathroom and I tried my best to keep my crying at minimal volume as he approached the cubicle door.

“E.J? Are you in there?” he asked. I could hear the concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” I said, trying my best to control my voice.

“What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all day,” Chris said, and I could hear that he really wanted to help, but how on earth could I tell him that I told my stepdad he could f**k my brains out after he came in and raped my mouth for the third time last night. That I made a decision to rather have my virginity taken once, than to be forced to swallow his sticky s**t a few times a day for the next few weeks, and not being able to see my best friend. I needed the rest goddammit, I needed the rest.

“’m fine,” I answered, once again trying my best to keep my voice steady, not wanting Chris to know how many tears I have already spent.

“You know you can tell me anything right?” Chris said, and I knew it was true. I was sure that I would be able to go to Chris and tell him everything. But I also knew Chris would want to help, and as my father already stated; if someone was ever to find out he would go to jail, and me, my mom and Keith would be out on the street with no money, no home, and nowhere to go. Yes, mom had her family, but she always came back exhausted, telling us that she would never be able to live the way they lived. That being poor was not her idea of living, and that she was lucky that she had a husband that could afford a guesthouse whenever she went away from home.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Then just tell me what’s going on E.J.,” Chris probed again, and once again I decided to keep my mouth shut and not say anything about what was about to happen to me in less than five hours.

“I can’t,” I answered, trying my best to wipe away my tears so that I could let him into the cubicle, or leave it myself.

“So there is something going on?” Chris asked.

“Yeah.”

“Will you let me into the cubicle?” Chris asked, and without thinking twice I unlocked the door and allowed him to squeeze in there with me, taking a seat on the ground across from me. There was so little space that out knees touched each other.

Immediately after taking a seat he leaned forward and wiped the remaining tears from my eyes, making me smile a little, although it did nothing to the knot that was still winding tighter and tighter inside my stomach.

“You sure you can’t tell me what’s going on?” he asked, and with his eyes staring into mine I almost spilled the beans just there and then but instead I answered: “Yep.”

“Does it have something to do with Cyndi?” he asked and I shook my head in disagreement.

“Okay… Nothing to do with Cyndi… Something concerning school?” he asked, but again I shook my head.

“Does it have something to do with me?” he tried again, and I thought just for a moment too long before I shook my head.

“So it is about me!” he almost cried. “Come on E.J., now you need to tell me. You can’t keep me in the dark about this.”

“It’s not about you,” I said, trying to get up, but struggling, losing my balance and ending up in the same position I was in.

“You can say it E.J. I won’t be mad. I promise,” Chris said, and at that moment I felt something on my hand. No, not on my hand; surrounding my hand. Holding my hand. Chris was holding my hand.

I could not say a word, but Chris was more than happy to break the silence.

“I like you E.J. From the first moment I saw you I liked you,” Chris said, his eyes twinkling.

“You’re gay?” I blurted out. I had no idea. There was nothing to ever indicate that he was gay. Nothing at all.

“Yeah… Aren’t you?” Chris asked, his eyes now looking worried.

“No,” I said as I stood up, pulling my hand out of his. This time I didn’t lose my balance as I pulled open the cubicle door and slammed it into Chris’s knee in an attempt to get out.

“E.J!?” I heard my name being yelled after me as I ran out of the bathroom and down the hallway, shoving kids out of my way as far as I went. All I needed was to get away from everybody and everything.