Straight as Guitar Strings

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟭 [𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵] 🔞

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content with explicit language which may not be suitable for very young readers.

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I WOKE up late in the morning, bombarded with messages from Bob. Different kinds of long messages but all with the same thought, that he felt sorry about last time and he's inviting me to go out because it's Valentine's Day.

After replying to his messages and agreeing to meet him, I took a shower and dressed up. We agreed to meet at the mall. I kept my outfit simple, almost as if I wasn't going on a date. I just wore my plain black oversized shirt and ripped blue jeans. Instead of shoes, I opted for Crocs.

I wore a black face mask to avoid being recognized easily. I also brought a black cap just in case I saw someone I knew who might recognize me even with a mask on. You know, I'm not that openly gay so the best thing I could ever do was to master my skills when it comes to hiding my gender and keeping my relationship as discreet as possible.

After ages, I reached the mall which was crowded as expected. I headed to the fourth floor where Bob had been waiting for me for almost two hours. I smiled as I passed by McDonald's, remembering Leo's treat last night. I really appreciated that he made an effort to talk to me. I forgot that I was sulking because I always felt out of place with him and Grace during band practice.

If it wasn't the couple I was with, I was the third wheel or Sir Richard's son who wasn't talkative, quite nonchalant. After a while, I was on the fourth floor. I didn't take the escalator or elevator; I took the stairs to shake off my sleepiness.

Bob greeted me with a hug and handed me a box containing a gift, of course, it's Valentine's today. I apologized for not buying anything. He said it was okay. To make up for being a worthless boyfriend, I paid for our tickets, popcorn, and drinks. I let him choose the movie he wanted to watch.

After everything was settled, we entered the cinema, it was dark and only the big screen illuminated our path. He said we should sit at the back where there weren't many people. I just followed him.

Time passed, minutes or I don't know how long it had been, but it seemed like we were halfway through the movie. In the middle of the movie, which I didn't understand because I was chatting with Leo and the bandmates, of course, I didn't show or let Bob read the messages because he would probably get mad.

Later again I felt him place his hand on my thigh, slowly stroking and stimulating until he was opening my zipper. When he got my pants down, he made my cock hard by rubbing it softly then palming it roughly, down and up.

He knelt down in front of me and freely licked the tip of my cock without fear of being caught in this treacherous place. I just let him do his blowjob for me and I just ate popcorn while he was enjoying my dick and balls.

While he was kissing me, I continued to chat in our band's group chat until Leo sent me a direct message. He sent a funny video from TikTok and I couldn't stop laughing while watching it.

But my laughter turned into screams and pain when Bob bit my cock. He did it so badly that his teeth almost sunk in. I screamed in pain and cursed him.

"You're not even paying attention to what we're doing!" he exclaimed, delivering a sharp slap to my thigh. It stung like hell, irritating!

"Damn it, why would you bite? It hurts bitch! Fucking hurts! And we're in a cinema, not some sleazy motel! You know what, Bob, let's just break up!" I blurted out in anger and pain, finally letting out the words I'd been holding back for so long.

"Love, wait. What do you mean we're breaking up?" He stood in front of me, causing him to block the big screen. His voice trembled, shocked by what I said, and tears seemed to well up in the corners of his eyes.

I stood up too and gently pushed him aside to create a path. I repeated what I said and made it clear what I wanted to convey. "Break, Bob! We're breaking up. You're not my boyfriend. I'm not your boyfriend. Anymore! Break up! Do you get it?"

"Why? Is it because of that fucking... Leo!?" he asked, his voice trembling, and I already expected that was the first thing that came to his mind.

Speechless. I just swallowed hard.

"Why can't you answer?" he said, moving closer to me. I wish I knew the answer, Bob, but I don't!

I faced him with courage and stepped towards him, "NO! BECAUSE OF YOU. BECAUSE OF ME. BECAUSE OF US! I'M NOT HAPPY ANYMORE. I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING BETWEEN US." I said that maybe we're not meant for each other. I've hurt him so many times, and we always end up hurting each other. He'll find someone better than me. Everything I couldn't say, I let it all out to him now.

I closed my zipper upon hearing various gasps and sounds of silence, quieting down our argument before I bid him a proper goodbye, in a soft voice so as not to disturb the spectators. I told him not to follow me or plead anymore.

He's already crying as I turned away and walked away. All I could hear was him calling out my name, crying, begging me not to leave.

I could hear his sobs, cries, and pleas begging me not to leave, but it seemed like I went deaf due to my own decision as my feet continued to walk away until I realized I was already outside the mall, alone and away from him, finally.

I glanced down at my hand, holding the gift he gave me. I don't know what possessed me to open it. Inside were a love letter, a plethora of chocolates, a watch, a necklace, and a ring. I took the love letter and tried to read and feel what he had written, but nothing really registered. I crumpled it up and tossed it into the nearest trash bin.

I walked towards the street to hail a taxi or bus. An old man approached me, coincidentally begging for alms. I handed him Bob's gift. It was a large box, surely enough to feed him with chocolates or his children. He could also sell the watch, necklace, or ring inside. It wouldn't matter to me anymore what he'd wanted to do with it. I didn't need any of it though.

I waved at the approaching bus I spotted, but I was surprised when a man on a motorcycle stopped right in front of me. When he lifted the visor of his helmet and honked his horn repeatedly, I peered closely at his motorcycle and immediately recognized him.