Living In Denial boyxboy

The Aftermath

I feel like fucking, Bella Swan, looking in the mirror touching my small body, remembering what Edward, I meant Antonio did to me.

Then I remembered me slapping the shit out of him, before kissing him for what felt like seconds, but was actually for the next two hours, until we heard
my parents call from downstairs.

I moved faster than the speed of light, trying to get clothes on and Ant out of here.

Once I realized that the only way he could get out was to go downstairs and pass my parents, I started having a panic attack.

"Goldy, calm down. Just act natural, we can turn on some COD or GTA5 real quick. Start biting on your lips so, if your parents wonder why they are swollen, you can say you've been nervous because of our final exams and you picked up the habit of biting your lip." Antonio said smoothly. I never realized how nice his voice, until now. Like a smooth rumble.

He also looked mighty calm for a guy that was just sucking someone else off. I couldn't help, but wonder, if he'd done that to someone else.

I've never had a sexual experience  that I liked before, so I have nothing to compare it to, but perfection is a word that described the feeling of his mouth around my cock.

I loved the way his mouth was against mine, as we kissed for those two short feeling hours. I wanted more.

I want more.

But I don't.

I can't, I can't let him touch me the way he desires and the way I secretly desire, I don't care what my father says because I've already passed the line of being a faggot. That happened when I saw the video or maybe it happened before that.

When he did what he did. That's when it all began. When my father and Antonio's father decided to hate faggots. When they beat it into us to hate them too.

I refuse to let them influence me and they aren't. I'm making my own decisions. I refuse to let myself become, gay. I refuse to let Ant touch me like that again.

But that didn't work out did it, Ant kept touching me despite my weak protests, because he knew I wanted it.

He knew he could've taken advantage of me tonight, but he didn't. He pleasured me and left his self to suffer a serious case of blue balls. I felt honored and hate filled at the same time, not at Ant, but at myself.

I loved what he did to me, I'm disgusting. He could have anyone, everyone, but he chose me to terrorize.

"Goldy. Goldy." I heard Ant say. I snapped out of my thoughts to see him waving a hand in front of my face.

"What?" I snapped at him, irritated.

"While you thought about my mouth around, you're pretty, little cock, I set up the game station."

My hand lashed out at him, but he caught it, grabbing it and jerking me toward him. He leaned down and kissed me, just quick enough to swipe his tongue in and out, before releasing me.

I blushed from the tips of my toes to the root of my hair.

"You're so beautiful, Goldy," He whispered with a chuckle, before grabbing a controller and jumping on my bed.

I followed suit and then my parents were knocking at the door.

"Come in." I didn't say it loudly, but they heard me. Mom peeked around the door.

"You really need to learn how to answer when your name is being called-, oh, hello Antonio." My mom went from motherly frowning, to dazzling smile, when she noticed Ant sitting beside me.