Homo In Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 –

Weeks have passed since Giovanni and I… had that ‘moment’ together. To summarize what happened since then I’ll just start with morning.

I woke up first, being the morning bird I was, feeling utterly confused and dirty as I saw myth my own semen, dare I say it, splattered all over myself. I looked over to him and the night before flashed before my eyes. I was shivering in the memories of pleasure, lust, and sadly desire I had for him. It was strange, and I couldn’t cope with it. I felt so discombobulated and filled of woe.

I glanced down to see Giovanni, half naked, sleeping on my chest Shocked; I pushed Giovanni off of me, having him literally almost fall off it. I scurried off the couch and saw the mess before me. Oh dear god, I remember, Giovanni just gave me handjob last night.

I couldn’t help but blush bright red. Maddened by what happened yesterday, and a bit guilty for enjoying it so much. I could feel all my blood rushing to one area that needed dire attention to. Damn you morning wood, I cursed. I covered my crotch and knew I had to get some clothes on before Giovanni woke up.

As I slipped my clothes on I looked at Giovanni, only to see he hasn’t woken up yet. At the moment I was freaking amount, freaking out a lot. I didn’t want to face it but, he made me feel amazing, just miraculous. The way his fingers graze my skin, his tongue rolling across my chest, his fingers roughly or vigorously pumping me in a quick rhythm, it was all remarkable. But how would he react when he wake up to all of those memories? Would he be proud of it? Would he want more? Would he want our relationship to be like that? Would he think that we should be a thing now or-

“Shut up, oh please, god shut up John. John, shut the fuck up,” Giovanni groans getting up from the couch. He looks around and sees me staring at him wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. “Whoops, I thought you were talking batshit cracked, must be in my head.” He lets out a yawn and stretches his muscles. He shoves his hand down his pants to probably scratch his scrotum, or who knows what, then notices his absence of clothing.

He glances at me then back at his almost nude body.

“Shit must have been a party last night,” Giovanni groans standing up and adjusting his under garments.

“What do you mean party?” I ask raising an eyebrow.

“Not like you’ve ever been one. Not even to your own birthday party, since it was so lame. Anyways, I went too one before, I think, I went home on my new chick’s bike. Just met her when I went to work; she’s a new employee. She made me wear the helmet and everything. Gosh, she’s so hot. You should see her. Really nice tight ass, if I must say so myself. I’ll rap about it some other time. Besides, she took me to a party after my job and we just went at it and shit. She probably dropped me off home. After leaving the party I’m not sure what I did, oh well. I get black outs like a lot,” he snorts. “It’s normal for me.”

My eye twitches in anger.

“You know what I did last night? Since, it might just interest you in what I did last night. What I did last night could be described in just six very thought-provoking words accumulated into a very expressive sentence. Maybe you’d like to hear them; oh I’m sure you’d love to perceive them actually. Would you like to hear them?” I questioned trying to form a smile that couldn’t appear.

“Like I care,” he replies lying back down on the couch. “Did you like get your toothbrush lost in your teeth?”

I let out a snarl. “Well, to answer the question, even though you are clearly not interested in it whatsoever. I clearly was not doing you!” I screamed storming back into my room. That was where it ended. A fight, our first fight, regrettably I liked how it finished. I half expected him to not follow me. But he does.