Homo In Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 11

Dear by god I must warn you of the mature parts in this story. Now let's see, should you take my advice and leave if you can't handle man on man action. Now then, if you do, please tell me if it's good. This would really be my first time doing a love scene, that I am quite proud of my child, and you see I hope you don't get mad whatsoever. Now. Manly love shall commence soon. So yeah. Have fun.

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Chapter 11 –

“When d-d-did you get back?” I stammered feeling a bit woozy. 

“Oh, that’s the first time you ask when you’re pregnant, might I emphasize on pregnant, girlfriend walks in and sees you making out with some bimbo?” Lacy shouts throwing her hands in the air, and letting her luggage she was carrying a few seconds before drop to the ground. “Well guess what, I got back three days ago! Yeah! I was planning to be all forgiving on you but no look here! Cheating again! John you backstabbing lowlife little piece of mongrel f-“

“There are kids in this place!” Taylor barked literally shaking in her heels. 

“Oh, a bimbo shouldn’t have the right to talk about being Rated-PG! I saw you John making out with her! Oh god, I can’t believe I was going to forgive you! Ungrateful!” she screeched now punching me in the arm.

“It’s not what it l-l-looks like Lacy! I’m just hanging out w-with friends,” I say lowering my tone to a whisper. 

“Why don’t you two calm down and take it outside,” Alyssa suggested.

“Yes exactly, w-we should talk in p-privacy,” I agree.

“Oh, who is this? Is she another one of your slutbuckets? Huh? I bet she does all that dirty crap to you eh? John, I don’t give a bloody ass whether or not we should take this fucking outside because right now I don’t feel like taking this damn thing outside!” Lacy yelped back with so much frustration and anger written on her face. 

“Excuse me slutbucket? Honey, you look like you just coated yourself with caramel colored shit that came from a bucket. Now why don’t you get out of here before I wipe the shit off of you?” Alyssa threatened.

“Oh getting tough with me eh slutbucket?” Lacy shouted back.

“I told you; don’t call me a bloody slut bucket!” Alyssa screeched. 

Once we were all literally kicked out of the restaurant it looked as though Alyssa and Lacy were going to have a cat fight! (A word Giovanni taught me not to long ago) I stepped between them yet only met a fist on both sides of my cheek.

“Fuck you John, fuck you!” Lacy screams storming away. 

Peter shoved the luggage against my chest and tells me the right thing to do is chase after her. So I do. I run after Lacy and keep hearing her say curse words and other unimaginable things. Still I chased her down the streets and crossroads, by golly the girl could stomp away! No matter how hard I tried to call out to her she only screamed. So of course, we hit China town and I caught her wrist. Once I had cornered her she just pushed me and began hitting me on the chest. 

“John why?!?” she shouted crying. 

I could look on her with the two luggage tucked under both of my arms. I couldn’t say anything to her, so all I did was cry too. I tried to hug her but she pushed me away. She started screaming and thrashing like a child drubbing her fists against my chest and unremittingly crying. I stood there and let her hit me again and again. I couldn’t bear to say anything, since it was really my fault; I mean I shouldn’t have thought it was acceptable to give Taylor a peck on the cheek in the first place…