Homo In Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 20

Ah yes, John, you go do that. You readers will understand. You all will.

OKAY SECOND TIME I'M DOING GIOVANNI'S POINT OF VIEW.  Yes, a few have asked me why does Giovanni use that asterisk sign? It's more like his quirk? Yeah, I just felt that it was the way he would do it. He would just kinda put his little comments next to his comments. Hehe, Giovanni you're so weird.

Anyways, oh look MORE UPDATE ON FEELINGS. Alright, good. 

**Notes at the end**

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Chapter 20 –

Sooner or later, I dispersed from the group, running away from John and the rest to go get some alcohol and down myself in the sweet poison. I walked around and finally settled into a group.

“Hey there good looking,” a girl greeted me as she walked over. “What’s your name, I must know so I could scream it later.” I scoffed at her horrible pick up line but didn’t mind the attention. She probably had C-cups, from what I could see, which was almost everything. Not to mention her ass was pretty nice. So I let the horrible pick up line slide.

*Not really, she just seemed not so hot after that pick up line... Still hot though.

“Giovanni Hancock,” I winked.

“Oh, I can handle that cock if you get what I mean, my name is Roxanne Henderson.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that, nice to meet you Roxanne.”

I leaned closer to her, and of course she leaned closer, pressing her goodie bits all up against me. I soon didn’t mind going to this party. Yeah, I was invited but I only planned on John coming. But that plan was all fucked up when he started inviting everybody. But who am I to deny his request on Alyssa and Taylor? Fine with me, the two can come. But then he brings Johnny?

*Fuck that noise.

“You’re pretty cute, you single?” she questioned wrapped her arms around my waist. “Would that even matter?” I chuckled pressing my lips against hers. “Not at all mister Handy Cock,” she slurred. And after that line was thought we started making out.

Well, yes, I just met her. And now we’re making out. Like I told John, I don’t need a number. They get their drunk courage and finally just walk up to me and we hit it off.

I’d say she was 3 out of 5, since she had this piercing in her tongue and it was seriously uncomfortable to feel against my tongue. When I grabbed her round rear it felt flat compared to John’s. What the fuck was that? Why was I thinking about John?

*I tried to move that thought of my mind, but when I thought about John it didn’t stop.

The way he laughed, the way he smiled, just the way he breathed goddamn. I missed it. I missed it so much. But here I am, making out with some dirty blonde with love handles that are tucked away neatly in her sleeves. Why? Because… Because I am scared of being a relationship since I truly believe it might not work. That was the effect of my horrible childhood.

*Fuck, why was I thinking about this when I was making out with a hot chick?

Her hands find its way around my neck and pull me in closer. She soon led me to a wall, and I found myself grinding against her. She lets out soft moans in my mouth as she lets soft moans that hum in my mouth. She hops up to straddle me, which forces my hands to firmly grab her ass to support her.