THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

30: The Confrontation.

CARL'S POV.

I was floating in a sea of pleasure, every inch of his cock buried inside me. Tears of bliss blinded my vision and my short nails dug into the flesh of his muscular back as he ferried me to heaven with each glorious thrust. Cries and grunts of pleasure emanated from my throat and sweat oozed from every pore on my skin. Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, my dick bouncing and slapping my stomach as he fucked me deliciously. My eyes connected with his, diving into his soul which opened its arms to me. Embracing me, like its owner. I saw him and he saw me. Made me feel alive, happy, content and safe. Having sex with him was like eating my favorite ice cream. Addictive, delicious, orgasmic.

For years I replayed how my first time would feel and it turned out better. It was pure bliss. Five star worthy. Heavenly.

Until my mother barged in on us.

That's when my colorful world of sex turned cold, dark and full of shame.

The look in her eyes when she saw me naked, in bed with Gavin is something that will forever be engraved in my memory. Repulsion was painted on her face. Never did she imagine that she would ever walk in on her good little son moaning in bliss while having sex with a boy. I tainted her eyes. Broke her. She will never see me the same way. Her sweet innocent, God-fearing son is no more.

"Mom, I can explain." The words managed to leave my trembling lips. Terror, clawing at my skin. As though trying to maintain whatever dignity was left of me, I held the bed covers to nakedness. Hiding any trace of skin. Gavin just sat there, not worried that most of his body was on display. I wish I had half of his audacity.

"Is this why you switched off your phone? So that you can do this satanic and despicable act? You have laid with a boy. Broken the commandments of the Lord. What can you say that will erase what I just walked into? I cannot begin to describe how disgusted and disappointed I am in you right now." Emotions flowing through her like a waterfall, she addressed me.

"Mom please..." I started but she cut me off.

"Was it my fault? Didn't I raise you right? Didn't I teach you right from wrong? Then how did you turn out like this? Just how? I can't even look at you right now. I am so ashamed to call you my son. So disappointed that I gave birth to you." She spat.

Every word that left her lips was like arrows, impaling my heart over and over, causing it to bleed. Tears which had gathered in my eyes, started cascading my cheeks. I was safer being in the closet. It was better to pretend to be straight because then, she wouldn't have expressed her abhorrence. I would be her sweet son and she would be proud of me.

"Are you really sure that Carlito is your son? Because you wouldn't have said all the hurtful things you just did. You claim to have taught him good morals but that's bullshit. Because you never taught him how to be himself. How to accept and embrace who he is. All this time, your son has sacrificed his happiness for you. He has had to hide who he is to make you happy. But all you have done is demand for more each time. You have made him a prisoner of your wishes. Then when he chooses to finally accept himself for who he is, you judge and make him feel like shit. Well guess what, you are the worst mother on the fucking planet." Gavin's speech left me speechless. Pride bubbled inside me. He had stood up to my homophobic mother.

"Gavin Mileford, this is none of your business. It's between my son and me. So stay out of it." Anger spilled from her threat.

"It is my business because I am his boyfriend. You mess with him, you mess with me."

Did he just make our relationship official? That too in the presence of my mom. Gavin, if I wasn't already into you, I believe I am now. 1000% into you.

"You have tainted my son. He was pure before he met you. You are the devil that was sent to doom his soul. It is because of you that he is going to burn in hell." My mom stated, tears of anger fleeing her eyes.

"Don't you ever grow tired of being a hypocritical bitch? You think I don't know all the shit you have been up to with the church money that my family donates every month? I know how much you steal from the treasury then cook the books to cover your tracks. Principal Lucifer, I know all about your unholy activities so don't pretend that you are righteous. Coz you are a fucking thief."

Gavin's accusation left me shocked to the core. For the past few months, my mom has been ordering expensive things online. First it was the dresses then the Louboutin heels, jewelry, designer hand bags and a bunch of other stuff. She even started going to the spa on Saturdays. Her meagre salary can barely afford to pay for any of those stuff. Could Gavin be right? That she is paying for her expensive accessories using the church donations. Does dad know about this?

"You are lying! I would never steal money from the house of God!" She spat, defensively.

"I have all the financial statements that reflect how money goes towards church projects. My parents who are sponsors of the church tasked me with monitoring the funds that are allocated to the church, every month. It is how I was able to find irregularities in the reports." Listening to him intelligently address the topic brought a smile to my face. I have never seen this side of him. It was attractive.

"Carl are you going to sit there and let him insult me? Your own mother. Aren't you going to say something?" Her gaze shifted to me.

"What should I say? That you are not guilty of theft? Mom numbers don't lie. If Gavin confirmed the theft allegations then yes, you are a thief." Confidence surged through me as I addressed her.

"You are not my son. He has turned you against me. He is a demon can't you see that?" She was cornered, defeated and her only defense was guilt tripping me. She has always managed to get in my head. To make me feel like shit about the choices I make. But not anymore. I am done hiding who I am because of her. I am done second guessing every one of my decisions because of her. I am done putting my dreams on hold, to make her happy. I have been living for her, not anymore.

"You are right, I am not your son. I have always been your puppet, dancing to your every tune. Smiling through the pain just to make you happy and proud of me. Mom, for years I have lived in the prison that you designed. But I am done. It's over. I can't keep pretending anymore. I can't keep drowning anymore. Mom, I am gay and I accept it with every part of me. So you can do whatever you want, I don't give a shit anymore." The words departed my mouth. I felt free, like a bird freed from its cage. The weight that had sat on my shoulders for years was finally lifted. Doors of the dark closet where I had hidden all my life was opened and I stepped out, into the light. Into a world filled with beautiful colors and unicorns. I was free at last. Free to embrace my truth with no regrets.

I knew that my coming out would have dire consequences. But I was armed and ready to battle every hurdle in my path. The terror I was feeling earlier, died out like a flame in the rain.

"This is not over." Not accepting defeat, she spat then stormed out of the room, banging the door loudly. Reticence floated between us, like smog on a cloudy day.

"So, that happened." My comment butchered the tranquil.

"Yes. It did. Do you maybe want to talk about it?" Gavin inquired, reaching out for my hand which he interlocked with his. Comfort washed over me at the contact.

"No. I just want you to hold me." A request dashed past my lips.

"Of course." He drew my naked body to his, hugging me as tears that I had been trying to control departed my eyes. Quiet sobs erupted from my throat as my body convulsed. He whispered words of assurance to me, running his hand along my back while planting several pecks in my hair. With him by my side, nothing was going to tear me down. Everything was going to be fine.