THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

31: The Art Studio.

CARL'S POV.

Three weeks have gone by since I came out to mom. And a lot has transpired since then. Mom hasn't spoken a word to me. She won't even look in my direction. I am like a plague to her. A stranger.

But what did I expect? That she would embrace me after finding out about my sexuality? Of course not. Does it hurt that she disapproves of my sexual orientation?

Absolutely.

Because she is my mother. The woman who gave birth to me. Raised me. Molded me into the young man I am today. I have to be fine with the fact that she might never accept me. Also, I have to hope that someday things will get better between us.

Since my coming out went viral thanks to Natasha's gossip blog, I have several reactions from my peers. One morning I found a bunch of dick-shaped dildos and mean notes stacked up in my locker.

They all swamped to my feet as soon as I opened my locker. To say I was mortified would be an understatement. I became a laughing stock among my peers. Turned my situation into a meme.

Then my guardian angel happened.

Gavin, my boyfriend...still feels unreal saying that. I get hot and bothered calling him my boyfriend. My sexy boyfriend.

Anyway...where was I?

Yes, Gavin literally hunted down the people responsible for the dildos and well, his fists did most of the talking once he found the culprits.

I know fighting is wrong and all but when Gavin does it to protect my honor, I find it extremely hot. I picture him shirtless, like a Viking in the battle field with only a loin cloth to cover his balls. His strong thighs and scarred strong chest on display. War paint on his forehead.

I picture him with a sword gripped in his strong manly hand. He lifts the sword and decapitates my enemy. Blood spurts on his face, washing him. Then I run to him, there in the battle field, jump on him and sabotage his lips into a rough kiss. Then we fuck there on the battle field, like wild hounds.

I know, sometimes my fantasies are twisted.

Back to the story. As I was saying, Gavin taught the culprits a lesson. Since then, nobody has even dared to look at me the wrong way for fear of getting their heads bashed on a wall. The bright side to my coming out is that some kids anonymously started sending me notes of how brave I am.

That's when an idea for Pride club came about. I was surprised by the huge turnout of students who were interested in joining. Some as allies to the community and others as members of the community.

The meetings are every Friday after school. I always look forwards to them because it's the only place where I truly feel seen and understood. So do the rest of the members.

As far as my relationship with Gavin is concerned, it has been amazing. We have gone on five official dates already. A spa, shopping, dinner, lunch and ice cream date.

During the dinner date, he gifted me a cute, white cat with emerald eyes and pink snout. I recall screaming in joy and giving him the longest kiss. I named the cat, fluffles. Because she is fluffy, soft, warm and just so cuddly. It was so thoughtful of him to get me the gift.

The spa date was relaxing and all but I didn't like the idea of some blonde running her hands all over Gavin's naked oily body. She was acting all sweet but I could see the lust in her eyes while she was doing her 'job'.

Her hands were lingering a little too much on my boyfriend's butt. What's worse is that Gavin was moaning in gratification. A wave of anger and jealousy washed over me in that moment.