Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2016 07:02:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com> Subject: Dumb Jock Series - 8 Disclaimer - The usual warnings apply here, don't read if you're underage or squeamish. Sex is definitely involved here and please don't try to pass this off as your own. If you have any questions, comments or just want to talk feel free to email me at demitirik@yahoo.com. I love talking to my readers and if you guys have any suggestions or stories you'd like to see me do I'm always receptive. And donate to Nifty! Your contributions keep the archive free. Alright. I made it to my floor and now I'm standing in front of my door, still ass naked. I bang on the door like a mad man until Daniel lets me in and I rush in like a wild bull. My body is shaking with a toxic mixture of fear and adrenaline and I still haven't processed how I would fully get out of this shit hole. Chuck got me naked and sent pics to Stephen, who assumed I got a selfie stick (I love that dumbass) and Daniel. Those two don't bother me, I don't care if they have my nudes but he sent them to my parents as well. That's going to be a real stinker when I go back home for winter break but I guess I'll just cross that bridge when I get to it. "I'm confused," Daniel started. "Why are you naked and there are shoe laces around your wrist?" "To make a long story short: I'm a little crazy and in high school this hot shithead named Chuck tried to get with me and I may or may not have accused him of rape and I may or may not have ruined his life." "What the fuck?" "He may or may not be a student in this campus and he may or may not to try rape me before the school year is over. I doubt it will happen but knowing me..." "Why did you accuse him of rape?" "It's a long story that you could only piece together through my Google searches and how I diagnosed myself with several personality disorders a few years ago. Daniel, just know I'd never hurt you. But I have some issues that I need to work on." "Did Chuck take those pictures of you?" "Yeah. Then the bastard sent them to my parents. I'm screwed more than a Muslim in Manhattan during Pride week." "Does Stephen know?!" "He thought I got a selfie stick," I replied with a laugh. A loud knock interrupted my short laugh. My heart fell into my feet and I felt like I was gonna pass out. If only I had put on clothes. "Hey Bry are you in there?" Sweet relief, it's my baby, Stephen. "I called your phone but no answer." I opened the door slowly and stood behind it. "Welcome to our lovely home!" "Why are you naked?" "I have a confession," I started, "Daniel's my lover." "I doubt that," Stephen said. "Why?" "He's mine!" "What?" "Daniel's my backup for when you go full crazy." "I'm not even a little crazy so that makes no sense Stephen." "Bry, I took your virginity and we've been attached to each other's hip since the first day of the semester a few months ago. Trust me, I know you're ass is crazy. But it's okay because I still love you and I have no problem slapping the shit out of you if you get out of line. Got it?" "Yes daddy." I could feel my cheeks blushing. "That's a good boy." Daniel handed me some clothes and I decided I should make myself decent. I wasn't expecting a threesome so no need to stay nude. After getting dressed I sat on the bed and wondered if I should come clean to Stephen about what happened. I mean, he was bound to find out about Chuck sometime soon, no? Yeah! The thing is... how do I break this to him? Hey Stephen... back when I was a teenager I accused a boy of rape because I didn't want to be outed! Hope you still love me, xoxo. And there it was, another knock on the door. I called out for a name but the person didn't reply, he didn't have to, I knew who it was. He knocked again and Stephen went to open the door. My eyes basically fell to the floor and I started trembling. Holy. Fuck. Those damn green eyes found me in an instant, followed by that demonic smile. He looked like something out of The Conjuring, the sick, but hot, bastard. "Hey, are you Bryan? You dropped your phone and I wanted to return it to you." "Yes, I am. Thanks for that. How'd you know what room I was in?" "I asked some people on your floor, I showed them your picture!" "Thank you!" If my teeth grinding didnt overpower that fake thanks then I may be even more slick than I thought. "No problem, see you around, cutie." I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked away and Stephen closed the door behind him. For now, there was peace. A calm before the storm, of course, but I was going to treasure it as long as I could. "So that's Chuck?!" Daniel blurted out. "Fuck," well that certainly blew my cover. "Who's Chuck?" Stephen asked in that pointed tone a parent uses when they're getting ready to knock down each lie you throw. "He's this guy I knew back in high school." "Oh, were you friends? Maybe he could hang out with all of us sometime, he's a handsome guy! We could pair him up with Daniel." "No. Never. Absolutely not." I said. "Why?" "I accused him of raping me! Okay, I was young and scared and I didn't know how to process someone being like... I don't know how to fucking explain it but he had this weird control over me. I hated it. So one day I managed to get him into a compromising position and ruined his life because I was afraid of being true to myself. I'm not proud that I did it but I did it." "Jesus." "By the way, I don't have a selfie stick. Chuck found me walking to the apartment and he dragged me into his room, ripped my clothes off and took those pics of me! I tried to scream for help but he was choking me and was holding my mouth shut. I've never felt so helpless in my entire life. I... don't know where I'd be right now if I didn't fight for my life." "Baby, baby, no it's okay," Stephen said. "Look at me," with his hands holding my face, "I got you, I won't let anyone ever hurt you. I love you, Bry. You don't have anything to worry about. "Thanks, Stephen. I don't want to think about what my life would be like without you." Okay, perhaps I was laying it on thick but I couldn't tell him about the letter! Hell I couldn't tell him about how I was in Chuck's bed trying to lean in for a snuggle and a kiss, either. The way I see it there was only one more week left in the semester and if I could just make it through that I'd be in the clear. I cold transfer to another school, do a long distance relationship with Stephen and everything would be peachy. Now obviously that was a crock of shit so I just decided to get under my covers and keep my eyes closed til I fell asleep. I pulled Stephen in with me and laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. I know, I just lied big time to this guy, I also know that next semester, or perhaps the rest of this week, is going to be a fucking torture but I didn't want to think about that. I just wanted my man to hold me, I knew he'd wreck anyone that tried to hurt me, or us. But I looked up and wasn't look back down at me, he was just peering upwards. He looked worried, he looked unaware. And for once I think he was realizing the extent of how much shit I was in. A guy I accused of rape is living downstairs from me and just smiled in my face as if this was his first time ever seeing me. I could see it in his face. These two crazy motherfuckers are gonna kill each other. That is what pained me, to think that I may have dragged him into some ridiculous bullshit full of venomous lies and duplicitous behavior. Stephen didn't need that, he's better than that. He deserves better than that. A thought crossed my mind: maybe he deserved better than me too? Well, it's not a maybe, he 100% does deserve better. But I can't let him go. And that made my stomach churn, that I'd rather drag him into the mud than to let me beautiful butterfly be free. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alright guys, this was just a quick update to the story rolling again after a very long hiatus! Anything you guys wanna talk about feel free to email me at demitirik@yahoo.com I'd love to hear from you all! :)