Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 01:50:09 -0800 (PST)
From: S H <multiplex84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Multiplex Sex-11
[As much as I'd like to say otherwise, this story is
entirely fictitious. If this offends you or if you are not
of legal age to read this story, then please do not read any
further. This story contains possibly graphic descriptions
of consensual sex and masturbatory fantasies between males.
None of this is based on any living person and any
similarity to my actual job at a movie theatre is completely
coincidental. Really, I mean that.]
Chapter 11 -
The few kids milling around the front of the hotel
stopped and stared for a few seconds, unsure of what to
think. Craig wrapped his arm around mine and started to
lead me up the steps. Despite being a bit nervous I
couldn't help but smile, not only because I was thrilled to
be at a prom with a boy, but because I was proud of Craig
for what he was doing. Halfway up the stairs Craig stopped
and squeezed my arm tighter.
"You alright," I asked whispering into his ear. "You
want to keep going? Turn back?"
"No, we're going in. I just saw Heath, that's all."
Heath is Craig's best friend at school, he's told me a bunch
about him. Craig had been hoping to see him later as he was
most nervous about him finding out. Craig didn't tell me he
was that good looking though. Lots of people can be sexy
with a name like Heath though, it's just such a sexy name.
"Hey Craig, who's this?" Craig took a deep breath then
turned around.
"Hey Heath, this is my friend Chad," he said as I
reached out and shook his hand. He smiled, threw me an odd
look, and gave me a firm straight boy handshake.
"You two going stag or something," he asked.
"Uhm...no Heath," Craig said squeezing my arm so hard
it felt like he was going to tear it off. "Chad is my date.
He's my boyfriend," Craig gulped. I smiled nervously
waiting for Heath's reaction. A few people around us who
overheard gasped, whispered to each other, and ran inside.
Heath's eyes widened a bit for a second, then he looked
confused.
"Oh," he remarked. He furrowed his brow before finally
realizing what this meant. "Oh!"
"Yeah. That cool," he asked Heath while he shifted eye
contact between the two of us.
"Yeah, totally man. It's cool. Whatever is cool,
whatever floats your boat," he said reaching out to hug
Craig. We were both relieved and the two hugged each other
tight, Heath giving Craig a few hard slaps on the back. "I
love you man, you know that. Don't worry about it." They
separated and Craig grabbed my hand.
"See," he said. "I told you Heath was a decent guy.
Even if he doesn't have a date." We all laughed and started
back up the stairs to the hotel. Heath had a date, she was
just inside with the rest of the girls.
The Biltmore is probably the finest damn hotel I've
ever seen. I recognized it from a few movies. The grand
staircase, the fountain, the velvety red carpet. It was all
so beautiful. The three of us strolled through the halls
down to the banquet rooms where the prom was. We could hear
muffled hip-hop music coming through the walls and out the
open doors. Some other kids were standing around just
outside the door, one of the girls pointed when she spotted
us and became angry. One of the guys stepped forward as we
walked by, puffing out his chest and trying his best to look
intimidating.
"We don't let any faggots into this prom," he shouted
at us as we walked by. Craig, living up to the advice he
gave me earlier, didn't even give him the satisfaction of
eye contact. He just smiled, gripped my hand tighter, and
walked into ballroom.
"Oh get a fucking life," Heath told him as he trailed
behind us.
The ballroom was huge and decadent. There were tables
spread out surrounding the dance floor and a large stage
dwarfing the DJ spinning records in the center. There was a
second floor with some balconies overlooking the floor
below, kids were already up there dancing before the dinner
started. Craig and I walked up to the check-in table where
he turned in his tickets and we got wristbands so we could
come in and out. You could hear the wave of whispering as
we walked around heading towards the photo guy. A few
people smiled at us, most avoided eye contact and would move
out of our way as soon as possible.
We stepped in front of the arch of balloons and flower
arrangement and handed the guy our photo ticket.
"Where are your dates sons?"
"He is my date," Craig said turning me around and
wrapping his arms around me for the classic prom photo pose.
I was the woman. I didn't care.
"Oh," the photographer said, unsure of what to say next
in fear of not being politically correct. He directed us
like any other couple, perfected our pose and got us looking
straight into the camera. "Alright, on the count of three
say cheese! One...two...three!"
"Faggots," someone screamed from the balcony and the
rest of the room laughed. Our smiles were gone and replaced
by anger. One of the chaperones was up there and pulled the
kid aside. Instead of kicking him out he simply asked him
to be quiet. The photographer shook his head and told us to
look into the camera again. We smiled as best we could and
he snapped a picture. Craig immediately led me away to a
table in the corner of the room and sat down.
"You doing alright? Want me to do anything," I asked
squeezing his hand.
"Yeah," he said. "Don't go anywhere. Just stay with
me all night. I need you," he said looking deep into my
eyes like a scared puppy. He was almost ready to tear up.
"I don't doubt it," I said. "I'm not going anywhere,
not tonight. Not unless it's with you." We sat there and
watched people move around, dancing sporadically. People
started picking tables as dinner was due any minute now.
Heath and his date, a very gorgeous girl named Jeni, joined
us at our table. We made small talk, mostly to try and calm
Craig and help him have a good time. All the other kids
hooked up, glanced at us every few minutes, and sat down.
No one else joined us at our table. No one would dare.
Craig grew angry, so did I.
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A catered meal is a catered meal, no matter where you
are. At least it seems that way to me so far. Weddings,
funerals, parties, proms, all the food tastes the same. I
felt like I had eaten that same chicken breast at least ten
times already. Of course I had never eaten this chicken
breast with a date before, so I didn't bitch. Craig, Heath,
Jeni and I talked a joked throughout dinner, having a blast
despite the animosity from the room around us.
Eventually this one blonde, ditzy, popular-looking girl
came up to our table and feigned interest in us. Craig
introduced her as Leslie and she seemed genuinely interested
to talk to us. I still had my doubts though. She headed
back to her original table as the DJ tapped on the
microphone to get everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you'll find a ballot with your
desert plate tonight. So, after you inhale your raspberry
cheesecake down you can vote on this year's prom king and
queen! Just fill the ballot out and leave it on your table,
chaperones will come around to pick it up." He shut the mic
off and started up another inane rap song about bitches and
ho's and cars and ice and fo-shizzle and whatever. A waiter
stopped by our table and handed out some plates; Heath
immediately started to fill out the ballot.
"Who are you voting for," Craig asked leaning over and
peering at his ballot. Heath quickly covered it up and
smiled. "Don't do that, show me," he said as he wrestled
his hands from paper. Craig read it and laughed out loud.
"You're voting for yourself?"
"Do you see another couple here who's as good-looking
and lovely as Jeni and I," he asked while he wrapped his arm
around his giggling date. Then Craig wrapped his arm his
giggling date.I mean me.
"You're sharing a table with them," he said as we all
laughed. Then someone threw a piece of bread at my head.
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