Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 17:37:27 -0500
From: Sammie G <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rain On Me, Chapter 3

Disclaimer: This is a FICTIONAL story describing the love triangle of a
teenage boy. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type
of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then
refrain from reading it. The story consists of lust, incest, passion,
teenage romance, interracial, love and all the rest of the good stuff in
that order... Prepare to be rained on.

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Definition of Rain \ r-an\ v 2: To bestow abundantly

RAIN ON ME

                                    CHAPTER TWO

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	"Eric? You invited the boy who you were sitting with to our house?" I
asked. I loved Eric and didn't even know his name...till now. This was
bruising me terribly. If this wasn't jealousy than nothing was.

	"Yeah, he lives real close to us," he told me, smiling almost with a
victorious little smirk. It was almost like he knew that I had a crush on
Eric. It was almost like he knew. But that was impossible...he couldn't have
known. He hadn't seen me staring at Eric and he couldn't have known that I
dreamed of Eric all the time.

	I was ready to crush all competition and write my name into the heart of
Eric. Eric, dame...even his name made my chest sink in! I had plans for this
boy when he came to our house after school. I had gone home earlier than
Robbie had because he insisted on meeting as many people on his first day as
possible. The house was empty when I got there, meaning that my father and
his girlfriend Dina were still out. They wouldn't be back. They weren't idol
parents. They went to more parties than I did. They had a social life that
was more structured than the social life of Robbie. The silence in the house
had made me only think of Eric. I had a feeling that the drama was just
beginning, but the feeling grew even stronger as I heard something upstairs.
I didn't know what it was, but I realized that I was no longer alone in the
house. The soft sounds were so tender that if I moved, I couldn't hear them.
The only walls thick enough to muffle sound were the walls in my father's
room. I couldn't have him here, especially if Robbie was going to bring Eric
home later.

	I climbed the stairs, thinking that I would surprise my father by how early
I came home. I had a tendency to lack off after school and probably not get
home till late in the evening with some crazy excuse. I thought it would be
a nice surprise. He would think that I was becoming a better son. I figured
this was going to be a pleasant surprise. Because of this, when I walked
down the hall to his room, I had a big smile across my face. I dropped my
backpack on the floor and walked down the hall. Soon I opened the door...

	"Fuck me harder!"

	The voice of my father's large body riding ass on his bed wouldn't have
surprised me, but by whom the voice came from. My pops was not riding his
girlfriend Dina. He was fucking some dude! The dude was a fine tall Latino
guy. He was really tall, taller than most men that I saw before. His skin
was the color of a copper penny. He seemed much too masculine to be doing
what he was doing.

	"Dame, your ass is so tight!" my father shouted back at the man. The man
was leaning on Dina's dresser and bent over. My father large dark body was
in back of him. He was butt naked. I didn't know my father's cock was so
big. The cock that made me had veins popping out from the sides and ran a
train into the Latino man. It wasn't the biggest dick that I saw, but its
length was unbelievable. He didn't ram it into the Latino guy, but he was
really easing it into him. He pulled his hips back, giving me sight of the
Latino's tight bronze ass. The Latino moaned as my father ran in him. He was
furiously jerking his cock, crying out for more. He had his boxers just
below his knees and they hanging there and being soaked with the wet
lubricant, which came sinking out of the Latino's ass. My father was usually
very neat (at times too neat) so I could tell that he hadn't put the
lubricant into the Latino's ass. My father pulled back into him, while
seized on the Latino's waste. His tongue was hanging out like a dog, as he
eased his cock deep into the Latino.

	"Fuck me, harder," the Latino uttered.

	"Yeah, fuck him!" a voice called joining in with them. I turned my eyes
around only to see Dina sitting on the bed. She had her thighs spread across
the bed like butter and while one hand was playing with her kitty, the other
hand was stuck to a camcorder. She was easing the camcorder towards the
Latino man and my father, who seemed to be enjoying it at the dresser.

	"Yeah, boo, I'm gonna fuck him hard for you! You wanted it like...uh, like
this. I'll show you how hard I can do this."

	The Latino cried out in ecstasy, but my father muffled him with his hand. I
could tell by how my father was shaking that he was about to orgasm. He
vibrated his body, thrashing into the soft ass of the Latino faster. He
grabbed onto the Latino's waste.

	"Oh shit, this is good," he said, trying to hold it just a little longer.

	"UGHGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK ME DADDY!" The Latino cried out.

	"YEAH, you like that," my father cried and picked up the Latino's legs with
strength that I didn't know he had. His hips were spinning now, trying to
get the best experience from this.

	"Go deeper, Tim!" Dina cried out to my father, trying to capture the whole
scene on her camcorder.

	My father listened and I could tell that he couldn't hold it much longer.
He pushed his hips back for a moment and then took one last pound into it
where he let out a scream, "I'm CuMMINGGGGG. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

	He pulled his dick out of the Latino and then took the condom off. The
Latino seemed eager to see what lied on the other side of the condom. He
dropped to his knees and leant his head down so that it was right in front
of my father's cock. Dina had by now climaxed, but I wasn't paying much
attention to her. I wanted to see my father get cleaned up by this Latino.
He opened his mouth as my father jerked his loads of wet creamy cum into his
mouth. My father moaned crying still like he was still having an orgasm. The
Latino's man mouth didn't swallow the cum, but let it drool all over the
side of his mouth. His red tongue wet out of his mouth and licked the
remainder of cum from the dick head of my father. My father's waist began to
gyrate his hips as the Latino man ended the blowjob and stood to his knees.
He was much taller than my father was and he towered over him when he was at
his side.

	"I didn't want to mention it before, with being in the mood and all," the
Latino man said, with a heavy Spanish accent that was almost hard to
understand, "But we got a peeping Tom outside the door."

	I dashed from the door and ran down the hallway. I could hear heavy
rumblings of my father and Dina trying to get dressed. I had seen the Latino
man looking my way, but he didn't react to seeing me at all. I thought that
perhaps he didn't see me. I was angry, but not sure why. It was either
because the Latino man ratted me out to my father or that he referred to me
as a "Peeping Tom". The way he said it made me look like some sort of
old-fashioned stalker. I heaved my feet with anger as I ran down the
hallway, but I knew that they were going to catch me anyway...so I just went
in my room. I didn't have a plan of action, but to sit there and play dumb.

	It was almost a few seconds later when my father ran inside my room with
jeans on, no boxers and no shirt. He had a look of expression on his face
that revealed his embarrassment. At first I wanted to smile, even laugh but
I knew that this was something that he might take a little serious.

	"Damien, I thought I told you not to come in my room without knocking!" My
father cried. He seemed mad. I had never seen him so mad before. He punched
the wall with his fist.

	"Sorry," I told him. I knew that this was more about him than about me. I
had made a mistake, but what he was doing didn't compare to me opening a
door by accident.

	He seemed to be calming down, knowing that he was going to have to face the
issue, since I didn't seem too aggressive about my mistake, "You shouldn't
have seen what you saw back there?"

	"I know," I agreed with him and let out a lil laugh.

	"See, son," he said and walked up to me, putting the hand he had just
jerked off with on my shoulder, "Dina and I like to experiment. It may seem
a little abnormal, but when you're growing out of a single life to become a
parent...you sometimes still think that you are single and can do whatever."

	That was stupid as hell! 15 years and he didn't get rid of the single side
of his. I nodded and smiled, trying to act like I believed it. It was really
crap though and I expected a better explanation of what was going on in the
room. I expected him to say, "Son, I'm bisexual." It seemed like he didn't
even mention the fact that it was a dude he was fucking and not just any old
girl.

	"See. It's nice that you understand," he said, brushing his well trimmed
goatee with his wrist, "But I need you to do something for me."

	I smiled, "What is that?"

	"Try not to mention it to your brother. Not everyone can understand as well
as you do."

	I couldn't believe he just said that! First off, I didn't understand
anything. Second off...

	"Hold up! Robbie isn't my brother!"

	Pops was really bugging now. He put his cum soaked hand all over my face
like he was trying to explain something else to me. I tried to move my hand
away, but he didn't seem to get the clue and tried even harder to keep his
hand there.

	"Damien, I forgot to mention it this morning, but the thing is; I proposed
to Dina two days ago when I took her out to dinner. Robbie may soon be your
stepbrother."

	He tapped my shoulder again, went to the door and then turned back to me,
"We are gonna leave for a moment. But remember what we discussed."

	He closed the door behind him and left me there in a daze. I couldn't let
this happen. I had done things with Robbie that I couldn't do with my
stepbrother. I couldn't stand Dina. There was nothing in this marriage that
could have been good at all. I knew that I had to do anything to stop them
from getting married, but I didn't know what just yet. Little did I know
then that the perfect break-up scheme was being formed in the midst of
heaven...or hell...

It was almost 5:00 when Robbie came home with Eric. By that time, Dina and
Pops were out taking their Latino friend home. I didn't know Eric was going
to be there that early. I had planned to shave off the hairy beard growing
under my chin and to wear some Chap Stick, but now it was too late. I had
been the one to open the door and see Eric walk in after Robbie. Eric's hair
was picked out like a bush. He didn't seem to notice me at first. His eyes
were looking down at the carpet, at the ceiling and looking at everything
except me. At first I thought he was just admiring the house but then Robbie
introduced us.

"Eric, you know who Damien is right?"

"Yeah, you in the last class I had today," he told me, but when he told me
this he was staring at my chest or my neck. Then I knew that he was avoiding
my eyes. I wondered if this meant he didn't like me. I had probably ruined
my chances before I even had any. Here stood the most handsome boy in my
whole school and I couldn't even talk to him.

"Yeah..." I said suddenly, but noticed that my voice was stuttering and my
body was shaking. I waited for the moment to finally talk to him and I had
just did it. It was clear that I was nervous, because Robbie's face wrinkled
in confusion. I wondered if Eric realized it, but then again his eyes were
busy looking at his wristwatch.

"Damien, why you shaking like that?" Robbie asked suddenly.

"Like how?" I answered, but it was clear that I was shaking. By now Eric had
looked up at me. Our eyes finally connected. We stared at one another for a
moment too long and I could see something in him. It was that passion that I
had been looking for since I hit puberty. He was the one that gave me my wet
dreams. I hadn't known what I was doing until I did. As I was looking at
this boy, my lips got dry suddenly from how beautiful he was. That was when
my tongue came out of my mouth and licked my lips thoroughly and with
carnality.

He smiled. It was a tender smile, almost like he was thinking the same thing
that I was thinking. I hadn't noticed until then that his mahogany, mulatto
skin had freckles on it. His lips were smooth and perfect. When they curved,
my heart sunk. I wondered that I was probably imagining this out of a
regular smile, because of how badly I hoped it could be true. I had the
tendency to judge incorrectly. Still, the hope that he felt the same way
about me as I did for him unsettled my stomach.

"You're imagining things Robbie," I suddenly said, looking back at Robbie
and at Eric again, "I'm gonna go upstairs and let you too get your work
done."

Eric interrupted my speech with a mature and yet youthful voice; "You could
stay if you want...the work ain't that serious."

Robbie shot Eric an irritated little look that I doubt I was imagining that
when he said, "If Damien wants to go upstairs, let him go. I don't want to
hassle him with our work."

Eric nodded and then looked at me. His baggy cloths trailed behind him while
he walked to the living room, all the while holding his stares at me. I
looked at Robbie who seemed to be observing my strange behavior and giving
me confused questions to reveal his awareness.

"That dude is stupid as hell," Robbie teased Eric, as soon as he left the
room, "He kept saying that in a biography we have to write about one another
and people say that I have no brain."

"Obviously," I said, "You trying to make the kid look bad, but he's right.
You do have to write about one another in the biographies."

"Oh," He laughed a little bit, "The way he said it was stupid though."

I laughed a little too, not at Eric but at Robbie. He was always trying to
seem better than the next man was. He wasn't too smart. It seemed god gave
him good looks and no brain!

"Why don't you come help us with the biographies?"

"You just told him that you didn't want me there," I said to him.

I could see him looking into the room and then he grabbed me by my torso and
pulled me close to him, "I just said that because I wanted to be the one to
invite you."
He told me. He held onto my waist tightly, pulling me close to him so that I
could feel his soft dick against my inner thigh. He then tongue kissed me,
making his tongue slide down my throat.

	The deep kissed surprised me but persuaded me to go help him. He kissed me
on the lips again but this time with a closed mouth then let go of my hips.
I walked into the living room after Eric. The kiss was good, probably too
good. It was making me happy and yet I still realized that I was probably
staying more to see Eric than to be with Robbie. Robbie wasn't smart, but he
looked good and he knew exactly how to please someone. I couldn't believe
that I had the choice to be with Robbie was turning it down for a chance
just to see if Eric was bisexual or gay.

	When I walked in there, I told Eric, "Changed my mind."

	He only smiled back. The long couch was there and I sat next to Eric. We
weren't that close, just because when I sat down, I thought I would be
closer to him. I didn't want to slide over to make it obvious that I wanted
to be next to him. Either way, Robbie came in the room and sat between Eric
and I. They began to open their books and notepads as I watched Eric. His
ear's were pierced and had large rhinestones glittering in them. His played
with his earlobe thoroughly, stroking it. His fingers were well trimmed, but
cut low like he had eaten them away. As I looked at him, I noticed that his
eyes turned and they caught my once again. I looked away, embarrassed that I
was caught staring, but then again I realized that he was staring as well,
if he saw me. I braced myself to stare again, but once again our eyes met
and collapsed on the floor. If this wasn't flirting, I didn't know what was.

	"How do we start?" Robbie said, picking up a pencil and pen.

	"You should start with your origin," I suggested, turning away soon after
because I didn't want to be too into their business.

	Eric was cheesing at me with a big smile on his face, "That's a good idea."
He said and if I was a little lighter I would have blushed.

	"I was born in Queens, New York," Robbie said suddenly, cutting Eric's
compliment and my show of gratitude off. Eric opened his book and started
writing. I was certain that Robbie was doing this on purpose, but I knew
that I was probably just my fault. I felt like I was being a little
aggressive than I usually was. I wasn't the type to stare my eyes off, but I
couldn't help when it came to Eric! I had never seen someone so beautiful
since those boys on B2k. I wondered even if Eric was more beautiful.

	Robbie continued to say all that and I continued not to care, until finally
Robbie said he had to go use the bathroom. I knew he had to go use the
bathroom for a while and was holding it. I could tell because of how he
grunting and holding his ball-sack. He wasn't only holding his balls. He was
squeezing the crotch of my designer Enyche pants that he borrowed. I thought
that either he was horny or he had to use the bathroom. When he finally
decided that he couldn't hold it much longer he left and I moved closer to
Eric, pretending that I wanted to read what he had written. Eric had good
handwriting. It was neatly done. I had gone so close to him that our thighs
touched. I could hear his breathing beside mine. It was deep breathing. This
meant something.

	"So Robbie is your brother?" he asked.

	"Nah," I said suddenly and in order to let him know that he was also not my
boyfriend I explained, "His adopted mother is dating my father."

	I tried to make the moment as nonchalant as possible. It didn't happen like
that. His question was to make the moment as nonchalant as possible as well,
but after I answered it, we were back to the awkwardness. I looked on his
arm and saw that he had a tattoo on it.

	"That's a snake on your arm?" I asked suddenly.

	"No, not a snake." He lifted up his shirt sleeve and showed me the tattoo.
It was a rope that was wrapping the blind woman representing justice. It was
beautiful. I knew my Pops wouldn't let me get at tattoo, so I was here
admiring this far too much. My eyes look close on it.

	"It looks almost alive," I told him, furthermore in awe at it, but more in
awe of him.

	"Touch it, it's just my skin."

	I did just that. My hand started rubbing on it and I saw that it was just
his skin. I hadn't taken his hand off when I looked back up in his face. At
first I was just smiling but then I saw that he was looking at me too. Our
eyes met and then all of a sudden, I leaned over to him. I kissed him on the
lips firmly. There was a second pause and then he rushed at me. He was hyper
and not easy like Robbie was. He rushed for my neck and began to suck on it.
There was a passion in the way he sucked on my neck. His tongue was rolling
around and he was biting gown. I knew it was true then, it had to be! He
felt the same way that I did. He was trying to get into me, just like I
wanted to get into him. He was trying to suck his way into me. I saw his
gentle lips grinding onto my neck and his puffy hair pulled back just before
it touched my face. His skin was so smooth. It was the color of caramel. One
of his hands was on the back of my head and the other one was rubbing on my
backside at the moment. He was pushing his body against me, grinding as if
he was fucking me with our clothes on. Pre-cum was rolling down my leg by
now. My ass was flung back against the couch and he was beginning to swallow
my body with his as he continued to suck my neck. Then all of a sudden, he
flung himself back, throwing his body away from me.

	"Why'd you stop?" I asked, impatiently, feeling my dick making a ten in my
jeans

	"Because I'm not gay."

	"Neither am I."

	He shook his head, hiding his face from me in embarrassment, "No you don't
understand. I'm not gay. I'm not even bisexual. I don't like boys at all and
I never have. But the first day that I saw you, I felt like. Yo, I love this
boy. I don't even know you and I don't know what it is to like another
dude."

	"You are discovering new parts of yourself," I told him, then turned to
him, "I want you to discover new parts of me as well."

	He was packing his things by now, piling them in his backpack, "I'm not
supposed to have these type of feelings for another boy! You are like white
oleander. I want you so bad, but it would be poison. You don't understand. I
have to go..."

	I would have begged him not to go in many other conditions. I would have
told him that I loved him as well. I would have told him that it didn't
matter that it wasn't right. I was going to make everything right for us. I
would have done all these things, but I saw the look in his eyes. He was
confused. If he wanted me, I couldn't force it. I knew that he was all I
wanted. I hoped that what he was telling me was the truth. I watched
tragically as my CRUSH walked out my room, slamming the front door behind
him. The lust was strong between us that both of us thought it was love. My
law was that lust conquered everything below the waist and love conquered
everything above...

	My law had been broken...

	I loved this boy in my heart and lusted him in my dick.

Yet just like him I knew that I couldn't allow myself to be sucked into the
love trap so easily. I had tried everything to have him and now my dreams
were crushed. That was when I pulled back and waited, wondering if the
question would be answered...

"What do you do when your love is lust?"