Date: Thu, 05 Feb 2004 21:27:40 -0500
From: Sammie G <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rain On Me, Chapter 6

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 SIX

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	"I want you to stay away from him," Robbie warned me.

	We were sitting in the den after the night of the heated confrontation
between Robbie and Eric. Everything was so clouded. I remembered Robbie
hitting Eric. I remember Eric walking down the street. All the words and the
expressions that had been used were forgotten, but I could still remember
how enthusiastic they were.

	"Why would you want me to do that?" I asked, with an exasperated attitude.

	"Because he is getting in the way of us."

	He had gotten up and gone close to me. Then he started to grab onto my back
and push me into him. I pulled away, this time not trying to play hard to
get, but really trying to get away from him. I couldn't stand being with him
because I was so intimidated by him. He tempted me.

	"I can't."

	He growled at me, worse than before, "Why do you like him? He has a baby
face, but my face is mature and lewd. He's awkward as hell! He can't even
look you in the eye, Damien. Is that why you like him, because you found
someone who you can take advantage of?"

	"Of course not!"

	I denied in words but then as he looked in my eyes, it seemed like they
were confessing to him. I wanted someone who would commit to me. Something
in me told me the only one who would commit to me would be someone who was
intimidated by me. I realized that that was why I loved Eric. I couldn't
help it, but that was the standard that I wished all my life. Still, here
stood Robbie. To me, he was as equally attractive as Eric was when it came
to the face. Robbie was more my height and more muscular. The way he did
everything was full of confidence. He never seemed to get worse, only
better. He had Dina's soft hair and sexy facial expressions. He was athletic
and popular. He was everything that I wanted to be. So, as he stood there,
his deep hazel eyes (contacts) staring at me, I wondered why I didn't love
him.

	"Can he buy you a 200 dollar watch?" he asked me, "Can he make love to you
the way that I can?"

	I didn't know. I never really compared, but then I slowly began to remember
Robbie's rim job. That was when he crept up behind me. He had on thin
basketball shorts with a semi hard cock. It was pressing against my ass
crack until he slowly began to grind his hard-on between my virgin cheeks.
He grabbed my stomach and started to massage my abs. He licked my neck and
began to suck on my ear slowly. His left hand when down my pants and he
started to jerk my off underneath my jeans. I tried to get away, but gave up
after he pulled me into him a couple of good times. His other hand had
picked up my shirt until it came to the nipple and he was playing with the
nipple. His was somehow moist, probably from sweating after the
confrontation with Eric. Either way his warm touch had surrounded my dick.
He was gentle as he jerked me off. He touched every part of my penis,
starting from the base where all the pubic hair was and then slowly working
his way to the head. When he got to the head he played with the piss slit,
running his pinky into it. As he jerked me off, he kept grinding the crotch
part of his shorts into the ass part of mine. I figured this giving up my
ass since we both had our pants on.

	"Robbie, stop," I pleaded weakly.

	He didn't stop. He kept on going and by now he had managed to get his whole
right hand between my belt and into my pants, where I could see him causing
a small tent to go up and down. I had never felt masturbation like that
before. The way he worked the whole dick and played with my pubic area at
the same time made it seem like heaven. He seemed to know what I liked, even
though I tried to silence my moans. By now his legs had separated my legs as
we stood and he was gyrating his hips into my jeans.

	"That ass is still a virgin right," he asked.

	He stepped away and let the little bulge in his pants get out from between
my ass crack. Then he just soft of jerked me off from the side and stared at
my ass. His left hand had now found even more space to sneak down into the
back of my pants and start rubbing my ass, as he continued to masturbate me
in his long, complete strokes.

	"Robbie, I thought I told you already!" I let him know, trying to turn
around and get both his left and right hands out of my pants.

	"Relax. I'm not going to fuck your ass. I just want to play with it. At
least for now."

	With that, I seemed somehow reassured of his intentions and let my guard
back down. He started to really rub on my cheeks, but really didn't go near
the crack. He kept jerking me off. The hand he jerked me off with was making
little circles around my dick and he was pulling at it harder now, getting
more affectivity out of it.

	"Get those sexy lips over here," he demanded me and started to open mouth
kiss me.

His lips pressed against mine gave an incredible sensation. His lips were
velvety and delicate. They were firm and when they went against mine; they
seemed to part them immediately so that my tongue would have room to explore
his. I thought he was pulling away, but instead he just took my lower lip in
his lips. He started to lick up my lower lips and suck on it gradually.

Suddenly there were three loud knocks on the front door!

I tried to pull away and probably go answer it, but I saw that Robbie was
unmoved by the knocks! He didn't care who was at the door. For the moment,
neither did I! My heartbeat raced as I struggled to lower my hard-on so that
whoever came in the room wouldn't see it. That was hard to do, because
Robbie was jerking me off harder and quicker! He was trying to make me cum!
I couldn't believe he would make me cum when in a few minutes someone would
be right over us. I moaned because I knew it was coming. He was kissing me
again but this time I didn't kiss back. I wanted to let him know that we
were in a bad position. It didn't matter to him; he tongued kissed me
regardless if I kissed back.

The knocks continued and then came the loud annoyed voice of Dina asking why
no one came to open the door.

Knock!

	KnoCK! KNOCK!

"Ughh!" I moaned, feeling Robbie's left hand finally entering my ass crack
making an attempt to finger me. I couldn't keep it any longer.

Knock!

		"Open the dame door! Robbie! Is anyone home?" Dina cried out again.

		"I'm cumming!" I cried out, trying to muffle it so that Dina would hear it
from outside the front door. The feeling ran through my body as Robbie's
middle finger went deep into my ass crack.

		"I love you, Damien," he whispered in my ear.

		Suddenly I could feel my pants filled with cum and there was no way to
wipe it off. Robbie pulled his left hand out my ass and got his right hand
off my dick. His right hand was full with my cum and immediately I saw him
go to the couch and his cum soaked hand and his blazing erection underneath
the furniture pillows. My pants were so messy. It felt like someone just
poured a container of pudding down my pants. I stood there, quivering
because I could hardly walk with pants full with sperm. Robbie didn't seem
to even notice. He was in the chair, looking like the same jock pretty boy
as he always was. He right hand was hidden and his left hand playing with
one of his big diamond studs. My lips were quivering. I couldn't believe he
had told me that he loved me. I finally realized how serious Robbie was
about having a relationship with me!
		I somehow managed to cross the hall, even though the sperm was now
dripping down both my legs. I went to the door and opened it for Dina. She
had already started to curse and complain, but I immediately ran upstairs as
soon as I had finished. I couldn't believe what I just let Robbie do. The
saddest thing about it was that even now, after I had left the room, I was
still enjoying it.

		I felt so dirty that I had thrown the clothes out and taken a cold shower
as soon as I had gotten upstairs. I called Eric as soon as I got changed out
of the soaking clothes. I had planned on telling him what had happened. It
had just been a couple of minutes since it happened, but I was already
feeling terrible about it. I felt like I had just stabbed myself in the leg
or something. I felt like I had to do something about it. I regretted
letting Robbie jerk me off so much. I knew that right now he was sitting in
his room with a big smile across his face. It was definitely his day. He had
managed to break Eric and make me betray Eric in the same day.

		"Hello?" the voice picked up the phone.

		"Hey, Eric."

		There was an inept couple of minutes when the only thing that I could hear
him do was breath. He had a deep angry breath, almost like he was still mad
about what happened between him and Robbie earlier on.

		"I just got money from my momma."

		"Why?"

		I could hear the gleam in his voice when he said, "I'm gonna buy you a
watch so that you could throw Robbie's away."

		I shivered, "Eric, I did something and I think that its best that I tell
you why I did it."

		"Is it important?"

		I was surprised when he said that and I stuttered on my answer a little,
"Umm..."

		"Because I really don't need any more bad news today."

		He sounded irritated. I thought for a moment that he had an idea of what I
was going to say to him. Either way his voice seemed eager to get off the
phone and eager to drop the subject.

		"Well, I guess you don't need to know it," I said, relieved that my
conscience wouldn't beat if I didn't tell him.

		"Thanks. I love you. Bye."

		"Love you too." I replied, sincerely and still contradicting.

		I went to sleep soon after my phone call with Eric. I kept thinking about
him saying how he loved me again and again. It seemed like he was getting
used to saying it. I wondered if this fast love was really going to end up
like they did in the storybooks. I wondered if it would be so sweet that it
would rock someone asleep to have nice dreams that they too would somehow
have what I had. I wondered a lot of things that were countering everything
that I really had been feeling throughout that day.

		Then came the nightmare. I wasn't sure when the dream ended and when the
nightmare began, but I remembered hearing Robbie say that he loved me over
and over. The moment that it happened seemed to stick out in my head even
though I tried to pass it off like he just said it in the heat of the
moment. I had seen movies where people said, "I love you" and never really
meant it. Then I saw glimpses after that. I heard a loud scream; "He's
dead!" I couldn't tell who was dead or who was screaming. The voices and the
images were disconcerted.

		"He's dead!"

		I woke up sweating. It was almost time to wake up anyway. I just sat in
the bed until the alarm rang. Then I shut the alarm off and sat in bed
longer, trying to think about the dream. I had never had a dream like that
before. I had nightmares, but none that seemed to dig into my mind so
deeply. I knew that this meant something. I kept thinking about who was that
was dead. I kept wondering who was that was screaming. I wondered why it had
come just after the vision of Robbie saying that he loved me. I tried to
keep the dream and the nightmare hidden during the whole day, but there was
no way that I couldn't think about it. My classes seemed to make me drift
away, into a position where I was once again dreaming. I was drawing on the
desk, drawing faces that I had never seen before. I was thinking of places
that I had never been. I hadn't talked to anyone the entire day. No one
seemed to notice though. The same people stared, from the same classes while
having the same conversations. I was the only thing that was different. I
tried not to pay attention to anyone, but I did see Robbie a lot that day.
He called me over to him his table a couple of times, but I just stayed
where I was. I knew that he was going to leave his social circle and come
join me so I figured that I was safe if I acted like I was ignoring him.
That was when he went onto his chicks. The girls in the school seemed to be
getting prettier, since I had started going exclusively with Eric. They all
seemed to be over Robbie and Robbie was all over the girls. He was trying to
make me jealous and at times he succeeded.

		Then the last class came, (the one I had with Eric and Robbie) making me
immediately act like I was sleeping. Robbie and Eric weren't sitting next to
each other anymore. I took Robbie's place beside Eric, where I sat almost
guarding Eric like a hawk from all the smutty ass chicks that were in our
class. I tried not to make it too clear that I was trying to keep them away
from Eric, but I would at times try to embarrass them until the stopped
talking to him. It was easier to do, since the girls wouldn't suspect that I
was trying to diss them because I liked Eric. Robbie however was the most
talented pretty boy I knew. He knew how to flirt with a couple girls at
once. They would be the same silly chicks fighting over him after school.

		"Robbie, stop talking," the teacher demanded of him.

		I knew Robbie wouldn't just let the teacher talk to him like that. The
whole class looked up to him. The girls were surrounding him, which meant
that he had to make them laugh.

		"What? I'm not the only one who talks in this class," Robbie appealed,
"Eric is always trying to talk to Damien! Why don't you go bother them?"

		The teacher look irritated, "Eric and Damien can go get married if they
want to, as long as I don't catch them talking in my class."

		The class started to laugh at us, but I knew that none of them took it to
mean literally. I gave the teacher and Robbie a jaded sneer. I didn't notice
Eric who was sitting right next to me. He was sneering or trying to take the
embarrassment lightly. I looked in his eyes and saw the quiet young boy
turning into the loud angry flame all over again.

		"Yo, shut the fuck up, Robbie or get the fuck up!" Eric challenged my
soon-to-be stepbrother.

		Everyone in the class was looking that way by now. I couldn't believe Eric
would get that mad. Everyone knew him as the shy cute boy, whose only idea
in life was to sit in a corner and look fine as hell. Everyone had started
to make grunting noises all over again, confronting Robbie's manhood. I knew
where this would end up. I was waiting for Robbie to get up and start to
attack Eric, but I was surprised when he just sucked his teeth and turned
his cheek.

		"Eric, calm down or get out!" the teacher called out.

		I could see Eric roll his eyes and stop talking. He didn't like Robbie at
all and I knew it was serious this time. The bell had rung and Eric had left
the room before anyone else in an angry heap. A couple of kids snickered at
how serious he was being, but none of them showed such disrespect that I
would have to say something. Most of the people in the school considered
Eric and I to be best friends by now. A couple of them whispered to one
another, looking at me the whole time to see if I was staring. I was
staring.

		It was cold outside and I was in a rush to get home. The breeze was too
strong. I didn't know where it came from. I managed to get home after a
little walk and when I arrived, I found Dina and my father spending some
time in the house. I sat on the couch and started watching the movie with
them. The movie was 'Scarface' and it was long. I was amazed that I could
sit and watch a whole movie, but I managed it. It was a nice movie, it
reminded me of a time when I felt like I could take anything that I wanted.
Eric had humbled me. He showed me that you had to love to be loved. My
father had gotten used to the idea of watching movies and was about to put
on another one when the phone rang. Dina went in the kitchen to answer it
and I ignored it. We got call all the time, so why should one little call
worry me? I kept staring at the blank screen acting like I could see
something in the snow. Suddenly there was a bustling in the kitchen and Dina
came storming out.

		"Oh god! It's Harrison from my job. He says he just saw Robbie and crowd
of kids heading to Gary's Park with knives and making a fuss. He thinks
there's going to be a fight! He called the police, but made sure to call me
right after so that I could get him before he gets arrested!"

		I didn't want to go anywhere. I had heard about street fights and they
were the same as any other fights, only these fights had time to get built
up into something bigger than they really were. In the street fights, people
who had never even known the fighters were getting involved, but just to be
entertained. I didn't want to go the to the overrated brawl, but my father
seemed influenced by Dina's plea. I had to go because my father didn't know
the way. Dina, who seemed shook up the most about the whole thing didn't
even bother going. She said that she was cooking (and she never cooks!) I
knew she was just afraid because of the mention of knives in the fight. She
wasn't going to risk it to pick up Robbie before he gotten arrested by
police.

		"It's just up this block," I told him, trying to remember where Gary's
park was.

		I was right because not too far, crowds of people were running up the
street, probably because they had heard someone was fighting. The basketball
court was crowded and I knew that it had to be there. I could already hear
the police cars following up the hill. They would arrive in any minute now.

		"Let's just get Robbie and leave!"

		My father jumped out of the car and tried to break over the crowds. I went
right after my father trying not to get involved in all the people who were
jumping in the fight or trying to make the fighters worse than it was.
People were climbing up the gates and everything. This fight must have been
important because I had never seen so many people go out of their way to see
a fight before. They were climbing all over each other. That was when I
finally broke into the crowd and finally saw Robbie. It didn't surprise me
that he was in the midst of it. Robbie's friends were jumping in at times,
but they seemed to be held back by the only referees in the fight, the
seniors. Robbie's best friend Paul was fighting too and I noticed the person
that Paul was fighting. It was Eric's brother. Then I turned and saw Eric.

		Eric was fighting Robbie!

		I had never seen such a bloody fight in my life. Some of the people who
were hanging off the gates were throwing rocks at the fights just to prove
that they could do something. Eric's whole family seemed to be there, even
his white mother. His mother was cursing at Robbie and I heard someone
saying that Eric's father was going to get a gun! The chaos was spread out
everywhere. Eric and Robbie's fight seemed grittier than the fight with Paul
and Eric's brother. In a few seconds another fight had broken out between
one of Robbie's friends and Eric's cousin. I watched as Eric and Robbie fell
to the floor together (probably loosing their balance). They struggled on
the floor, trying to hit one another. I saw the blood coming from their
mouths. Eric's teeth were grinding together and he was trying to kill
Robbie.

		"Beat his ass!" I heard someone scream.

		"Watch out, he's gonna jump in!"

		"Oh my baby," I heard Eric's mother shouting out, while she started
crying, "I'll fuck you up myself! Don't hurt my baby! Somebody stop this.
He's dehydrating!"

		People were throwing water at Eric and Robbie, but more than 90% of the
large crowd didn't even know how the fight started and more than half didn't
know the names of the fighters. Eric was swinging hard at Robbie; hitting
his pretty face and making blood come out of his nose. I didn't know he
could fight so well. It didn't matter though, because no matter how well
Eric was doing in the fight, Robbie's friends would jump in the fight and
beat his ass. Soon, the seniors and the people who tried to keep the balance
couldn't. Eric was being jumped. Eric had grabbed onto Robbie's shirt, but
soon three of Robbie's friends had started swinging their fists at Eric. I
was so confused at it all.

		"Police!" I shouted out, trying to make my voice as loud as I could.

		It worked too. I could see everyone scattering to leave. There was a big
crowd and I thought I would be trampled. The cops really were coming now!
The sirens were storming up the hill and causing everyone to start
scattering. In the chaos I found myself struggling to keep my balance. All
the people that were in the park were now sprinting into the different
streets and stopping traffic, as five different police cars made their way
up to us. Almost 100 people stormed from the basketball courts and from the
playgrounds. They made their way past the swings and slides trying to get
away from the cops! I was looking now, digging through the crowd with
pointed eyes. I was trying to get my mind straight. Then I saw Eric and
Robbie. Robbie was still trying to fight Eric but he was being pulled off by
some of his friends. He saw me for a moment and reached out to me, but was
swept away by the crowds. I ran to Eric and was pushed off by Eric's older
brother.

		"What you trying to do?" he questioned me, "The fight's done."

		"No, leave him!" Eric replied.

		I couldn't bear to see Eric like that. Everything on him was bleeding,
discolored or swollen. I tried to put his weight on me so that he couldn't
walk on his bad ankle that he kept skipping on. His clothes were dirty and
ripped. He looked like hell.

		Before the police car came I managed to get home with Eric. We rode in his
Uncle's car. His uncle was a real tough guy who seemed to have experience
with this sort of work. Eric seemed to trust him and so I guess I had to as
well. I climbed in the car with them, feeling sort of out of place with all
of his bitter family. The things they said about Robbie were unbelievable.
They kept calling Robbie, a pretty boy fag. They kept saying how Eric
finally messed up his pretty face and all that. I didn't want to say
anything, but Eric's face wasn't looking too good either. We had gotten to
his house and I had to wait almost an hour in Eric's room by myself until he
finally came up.

	His bleeding was almost stopping, but now the bruises and discoloration had
really started to set in. His upper lip was swollen. He was shivering. He
had an ice pack on his face and one on his shoulder. He seemed so
uncomfortable around me and tried to hide the marks on his faces, which was
hard to do because the marks were almost everywhere. After a while he just
put his hand in front of his face and acted like he was trying to stop a
nosebleed or something.

	"Sorry about the wait," He told me, "My family bugs. They are still
downstairs talking. I had to sneak up here to come see you."

	I laughed, "I know, but at least they support you."

	He nodded and then admitted to me what I had been thinking the whole time,
"I don't want you to see me like this."

	"Is that why you didn't tell me you were planning on fighting Robbie?"

	"Yeah and I didn't want you to make a choice between us," He told me,
sincerely putting his hand on mine, "I'm really happy that you chose me
though."

	I realized that he was right. I did choose him. I went to the park in an
attempt to get Robbie back, but I had abandoned Robbie and gone with Eric. I
knew that it was a big sacrifice, but I was ready to give into it.

	"I had to," I told him, "Robbie has enough of a cheering squad."

	"Yeah. If it was just a one on one fight, I would've won," Eric guaranteed
me, massaging the few parts of his face that were still golden bronze.

	"I know Eric, you don't have to tell me."

	"No I do," he disagreed, "I fought for you Damien. He disrespects what we
have. No one disrespects what we have."

	I turned away a little suspicious, "You fought because he disrespected us
or because he likes me."

	"I'm not scared of competition. Especially now that I know who you prefer."

	I tried not to make him feel bad. I didn't want him to feel bad, but I
didn't appreciate what he was saying. The way he was saying it was making
him look like he was turning into another cocky Robbie. He was trying to
make me say that I didn't care about Robbie. The truth was that I did care
about Robbie. That wouldn't stop either, regardless of how many times he
fought Robbie.

	I smiled at him, "Eric, I'll rephrase that. Did you fight because you love
me? Or did you fight him because you hate him?"

	"Because I love you," He assured me trying to grasp my interest.

	"Then why didn't you tell me you were fighting him?"

	"Don't tell me you're mad!"

	"I'm just disappointed," I replied, "I'm disappointed because you only
fought him so that I won't have anything to do with him. Then you win. I'm
not some sort of prize, Eric. You beating up Robbie has got nothing to do
with me. You fought him because you think that now I'll just stop caring
about Robbie."

	"Why don't you?"

	"Because he's going to be part of my life regardless. When you were
struggling with your girlfriend, he was there. He was there mentally and
physically. I love you Eric. I love you more than Robbie, but I love Robbie
as well.