Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 21:03:53 -0500
From: Sammie G <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rain On Me, Chapter 8

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.

Feel free to send respect, questions or comments about the story to

Sum1pleZzCall911@hotmail.com
-
Definition of Rain \ r-an\ v 2: To bestow abundantly

RAIN ON ME

                                    CHAPTER EIGHT

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

		"Morning."

		"Morning," Eric said as he entered into the kitchen and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. He squeezed me tight around my waste and prolonged the kiss
already touching my private area to get me a little hard.

		I knew what he was doing. It was Monday morning and my father had just
left for work. Dina was still up in her bedroom sleeping while Robbie was
standing in the kitchen making us some breakfast. I was standing opposite
Robbie at the kitchen counter having a conversation when Eric walked in. I
knew that Eric was trying to make Robbie feel jealous. I didn't know if it
worked at first because I wasn't really paying attention to Robbie's
reaction. Eric was a lot more aggressive passionately when Robbie was around
and I guessed it was a good thing. I prayed that Robbie wouldn't get too mad
about something though. It has been almost a week now that Eric, my
boyfriend, has been staying with us. Both of their faces healed up and so
the reminder of the big fight was beginning to slip away slightly. They both
looked like supermodels in my house. Robbie (for the first time in his life)
just ignores Eric every time he's around. It is the same thing for Eric as
well. Dina seemed to be the most outspoken one though. She was so angry that
the boy who beat up her son was in the house that she was threatening to
break her engagement to my father. They argued on it constantly to the point
where my father would break something against the wall and Dina would call
the cops on him for domestic abuse. Yet she was the same one who would go
pick him up at the station and spend the rest of the day in her room with
him doing freaky shit.

		Dina seemed to catch onto my relationship with Eric being more than just a
friendship because of Robbie's big mouth. She tried to tell my father about
it, but he never seemed to care. He was real friendly to Eric and at times
they were tighter than I was with my father. Dina scorned Eric though. All
her anger was used out on him now and I was spared for a while. She would
always tell him that his hair was long like a girl. She would say that he
was too short to be the same age as Robbie. She asks him why his parents
both dated outside their races to make someone so yellow.

		"You want to do something today?" he asked me, still not letting go of my
waist until I almost was leaning over the cabinet.

		"Well Robbie and I were going to go shopping for the party tonight."

		"What party?"

		Robbie gave out a little laugh, probably teasing me that Eric didn't
remember, but I just grunted at him and took Eric's hands off my waist.

		"My birthday party," I told him, feeling a little disappointed but not
showing it because I didn't want to make him thing I was too sentimental
about those sort of things. I knew that he cared about me, regardless of
whether he remembered my birthday or not. He seemed a little confused and
shot Robbie one of those looks that said, 'You better shut the hell up.' It
wasn't a long look though and he looked back at me quickly.

		"I'm sorry," he said and the look in his eyes was real sincerity, "I know
that your birthday is tomorrow, but didn't know you were having a party
tonight. If you want me to come..."

		"No, we'll handle it," I told him and patted him on the shoulder. Then I
teased him lightly; "You might forget why we went shopping for in the first
place."

		I laughed and Robbie sneered a little. I was surprised when Eric didn't
laugh. He was always so serious. He turned around and went to the counter,
his face grimacing with a little embarrassment. His light brown skin was
easily blushed and it had turned into a pinkish chestnut. I looked at
Robbie, almost trying to ask him what I did wrong. Robbie read my mind and
shrugged his shoulders in puzzlement. I got off my stool and went to Eric,
who was sitting in the chair, sulky like a little ass kid.

		"Eric, I was just joking," I told him, "You take shit too serious."

		"Am I a joke to you?" he asked me real seriously. I didn't answer his
question and tried to shut him up with Robbie sitting at the counter with a
big grin on his face.

		"What is it with you and mornings?" I teased, but Eric didn't break his
sobriety.

		"My problem is you're really starting to become just like Robbie and his
friends. Now, you're just doing things to get a laugh. Just to make Robbie
laugh."

		Not this again! He was on the same old issue about me trying to please
Robbie more than I tried to please him. His insecurity was one time
something that was cute and playful, but when it starts to get irritating to
the point when everything I do is offensive to him, I just want to roll back
and let things play off.

		I tried not to rage the subject any more, "You really want to talk about
this now? Robbie is right here nosing into our business."

		"Dame, Damien! Don't shit in your drawers," Robbie said and I squirmed to
hear what was coming next; "Oh I forgot! You don't wear drawers."

		I wasn't too mad at Robbie for saying that. He usually said it to me, when
he was trying to joke about it. Robbie was a big joker and that is something
that isn't too formal with Eric. He teased me from the moment we had that
"rendezvous" in my room. I was blushing by now, sort of regretting that the
whole morning even started and then looking out at Eric. He wasn't happy. I
could see how much he cared about me, but there wasn't anything of love in
his eyes. At that moment he was looking at me with a big disappointment.

		"How would he know something like that?"

		I turned my head and didn't answer. Eric walked out of the room soon
after, probably taken my neglect of response. I wanted to run after him but
I felt Robbie's hand suddenly pull me back as though trying to tell me
something.

		"We better hurry up Damien," he told me and turned his eyes towards the
door, "We're gonna miss the bus that goes downtown."

		He was right! I grabbed my coat and looked around. Robbie wasn't the
smartest person but he was very self-conscience. He checked the time almost
every five minutes. At times, he told me about when he would just wake up in
the morning to check the clock. I was never sure why Robbie was so accurate
with time but flunked math repeatedly. I think that he was just didn't want
to waste any of his life, but then again Robbie never moved extra fast doing
things either. He just did things on time. I trusted that the bus was coming
and grabbed my coat. I followed closely behind Robbie, close enough to make
them know that we were walking together but not close enough for people to
think there was anything more. It was really because I respected Robbie and
knew that everywhere we go, girls would be looking at him about a couple of
seconds before they looked at me. He just had this glow about him that I
couldn't have. I didn't know why but I thought it was because of his smile.
Robbie smiled a lot too. He started up a whole different conversation when
we were walking and seeing him smile as he did so, made me smile too even
though the conversation wasn't too smile-initiating. I sat next to Robbie on
the bus, mostly because the conversation he was starting with me really
interested me. We were talking about gay marriages. It was a real old ass
joint to talk about for young ass kids like us, but it wasn't really too
interesting.

		"There's nothing wrong with it," I said, "I mean it is breaking the law,
but laws can always be changed. I think it is mainly because of religion."

		"Well, I don't like it, at all," he told me, then laughed as though
suddenly changing his mind, "Unless it's with you."

		The bus wasn't too packed, but I was still scared that someone had heard
Robbie. I wanted to punch him in his lip for saying it as loud as he did,
but I just hit him in his side. It only made him laugh more and then made me
laugh more. No one heard us, because nobody was paying much attention to a
couple of kids in the back of the bus talking mad loud like the own the dame
bus. Robbie had that thing about him when he said things like that. It was
like he was just playing but he was being serious too. After he laughed, he
sexed himself up again and started licking his lips and staring deep into my
eyes. His face had healed way before Eric's face had healed and it was
looking probably even better than it looked before Eric beat him up. He was
looking way better.

		We went shopping downtown for all the major things that we were going to
need for the party. I was real particular about the things I bought. I
wanted everything to be the color red. It wasn't a gang thing or anything
like that, it was just red had always meant a symbol for youth to me. I was
trying to hang onto the days when I was young. Now I was turning 16. It
wasn't a real major difference, but it was important to me. I was going to
become a man in many ways. This was the year that I would learn to drive and
all that. I was excited in some ways. Robbie really tried to argue about the
red color but in the end everything was red. The balloons, the plastic cups
and the streamers were all tinted crimson red. Robbie kept making jokes
about me acting like a chick on her menstrual cycle because the only color I
saw was red. We stayed downtown late into the afternoon preparing for the
part. Everything seemed to be going good too. Robbie and I went to get a
haircut at the same Barbershop and then we started walking around to see if
we could find something to wear for the party. We ended up spending hours
downtown, because everywhere we went, someone recognized Robbie and stopped
to talk to him. Robbie was rude to some of them, giving them a brush off and
making them feel like shit, but he did talk to the fly girls that came to
talk to him. That was a bad thing about Robbie. He really did know that he
was better than most and so he knew that most were inferior to him. He
wasn't that kind of sweet guy who let people think that he was friendly to
everybody. He wasn't trying to win Mr. Congeniality. His attitude was shit
but his physical features were like a taste of heaven. Robbie constantly
reminded me that I was mulatto but his hair was smoother than mine was. He
let me know these little annoying things about himself while pulling down my
self-esteem in the meanwhile. It was almost as though Robbie was the cool,
funny boy and Eric was the exactly opposite shy, modest one. Robbie was
still popular because of his model-like looks though. Altogether we were
stopped almost 20 times because of all the people who knew Robbie.

		We got home and I found out that Eric wasn't anywhere in sight. I figured
he probably got mad and didn't want me to meet him home when I came in. It
didn't bother me much though, because my mind was preoccupied with the
party. Robbie promised he would help me hang up all the decorations too.
Without him, I probably would have just went to sleep and waited until Eric
came home to help me with them, from laziness. Robbie and I started hanging
up the streamers in the living room and hanging the balloons near the
kitchen door. Robbie seemed to know a lot about parties. He gave me advice
on where to keep the chair and where to keep room for the dancers. He told
me how I could get the flashing blue light to start and even told me that he
would D.J for the party.

		Robbie took off his shirt when he started to vacuum. I almost got a
hard-on when I saw the Tyson Beckford abs lean and stretch out. He was a
perfect sculpture at the age of 17. He looked so comfortable without the
shirt while we worked in our hot surroundings that I got jealous and did the
same thing. I threw my shirt and the chair and went into the kitchen to fix
the light bulb. The light bulb had completely gone out and as I reached to
replace it I couldn't do it.

		"Ey Robbie!"

		Robbie was about the same height as me and it wouldn't help for him to try
and reach it. We had taken all the chairs into the cellar so everyone would
be dancing for our party. The table was too heavy to slide across the floor.
So we came up with another idea. He decided to pick me up. I tried not to
think about his body as he grappled my upper thighs and lifted me. His mouth
was a little open from the strain and my crotch was right his face! Thinking
about it made me start to get a little hard and I rushed trying to fit the
bulb in quickly. A spark of electricity came from the source. Robbie lost
his balance and we both came tumbling down.

		Without even realizing it I was sitting on Robbie's chest, no I was
sitting on his dick. The only thing that separated my ass from his dick were
our denim jeans. I swayed my weight a little, so that the realization that
my ass was sitting on a wrong spot would make me get aroused again. I
thought about Eric and pushed off his chest to get off. Robbie had let out a
short giggle when we were falling but now his face was serious, as his hand
held mine on his chest. It felt so good...

		"What's going on?" Eric said suddenly. Eric was standing at the door,
watching me sitting on top of Robbie.

		"I know what it looks like," I stuttered, pushing off of Robbie as Robbie
burst out in laughter, "The only thing that happened was that I fell on top
of Robbie. We were fixing the bulb."

		"I know that, I saw it from the stairs, but why did it take you so long to
get off," Eric asked me.

		I looked at Robbie for suggestions. Nothing...

		Eric turned around again, "Never mind, but there are already people in the
living room for the party."

		Robbie jumped off the floor immediately and I had already started to walk
down the hallway. The living room was just off to the right and I could
already see crowds of people already on the dance floor. I didn't know who
was playing the music, but I figured it was Tiara who had promised to bring
some D.J equipment. I was in a rush and quickly hurried up to the stairs,
trying not to let anyone see me while I was sweaty and tired. I ran up to
the bathroom, which was on the second floor. I stood in front of the faucet
looking at the gigantic mirror that Dina had bought. The mirror showed my
entire body. It was one of those times that I didn't just feel like I was
handsome. After seeing Robbie's abs again, it was like mine just still
didn't match up. My face wasn't a cute as his was. I realized that being so
close to Robbie made me feel like shit about myself, because he was so
physically perfect. He was so pretty that he 'had' to play sports just other
dudes wouldn't see him as a pretty boy. I wanted to be like that so bad, but
I wasn't. I had normal average features that didn't stick out too much. I
'had' to wear loud clothes, just so that I didn't fall in with the rest of
the crowd.

		I undressed and just when I got into the shower, I heard the door opening.
I turned to see a shadow from behind the shower curtain. I knew it was
Robbie even before he said anything.

		"Damien, I'm coming in."

		I thought he was joking, "No you're not."

		"Really, you take long ass showers, Dee," he insulted me and then laughed,
jokingly, "Have you seen the crowd down there? The party started without us.
We might as well bunk up for a shower, so that we could both enjoy the
party. Its not like I'm gonna try anything."

		He was right in some ways. The party did already start and it was crowded,
but I really didn't take long ass showers. I could already smell into his
game, but I really wasn't denying it. I didn't know why. I was probably
upset with Eric's overprotective attitude and beginning to believe that
since Robbie hadn't really pushed up on me for a whole day, he would keep
that act going. I didn't say anything as I saw the curtain open and knew he
was climbing into the shower behind me. I tried to firm up my ass, not
because I knew Robbie wanted to fuck it, but because I didn't want him to
think that he had a better ass than I did. I knew he was staring at it from
the moment he jumped into the shower. We didn't talk for a while, but Robbie
was really close to me because the fall of the water was short and came only
in the front area of the bath. Finally I realized that Robbie had the soap
and it was a reason to turn around and see what Robbie was really staring
at.

		When I turned around, I nearly wrapped Robbie's dick around my leg. He
wasn't too hard, but he was long, not really thick like Eric, but long. I
could see almost seven inches in a semi-erect cock. As I brushed up against
his cock, he staggered back a little. It was the first time that I saw Eric
wet. He looked even more perfect. His lips soaked up the waters and than
drained them out in soft droplets. His body looked like sprinkling showers
on the concrete.

		"Good," he said when I turned around and grabbed the soap, "I need to
scrub my back for me."

		"Why?"

		"I can't reach it," he laughed and for a minute I grinned at my own
stupidity. Feeling guilty for treating him with so much suspicion, I agreed
to scrub his back.

		I noticed soft moans as I guided the soap into the middle of his back, but
they weren't moans that signified erotic pleasure only a sort of relief that
happened when you scratch an itch. The moans started getting more passionate
as I continued down his back. I began to realize that Robbie was really
enjoying it. He had flattened his stomach against the shower wall and had
his ass sticking out as if inviting me to go down there. I hesitated,
remembering Eric again and just as I was about to move my hand, Robbie came
once again showing that he was stronger than me by sticking my hand on his
ass. I had dropped the soap, so now it was only my bare hand on his ass.

		It didn't seem to matter to him as he called out, "Ohh. I wanna fuck you
so bad! Ohh! You like that? You can fuck me!"

		"Robbie, stop joking around."

		He wasn't joking. He put my middle finger between his crack and kept it
there as he started to grind against my finger. It felt so warm, almost like
my finger had been stuck between too hard pillows.

		"Ahh, You want this ass don't you? You want to put your big dick in it and
pound it until your cum leaks from it. Or you want me to fuck 'you' so hard
until you fucking piss on yourself!"

		He was grinding harder against my finger, making his ass cheeks swallow my
finger until I couldn't even see traces that my middle finger still existed.
He talked dirty even more, his words like hypnosis, making me actually
believe I wanted to do some of those things. Suddenly I pulled back,
thinking of Eric. I didn't just pull, back, but I tossed my body back
feeling that I needed to get distracted by pain so that I couldn't do what I
was thinking about when my middle finger was stuck between Robbie's ass
cheek. I kept thinking about Eric, thinking about what Eric would think if
he found us like that.

		"No! Robbie, why do you keep on doing this?" I asked him and pushed my
head back, "I care about Eric. We aren't going to get married or anything,
but it is just one of those relationship where we understand each other too
much just to be friends. Eric and I are deeper than just sex."

		"Fuck!!" Robbie cried out and came out of the shower following me, his
almost hard dick swinging like a rope; "Does he think the same thing about
you, Damien?"

		"What do you mean?" I asked suddenly confused that after all the affection
Eric's shown me, Robbie would doubt his feelings for me.

		"Remember Tim? I just saw ol' Tim Tim all over Eric before I came up here
to take a shower. I heard some people are downstairs in the basement trying
to get their dicks sucked too. I wonder if Eric is one of them?"

		I jumped out of the bathroom, partly because I was angry with Robbie for
hitting on me when he said he wouldn't and second because I wanted to see if
what he was saying about Eric was true. Robbie didn't lie, but I didn't
think Eric would cheat on me. I ran to my room and tried to put on some
clothes. I really wasn't too particular about the clothes I was wearing. I
ended up picking out an outfit that Robbie and I bought when we went out
earlier. I didn't really fix my hair or dry my skin from the shower. I kept
thinking about Eric. I was going to tell him everything now. I was going to
tell him about how Robbie kept trying to fuck me, but how I never let him. I
knew Eric was going to be so proud. I got my clothes on and opened the door,
hearing the loud music beginning to play already. Everything was so dark and
it was hard to even walk down the stairs. People were passing around liquor
in the party and I knew that I probably would have gotten a big ass fine I
the cops came by, still nothing mattered at the moment. I was so emotional,
feeling like I finally got down to all Of Robbie's evil tricks when he tried
to seduce me.

		Tim. Timothy Grains was the only Tim that I knew. He was the one who was
always trying to be around me for a while and always asking me these
different questions. If there were such a word for a male slut, he would be
it. Everyone knew that he was gay. He was really open about it. People
spread rumors that the only reason he followed Robbie around everywhere was
because he was trying to suck Robbie's dick. Timothy Grains was really open
about his sexuality too. He tried to fuck teachers, deans, students and once
even tried to fuck my father. I didn't trust him for the moment, when I
couldn't spot him on the dance floor. People were really drinking and
conversing more than they were dancing acting like it was some kind of club.
There were a lot of slutty people there though, probably because a lot of
the people there were Robbie's friends. A couple of the girls started
grabbing me and asking me to dance. Some of them went to grab my ass and
some even tried to grab my dick. I managed to pull away and go into the D. J
booth, which was just the kitchen cellar. Sure enough, Tiara was there,
playing the D. J.

		"Where's Eric?" I asked her immediately as I entered.

		"I think he went to the basement for a drink."

		For a drink, she had mentioned. He hadn't gone there to fuck, but for a
drink. A little weight went off my chest as I looked around and tried to
find my way to the D. J booth. Robbie was waiting for me outside the booth,
almost like he knew that I would go in there. As soon as I came out I tried
to walk away but he jumped in front of me.

		"Damien, I care about you," he told me, almost like I didn't know that
already, "I don't wanna see you get hurt. If Eric hurts you, I'm gonna go
fucking crazy!"

		"Do what you want," I scowled and turned to walk away. I didn't care if he
was joking or not now. I knew then that Robbie would do anything just to get
into my ass. I knew he wanted it only because he knew that Eric wanted it
even more and Eric's reason for wanting my ass was better. Eric's reason was
love.

		I managed to push past him and go down into the basement. It was dark and
already I could smell the sex in the air. It was hot in the basement, hotter
than it usually was down there. I saw a couple of girls who were tongue
kissing a couple of guys on the old sofa. The small laundry rooms that we
had were being used as almost sex room. Small moans were coming from each
room and I knew that other things besides kissing must have been going on. I
remembered locking the basement door because I knew something like this was
going to come up, but I figured Robbie opened the door because he wanted
something like this to happen. I found a friend who was getting fondled by
this blonde girl on the far end of the basement near the opening of the
bathroom.

		"Yo, you seen Eric?" I asked him.

		He gave out a short grunt and then pointed down the hall towards the small
bedroom that Dina had installed just in case she wanted space to herself.
She never really used the small bedroom, but Robbie usually went down there
to play cards with his friends or fool around with some chicken-heads. I
went to the room immediately because I knew that there was no lock on the
door. I didn't bother to knock, I mean, it was my house! It was my birthday
party! I never told anyone that they could be in the basement.

		When I opened the door, at first I thought that it was a girl and a boy,
but then I realized it was too boys. When I noticed the two boys, I looked
at their faces. At first I saw the braids of the one with light skin. He had
long hair that came down to his shoulders. His skin was a caramel brown
color and he had soft freckles that showed he was mulatto.

		It was Eric.

		The other boy was clearly Timothy Grains, the smutty ass dude was bent
over on the bed, on his hands and knees. He was ass naked. Eric was at the
foot of the bed, standing up and grappling onto Timothy's waist as he shoved
his dick up Timothy's ass. Timothy moaned deeply, in pleasure. He was
laughing and giggling in excitement. Eric was pounding into the ass harder,
pulling his dick out so far that I could see the red tip and then slamming
it back into Tim's ass again. Eric wasn't really naked though. He had just
pulled his pants down and his shirt covered the top part of his ass. Eric
had a yellow condom on his dick and Timothy had a box of condoms in his
hands (probably because he expected to be fucking a lot of people all
night). I watched desperately as Eric grabbed onto the boy from behind so
tightly as though he was trying to explore different pieces of the boy that
he never knew. He pounded into his ass and I realized that Eric had never
fucked another boy's ass before. The way he did it was almost like he was
excited about it. He kept pounding, harder and harder faster and faster. He
didn't make any noises like he did when we fucked in the bathroom, but I
could see how he moved his waist that he was having a good time pounding
into Tim's ass. My heart began to drop.
		I fell to the floor in tears with no other choice but to watch Eric go
into the boy. I kept seeing Eric's thrust, as his ass tightened up and he
rapidly stroked Tim. He was so excited. My heart cried with my tears. My
mouth went dry. I thought I was going to faint, but I couldn't. All I did
was watch, helplessly. I fell to the floor and started to cry like a little
girl. Eric wouldn't stop! He kept doing it, pounding into the boy and
pounding even harder when he heard Tim's loud shrieks, "OH, I love you, I
love you!" I started to cry even louder. Eric wouldn't stop! Finally Tim
turned around to face the doorway and saw me sitting there. He pointed and
shrieked a little bit.

		Eric didn't move when he saw me he stayed there, his dick still in the boy
and chanted, "Oh god! Oh god, no! Please no!"

		I was thinking the same thing. Still, Eric hadn't spoken to me, he spoke
to God. Only God could forgive for such a thing. I was lost in my tears. I
was lost in my sadness and within me, my own voice mourned;

			"Oh, God, I love this man.
			 How could this be?
			 He stole my heart without mercy
			 And now I he uses dynamite to finish the rest of me?"

		He staggered off his feet and I watched as he and Tim tried their best to
put back on their clothes without tripping over their own bodies. Eric
looked so beautiful to me, even now. His sweet look making me wish that I
hadn't fallen for him, then I wouldn't have hurt so much right now. I
finally got off my feet and started to walk away, knowing that they wouldn't
follow me too soon because they still weren't dress fully. I made my way up
the stairs and at the top of the stairs I saw him...Robbie. His body was
something like an angel, seeming to call me home after I lived my world of
distress. He had told me that he didn't want to see me hurt, but I ran into
his arms crying. For the first time Robbie embraced me in front of his
friends, showing no concern about whom in the party was looking. He hugged
tightly as I cried on his chest.

		"I didn't want to see you this hurt," Robbie told me, "You make me crazy
when you get hurt. Don't worry. I'll make everything better. I'll fix
'everything'".

		He picked my head up and kissed me, there in the middle of the dance
floor, where it was so romantic. Even though no one could see us because it
was dark, it seemed as though he would be my umbrella in the rain, but only
for a while. The rain hadn't stopped yet...