Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2004 19:49:31 -0500
From: Sammie G <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rain On Me, Chapter 9

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, sensuality, 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 NINE

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		Eric's betrayal had sent me into a world of confusion and distress. I had
taken off for school for more than a week. I kept forcing myself to believe
that I was just sick, but I knew it was more. I knew that the rage that
boiled inside of my causing my stomach to ache was from Eric. I stayed in my
room almost 24/7 drawing sketches of sad scenes. My father kept trying to
find out what was wrong with me. He thought Dina had something to do with
it. I guess he thought that I was acting sick so that I wouldn't have to
participate in the wedding (the wedding was only a month away). He even went
as far as asking me if I wanted him to break the engagement to Dina. I told
him no, even though I did. The thing was, I had gotten over the whole Dina
thing. I realized that if my father was happy with her, than that is the
person he should be with, regardless of whether I liked her or not.

		My world was falling apart slowly. I felt so alone, as though everyone had
left me. Robbie was constantly with me though, bringing me work from school
and keeping light conversation just to take my mind of the worries. He came
in everyday and everyday was the same routine. He was be nice for a little
bit, then start nibbling on my neck and rubbing on my crotch trying to have
sex with me. I refused each time, even though the more I slipped into my
depression, the more appealing his offer became. I felt so alone, the
loneliness crept up at me until at times I found myself talking to the
walls, as though they were people. Eric rarely came in my room but every
morning he left a note underneath my door. One of them read,

			'DAMIEN,
				WHY WON'T YOU OPEN THE DOOR FOR ME?
			HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN THAT WE HAVEN'T TALKED?
			I HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR WHAT HAPPENED ON
			YOUR BIRTHDAY, BUT I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU THROUGH
			A NOTE. I MEAN ANYONE CAN PICK IT UP! DAMIEN, ITS
			REALLY IMPORTANT. YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME A CHANCE TO
			EXPLAIN.'


		 I kept wondering what Damien possibly had to say that could explain what
happened. I mean, it wasn't like I caught him with just his shirt off or
something. I caught him in that fucking another guy. I just kept to myself;
I did not really want to see him, but knew that I was going to have to leave
out of my room at some point or another.

		By now it was March 17th, Saint Patrick's day. I woke up early in the
morning, hesitant about going to school that day. I checked my email and
noticed all the mail from people that I had been getting. Tiara had sent me
a few friendly mails, then there were some compliments from John Does in
there and some of Eric's notes. They were all basically saying the same
thing. None really tried to apologize for what happened...he never did
apologize for what happened. All of the notes just kept repeating the same
phrase saying that he had to explain what happened. I kept thinking he was
going to say something like our relationship wasn't working or probably it
was because I hadn't given my ass up to him yet. I knew if I heard that, it
would just break my heart more. I decided not to think about Eric, as I wore
some black pants and a nice shirt because the weather outside was looking
up.

		Finally going to school, I began to look at people in a different way.
Everyone looked so different since that incident with Eric. The boys weren't
looking better, but my anger towards Eric made my eyes believe that they
were almost my only way to get back at him. They began looking like some
kind of tool that I wanted to use, needed to use to get that dying ache from
inside my heart. Some of the boys, I knew for sure were gay, but some of
them just looked. It was a small school and gossip got around quick. I knew
who did what with who and when, before even they were sure about it. Tiara
had the biggest mouth imaginable. She would talk about people that I didn't
know and then I began to know about them and began to feel their life story
as though it were mine.

		"Guess what I heard about Miguel Rivera!" she had told me one time.

		Miguel Rivera was the senior who was at our school. He was the football
star. He was kind of handsome, but his status as jock made him want to act
as masculine as all the others. He never tried to dress nice and he rarely
put on any sex appeal. The jocks were basically in war with the pretty boys
(Robbie and his friends) over attention from the girls. Saying that now
Mike's team was the worst in the league, girls really went after Robbie and
his group of pretty faces. The rivalry never really had anything to do with
me, even though I had the tendency to be both a jock and a pretty boy.

		"Miguel Rivera been trying to sex up his teammates in the showers!"

		She would get so excited after gossiping and then give all her opinions on
the area. For someone like me who was too shy to really get into the
business of others, I found myself really thinking about my placement in
that school. That was when the big change occurred.


		I met him in the locker room after school. I always knew he was in the
locker room because he would always ask me to keep people out of there when
he was meditating a couple of hours before a game. It was something that a
lot of the football players did, but I guess Miguel got to use the locker
room because he was the quarterback. At first I didn't realize what my plans
were for going inside the locker room, but I knew that he was going to be in
there. I guess it was going to be better than just going to catch the bus at
my normal time and probably finding Eric standing near my bus stop. Miguel
was a real serious guy and I knew he was going to be mad at me interrupting
him, but I did it anyway.

		As I walked in the locker room, I noticed the heat rising into the room
like a steam room. I guess it was because somebody forgot to turn the
showers off. That was when I saw Miguel. He was in his boxer and had a towel
around his shoulders. When I saw him, he was wearing deodorant putting it
all underneath his arms. Miguel was tall and had these muscular arms. He had
a short, kind of normal haircut and rugged sideburns. He had these big hands
that he used to grip the football and they were like the size of my face.
His feet were huge too, probably bigger than most I knew. Everything about
him was so muscular, almost like he had too much testosterone. I looked at
how he looked in his boxers. He didn't have much of a butt, but there was
another huge bulge that came from his front side. I stared down at the bulge
noticing the manly Spanish boy grabbing at them as though to he was
adjusting them. Suddenly his eyes turned around and noticed me; then he
jerked his hand from his crotch area quickly and shot me a furious look,
digging through his locker to put the deodorant back.

		He looked clearly annoyed at my presence, "What the fuck are you doing
here, Baby Buttons?"

		He called me baby trying to tease me because Robbie always went around
calling me 'Baby Boy.' Buttons was the nickname the football players used
for pretty boys. Of course, I wasn't really like the pretty boys or really
hang out with them, but I was put in their league by default because of my
"almost stepbrother" relationship with Robbie. Robbie had told most of the
boys that we were related anyway, so everyone thought it was like that
already. I tried to let them know that Robbie was not my brother, but no one
really cared. The feud between the jocks and the pretty boys were really
tense in the school.

		"I'm not a button," I told him and walked down to the locker room, giving
a little playful step as I smiled.

		He didn't seem to put down his guard, "So why you here, Damien?"

		"I wanted to talk."

		He rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth loudly, probably already telling
me that he had not interest in talking to me. It didn't turn me away though.
I saw how he stood there, leaning his waist out as though trying to make the
bulge in his dick look bigger.

		"Well talk, I gotta piss."

		He went to the bathroom stall and opened it. He climbed into the urinal
and as I started walking towards the urinal, he slammed the door. I laughed.
I don't know why this sort of let down was just turning me on. I had never
really had someone play really hard to get. I mean Eric was hard to get, but
not in a way that showed that he didn't want me at all. This guy almost
seemed straight, except though I knew there were way too many things to get
in his way.

		"I heard some things about you," I told him, "Rumors going around."

		He gazed over the bathroom stall, his eyes gazing at me with sudden
interest, "Like what?"

		"I heard that you been trying to fuck your friends...your male friends."

		My lack of manners and sudden outburst probably surprised him. It
surprised me too. I wasn't used to speaking so openly, but I guess the
experience with Eric had changed me. My mind wasn't where it used to be. Now
I was hurt. I felt just a little routed off from my main focus in life. I
felt as though I could do whatever now and it really didn't matter. I had no
love in my life now, so everything else was just what it was. I saw how
Miguel looked at me. He didn't know what to say. He was stuck almost
surprised that I had brought up the subject at all, but even brought it out
so bluntly. I guess at first he took it as a diss, but saw that I wasn't
really looking to embarrass him because my face got so serious.

		"Who you heard this from?"

		"It don't matter who I heard it, but someone said it. So were you?" I
asked him and watched as he climbed out of the bathroom stall, his hands
grabbing his crotch even more to put it back in his pants.

		"Why you want to know?"

		I planted my hand on his crotch and he was so tall that I when I tried to
kiss his lips, I ended up only kissing his neck area (and that was with
standing on the tip of my toes). He didn't deny me, but instead just sort of
sat there and watched it happen. At first it seemed like his manhood was
getting him in the way of making any facial expression or noises to show he
was enjoying it. he just sort of looked straight as though he was in some
sort of spell. I rubbed onto his cock, wrapping the soft cock between my
middle and index finger like a thread until it began to swell. As soon as it
began to swell I noticed a smile on his face.

		"So, it's like that?"

		"Yeah, I guess it is," I replied and dropped to my knees.

		He leaned up against the locker room wall and put on hand on his dick,
then put one hand on my shoulder. He sort of guided my mouth to his dick
like I was a baby needing to be guided to a spoon. I looked up and saw the
sort of triumphant smile on his face. He sort of opened his mouth a little
as though showing me how to open my mouth and swallow his dick. I laughed,
knowing that he had no idea! My lips went to the tip of the dick and then
from the edge I began to slowly work my way to the ends of the dick. My
tongue made swirls when the dick was implanted into my mouth and I saw
Miguel's head fall back against the locker and look up at the ceiling. I
bobbed my head against his dick, tasting the masculine aroma of him as I
moistened his dick with my spit. This soft squishes made my mouth slide onto
his dick easily but my firm lips gave more suction that a virgin pussy.

		"Oh shit!" he said, pushing my head down on his cock even more. The wide
hand palmed the entire back of my head and pushed down on his cock so hard
that I thought I was going to gag.

		I didn't though. I just pulled the dick out and then licked it a little
trying to get my balance. His balls were hanging low, almost dipping to the
ground. I took the balls and cupped them in my mouth, licking them like a
lollipop. Then I took the cock into my mouth again and this time, I had the
mind to not only bob up and down his cock, but to twirl my thick lips a
little. I felt him panting when I did it and suddenly I knew what was going
to happen before it even happened. He was breathing hard, his body getting
warm from the feeling and then all of a sudden, I felt him tense up. I
glided the wet dick out of my mouth and pushed it up a little on his warming
body. The sperm flew out of his dick and instead of landing on me, landed
all over Miguel's bronze body.

		"Dame you're good!" he complimented me weakly, trying to clean the cum off
of his boxers shorts, "I mean, you suck dick better than a chick!"

		"Probably explains why you came so quick," I told him, a little annoyed
that the experience didn't last longer. I pulled up my coat and wiped the
saliva off the side of my lip. I got up and walked out of the room.

		He was a rookie. I should have known. He had the body of a real man, but
no real man climaxes after a two or three minute blow-job. I didn't know why
I didn't go home, but I really wasn't feeling too complete. I remembered
that Gambling Club that Timothy Grains had taken me to that day that day I
cut school. The gambling club was a real hotspot for all the "buttons" or
the pretty boys that were in my school. They were mostly friends of Robbie
and from what I heard, Robbie had made the idea to open up the spot in the
first place. I knew that if I were to get any satisfaction today it would be
from there. The first time I went there, sex poisoned the air like gas. Even
though I knew a majority of the people who went to the club was straight, it
really didn't matter to me. These were "high school" boys. I mean...if they
were horny, they were just looking for a good fuck. That was why Timothy
Grains hung out in the club. They kept him around because they knew he had a
hungry ass and if there were no girls around, old slutty ass Timothy Grains
would be around.

		Anyway, I felt real hesitant at first to go to the club in the position I
was in now. I wanted to be just like Timothy Grains. I wanted to be a
fucking dirty ass boy that everyone sees as a quick fuck just so that I
could know what it was that Eric found better in Timothy when he cheated on
me. The club wasn't really crowded now, but as I made my way out I did
manage to catch a glimpse of a boy who looked something like Timothy Grains.
I wanted to launch over there and beat his ass for causing so much trouble,
but before I knew it he had jumped in a car with some girls and was gone
(probably to lick their pussy). I really didn't care after a while.

		When I entered the clubhouse I heard some loud music and the smell of weed
filling the atmosphere. The gambling club had a pool table in the center
floor with a dangling light overhead. The house was an old house, but it was
in good condition. There were steps that led to the upstairs room, where
most of the guys went in for a quick fuck. The house wasn't too crowded
though. I noticed the faces immediately. Terrence Walker was sitting in a
chair smoking. Terrence was the one who really had the hook-ups for all the
buttons in the school. His twin brother Greg Walker was shooting pool at the
table. Greg and Terrence had this thing about trying to act as laid back as
possible. They probably thought it was sexy. Harrison and T.J all joined
Greg at the pool table. Then I saw Byron. Byron was Robbie's best friend.
Him and Robbie were like brothers. I thought twice about hitting on one of
these guys if I knew that Byron was going to be there. Byron was fine
though. Among all of them, he and Robbie carried the name of pretty boy.
They were like Ganymedes, Adonises or like Cupids. They were just perfect in
so many ways.

		"What's up, Damien?" Byron said. He was the only one who really
acknowledged me. I could see Terrence who was sitting in the chair. He
stared at me and licked his lips. He always did things like that. When
Robbie or the others weren't looking he would always muscle me down and try
to make me feel so sexy with alluring words. He was more aggressive then
Robbie.

		"Yeah," Terrence muttered, quickly echoing a short erotic, "Hey Baby boy."

		Byron shot him a little shut up glance and then continued watching the
others play pool. The other guys really didn't give me a lot of eye contact.
All of them had known me as Robbie's property and I guess it was a code that
they decided to keep. Terrence really didn't care about that code though and
openly defied it with his strong attempts to get with me.

		"Robbie just left with Tim and some girls like a second ago."

		"Oh, that explains the car that I ran into on my way over here."

		"Baby Boy didn't come here for Robbie. He came here for me." Terrence
jumped to his feet, with the weed still stuck in his hand. He climbed around
the table with his wide smile and came to stand right next to me. He grabbed
me almost in a playful wrestling technique, one in which he had his hands
grappling my head and he was smiling. He had seen Robbie wrestles with me a
couple of times and I guess he wanted to show he was even with Robbie.

		The guys started to laugh and then a couple of them shot me look for the
first time. They were all really fly guys. All of them could have been on
like a playgirl magazine if they wanted to. That was probably why Robbie
didn't like when I was really around them.

		"Didn't you?" Terrence tried to confirm, wrapping his arm around my
shoulder and giving a smile. I nodded and he turned to his friends, "Told
you so."

		"Like anyone wants to see you," Byron teased and then threw me a soda.

		The group laughed and Terrence let go of me a little, still glaring me
with his flirtatious smile. I caught it and watched Terrence walk away,
smiling as usual but this time biting on his red lower lip. He wore baggy
clothes that were twenty times bigger than he was, but he was the only one
who could really get away with it. He tried to act like he was born out of
the street and the look really got him respect from boys as well as girls.

		I followed Terrence to the couch and to his surprise I sat right next to
him. That was when I noticed the eyes of the rest of the Buttons as they
looked at us sitting together. Terrence tried to look cool as he laid back
in his chair not finding it inconvenient at all that I was sitting with him
in this one person chair even though there were so many chairs around. I
looked at the weed he had in his hand and leaned closer to him.

		"Can I get some?" I asked him.

		He gave me the bud. I took it in my mouth and held it there for a minute
it was good. I had seen something on the movies and all of a sudden had the
urge to try it...hoping to gain attention from it. I leaned into him, moving
towards his mouth as though to kiss him. I expected him to do what he did,
which was open him mouth immediately and embrace in a kiss with me. The
smoke that came from the bud went into his mouth and it sort of floated
between us for a while until it subsided. It had left our tongues burning a
bit and feeling a little hot. Then my tongue went into his pink lips and I
kissed him passionately. We got into it so much that I was leaning into him,
my leg falling over his leg.

		As I thought this had caused a little riot in the gambling house.
Harrison, T.J and Greg were beginning to bark and howl like wolves trying to
urge their "player" friend on as well as express surprise from the hot
scene. Byron just stood there, his mouth opened, smiling a little, as though
too surprised to really talk about it. Greg and T.J started to clap hands as
though trying to maintain their excitement. Harrison was laughing like he
was crazy. I knew it was something that none of them would have expected
from me. After the long kiss Terrence pulled only inches away from my face,
licking his lips like they had just sucked on candy. He was so close to me
that when he licked his lips, his tongue brushed up against mine. His hand
was on my thigh and he was pulling me closer to him, taking me like I was a
girl or something.

		"Let's do that again," he half-joked, laughing suddenly.

		"I dunno. I mean. I can kiss other places too."

		The hoots and hollers had increased as the club watched Terrence trying to
kick his game to me and started to whisper dumb crap in my ear as I started
to rub on his dick between his jeans. It wasn't like in any case I was
falling for it. I had come into the club with the same mentality as I had
now. It didn't really matter what Terrence said. Still, at that time, I saw
Byron getting up, sort of amused by the spectacle but only having a
half-smile as though he wasn't really approving of what we were doing.

		"Okay, okay Damien. That last weed probably got to your head. C'mon, I'm
gonna take you home." He grabbed onto my hand and tried to pull me off the
chair but then I saw Terrence jump up between us.

		"What the hell Byron? You a cock block now?"

		By now whatever smile Byron or Terrence had was immediately erased because
of the sudden annoyance Terrence was showing. I sat there, knowing that I
was probably causing trouble, but realizing that regardless of what I did,
there would be trouble. So I just sat there and watched them argue.

		"Cock block?" Byron said, pushing a fake laugh as though not believing
what Terrence just said, "This isn't some fucking hoe or smut, T! This is
Baby boy. This is Damien. Its Robbie's Damien."

		"Fuck that," Terrence said. He really didn't give a fuck. He turned to me;
"Do you want to leave?"

		"N----ope," I teased, in a playful remark, trying to lighten the
situation.

		"Damien. C'mon. Stop joking around."

		Terrence was really getting mad now. He put his hand on Byron's shoulder
trying to gain his composure and remind himself that Byron was still his
friend.

		"You are cock-blocking."

		"Robbie is gonna be mad as hell when he finds out you're over here trying
to fuck around with Damien. You know how he feels about the kid."

		Terrence shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Well you could tell Robbie to
wait his turn. Its not my fault the kid wants the dick."

		Harrison who looked just as horny as Terrence agreed, "He's right."

		The others were muttering the same thing by this time and I knew that they
were all bent on getting some today. By now they were all looking at me,
giving me the same sexy smiles that Robbie and Terrence had given me. They
had ways of making a person feel good. Now I realized why Timothy Grains
hung around them so much.

		"I can't believe this shit," Byron said, picking his coat up from off the
hanger and putting it over his hand. He walked out of the house, slamming
the door behind him so hard that I thought it was going to break off the
hinges. I had become different. I had changed so much that now I didn't care
who was hurt in this. I didn't care about Byron or Robbie. None of them
really made a difference to me.

		As soon as he left, I got up and followed Terrence to the center of the
room. I started to suck on his sweet neck and down to his collar bone. He
had on nice cologne that reminded me of Robbie (probably because he had
stolen the cologne from Robbie). He moaned excited as I started to kiss
lower, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I could feel something come up from
behind me and then noticed the touch of someone else. Whoever it was sent
shivers to my spine as they started kissing the back of my neck. I bent my
eyes to see Greg standing behind me, sandwiching me in with his brother. He
was pressed hard against my back, making his jeans cradle up against mine.
His hands were squeezing onto my ass cheeks, rubbing them firmly. Before I
knew it my right hand was digging through Terrence's belt to find his dick
and my left was digging through his brothers. The smell of the weed had made
me a little dizzy but I could still see Harrison and T.J undressing in a
close distance.

		"Get on your knees," Terrence ordered me. I immediately did so, noticing
Terrence holding his dick in his hands. It was a beautiful dick. It wasn't
big or nothing likes that, but it was nice. By now, T.J and Harrison were
standing around me with their meat in their hands while Greg hustled quickly
to catch up. Harrison had that biggest dick and I sucked on his first. I
couldn't take the whole thing in my mouth but it was full. Harrison leaned
back just like I had seen Miguel do, but he didn't have a wall, so he used
his friends' shoulders to lean back. My hands jerked off T.J and Greg, but I
let Terrence wait as he jerked off himself eagerly waiting to feel me on
him. I could see the hunger in his presence as the only contact he had was
with Harrison who was gripping onto his shoulders as though to brace
himself.

		"Ah, shit! Ahhhhh...those lips. Suck my shit, baby boy!" Harrison moaned
in ecstacy while making the others laugh a little in anticipation and
excitement. By now I was excited too. It had been a while since I didn't
think about Eric and the thought of not thinking about Eric made me feel
good.

		"It's like that?" Greg asked and before getting an answer started to push
his dick against my lips, hoping that I would let go of Harrison in exchange
for his.

		After one longer stroke on Harrison, I watched as both Greg and Terrence
struggled to get their dicks sucked nice. T.J was the stranger of them all.
Instead of fighting for a spot, he was slowly working his way down on his
knees with me. He was kissing the back of my neck and rubbing his naked body
against mine. It felt real good but it was just so strange. I didn't say
anything and began to suck Greg's dick. Greg was probably the weakest of
them all. As soon as I put my lips on him, he began to gyrate and almost
have a seizure. He began saying words that I never even heard of and began
to fuck my face uncontrollably. I thought he probably didn't have sex for a
long time or had wanted to fuck me secretly all this time. Either way he
looked like he was having the time of his life and as I did the same trick
on him as I did on Miguel, I felt Greg bust a nut on my shoulder.

		"UGHHRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He yelled as he jerked the wet oozing cream onto
my shoulder. The others were laughing at him and teasing him a little, as he
made more comments about how good I was.

		Greg was horny though! Even after he came, he still kept beating his dick
and stayed hard, competing to get sucked again. That was when I took in
Terrence. I could see the control in him. He didn't make too much noise, but
did mutter a couple of words. He took my head and guide d my mouth around
his dick. His dick was beautiful. I licked his veins and cute brown head. I
licked the hole and watched as he squirmed a little.

		"Ahh! I love this cat!"

		I didn't need that in my life and I was hoping that he just said it
because he was in the moment. I pulled away for a moment; "You better not."

		He laughed and I knew for sure that it was just an in the moment thing.
That was when I noticed a wet, almost moist feeling filling up my ass. I
turned back and saw T.J lubing up my ass. At that moment he had even bent
down to stick his dick into it. I pushed him away a little.

		"It's not for you," I warned him. I had heard about the realistic bottoms
but I wasn't one of them. I was going to save my ass for a man, who loved
me, is it Eric or not.

		"Can I lick it at least?"

		I had not problem with that. I squatted a little and let T.J enter my ass.
His tongue went into me and around me. I began to try and suck Harrison and
Terrence off at the same time, putting them in my mouth at the same time.
The dicks were salty but sweet as the butted against my taste buds and ran
on my lips. I could feel Terrence tense up a little. I could feel the heat
between us as T.J entered my ass filling it with warm, wet licks. He went to
places deep into my ass and soon Greg joined him in the exploration of my
anus. The two seemed to be obsessed with it. Terrence muttered how much he
loved me a couple of more times and Harrison's huge cock went into my mouth
until I could almost choke on it.

		It was Harrison who came first, but then after that, we all started to
beat our cocks and come after him.........

		"Ughhhhhhhhh."

		"OH YEAHh."

		"FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!"



The night went on just like that. I got drunk that night and stayed there
well into the day until nighttime came. During the day, I had sex with those
guys over and over and even some more of their friends who they knew would
enjoy a boy with a hot mouth. They said that I could suck really well.
That's what they all said and so I became to them, "The boy who could suck."
I don't remember who took me home or how the day ended, but all I remember
was that in a single wake of sadness I was transformed into the shy boy into
the male whore of the city. The whole while it was just so that I couldn't
think of Eric. I had become bitter, unable to see past the mutation inside
of my body.  The rain outside my window had become bitter. It had become
acid rain.