Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 18:00:36 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Taking Off the Mask   Chapter 7

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Taking Off the Mask         Chapter 7



Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we
cannot live within. James Baldwin



"James," my mother shouted from her office when I returned home from
the nursing home. "I want to see you a minute."

"Yes, Mom?" I asked as I entered and took a seat in a chair beside her
desk. She looked at me over the top of her glasses.

"How was your day?" she inquired. "Did Mr. Wilbur take you for any
more money?" I reached in my pocket and pulled out the remaining money I
had. "$2.25." She looked at me and smiled.

"Are you going to continue to let that elderly gentleman keep taking
your allowance each week?" She joked.

"It looks like it," I admitted.

She stopped and studied me for a minute, making me uncomfortable.
"You're sixteen now, and growing so fast. You're turning into a very
handsome young man." I put my head down as my face began to redden.

"I want you to be very careful tonight," she warned. "You may be
sixteen, but you're still young. As you get older, you'll find that
I'll be giving you a little more freedom when it comes to going out." I
looked up and nodded.

"I know how these parties can be," she said. "I've seen enough
television specials to know that drugs and alcohol will be there; and if
a guy like Donovan Michaels is taking you, then I'm sure there will be a
lot of popular kids there. You've never really hung out with that kind
of crowd before. I just want you to be careful, Honey."

"I'll be alright," I assured her. "I can take care of myself."

"I didn't say you couldn't," she replied. "It's just that there
will be a lot of..um..I guess I'm trying to say is- there will be a lot
of temptation. Sometimes people try hard to fit in."

"Don't worry, Mom," I said. "I'm not going to drink, and I
definitely won't be doing drugs."

"You didn't say you definitely wouldn't drink," she said sternly,
then let a smile appear.

"Well, maybe a sip or two," I admitted. Even I knew that at one of
Sylvia's parties, it would be hard to abstain from drinking a little.

"Be home by one thirty." She turned and started typing on her computer.
I was going to correct her and tell her we had agreed on my curfew being
at one o`clock, but maybe she had changed her mind. I certainly wasn't
going to argue with her.

I went to my room and tried to take a nap, but I tossed and turned. I was
too excited. This was my first real date and I was afraid that I would do
something to screw it up. My mother was right when she said that I
wasn't used to running with the popular kids. Even I was wondering why
Donovan had invited me in the first place.

Jackie came to my room a little after seven. I think she was more excited
about my `date' than I was. I took a shower while she got my clothes
ready. When I came back to my room with my towel wrapped around me, she
handed me a pair of red bikini underwear.

"Here," she said excitedly. "Put these on and let me see what you look
like in them."

"Jackie," I shouted. "I'm not wearing these, and I'm definitely not
going to let you see me in them."

"Nonsense," she huffed. "You wear speedos all summer at the pool, so
I'm not going to see anything I haven`t seen before." She held up the
red bikinis. "These are Pete's. I found them in his dresser. I think he
wore them for Valentine's Day last year." She giggled as she handed
them to me. "Now go in the bathroom and put them on, then come back and
let me see how they fit you." I gave her an angry look, but she placed
them in my hand and then gave me a push out the door.

I put them on, and then wrapped the towel around me and went back to my
room to get my shorts. I had no intention of letting Jackie see me in
them.

"Why do you have the towel wrapped around you," she asked. She walked
over and attempted to take it off, while I clung to it tightly.

"Come on, James," she said angrily. "How can I help you get ready if
you're acting like this?"

"Jackie," I responded. I looked down at my cock. "I can't let you see
me."

"James, you're gay." she said. "I don't think there's much you got
that will interest me." She took the towel, and with one tug, pulled it
off me. I was standing naked before her with just the red bikinis on.

"Nice package," she exclaimed as she stared at my cock tucked into the
bikinis. "That should make Donovan happy."

"Jackie," I screamed. "He's never going to see it." My face
continued to burn from embarrassment. I couldn't believe I was standing
nearly naked in front of her.

"Don't say never." She turned me around and slapped my butt. "Nice
ass, too."

I quickly grabbed the shorts and put them on. She stood back and studied
me. "Those are too baggy." She walked over to my dresser and held up
several more, before deciding on a pair of white shorts. "Put these
on."

I took the shorts and put them on, but they were extremely tight. I
hadn't worn them in a couple of years and I'd gained some weight since
the last time I had them on. I sucked in my stomach and fastened them.
Jackie walked around inspecting me.

"These are too tight," I insisted.

"They are perfect," she grinned. "They show off your round butt and
give you a nice little bulge." I don't think I could have turned any
redder than I already was.

"But I can't breath in these," I told her.

"Get used to it," she responded. "Girls have been wearing tight
clothes for years to get guys to look at them."

"Well, I'm not a girl," I admonished her.

"No, you're not," she replied. "But you're still trying to attract a
boy." I couldn't argue with her on that point. "Now put on your
shirt."

I pulled the green polo shirt over my head. "Should I tuck it in or
leave it out?" She again walked around me, inspecting my body. This time
I didn't feel as uncomfortable; that is, until she started rubbing my
small nipples.

"What in the hell are you doing, Jackie?" I yelled, as I jumped away
from her.

"I'm trying to get your nipples hard," she said nonchalantly. "That
shirt looks good on you, but it would look better if your nipples showed
a little."

"My nipples are just fine," I insisted.

"Have it your way." She huffed as she walked over to her bag and pulled
out a small bottle.

"What's that?" I asked, afraid to know the answer.

"Clear fingernail polish," she answered. "Sit on the bed and give me
your foot. Now we need to make your toes look sexy." Knowing it was
useless to argue with her, I spent the next fifteen minutes letting her
apply polish to my nails. She had me put on my sandals and then stood
back and admired her work.

"You do have the cutest toes," she said.

"Shut up, Jackie." I moaned. She grabbed me by my arm and pulled me
across the hall to the bathroom. She then applied a mousse to my hair and
tried to give it a spiked look. I have to admit, though; when she
finished it looked really good.

She led me back to my room and placed me in the center and then walked
around me several times.

"You look really hot, James," she said admiringly. "I take back what I
said the other day." I looked over and gave her a questioning look.
"You're the second hottest guy in our school."

Just then my mother walked in and let out a small whistle. "Would you
look at you!" she exclaimed. "You look really nice." She walked over
and put some finishing touches on my hair.

"Who's the lucky girl?" Jackie's eyes widened and she started
coughing. I knew she only did that to stifle a laugh. I was trying hard
to keep a straight face.

"What is wrong with you two?" she asked. She looked over at Jackie.
"So he does have a girlfriend?" Jackie's face was ready to explode
with laughter. She hurried out of the room and ran into the bathroom. I
could hear her laughing from across the hallway.

"She's such a strange girl," my mother said, while still inspecting
me. She looked down and noticed my tight shorts.

"Don't you think those shorts are just a little too tight, James?" She
asked. Not only was my face red, but I think my ears were bright scarlet
also.

"Jackie thought I looked good in them," I managed to mutter.

"Yes, well she would," she replied. "Why don't you put on something
that's not quite as revealing." She walked over to the bed and looked
through the shorts that were strewn on top. She handed me the beige khaki
shorts I had originally decided to wear.

"Put these on." She handed them to me and then left the room. I was
zipping them up when Jackie reentered the room.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Mom didn't like the white ones," I responded.

"Of course not," she said. "She's your mother. Oh well, those look
alright, I guess."

I looked at the clock on my dresser. It was a quarter to nine. Jackie
continued to work on my appearance until I heard the doorbell ring.

"He's here," squealed Jackie. My heart started beating rapidly,
knowing that I had to go downstairs and meet Donovan for our `date.'

When I walked into the living room, my mother had already cornered
Donovan, and she was talking quietly to him. I became embarrassed,
because I knew she was giving him the same speech she had given me
earlier.

He looked over her shoulder and noticed me approaching. A huge smile
appeared on his face. My mother turned and gave me a questioning look,
but I was too busy staring at Donovan. He looked hot- hotter than he
normally looked.

He was dressed in black. He had on a tight black shirt similar to mine;
only his hugged his body and accentuated his strong muscles. His long,
black hair was pulled back into a small ponytail. His brown eyes sparkled
as he watched me walk across the room and stand beside my mother.

"Hey," I said nervously.

"Hi, James," he smiled. "I've just been talking to your mother." I
gave him a sheepish smile, not knowing if it was a good encounter or not.
Suddenly, I felt Jackie give me a quick shove from behind.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Donovan, this is Jackie, my best friend." She
stepped beside me and grabbed my arm and squeezed it so tightly that I
was sure she had cut off the circulation.

"Hi, Donovan," she swooned.

"Hiya, Jackie," he said sexily. I thought Jackie was going to rip my
arm off from the deadly grip she had on it.

Donovan looked down at me and smiled. "Ready?" I nodded and headed to
the door with him behind me.

"It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Hoskins," he turned and spoke. "You
too, Jackie." I looked over and watched Jackie's knees buckle. When
Donovan turned, Jackie mouthed the words, "I hate you."

"Be home by two," my mother shouted as I closed the door and headed to
Donovan's car. He opened the passenger's door and waited for me to get
in before closing it. He walked around the car and got into the driver's
side and then looked over and gave me a huge grin.

"I'm glad you're going with me tonight, James," he said. "You look
really hot."

"Thanks," I said embarrassedly. "You look good too."

As we pulled off, Donovan reached over and rubbed my bare leg. "We're
going to have fun tonight." I looked down at his hand on my leg and
prayed I wouldn't get hard from his contact. When a car pulled out in
front of us, he took his hand off and kept both hands on the steering
wheel the rest of the way to Sylvia's.

When we pulled into the development where Sylvia lived, cars lined the
road. The homes were huge with well-manicured lawns. I thought we would
have to walk a distance to her home, but Donovan pulled up to a large
white colonial home and turned into an empty space in the driveway.

"My private parking space," he boasted. "No one parks here but me."

He got out of the car and walked to my side and opened the door before I
had a chance to unbuckle my seatbelt. He offered his hand to me, and
helped me out. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, because I felt he
was treating me as if I were a girl.

As we walked up the drive to the house, he put his arm around me and
pulled me in tightly to his side. "Let's go have some fun," he said,
as he reached down and ran his hand across my ass.

When he opened the door, we were hit by a burst of loud music. The rooms
were extremely large and filled with raucous teenagers. To the left was a
large room that I assumed was a parlor. There must have been about thirty
people dancing wildly to the music. Almost everyone had a drink in their
hand, and I could smell the aroma of weed permeating the air.

"Come on, James," shouted Donovan into my ear as he grabbed my hand and
led me toward the kitchen. Several people stopped to talk to him, and he
didn't seem to mind them seeing us holding hands.

As we made our way to the kitchen, Sylvia emerged and stumbled over to
us. "Donovan, Darling," she slurred. "I see you made it." She focused
her eyes on me and asked, "Who's your boy toy tonight?"

Donovan gave her an angry look, and then leaned down and whispered
something into her ear. She looked over at me and said, "I'm sorry. You
have to forgive me. I've had a little too much to drink." Donovan
grabbed my hand once again, and led me into the kitchen.

"What's your pleasure?" he asked. He poured a rum and coke and handed
it to me. I nodded and took it while he made himself the same drink. I
took a swig and started coughing. Donovan put his arm around me and
laughed.

"Go slow, Little Dude," he warned. "We got all night." He put his arm
protectively around me and led me around the house, stopping to talk to
some of his jock friends. They would look at me and then raise an
eyebrow. I was becoming uncomfortable, because I knew they were
scrutinizing me to determine if I was suitable enough to be with him.

I spent most of the first thirty minutes pulled tightly into Donovan's
side, as he socialized with people I had only seen from a distance at
school. A few times he tried to include me in the conversation, but most
of it involved sports.

As we walked around, I was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that I
was outing myself to some of the most elite students at our school. The
protective arm that Donovan had around me left no doubt that I was his
date for the evening. It was also obvious that they were aware that he
was gay.

"Hey, this is my song!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the area
where others were dancing. A slow song that I didn't recognize was
booming through the speakers. Donovan reached out and pulled me into him,
wrapping his arms around me. I started blushing as he started grinding
his body into mine.

"Relax," he looked down and smiled. "You're too tense. I told you
before, I don't bite." He then leaned down and kissed me gently. My
body melted into his as I savored the taste of his full lips against
mine. When he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I could taste the rum
still on his lips.

When we pulled apart, I noticed that most of the people around had
witnessed our kiss. I again began to blush, realizing that I was now
officially out. I had just passionately kissed Donovan in front of a
whole room of students from our school.

He pulled me into him, and I laid my head on his firm chest. I could hear
his heart beating, and it suddenly became apparent that he had an
erection pushed against my side. I could feel its enormous girth pushing
into me each time he moved to the music. I could also feel my own cock
begin to harden. Donovan raised his knee and rubbed it against my hard
cock.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "This is nice." I looked up and
nodded. All of a sudden it seemed that the room had emptied and we were
alone.

"Smile for me," he whispered in my ear. "I love it when you smile. You
have the cutest dimples." I started blushing. Donovan liked my dimples!

A fast song came on, so we stopped dancing. He grabbed my hand and led me
back into the kitchen. He poured us another drink and then led me out to
the backyard, where more people were gathered. It seemed that most were
paired up and making out. Donovan and I seemed to be the only male
couple. In fact, I don't think I had seen anyone else that I would
consider gay the entire evening.

He led me over to a lounge chair by the pool side and he sat down. There
were no lights, and it would have been hard to find our way if it hadn't
been for the rays of the moon. He sprawled across the seat and then
patted it, indicating he wanted me to sit in front of him. He put his
arms around me and pulled me in tightly. I could feel his breath against
my neck, sending chills down my spine.

"Relax," he whispered in my ear. "I'm not going to bite. We'll,
maybe just a little." He began to nibble my ear lobe and lick his tongue
around my ear. I could feel his cock hardening into my back. Mine was
also beginning to grow larger and was making a noticeable bulge in my
shorts.

"You like this?" he whispered sexily into my ear. I nodded my head and
leaned further into him. I could smell the rum on his breath and was
aware that we had both had several drinks. I was feeling a little dizzy
and my inhibitions were melting away. I was comfortable in his arms and
it didn't matter that many of our classmates could probably see our
actions.

I tensed up when he reached down and put his hand under my shirt and
started rubbing my smooth stomach. I was hard as steel when he started
rubbing his hands gently around my nipples.

"Damn, you're hot," he moaned as he stuck his tongue once again in my
ear. He ran his hand slowly down my stomach and placed his hands inside
my shorts. I stopped breathing when he grabbed hold of my hard cock. I
closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn't erupt in his hand.

"There you are!" I opened my eyes and Sylvia was standing over us. She
was teetering, and I was afraid she was going to fall into my lap.

"I need to see you a minute, Donovan." She reached down and took his
hand.

"Now, Sylvia?" he said angrily. "I'm kind of busy here."

"Yes, well," she looked down and gave me a condescending smile.
"There's someone I want you to meet. It will only take a minute." I
scooted forward as Donovan got up. Before standing, he rubbed his
erection seductively against my back several times.

"I'll be right back." He leaned down and kissed me. I watched him
stagger across the patio and disappear through the door.

I sat back and watched the people around me. I had drunk about four rum
and cokes, so I was feeling rather lightheaded. Since I was not used to
drinking, I was surprised that I wasn't feeling sick.

Most of the couples were involved in some very heavy petting. Several
girls had their tops off and their boyfriends were kissing their breasts.
The girl in the chair about six feet away was leaning down and appeared
to be giving her boyfriend a blowjob. Another couple across the pool
looked like they were having sex in a lounge chair. No one seemed to be
paying anyone any attention. I guess this was a common occurrence at
Sylvia's parties.

I closed my eyes for a few minutes until I felt someone sit down at the
end of the chair. I opened my eyes, expecting to see Donovan, but instead
sat a guy I had seen around school on several occasions.

"Here." He handed me a plate with a ham sandwich and some potato chips.
"I hope you like this."

"Thanks." I took the plate from him and set it down between us. We
stared briefly at each other before he extended his hand to me.

"Roy." He said. "Roy Reed." I recognized his name immediately. He was
a running back for our school. During football season, his picture was
constantly appearing in the local newspaper. He was supposed to be really
good, and he was breaking some kind of school record for running
something. Alright. I said I didn't know anything about sports.

"James Hoskins," I replied, as he gave me a firm handshake. He picked
up the plate and handed it to me.

"Eat something, James," he insisted. "You've had a lot to drink and
you need to eat something."

"I'm alright," I assured him, but I took the sandwich and started
eating. I didn't realize that I was hungry. It was well after midnight
and I'd had nothing to eat since dinner.

Roy watched me hungrily eat the sandwich. He was beginning to make me
feel uncomfortable. With all the sex going on around us, I was pretty
sure he was going to try and make a pass at me.

He was a nice looking guy, but with rather ordinary features. His face
was round with red cheeks. His hair was strawberry blond and cut short.
In the dark it was hard to tell the color of his eyes, but they appeared
to be light blue. He probably carried a little more weight than he
should; but football season was over, so he'd probably lose some of it
by the time the season started again.

"Are you having fun?" he asked. "Sylvia's parties can get a little
out of control sometimes." We both looked around and the sex seemed to
be getting a little more intimate.

"Um," I stammered out. "I've never seen anything like this before."

"I didn't think so," he said seriously. "What are you doing here
anyway? This doesn't seem to be your scene."

"Donovan invited me," I replied quickly.

"I know," he responded. "I've been watching you guys."

"Are you gay, too?" I asked. Roy appeared shocked, but then started
laughing.

"No," he grinned. "I'm not. Donovan's my best friend, and sometimes
I have to keep a close eye on him. He tends to drink too much. His mother
would kill me if I let anything happen to him."

"So, you've been friends a long time?" I asked.

"Yeah, since the first grade," he smiled. "He's like a brother to
me." He sat for a minute and studied me. Our eyes met briefly, and then
I looked down.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Sure," I replied. He studied me again before speaking.

"Why are you here tonight?" he asked. "With Donovan, I mean. You seem
like a nice guy."

"He doesn't date nice guys?" I laughed.

"I don't mean this in an insulting way," he said apologetically, "but
Donovan usually likes athletes. You know- guys with a lot of muscle." I
became embarrassed when he ran his eyes over my body.

"To be honest, Roy," I said, "I've been asking myself that since he
invited me to this party. I really don't see what Donovan sees in me."

"Are you kidding," he replied. "I'm straight, but you're a really
good looking guy. I can see why he asked you out. It's just you seem
rather..um, what's the word.. fresh."

"What do you mean by that?" I questioned.

"Donovan's been around," he said. "And I get a feeling you haven't.
I've watched you staring at some of the action going on. You don't seem
to be very comfortable with it."

"Yeah, well this is kind of new to me," I said embarrassedly.

"You still a virgin?" My eyes shot up and met his.

"Is it that obvious?" My face began to redden.

"Yes," he laughed. "It is. I watched when Donovan kissed you on the
dance floor. You acted like you didn't know what to do."

"I didn't," I grinned. "My first kiss."

"Just be careful, James." He reached out and patted my leg. "Donovan
can be forceful. Don't let him talk you into doing anything you're not
ready for."

"You care a lot about him, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied, "but I care about you too. I don't want to see you
get hurt. Just be careful." He patted my leg once again, and then rose
from the chair and strolled back into the house.

I laid back and closed my eyes. My head was swirling from the alcohol I
had been drinking. The sandwich Roy brought me helped some, but I still
felt lightheaded. I arose and headed into the house to look for Donovan.
It had been about a half hour since he left with Sylvia.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw him standing talking to a few other
basketball players. He smiled when he saw me, and then stumbled across
the room. He grabbed me and leaned into me, kissing me roughly on the
mouth.

"There you are, James." His breath was thick with alcohol. I had to
strain to keep him on his feet. He reached down and grabbed my hand,
leading me out of the kitchen.

"Come with me." He pulled me out of the kitchen and toward a large
staircase.

"Where are we going?" I tried to pull my hand away. He gripped it more
firmly and began to lead me up the stairs.

"Sylvia's bedroom."

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