Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:54:00 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Taking Off the Mask   Chapter 8

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Taking Off the Mask Chapter 8



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



I tried to resist, but Donovan was persistent. "Come on, James," he
pleaded. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Reluctantly, I followed him upstairs and into a large bedroom. There was
a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. In the dim light, it was
apparent it was a girl's room. There were stuffed animals lying all
around the room. Donovan closed the door, and then picked me up and
tossed me onto the bed. He threw himself across me, and he began to grind
his body into mine.

"You smell good," he murmured as he lifted my shirt and started to lick
on my nipples. I tossed my head back and squirmed under him. Waves of
pleasure were washing over my body. He continued to nibble gently on my
chest, working his way downward.

He reached my shorts and began to unbutton them. I grabbed his hand,
"Stop. Please, Donovan. You're going too fast."

He pushed my hand away and unbuttoned my shorts. He quickly unzipped
them, exposing my hard cock straining inside the red bikinis.

"Relax," he leaned in and sucked my cock threw the material. "You'll
like this." Our eyes met, and then he pulled the bikini underwear down,
exposing the top of my cock. It was wet with precum. Donovan leaned in
and licked it off. I tossed my head back and moaned loudly. I had never
felt anything so wonderful.

He then pulled my shorts and underwear down and engulfed my entire cock
in his mouth. I raised up, and rammed it into his mouth. He gagged
slightly, then returned to sucking me. My body was trembling from the
pleasure he was giving me. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

With one final thrust, I shouted out, "I'm cumming!" I reached down
and tried to pull his head off, but he swallowed me deeper as I shot my
first volume of cum down his throat. He continued to suck me until I
collapsed exhaustedly on the bed.

He came up and our lips met. He ground his body into mine as I tasted the
remnants of my cum in his mouth. I started to roll him over so that I
could do to him what he had just done to me. I was apprehensive, because
I had never sucked a dick before. I knew I could never please him as much
as he had me.

Donovan got off the bed and stood beside it, stripping off his clothes. I
watched as he revealed his finely sculpted body to me. In the darkened
room, it looked as nice as it had when I saw him in the locker room. When
he pulled off his boxers, his erect cock jutted out to about nine inches.
My eyes went wide when I saw it. There was absolutely no way I was going
to be able to take him into my mouth.

As he stood naked, stroking his massive cock, he told me to take off my
clothes too. I pulled off my shirt and then my shorts and red bikinis. He
got back on the bed and started licking my body once again. I moaned my
pleasure, and then he took my legs and pulled them back. He then started
licking around my asshole. I squirmed around as he began to fuck my ass
with his tongue. My cock hardened, and I thought I was going to cum
again.

"Wait here," he whispered, as he climbed out of bed and walked over to
Sylvia's dresser. He took out a condom, tore it open and then rolled it
over his huge cock. He walked back to the bed with what appeared to be
tube of lubricant.

Panic swept over me. I had intended to try to suck him, but it seemed he
had other plans. I looked at his huge cock and was filled with fear.

"Donovan," I said nervously. "I can't do this. I've never had sex
before."

He looked down at me and grinned evilly. "A virgin. It's been years
since I've busted someone's cherry." He applied some lube to his
finger and pushed my legs back and rammed his index finger roughly into
my ass. I screamed out in pain.

"Stop it, Donovan," I screamed. "I can't do this."

He looked down angrily at me and pulled me up until I was staring into
his fiery eyes. "Look, Bitch." He tightened his grip on my shoulder.
"I just got you off. Now you're going to get me off."

"Can't I suck you like you did me?" I pleaded. Tears began to fall
down my cheeks. I was trying to get up, but he kept pushing me back down.

"I like fucking ass," he replied angrily. He took his finger and shoved
it harshly back into me. I wailed out in pain.

"Please don't do this, Donovan," I begged. "You're too big."

"You'll get used to it." He pulled my legs back, and then lined
himself to my ass and pushed forward. I could feel a searing pain as
about an inch of his massive cock entered my virgin ass.

"Oh, God," I cried out. "Please don't do this! You're hurting me!"
Through tearful eyes, I looked up and saw a determined look on his face.
He was completely devoid of any emotion. He was going to fuck me, and
there was little I could do about it.

I continued to try and push him off, but he lifted his hand and struck me
across the side of my face. I saw stars from the harsh blow. He pushed
another inch into me, as I continued to cry out in pain.

"Damn, you're so fucking tight," he complained. He pulled out and then
rammed his cock back into my swollen ass. I again screamed out, and
started to pass out from the intense pain.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and I was aware of someone rushing in.
He pulled Donovan off me and threw him to the floor.

"God damn it, Donovan." The voice shouted. "What the fuck are you
doing? You're hurting him."

Through my tears, I saw Donovan rising to his feet and confronting the
other person. As my vision began to focus, I realized that it was Roy.

"That boy owes me some ass, and I'm going to get it." He tried to push
Roy aside and get back on top of me. I watched as Roy swung at Donovan,
hitting him squaring in the temple. Donovan reeled back and fell onto the
floor.

"Get dressed!" Roy shouted at me. I quickly started putting on my
clothes. Donovan rose off the floor and confronted Roy once again.

"You Mother Fucker," he shouted. He lunged at Roy, but he stepped aside
and hit Donovan in the stomach. I heard him let out a gasp of air as he
fell onto the bed. I jumped off, grabbed my sandals and ran from the
room.

Everyone stopped and stared when I came running downstairs with tears
flowing down my face. I didn't stop as I ran to the door, flung it open
and raced down the long drive. When I reached the bottom, I fell to the
ground and started crying.

After sobbing for about five minutes, I stood and wiped the tears from my
eyes. I needed to get home. I looked at the time on my cell phone and it
was 1:12. It was at least an hour's walk home, and there was no way I
could go back inside and ask Donovan to take me. I thought of calling my
mother, but then I'd have to explain why I needed a ride. So I slowly
started walking towards home, knowing that I would miss my curfew.

I'd walked for about ten minutes when a car approached. I walked up into
someone's yard, just in case it was Donovan. I quickly looked around me
to see which would be the best direction to run.

A black Honda stopped, and Roy stuck his head out the window. "James,
are you alright?" I slowly approached the car. I was pretty sure I could
trust him, since he had been the person who had stopped Donovan from
raping me.

I nodded my head, but then started trembling. I fell to the ground and
wrapped my arms around my legs. Roy exited the car, and knelt down beside
me, putting a comforting arm around me.

"It's alright, James," he assured me. "Donovan's back at the house,
passed out on the bed. He's not going to hurt you."

"Why?" I cried. "Why did he try to rape me?"

"He gets drunk sometimes," he said, "and does things. I'm sure he
didn't mean to hurt you."

"I thought he was so cool." I looked into the concerned eyes of Roy.

"He really is a nice guy," he replied. He pulled me into him, trying to
stop me from trembling. "You just saw the bad side of him."

"I don't ever want to see any side of him again," I said angrily. He
grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"We'd better get you home," he said. "Tell me where you live."

Before reaching the car, I turned and extended my hand. "Thanks." I
said appreciatively. "I don't know what would have happened if you
hadn't shown up."

"It's alright." He reached out and touched the side of my face. "I
didn't know he hit you."

"Is it bad?" I reached up and realized that the side of my face was
tender.

"There's a nice bruise there," he said as he carefully touched it
again. "I don't think it's too bad."

"He's not going to be mad at you, is he?" I asked. Roy seemed like a
really nice guy, and I didn't want to come between him and Donovan.

"He'll get over it," he replied. "Although, he's going to be mad as
hell when he sees the shiner I gave him."

"Thanks, again." This time I leaned in and gave him a quick hug. I
really felt that I owed him for saving my life. I shuddered to think what
might have happened had he not stopped Donovan.

"Let's go." We got in his car and I told him how to get to my house. I
noticed that it was now almost 1:30. At least I wasn't going to be late
getting home. I knew that my mother would probably be in her room waiting
for me to come home.

The light was still on in the living room when we pulled up. Roy looked
over and asked, "Will you be alright?" I nodded and got out. I thanked
him again, before he drove off.

When I entered, I looked to see if my mother was still in her office. The
lights were out, so I knew she was in her room. I turned out the living
room lights and headed upstairs to my room. She peeked her head out the
door when she heard me.

"How was the party?" she whispered, so that she wouldn't awaken my
sister.

"Alright," I whispered back, and then entered my room and closed the
door behind me. I knew she would have a lot of questions in the morning,
but right now I wanted to be left alone. I undressed and tiptoed over to
the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I wanted to wash off the scent
of Donovan that I could still smell on my body. I gingerly cleaned my
ass. It was still sore and swollen. I stuck my finger carefully inside to
make sure that there was no blood. Before leaving, I applied some
ointment I found in the medicine cabinet that my mother used for wounds.

I returned to my room and crawled into bed. I pulled the covers over my
head and rolled into a fetal position. I tried to block out what had
happened, but every time I closed my eyes all I could see was the evil
look on Donovan's face. I remembered what Mr. Wilbur had said about
masks. Donovan had taken his off tonight, and the image beneath it was
shear terror.

On the outside, he appeared to be Mr. Wonderful. He was tall, athletic
and attractive. He was also someone who was used to getting anything he
wanted. Tonight he wanted me. When he couldn't have it, then he took it.
When I left the house earlier this evening, I had no intention of having
sex with him. The most I hoped for was a good night kiss in his car when
he dropped me off. But obviously, he had other intentions.

I started crying again, thinking of Donovan holding me down and trying to
rape me. That is what he had done. Raped me. I told him to stop, but he
continued to push his huge cock into my ass. I was so ashamed and
embarrassed. I hated myself because I had carelessly put myself in that
situation. I was so enamored by his good looks, that I didn't realize
that I had put myself in danger. I knew I should have been more careful.

I don't know how, but I managed to fall asleep sometime later. I awoke
shortly before six from a terrible nightmare. I was handcuffed to a bed
on my stomach and Donovan was thrusting his huge cock in my ass. I felt
sick, and rushed to the bathroom and vomited violently. When I was done,
I looked in the mirror at the bruise on the side of my face. It wasn't
dark, but it was obvious that I had been hit on the side of my face.

"Are you alright, James?" My mother was pounding on the door, calling
out my name.

"Yeah, Mom," I responded. "I'm just not feeling too well." I could
hear her trying to open the locked door.

"Let me in, James," she insisted.

"I'm alright, Mom." I tried to sound convincing, but I was starting to
tremble again.

"James Michael Hoskins," she shouted. "Open this door right now!"

I walked over and slowly turned the lock. She entered the room and a
concerned look appeared on her face as she looked at me.

"What happened to you?" She walked over and touched the bruise on my
face. I winced and stepped back.

"Nothing," I said, as I walked past her and returned to my room. She
followed me in.

"I want to know what happened." She said adamantly. "You've been in a
fight."

"I wasn't in a fight," I insisted. I was trying to stay strong, but
suddenly the tears appeared in my eyes and then started running down my
face. The last thing I wanted was my mother to see me crying. I jumped
back into bed and covered my face with the bed covers. I felt her sit
down on the side of the bed.

"What happened, James?" Her voice was soothing and filled with concern.
"Are you hurt?"

"No, Mom," I mumbled. "I'm alright, really. Please just leave me
alone. I really don't want to talk right now."

"Look at me." She grabbed my shoulders and raised me up. She looked
into my face and studied me for a minute before releasing me. She then
pulled the covers back over me.

"We'll talk about this later," she said softly. "I can see you are
alright, but there's something you're not telling me." She rubbed me
gently on my back, and then rose from the bed. She stood over me for
about a minute before finally leaving the room. I closed my eyes and
cried myself back to sleep.

I was awakened later by a knocking on my door. I gazed over at my alarm
clock. It was 1:19 in the afternoon. I had slept all morning. Slowly, the
door opened and Jackie tiptoed in and sat down on the side of my bed. She
leaned in to see if I was awake.

She saw me staring back and smiled. "Wow," she said excitedly. "You
must have had a good time. It's after one and you're still asleep."
She got off the bed and walked over and drew back the drapes. I squinted
when the sun hit my face. She returned and sat back down.

"What the hell happened to you?" she asked as she reached out and
touched the side of my face. "What does the other guy look like?"

"Just shut up, Jackie." I lay back down and curled into a ball,
throwing the covers over my face.

"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. She pulled the covers back and
leaned over and looked into my face. I closed my eyes tightly to keep the
tears from appearing.

"James, I'm scared," she said softly. "What happened last night?"

"Nothing, Jackie," I replied. "Just go and leave me alone."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened." I lay
thinking. Jackie was my best friend, and she knew everything about me. I
needed to talk to someone about what happened, and I trusted her. I sat
up in bed and pulled the covers tightly around me.

"He tried to rape me," I cried. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the
end of the sheet.

"What? Who?" she asked confusedly.

"Donovan tried to rape me last night." She leaned in and put her arms
around me and rubbed my back. "I was so scared, I didn't know what to
do."

"Shhh," she whispered in my ear. "It's all right." She rocked me for
a few minutes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I nodded my head, and then told her about what had happened at the party.
I told her how nice he had been all evening, treating me like his
boyfriend. I told her about kissing him while we danced, and how he
rubbed himself against me. I started trembling when I told her what had
happened in Sylvia's bedroom.

"That son of a bitch," she spat. "You should call the police."

"No," I shouted. "I can't do that. I wanted sex as much as he did. I
just didn't think it would go so far."

"Did he put the bruise on the side of your face?" I nodded and lay my
head back down on the bed.

"When I wouldn't do what he wanted, he hit me."

"Someone should kick his ass," she said angrily.

"Someone did," I said. She gave me a puzzled look. I then told her how
Roy Reed had saved me from Donovan's savage attack.

"You're lucky he was there," she replied. "It's hard to imagine what
might have happened."

"I know," I said. "He's a really great guy. I don't know why he has
a best friend like Donovan."

"Are you going to be alright?" she asked.

"I guess." I said worriedly. "Everyone at the party saw me kiss
Donovan. Now they know I'm gay, too. I guess I outed myself last night.
Plus, I have to deal with Donovan at school."

"He didn't hurt you, though?" Her face turned red. "You know, back
there."

"I don't think so." I said. "He didn't put it all the way in. I
checked last night, and I didn't see any blood."

"Wow," she let out a breath of air. "I can't believe this. I still
think you should call the police, James. He did try to rape you."

"It won't do any good." I replied. "I told you, the sex was
consensual."

"But the rape wasn't," she spat.

"Forget it, Jackie." I said seriously. "Telling the police will just
make matters worse. The newspaper will pick it up, and then everyone in
town will know what happened. Do you really want that?"

She sat for a minute looking at me. "I guess you're right. That's
what's wrong with rapes. People are afraid to report them because of the
publicity. That bastard will still be walking around school like nothing
ever happened."

"So promise me you won't say anything?" I pleaded.

She looked at me and hesitated. "Alright, I promise. But if he so much
as looks at you cross-eyed, I'm going to kick his balls up into his
throat."

"Thanks, Jackie." I reached for her and drew her into a hug. "You're
a good friend. I love you so much."

We sat and talked for about another half hour. She refused to leave until
she was assured that I was mentally and physically alright. I finally
told her to go home because I had to get up and finish a math assignment.

I was lying on my bed doing the assignment, when my mother knocked on my
door.

"May I come in?" I looked over as she walked in and sat at my computer
chair. I could tell that she had been crying.

"What's the matter, Mom?" I asked worriedly.

"I was going to ask you that," she responded softly. She brought a
tissue to her eyes and wiped away more tears.

"What are you talking about?" I knew she was probably wanting to find
out why I had a bruise on my face. She said we'd talk later, I guess now
was that later.

I almost fell out of the bed with her next question. "Are you gay?"

I turned and sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. I didn't know
how to respond to her question. My mother was asking me if I was gay.
This was something I was hoping to avoid until I at least went off to
college. I had no idea of bring up the issue with her until then.

"I take your silence as a yes." She dabbed the tissue to her eyes, and
then rose and looked silently out the window for a minute. My heart was
pounding out of my chest. I had absolutely no idea what to say to her.

"I was going to my bedroom and I overheard Jackie talking to you." She
explained. "I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to pry." I could feel the
tears welling up in my eyes. She paced around the room, stopping
occasionally to look down at me.

I couldn't think of anything to say. If I said anything, I knew I would
become emotional, and I didn't want her to see me break down. So I sat
silently.

"You didn't answer my question," she said as she stood over me. I
looked up at her.

"Do you hate me?" My voice was filled with emotion, and I was quickly
trying to blink the tears from my eyes.

"Hate you?" She reached out and took my hands. "No, Baby. I don't
hate you." She leaned in and kissed my forehead, and then she stood.

"I just wasn't prepared for this," she said tearfully. "I guess no
mother ever is. This is so sudden, and I need some time to think." I
watched as she walked slowly to the door. She turned and gave me a sad
look before walking out, closing the door behind her.

I crept under the covers, and once again curled into a ball. I couldn't
believe how much my life had changed in just twenty four hours. Saturday
morning I was a normal, happy teenage boy. In just one day, I was raped
by a guy I really liked, and I was outed to students at my school. And
worst of all, my mother now knew my secret. I couldn't erase from my
mind the sad look she had given me when she left my room.

I closed my eyes and wished that the world would just go away.

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