Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2005 19:54:03 -0400
From: S N <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Heavens_Just_A_Sin_Away, Chatper 2

          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
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where you are, then refrain from reading it. The story consists of lust,
passion, teenage romance, interracial, love and all the rest of the good
stuff in that order... Prepare for sin

Comments welcome to sum1plezzCall_911@hotmail.com

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A lot of people couldn't understand me. Matter of fact, no one really
understood me. Seriously, I had asked around and actually found out about
this. People said that the first word to describe me was "Mystery". The
funny thing about this was how hypocritical they were being. People go
around hiding secrets, playing games and lying all their life but have the
nerve to call someone like me mysterious. I say Fuck 'em.  They were all
trashy haters anyway.

     So here I was, staring across from Tommy. So this was the new "foster
family" of types. I couldn't help but smile. That happened a lot when I got
surprised. Whether a bad surprise or a good one, I always ended up smiling.
Lets just say I was really surprised

     "T-Boy?" I said, staring at him.

     There was a silence. He stared back at me. He had the strangest face
that I had ever seen. It was like the face a little boy would have if he
grew up and met his long lost father who had abandoned him and his mother.
Complicated? Well, that was exactly how T-boy's expression was.

     "You guys know each other?" Sampson asked, stepping between the two of
us, breaking the long gaze and giving me a charming one of his own.

     I stared past Sampson and looked at the confused look of Tommy, before
I said, "I well, uh "

     That was when Ms. Nicole walked in.  She had the most extremely
pleasured look on her face. Though I could have kept on talking, I decided
to stop. This was a good enough excuse to stop talking. Ms. Nicole's smiles
were corny and crazily wide. What did she have to be so happy about all the
time? I wondered if she would be happy, knowing that her son liked to kiss
other boys

     "Dinner's ready, Syn, you come over here with me."

     Before I could give a smile or a nice little "ok", she was pulling me
off.  I was beginning to hate this woman with a passion. She seemed so
goddam fake!  I wondered where the 'Ken' doll was to complete this fucking
set.

     Ms. Nicole sat me at the round table at a chair that faced the door.
Most dinner tables that I had been to were rectangular. This was a little
different, but I could care less. What interested me was the food
Ms. Nicole had set down. It looked horrible completely horrible! I looked
at the plate.  Carrots, peas, string beans were surrounding the smallest
piece of fish I had ever seen. The meal looked like we had just walked off
the set of "Hotel Rwanda". I was immediately taken back. I looked at
Sampson and then at T-boy. No wonder they stayed in shape. I looked even
harder at T-Boy. I wanted meat in more then one way.

     I watched as Sampson sat. He sat on my left and Ms. Nicole on my
right.  T-boy sat across from me. He hadn't given me any eye contact. He
hadn't acknowledged me at all. I felt confused. Was he really going to
ignore me this entire time?

     "So Syn, you met Sampson," Ms. Nicole stated and then put a hand on
T-Boy, "This here is my other son, Tommy. He's the older of the two. Just a
year apart.

     She smiled in a sort of a way. T-Boy didn't look up from his plate. He
didn't do anything. He just sat there and continued eating as though I
wasn't there at all. I couldn't believe how childish he was being.

     "Nice to meet you," I said, looking across the table.

     I didn't know what to say. Normally I would have been as quiet as
T-Boy giving our uncomfortable predicament. However, as I looked at his
complete look of nervousness, I got more comfortable.  It gave me strength
to see him so afraid. T-Boy looked only seconds away from having a freaking
mental attack. I mean his hands were shaking and everything.

     "Yo, Tommy, you ok man?" Sampson asked.

     It was nice to know my mind wasn't just making it up.  Sampson noticed
it too.  T-Boy was completely freaking out. I spread a smile wide across my
face. It was actually funny in a weird ass way.

     "I'm fine, its just that I just feel a little sick," T-Boy said and
then he looked up to me as he stressed the word 'sick'.

     "Maybe its me, sometimes I have that affect on people sometimes," I
said, jokingly.

     That tickled Ms. Nicole (a little more then I intended it to) and even
Sampson let out a little courtesy chuckle. T-Boy just put his head back
down. He looked as though someone had raped him or something. He had this
sort of silent anger thing going on.

     "Maybe it is " he suddenly blurted out.

     Wow! The room filled with silence. It definitely wasn't a joke that
time. I felt almost like a totally different person looking at the scene
from outside.  Ms. Nicole had this expression on her face like you see on
the talk shows and Sampson just got real quiet looking like he was
embarrassed. I didn't know what got over me, but I found it funny. I smiled
a little and did this little thing with my face to hold myself back from
laughing. Why was he being so defensive?

     "Tommy, apologize to this young man," Ms. Nicole said in a very,
Stanford Wives kind of tone, "You have no right to disrespect our guests in
such a manner."

     "He suggested it its not like I'm fucking pulling shit out of midair,"
T-Boy said. He threw his fork hard against the plate.

     "Tommy calm down," Sampson said.

     "Man, fuck this. I said I'm sick, I don't need no shit tonight.  I'm
eating in my room."

     He picked up his plate and started to walk out of the room. I couldn't
understand why he was so mad. I mean; I was just as surprised as he was
about him actually being the person that I was living with.  I had wondered
why after all those years he had not introduced me to his family, but
didn't know that it would come back to bite him in the long run.

     "Dang, he must 'really' be sick. His tongue must be infected or
something," I said. It wasn't a joke, but I had expected them to laugh.

     They didn't laugh. No one said anything. They just sort of lingered
there. The rest of the dinner consisted of Ms. Nicole apologizing for her
son. She kept saying like little things about how the last couple of days
had been rough on Tommy and all that. She said that he was moody before I
came to the house. I blew off all her explanations, probably because it
just seemed like she was the type to say anything that would keep her
"Nice" image up. None of her excuses were even close to the real reason. I
knew why T-Boy was pissed. T-Boy was just a selfish little thing that just
cared about what other people thought about him and he figured I would fuck
with the way he was seen.

     I kept thinking about T-Boy though. Did he really hate me? I mean did
I really care? Other people would say it was fate that brought us into the
same household again. I say bullshit.  This was a coincidence, just like my
parents winding up on the same road as the drunk driver that day that they
died.

     "Can we talk "

     I had just walked to leave the table after hearing a thousand of Ms.
Nicole's explanations to why T-Boy seemed so cold. Sampson was standing
right behind me, pulling for a conversation.

     "Yeah sure, what is it?" I asked.

     Sampson looked back at the table. His mother was cleaning up some
dishes and what not. I knew she couldn't hear anything we said, but he
pulled me even further away towards the living room.

     "You knew my brother, before this?" he asked, kind of bluntly.

     "Ah, sorta."

     "Figures," Sampson said with a sort of sigh, "He can be such a
cornball sometimes, but he'll get over it.  How well do you know him?"

     It felt weird talking about T-Boy to anyone, especially his brother. I
looked at Sampson, still trying to find the resemblance between the
two. There bodies were so similar, but their faces were different. They
both however had this unbelievable attraction. I mean while T-Boy was a
more rougher, forward kind of guy; Sampson had this softer, puppy dog charm
to him.

     "Not that well," I lied and then turned around, "I understand why he's
mad though."

     "Why?"

     I looked down to my feet. It definitely wasn't going to come out of my
mouth. I figured if anything was going to be told it was going to be by
T-Boy. I could imagine how T-Boy felt. Someone who knew his deepest secret
was right in 'his' house, under 'his' roof and talking to 'his' brother.
Shit was horrible.

     "You know that's kind of personal," I told him. I wanted to make it
sound normal, but it came out with a lot more attitude. Sort of like "mind
your fucking business".

     "Sorry," he quickly said, "I really didn't mean to just you know "

     "Yeah, we cool," I said, lowering my tone to be a little compassionate
and then quickly changing the subject, "So what do you guys do for fun out
here?"

     It was summer time and school seemed almost a lifetime away. Truth is
nothing had really gone well for me this summer. The first half of the
summer, my parents died. Though I had gotten over that "EXCEPTIONALLY"
quick, I realized that nothing was really good in my life. I know it sounds
a little bad, but I couldn't wait for the cash to start flowing in from all
the life insurance and what not.

     "Ah, nothing tonight," he said and then looked up at the time.

     "Shit, its 9 o'clock. I didn't even notice."

     He turned back up to the stairs, "I was sort of going to watch this
movie marathon that was coming on T.V.  Your room is all messy right now
since you unpacked. Maybe we can watch the movie marathon and then, I'll
help you unpack in the morning."

     I nodded. My mind was going places just then that I wasn't comfortable
with it going. I think if I were just a little more light skinned, I would
have been blushing. Sampson wasn't just cute, but he had this adorable
factor to him. His face gleamed when he talked, making it seem like a movie
set or something. I watched as he walked up the stairs, looking back.

     He took me to his room, which was dimly lit. He had one of those
lights that sort of faded. I used to hate them, but when someone mixed
fading lights with sexy ass guys like Sampson, it was alchemy.  I looked
around Sampson's room. There were trophies. Most of them were for
basketball, but I think I saw a few track trophies as well. Sampson had an
entire wall full of trophies and photos of him at all these events. He
seemed real athletic, which was the opposite of me. Yes I was the guy who
used to sneak hard ass liquor in Pepsi cans to sip in the bathroom. My body
however was sort of toned, but it was just natural because exercise was at
the bottom of my "To Do" list.

     "You want something to drink?" he asked.

     I had noticed him bending over this little icebox he had. It was set
up nice. He had the largest television I had ever seen in someone's room
before and this entire sort of entertainment center to go with it. His bed
was on the opposite side of the room.

     "Nah, I'm cool," I said.

     He looked back at me and gave me this stare. It was almost like he was
nervous being around me. He did seem like a shy guy. However, I had managed
to mix up stares and expressions in the past way too much. I just gave him
a smile that caused him to come across my way and hand me the remote. That
was when he disappeared behind me somewhere.

     I heard noises as I turned on the television. He was right behind me.
If I wanted to know what he was doing, I could have turned around, but I
was scared. I didn't want to seem like I was checking him out or anything.
Plus I knew first hand how boys could get real comfortable around other
boys. I figured he was changing. I searched for a reason to turn around.

     Maybe if I lay on my back a little

     He was fucking changing! At first, I had just tilted my head back to
see what he was doing, but when I got the first glimpse, I just couldn't
help but turn and stare. He had already had his shirt off and was now
busily taking off his pants. His boxers were baggy, but I could see the
creases where his dick was. He was already looking straight down at his
dick, when he reached down to adjust it, pulling at his baggy red cotton
boxers. The way his hands cupped his dick was making me hard. I mean, I
could only see the imprint of it, but I had never wanted anything so bad
for SO long. My eyes found their way back to his face, to see him staring
dead back into my eyes.

     "I I think I have those boxers," I said.

     It was the only thing I could think about saying. I knew how honestly
fruity the stare was, but somehow he didn't seem to find it suspicious at
all.

     "My girl bought a couple of boxers for me on Valentine's Day," he told
me, nonchalantly, putting on a shirt and basketball shorts.

     It seemed like he wasn't suspicious by the way he said it, but the
comment itself was crazy. In any other situation, I would of thought he
caught me looking at his dick and was saying that to assure me of his
sexual preference being straight. However, with Sampson, it just seemed
like he honestly thought I was looking at his package because I
'recognized' the boxers. I knew he wasn't stupid he was just so innocent.

     "Damn, you still wear them, since February," I asked, a little ticked
off that he had a girlfriend. I added with some hidden spite, "You must
really love her."

     He let out this sound. It was a confirmation, but still it was just a
sound. I don't know why it made me feel a lot better that he hadn't
confirmed loving his girlfriend with words even though none-the-less he had
confirmed it. I had weird ways of thinking like that. I looked back at
him. He probably hadn't used words because he was busy with all these
sheets. He came back to where I was laying at and unrolled them underneath
me. It spread across a lot of the floor almost like one big flat
mattress. He threw me a few pillows too.

     I rolled up in the pillows, "Damn, your floor is more comfortable then
my old bed."

     It really was. There was a little breeze that came out of his vent and
even without the sheets, the floor's carpet was sort and warm. Even though
my bedtime was mostly whenever the room stopped spinning (from alcohol), I
found myself completely dosing at an early 9 pm due to his comfortable
floor.

     "You could sleep here if you want; you could sleep here anytime."

     He was so damn nice. I hadn't noticed him though, not really. I just
cracked a little smile. Before I knew it, I was in that state. I was in
that state of total comfort. I probably had been exhausted from all this
change in one day.  It wasn't everyday I moved out of my house to live with
complete strangers.  It wasn't every day I ran into a boy whose
relationship with me was just 'a thing' and found out that he most likely
hated me.

     Either way I found myself dreaming on Sampson's floor. For some reason
though, I could still smell him. I could still feel his presence close as I
drifted off into sleep. My eyes were barely open when I saw him fluff the
pillow behind my head and bring me a blanket to cover with. He was nice
person and I hated nice people, but for some reason, I could bare him. I
could bare the little smiles he gave me and I could bare him trying to make
me as comfortable as possible even at his own expense. As I was dreaming, I
found myself thinking about Sampson. I don't remember ever feeling the way
I felt. It was almost like, I didn't just want sex out of Sampson. I
actually wanted to get to know who he was. It wasn't as confused as what I
felt with T-Boy. This sudden feeling I had with Sampson was quick but
meaningful.



     I woke up to seeing Sampson beside me. Well, he wasn't really beside
me since the floor was so big. He was sort of five feet away from me. Still
the point was that he slept on the same floor with me, even though he had a
comfortable bed to sleep on. He looked so sexy on the floor there too. He
had this look on his face that sort of felt like it needed my lips on
it. His sandy, hazel skin tone was splashed in the shadows of the eerie ass
morning. He was perfection in more ways then one.

     What the fuck was I thinking?

     I got up off the floor and walked out of the room. I had to get out
these dirty ass clothes and maybe that would help me get out of this state
of mind. What were the chances that he was gay? Even then, what were the
chances that he would be attracted to me even if he was gay? It hurt so
fucking much being attracted to someone and not even being able to approach
them in that kind of way. He had a girlfriend anyway so it didn't matter.

     I walked into the room that they said was mine. Unlike Sampson's room,
this room was full of emptiness and seemed like a warehouse kind of. It was
the same kind of room, just with a total un-homely feeling surrounding
it. I turned back and walked to the other side of the room. There was a
door and I noticed that it was a shower. At least I had my own private
bathroom. I looked in the bathroom. The water was filled up to the rim. I
hated when people forgot to empty the water after they took a bath. I
pulled the plug and let the water drain.  I looked around to the closet
door in the bathroom. It looked just like the entrance door.  Matter of
fact a lot of crap in the house looked alike. There were two sinks in front
of the two bathroom mirrors. There were two toilet paper rolls on top of
the sink.  I figured Sampson and T-Boy must have been very used to sharing
things.

     Once the water was out, I climbed into the shower. The water was heavy
at first and cold. For some reason it wasn't what I wanted. I turned it
into a light shower with warmth.  As the water cascaded over my naked body,
I began to touch my chest. I mean, I did have a nice chest. The water felt
so good! I moved my hand down to my stomach and then lower and lower. Shit,
it felt so good. I caressed my dick slowly, jerking that shit as the water
steadily cleansed me. I was trying to think about Sampson but I couldn't
get his face in my head. I mean, it was almost like I hadn't just seen him
a couple of minutes ago.  However, I did get his smell in my head. The way
he smelled was stuck in my memory and I began to pull my dick harder to it.

     "Uh, shit," I moaned, real lightly, "shh .shh shit."

     I wasn't really the masturbating type. I was the type to hold my
sexual tension until it was on the brink of exploding. This was the reason
why I got so deep into my masturbating. I felt my hands wandering strange
places.  At first, I played with my balls then suddenly my ass. I didn't
penetrate, but rolled around it softly. The tenderness around my virgin ass
was hard to deny. My fingers peaked dangerously closer towards my
hole. Suddenly there was a cool breeze. The wind made me feel even better
until I realized there was a loud noise, like slam.

     "What the fuck!" I heard a voice say.

     I turned around to see a dick slinging in front of me. I jerked back
hard; harder then I should of. I felt myself bang my back into the wall and
suddenly tumble forward. I remember yelling, a lot of it. It wasn't loud
yelling, but short, annoyed ones because it seemed like one thing happened
right after another. I fell on the person, they fell on the shower curtain,
the shower curtain fell down and we both fell on the tiles of the hard
bathroom floor.

     "T-Boy?!"

     T-Boy lay on top of me. I didn't know how he ended up on top of me
since I had fallen into him, but anyhow that was the situation. He was wet,
but not as much as I was. My dick was still fully erect from all the
touching I had done to myself in the shower. Strange thing was my dick was
not the only erect one. It seemed only a second but T-Boy's dick had grown
on me like a bad habit.

     "Ugh ummm "

     There was nothing to really say. We had got real silent for the most
awkward moment that I had in a very long time.  His dick was on my stomach
and we were both hard as hell. At least, I had an excuse for being hard
because I was jerking off, but T-Boy's dick erection was completely strange
and we both knew it. It made me wonder if he was still attracted to me. The
way we had fallen had brought T-Boy's face only inches from my own.  Our
eyes were locked in embarrassment. His thighs were wrapped around my own
and my hard dick was basically poking at the sides of his lower left thigh.
For a moment, I thought I felt him.

     For that moment we laid their, I could have sworn I felt T-Boy
grinding on me. There was a tenderness in his eyes that I hadn't seen since
that night he left a while ago.  I could feel now for sure that he was
making slow steady grinds. I had begun to feel the motion and joined
in. Our dicks massaged against one another's skin. His pubic hair was
tickling my upper thigh. For a second, I felt like just moving my face a
little bit closer to his

     Suddenly I heard Sampson's voice as he yelled form the next room a
"Hey, what's wrong? I'm coming in!"

     He probably thought it was an emergency because of the silent that
came after the long bang. T-Boy jumped off of me with a speed that I had
never seen anyone with. The look of tenderness had left to return to that
same angry ass look. He jerked himself to the other side of the room, while
I struggled to get up.

     "Don't come ," T-Boy had started to scream out to Sampson.

     It was too late as Sampson walked in, "Shit, are you guys ok? What
happened?"

     Damn it looked so funny that if I wasn't butt-naked laying on my back
on the floor, I would have laughed. I sort of wanted to move when Sampson
walked in. I didn't have any problem with him seeing me naked, but I sort
of wanted to see him naked too.  In a strange way I almost felt it was
unfair.  I also couldn't move because there was this numbness in my leg
from falling on it so hard.

     "He's hurt bad?" T-Boy asked, still keeping his distance.

     I looked up at him. He was still naked, his hands covering his dick,
but I knew he was also covering a probably still rather large erection. He
was looking at me almost like I was some kind of pervert or something. I
also couldn't believe he would have the nerve to ask Sampson if I was ok,
when I was right there.

     "Let me help you up," Sampson said.

     I felt a little weird, stating that I was naked but my leg felt numb
as hell. Sampson stood over me and pulled me up completely using my back. I
felt embarrassed as hell for letting him pull me up the way he was. Sampson
sat me on the toilet seat and then opened the closet door to get a towel
only thing it wasn't a goddam closet door! It was the door to another room,
preferably T-Boy's room. I slapped my face in horror as Sampson disappeared
into the room. T-Boy and I exchanged the quickest stare ever as Sampson ran
back in with two towels and tossed them at T-Boy and I.

     "Damn are you ok?" Sampson asked as I folded the towel over my waist,
not bothering to even stand up.

     "Sure, sure, just a little stiff " I said and sort of laughed to
myself because my dick was actually still semi- hard. Sampson's body
against my naked boy and T-Boy still semi-nude didn't help the case a lot
either.

     Sampson looked at my leg and then added, "You sure?"

     "Yeah he's sure!" T-Boy suddenly exploded, with this barrage of
attitude, "I'm ok too, by the way.  However while your worrying about if he
is ok, we really should be worrying about why this pervert was in my
fucking shower."

     "Pervert?" I said, shocked as hell.

     How did I fucking know he would use that word? He was such a fucking
idiot. Sampson stepped in my way so that I couldn't see T-Boy probably
cause he could sense a little tension.  Oh there was for real some tension.

     Sampson looked mature as he said, "You don't have to trip. I'm sure it
was a mistake, I'm sure he didn't know that you two shared the bathroom."

     "Bullshit! I already had water in there!" T-Boy said, penetrating with
his resentment.

     "I thought it was old!"

     "Bullshit!"

     I had my mouth open. I couldn't take too much of this abuse. He was
saying bullshit way too often.  If Sampson wasn't there if Sampson wasn't
Sampson, I wouldn't have let T-Boy treat me like that.  I definitely
DEFINITELY was not the one! I mean, I wasn't going to beat his ass in his
own house, but there were a lot of worse things in the world then an ass
whipping.

     "You need to stop talking to me like that," I warned, trying to stay
as calm as I could muster, "It was a fucking accident. What about that
don't you get? You probably forgot what I am capable of."

     "Yeah whatever, fucking pervert!" he said loudly, so loud that I am
sure if Ms. Nicole was up, she heard.

     Sampson tried to step in, "Lower your voice."

     "Fuck that!" T-Boy said, violently, taking steps towards me, "He's
threatening me now? You wanna see my dick pussy boy? I'll shove it down
your fucking throat!"

     I got up, ready to fight. I couldn't take that shit any
longer. Sampson probably sensed that I would though.  He had turned around
and grabbed me firmly by my shoulders. At first I thought he was going to
defend his brother, probably help T-Boy to beat my ass. Instead he just
held me, almost with affection, trying to prevent me but also in a weird
way letting me know that he didn't want anything else bad to happen.

     "Fuck this, man, I'm leaving," I said.

     I rushed out of the bathroom and took the first door, the one that led
to my room. I wasn't all that sure where I was going to go. I was beyond
pissed. No one ever talked to me like that and the thing was T-Boy knew it.
T-Boy had known me long enough to know what kind of things made me mad. I
never let anyone call me a pussy. It was something that bothered me so
much. T-Boy and I definitely had a real private relationship, but I knew he
knew the kind of people that I hated. I just couldn't believe he was so mad
at me expressing my feelings for him that he would actually become this
kind of person. I got ready to leave. This was what T-Boy wanted. He had
wanted me to leave the fucking house since the first day I got there.

     I kept thinking where did I have to go. I could leave a letter for Ms.
Nicole. I would tell her that my uncle wanted me to come back to live with
him. I figured I could go to my mother's lawyer and withdraw some of the
college fund she had saved away. I could use that to by an apartment. Sure
legally I had to be 18, but my mom's lawyer was a real good friend. He
would understand. Hopefully.

     I was glad that I hadn't unpacked anything. I grabbed at the suitcases
and was about to pull, when I felt a slight but firm tug back.

     "Don't go," said Sampson, suddenly emerging from the bathroom.

     I looked at Sampson. He had that look in his eye. It was the sweetest
look that could come from a nearly grown ass man. I was beginning to feel
things for this boy. It wasn't little things either. They were serious as
hell and I knew it was wrong cause I just met him the day before. They were
way too serious for the first time you meet someone.

     "I'm not gonna stay in here for him to keep fucking with me like
that."

     "Fuck him. My ma will hate to see you go..."

     "I'm sorry, but Ms. Nicole probably won't care that much if I left," I
pointed out, "Sorry to say, that's your mother and all but my uncle is
probably paying her to keep me here."

     I think he knew it too, by the way his face seemed a little guilty. It
was ok though, not like I had any beef against Sampson because his mother
was being paid to act nice to me.

     "You're right "

     I turned around. I would definitely miss him. He had this thing about
him this sweetness. No one had ever treated me as nicely as Sampson had. He
had treated me so nice for no reason. No one was paying him. He wasn't
trying to get some ass from me. He was just nice.

     "I'll try to stay in contact."

     "Wait if you won't stay for my ma and you hate being around my
brother, then stay for me "