Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 17:53:15 -0400
From: S N <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Heavens_Just_A_Sin_Away, Chapter 25

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, passion, teenage
romance, interracial, love and all the rest of the good stuff in that
order... Prepare for sin.

                     Chapter 25: Don't Read This Chapter if You're stupid
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     "Bitch," I muttered underneath my breath staring at Trash.

     She was in a cage that belonged to Zion's big, resonant corporation.
She stared at me with this death stare.  It was almost like she still
wanted to rip my head off after all this time.  Shit, I wanted to rip hers
off too.

     She bit her lip hard, "I didn't mean to kill your friend."

     I smiled, "AND?  You still did, you dumb fucking bitch.  What a
fucking bitch!  And look she looks like a little gerbil in her cage."

     I walked up to her cage. It was hilarious.  Her brothers were locked
up as well.  They were all hopeless.  It really intrigued me to know that
they were locked up here.  It was almost hard to believe.  I turned to look
at Zion.  What kind of power did this guy really have?  The cops had been
looking for them for the longest time but Zion shows up and finds them in a
week.

     "Syn, you should stay back from the cage," Yolanda warned.

     I rolled my eyes at her, "Shut up.  What can they really do?  They are
useless.  They were after me all this time and they couldn't even hurt me
right.  They end up hurting my friend instead of me."

     Mercedes darted her eyes in anger, "Hey hurting your friend was
probably better.  Seems to be hurting you but in a different way "

     I spat hard into the cage.  The spit wad landed flat on her face and I
took a couple of steps back so she couldn't return my wet gift.  I laughed
as she struggled to wipe my spit off her face with her coat.

     "Who is really hurting?" I asked silently, "You know I became the most
popular kid in school after they played that tape?  Everyone loves me.  I
took your place."

     "Shut up!"

     She gripped her arms and legs to pull them close to one another.  I
could see how she tensed up.  She didn't want to hear it.  It motivated me
that she hated to hear about her fall from popularity.

     I snickered a little, "You went through all this trouble just to get
revenge.  Your life is going to be lived behind bars.  I'll see to that
when I testify against your ass.  All that will come just because you
wanted popularity.  By the way, you know that Shane and I used to call you
Trash behind your back?"

     "SHUT UP!"

     "Everyone left you.  Your friends are mine.  As for your boyfriend,
guess whom Sampson wrote a love poem to as soon as you were exposed.  Even
before that Sampson had a thing for me "

She was covering her ears and she was nervously shaking. I wondered if she
knew what I was talking about.  She wasn't denying any of the things I was
saying. I knew they were getting at her.  Sampson's attraction to me was
probably the reason she had been so mad.  This was probably the reason that
she wanted so badly to believe that I was the one who plotted against her
while it was her best friend the entire time.

"Syn, maybe you should back off a little," Yolanda butted in.

"Won't you shut the hell up?" I asked Yolanda, "Don't think I forgot about
you setting me up.  I only took you in because you were crazy.  Now you are
all better and I'll let you know, I still think you are a bitch."

Yolanda didn't seem so interested in feeling pity for Mercedes anymore, "Go
ahead, I was just saying "

I rolled my eyes and looked back over at Trash.  She had her back turned to
the cage.  I snuck up behind her and put my lips close to the cage as I can
get.

     I slowly whispered, "Remember your birthday party?  Remember you
having sex with Sampson?  Remember how good it felt?  Remember that noise
in the closet?  I made the noise in the closet.  The reason Sampson seemed
so good when he was having sex was because he was imagining me in your
position."

     "LIAR!"

     She raged at the cage grabbing onto my collar by I slapped her hands
so hard that she immediately let go and fell back a little.  I laughed
steadily.  This bitch remembered what happened that night.  I knew she was
connecting the little pieces in her mind.  If she didn't believe me now,
she would definitely believe me soon enough.

     "I am a liar, am I?" I asked calmly, "Think about that."

     She didn't need to.  She knew I was telling the truth.  There was no
hiding that we both knew that I was telling the truth about this.  I had
her man's heart and she couldn't do anything about it

     "You'd better let them kill me now!" Trash warned, "Cause if I ever
get out of this cage "

     "You're coming out?" I asked.

     "No, she's not coming out of that cage anytime soon," Zion
interrupted, with a matter-of-fact attitude, "Even when she does come out
it will just be to get transferred to a prison to await her court trial."

     I calmed down so much that I giggled, "Well you heard him. That sucks
doesn't it?  Well this is the revenge that you wanted so desperately."

     She seemed like she wasn't really thinking about the jail time that
would probably come in the future.  The only time she seemed most emotional
was when I told her about all the things that she lost.  I could see the
anger in her eyes.  Trash was wrath if it was ever known.

Trash wasn't afraid, she wasn't regretful, she wasn't even nervous.  Trash
was just mad.  She was one angry, angry 5'0" bitch.

Yolanda took me by the hand, "Syn, lets go upstairs.  Lets find something
to eat.  They aren't worth getting you all worked up over."

"Get your hands off me," I warned, pulling away, but following behind her.
I stopped to look at Rex, "Nice handcuffs, lil' man."

He growled at me as I left, showing as much fury as his sister did.  I
loved it.  He was the only one who was still in handcuffs.  It was most
likely because he had given the guards a rough time.  Grimace and Satan
were in the same cage, but I guess it was separated by a couple of bars.
The whole place seemed just plain uncomfortable.  I knew they would hate it
and I enjoyed the thought.

We made our way upstairs to the condo sweep.  I stuffed my stomach almost
completely and got so full that I felt like I was a balloon.  Zion was one
of those bird eaters.  He pinched his food like he was trying to get some
kind of buried treasure out of it.  I didn't understand why people ate
slowly.  It was just annoying to me.

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     Zion drove Yolanda and I home later that day.  I realized when I was
in the limousine that today had overall been a good day.  I had two good
meals.  Mercedes and her brothers were both locked up like dogs.  Yolanda
was alive (though more annoying).  Everything was great.  I was on this
kind of natural high.

     "Thanks a lot," I told Zion as we drove towards the house.

     He blushed a little, "I told you that I could help didn't I?"

     "Yeah, but I didn't know you were serious."

     Zion paused a little and struck the same pose that he had struck once
before, "Don't you know?  I always get what I want."

     Wow.  The comment would have irked me if I weren't so happy that Zion
had caught Mercedes.  I guess he could have his few moments of cockiness if
he wanted them.

     "Is that so?" I asked smiling a little.

     "Of course," Zion explained, "I just can't help it.  Its like god
blessed me in some kind of way.  I got to share it with you guys, because
I've been so blessed."

     I sighed heavily.

     "Uh---let me just give you this before you ruin the mood."

     I leaned into him and gave him a tight hug.  At first he didn't hug
back.  I guess he was confused or maybe it was because it was uncomfortable
to hug someone in a limousine.  He caught on though and gave me a few pats
on my back before we broke it up.  It was a real awkward hug.

     Yolanda began to making flattering noises, "Oooh, when Syn hugs you
then it definitely means you are special.  I been his cousin for years and
he hasn't hugged me."

     That is because you are a backstabbing bitch.

     "Its not even like that," I denied, "I just wanted to show you how
much Mercedes being captured means to me."

     "And me being back too," Yolanda added.

     I paused for a moment, "Yeah that too, but mostly that Mercedes is
behind bars."

     Zion gave this cocky little smile and reached over to the little bar.
He took out a couple glasses and I recognized what he was doing
immediately.  I helped pass out the glasses to him, Ms. Whyte, Yolanda and
myself while he filled them up with drinks.  Ms. Whyte wasn't even paying
attention, but we still filled one up for her just in case she had a pause
in her busy phone calls.

     Zion lifted up his glass high, "This is a toast to Mercedes being
behind bars."

     Yolanda raised her gas to it, "Toast."

     I hit my glass with both of theirs, "Toast."

     I drank the wine of glass completely.  Finally that bitch was where
she belonged.  This was definitely a good day.  It seemed like Karma did
come back around.  I wondered if Shane was smiling wherever he was at.
Maybe where he was at, there was no smiling allowed.  Maybe where he was
at, they smiled all the time.  I just hoped that maybe Shane's death became
a little more accepted with Mercedes being in jail.  It would be a better
moral at the funeral once his family found out that they got Mercedes.

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     "It has to be your fault!"

     Sampson was spazzing when we arrived at the house.  He saw his brother
and began to go crazy.  The thing was that he was avoiding his brother and
blaming everything on T-Boy, which was just completely weird to me.  I knew
that Sampson wouldn't blame Byron since he was his boyfriend.  Sampson
wouldn't blame me, cause well Sampson just didn't do that.  Sampson
wouldn't blame Yolanda because she had just come back.

     "My fault?" T-Boy said, getting up defensively, "How the fuck is it my
fault?"

     Sampson seemed really defensive as he explained, "You probably found
out about my brother and convinced the others to let him help us."

     "Your boyfriend liked him too!"

     "LISTEN!"  Byron shouted, calling out, "Its no one's fault.  This is a
benefit.  Look at Yolanda has anyone realized that she was back.  Look how
much better she looks.  This is great!"

     He gave Yolanda a hug that she gave back to him. I figured that they
got along because now that Yolanda's true personality was back, it wasn't
much different from Byron's personality.  They were both social and though
Byron was more crazy on the sexuality side, Yolanda was more crazy on the
everything-else side.

     "I'm glad for Yolanda," Sampson explained, "But I just feel
disrespected."

     Zion stepped forward and said, "Sampson, we got to talk."

     "Wow, two Sampsons are talking to each other!" Yolanda excitedly
whispered to Byron and clapped, but it was loud enough for everyone else to
hear.

     She definitely was better when she was quiet.

     "I'm not talking to him," Sampson explained, "Syn, can you please tell
the son of my biological mother that I am not interested in a
conversation."

     T-Boy rolled his eyes, "You sound so childish."

     "So the fuck what?" Sampson asked, "You always sound childish."

     "This isn't between the two of you," I said, trying to make them keep
focused.  It just seemed like when one got mad about whatever situation,
they started to target one another.

     "No wait, Syn," T-Boy interrupted, "Sampson, how do I sound childish?"

     "How?  You're always saying, 'Syn, I love you!'"  Sampson explained,
"If you loved him then why the fuck did you let him go?  Now you are
chasing him like he is really going to fall for your childish mind games
again."

"Why are you bringing Syn into this?"

     Sampson snapped, "Because I don't know how he fell for your weak game
in the first time."

     "Weak?  My game is weak?" T-Boy quickly got offended, "This coming
from someone who went out with Bloody Mary, Barbie On Exstacy and the
American Gigolo!"

     I laughed hard because it was so true.  Sampson had a weird choice.
Trash was self-explanatory, but then he followed up with Yolanda who was in
a big need for Ritalin.  After Yolanda, he went to the guy who used to me a
male escort.  Sampson wasn't having a really good track record lately.

Byron got offended by it, "Hey, don't take your lack of game out on me."

Yolanda twirled her hair, "I am NOT a Barbie."

It was weird that Yolanda she rather deny the Barbie charge rather then to
deny the charge of her being on Exstacy.  Truthfully I didn't care about
their little arguments though.  I looked at Zion. He was looking back at
me.  He had caused so much trouble by just walking into the room.  It was
kind of weird because he hardly said anything.  He was just standing there
trying to look humble (doing a bad job at it) but still making an attempt.

I decided to walk Zion out.  I don't even think they noticed we left in the
midst of the back and forward arguments that Zion had unconsciously caused.
It was kind of embarrassing.  Those were my friends in there and they
couldn't even ease off the tension long enough to celebrate a good event.

"They seem happy that Yolanda is back," Zion sarcastically said.

"Yeah, that will probably last until someone breaks out into tears and then
in the morning there will be this whole wad of leftover tension still
hanging around."

     "Mr. McKnight," I heard Ms. Whyte calling from the limousine, "You
told me to remind you about the Rogers and Hamilton meeting this evening."

     "Ok, I'm coming!" Zion called back and then looked to me, "I got a
question first."

     "What is it?"

     "You still don't like me?"

     I laughed.  He just wanted to hear it, "Um "

     "I know you aren't going to just do that after what I did," Zion said
crossing his arms, "I know that I'm a damn likeable person. I mean it's
hard for anyone to hate me for that long."

     "I don't hate you, I don't exactly like you either yet," I answered,
"I like what you did, but I still don't know that much about your
personality."

     "Damn you are hard to impress."

     "I won't deny that "

     "Its cool though," he explained, "Soon enough you will be liking me
more then you like my brother.  You'll be having a tattoo with 'best
friends' labeled across it with my picture."

     I laughed.  He was so cocky that I wanted to slap the shit out of him,
but it was still making me laugh.  I guess he figured that I was laughing
because I liked him.  That wasn't exactly it, but for some reason he had
made me laugh.

     "Is there a point to all of your predictions about the future?" I
questioned.

     He shook his head, "Nah, they aren't predictions.  Its been written
you just haven't read it yet.  Sampson is going to open up to me too.  Oh,
damn I should go."

     "Bye."

     "You know you want to hug me again," he said.

     I didn't get to answer before he reached in and gave me a quick hug.
It was the quickest thing I'd seen.  He hugged me quickly and turned back
to run towards limousine.  So that was how a million bucks felt like.

     I walked back in the house.  I was trying to sneak past those idiots
and go upstairs so I could sleep or something.  I didn't want to get pulled
into the conversation.  I made way towards the staircase, slowly etching so
that they wouldn't see me.  I didn't realize Sampson pulling at my arm
until I felt it firmly.

     "Syn, I don't want you talking to Zion," Sampson said.

     I watched as T-Boy, Yolanda and Byron walked into the room at that
moment.  I rolled my eyes.  I just didn't feel like even talking at that
moment.  I shook Sampson's arm off and leaned on the wall.

     "Don't tell him what to do," T-Boy argued quickly, standing right in
front of me to block Sampson's view of me.

     "Get it in your head, he's not your boyfriend!"

     "I know that," T-Boy disputed, getting in Sampson's face a little
more, "Did I say he was my boyfriend?"

     "You are speaking for him like he is!"

     "Um " Yolanda said softly, through the loud clashes of voices.

     "What!"  T-Boy screamed at her.

     "I just think that maybe instead of screaming at one another, we
should probably celebrate.  I mean, I think Sampson's twin isn't even all
that bad.  He got Mercedes locked up and he saved me "

     "See?" T-Boy loudly agreed, shoving the confirmation in Sampson's
face, "Zion helped us.  Sampson is just mad cause he couldn't do it."

     Sampson threw his hands up, "Fuck this!"

     Sampson walked out of the room and left the house.  Byron gave us a
look like he didn't understand what had just happened before chasing after
his boyfriend.  Sampson definitely didn't seem as happy as the rest of us
that Zion had come out of no where to save the day.  He seemed like he
probably would rather Mercedes still be loose and Yolanda still be
kidnapped.  I didn't get it.

     T-Boy tried to say something to me, but I just left.  I wasn't mad at
him, I just didn't feel like listening to more of his "Why we should be
together again" speeches.  Not right now at least.  I went upstairs and
went into my room.  I smiled when I lay on my bed.  No one was going to
mess it up.

     There was immediately knocking on the door.

     "T-Boy, I'll think about it, DAMMIT!"  I said, a little irritated that
he would actually follow me upstairs after I left him.

     "Its Yolanda."

     I thought about it.  I didn't want to talk to her either.  She wasn't
on my list of most likeable people, especially now that she was back to
normal.  Still I felt a little bad that she had just come back so I figured
I would go open the door for her.  I walked up to the door and opened it to
see her standing there with a wide, annoying looking smile across her face.

     "What?"

     She jumped up and down and then said, "I figured you wanted to know
what happened when Zion found us."

     I looked at her and shrugged, "I didn't know what made you figure
that."

     "Um I think I should tell you."

     "I think you shouldn't," I disagreed and began to close the door,
"She's in jail that's all I really care about."

     She made a funny face, "You sure?"

     I closed the door without answering her.  That was answer enough.  I
didn't give a fuck what happened when Zion saved them.  All I knew was that
Zion saved them.  Mercedes was in jail.  Nothing would ruin the happiness
that I had at that moment.  I went over to my king-size bed and went to
sleep.  I looked up at all the pictures that I been hanging up on the wall
of my room lately.  They were dreamy and helped rock me to sleep.  I'd have
not been so satisfied in a while.  Everything was back to being better.

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     T-Boy, Yolanda and I coming to school the next day brought a little
attention to us.  It seemed people were immediately interested in Yolanda
again.  I was definitely put on the backburner.  When we got inside the
school building everyone was surrounding her like she was some celebrity.
I guess no one really believed she had actually been kidnapped.  She seemed
to love the attention too.

     I didn't mind at all.  I kind of liked it.  All the attention on
Yolanda took away from me.  I had actually made my way to my first block
class without having anyone talk to me.  I smiled when I got there.  I was
definitely in a good mood.

     That wasn't the only strange and good thing that happened.  I was in
Math class and since I didn't feel sleepy (I had a good night's sleep), I
decided to look over at the teacher and listen to the strange words that
were coming out of her mouth.  The more I listened, the more I felt like
they weren't so strange.  I heard the words and I actually began to like
them.  I actually listened the entire period and when it was done, I
actually LEARNED something.  It was the strangest thing ever.  I began to
wonder about this little discovery.  Maybe if I paid attention more

     I used the same complex theory in my next block class.  Instead of
arguing with the teachers, I just listened.  I began to understand their
point of view.  Was it always this easy?  Listen and learn?

     "That's funny," Sampson said at lunchtime, after I told him about my
theory. "Is this the first time in the school year that you actually
listened?"

     "Yeah!"  I said, feeling as excited as Yolanda usually was.

     He was probably surprised that I passed my classes.  It was mostly
tests that passed me in those classes because the only class participation
that I had was when I was arguing with the teacher.  Sampson was laughing
and then I started to laugh with him, just because he found it so funny and
was laughing weirdly.

     I felt something on my shoulder, like a touch no, more like a nudge.

     "Hey," the voice said.  I turned around to see that it was Lamont.

     "Oh what's up?"  I asked.

     It was weird that he would actually come to my lunch table.  I sat on
the opposite side of the room from him.  Lamont seemed a little too shy to
cross the entire lunchroom.  It was also weird because Sampson, T-Boy,
Erica, Monica, Yolanda and a couple of other people were sitting at my
large table.  Big Rob, who was there as well, was looking at him and me,
probably still mad about the whole scene at my house that time when I
kicked them out.

     "I just wanted to know if you we were on for later today?" Lamont
asked.

     "On for what?"

     I knew I sort of embarrassed him, but I didn't want to pretend like I
remembered what he was talking about because I seriously didn't.  I had no
idea what we were supposed to do later on today.

     "We were supposed to go to the mall," Lamont said.

     "To the mall?" Sampson butted in, almost like anyone was talking to
him.

     Lamont nodded, "Right."

     "Can I come?" Sampson quickly said.

     I agreed.  Shit, it would probably be a little more interesting if
Sampson came.  I looked up and down at Lamont.  He definitely needed a new
wardrobe.  It was almost important that he get one as soon as possible
because his attitude needed a change as well.  Maybe the wardrobe would
help him change his attitude.  Hopefully

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     We got to the mall about an hour after school ended.  It was crowded,
probably because they had these Thanksgiving sales, since Thanksgiving was
close.  Lamont didn't seem to like Sampson being there.  I realized it
because he was extra quiet.  He probably just didn't feel comfortable
around Sampson, yet.  I didn't get it.

     We were in the clothes store that I believed was "Against All Odds".
I didn't really know which one it was because they were all kind of the
same.  This store was big, but most of the stores were exactly the same
size with exactly the same clothes.  It was hard to really express yourself
with clothing since all of them were similar.  We only came in it because
it wasn't as crowded as the other ones.

     "This is it," I told Lamont as I passed these boots.  They were
beautiful boots.  They were blue but had different color patchworks on it,
so it could probably match with anything.

     "Ugh isn't it a little too colorful," Lamont asked.

     I looked at Lamont's clothing.  How would he talk about colorful if he
were wearing a bright burgundy shirt with tight blue pants and white
Air-Force 1s?  I hated that color.  Burgundy.  It didn't look nice on
anyone.

     "No its not," I said, and looked over at Sampson, "Sampson, is it too
colorful?"

     Sampson shook his head, "Nah, I like 'em."

     Lamont still struggled, "They are expensive."

     "No they aren't.  It says 150 but they are on sale for half off," I
quickly fixed him.

     He shrugged and took the boots.  He didn't look happy about taking
them though.  Lamont was starting to look at the ugly clothes in the store.
He seemed to be attracted to the cheapest looking ugly cloths in the entire
store.  He was one of those people who like quantity instead of quality.

     Sampson probably realized he was making Lamont nervous when Lamont
kept looking at him before saying anything.  It was almost like he was
trying to make sure that Sampson wasn't listening.  It was the funniest
thing because he was making it so clear that he was nervous around people.

     "Syn, I'll go try on some of these," Sampson said, unrolling his own
collection of clothes.

     "Cool, we'll be standing right out here," I told him.

     I knew Sampson did it just because Lamont was looking real nervous.
Lamont watched till Sampson went into the stall before he started talking
to me.

     "You think these are good?" Lamont began to ask, a little panicky, "I
mean, I want to look nice, but not too nice."

     "No, it's not going to give off that much attention.  I promise,
Monty."

     The clothes that I picked out were decent.  They weren't over the top
loud colors like Yolanda wore or completely pretty boy clothes that Byron
wore.  They were masculine and neat at the same time.

     "Don't call me Monty and I don't really want to look attractive,"
Lamont quickly added, defensively.

     I looked at him sideways, "Why not?"

     He put his head down.  I could tell he wanted to tell me something but
he was struggling.  I could tell it was probably something important.  He
was looking down at the clothes nervously.
  Who didn't want to look attractive?  I figured that must have been
Lamont's problem.  He didn't WANT to look attractive.  He was an attractive
person.  His face was handsome and his body was in shape.  He just hid it
all under ugly clothing and depressed attitudes.

     He shook his head, "Its uh, its nothing."

     I could tell he was lying.  It was on the tip of his tongue.  I was
really wondering what had gone on in Lamont's life to make him so
withdrawn.  At first I thought it was probably low self-esteem, but maybe
he was forcing the low self-esteem for another reason.  Maybe he was doing
that to make himself look less attractive.

     " Lamont, tell me what's wrong," I demanded looking at him.

     He hesitated again, "You promise not to tell anyone?"

     Damn, whatever it was, definitely had to be big.

     "Of course not."

     Lamont finally began to speak, "Well the thing is that "

     "SYN!"

     Sampson was calling me from the dressing room.  He had one head poked
out.  His shirt seemed off.  He looked like he needed me.  I turned around
to Lamont.  He was looking away.  It was almost like he withdrew again.

     "Hold on!" I yelled at Sampson and then looked back at Lamont,
"Continue "

     "Go ahead. Your friend is waiting."

     "No," I refused and physically turned him to face me, "You are going
to tell me what's wrong."

     He seemed a little surprise that I had turned him so hard, probably
because he was a bigger and stronger person then I was.  Still my power had
come from somewhere and I had jerked him around like he weighed the same as
a little doll.

     "I'll tell you later, its not that important," Lamont said and then
added, "I'll tell you as soon as we get the chance to talk."

     He gave me a reassuring look and I ran with it.  I was really worrying
about what he wanted to say though.  What was his secret? Why wouldn't he
want to look attractive?  Why did he always look so sad all the time?

     I walked to Sampson's dressing room, still hoping that when I came
back Lamont would tell me what was wrong.  Sampson was smiling when I went
there.  He had his head poked out of the dressing room.  He gave me a smile
when I went over, but he seemed a little disappointed when I got close for
him to see my puckered brow.

     "Everything ok?" he asked.

     "I think so," I said, forcing a little smirk so that he wouldn't get
worried too.

     "Oh ok," he smiled again and opened the dressing room door a little
more, "Come in for a minute please."

     I walked into the dressing room stall with him.  I guess I felt
comfortable doing it because I didn't really realize what I was doing until
it was done.  I stood in the dressing room stall with him as he closed the
door behind me.  All of a sudden, I was breathing heavy with the immediate
dirty thoughts filling my head.

     He turned his back to me, "Can you help me with this belt?  Its like
stuck in the back."

     He had on these jeans and no shirt.  Sampson's muscles were flexing.
Shit, his chest still looked exactly the same as that night that we had the
threesome.  We still hadn't talked about that threesome night, but then I
guess the night of drunkenness had overshadowed that night anyway.  I felt
such magnetism now because of the past.

     "Oh, I see the problem," I stated.

     The loops in the pants for the belt to go through were really tight.
I didn't get why the makers did that.  They made nice jeans but then made
the loops for the belt to go through so small.  Then again the belt that
Sampson had was kind of big.  I began to squeeze at it a little, trying to
make the belt a little smaller so that it could go in.

     "Lamont acts really funny," Sampson stated out of no where, "He kind
of reminds me of Holden."

     "Really?" I said.

     I felt bad because when I heard the word Holden, I didn't really get
this positive image.  I don't know why I had this unconscious feeling that
I didn't like Holden.  It was probably because he was so close to Sampson
and he was T-Boy's first love.  I didn't feel envy.  No, the emotion had
had to do with me feeling like I was only a replacement for Holden.  If he
were alive today, I doubted I know them. It was a stupid thing to think
though

     Sampson laughed a little, "Yeah, Holden was the smart, quiet one and I
was sort of like the protective, righteous one."

     I was hardly paying attention.  This belt was really just not going in
the whole and being so close to Sampson in such a tight space wasn't
helping either.  I was nervous.  I had my hands pressed up against his
backside.  As he spoke, I found my hands beginning to sink down to his ass.
I just wanted to touch it.

     I rested my hands on his ass.  He didn't seem to notice though.  Shit,
my dick was getting hard immediately.  His ass was so soft, even underneath
the jeans.  He just had a nice ass.  It didn't stick out or anything as
extremely tasty, but it went so well with everything else he had. Shit,
Sampson worked out constantly so his body definitely showed it.  He was
muscular, probably a little more muscular then Zion was.  Zion was kind of
slimmer and he had a little bit of natural muscle, but definitely not as
defined as Sampson.

     "Which one was Zion?" I asked, wanting him to keep talking.  His voice
was perfect.

     "Zion he was the bad sort," Sampson said and turned around so fast,
"That is exactly why I want you to stay away from him."

     I got annoyed because I think the belt was just going in when he
turned around quickly.  I wanted to throw the belt at him, but then I saw
his handsome face looking at me.  Sampson didn't even notice that I was mad
about the belt.  It seemed like just the mention of Zion's name had turned
him off almost immediately.

     "Sampson, I don't know about the past," I explained in Zion's defense,
"But people do change "

     Sampson took a step towards me, "Zion will always be trouble.  I just
really don't want you mixed up him.  Syn, you mean a lot to me."

     I laughed.  He was looking at me in my eyes when he said it.  His
cologne had filled the entire stool.  It was this rich scent that kind of
reminded me of a masculine type of berry.  It was strong, but not
irritatingly strong.  It was sort of like solid and smooth at the same
time.  It would be the smell of a brick wrapped up in silk.

     "I would think I'd mean a lot to you," I laughed, jokingly trying to
take away my sexual tension, "Zion said I was a lot like your father."

     "My father hell no!  He was crazy," Sampson said.

     Shit!  I had tried to use that as an excuse to explain why there was
that attraction between us.  If I didn't remind Sampson of his father then
why was that magnetism and appeal so strong?

     "Oh um well you care about a lot of people."

      I felt like I had to be explaining to him why he cared about me!  The
feeling to explain had taken over me to the point where my mind was
thinking strongly.  I guess it was the tension that was making me feel like
this.

     How would you feel if you were stuck in a dressing room stall with a
guy who you had a history of awkward intimacies with as he looked in your
eyes all the while being half naked?  Exactly.

     Sampson suddenly looked hypnotized all of a sudden, "I never realized
how nice your lips were."

     I looked at him sideways.  Ok, that had definitely brought the tension
up a couple more notches.  Sampson's hand had turned to my shoulder and was
rubbing it.  I didn't move his hand.  My whole body shivered by just the
way he was rubbing my shoulder.  I could tell how much he wanted me.  It
was so clear now.

     I moved my head a little bit toward his, "Then kiss them "

     Our lips almost touched when he backed off, completely, "Damn, I'm
tripping "

     Tripping!  What the hell! It was weird how he backed off.  He didn't
just move back, but he had completely swung his body away from me until he
was against the other wall of the stall.  He buried his hands in his palms
for a second and then began to gather some of his clothes up like he was
ready to pay for them.

     "You worried that Byron might find out or something?" I asked
completely stricken by it.

     Sampson shook his head, "Damn.  Syn I don't even know "

     Sampson was definitely having a hard time at denying me.  I could see
it in his eyes.  I could see it in his movement.  He was taking so long to
pack his clothes.  Shit, he didn't have that many clothes.  If he really
wanted to leave he would have slipped on a shirt and grabbed all those
clothes in less than 5 seconds.  Sampson was procrastinating.  He was
thinking.

     "I know you want to kiss me," I said, looking down at him, "Its just a
kiss "

      "Err," He growled loudly.

     He dropped his clothes and his balled his fists. He was holding
himself back like I was some kind of drug or something.  I felt a little
bad that I was making him strain so much, but well I wanted him too.  I
didn't have time to give a fuck about Byron.  Sampson was standing there,
his abs and pecs looking like something out of a teenage fitness magazine.
His lips were beautiful.  His eyes were intriguing.  Everything about him
was perfect.

     He continued to groan and leaned up against the wall.  For a moment he
looked into my eyes and then made a step closer to me, but then threw
himself back into the wall.  Was he teasing himself or me? He covered his
face with his palms, probably trying to avoid eye contact.  It was sexy,
weird and funny all at the same time.

     "Sampson, its just a kiss," I repeated.

     I knew all he needed was a reason.  I went over to him and removed his
hands from covering his eyes.  He stared into me for just a second.  It was
probably not even a second.  It was more like a nanosecond.

     He immediately started to kiss me.  His tongue raged into my mouth
like it had been waiting for a while.  He grasped onto both sides of my
mouth. Our tongues made circles around one another and he held me tight in
his arms.  It felt great.  He pulled me so close to him that our bodies
somehow seemed to merge.

     "Just a kiss, huh?" he asked me as he pulled back for a second.

     I didn't even get a chance to respond before he hugged me into him
once again.  He was an aggressive kisser.  It was very different from
T-Boy, but just as hot.  He didn't even start with the slow lip kiss.  He
just jumped straight into open mouth, tongue lashing, French kisses.

     He pushed me hard against the other end of the stall.  His left hand
squeezed onto my crotch area with this intimate caressing movement.  He was
rough, but then careful at the same time.  I reached down myself and
grabbed onto his dick.  It felt it felt just how I thought it would feel.
It was beating up against the side of his pants, full erect.  It was
definitely something to wonder about.  Now I realized why Byron spent every
breakfast conversation bragging about Sampson's cock.  Byron definitely had
something to brag about.

     "God damn its huge," I whispered.

     "I know," he said, not exactly flaunting it, "It's size gets annoying
sometimes.  You got me all excited and it's hurting like hell now."

     Was he crazy?  Of course his dick would hurt.  It was big.  If I had a
dick his size I would probably carry around a sign just to let everyone
know that I had a big dick. Sampson didn't seem so arrogant though and that
completely took me off guard.  He acted like men around the world didn't
wish to be blessed with his curse.

     "Take it out maybe I can make it feel better," I seductively
suggested.

     Sampson didn't hesitate.  He snapped at his fly and when it got stuck
a little bit, he just clipped off the button and took his pants completely
down till it fell to his knees.  His dick was beautifully stabbing my
thighs.  Sampson looked excited, but my excitement was big enough for to
have it's own courthouse.

     I looked down for immediately, taking a moment to worship the dick.
The beauty of a dick didn't get enough recognition by females.  A guy like
me could really appreciate the structure of a dick as great as Sampson's
dick.  He had a perfect circumcision.  The head of his dick and the shaft
were actually proportionate.  His dick didn't curve sideways or bend
upwards so that it looked like a coat hanger.  His dick had veins but not
so much that it looked like it was taking steroids.  Sampson didn't have
wild pubic hair, but it wasn't shaved off (which Byron's probably was). He
just had perhaps the perfect penis.  No wonder no one had dumped Sampson.

     Sampson could have anyone woman in the world if they saw this dick.
He chose me for now though.  I bent down to my knees immediately and didn't
waver any longer before engulfing the dick immediately.  The head rested on
my tongue and I quickly began to work my way down the shaft, letting my
mouth expand as I did so.

     "Ah, damn," Sampson, moaned.

     The words let me know that I was doing it right and inspired me to go
down a little more.  My lips made it down the farthest that I could go
without gagging.  Immediately my lips tightened as I pulled my mouth back
down the hard cock.  It was heavy and hard to hold.  It tasted great
though.

     I was about to go down again when I felt Sampson thrust inside my
mouth instead.  His thrust wasn't hard, but I didn't expect it and
immediately I had this gagging experience.  It wasn't that bad, but I took
my mouth off of the dick and left off a couple of loud coughs.  I sounded
like I was dying for a moment.

     "Syn, you ok in there!" I heard Lamont call from outside the dressing
room.

     Shit, I had almost forgot I left him out there.  Sampson looked pissed
that we'd been disturbed.  He put a finger over his lips as if warning me
not to say anything.  I figured he thought if we were quiet, hopefully
Lamont would go away.  Lamont's voice sounded close to the door, but his
presence slowly began to dwindle.

     We waited a second or two, when there was silence.  I slowly began to
put my lips back on Sampson's hard dick.  I worked my way up the shaft
again.  I sucked harder, trying to take some kind of revenge on the dick.
Sampson was squirming as I did it.  His whole body was vibrating as I
swallowed it.  I guess he was trying to keep his composure.  I came off of
his dick a little bit and blew onto it with this soft warmness.

     "Aw!" Sampson quickly yelled.

     "Syn!"

I heard the door.  Lamont was trying to get in the dressing room. He
probably thought Sampson's sound of pleasure was my sound of pain.  It felt
nice to have him care so much but still.  He knew it was locked but now he
was trying to beat down the door.  I quickly jumped up to my feet.

Sampson tried to pull up his pants.  It wasn't working.  His dick was still
hard and erect.  He tried to put his pants over it, but it just wasn't
working. THE DICK WAS TOO HARD!

"Lamont, hold on," I explained, "I'm coming out!"

"You ok?"

     He was still trying to get in.  I looked over at Sampson.  His dick
wasn't coming down at all.  I bent over and started to blow on it, hoping
that it would make it go down quicker.

     "That isn't going to help," Sampson whispered to me.

     He closed his eyes tight probably thinking about things that would
make his dick go down.

     "Think about dead puppies, nuns um "

     "Syn," Sampson interrupted, "Your voice isn't helping.  It's turning
me on.  Turn around or something."

     I turned around, "This better?"

     "No no god no," Sampson said immediately and then he turned around
himself.

     All of a sudden I heard keys.  What the hell were the keys for?
Lamont was talking to someone. Had he called someone?  It had to be the
manager.  I kept thinking about how it would look like if the manager
opened the door to find Sampson with his dick too hard to fit in his pants
and me in a tight stall.

     "Syn, we're going to help you," Lamont said.

     "We? No, Lamont I'm fine."

     He wasn't even listening.  I heard the unlocking of the door.  I went
to the latch and pulled to keep it shut.  It would be easier to explain why
I was trying to keep the door shut then why Sampson had his dick out and he
was erect.  The tug of war began.  Lamont and the manager definitely seemed
to be encouraged on opening the door, which was getting fucking annoying.
I wanted the curse the shit out of both of them, but that would probably
look suspicious too.

     Finally I couldn't take it anymore.  I let the door open. Oh well,
only god could judge me.  I backed up and went against the wall.  The
manager and Lamont both looked at Sampson and I.

     Sampson's dick was still out.  It was still erect.  There hadn't been
any kind of miracle where he had suddenly gone soft.  The manager and
Lamont looked at Sampson, then looked at his penis, then looked at me in
that order.  The worst part of it all was that Sampson's dick immediately
went soft right after they saw us there.

     Everything went quiet for what seemed like the longest time.  The
manager left without saying anything, but Lamont continued to stand there,
staring.

     "I should go," Sampson said, after the awkwardness had sunk in, "I
told Byron that I would meet him for a movie later on."

     "What about the clothes?" I asked.

     "Um never mind.  I'll come get them later," Sampson said, before
jetting out, "Byron is waiting."

     I watched him go.  I knew that this had to be really awkward for him.
Shit, it was awkward for me and it wasn't me who was standing there with my
dick out.  I could imagine how hard it probably had to be for him.  I kept
hoping that he didn't regret what we did though.  Then again, if he didn't
regret what we did, why did he have to mention Byron as an excuse for him
leaving.

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     Lamont paid for his stuff and we walked back to the house. We were
both really quiet.  I didn't know what to say exactly.  Lamont knew that I
was gay.  He also knew that Sampson and Byron was a couple.  I kept
wondering what he was thinking.  I wondered if he didn't mind the fact that
Sampson and I were just caught in that position or maybe he was disgusted
by the fact that Sampson was cheating on his boyfriend with me.  I had
become the second man.

     "Um thanks for picking out the clothes," he said as we walked,
breaking the silence, "I hope you aren't quiet because you think I don't
appreciate it."

     "You think that is the reason I was quiet?" I asked steadily.

     "Well yeah "

     I looked at him.  Lamont put himself down way too much.  I wondered
how he linked me not talking, to him not appreciating my clothes.  Either
way, I guess it did help me out.  He was being quiet because he thought I
was mad at him, not because he was mad at me.

     "No," I explained, letting out a sigh of relief, "I was quiet because
I thought you might be thinking differently about me after what happened
back there."

     He looked at me with a weird face, "Why would I do that?"

     "Didn't you see what happened?"

     "Of course," Lamont explained, "He had his piece stuck in his zipper.
Isn't that what happened?"

     I looked at Lamont.  He was serious.  He wasn't even joking.  He
really thought that was what happened.  I wanted to laugh, but then it felt
so good to think that he hadn't caught onto the fact that maybe Sampson and
I were doing something.  I knew the manager did though.  I saw the
manager's expression back there.  Lamont definitely seemed like he had no
idea now though.

     "Um sure," I lied, "So what was up with the strange glaring?"

     "I was embarrassed," Lamont, continued, "I felt stupid that I thought
you were in trouble while meanwhile you were just helping him out."

     "Right "

     I smiled again, using my hand to cover it so that he wouldn't see it.
It was just so weird that he thought that.  I cross my arms and continued
to walk with him.  I was more then relieved that he hadn't caught up to
what had gone on between Sampson and I.  I knew Sampson would probably feel
a little better too if he had just stuck along.  He had left though, so he
was probably worrying now that Lamont would tell Byron or something like
that.

     As we walked down the street, it felt really peaceful.  The reason why
I was still a friend to Lamont still hadn't exactly hit, but I hoped that
it would hit sometime soon.  He was just the inconspicuous quiet kid and
for some reason I liked him because of it.  I was probably completely
opposite from him, but times like now it just seemed real comfortable.

     "Damn, I don't want the night to end," Lamont said as we made our way
to the house.

     Lamont lived across the street in this green house and yet was acting
as though we weren't going to see each other for a while. It was kind of
early, though.  There were a lot of people still walking around in the
streets and it seemed too busy of a night to be alone.  I definitely
understood what he felt like.

     "Well, maybe I can come to your house," I explained, "We could take a
better look at the outfits that I picked for you."

     He didn't say anything as he looked at me and then nervously turned to
look back at his house.  It was real weird how he did it.  He breathed
heavily.

     "I don't know "

     "Why not?" I asked, a little bluntly.

     "Well, I guess you can come in.  I think everyone is probably sleeping
now."

     "Your parent's sleep this early?" I asked a little confused.

     He didn't answer as we walked up to his house.  I guess it was an
answer for himself.  He definitely seemed to have weird parents and I
haven't even met them yet.  They seemed real controlling and real
traditional. I followed Lamont across the street and over towards the green
house.  It was really quiet as we walked into the house.

     I looked around the house.  It was neat.  It didn't have any crazy
personal designs or any kind of specific character to it.  It just looked
normal.  I didn't really like the normality.  I didn't understand why
people didn't personalize their homes.  My bedroom looked like a shrine of
everything that meant something to me.  This house just seemed so blah.
Everything was neat and in place.  It looked like it just came out of the
front cover of Home and Gardens.

     "Lamont is that yah!"  A voice called with a heavy accent.

     The voice was loud and was thunderous.  I was almost immediately taken
back by it.  A man appeared into the living room at the exact same time.
He was a big man.  He wasn't fat big, but kind of like professional
wrestler type big.  It was kind of scary really.  His face looked
completely evil.  It was something straight out of Elms Street.

     Lamont slowly whispered, "Syn, maybe you should leave "

     "Lamont!" The boisterous voice of the man yelled, "What's this?  You
brought over a friend.  YOU have friends?"

     The man was screaming like Lamont wasn't a couple of feet away from
him.  It was fucking annoying really.  I sort of gave a weird expression to
the guy to tell him it was no need to shout, but he didn't get it.

     "Syn," Lamont said, his eyes not leaving the rug, "This is my
stepfather, Little Isaac.  Little Isaac, this is my friend Syn."

     Little?  There was nothing little about this guy.  I could smell a lot
of alcohol on Little Isaac.  He'd been drinking a lot. The guy stood up
tall as Lamont announced his name.  He took no step forward to shake my
hand.  I gave him an eerie look and took a step forward.  I noticed
Lamont's face.  He looked troubled terrified almost.

     I reached out my hand, "Nice to meet you uh, Mr. Little Isaac "

     The man ignored me and turned to Lamont, "What's in the bag?"

     I looked at him sideways.  I know this steroid abusing asshole didn't
just ignore me.  I stood there looking at the hand that I reached out to
him as though there was something in it.  There had to be for him not to
shake it.

     "Its nothing," Lamont said and quickly hid it behind his back.

     "What the fuck is in it!"  The man hollered.

     "Its clothes," I answered for Lamont, "We went shopping.  I was
helping him pick out some nice clothes.  You know to impress the ladies."

     I laughed as though hoping someone in the room would laugh with me.
Lamont looked like he had been smaller then ever before.  Little Isaac
didn't take his eyes off of his stepson.  He just kept staring at him.

     "Yah want to impress a girl?" Little Isaac said, sounding a little
angry about it.

     "No of course not," Lamont quickly denied, like you would do to an
abusive husband.

     Little Isaac snapped quicker then I could really see.  He pounced on
Lamont and I felt like jumping in, but I didn't even know what was
happening.  Lamont hardly struggled as Little Isaac ripped off Lamont's
shirt. He grabbed Lamont's feet and Lamont tripped all of a sudden,
knocking his head against the floor on his way down.  Lamont was crying
silently but still not really struggling against his stepfather.  Little
Isaac began to rip at Lamont's pants, pulling them off.

     "Yah want to be sexy!" he angrily kept saying while he did it, "You
are just a sex fiend now, aren't yah?  I'll turn yah into a REAL sex
fiend!"

     "Yo, what the hell are you doing?" I asked.

     I would of jumped in, but the hell with that.  I wasn't one of those
dumb hero wannabes in the movies.  One punch from Little Isaac and I would
be crying for days.  I wasn't about to jump in no way.  I stood on the
sidelines, trying to stop him while looking around for something to hit him
with.  There was nothing in this neat ass house!

     Little Isaac completely ignored me and hollered at his stepson, "I'll
give yah sexy, bitch boy!"

     Lamont was suddenly crying, "Please no!"

     "Fuck that! I'll give yah sexy.  I'll give it to yah!"

     "Please," Lamont begged, "Not now! Not now!"

     Little Isaac had completely ripped off Lamont's pants and I slowly
began to see what the fuck was happening.  I really didn't think this
actually happened, none-the-less happened to a close friend.  It was some
kind of aggressive Michael Jackson type shit happening in here.

     "YES NOW! Take them off before I rip them off!"

     He was talking about Lamont's boxers.  That was the only thing he had
left on.  My mouth dropped open.  I couldn't believe it.  I finally found
something.  It was a metal rod that came from a plant holder.  I took the
metal rod and hid it behind my back as I slowly approached Little Isaac.

     "Please, look at Syn " Lamont said, turning his body in a position
where he looked like he was praying to Little Isaac, "You can't do it while
my friend is here please.  Remember last time?"

     The man looked at me and then looked at Lamont.  I had the rod well
behind my back.  I definitely just wanted a little more motive to expand my
rap sheet down at the precinct.

     "Send him home," Little Isaac said, calming down his rage a little bit
but adding with an aggressive stare, "I'll be waiting in the room.  Don't
make me wait long!"

     He left the room and went upstairs.  I looked at my metal rod
wondering if I should follow him upstairs with it.  Shit, if I knew that he
would go down with one hit, I would have been hit him.  There was something
in my stomach that was making me sick to see what that guy had just
attempted what he was going to do.  I felt like I wanted to throw up.
Lamont was crying silently, trying to hide the tears at the moment as well.

     "What the fuck was that?" I raged, looking at him.

     He was quiet for a moment, "Listen, I need you to leave before he gets
more mad."

     "Are you serious?" I asked looking at him, "What the fuck is wrong
with you?  You aren't going up there "

     Lamont had dried the tears from his eyes, trying to look a little bit
braver.  I didn't know whom he thought he was fooling though.  He was
standing there with only his boxers on in the middle of his living room.
He held his body close as though something was wrong with it.  There wasn't
anything wrong with it.  It was beautiful.  Why didn't he see that?  He
felt sorry for himself, so how the fuck couldn't I feel sorry for him as
well.

     "Listen, its none of your business," Lamont said, his voice quivering.

     "This is what you were trying to tell me earlier, right?" I asked a
little pissed, "You were trying to tell me that your stepfather abuses you.
What does he do?  Does he beat you?  Does he have sex with you?"

     "Syn please "

     "Its both isn't it?" I asked, getting more pissed by the moment, "You
are letting your stepfather rape you.  You should have told me earlier."

     "Syn, don't you tell a soul about this," Lamont warned, taking a
threatening step towards me, all of a sudden getting brave, "I swear I
don't want to hurt you "

     "Hurt me?" I said, letting out an uneasy laugh, "The guy you should be
hurting is upstairs."

     He quickly seemed to change his expression as though he just wanted me
to know he was serious about not telling anyone.  He came over to me and
handed me the bags of clothes.

     "I don't mean it," Lamont quickly apologized, "Please though.  I got
things handled.  Save the clothes for me.  He'll make me take them back if
he sees them again.  Now go, before he gets mad."

     "Lamont, this is bullshit," I cursed, scorning a little, "Cut his dick
off man. You can't seriously just go up there and let him do that to you."

     Lamont added, "He's been doing this for a while.  He almost got caught
before when he raped a friend of mine and my friend told his mother.  That
is why I don't have friends.  He gets to them.  He hurts them."

     "He raped one of your friends?" I asked a little shocked.

     Lamont quickly added, "Yes, when he was drunk.  That is why we had to
move to Brunswick, before the cops caught up to us.  He's drunk now.  That
is why you have to leave Syn.  There is no stopping Little Isaac."

     The house shook.

     Little Isaac roared, "LAMONT!  Didn't I tell you to bring your ass up
here!  Don't make me come down there!"

     Lamont quickly pushed at me, "Please hurry go!"

     I hesitated.  How could I leave knowing what would happen to Lamont as
soon as I did?  It made me feel guilty.  How many times did I have to say
bullshit before Lamont understood that this whole thing was wacky.  Lamont
struggled to get me out of the house while I heard the footsteps of the man
coming back downstairs.

     This was it.  I didn't go anywhere.

     My heart skipped a beat when I saw Little Isaac standing there again.

     "Fuck," Lamont slowly whispered as Little Isaac appeared.

     The huge juggernaut stood in front us.  I was scared.  Shit, I was
more then scared.  My knees were buckling.  Lamont stood in front of me to
block me off, but there was no escaping Little Isaac.