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Love on Trial Chapter 7
Jason picked me up to go to Chris's around a quarter to eight. I had wanted to drive my own car, but he insisted on me riding with him. He thought it would be nice if all four of us rode together. Since he had been our main source of transportation over the past year, I didn't refuse. I think he was also a little jealous that I had a nicer car than he had.
After we left my house, we drove to Cynthia's. As a rule, I always had to go in and greet her father before taking her anywhere. I lied and told him it was a chaperoned party we were going to. As far as Cynthia knew, I was telling the truth. I don't think anyone mentioned to her that Chris's parents would be gone for the evening.
I sat in the backseat with Cynthia while we went to pick up Stephanie. Jason blew the horn twice and she came running outside to the car. She spoke to Cynthia when she got in, but she ignored me.
We arrived at Chris's house in about ten minutes. His home was enormous. It sat on a hill with a long driveway. His father was a land developer, and he had built most of the newer homes in the area. He and my father were the best of friends, so he hired my father's firm to do most of the plumbing.
Chris greeted us at the door. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a light blue polo shirt. He looked really cute. I hadn't paid much attention to his looks before; but standing in the doorway with the fading sunlight on his face, he drew my attention. The thing I noticed most was his twinkling green eyes.
Chris was about 5'9" and weighed 145 pounds. He had short brown hair which was tapered on the sides and spiked on top. He was tanned, probably from swimming in the backyard pool.
He was extremely quiet in school. I was surprised when he agreed to volunteer for the mock trial. To most people he seemed aloof; but after working with him for the past month, I knew he was just shy.
He smiled when we walked up the front porch. "Welcome to Sunnyvale Manor," he said as he waved a drink in front of him. "The home of the great John Vandale Brewster." He stumbled, as he stepped back to let us in. Jason looked over at me and laughed.
"I guess he started without us," he exclaimed. "Show us the way to the liquor cabinet, Old Boy." He grabbed an unsteady Chris and led him back into the house.
I didn't like the way this was going. I figured we'd probably do a little drinking, but Chris and Jason seemed to have a different idea. I knew I was right when Jason came back into the living room a few minutes later and handed me a tall glass.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Rum and coke," he said. He took a drink from his glass. "Drink up, Tay."
"You'd better go slow with that," whispered Cynthia. "He may need some help getting out of here later."
"I'm not planning on getting drunk," I assured her. She got up and returned a few minutes later with a drink.
"What do you have?" I asked.
"Lemonade," she giggled. "Daddy would kill me if I came home with alcohol on my breath."
"Kill you." I laughed. "He'd shoot my balls off. I told him we were being chaperoned."
"Where are his parents?" Cynthia suddenly realized that no adults were around.
"Out for the night," I laughed. She looked over and gave me a worried look.
"It will be alright," I said with a smile. "Trust me."
Chris turned on the stereo and we got up and started dancing. I had to admit I was having fun. It felt good to 'let loose.' The alcohol was letting down my inhibitions. Every time I'd put down my drink, either Jason or Chris would refill it.
Jason tried to get me and Stephanie to dance, but she refused. I guess she hadn't had enough to drink. Jason gave her one when we first entered, but she only sipped slowly on it. I guess she was too afraid of Jason getting drunk, and she wanted to keep a watchful eye on him.
Most of the songs we danced to were fast, but at one point Chris walked over and turned down the lights and played a slow song. I danced with Cynthia, while watching Jason grinding sexually into Stephanie's body. I felt sorry for Chris. He sadly watched while we danced. I thought it was strange that he had not invited a girl to join him at the party. With his good looks- and his father's money, he could have had his pick of any girl at school.
"Why don't you go dance with Chris?" I whispered into Cynthia's ear. She looked over and saw him sitting at the bar watching us dance. "I feel sorry for him. We've been dancing for an hour and he hasn't danced one time."
Cynthia walked over and grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto the middle of the floor. He kept trying to pull away, but Jason and I kept pushing him back into Cynthia's arms. Finally he stopped resisting, and fell against her.
Jason and Stephanie started applauding as he held on to Cynthia. It looked like she was struggling to keep him on his feet. When Jason and Stephanie started dancing, I noticed that Jason could hardly stand also. I reeled back and sat on a bar stool. I watched Cynthia and Chris slowly dance. He'd keep his eyes closed, but would open them and look sadly at me when they circled my way. Once when they went around, it looked like he might have tears in his eyes.
The song ended and Chris walked over and put a fast dance song on. Cynthia took a seat on the bar stool. I was standing beside her when Chris approached.
"How about a fast dance?" Chris asked her timidly.
"I'm tired." Cynthia said exhaustedly. "Can you wait a little while?"
Chris's face dropped and he started to walk off. I walked over and grabbed his arm.
"I'll dance with you," I said. He looked bashfully around the room. "Come on. It's just us here. No one gives a damn."
We went to the middle of the room and started dancing. I don't think I had ever seen Chris so animated. He was stumbling around the room, throwing his arms in the air and singing loudly to the song.
"Look at the two fags." I heard Stephanie say angrily to Jason.
"Shut up, Steph." He told her. "They're just having fun."
"Well then," she pushed Jason away, "you go dance with them."
"I will." He walked over and started dancing around us, as Stephanie stormed angrily over to a bar stool and sat down. Several minutes later Cynthia and Stephanie walked outside and sat in lounge chairs beside the pool. I watched as Stephanie would look angrily into the room.
We danced several more songs together. We were having a lot of fun. This had been the first time in several months that Jason acted like he was having more fun with me than Stephanie. We made several more trips to the bar to refill our drinks. All of us were having trouble standing without reeling back and forth.
"I think I'm drunk," laughed Jason.
"I know I'm drunk," responded Chris.
"I know we're all drunk," I laughed.
Suddenly, Stephanie and Cynthia came walking into the den. Stephanie stepped up to Jason and stuck out her hand.
"Give me your keys," she demanded angrily.
"Why?" he stumbled back and fell into a chair.
"Because you're drunk," she replied. "Cynthia and I are leaving." She fished around inside his pocket and took out his keys.
"Hey," laughed Jason. "Don't stop. Keep looking and you might find something else."
"You wish." She turned and grabbed Cynthia's arm, leading her to the door. Cynthia turned and gave me a timid wave. As they left, Stephanie slammed the door shut.
"Bitch," exclaimed Jason angrily. Chris and I started laughing.
We sat around the bar and had another tall drink. All of us were really drunk. I don't think any of us were talking in complete sentences, but we seemed to understand each other.
Chris walked over to the sofa and fell into it. Within seconds, he was passed out. Jason and I looked over at him and laughed. He had his head thrown back, and slobber was leaking out of the side of his mouth.
"Damn," said Jason. "That shit is gross." He jumped up from the bar stool and stumbled across the room. "I gotta go take a piss."
I sat and looked at Chris. Even in his drunken state, he still managed to look good- slobber and all. I started laughing when he curled into a ball and grabbed the pillow and held it tightly. I could see him as a little boy sleeping in bed with his teddy bear.
I finished my drink before realizing that Jason had not come back into the room. I walked down the hall to the large bathroom. He was passed out on the floor. He had obviously passed out while pissing, because his shorts were unzipped and stained with urine.
I struggled to get him to his feet and drug him across the hall to the nearest bedroom, and pulled him onto a king size bed. I looked down at his piss-stained shorts. I thought that he should not sleep like this, so I decided to undress him. I pulled off his shoes and socks, and then lifted him and removed the tee shirt he had worn.
I then unzipped his shorts down, and put my hand under his ass and lifted him enough so that I could remove his shorts and underwear. It had been a couple of years since I last saw his cock. It appeared to have grown several inches. It rested limp against a set of large balls. His body was covered with a light dusting of hair on his chest and legs. He looked better than I had ever seen him.
The stench of urine filled my nostrils. I reeled back and thought I was going to be sick. I rose from the bed and stumbled back into the bathroom and found a clean wash cloth and towel. I put soap on the wash towel and staggered back to the bedroom.
Jason was still lying straight out, as I had left him. I took the rag and began washing his stomach, legs, and finally his cock. It began to harden as I stroked the soap onto it.
"Oh yeah, Steph," he mumbled as his cock grew rigid. "That feels good." I looked at him and he was talking in his sleep. He was dreaming that he was having sex with his girlfriend.
I continued to soap him as his cock grew to about seven inches. It was hard in my hand, as he continued to sleep.
"Mmmmmmm. Yeah!" He moaned. "Suck it, Steph." I looked into his face and saw that his eyes were still tightly shut.
I then made the worse mistake of my life. I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth. I continued to suck him and was able to swallow about five inches when he moaned loudly.
"Oh, yeah!" He cried.
Suddenly the light to the bedroom came on.
"Jason, are you.." I turned to see Stephanie and Cynthia standing in the doorway.
"You mother fucker!" Stephanie ran across the room and started swinging wildly at me. She was hitting me in my face, my back, arms; anywhere she could land a punch. I jumped off the bed away from her.
"I knew you were a fag, you son of a bitch." She ran around the bed to get to me once again. I jumped on the bed and stepped across Jason and headed for the door. As I ran past her, Cynthia gave me a sad look. She put out her hand to stop me, but I pushed her aside and ran down the hallway toward the door.
I raced down the drive, running as fast as I could. I ran out onto the road and turned left. The area was isolated and there were no sidewalks so I ran along the side of the road. After I had run out of the development and onto the highway I fell exhausted into some brush.
I lay there gasping for air. My lungs were aching and my chest was pounding. At that moment I prayed that my heart would explode and that they would find me dead in the heavy thicket. There was no way I could ever again face anyone. Jason would hate me for what I did. Stephanie would probably assault me again if she saw me, and I knew that Cynthia would never talk to me after witnessing me over Jason. Even though she knew I was gay, I think she always believed that someday I would wake up and she would be there for me. Now she had seen just how desperate I was for Jason.
I had no idea what time it was. The last time I had even looked at a clock it was after 11; and that had been when Chris was dancing with Cynthia. I figured it had to be 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning.
One of the bad side effects of running was that it sobered me up. I had run numb through the development, not thinking where I was going. However, now I was becoming aware of my surroundings and what had led me here.
The venomous words of Stephanie echoed in my ears. The sight of Jason lying naked on the bed, passed out from too much alcohol. The hurt in the eyes of Cynthia as she reached out for me. It all came swirling back, like an avalanche rumbling down a mountainside. The agony consumed me and covered me like the snow at the bottom of a mountain.
I lay in the brush crying in desperation. I screamed and pounded the ground. If anyone had seen me, they would have thought that I was a madman. Perhaps I was. I was falling down a bottomless pit and there was no way to stop the decline.
I wanted to be dead. I listened for a car to come speeding down the road. Once I got up on my hunches and prepared to jump out in front of an oncoming car, but I chickened out at the last minute. I didn't have the guts to end my own despair.
I didn't know what to do. Where could I go? I couldn't return home. I was sure that either Stephanie or Jason would call my house in the morning and tell them about the disgusting act I had performed on him.
Going to Cynthia's house was not even an option. Her father was a preacher. As soon as he found out that I was a fag, he would cast me out as a sinner. He would no longer allow his daughter to associate with a person destined to hell.
I had no other close friends. Jason had been the only friend I ever needed. I was never really comfortable in the company of other boys. I considered going back to Chris's house, but I was sure he didn't want to see me again after I had defiled one of his bedrooms.
I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't stop crying long enough to rest. Several times I had to vomit the alcohol from my stomach. I lay crying along the side of the road, vomit running out the side of my mouth and my body reeking of alcohol.
I started to panic when the sun began to rise over the horizon. I was afraid that there would be people out searching for me. I didn't want anyone to find me. I was determined to run away and never return.
I cried again thinking that I would never see my mother or father again. I had always loved them, but I knew they wouldn't want me to return to their home- not after the embarrassing thing I had done. How could I ever face my father again with him knowing that I had sucked Jason's cock while he lay passed out naked on a bed. I would rather run away than to see the look of disgust on his face.
After I waited until most people had gone to work, I trudged down the road, jumping off whenever a car would approach. Chris's home was probably several miles from town, so it took me a couple of hours to walk it at the pace I was going.
I was also getting extremely hungry. I hadn't eaten anything since having the pizza the day before. Chris had supplied us with plenty of alcohol, but we had eaten nothing.
I passed a carryout and went in and got a few bags of chips and some candy bars. It was the quickest thing I could go in and get. The store owner looked at me cautiously when I approached the checkout counter. I must have looked a sight. My face was stained from crying all night. My clothes were dirty and soiled, and I reeked of alcohol. He more than once wrinkled his nose when I was standing before him.
I left and headed into town as I gulped down the food I had purchased. As I walked down the sidewalk I kept turning around to watch the traffic. I ducked into an alley when I saw a police cruiser driving slowly down the street. I peeked out from behind a trash can and saw him stop and peer into the alley. I was afraid that he might have seen me enter. I let out a sigh of relief when he pulled off.
It was still early morning and I didn't know where to go. I was aware that people had to be looking for me. I was after all, only sixteen. I'm sure my parents had called the police and reported me missing. Of course, after talking to Stephanie, they probably told the police to take me to a juvenile detention center. Even if I decided that I wanted to go home again someday, I'd not be welcomed. No parent wants to have a gay, sex-crazed son.
I was also scared that Jason may have pressed charges against me for rape. Wasn't that what I had done to him? I had taken advantage of him while he lay drunk in a bed. If he didn't tell the police what I had done, then I'm sure that Stephanie did.
In the afternoon I found a quiet place at a nearby park. It was a secluded, grassy area under a large oak tree. It was far enough from the road that no one could see me if they drove past. It would also provide me some safety because there was a child's park nearby.
I lay down under the tree and fell asleep. I awoke several hours later when a fire truck went rushing by. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up, trying to figure what time it was. I saw some small children walking home from school, so I figured it must have been late in the afternoon.
I arose and walked across the park to a nearby McDonald's. Everyone stared at me when I entered and approached the counter. One little old lady wrinkled her nose and stepped away from me when I stood beside her.
I ordered several sandwiches and French fries. I was now out of money and I knew this would probably be the last meal I would be able to eat. I left the restaurant and returned to the park to eat my food. I sat there the rest of the day watching children playing on the swings and playground equipment.
When the sun began to set, I thought it would be best if I went to a more lighted area. The park was dark and dangerous at night. I remember seeing the news several years ago when a young woman was murdered there.
I headed into town and walked around looking in the store windows. Most stores had closed. I saw several clocks and it was after 8 o'clock. I ducked into alleys and store entrances when I'd notice a police cruiser coming down the street.
Around 11 o'clock I was wandering around when I noticed a man following me. He must have been about 50 years old. He was short and fat and kept chain smoking cigarettes. I walked quickly trying to escape him, but he'd pick up the pace when I would walk faster.
When I came to a lighted area I decided to confront him. I turned and stood before him as he looked at me.
"What do you want?" I asked angrily, hoping to intimidate him.
"I just wanted to talk to you," he said softly. "I saw you walking the streets. Are you a hustler?"
"A hustler?" I couldn't believe he thought I was cruising the streets for sex.
"Yeah," he said. "You're cute. Here's twenty bucks. Let's go over there in the alley and you can suck my dick."
"Suck your own dick!" I shouted as I tore off down the street. I was scared. I didn't belong on the street. I didn't know what to do or how to take care of myself. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't. Tears started rolling down my face.
I ran up to a phone booth outside an all-night liquor store. Several winos approached me asking for change. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my last quarter. I took out my wallet and found a business card tucked safely inside. I dialed the number and waited until I heard the voice on the other end.
"Bernie," I cried. "I'm scared. Come get me!"
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