Love is a Battlefield : Part 3

The crowd’s screams loudly and I jump out of my seat. I clutch my cell phone tightly to my chest as I stand next to Christian. He leans into my face and as our lips met my phone starts vibrating.

I jump up and fall hard onto the floor thinking what the heck that was. I look on the floor next to me and see my cell phone. I grab it and see that Bastian had sent me a text reminding of our breakfast date. I walk downstairs and see my dad passed out on the couch in his jogging suit. I turn around and head back upstairs and into the bathroom. “I wonder what with that dream I had” I say in my head. I mean I don’t hate Christian that’s not my nature, but last night was an all time low. How could he treat me like that? Does he hate me so much?

I turn on the sink and splash my face with some much needed water to wake me up. I decide to then get dressed for Bastian. It takes me two hours to decide between a tight shirt with tight shorts that did not hide all my secret treasure or the more classy approach such as some jeans. In the end, I picked the more appealing shorts since you only live once.

I hear Bastian knocking at the door and rush down to meet him before my dad. I get downstairs and see I am too late and the worst part is my dad not wearing a shirt. His entire hairy beer belly glory for Bastian to see and I could just die. I quickly squeeze between my dad and Bastian in time to not be completely humiliated. “Wow you look like a complete angel.” Bastian says smiling at me. He hands a rose and even though it’s embarrassing to admit, I begin to blush.

“Thank you but you really went all out with the rose and everything. It should be me who is flattering you.” I say smelling the red velvety rose.

“Are you ready to go, if you don’t mind sir?” Bastian asks holding his hand out to my dad who is more put off than me.

“Of course, you two have fun. If anything happens to my angel not even flattery could stop a bullet.” My dad said grinning and Bastian grinned right along with him.

Bastian grabs my hand and we head to his car and it actually feels nice to be having a guy interested in me. All the Christian fighting has really made me self conscious lately. As we ride to whatever breakfast place Bastian is head to, we listen to the smooth jazz and everything is good.

I feel Bastian slide his hand toward mine which causes me to turn and look at him. He tries his best to act like he watching the road but I can see that’s he is blushing and the glistening sweat start to appear on his forehead. I turn my head and grab his hand. Even though he tries to hide it, I can hear the sigh of relief he breathes.

We pull into some nice place I haven’t seen around here. As we walk in, I see that it’s a vegetarian restaurant and he gains even more points from me. “I never been here before but I thought I could try it with you. If you don’t mind?” He says blushing again instead of giving him an answer I give him a kiss. It starts out soft, gentle, and innocent, but he starts to kiss me back.

I start kissing him harder and the next instant his tongue is exploring every spot of my mouth. A soft moan escapes my mouth as we stop and look into each other’s eyes until we hear a soft “excuse me” from the tiny waitress who I could have sworn was in our class. I didn’t know her name or care to ask because the only thing I wanted to know at this moment was how big was Bastian’s cock and how would it feel compared to his tongue.

Christian

“Why can’t I shake what happened last night? I mean it’s just that veggie homo’s fault. Why did he come to Charles knowing he would hate it?” I say to Jack but more to myself.

“Chris why the fuck does it matter? All that matters is you handled that marshmallow.” Jack shouts as we continue jogging around the track.

“Right dude but still…” “Still what? You didn’t get fired, hell you got a raise for making Oliver leave. I wish I could work there.” Jack interrupts me. It’s true, I didn’t get in trouble, in fact, Charlie the owner was all too pleased that they left. He even gave me a raise which shocked me, but money is money.

“Just keep working on your boxing skills, so you and your daughter can have a good life. It wouldn’t look good if you become a well know boxer and people hear that you have pity on some little gay boy twink whatever they like to be called. You can’t be a gay lover and a boxer that don’t mix.” Jack continued to rant.

He was right gays and sports just didn’t mix. I’m sure I did the right thing because I’m not gay. “Your right I am acting like a chick with all this feeling crap. Hey after this let’s head to the ring for a few rounds.” I shout as I sprint ahead of Jack.

Oliver

After the amazing breakfast with Bastian, we went back to his house. “It’s huge. You have a huge garden, a pool, and you said 10 bed rooms. Wow!” I said as we walked into his room.

“It’s great if you got someone to share it with. Mostly I just throw parties since my parents are always busy traveling for work.” He whispers in my ear.

I turn around and put my arms around his neck to whisper “How about we finish what we started at the restaurant.” Bastian quickly gets the idea and leans into me and we start kissing again. It feels like sparks are passing from his lips and sending currents down my spine. His hands start to slide down my back grab my ass. I feel him push my body closer to his and instantly I can feel his hard cock.

He lays me down on his bed and spreads my legs and continues to kiss me. My hole starts aching for his big cock as he starts slowly grinding into me. He moves toward my neck and starts nibbling and suck on it as he continues to grind into me. I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper his name. His grinding starts getting harder and rougher. We both start breathing hard and I hear him whisper “Sarah”.

I push him off me and ask “Who is Sarah?” He looks at with a puzzled look. “Sarah what are you talking about?”

“I know what I heard since you want to play dumb. I think I should be going.” I say walking out the door.

“Wait Ollie! I can explain.” He shouts after me, but I don’t stop. I start running before he can hurt me even more.