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A Mourning Storm - 6. Chapter 6

I was really angry when I left Gabe’s house. He was starting to sound like him. Who was Gabe to decide who I should be friends with? We’d been friends for years and not once had I ever criticized one of his friends. I mention meeting a new guy and he tells me he doesn’t think I should hang with him.

Well, fuck him and everyone else.

Before I knew it, I was standing before a white house with green shutters. I remembered Wade telling me the night before that he lived in the basement, and if I wanted him to tap on the window. I cautiously entered the backyard and came to the back door. I tapped a few times lightly and waited. When no one came to the door, I walked to a nearby basement window and tapped it a few times.

A minute later the backdoor opened, and Wade was standing in the doorway in his underwear. I looked down and saw a very obvious bulge. He grinned when he saw me.

“Hey,” he smiled as he grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. “I was just dreaming about you.” He squeezed his erection again and started laughing. “Come on in.”

He stepped aside. When I walked past him, he reached out and grabbed my ass. He giggled as we made our way to the basement with his hand caressing my right cheek. When we got to the bottom, he moved around me and did a little dance around the room.

“This is it,” he smiled. “What do you think?”

“Um...” I hesitated. “Nice.”

I looked around at the cluttered basement. Actually, it was more of a cellar. It was also very dark except for a tiny light by the twin bed in the corner. Water pipes and heating ducts ran across the low ceiling, and much of the plaster had fallen from the walls. It appeared that they had never been painted. I felt I was standing in a dungeon.

“Okay,” he giggled. “It’s not the Hilton, but it’s all mine. My foster mom offered me a bedroom upstairs or this, I chose this. I can come and go when I want to.”

He walked across the room, bending to pick up some dirty clothes and tossing them into a pile in the corner. “Come on.” He threw more clothes off the bed. “Have a seat.”

I tiptoed across the floor, careful not to step on anything as I sat down on the side of the bed. Before I realized what was happening, he jumped into my lap and pushed me back on the bed. I could feel him grinding his cock against my stomach.

“Did you miss me?” He grinned from above me. His cock was growing harder as he ground it into me. “See,” he giggled. “I missed you.” He then leaned in and kissed me. I was going to push him off, but his lips felt...nice. I had kissed Becky a few times, but this was much different.

He opened his mouth and covered mine with his. He then gingerly tried to push his tongue into my mouth. When he did, my cock immediately grew rigid. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted to do this since last night,” he said as he continued to kiss me more passionately. Suddenly, he jumped off the bed, removed his underwear and climbed back on top of me.

“We should stop,” I moaned as he stuck his hard, bare cock against my stomach.

He sat up and looked down at me. “Why?” I couldn’t give him a good reason. It just felt like something I should say. He then scooted down and sat on my legs as he pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang from its tight confinement.

“There he is!” he giggled as his head dropped and he engulfed it in his hot mouth.

“Ohhh!” I moaned. I rammed my cock hard into his mouth. He put his hand around it and began to suck me. After a minute, he pulled off.

“Get naked.” He helped me remove my shirt and then pulled my shoes off before pulling my shorts down over my legs. We were completely naked. He pushed me down and once again and started to kiss me.

I pushed him off when I heard someone walking overhead. “Relax,” he assured me. “No one ever comes down here. It’s safe.”

My heart stopped when the basement door opened. I quickly pulled the covers over me. “Wade?”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“Dinner will be ready in a half hour.”

“Okay!” he yelled out. “Can I invite someone?”

“Of course,” she replied as she closed the door.

Wade looked over and started laughing when he saw the frightened look on my face. I thought for sure she would come down and find me naked in bed with him.

“See,” he laughed. “I told you she wouldn’t come down. She has arthritis in her knees and can’t climb the stairs.” He threw the covers off me and looked down at my flaccid cock. “Aw,” he cooed as he took it in his hand and started to stroke it. “Did you get scared?” I moaned softly when he once again dropped his head and started sucking me.

I tried to turn my body so I could suck him as we had done the previous night, but he stopped me. “Just relax,” he said. “I want to get you off. Then you can do me.” I laid my head back on the pillow as Wade continued to suck me rapidly. Each time I felt I was going to cum, he would pull off and lick my balls until the feeling subsided. After the third time, I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“I’m going to cum,” I announced. He removed his mouth and masturbated me until cum jettisoned from my cock and coated my chest.

“Cool!” He said as he watched the last drops seep from my cock. I jumped when he leaned down and took my semi-hard cock back into his mouth.

“It tickles!” I started to scream, but then I realized that his foster mom might hear me. I curled into a ball and giggled.

He laid back and gave his hard cock a few strokes. “Now do me.”

I wanted to take my time. Last night everything had happened so quickly that I hadn’t had time to enjoy my first sexual experience. This time I wanted to completely satisfy Wade.

He closed his eyes as I ran my hand over his smooth chest. His breathing was labored, and I could tell he was very excited by what I was doing. He grabbed my head when I leaned in and ran my tongue gently over his nipple. “Oh, God,” he moaned. I continued to tweak his nipple as he held my head tightly.

After a minute, I pulled away and laughed. “I can’t breathe.” He looked at me and smiled.

“Sorry,” he said as he rested his head back. He moaned when I ran my tongue down his smooth belly until I reached his pubic hairs. They weren’t bushy like mine, but long and straight. I licked them gently before moving my tongue down to his tight, small balls.

“Oh, God!” he moaned a little louder. I started giggling and then took them in my mouth. He curled up and moaned again. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum right now!” he warned me.

I took his cock in my hand and examined it. It was smaller and thinner than mine. He was cut and the head was swollen and red. He threw his head back on the pillow when I opened my mouth and engulfed the head and ran my tongue around it. His hips rose up as he rammed it into my mouth.

I began sucking him as I had the night before. Each time I went down on his cock, he would raise his body and shove it deeply into my mouth. We did this for about three minutes when he suddenly announced, “I’m going to cum!”

Before I could remove my mouth, the first blast of cum hit the back of my throat. I was going to remove it, but he was holding the back of my head. His cum was quickly filling my mouth. In order not to gag, I swallowed it. When he finished, I pulled off and collapsed beside him.

He was breathing heavily as he held his arm over his head. “God, Richie,” he moaned. “That was fucking fantastic!” We lay silently for a minute before he jumped up and straddled me.

He looked down and grinned. “You swallowed it!”

I looked up and returned his smile. “You didn’t exactly give me much choice.”

“It felt so good; I didn’t want to pull out.” He reached down and started stroking my cock. It started to harden.

“What are you doing?” I took his hand and tried to remove it, but he swatted my hand away.

“I didn’t swallow yours,” he replied.

“It’s okay, really,” I responded before letting out a moan. He had leaned down and sucked my cock completely into his mouth. Within a few minutes, he returned the favor. It felt great!

We got dressed and sat around talking for a little while. We heard footsteps walking across the upstairs floor and then the door opened. “Wade?”

“Yes?” he hollered out.

“Dinner is ready.”

We went upstairs and I met his foster mother, Mrs. Davenport. She appeared to be about sixty years old. She was thin and her face was gaunt. I watched as she moved slowly around the kitchen. She picked up our plates, went over to the stove and placed meatloaf on it. She then added mashed potatoes and green beans.

We sat down and she had Wade say the grace. He mumbled something incoherent and we began to eat. Nothing much was said; however, she kept staring at me. A few times I would look at Wade out of the corner of my eye. He continued eating as if he didn’t notice. It also appeared that they hardly talked to each other. When we finished, we put our plates in the sink, walked out into the backyard and sat on a bench.

“Your foster mom is kind of quiet, isn’t she?” I asked. “Don’t you guys ever talk or anything?”

“Nah,” he replied as he shrugged his shoulders. “She only keeps me here because she needs the check she gets at the first of the month. I don’t really care, though. At least I got me a place to stay.”

I looked over and he seemed sad. It wasn’t something I had seen before. He always seemed lively and vivacious. I realized for the first time that he probably hid his real feelings behind an extroverted exterior. Inside, he was probably hurting as much as I was. I scooted closer to him until our legs were lightly touching.

I think he became aware that I had found out his secret because he suddenly sat up and looked over at me with his infectious grin. “Want to go to a party tonight?”

“A party? Where?”

“A friend’s house.” He grinned widely. “He throws some awesome parties. Besides, there should be plenty of alcohol.”

“I don’t know,” I said worriedly. I was still feeling slightly sick from the night before. I wasn’t sure I could do it again so soon.

“It’ll be fun,” he assured me as he put his hand on my leg and squeezed it.

“He don’t mind that we’re only fifteen?”

“Naw,” he replied. “Like Doug says, age is only a number. As long as we don’t do anything to get the cops called, he’s cool with it.”

“I’ll think about it.” I looked down at my watch. It was after seven. If I was going to go to a party with Wade, I needed to go home and clean up.

He stood up. “Be back here at nine if you decide to go. Okay?”

I stood and nodded my head. He looked up at the kitchen window. When he didn’t see his foster mom, he leaned in and kissed me on my lips. “I had fun today. I hope you can go with me tonight.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You might even get lucky again.”

“You’re an idiot,” I laughed. I kissed him quickly and then headed around to the front of the house. After a quick wave, I headed back to Hell

*********

It started as soon as I opened the door. He was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. He threw it down when I entered, marched over and stood before me.

“Where have you been? You missed having dinner with the family.”

I started to make a comment that we were not a family, but I bit my tongue. “I had dinner at a friend’s house,” I mumbled as I turned and headed downstairs.

“Wait a minute!” he shouted out. When I felt his hand drop onto my shoulder, I turned to protect myself. He stepped back and held up his hands. “I’m not going to hit you, Son.”

I made a threat I wasn’t sure I could keep. “If you ever hit me again, I’m going to call the cops.” I thought he’d say something about knowing every cop in town, but he didn’t.

“Here.” He thrust something in my face. When I looked closer, it was a Blackberry cell phone.

“What’s this?”

“What’s it look like?” he remarked as he placed it in my hand. “I want you to call me when you can’t make it for dinner again.”

I tried to hand it back to him, but he folded his arms. “I don’t need this.”

“Sure you do,” he smiled. “It’s got some cool games on it. I played some myself a little while ago. And don’t worry about running out of minutes. I got you the unlimited plan.

I turned it over in my hand and examined it. I had been envious of some of my other friends who had similar phones. Under different circumstances I would have been dancing around the room. I stuffed it in my pocket and headed toward the stairs.

“One other thing.” I turned and looked over at him. “I put my number in your contacts. You’ll find it under ‘Fucker.’” I turned and headed downstairs before I broke out laughing

I went downstairs and lay down for a little while. If I was going to go out, I needed to get a little sleep. It was almost eight when I awoke. Wade had told me to be at his house by nine if I wanted to go to the party with him.

I got up, removed my clothes and jumped in the shower. When I walked out of the bathroom I was toweling my hair, so I didn’t see Gabe sitting on the sofa. My face flushed with embarrassment when I realized I was standing naked before him.

Ordinarily it wouldn’t have bothered me; but after having sex with Wade it seemed strange for him to see me naked. “What do you want?” I asked as I hurried over to the pile of clothes on a chair and found a pair of clean underwear. I then searched through the clothing and found my favorite pair of shorts.

“What do you want?” I asked again after several silent minutes.

“I just came by to see how my best bud was doing.” I knew he felt bad for upsetting me earlier. It would have been easier if I just explained things to him, but I couldn’t.

“I’m okay,” I replied as I held up a shirt and examined it. I wanted to find something that wasn’t too wrinkled to wear. The iron was in the laundry room, and I didn’t want to go back upstairs and run into him again.

“You going out?”

“Yeah,” I said as I slipped a blue shirt over my head. I then walked into the bathroom and combed my hair. I looked over my shoulder to see Gabe standing behind me

“Where are you going?"

“To a party,” I replied as I opened the medicine cabinet. I found a bottle of cologne and splashed some on my face.

“Who are you going with?” I turned and faced Gabe.

“Wade."

“Wade!” A disgusted look appeared on his face. “Jesus, Richie. Why are you hanging out with him? Don’t you know he’s gay?”

“What’s wrong with that?” I walked over and stood defiantly before him. “A person can’t have a gay friend?”

“Yeah, sure,” he answered nervously. “It’s just that...” He stopped and looked away.

“Just what, Gabe?” I asked angrily. “People might think I’m gay?”

“No!” he stammered. “Well, yeah.”

I walked closer to him until we were only inches apart. “Look, Gabe. I want you to stay out of my life.” His eyes widened and then a hurt expression appeared on his face.

“Fine,” he said as tears started to form in his eyes. “I got it.” He gave me one final sad look and then he walked out the door.

I fell onto the sofa and buried my head in my hands. Did I just lose my best friend?

********

“You look great!” Wade’s eyes flashed with excitement when he opened the back door to let me in. I ran my eyes over his body. It was obvious he had gone out of his way to look good. It was the first time I’d ever seen him in a dress shirt.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I responded as I wiggled my eyebrows. He grabbed my hand and led me into the room.

“We’ve got time for a quickie,” he remarked as he ran his hand over the front of my shorts. My cock began to jerk. I looked over at the clock. It was 9:07.

“Won’t we be late?” I asked. He looked at the time and frowned.

“Probably,” he said. “If we’re late there won’t be any booze left.”

I looked worriedly at him. “You sure we won’t get in any trouble?”

“I told you it would be all right.” He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. “Relax.” He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and out the door. We headed south from his home.

“How far do we have to walk?” It was late and I wasn’t sure where the party was. I was a little worried that he might lead me into a dangerous neighborhood.

“Not far,” he assured me. “But first we have to stop by Lennie’s. I’m not going to a party without some weed.” We talked on the way, but most of the conversation was about the party. He told me about some things that had happened during previous ones. I think he was trying to get me excited, but I was becoming increasingly worried.

The party was going to be at a friend’s home. Wade said his name was Doug, and he was eighteen. He had attended our high school, but he had dropped out the previous year. He was now helping his dad in his machine shop. About once a month his parents went out of town to attend a NASCAR race and left him and his older sister alone. His sister would go over to her boyfriend’s house, leaving him alone in the house. He would then invite some friends over to keep him company.

“Keeping a guy company doesn’t sound much like a party to me,” I said dejectedly. I had been hoping to attend my first real party. With my mother sick for the past three years, except for going out to the movies with Becky, my social life had been practically nonexistent.

Wade started laughing. “Just wait.” He looked at me and smiled. I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but we were walking down a sidewalk. Several older people were sitting on their porches watching us as we passed.

When we reached Lennie’s house, Wade put his hands in his pockets and pulled out some cash. He counted it and looked at me. “I’m a little short,” he said. “You got any money on you.”

I pulled out my wallet and handed him some bills. He counted it and then looked up. “This is only seven dollars. I got nineteen. A good bag of weed costs at least fifty.”

“If he can wait until tomorrow,” I suggested, “I have some money in the bank. I’ll give you the rest.”

“Naw,” he replied. “Lennie don’t work like that. His policy is no cash, no grass.” He looked at me and frowned. “We might as well go back to my place. It won’t be a party without weed.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the phone he had given me earlier. “What about this?” Wade took it from my hand an examined it.

"Is this yours or did you steal it?”

“It’s mine,” I assured him.

“Cool,” he responded as he began playing with it. “Lennie won’t take it but I know someone who will.” He started to walk quickly away as I ran to catch up with him. We walked about two blocks when he came to a run-down house.

“Wait here,” he said. “This guy don’t like strangers coming round.” Wade walked onto the porch and knocked. A young guy with a scarf on his head opened the door and looked out. I saw him look at me. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but he seemed upset that Wade had brought me to his house. When Wade held up the phone, the guy opened the door and they disappeared inside. A few minutes later he came out grinning.

As we walked away, he unfolded several bills. “He gave me forty for the phone. With the rest we have, we can get really fucked up tonight.” He almost skipped on the way back to Lennie’s.

********

We could hear the loud music coming from the house before we even arrived. Had the home not been rather secluded on a deserted street, the police probably would have already stopped. It looked like a cabin you’d see in the woods somewhere. Several cars were parked in the stone driveway.

“Here we are,” remarked Wade as he led me to the porch. Music blared from the living room when he opened the door. I looked around and noticed about fifteen people lounging around. Most appeared to be about our age, but several could have been older. There also seemed to be an equal number of guys and girls.

I turned when I heard someone shout, “Wade!” A dark-haired boy wearing a leather vest walked over and kissed him on the lips. Wade gave the boy a cautious look and then grabbed my hand and pulled me forward.

“Is this him?” The boy ran his eyes up and down my body. I felt like I was standing naked before him.

“Be good, Doug,” warned Wade. He threw his arm around my back. “He’s mine.”

"For now,” smiled Doug as he extended his hand and once again ran his eyes over my body. “I’m Doug,” he said. He looked at Wade and frowned. “Unfortunately, Ms. Thing here is a dear friend.” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “And yes, we have.” He grabbed Wade by the arm and started laughing. “In fact, almost everyone has.”

Wade’s face reddened as he pulled me away. “Don’t listen to that silly queen,” he said as he led me toward the kitchen. Doug reached out, pinched Wade’s ass and then walked away laughing.

He walked to a cooler sitting on the floor and handed me a beer. We then walked over to a kitchen table and sat down. He pulled the marijuana from his pants pocket and proceeded to roll several joints. When he was finished, he lit one and passed it to me.

I looked around the room at some of the people milling about. Two girls were kissing in what appeared to be a laundry room. I leaned in and whispered to Wade. “Is everyone one here gay?”

He looked around the room before answering. “Naw,” he replied. “A few maybe, but most are probably straight. It’s hard to say.” We finished the joint and then he grabbed my hand and led me back into the living room. We sat down beside a girl sitting on the sofa. She looked over and smiled.

Wade then put his arm around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. He reached down to feel my crotch but I pushed his hand away. I didn’t feel comfortable making out with others around. Besides, even though Wade felt confident, I wasn’t sure how others would react to our display of affection.

As we continued to kiss, I heard Doug once again approach and screech out Wade’s name. “Wade, Darling,” he said as we looked up at him. “I want you to meet a friend of mine.”

My eyes widened when I saw who he had his arm around. It was Becky’s older brother, Stephen.

“Richie?”

:thankyou: For reading A Mourning Storm. I hope you are enjoying the story. Thanks, too, for the wonderful comments, and the likes, loves and sads. 

Copyright © 2009 by Ronyx; All Rights Reserved.
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The only good thing about it being over a year since I read this is I am surprised each chapter still!

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I’m starting to remember bits and pieces of this story. Usually it only takes a chapter or two. I must be slipping!

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I’m starting to wonder why the sperm donor is suddenly being nice. What’s the catch? Did the girlfriend give him an ultimatum (no sex unless he stops beating his son, perhaps)?

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Richie's father appears to be trying to mend fences, but he's a little inept at doing so. Yelling at Richie for not being there for dinner isn't a good way to start. However, it's interesting that he had the phone ready, as that implies he bought it for Richie before Richie failed to show up for dinner.

 

Gabe is also putting his foot in it. I can appreciate that he thinks he's helping by warning Richie about Wade (who apparently doesn't have a good reputation at school), but he's pushing, rather than leading. If he really wants to help Richie, he needs to guide him, not force him. Unfortunately, that level of social skill is not common in fifteen-year-olds.

 

As for Wade, he may not be the best person for Richie given his criminal activities, but all the signs are there that he cares for Richie, and that's exactly what Richie needs at the moment. Now, it could be that Wade is just using Richie for sex and money, but I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt...for now.

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I never thought about the phone having a tracker on it, but now that I think about it guess it's possible, I still wouldn't have gotten rid of it, i'd left it at home

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