You Promised Me
a Tomorrow
Chapter 8
The past few weeks have been wonderful. I have never been so much in love. TJ was
coming home with me almost every day after school. My parents had fallen in love with
him. We managed to get away sometimes and make out in my room before he went
home. A few times we even repeated our lovemaking.

I loved TJ. When I was wrapped up in his arms, the world seemed like a safer place. I
never knew anyone who wanted to be held so much. If he didn’t have his arms around
me, he was hugging my mother and father. I didn’t realize one person could require so
much love. This was, however, a requirement I was willing to fulfill.

I was sitting at the lunch table with the regular gang- Dean, Wilson and Trisha. Deanna
had not joined us since that day she stormed out of the cafeteria. I was glad. I think if
she said anything else to me, I’d slap her face. Dean said there was a lot of tension at
home. His parents were constantly yelling at them for arguing all the time.

She now has a boyfriend. She sits with him at lunch, and they stare angrily at me from
across the cafeteria. His name is Dennis, and he is captain of the basketball team. It
figures she would go straight to the top of the school social line to try to make me
jealous. Does she really think I care about her or who she dates? And as for Dennis, I
never liked that egotistical son of a bitch anyway. He thinks the sun rises and sets on
his ass. They are a match made in hell.

“Saturday is TJ’s seventeenth birthday,” I informed my friends. “I want to have a small
party for him.”

“Small party?” Dean frowned. “Shit man, small parties suck. Let’s throw a big one and
invite a lot of guys.”

“Damn, Dean. Deanna’s right. You do act like a fag.” I remarked. “Oops, sorry. Touchy
subject,” I said when he cast me a vicious glare. Wilson and Trisha giggled across the
table.

“All right. Let’s get this party rocking, Man.” Dean became excited at the possibility of
organizing a party. “How many people can we invite?”

“I said a small party,” I insisted. “My mother and father said I could have a few friends
over for cake and ice cream. You know how TJ is. He’d freak if I had a houseful of
people.”

“Ice cream and cake?” Dean shouted. “You act like we’re ten years old.”

“We’ll be there,” said Trisha after looking at Wilson to get his approval. “Do you want
us to bring gifts?”

I hadn’t thought of gifts. I knew TJ didn’t have much. What do you give someone who
needs everything?

I suggested, “You know, it’ll be cold soon. How about a sweater or long-sleeved shirt?”

“Sounds like they would be wonderful gifts.” Trisha smiled warmly at my suggestion.

“How about a dildo?” Dean offered, and then began laughing uproariously. Trisha
looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“Just don’t give him your old one,” replied Wilson. We all looked surprised at him
making such a comment. He usually didn’t get involved in our bantering. We all broke
out laughing when Dean’s face began to redden.

“You mean the one I found under your bed?” Good old Dean. He always had to get in
the last remark. Trisha looked at Wilson and slapped him on his arm.

“Two-timer,” She said. Wilson attempted to say something, but became flustered. It
only made us laugh harder.

“Listen up. He’ll be here soon, so I gotta talk fast.” I began to share my plans with
them. “I want this to be a surprise. Be at my house at 5:45. I’m going to pick him up
and bring him home at 6:00. Park your cars down the street so he doesn’t suspect
anything.”

“Can I bring a date?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to be the only person there without
someone. I’d feel like a fifth wheel.”

“All right,” I replied. “Just don’t bring one of those flaming queens you hang around
with. I don’t want to hear ‘girl this’ and girl that’ all night.” Everyone, but Dean,
laughed.

“We can’t all have cute, hunky boyfriends,” Dean remarked sarcastically. Then a sad
look appeared on his face. I loved Dean, and I really hoped that Mr. Right would come
along for him someday, just like mine had.

“Who has a cute, hunky boyfriend?” TJ asked as he sat down beside me.

“I do,” I replied as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. I wished that we were not at
school, because I really wanted to give him a kiss at that moment. I reached under the
table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. He returned the squeeze.

“What were you talking about?” he asked casually.

“Nothing,” I lied. “How was algebra?” I asked as I attempted to change the subject.

“Mrs. Watson’s class is hard. I’m failing it right now,” he responded dejectedly.

“Perhaps I can tutor you,” offered Wilson. “I have and ‘A’ in her class. It’s not that
hard. I think it’s just they way she teaches it.” I looked over and gave Wilson and
smiled.

“Sure. That would be great,” TJ said appreciatively to Wilson. “Thanks, Man.” Wilson
nodded as Trisha planted a small kiss on his cheek. I’m sure there was a blush
somewhere under his dark skin.

TJ went home with me after school.  He came by my locker after picking up the books
from his locker that he’d need. I don’t know when he managed to do his homework.
He was usually at my house until late. I felt guilty because I knew we should work
together since we shared many of the same classes; however, it would cut into our
make out time. I guess I was being selfish, but I didn’t care. Maybe when things
settled down, I’ll suggest working together.

My father was home when we arrived. As usual, he walked over to TJ and wrapped him
in his arms. My father said he loved the way TJ wanted to be held. He said I’d
outgrown his hugs when I was about thirteen, and he’d missed giving them. TJ made
up for the void.

“You guys go on upstairs. I’ve got everything covered,” he said as he popped my ass
with a wet towel. TJ ran screaming out of the kitchen when he rewound the towel,
preparing to pop him. I could hear my father laughing when we entered the bedroom.

I closed the door and pulled him onto the bed. We made out for awhile, ending with a
mutual blowjob. As we lay naked in each others arms, I could hear TJ breathing softly
into my bare chest.

“Do you have any plans for Saturday?” I asked.

“Why?” He sat up and looked at me suspiciously.

“I thought we might go out. We’ve never really been on a date. We always come back
here and spend time together in my room.”

“I like it here,” he said as he reached under the cover and stroked my soft dick. “Every
thing is here that I need.”  

“I want to go on a real date,” I insisted.

“I don’t think I can,” he replied sadly. “I’ve got plans.”

“What plans?” I knew he didn’t have any plans. He once told me he didn’t do anything
when he went home.

“Just plans,” he said forcefully. I could tell he was being stubborn, and it would be a
challenge to get him to agree.

“But you gotta come with me Saturday.”

“No I don’t.” He was becoming annoyed at my persistence.

“Yes, please?” I begged.

“Why”

“Because it’s your birthday, dammit!” I blurted out. A surprised look appeared on his
face.

“How did you know?”

“I noticed it on you schedule the first time we met. I’ve been looking forward to
Saturday for a long time.” I felt the emotion beginning to build.

“I don’t want you doing anything for me. You’ve already done so much,” he replied.

I spent the next half hour trying to convince him to let me have a small birthday party
for him. I told him it would just be us, my parents, Dean, Wilson and Trisha. After
another blowjob, I finally got him to agree. I told him I’d pick him up around 5:45 at a
store on the other side of town. I told him I could pick him up at his home, but he
insisted that he would meet me at the store. It was something he would not give into,
even after I offered him another blowjob.

So the party was a go. Even though I had hoped that it would be a big surprise for
him, at least he would be sharing his seventeenth birthday with me. I couldn’t be
happier. After he left, I sat down with my mother and went over the final plans.

I met with Dean on Friday afternoon to go over my plans. I wanted everyone to park
their cars down the street so TJ wouldn’t see them. Even though he knew about the
party, I still wanted everyone to jump out and shout ‘Happy Birthday’ when he
entered. I know it sounded childish, but I just felt it would be something TJ would
enjoy.

“I bought him a nice sweater and pair of dress pants, just in case you guys ever want
to go out sometime. The sweater’s blue and will really look great with his eyes. He’s
gonna look hot!” Dean was beaming with excitement. He was really enjoying the idea
of throwing TJ a party, even if it was to be small with no alcohol.

“Man, I love you. You know that.” Since the halls were empty I leaned in and gave him
a kiss. It didn’t mean anything. We’d been affectionate with each other since we first
met. He clowned around and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. I pushed him back
and started laughing.

Dean’s eyes widened as he looked down the hall. I turned just in time to see TJ
heading out the exit. I shouted out his name, but he ignored me.

“Aw, Shit!” I yelled, as I ran desperately down the hall to catch him.

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I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Nothing ever good happens to me. Just when I believed
that Randy really loved me, I see him kissing Dean in the hallway. And they weren’t
just kissing; they had their tongues down each other’s throat.

For once I take a chance and let down my defenses, and I get hurt. Not just hurt,
destroyed would be a better word. I should have listened to Carter when he told me
that Randy was just playing me. I feel so used.

When I ran down the street after leaving school, I was heading for the park. But I ran
past it because I knew Randy would look for me there. I had no idea where to go or
what to do. I was forward to the birthday party ever since he told me about it. I tried
to act unenthused in front of Randy, but inside I felt like a giddy kid.

It was going to be my first party. I guess things like that are what they do when they
want to be charitable. Buy the poor kid some nice gifts and make him feel good. They
would probably have a good laugh once I was gone.

“Did you see the look on his face when he opened his present?” They’d laughed.    
“You’d think he had never gotten a gift before.” The sad thing is, they would be right.

I headed for home, but I didn’t want to be there. My mother and Butch would probably
be yelling at each other. I didn’t want to deal with that scene. So I headed to the only
place I knew I was welcomed- Carter’s house.

I knocked on the door, and a cute little girl answered. I asked to see Carter, and she
grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his room. She opened the door and went
bursting in, surprising Carter who was asleep on his bed.

“CeeCee, you got company,” she announced. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his
eyes.

“Thanks, Baby Girl. Now leave us alone for a while,” he said gently to her.

“CeeCee?” I giggled.

“You ever call me that and I’ll kick your ass,” he warned me.

“Ok, CeeCee,” I continued giggling.

He leapt off the bed so quickly that he caught me by surprise. He jumped on my back,
threw me on the floor and then pounced upon me. I screamed as he began jabbing me
in my back. We were both laughing uncontrollably. I thought I felt his dick poking me
in my ass as I struggled to get free.

“You give, mother fucker?” he shouted as he continued to grind into me. It was
unmistakable that he had an erection. I could feel it as he thrust it into my ass.

“Yes, CeeCee, I give.” I lifted up and threw him off.  He was so light that he went flying
into the air. I rolled over and caught him just as he jumped on top of me. I wrapped
my arms around him to prevent him from hitting me. Our faces were within inches of
each other.

A strange look appeared on his face. It seemed as if he wanted to kiss me. All the
times I’d spent with Carter, I’d never felt a sexual attraction to him. I didn’t feel that
he was attracted to me either. But at that minute, I wasn’t sure what was going
through his mind. Suddenly, he jumped off the bed and turned away from me. He
reached into his pants and readjusted himself.

“Just don’t call me that, okay?  Only my sister calls me that.” He walked out of the
room and headed across the hall to the bathroom. He walked back in a few minutes
later, acting as if nothing had happened.

“What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.” He walked over and took a clean
tee shirt out of the dresser. He removed his old one, and I got a glimpse of his slim
body. I could count the ribs through his frail body. He was hairless, and looked like he
had the body of a twelve year old.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

He turned to me and asked, “Something happen.”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“Cool. Listen, I’m going to a friend’s house. He’s having a little party. You want to go
with me?” That’s what I like about Carter. He never pressures me. He never asks
complicated questions. He accepts me as I am.

“Sure. Why not.” I was surprised when these words came out of my mouth. I didn’t
want to go home and be alone. I was still upset, and I didn’t want to cry myself to
sleep again. Maybe being with Carter and his friends would provide a distraction to my
problems. I was also sure there’d be plenty of marijuana and alcohol there, and that
was what I needed.

We walked about six blocks until we came to a run-down home. Carter knocked on the
door, and a guy about twenty-five answered. He smiled at Carter and then cast a
suspicious look at me.

“He’s cool,” Carter said. “Ricky, TJ.” He nodded and then moved aside to let us enter.  
I followed Carter to the basement. It was dark, but I could make out the figures of
about six other people. They were sitting around talking and passing joints back and
forth. The place reeked of the smell of weed and stale beer.

Carter motioned for me to sit on a loveseat. He walked across the room, opened up a
refrigerator door and took out two beers. He handed me a beer when he sat down.

We sat for hours drinking and smoking. I don’t think I ever got to know the names of
any of the other guys there. We talked about music and video games. Occasionally,
someone would get into an argument about sports. I couldn’t offer my opinion
because I had no idea what teams they were talking about. Sports never interested me.

Ricky emerged once and motioned for Carter to follow him upstairs. He was gone for
about thirty minutes. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, and I was considering
leaving when he finally came back downstairs. He looked funny. He sat quietly and   
didn’t say anything for about fifteen minutes.

I was getting very high and extremely drunk. The strange thing was, I wasn’t getting
depressed. Actually, the more I drank, the better my mood got. I think I’d passed the
point where I just didn’t care anymore.

I was starting to fall asleep around two o’clock when Carter elbowed me and told me it
was time to go. He stood, reached down and pulled me up by my hands. For a little
guy, he was strong. We left the house and staggered down the street to Carter’s
home. At one point I thought I was going to puke, but the feeling soon went away.
After all, drinking a large amount of alcohol wasn’t a new experience for me.

When we reached his house, I started to walk away. I was going to try and make it
home. He grabbed my arm and insisted that I spend the night with him. I was too
drunk to argue. He managed to open the door and we stumbled up the stairs. We
were holding on to each other, giggling as we made our way.

“Where do you want me to sleep?” I asked while looking around for a soft place to lie
down. “I can just crash on the floor.”

“Just sleep with me,” he said as he began undressing. “There’s plenty of room. It’s a
double bed.” When he was down to his underwear, he pulled back the covers and
climbed into bed.

“I gotta piss,” I announced urgently.

“Across the hall.” He pointed towards the bathroom. “And don’t make any noise.”

I finished and washed up as best I could. I felt really dirty. Sitting all night in that dark,
dank basement made me feel unclean. I don’t know why, though. I was used to
unclean conditions at my house.

When I returned to the bedroom, I closed the door and walked over to the bed. I
could see Carter lying on his back watching me. I felt uncomfortable as I began to
undress. After stripping down to my boxers, I crawled into bed with him. Within
minutes, I was asleep.

Something woke me up later in the night. I thought I was having a wet dream. My dick
was extremely hard, and it felt like I wanted to cum. After a few seconds, I realized
that someone was sucking me. Without moving, I peered down and saw Carter’s head
bobbing under the covers. He was giving me a blowjob!

I wanted to jump up and scream at him, but I could feel myself ready to cum at any
second. Soon, I blew a huge load into Carter’s mouth. He swallowed vigorously until
my orgasm subsided.

He lifted his head from under the covers and looked to see if he had woken me up.      
I pressed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. I squinted and looked at him as he
pulled his underwear down and began jacking off. Within a minute, he moaned and
shot a load onto his stomach.

My heart was pounding, and I was sure he’d know that I was not asleep. I couldn’t
believe what had just happened. I felt as if I’d been raped. Carter had taken advantage
of me when he thought I was asleep.

Then I thought of Randy, and tears began to flow down my cheeks. I could hear Carter
snoring softly as I cried myself back to sleep.


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