Well, since it got such a good amount of reviews, I decided to make "Dairy of a Victim" into a series. I just typed up this chapter, and if it goes over well, I already have another chapter in mind for a third. So, please read and review, let me know if I should keep this going, or not. I'm all up for critisism as well, so don't be shy. Thank you for reading, and of course, enjoy!

Dairy of a Victim

Chapter 2

Sora led me to his front door. We climbed the stairs leading to the doorway together, staring into each other's eyes the whole way. Oh, god, I could look endlessly into those innocent blue eyes and never need anything else. Well, I thought, shifting my eyes down to Sora's crotch. Maybe there was something else I wanted from him. The mere thought of what the two of us had just finished doing was already putting a bulge in my shorts.

My new boyfriend had recently informed me of his father's homophobic tendencies, and here I was, holding his son's hand with an erection forming at his doorstep! And, to top it all off, I would never be able to play it cool! It was completely visible. Hell, it was visible even when it wasn't hard! It was times like those that I was not happy with my overly gracious endowment. Sometimes I thought ten inches was just too much.

And then I returned my gaze to Sora's beautiful, awaiting eyes. Oh sure, I got even harder, but I instantly lost all my worries. His slim, tender frame. His smooth, tan skin. His small, tight entrance that felt so good on my dick as I pushed it wider. The soft screams from his gasping mouth as I plunged even deeper into him. No, for Sora, ten inches was perfect. God, I'm so horny!

"Well, well. Look who it is," came the gruff remark, crashing into my personal fantasy. I tried to casually cover up my member that was slowly tearing a hole in my pants, but it was much too late. Sora's father had already opened the door, without me even hearing it. And now, he was staring down on two cowering boys with a glare of pure hate on his face. He looked at Sora, and his eyes seemed to scream, "If you think for one second that I can forgive you, you're wrong!"

I felt my face scrunch up into an angry frown. How dare he be so rude to his own son. If anything, he should be forgiving, or at least tolerant! He had some nerve, and every moment I was in his presence, I felt myself get even more furious. But, a ray of sunshine was about to break through. The tall man was pushed aside and a smaller, kinder looking woman took his place. Her smile glowed brightly as she reached out her hands.

Instinctively, I reered back, thinking she was reaching out to hit me, or something. My eyes grew wide with confusion as her thin arms wrapped tightly around my torso in firm hug. She leaned into me heavily and sighed. "So, you must be Riku," she remarked, her voice light and happy, as she pulled away from me. "We've heard so much about you, and I'm so glad we could finally meet. I can see why you have such a strong hold over my son. Very dashing young fellow."

She laughed timidly, but I couldn't help but notice her choice of words. She started out by saying, "We've heard-" but ending with "I'm so glad-." That couldn't have been a good sign. "I'm Sora's mother, in case you hadn't noticed," she said, taking my free hand, as my left was clutching desperatly to Sora's. "Please, come in, come in!" With a gentle tug, she pulled me reluctantly into the house. I brushed past Sora's father, nudging him unintentionally. He grunted and looked at me as if I had given him the 'gay' disease. What a jerk!

Sora's mother pulled me to one side of the hallway, forcing me to break my death grip on Sora's hand. I gasped suddenly as I realized that she was seperating me from Sora on perpose. The father fished Sora into a different room while the mother continued to pull me into the kitchen. About halfway, I stopped resisting. I'd rather be alone with her then in Sora's place! Who knows what kind of torture he was going though!

As soon as we were in, she sat me down at the table and shut the kitchen door softly. Then, she gracfully took her place at the table across from me. Her eyes took a sudden turn and became gravely serious. "Riku," she started. Her voice was so solomn, it actually scared me more then the father's looks! "I want to be very honest with you; I have no idea what my son is going through. But, you can't help who you love, so I'm perfectly content with your relationship."

I was about to say something, but she continued on regardless. "Even so, I must stress with you my concern for my son." Her green eyes peirced into my very soul. "If you ever do anything to hurt my baby, you will experience a mother's wrath. And I promise you, it is much worse then anything my husband can stir up!" Through my mind's eye, I quickly saw Sora's limp body beneath me, and his hoarse screams of pain as I penetrated his entrance for the first time. I shifted nervously in my seat.

"I know he's going through a hard time," she began. "And I admire his bravery to face me and his father so bluntly. But, if you lead him down a path that is unworthy of him, somewhere that could harm him or his life, well..." she made a dramatic pause. "At least I can say I warned you." I fidgeted again, and smiled gingerly. This woman was freaking scary! After a while, I realized that she wanted a response from me, so I sat up and cleared my throat.

"I understand," I assured her. "But, I find it very disturbing that you don't trust me." I looked her in the eye, letting all my passion spill out of me. "I could never hurt Sora. It is physically impossible. If he ever had any reason to cry, I would be the first to act upon it. I love your son. I loved him ever since the day I met him, and I can promise you this: Sora will never recieve anything less then love from me."

I watched as her grim face slowly melted into another huge smile. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear from you," she laughed. In one swift motion, she was up and hugging me again. And, in one swift moment, she turned from the scariest thing I had ever seen, to the nicest person in the world. And that in itself was frightening! "Okay, it's time for you to talk to Mike," she informed, leading me to the next room. "And, Riku," she called back. "Don't be afraid of him, he's just all talk."

I laughed and walked into the next area of the house. I stepped through the doorway just as Sora had gotten up from the couch. When he saw me, he raced to my side and hugged me tightly, his face stained with tears. I looked over Sora's head to Mike, who was standing next to his easy chair, his face red with shouting. "Did he hurt you?" I whispered into my boyfriend's ear.

"N-no," he stammered into my chest, letting out another gasp from weeping. "J-just yelled a-at me." He pulled me into him tighter, sobbing on my shirt. "I love you, Riku," he babbled. "Let's get out of here. Let's leave. I don't want to be a part of this anymore. Let's just go!"

I stroked Sora's soft, brown hair and hugged him firmly. "We can't run from him. Whether we like it or not, he's your father." It was a struggle to detach him from me, but when I did, I sent him into the kitchen. "I'll deal with him," I promised, closing the door behind the weeping boy.

"I just have one question," Mike hissed as I drew closer. "What have you done to my son?"

"I haven't done anything," I spat back. "It was his decision. He's the one who came to my house in the middle of the night. I had nothing to do with it. But, quite frankly, I'm glad he did!"

"He used to be such a good son," the brute continued as if he hadn't heard me. "We used to laugh together. Have fun, playing. I used to love him. But not anymore!"

"Why don't you love him?" I asked, raising my voice a little. "How could you so cruel? You don't love him anymore because he's gay? What kind of father does something like that?!" In one split second, out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand swipe at me. There was a sharp crack as the back of his hand swept over my face. It was so sudden, that I nearly fell to the floor, but luckily, I held my ground.

"Don't you dare lecture me about fatherhood, bastard," Mike growled. "That is something you could never experience, homo!" I slowly straightened myself out and brushed my silver hair from face. With all the anger I could muster, I glared at that man, hoping to set him on fire with my searing hate. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

"I don't care what you do to me," I said through clenched teeth. "That's the beauty of being who I am. I'm not part of your family. I don't have to deal with piles of shit like you. But Sora does! You can hit me all you like, you bastard. If it means Sora will be spared a beating... I'll gladly take it!"

"Big words for such a little man," Mike laughed, walking toward me. He stood at least a head taller then me, and he knew it. But I boldly stood up to him, inches away from his face.

"I'm a bigger man then you!" I retorted, glaring at him even more.

"Is that so?" To prove his point, Mike raised his hand to my head, and brought it up to his own. "Doesn't look that way to me!"

I smiled and put my hands on my hips. "I'm not talking about height, buddy! Sora would know that much!" Mike gradually looked down at himself and then me, finally getting the message. His eyes widened as my words became clear, and he crumpled his face in a scowl. With a loud bellow, he reached down to grab me, but I sidestepped him, landing a kick on his ass. The oaf fell over with a loud thump onto the couch. Sora and his mother came rushing into the room.

"Did you see what he did to me, the homo bastard?!" Mike yelled at the top of his lungs. But, Sora's mother was unphased.

"I'm sure whatever it was, you deserved it," she replied, matter of factly. With an air of confidence, she turned to Sora and said, "Honey, why don't you take Riku up to your room. You're father and I have to talk... again." Sora grabbed my hand like a vice grip and pulled me away. He was still crying a little from before, but as soon as we were alone in his room, he broke down into a waterfall!

"God, Riku, this is horrible!" he whimpered between gasps. "I don't know what to do!" His light form pressed against mine on his bed and he continued to cry into my chest. "What am I supposed to do, Riku?"

I gently took his head in my hands and brought him up to me. I pulled him close and locked our lips in a kiss. As we broke away, his tears had stopped falling. "This is what you're going to do," I said to him, softly. "You are going to look into my eyes, and you're going to forget all about this. It's just us up here. No mom, and definately no dad." Sora nodded, but he didn't seem convinced. "I know, you're just stressed out right now," I laughed. "You know what's a good stress reliever?"

Sora paused for a moment, then looked up. "You mean... have sex?" I nodded, lustfully. "But, my parents-"

"Are still downstairs," I finished for him. "And probably won't be coming up for a while! Come on, Sora. I know it's what you need right now." He nodded cheerfully, leaning in for a second kiss. I granted him as much and pulled him into me. Together, we collapsed on the bed. I allowed him to be on top of me for a while, but slowly, I turned him around so I could unbutton his pants easier. I whipped his belt off so fast that crashed into nearby a lamp. The thing teetered ominously, but stopped just on the edge of the dresser.

I practically tore Sora's shirt off, eager to see his smooth, tan skin. Reluctantly, I broke off our kiss and pulled my own shirt off. Afterwards, I settled down and nibbled on Sora's neck, leaving a sweet red mark on it's side. My proof of ownership, if you will. Gradually, I slid down his figure, lathering him with kissing the entire way. I could hear is moans of delactation as I touched him in all the right places. He bucked a little as he threw off his shorts, but I hardly noticed.

I brought my mouth to his left nipple and steadly sucked on it. Sora cried out my name that slowly died out into a dull moan of absolute bliss. I lifted my head and stared endlessly into his shimmering eyes. With my thumb and forefinger, I took his erect nipple and squeezed it gently.

"Oh, Riku, that's nice," Sora sighed, closing his eyes. With a smirk, I tighted my grip. The boy twitched uncomfortably. "What was that for?" he asked, scrunching up his face a little. My lips curled into an all out smile as I squeezed his nipple even harder. "Ow!" he gasped, sitting up. "What are you-" He stopped mid sentence and blinked. His eyes locked with mine, and they grew even wider in the dark room. We were mere inches apart, so much so, that I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"You look godly, Sora, my love," I cooed. "Sorry if I hurt you, but I needed your attention."

"For what?" he asked, interested. He lifted one eyebrow in curiosity.

I dragged myself down his body and took his hands in mine, pulling them down toward my crotch. "These damn pants are so annoying," I pouted. "Can't you help me take them off, Sora?" I saw his big, beautiful eyes light up with the same lust that I knew was in mine. He grabbed the top of my shorts and ripped the button open with all his might. Faster then I could see, Sora pulled off all my clothes, leaving me naked before him. I let my throbbing member fall onto his own, and for a split second, we were connected. With both groaned loudly together and melted into each other's arms.

"I want it so bad, Riku," Sora gasped as I messaged his inner thigh. "I can't wait any longer. I want you, now!" I laid him flat on his back, the sweat already starting to form on his hot body.

"You're so cute," I mused, taking in his member into my hand. "You're small, but I like that about you." Sora winced a little, feeling ashamed of his manhood, but it didn't last long. I had already began preping him, putting my fingers into his tight entrance, opening it up wider so that I could fit. He moaned deeply again as I placed my hot head at his entrance. His shaft got as hard as a rock, and mine got even harder then that, as I pushed it in deep.

"Yes," Sora shouted. "Right there! Hit me right there!" I pumped back and forth, slowly at first, but picking up speed. My hand kept in time with my thrusts, pumping up and down his member. Already the precum poured from him, and I knew he was close to a climax. He shouted my name, kicking his legs beneath me, and his seed spilled over my knuckles. We didn't even hear the lamp fall from it's perch and crash onto the ground below. But someone else did.

I started panting heavily, sweat dripping from me as I got hotter and hotter. "Let's see how deep I can go," I thought out loud, pushing even more into Sora's over stretched opening. He shouted again, but it was a cry of pure delectation. Inch by inch, I sank into him, until I was totally sheathed in his squirming body.

"So big!" he moaned. "So big! I don't know if it can fit!"

"Oh, it fits," I panted. "Oh, god, does it fit!" I pulled myself out and then plunged all the way back in, forcing another gasp from my lover. I was getting close to cumming, but I tried to make it last. Again, I pulled all the way out, up to my head, the veins on my thick shaft throbbing greatly. And, again, I pushed all the way back in. This was the final thrust, as I couldn't hold it any longer. Screaming Sora's name at the top of my lungs, I came, and I came hard! All of my white hot seed came rushing out, filling my lover until it spewed from his entrance. With a sigh, I waited a few moments for my rock hard dick to soften, or else it would have been impossible to pull out.

Sora and I both collapsed next to each other, breathing our hot pants on each other. We were about to lock out lips in a kiss again, when we sensed something was wrong. Gradually, we turned ourselves over and faced the door to Sora's room.

It was wide open. And Sora's parents were right there.

As I tried to calculate how long they had been there, my panicking mind scanned the area. I saw the shattered lamp on the floor below, and knew that that is was sounded the alarm. Which means, they must have seen most of the entire thing!

I looked at Sora, wide eyed with fright, and he stared back at me. He slowly opened his mouth and whispered, "Oh, what the hell," and locked his lips with mine in a long, loving kiss. When we finished, we turned back to Sora's mom and dad.

His mom quickly lifted her hand and slapped the dad across the shoulder. "Now why can't you do that to me?"