This was real…This is real…Oh God! This IS real! Thoughts suddenly came crashing into his mind all at once. In a few minutes, I'm going to lose my virginity. In mere seconds, my belt will be unbuckled and my pants will be around my ankles. My shirt will be unbuttoned and my undershirt will be pulled behind my neck, exposing my bare chest and stomach. This fantasy was arousing Connor, and made him unknowingly let out a low groan. Steve continued to chew on Connor's neck, biting down hard whenever Connor would pull his hair.
Oh, Steve! And Steve…Steve is going to be inside of me. This beautiful sculpture of a man will be inside of me! McKinley was breathing hard now. Huffs and puffs of hot air were blown hard into Steve's ear, sending shiver up his spine. Steve congratulated himself. He was turning the Elder into a hot mess, and they haven't even gotten to second base yet.
McKinley's vigorous 'turned off' feelings were clouding his mind. Oh Heavenly Father, he's going to fondle me, explore me, use me for the first time. I'm going to have nail marks on the side of my hips from his strong grip. I'm going to get penetrated by him. I won't be able to walk straight for a month, and OH MY, how I don't want to walk straight. I wanna limp for the next year because of him. I want these hickies to never leave my skin. I want his cum all over me. In me and on me. Steve's hand stroked down from Connor's hip to his inner thigh, giving it a light squeeze. His thumb scarcely brushed Connor's crotch, but he ignored it. Little did he know, this small act sent Connor over the edge. McKinley threw his head back and arched.
"Ugnhf! Ahhhhhh!" Connor yelled. He was stiff for a moment, then relaxed and opened his eyes. His vision was blurred and he couldn't think straight. It was most exhilarating sensation he had ever experienced.
"Did you just cum?"
"Wh-what?" Then there was a terrible crash. It was him colliding with reality. As he came back to Earth, he realized how wet and sticky his pants were. Oh no… "Oh my…I…I…I-I…" Too stunned to form words, Connor let go of Steve and tried to wipe away the stain. To his dismay, it only made it worse. Then he realized, these weren't just any pair of pants. They were his uniform pants. He was in uniform when he committed this sin. I just committed a sin…I just took part in one of the biggest temptations on Earth. I failed…God sent me this test and I failed him.
"I knew you were excited, but we didn't even get to the best part." Steve joked as he leaned in for another kiss. This time he when they pecked, McKinley moaned in protest. Connor pushed him away, trying to ignore the amazing feeling of Steve's pecks against his palms. Steve didn't want to fight, so he did as he was told and backed up. Connor suddenly grew very angry at Steve. He was the one who lured him in. It's his entire fault.
"You! You-you're the one who did this!" Connor yelled as he gesture to his crotch. A fool's grin formed on Steve's face. "That's not a COMPLIMENT! You're the one who caused me to sin, therefore it is your fault and not mine, you snake in the grass!" McKinley spat at him.
"Calm it down, Mother Theresa. You didn't seem to mind it a few minutes ago. And don't say you didn't, I got evidence." Steve argued back while pointing to Connor's mess. The Elder covered himself and gasped in disbelief of his rudeness. "Listen. I'm sorry. I'll admit, I may have gotten carried away, but you weren't exactly screaming for me to stop either."
"I can't believe you. This is all your fault, sinning pig! I'm not even a homosexual!" Connor screamed as stood up from his position. Steve scoffed stood with him.
"'Not even a homo?' What the fuck, man? YOU come in here all staring at my dick, YOU start diggin' my kisses, YOU creamed your pants. Sounds like the work of Satan." Steve said, surprisingly in a charming way. Though the joking jab was flirtatious, it covered the emotional damage and heartache of Connor's statement. Connor marched towards the door, cringing at how uncomfortable it was to walk in the state he was in.
"Con, listen to me. Let's talk about this." Steve insisted. Before McKinley could touch the doorknob, Steve grabbed his wrist and turned him around.
"There is nothing to talk about, alright? Just leave me alone, you sexually confused sinner! I don't want any part of this!" Connor quickly stated as he yanked his arm from Steve's hold. In McKinley's mind, the statement was general. But when he gestured to the room he was in, Steve's expression changed drastically from a helpless one to a furious one.
"What? I'm not good enough for you or something?"
"No. That's not what I mea-"
"No, no. That's exactly what you meant. I know I'm not livin' as good as you, but it's all I got right now. I thought you would respect that. For Christ's sake, I thought you would at least tolerate that, but all that was going threw your head was how sorry you felt for me. Well, I don't need your pity, got that? I didn't get it from anybody else; why the fuck would I need it from you?" Steve told him, his volume increasing with every sentence. Steve's emotions were in a raging hurricane of anger and rejection. Connor blinked multiple times to stop the tears from forming, but gave up once it became too much. It was all happening so fast. McKinley couldn't decide whether he was crying because he disobeyed Heavenly Father's plan, or because he was being yelled at and humiliated. The true reason, that he badly didn't want to admit, was because they shared something so beautiful and amazing. Connor knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help it. He tried as hard as he possibly could, but wasn't and still isn't strong enough. Why does God torture me? If he thinks that homosexuality is bad, then why would he make me this way? Am I just a joke, a mistake? More tears streamed down his.
"Please Steve. I don't want to-"
"You don't want to what? Be here? You made that pretty clear already!"
"No, I-"
"Oh, don't worry Connor, I get it. You wanna go so badly? Fine! Door's right there. Try not to hit your ass on the way out." Connor couldn't form words. He kept stumbling on sounds, but nothing came out. It felt as if a lump grew in the center of his throat. His stomach felt sick and chest gained a great amount of weight.
"Steve, I-" Connor started, voice cracking due to sudden dryness.
"Just…Go…"
"But-"
"Now!" Steve commanded in a harsh voice. McKinley did as he was told, trying to help the situation. Once he heard the click of the lock, he broke down. Tears were violently falling from his eyes. He could feel his throat swelling up and choked on every breathe he took. McKinley squatted down and put his head in his hands. He sobbed for what felt like was entirety, but in reality it was only 10 minutes. Wreaked and broken, Connor inhaled and stood up. Sitting and pouting isn't going to get the job done. You'll feel better once you finish your responsibility. Then you can go home, and take a shower and forget this ever happened. With his new moral in mind, Connor wiped the remaining tears from his face and walked up the first flight of stairs.
Errrrrrr
"Hello." Elder McKinley greeted with a see-through smile.
UCF2580 says...
Hey everybody/anybody who is reading this. Finally finished. Yay! :D
Not sure if this was the strongest ending this could have gotten, but it was the best I could think of. A big wave of angst and sorrow to brighten McKinley's day :D
I'm also not sure if the beginning of this chapter is T or M. The last thing I want to do is get in trouble so please tell me if you think I should change it to M or not.