Wow!
I'm so sorry I haven't updated. I've had some stuff going on 😓. Hope you can forgive meh!!💚

My heart was racing, this is truly a first for me. I don't think I've ever been able to feel my heart beat like that. It was like I was watching my entire chest seizing.

But soon it settled a bit once I realized it was my dad.

"Wh-what are you doing here, you scared me."

"Sorry, I came to get warrior, we have a patrol practice today. What are you doing home anyway?" My dad said in a sarcastic and confused voice, well more like "tell me, but I don't want to know" voice. He snapping his fingers, sending warrior flying at his feet.

"Uh- I didn't feel.... Good." I choked out, averting eye contact.

"Don't you need a parent to sign you out.... Wait, don't tell me. Don't tell your mother and don't be a delinquent. I'll be home at 7. Come on Warrior. " With that my dad turned around and left, warrior at his side.

It's normal for my dad to be more cool with things, but I'm positive if he found out I just sucked some guy's dick, and that I enjoyed it, he'd be 126% pissed.

I let out a shaky breath as the front door shut. That could have been worst.

After that little encounter I had seamlessly lost my appetite. Regaining my composure I picked up my bowl and placed it in the sink.

I walk through the living room and was just at the top of the stairs when I heard a knock on the door.

I walked down the stairs slowly, and peeked through the bottom glass of our tempered and stained door window.

And guess who it was.
That's right, you guessed it.
But if you didn't, it's definitely who you thought it was the first time.
Camden.

Dammit. Even though i don't want to see him. SON OF A BITCH HES HOT. Damn that model body.

I clinched my teeth and lip-synch "OH SHIT".

Trying to be as quiet as possible I tiptoed back up the stairs, but just as I reach the top, again.

Something caught my eye on the door, the deadbolt, was being extremely useless, seeing as how it wasn't locked.

My face cringed in disgust and worry.

Not being able to do anything about it now, I simply tiptoed back to my room.

Right as I was about to open the door, I remembered that would probably be the first place he'd look, if he did decide to come inside.

So instead, I went to the extra room across from mine. Like I said no one else lives upstairs, so we use the other room as a storage room... Plenty of stuff to hide behind.

Plus when I was younger I used to make forts in there, and seeing as how no one's been in that room for a long time, they were still there.

Gently I got down on my hands and knees and crawled into a tiny hole made by the backside of a dresser, a folded up stroller, and over top a slightly dusty quilt that hung over the entrance.

I was definitely smaller when I built these, the sharp turns of the tunnels were about backbreaking.

Finally I reach the back corner, when I heard the door open.

I put my hand over my mouth and attempted to make sure they wouldn't start breathing loudly, or make any idiotic noises that would give away my position.

"Hero, I know you're here. I saw your dad on his way out." I heard a muffled voice say for my position, he still downstairs.

Though he was taller than me, and quite a bit more muscled, I could hear only lite, soft footsteps from downstairs.

"I'm not mad at you. If anyone I'm at myself..." he pause. By the sound of it he was near the back door.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't of kept for me and Tashone made a deal about from you. But you don't know my side of the story." Lite footsteps started again.

"I know I should've told you right when we made the deal, Hero." His voice sounded like it came from the bottom of the stairs.

"But..." he paused again, his voice sounded a bit pained.

"It's too hard, you don't understand what's going on. It's not like you could either, this isn't the kind of thing that you could figure out on your own..." I could hear mixed emotions coming from his voice, but now he had to be at the top of the stairs.

" I know you're hiding from me. I'm not sure if you're mad at me, but I am sorry...." I heard a slight muffle on the floor, like he had sat down.

"I'm not gonna try to find you, nor do you have to come out. But I'm sure you're up here.... This is probably easier for me to tell you if I can't see your face anyway..." He chuckled slightly at the last word.

"This is gonna be long and boring, but we have all day I guess! OK I guess I should start from the beginning, huh...
When I was three, my mother tried to sell me. I don't blame her... She was in a bad place. But when she did, child protective services found out, and they put me in a foster home.

They were truly some of the nicest people I've ever known, but when I turned nine... They wanted to have their own son, so they sent me to someone else. The next pair, they weren't so nice.

I wasn't necessarily the nicest little kid, like any... But I never meant it cause anyone any trouble, everything I ever did was in the name of fun, hehe. Still is!

But they didn't really see it that way. In the bottom of their house they had a basement, when I was bad that's where I got to spend the night, there were two other kids there with me though, they were three years older than me. So they knew not to act on impulse.

Kassie was the girl, and Mason was the boy. Though they were normally good kids, sometimes Mason would get into trouble. I was in that house for four years.

But when I was 12, and once year shy of leaving, me and Mason both got in trouble on the same day, which wasn't necessarily the most uncommon thing in the world. But that night, we had to spend it in the basement.

I always had a little bit of a crush on Mason, but I never said anything because, ya know,  that's weird, haha.

That night was a little bit different than all the other ones we had ever spent together down there.

Mason told me come sit beside him, The basement was dark, and creepy, so I definitely did, without hesitation.

I sat there knees to my chest, shaking from the cold temperatures, when Mason took my hand.

I looked up at him and tried to make a smirk, but it probably came out as a pained shiver, haha.

Anyway, after a few minutes of him just holding my hand, he asked me if I was cold... There were two blankets down there, so he put them around us.

After a few moments, he took the hand he was holding and slowly moved it in between his legs.

I gulped and didn't look up at him. I simply kept my eyes on the floor. I know what he wanted, but that. It seem like too much.

But he insisted, slowly pulling down his pants and using my hand to rub his hard dick. His slightly gasps and moans filled the room, making me hard too.

Thinking back now, I'm pretty grossed out by all of it, especially his fuck kinks. Chocking me. Hitting me. Blood in general. I'll spare you a few of the details, but we ended up in a 69 positions most of the time.

Days later we both got in trouble again and ended up rubbing our dicks together till we came. God. Thinking back now I can believe I was such a dumb bitch.

These little episodes went on for months, normally once a week, till the day Mason was sent to another house, because on bruises on my arm, and that left me and Kassie.

She was a really nice girl, always had good grades, never got into trouble, and to top it all off she was really pretty.

I never really had much of an interest in her though, that was my first clue. Haha

But the year I turned 13, was the year that we started to have to share a room.  She may have been a goody two shoes, but being a 16 year old girl.... She had her needs.

She'd masturbate in the middle of the night, then after a few weeks she'd crawl into my bed when she was done, to jerk me off. Bla. Even now I cringe at the thought.

2 months before we both left that house, our foster parents went out for the night.

That's when she made her move. She said that she didn't care if I was gay, she wanted to have sex.

Mind you I was a virgin too. Haha. Hard to believe, but it's true! Me and Mason never went that far. Thank God.

So me and Kassie ended up doing it, more than once. Till the day I left that house.

Sometimes our foster mom would hear, I was disgusted by the plain fact I was forced to fuck a girl, but that lady beating the hell out of me afterwards really topped it all off. There's still light colored stops on my back from her belt.

Oh- and I'm definitely not straight, or bi. I'm gay.
Anyway, by telling you all this, it leaves a gap, from when I was 13 till now.

Well, all that time I've been in a group home, till just this year. When I saved up enough money to move out and get an apartment, supervised of course. Ew...........
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The way this all connects is with this deal we made." His voice through out all this was more sarcastic and monotone, but now I heard pain in it.

"I know it's bullshit, but I don't want you to get into trouble." I clenched my teeth at his words.

"The deal is... Everything I want to do to you.... I have to do to her....... With you..watching."

My blood ran almost cold. But still. It doesn't hurt me any, why am I so hurt by this.

"I can't... lie anymore. I love you. I can't tell you why, because I don't know. But I do, you may not feel the same way. But I want to change that.

Every time I've ever done something with someone, it was to please them, yeah, maybe I enjoyed it on the side, but that's not the point.

This is gonna sound cheesy and girly as hell, but fuck it. The only time I truly enjoyed myself, and not just below the belt, haha. I was with you.

I've always tried to hold the whole world on my shoulders, keep everything inside, it's weird to talk about my problems. I don't want to burden someone....

But. It's to much. Every time I think about what I have to do. It just hurts. Like being stabbed with a blunt fucking knife.

Not only is it the single most embarrassing thing ever that I have to let you watch my fantasies. But I have to do it with a girl... Ugh.... Hhhhhhh... It brings back memories I've been trying to forget."
My chest tightened at the thought of those memories hurting him.

"Ok, that's my life story in a bottle. I'm the son of a prostitute, who was through around foster homes, was my foster brother and sisters bitch, has PTSD about having sex with girls, and has the dirtiest fuck mind ever. Basically I'm fucked up one side and down the other. Oh! And I bullied you because I loved seeing you flustered. Again. Still do. I'll still bully you a bit too!"

-Physical contact. I want to hug him. I've never really had a hard life, but I feel like his pain is bleeding over to me. Like I'm experiencing it.

One part of me said hide, the other part said move. After a few seconds I heard a russle and steps on the stairs.

"That's all. Thanks for listening, well I guess I kinda forced you. But thank you anyway. You don't have to talk too me anymore. In fact that might be easier for the both of us..... I guess we'll see. See ya later, Shorty. "

My chest tightened and a lump grew in my throat. I don't love him. It's one sided. I don't have to talk to him anymore. I can go back to my normal life. I'm happy. I'm happy................I'm lying..... This hurts. I think, I might not hate him as much as I thought...... He helped me get through my stutter and quite a few other things. I want him.

Ok! So this is my long chapter YAYYYY! Sorry it's like 95% of Camden talking. But that part of the story means a lot to me, I wanted every detail to be exact. Any way. I'm super sorry this took forever.