HIM

CHAPTER TWO:

HIM.

FREDERICK POINT OF VIEW:

My name is Frederick, Frederick Albert.

I'm the only Son of My Father. My very rich father owns one of the biggest technological companies in New York.

 Mr. Albert, a very jovial fellow who wants nothing but the best for me, his only son, the best like wanting me to end up with the daughter of his closest business associate, Mr. Oxlade and all was in a bid to enhance and promote the family legacy.

But I had a boyfriend. I was dating Mike. He has been my lover since high school.

Well, I wasn't straight, I was bisexual because I had a girlfriend also, our relationship wasn't defined as  we were just friends with benefits.

Zoe has been seen with Mike, my boyfriend. Zoe was the black beautiful lady in my office that once acted as my secretary, my office personal assistance when Mike had visited me unannounced and the acting was done to save my relationship.

Mike was a Jealous lover Who always did everything humanly possible and within   his reach to keep me all to himself.

 Yes I'm gay and my parents had nothing against it because none of them knew. my mother most especially who is late. May her soul rest in peace. She was the closest to me.

She would always tell me "Son you are a grown up and I believe you know what's good for you. Whatever you do that you find peace in please do it wherever you go and  you get your peace of mind please stay there because the world is toxic enough already and  you don't want to add to it".

Countless times they have asked me to bring in my girlfriend for them to see and I've been dodging such a topic.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was the day my father came home and announced that I was getting married to Jennifer, Jennifer the daughter of Mr. Oxlade and I knew, I  had  absolutely nothing to do, his decision was always final

I've always known Jennifer all my life, at least we had grown up together as family friends. Then she was the shy, naive and timid girl in high school.

The one that wouldn't go for parties except when duly persuaded.

The type that stays all alone in the school canteen during the break time, her earphones plugged into her ears as she stares at people coming in and going out of the canteen and admiring those in pairs, the boy and girl couples whose hands are clasped together. 

Despite knowing Jennifer from home, I wasn't much of her friend, I was always seen with Mike. Mike, my handsome black boyfriend.

I had met Mike online prior to my admission into Watford high school. Our relationship had blossomed over the years and I wasn't ready to lose him and he equally wasn't ready to lose me either. I was bisexual and I had hid it from him. 

I had met Zoe during one night at the club house, I had a grade examination the next day and had to relieve myself of the stress of reading that previous night.

She was all alone at her table, sipping from her glass which was just in front of her. I had timed her so perfectly well and went to meet her just when the waiter had offered her another bottle of the red wine, well I suspected it to be a red wine anyway.

"Do you come here more often?" I had asked, the moment I went over to her, smiling.

"No, why?" her voice was so audible, she had to strain her ears to catch a glimpse of what I  was saying too. The hip hop song blaring from the loudspeakers was enough to deafen anyone's ear.

I could see her blonde face, the red and blue dim club light made some figures appear silhouette but I was able to know what the face of my new stranger who would turn a friend in a few minutes looked like.

 We started dancing a few minutes later. I was the one who had approached her and requested for a dance which she had reluctantly obliged.

"Nothing really" I muttered, leaning close to her and our bodies getting to feel each other's skin. 'I'm Fredrick  by the way, but I love being addressed as Fred and I came here to relax in preparation for my grade examination"

She sighed deeply, looking into my eyes, her eyes locked into mine. 

This time we were already rubbing our bodies against each other, moving slowly to the slow rhythm that was being played out.

"Call me Zoe, Zoe Napoleon okay?" I nodded, she was already tipsy, I was feeling  intoxicated too, I had been consuming a whole lot of alcoholic content that night, all in a bid to distract my mind from the present reality. 

"I'm here because this is the only avenue to run away from my ex, such a toxic being he was"  she muttered, I didn't say anything, just kept my gaze into her eyes.

I felt a hand rubbing on my chest, it was her's. I was inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"I want to feel you inside of me, feel the whole of you inside of me, please?" her timbre was low this time, my loins got stiffened. I knew it wasn't her speaking, it was under the influence of alcohol.

I lowered my face and planted a kiss on her lips, her lips had the taste of a cherry mixed with alcohol, it was so soft. She had reciprocated the mouth exercise. "Let's get a place?" she nodded in affirmative, her breath was intense.

I held her by the hand and we made for a secluded part of the club, a dark part behind the restroom that we were sure nobody was going to see us, even if a footstep was approaching, we'd hear it from our end.

We started off kissing again, this time slowly and passionately. I guided her hands to my already erected manhood. She got the message and she knelt in front of me, loosening my belt, my trousers fell loosely from my waist.

 Then she brought out the bulge, stroked it for a few minutes. Then poured out a mouthful of saliva on it, I was groaning lustfully.

She took them into her mouth, the tip first, taking her time to worship it, then the whole length went into her mouth. She sucked it like someone who's life depended on it.

Her eyes heavily shut and her jaws gagging, I had grabbed her hair with my palm and was caressing the honey colored hair. Minutes later, she had opened her eyes and from where she knelt she was staring up into mine, my legs were shaking. I was shivering from the mouth pleasure I was getting from her, then gradually like an expert, her right hand went under my dick, to the testicles, it sent cold shivers down my spine, then her mouth followed, taking the two balls and lubricating it with her saliva. It felt good! It felt very good!

She was moaning, her left hand was in her panties, she had been fingering herself all these while she was giving me the cunnigulus work.

Her stroking became rapid as she increased the pace by which she was sucking my dick. I was shaking so well, I couldn't take control. I felt my release, it came out sharply, all to her mouth.

She stood up, feeling irritated and made for the sink for a wash,  "I had enjoyed it'' I grinned sheepishly. That was the best blow job I had ever received in all my 25 years of existence. Mike was awful with his mouth, very awful that the first time he went on his knees and took my length into his mouth, I had writhed in pain. Not some sort of painful pleasure but real pain as I felt the terrible sensation his teeth was having on my dick. 

The second time, I had to angrily scorn him for using his teeth, he apologized, went to a self imposed blowjob tutorial by watching a lot of adult movies and today he was better, better than he ever was but not compared to Zoe.

"How do you feel?"  I crossed my hand across her waist, she was done washing her mouth in the zinc. She nodded sharply, removing my hand from her waist and headed back to the noisy part of the club. I followed her to her table.

We ended the night in my apartment, I only sucked her clitoris, I didn't do anything else. My loins were too flaccid to do anything with her.

She became my lover in the aftermath.