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whatiwouldgive · 3 years

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Sadistic Sabbatical - Part 2

-This is a purely fictional story dedicated to Alphadom_Master-

As I started to open my eyes, I could hear a door unlocking. And I smelled feet. Where was I? The first thing I saw was a dirty sneaker in front of my face. That would explain the smell… but what? Oh shit. The Sun was rising on my new reality… and I was confronted with an immediate overwhelming sense of dread. Those sneakers should be clean by now. It was my fag chore, and I failed. Apparently, I fell asleep after only cleaning 3 pairs of his shoes with my tongue. Fuck! I knew I was in for a world of pain. I gathered up the shoes I had finished cleaning and raced to meet him at the door.

When my Master entered the apartment, I knew I would be punished, but I still felt blessed with his Godly presence. I was determined to take my inevitable punishment in stride, and then worship him properly to prove my worth. He entered the room, and the rest of the world disappeared. The mere sight of him demanded my full attention. He was superior to me in every way, and I felt lucky to receive any attention he would give me (no matter how painful). Apparently one night’s sleep had cemented everything he told me yesterday. I was a hole, I was a urinal, I was a bootlicker, I was a cumdump, I was just an object now, all because of him. He totally exploited my submissive nature - took me to places I had only fantasized about before and showed me my place at his feet. I no longer wanted to escape from this place.

“Thank you Sir for letting me lick your shoes clean.” I dropped to my knees and carefully laid out his shoes on the floor before him for inspection. “Here are the first of them. Notice I even carefully loosed and arranged the laces to prepare them for your feet Sir.” He didn’t even bother to look at them. He just glanced at my mattress still covered with dirty shoes, and let out a sigh of disappointment. “Sir, I am so sorry. I fell asleep. I had traveled all day and then… well you know. It was just a regrettable accident. I promise I will have the rest clean for you as soon as possible. I promise it won’t happen again Sir.”

After a moment of silence, “Do you deserved to be punished for this disappointment, hole?”

I dropped my head. “If I disappoint you Master, I deserve to be punished Sir.” I started to open my mouth to beg him for leniency, but I gave up. I knew better than to expect any leniency from my Master.

He calmly walked over to a cabinet and opened it. I could tell he was carefully considering my punishment. He picked out a couple items and turned to me. “Bend over the arm of the couch you worthless fag.” I immediately obeyed. I presented my naked, sore battered ass in the air with my chest on the seat of the couch as soon as I could. Apparently the first tool he had chosen was and ankle spreader. A metal bar with metal manacles locked my legs open as far as they would go. The second tool he choose was a leather whip. He made sure I got a good look at it. He grabbed a dirty sock that was stuffed in one of the dirty sneakers laying on my mattress and shoved it in my mouth. “This will help to muffle your screams.”

He placed his foot between my shoulder blades, and applied his weight. Tears were already falling from my eyes as I gripped the couch cushions. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but I knew it would be painful. “I’m very disappointed in you, hole. This is going to hurt you way more than it hurts me.” And then he flung his whip and made contact with my ass hole… I mean pussy. He had called my ass a pussy yesterday, but It was clear he knew where the “sweet spot” was. I screamed into his dirty sock and started to shake, but his foot held me in place. The second strike managed to hit my balls and my pussy at the same time. I was screaming and thrashing as hard as I could, but he simply applied more weight to my back preventing any hope for escape. He whipped my pussy again, and again. I had never experience pain like that before. When he finished, he carefully put his tools back in their places, but I didn’t dare break position. I just pushed my face into the couch and tried to hide how hard I was crying. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. “Don’t ever hide your tears from me hole. Those tears are mine to enjoy.” He removed the sock, and I started sobbing. “I’m so sorry Master.” I got on my knees and hugged him around his waist. I continued to cry loudly pushing myself further into his waist as I continued to sob, “I’m so, so sorry Master. Please forgive me.”

He put his hand on my head, rubbed his fingers through my hair, and patiently waited for me to finish crying. “I forgive you hole. You just haven’t truly learned you place yet. As your alpha Master, I recognize you are trying, but you need more training. You are lucky I am so patient.” I looked pathetically up into his cold eyes and said, “Thank you Sir.”

“I came to feed you.” He pulled away and grabbed a couple bananas he brought with him off the counter. He dropped them onto the floor, hocked a loogie on them and smashed them under his shoes. He made mushy mess of them, and wasn’t shy about getting the mess on the trainers he was wearing. He slid off his dirty trainers, backed away from the mess and said, “breakfast is served, hole.” I was starving, so I raced over and hungerly started lapping up the mess from the floor and his shoes. “Thank you Sir.”

He looked down at me and told me to eat up and get back to work on my fag chores. There was a game on later, and he would be back to use me. “Let me give you something to wash that down with fag.” He picked up a large glass and filled it with warm alpha piss. “Enjoy.” He set the glass on the floor beside me. “Thank you Sir.” I chugged his piss. “Good boy. I will make a worthy hole of you yet.”

I had just finished licking the rest of his shoes clean when he returned. I greeted him at the door on my knees. “How may I serve you Master?” He kicked me in the gut several times and said, “Face down, pussy up faggot.” I groaned in pain and assumed the position. He shoved a finger in me sending pain shooting through my entire body. “How’s that pussy doing?” A second figure entered me. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming this time. “You’re pussy’s on fire fag. Still hot from that beating I gave you I see.” He pulled out.

“How would you like to service my cock, you pathetic slutty hole?” I scrambled to assume the position on my knees in front of him. “Yes Sir. God I want it bad Sir. Please Master. I’m so horny since you took my penis away. Please. I’m begging you Master. Please allow me to service your alpha cock. I need it Sir. I need it so bad. I’m desperate to suck your cock. Please Master, Please!” My little metal clit was leaking like crazy. He pulled his shorts down just enough to reveal the bulge in his underwear. “Take a whiff of a superior man’s cock.” Like a pervert, I put my nose in his crotch and inhaled deeply. The smell was pure masculine heaven. I couldn’t get enough.

“I haven’t showered, hole. You like sweaty, unwashed cock?”

“Yes Sir. It smells so good. I want to lick your cock and balls clean Sir. I want to taste it so bad. Please let me taste it Master.”

“Think about that fag while I take you for a little walk.” He threw some clothes on the ground. “But Sir, your cock?” I got a back-handed slap for that outburst. “Get dressed now!” I obeyed. The shorts he gave me were tight and clearly showed off my cage. A wet spot started to form from my leaking clit. Did he really expect me to go in public like this? “Don’t worry fag. We’re not going far.” He handed me my wallet. Once I was dressed and standing, he put his hand on the back of my neck and lead me out the door.

I kept my head down and walked close to him just behind his left shoulder. He was right. We didn’t go far. I followed him to an ATM just down the block from his building. “Are you still thinking about my cock faggot?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Pull up your bank balance.” I obeyed. He looked at the screen. “Are you kidding me fag? You only have 500 dollars in your account?” I didn’t need to say anything. It was all there in front of him. “I want it all fag. Withdraw it all for me.” I obeyed. I handed him the entire contents of my bank account in cash. A slight smirk appeared on his face. He put his hand on the back of my neck like he was some sort of father figure. “The lesson you just learned is that whatever is yours is actually mine fag. When you drink another man’s piss and beg to suck his dick, that man owns you. Do you understand that you are my property now? Do you understand that I am going to take everything from you so that all you have left is me? You’re whole life is going to become so much more simple from now on. All you have to worry about is bringing me pleasure. You were begging to please me right? Well now, it’s your life’s purpose. It’s what you were begging for, and you got it fag. You should be so proud of yourself.”

I was so focused on what he was saying, I didn’t even remember the walk back to the apartment. Before I knew it I was naked again and on my knees in front of him again. Nothing seemed real. It was like I was in a trance. He had mind-fucked me so hard I was delirious.

“Hey! Faggot! Go get me a beer. Now!” I suddenly snapped back to this twisted reality. He was sitting on the couch watching a football match on the television. “Yes Sir.” I fetched him a beer a knelt down in front of him again waiting for my next command. He started to rub his crotch “Damn I’m feeling horny. OK faggot, it’s your lucky day. Sometimes I get this way after draining a cashfag.” He pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles and spread his knees apart to reveal the thing I wanted more than anything in the world – his amazing alpha cock! “Get between my legs now fag.” He put both his feet on the coffee table but kept his knees far enough apart for me to crawl under and get between them. When he dropped his feet back to the floor with his pants and underwear still around his ankles, I was trapped in place facing his cock.

“OK, fag time for your next lesson.” He gripped his hard cock with his hand. “You are the only fag here. So, you will keep your hands behind your back. You will quietly sit there and watch. I know all your slutty little cumdump instincts will be telling you to lean in and start sucking my dick, but unfortunately for you, I’m straight. I don’t need a fag to suck my dick. I’m just teaching you a lesson right now.” He was slowly stroking his perfect cock. I didn’t dare say a word. When his hand was at the base, he is would squeeze it. And then he pull on it as he stroked upward… again gripping a little tighter just below the head of that amazing dick until it was fully engorged and hard as a rock. And, it was just inches in front of my face. With my pathetic little sub penis locked away, all I could do was watch and try to imagine the pleasure of having a real cock like my Master’s.

“Oh yeah, this feels so good fag.” He wasn’t even looking at me. He spit into his hand and used it a lube. “Soak it all in homo. This is what a real man’s cock looks like. I know you can smell it from there, so take a whiff and watch a real man enjoy himself.” I was almost in tears as precum dripped from my worthless little clit. He began to stroke faster, and continued to relentlessly taunt me. Why wouldn’t he let me suck it? This was just pure, sadistic cruelty. He wouldn’t be the first straight man to use a fag for a blow job. I was right there and more than willing. As he got closer and closer to climax, I strained my neck to get closer hoping that he might chose to cum on my face or in my mouth. “So sad you can’t feel how amazing this feels faggot. Damn, it feels so good. I just love jerking off after draining subs like you. Too bad you don’t have a penis anymore.” And then he finally came, but not on me though. Instead, he cupped his hand around the head of his cock as he climaxed, collecting as much jizz in his hand as he could. “Oh fuck yeah. That feels so… uh… yeah… uh.. oh yes! Oh fag, I bet you wish you could feel what I’m feeling right now.”

I watched pathetically as he started to relax from his high. I was leaking so much there was a puddle on the floor. He just laid back and took a few deep breaths before addressing me. “Ok you slutty little fag. I’ve got a handful of jizz now. Do you want it?”

“Please let me have it Master. I’m your hole, you turned me into a cumdump. Please let me swallow your jizz Sir. I’ll do anything to eat your load Master.”

He looked down at me with an evil look in his eyes. “Who said anything about eating it? I would much rather see you snort it up your fag nose where it will burn and linger so that you can enjoy it longer.” I looked down at the sea of cum in his hand. “What the fuck are you waiting for faggot?” Fuck me! Every time I thought I couldn’t sink any lower, this man proved me wrong. I thought all my dignity had been stripped already but, again, I was wrong. So, I pressed one nostril and began to snort his jizz like I was a crack addict. I alternated nostrils until I had snorted as much as I possibly could. And when I was done, he wiped his hand clean on my face and in my hair. All I could smell was his jizz, and I quickly started to taste it as it dripped down the back of my throat. I kept sniffling to keep it from dripping out of my nose. My eyes were watering as I choked, and the jizz I had just ingested filled my mouth so I got another good taste of it before swallowing back down again. As painful and humiliating as it was, I couldn’t deny that I actually enjoyed the smell and taste of his cum.

And, thankfully, I had finally pleased him. He was chuckling as he pulled his pants up and told me to get him another beer. I would spend the rest of the night on hands and knees as his footrest, only getting up if ordered to get him anther beer. He didn’t even piss in my mouth hole, because he didn’t want to wash away the smell or taste of his jizz from my palate.

-To be continued. Very excited to reveal that part 3 will be a special chapter focused on the question: “What would AlphaDom_Master do with two naked subs begging for his attention at the same time?”-

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ace-jug · 4 years

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Richie and The Rabbit Hole (4)

Summary: When everyone goes back to their lives after Pennywise, Richie doesn't. He stays in Derry and finds a portal that leads back to 1989, only a few months after the loser club "defeated" Pennywise the first time.Using the help of the younger losers, adult Richie goes back in time to fix all the wrong that Pennywise caused when he came back the second time.

Rated: M

Relationship: Eddie/Richie

Current Word Count: 23,000+

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Chapter 4: What happened those next few years

Homecoming 1989:

Beverly held Ben’s hand tightly in hers as they danced, Ben spun Beverly around as they smiled at each other, and Beverly pecked Ben’s lips. He smiled brightly at her, it felt like a dream, like it wasn’t real, and Ben really wished this wasn’t Beverly’s last dance in Derry.

He didn’t think about that though, he lived in the moment, and continued to smile at his girlfriend.

Richie watched the couple in envy, as him and Eddie stayed on the sidelines drinking punch. Well, Richie was drinking the punch and Eddie refused, worried that someone had spiked it.

No one had, but even so, Richie couldn’t care less either way.

He really wished he could dance, but it made him nervous, and they did for a little while, but after a slow song came on, they hadn’t gone back out. Which was fine. Eddie didn’t really like dancing too close to the front, because it made him anxious, and all of his friends had dates except them, so it kind of felt like him and Eddie were constantly being the third and fourth wheel.

Eventually, they decided to sit on a bench towards the back, looking at the rest of the losers as they danced with their dates. They talked for awhile, about everything and nothing. Joking around and talking about Thundercats, but once the DJ said they had one last song and it was a slow song, both him and Eddie had gone eerily silent.

He was jealous, watching his friends look at their dates, and Richie wished he could too. He wish he had a date, mostly he wished his date was Eddie, but that could never happen. It's 1989 and any gay man or woman was a dead one. It wasn't like Eddie was anything but straight anyways.

Richie liked girls too. He thought they were pretty, wouldn't mind kissing one either, he just doesn't crush on girls much and if he does, they don't last long or are very strong.

Not since he started developing a crush for his best friend. Man, he hated his life. It would be so easy if Eddie was a girl or even just not around so that he could crush on girls freely without coming back to his main crush.

He sighed, letting the silence brew longer, as he continued to stare at his friends.

It was almost like Eddie could tell Richie was tense. To be fair, that's not hard, if Richie is silent that means something is wrong.

Because only a minute of thinking and watching his friends, Eddie had reached his hand out, brushing his fingertips on the top of Richie's hand resting on the bench, as if he was testing the waters, before fully resting his hand on top of Richie's.

Richie looked over at Eddie confusingly, but he didn't say anything. He just stared at their friends too. His cheeks were red, probably due to the cold fall air leaking in. They were close to the doors and their suits didn't do much to keep them warm.

Eddie was grinning and Richie decided it was best not to say anything. He barely moved. He couldn't really breathe. He didn't understand why Eddie would do something like this. Sure, it was comforting, but it was also just kinda.....gay and if anyone saw, oh boy would they be so fucked.

But Eddie didn't move. He didn't even seem concerned when the song ended. So, Richie didn't move either. Future Richie reminding him not to be scared and to not repress, he wasn't going to let something so small phases him.

So, he left his hand there, waiting for Eddie to move and he didn't, not even when their friends came over.

"Hey guys, ready to go back to Bill's?" Beverly asks them, holding Ben's hand, and Richie can see Ben stare at their hands. Notices Bev look for a second, before looking at them, not saying a word. None of them say anything, but they all notice, and it makes Richie feel like he's about to hyperventilate.

He still doesn't move his hand.

"I um kinda have to get home. My mom will kill me if I stay too late. I practically had to beg her to let me go without her picking me up at 8," Eddie says, sighing, disappointed.

"The dance started at 7," Mike said and Eddie nodded.

"You know how my mom is. Sorry guys, I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"See ya," Bill says with a wave and the rest of the losers follow.

"You coming Richie?" Mike asks and oh, right . They were all supposed to hang out post-dance and Eddie wasn't going.

Eddie wasn't going and he likely was going to walk home, so Richie won't go. He couldn't leave Eddie hanging.

"Nah, I'm a little tired. I think I'll go home."

Mike raises an eyebrow at him. Richie never says no to hanging out, especially to a reason of being "tired", but Mike lets it be, waving and catching up with his date.

Neither of the boys say anything to each other, even when the other losers are gone. It's almost as if they're scared that if they say anything to each other that they'll have to acknowledge what they're doing.

It's stupid. They are barely touching and both their hands are sweaty, but it means the world to both of them, even if neither of them will admit it.

Once the gym is practically empty and people start cleaning up, Eddie gets up and instead of letting his hand leave Richie's, he's pulling Richie up and intertwines their fingers together.

Richie can't breathe and he can't talk. He's lost for words and Eddie's face is red all over.

Richie had no idea that the cold was affecting him so badly. I mean, it’s fall, but Eddie looks like it’s below zero. He’s shaking and Richie is sure it’s because it’s cold, but Eddie’s hand is warm and sweaty, probably due to Richie’s own hand. That may even be the reason why Eddie’s still clutching on to his hand.

He wants to ask Eddie if he's okay, but he's still afraid that Eddie might drop his hand if he does anything.

He just stared, watching Eddie look at the ground for a few moments, before looking up at Richie, barely able to look at him.

"Let's go, yeah?" Eddie asks and he sounds nervous for whatever reason. Richie isn't sure why.

"Uh... yeah," he says, hesitation in his voice.

Eddie squeezes his hand and they walk out into the cold fall air, standing close, as their arms sway back and forth.

They eventually get to talking and they don't talk about their hands. It takes awhile, but soon, they talk like both of them had forgotten. Eddie spitfire talks and jumps a bit when he does, making Richie giggle, because of how cute it is. Richie even brings his left hand to poke Eddie in the rib, making him yelp. Somehow the hands get tighter and they get closer, but then, they reach Eddie's house.

Eddie frowns and sighs, but he let's their hands go and Richie is disappointed for a half second. That is, until half a second later, Eddie is hugging him, face nuzzling Richie's neck and Richie is sure he's never had a hug as intimate as this one. It makes his stomach grow with butterflies and his heart flips.

For once Richie is silent and Eddie expects him to say something. To laugh it off, but he doesn't, he just hugs back, and it's weird. Really weird, but it's nice, and when Richie let's go, he regrets not kissing him.

Eddie waits a moment, as if he's expecting it, doe like brown eyes looking at Richie's like he wants something, but nothing comes, and Eddie finds himself letting go of him, waving to Richie, walking into his front door.

He smiles and even though Richie didn't get everything he wanted, it was enough. It was more than enough, for now at least.

It was a start into something that neither boy got to experience the first go through.

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FALL 1989:

Beverly still moves that fall, but she remembers, and that's the most important part. She promises to write and call. She does. She calls Richie and Ben the most. It becomes almost a daily occurrence. Whenever Richie or her can't call the other, they'll let the other know beforehand. It becomes routine and Richie misses her. Maybe not as much as Ben, but Beverly is one of his best friends. She means everything to him and even though he never sees her, most of the time it's like she never left at all.

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Richie stops going to the arcade after that summer. Even though he knows that Henry is gone, the thought of seeing that boy or even anyone who witnessed what happened last time, shakes him to the core.

They still call him a faggot at school, but it could be worse, and the arcade was his time to have fun, not be humiliated and paranoid, so he doesn’t go.

Eddie notices.

"Why don't you go to the arcade anymore?" Eddie asks one fall afternoon.

It's Saturday and it's only the two. Currently they're sitting in Eddie's room with the door propped open. Eddie is working on homework, while Richie lazily lays on his bed, throwing a ball into the air and sighing every 30 seconds due to boredom.

"I don't know. I think the real question here is why are you doing homework on a Saturday when we could literally be doing anything else?”

“Unlike you, I’m not a brainyach. I have to try in school to do good and don’t change the subject,” Eddie says, writing on his paper, continuing his homework.

“I told you, I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been busy," Richie says, very unconvincingly.

“Pfft, yeah okay. You don’t go from going to the arcade everyday to never going at all. Besides, what about Wednesday, when we were all busy. What’d you do then?” Eddie asked, continuing to look at his paper, almost finished with his assignment.

Richie knows exactly what he did on Wednesday, he sat at home bored, barely doing anything at all. He actually can’t remember a day he was ever that bored, but he couldn’t let Eddie know that.

“I fucked your mom, duh.”

“That’s not funny, I’m being serious Rich,” Eddie says, turning around in his chair to look at Richie.

“Why don’t you go anymore? It was your favorite place. Did something happen?” Eddie continues, worried about his friend.

“Why would you think that? Like I told you. I DON’T KNOW. I just haven’t went.”

“That’s bullshit and you know that. You can tell me, ya know. You’re my best friend.”

“Holy shit!” Richie exclaims and Eddie looks back at him confusingly. “What?”

“I’m your best friend,” Richie says, smiling wide, and Eddie rolls his eyes, then scoots his chair a little closer to Richie to hit him in the shoulder.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much. Just, I guess you don’t have to tell me, you don’t have to, but like, I’m here for you,” Eddie says and Richie sighed.

He's scared to tell Eddie. He’s scared that if he says exactly what happened that Eddie will know his sexuality. That Eddie will question Richie until he realizes his embarrassing crush, ruining their friendship forever.

But that’s the thing. None of the losers reacted to Pennywise telling them he wasn’t straight. They didn’t care or they didn’t seem to care and Eddie already knew what Pennywise said. Didn’t even question it and that’s the only thing that gave him enough courage to tell him.

“Okay, fine, I was playing street fighter with this dude and when I suggested we play another game, he told me that I wasn’t his “fucking boyfriend” in front of everyone. Henry Bowers yelled at me, called me a faggot, and I don’t know, I guess I’m afraid of being bullied if I went back. It’s not like I have anyone to go with. I don’t have any friends there.”

Eddie stays silent for a second, not knowing what to say for a moment.

“I uh, I’m sorry. What if I went with you?”

Richie chuckled, shaking his head. “I thought you said video games were a waste of time.”

Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know, I haven’t got to play much. My mom always said they rot your brains, but I mean, I’m sure they're fun. You’ll just have to teach me.”

“Really? You’ll go to the arcade with me?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, but only if you stop with the your mom jokes.”

“But they aren’t jokes, Eddie, my love! They’re true facts.”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie rolls his eyes again, pretending to be upset, and giggling in failure.

“Just let me finish my paper and we can go. I have about 5 minutes tops.”

“That works out pretty well for me. I’ll just go bang your mom, considering your mom usually only lasts about 5 minutes anyways.”

“Shut up!”

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"This is going to be so much fun!" Richie yells, fist full of popcorn in his hands, he's chewing loudly, jumping with every step. "Halloween 5. The Revenge of Michael Myers. I wonder who the victim will be this time. Not your mom I hope, because otherwise I'll need to find a new fuck buddy and-" "Beep beep Richie," Bill says, taking some of Richie's popcorn and making his way to some seats in the back.

"I can't believe that all Bill had to do was wink at the ticket lady and we got in," Mike said. "To be fair, she didn't really seem to care about her job."

"I mean, I wouldn't either. For minimum wage, they'd be lucky if I stayed at my post. I don't understand why they don't just become a hooker like me and get paid to-"

"For being a virgin Richie, you really do talk a big game," Mike says and Richie gasps, putting a hand on his chest.

"Me!? A virgin!? How dare you!"

Stan rolls his eyes. "We're all virgins asshole."

“Yeah, I’ve never even had my first kiss,” Mike says. “There is nothing wrong with it. We’re only 13.”

“Whatever,” Richie says, taking another drink from his oversized and overpriced soda.

“I haven’t had my first kiss either,” Eddie says. “I think kissing is something special. Not something you do with everyone. That’s how you get mouth herpes. My mom told me about it.”

“Your mom told you about mouth herpes?” Richie asked and Eddie shrugged.

“Not really. She told me about it vaguely, but I knew what she was talking about. You guys talk way too much about STDs by the way.”

“I do not,” Richie says and in unison all the losers say “yes, you do.”

“Fine, maybe i do, but saying your mom has crabs is the best insult.”

“Yeah, saying my mom has an STD is so original Rich!” Eddie says and Richie laughs. “I only say it because it’s true!~” he teases and Eddie shoves him in the arm.

“Stop being an asshole Rich!”

“Fine, if I’m such an asshole, I’m not sharing my popcorn!” Richie exclaims and Eddie pouts. “Okay, that’s not fair!”

“Yes it is, you-” before Richie can finish his sentence, the lights dim and Stan hushes them. Richie sulks in his seat, whispering in his ear.

“You can have some popcorn, but only because I feel bad that I gave your mom herpes.”

Eddie shoves him again, but takes popcorn nonetheless and before he knows it, he’s entranced with the movie, or as much as he can be, with Eddie constantly grasping at him at any given “scary” moment. Bill is on Eddie’s right, but he doesn’t touch him, he only touches Richie, and it makes Richie’s chest warm.

Eddie grasps his arm, then his hand, and before he knows it, Richie feels Eddie’s hand in his hand and Eddie is putting his face in his shoulder, half looking at the movie, and half hiding. It’s funny, but it’s also incredibly cute.

Once the movie is over though, Eddie releases him and sighs. “You okay?” Richie asks and Eddie stares off in space for a few moments before nodding “yeah, I think ever since the clown, these movies just feel more real.”

Richie never thought about it that way, but he can understand. “It’s fine Eds. Just a movie, if anything, I’ll protect you from all the baddies,” he says, kneeling into Eddie and again, Eddie shoves him.

“If anything I’m the one protecting you.”

“Oh, I forgot, my darling prince Edward, he has come to save me from all the baddies~ I will never have to worry again!”

“You’re so mean,” Eddie says, smiling at him, and if Eddie holds his hand the next scary movie, Richie doesn’t complain, It becomes routine and maybe Eddie isn’t really all that scared, but Richie doesn’t need to know that.

Richie and Eddie don’t kiss that fall, but something is different about their relationship. The other loser’s notice, but don’t say anything, mainly because they aren’t exactly sure what it is. Eddie goes with him to the arcade a lot and turns out... Eddie's actually pretty good at street fighter. The guys still call him a faggot and they call Eddie his boyfriend sometimes. Eddie doesn't say anything about it, he doesn't even seem all that bothered by it, and neither does Richie. For the most part though, the arcade is fun and sometimes it makes Richie forget why he ever stopped.

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SUMMER 1991

"I'm moving," is the first thing that Richie says when he walks into the club house. All the other losers are already there and Richie's eyes are red and puffy. Everyone knows he's been crying. It's not like he did a good job of hiding it and that would also explain why his parents had to talk with him after school.

The rest of the losers stay silent for a moment, none of them know what to say, it felt like their world was falling apart. First Beverly, now Richie, then next, who knows? They didn't want Richie to leave, but they had to show Richie they cared, that everything was going to be okay. So after a few moments, Stanley gets up across the room to give Richie a hug, the rest following suit, except Eddie.

Eddie doesn't look at Richie or anyone, he stares at the ground, and he's unsure of what to do. He couldn't comprehend his emotions and he felt like he had gone empty, because his best friend, the person he confided in everything with, was going to be gone in less than a week.

Ben is the one who looks at Richie in sorrow, then back at Eddie, giving him his hand to pull him in the hug as well.

"When are you leaving?" Ben asks and Richie, voice shaking, and tears rolling down his face, says "5 days, we're moving to Texas."

"We're going to hang out with you everyday until then," Bill says. "We're going to get drunk and we-we we're gonna play your favorite games. It's gonna be the best week ever!"

"Thanks guys," Richie says, smiling through his tears and hugging his best friends. He was really going to miss them and he couldn’t ask the world for better friends.

.......

They do hang out every day after that, all the losers. They get drunk (or at least most of them do), they watch Richie’s favorite movies, they go to the arcade twice, and they swim. It’s the best 5 days Richie could ever ask for, but then, just like that, it’s all over and Richie has to leave Derry.

It sucks and they group hug again. It’s almost midnight and they’re in Bill’s basement. All the losers are spending the night besides Richie, who had to get up at 8am the next day to pack up a truck full of stuff, and endure a very long car ride.

“Call, okay?” Stan says and Richie nods. “Don’t worry Stan the man, you couldn’t get rid of my annoying ass if you tried.”

“Figured much,” Stan said, rolling his eyes, but smiling and Bill’s mom is yelling down the stairs. “Richie, your mom is here.”

“That’s my cue,” Richie says, doing his best to keep his composure and walking up the stairs, towards the door, but as soon as he gets to the top, Eddie is pulling him into the bathroom and locking the door.

“What are you-?”

“I just, I needed to say goodbye,” Eddie said, jumping at Richie to hug him, and Richie lets himself hug Eddie back.

“You already did that, stupid,” he says and Eddie pulls his head back, but continues to hug him. Richie boops on the nose, leading Eddie to crinkle it.

Richie really wants to kiss him and Eddie is so close, he can feel his breath on his face. He wants it so badly and Eddie is looking at him with his big brown eyes, it’s intoxicating, but he looks away, hugs Eddie again and says “I’ll call you okay?”

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie says, finally letting Richie go, and for one last time, Richie looks at 15 year old Eddie, then walks out.

.....

Richie leaves his house 7am the next morning and surprisingly his over stressed mother doesn't notice him slip through the door. He hadn't slept at all and the worst part, he couldn't stop thinking of the way Eddie hugged him, how close their lips had gotten. How much he wanted to just move his face an inch closer and now, he'd never have that chance again or at least that's what he believed. So, he rides his bike to the kissing bridge and once he gets there, he does anything a stupid kid in love would do, he carves their initials there and hopes, that maybe, one day, they'll kiss for real, even though he know that won't happen for so many reasons, but somehow carving into the wood makes him feel better, then he rides his bike back home, helps load as much as he can, and then he's being driven away.

Richie never kissed Eddie in his room, at the movie theater, at the club house, the arcade, at the quarry, or Bill's bathroom, because he's still afraid of it all.

The losers never pried or asked him about his sexuality and Richie can’t thank them enough for that, because even with everything future Richie said, it doesn’t stop him from being afraid.

When Richie leaves that summer, Eddie holds him like it’ll be the last, but like Beverly, the most important part is that Richie doesn’t forget and neither does Eddie.

.....

Actually, Richie and Eddie start talking on the phone everyday, just like they promised. More than Richie does with Beverly, which Richie didn't know could be topped.

Eddie talks to him after school everyday for hours and usually he only stops when Sonia yells at him to stop. It's nice and when Richie starts at his new school with no friends, everything fades when he gets home to talk to Eddie and afterwards to Stan or Beverly. The other losers call him too. They all do, but Eddie is the only one that makes plans to do it everyday.

.....

FALL 1992-1993

Richie gets his first girlfriend when he's 16. She's part of the drama club and asks him out only two weeks into the semester. It's sweet and she's his first kiss.

He tells Beverly first and Stan second. He's bubbling with excitement and any chance he gets, he talks about her.

He doesn't even realize that he hasn't told Eddie until Eddie points it out.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?" was the first thing that Eddie asked when he called Richie and Richie almost said well, hello to you too, but he doesn't, he just shrugs before realizing that Eddie can't see him.

"I don't know, I guess I just forgot," Richie said, because it was true in a way. Anytime he talked with Eddie he forgot he had a girlfriend.

"Yeah, okay," Eddie said, hanging up and when Eddie didn't call him the next few days afterwards, he gets worried.

Just like anytime though, Eddie calls, forgives him, and they move on.

He does it again the next time he gets a girlfriend and the time after that. He's honestly surprised that Eddie forgives him the third time, he knows he shouldn't be forgiven, but at the same time he's not sure why he doesn't tell Eddie. He forgets, he really does, and he wonders if that's weird.

He doesn't give it much time and before he knows it, it's the beginning of senior year, and the future is all anyone can talk about, including Eddie.

"I'm going to apply to NYU," Eddie says. "Do you know what you're doing for college?"

"Ummm, I don't know. Maybe not go to school? I'm going to be famous Eds, remember?"

"Yeah, but not without working your ass off. Remember?"

"Yeah, I know, but like, what would I go to school for? Drama?"

"I mean, you could? There are a lot of good schools in New York for that, I heard."

"Wow, is Edward trying to kidnap me and go to New York with him? I knew you were in love with me baby," Richie says making kissing noises in the phone and laughing at the teasing.

"Shut up. I was just making a suggestion," Eddie says, chewing at the bottom of his lips, blushing

"Okay, sure, I'll go with you."

"Wait, what?" Eddie says, because there was no way Richie said that or if he did, he didn't mean it.

"I'll go with you," Richie repeats, no indication of mocking or teasing and Eddie starts sweating, his voice shaking.

"You're not even going to think about it? I mean, what if I don't get accepted or you don't get accepted?"

"I mean, New York seems fun. Great place for me to start my career in being famous. Originally my plan was L.A, but New York should work too. Plus, you'll get in and if I don't, I don't really need college that badly."

"Oh. I didn't know. You can go to L.A Richie. Don't let me hold you back."

"You won't. That's the thing about me, I can become famous anywhere Dr.Edward."

"Never call me that again."

"But you're going to med school Eds! Everyone is going to call you that. Why not me?"

"I'm not going to med school. Honestly, I'd rather not be around sick or dying people. I've been doing research and I kind of want to go to school to be a risk analyst. Also, I told you not to call me Eds, you know I don't like it when you call me that."

"So, I should go back to Dr.Edward or maybe just classic Eddie spaghetti? I could go with son too considering i'm fucking your mom. Yeah, son, what does that job entail?" Richie says the last part in a very prominent English Man accent and Eddie rolls his eyes. Even if Richie can't see it, he still knows that what Eddie does.

"Shut up dickwad," Eddie says harshly, but jokingly, and licks his lips a second, before talking again, the aggression leaving his voice. "If you wanna know what risk analytics are about. Well, you see-" Eddie starts and Richie stops him by snoring loudly on the phone.

"Hey!"

"Was that job invented before fun?"

"Well, it's safe and makes a decent living. Cut me some slack. I'd rather do that than go on a stage and embarrass myself."

"I'm the king of embarrassing myself as long as that means money and free blow jobs."

"You're fucking gross."

"Yeah, well the apple doesn't fall far free from the tree my boy," Richie says, this time in a stereotypical American dad accent.

"Will you ever stop?"

"Nope."

"Should have seen that coming. Well, I got to go. I'm going to apply to NYU today. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay, love you sweetie pie, have a good day, don't forget to kiss Mrs.K for me!"

Richie hangs up and Eddie fills out the application, rides his bike to the post office, and sends it.

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Gay-ish moments #2

It was in my second year of school that it happened. During weekends, everyone is going home that I was left with a group of french-learning students my age who's going to take an exam and a few more friends who stayed for other reasons. If I remebered clearly, that was one of the first time that i don't go home for the weekends and school is pretty much ghostly. This experience was one of the gayest moment that had me ready beforehand as i planned it in my head for my own sake of exploration. However, it was a failure as it kinda outed me in front of my peer and i was embarrassed for it.

I do nothing throughout the days and at night and when I thought I was alone, there he was in a group of student studying french. I call him D as I write, and he is absolutely gorgeous. He has an american vibe to his feature that i would like to think he was from that nation but is whitewashed. He's kinda my type except that he is shorter than me but he also acts like a douche every now and then so it's a fair deal because I don't have to be way into him than i was actually gonna be. Anyway, he is hotter and that's probably enough.

Later that night, when the study group is finished, we were hanging out in the same room and planned to sleep under the same roof and that got me all excited. But minus the hanging out part, we were all going to sleep. Lucky I was, he picked a spot right next to me as we all straightly going to sleep as if we've been knocked out - not me though. How can I easily sleeping when someone i had a crush on sleeping right next to me and all he was wearing were shorts and a perfectly fitted white shirt.

Around 2 or 3 in the morning, my horniness took over as i slide my hand under his blanket. I carefully rub over his penis as if it were heaven. He also appeared to be heavily sleeping the entire time I've been carressing his manhood. It was a tense moment thinking he would wake up at any moment or just prentending to be asleep but at the same time i felt very excited to have him in my hand. I kinda rubbing his penis vigourously but he is nothing near to an erection but I'm not. And i guess he really is sleeping that I was having fun on my own that it wasn't very interesting, not anymore. And If I were to described him, he is smaller than i thought he was going to be or probably just average but his balls are the one to be reckoned with. And that's something. Overall, he is a very fascinating subject of exploration and have a fairly good offer underneath. So, after a few moments of satisfaction, I kinda tired and straight up went to sleep.

Later that day, as I woke up to see everyone's missing, it was just another day of boring, misrerable life until they were all here again. I guess when you are all tired of studying, movies are the second best thing after playing soccer and that was the plan for the afternoon. Little did I know we are going to watch the american pie 2 and to me that was the closest thing to porn at that time (at least it has penis in it). I kinda thrilled watching hilariously sexy scenes and it kinda turn me on. The next thing i know i got an erection. I guess for all the porns i've been watching, everything came back to this moment where i first learned my addiction.

Fast forward to the evening where everyone's still studying but in the room where we were sleeping, i kinda thought that it was good to have these guys around, specifically to the dude where last night i've been intruding your bubbles. Sorry not sorry and when karma has its way into your life, you're doomed.

A few moment i've been lying on my stomach doing whatever it is at the moment, D suddenly comes closer and doing something i have not predicted. He lies on top of me sticking his junk into my butt, teased it a little bit and for god sake i don't know how to react to this. And that was the moment where i know, D was all awake the entie time or at least conscious of me handling his private area. I thought he was having it but this is the moment where i was outed and embarrased myself in front him. He's kinda laugh it off thinking it's funny but when my hand reached his groin area and grabbed him by the penis probably caught him by surprised it then got really awkward. He laughed and eventually stopped teasing me. He looked at me like i was the gross one, probably am and said nothing about it. I also felt the awkwardness we were having and for the entire evening, I simply do nothing about it and thinking he would probably forget about it later.

Later that night, when i was also doing nothing, and definitely have forgotten everything i was experienced that day suddenly D was coming into the room talking to his friends about me being a faggot and sexual harrass him last night. I felt disgraced by the fact that he, out of all people is rubbing it all onto my face. Never have I ever denied, though he is one of my crushes, deep down I've got a feeling that he is born cocky and proud of his handsomeness and being a straight up hetero about it. And he is indeed a fuck boy if i were to describe him. So, his friends are now having it and also look me the same way he did though they didn't show as much.

So, grew up for the entire four years with him, i kinda get teased quite fairly and i kind hate him for doing that but not entirely as if I was bewitched by his pretty face. He is surely attractive and from his uptodate version i keep tracking on instagram, he is definitely become a hung i'd love to press my body all over - but in my dreams right.

So here's my letter to D:

"Hey there. You're looking good these days and you're now in a relationship right? Seems like you're happy. I kinda happy for you you know, knowing that, that very pretty face isn't at all superficial. Take a good care of her and though I'm still having a crush on you i'll sooner or later forget about it. So, it has been a moment since I'm having a good time with you. You are now have been upgrading your body and that's a great arms you got there and i'm pretty sure you also have been practicing with your manhood right ? Take a good care of him for me okay. Lastly, have a good life"

Love, D

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