Life Isn't A Fairytale

It’s just gone 7am and my head is banging like someone is pounding on my bedroom door, the memories of last night almost non-existent. The pounding continues so that I wake up and realise the pounding isn’t just in my head but also on my bedroom door, I slowly get up and open the door “WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT” before I can even get my head around things my dad is yelling at me, standing acting like an army major like I broke curfew.

“Dad” before I even get out my first sentence, the shouting continues “I told you not to go to that party” all this time my head is pounding and I don’t even understand what he’s saying with the headache I’ve got before he says a few key words that grab my attention “You and Liam might have been friends a long time ago but the guy is trouble now and will bring you down.

I close my eyes and just shake my head “Liam… Liam is in the past I say, is that all you’ve got, can I go back to sleep now?” Dad looks at me and slams my door shut, I lay back knowing that I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, Dad is looking out for me and only wants the best for me since Mum left us but also that Liam has always been my best mate and I know he’s been in trouble but he’s also been the thing that keeps me going.

I lay there, chances of sleeping are almost nil as I think about how to explain things about what happened, the fact that I was out later than I should’ve been but then also the fact that I had been with Liam all-night and not at the party. Although, the idea of being at the party could actually mean I’d be in the lesser of two troubled spots. The thoughts of how to explain things are bothering me but I try to put them to one-side and go to sleep for a few minutes.

I do put my head down to sleep and get a few hours until my phone buzzes on my nightstand, I look and see that it’s from “The Mail” it’s a cheap and thinly veiled attempt to cover up the fact that Liam and I are together regularly. I see that Liam’s messaged me and I smile before reading the message “Hey B, Thanks for a great time last night, Hope our fun didn’t get you in trouble” I finish reading the message and text back “There’s some explaining to do but he knows I wasn’t with you last night” I send back, the relationship between me and Liam isn’t just about us being friends, it’s the fact that we’re in love with each other.

“I can’t do it mum, I can’t” I stand there crying, the school gates look as if they are stretching all the way to the sky and all these kids look like giants and I’m scared out of my brain about how big everything is and was. I stand there holding onto mum tightly when a hand on my shoulder grabs me and it’s another little kid who puts his hand on my shoulder “It’ll be ok, big school is going to be fun” I turn around and see Liam standing there with his cheeky smile that 18 years later still gets me.

I walk down to breakfast and Dad doesn’t say two words to me, we both care about each other but life is different now Mum has gone, there isn’t a mediator between our different views of the world, Dad is conservative and wants to protect me from the world but for me I’m still young and the world is somewhere to explore and live my life.

Dad finishes up his toast and just sits there staring at me for a few moments, as if he’s trying to unnerve me which inside it is but on the outside I’m keeping a solid shell which I have for a few months, finally I start to crack “What’s the god damn problem Dad?” I sit there and hope for an answer and he gets furious. “Will you watch your mouth alright, remember who I am”. I roll my eyes “why are you acting like I’ve done something wrong, I didn’t do anything and yes maybe I was out a bit longer than I should’ve but nothing happened”. I sit there and want an answer “Dad, you act like I’ve committed Murder or something, I’m home no tatts, no new piercings alright, so what did I do?”

Dad stands up and puts his plate in the dishwasher “He’s nothing but trouble and he’s gotten you in trouble before” I get up and look at Dad “HE has a name, it’s Liam and what is the issue with us being friends, we were friends from when we started school, we went to High School together”. I grab my bowl of cereal and walk out of the room, Dad follows me and grabs my shoulder “He’s bad news, you two might’ve been friends then but doesn’t mean you have to be now you know”. I stand there and look at him “We see each other occasionally around the place and yeah we catch up for a few drinks every few weeks but that’s it, it’s hard enough to not see him when he lives three streets away?”.

Dad just shakes his head and walks off, I’m absolutely fuming at this point, the lack of trust that Dad has in me is frustrating, I mean I’m 23 and being treated like I’m 10 again, with every move being tracked around the house, work and uni, the life I had is gone. I finish breakfast and put the bowl into the dishwasher and go upstairs and just flop down on my bed and find the picture that’s on my shelf on High School graduation day with Liam and I standing there arm in arm celebrating our graduation. I put it back up on my shelf and look out the window and pick up my phone, I scroll through the numbers and see two numbers sitting above one another, I ponder about which number I should ring Mail or Mum, I think about it knowing that only one person would ever answer and I put my phone down and lay back on my bed thinking about how life used to be so much easier.

After spending most of the morning laying on the bed, I end up getting up and having a shower and get ready to go to work, I get dressed and Dad’s working out in the front garden with all the stress that we both face, I still love him and always know that he is just looking out for me but it doesn’t matter how frustrating he gets we want the best for each other. I walk past him and give him a hug like always, I want to yell at him but with everything that’s happened, he’s suffering just as much.

I get into my beat up old VW, the first car that I ever got that has a permanently turned check engine light on and drive to work, I get to work and as always park around the back where the staff stay and the customers rarely go unless they get wasted and get lost or wanna have a quick shag with the overnight love of their lives. I sit there for a few minutes before walking into the bar and get the gist of what’s going on around the place, the number of people we’ve got and the feeling around the place.

“B-Man, how good was the show last night” I hear coming from around the corner and see Stacey standing there with her long blonde barbie hair and her smile, “yeah was amazing, but thought you weren’t going to get there?” She smiles “Yeah, Zak and I made plans to get there but we had to be right out the back seeing we missed the first two performances” I laugh and look at her “Yeah, jeez I wonder where you two were and what position you were in” She whacks me and takes the fresh glasses round to the bar. I serve a few customers while I’m standing there, the usual old ladies who are spending their Sunday bingo winnings on lunch and drinks, the yuppies who find it amusing to be dining with the upper classes despite being from the area and then the regular Rugby lads who come in on a Sunday after their games.

Sunday afternoons are my favourite shift because the Rugby lads are all easy to look at and are usually friendly and sometimes get a bit loose after a few. I go do the rounds, collect the empty glasses take them to the washer, collect the dirty plates and take the food to the customers, a usual 8 hours coming up with hopefully no trouble.

The shift is panning out as per normal nothing really happens; the mood is certain to change once the Rugby lads come in depending on whether they won or lost and we’ll know it soon enough with the fans coming into the pub for a few post-game drinks and dinner. The shift is quiet and I turn to tidy up the shelf stocking all the pub snacks when a familiar voice crops up “Hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble you know” I turn and Liam is standing there smiling with his cheeky grin and his tatted arms on show, I wander to him and put my hand on his “well he doesn’t know exactly where I was but you’re bad news still” I laugh and get his usual scotch and coke, “so what brings you out this afternoon handsome?” I say looking at him “oh you know, Sunday sessions and cute barmen, I roll my eyes as he gets giddy-eyed looking to Tom the bar manager.

“I’ve got work to do alright, just don’t distract me ok… too much” I laugh and keep working, giving the old girls their last round of wine and mocktails with the usual flirting they love to dish out to the bar staff especially the cute young lads. I laugh and enjoy their harmless attention as the Rugby fans start to wander in, some mixed reactions from the fans with some grumbling about how Zak isn’t good enough, some saying how good George is but a lot complaining about the idiot refereeing and how he was trying to get the other team home.

I get through another hour of the shift, the punters in the bar coming in the dozens as the mood picks up in the pub, turns out that the team won the game by a point which brings an unusual atmosphere given the fact that most should be happy that the team won but also the fact that most feel like the Giants should’ve been winning easily. I take a minute between rushes to check on Liam who just sits at the bar watching the football on the TV and putting back the nuts.

Sunday afternoon morphs into Sunday evening and the shift quietens down as the Rugby lads all wander in all laughing and messing about with other “Yo boys, usual rounds?” I call out as per usual there isn’t a direct answer but just one cheer as the lads head into the function room that they use on a Sunday night so that they can have some fun and privacy from the punters who’d love a chat and a selfie with the lads. The lads can get rowdy but they aren’t any trouble and all the bar staff love having them around.

I bring in one of two rounds of beer for the lads with Dan, Stevie, Joey and George all snatching at the first round of beers like their lives depended on it, next round gets brought in by Stacey who flirts with the lads and Owen, Conor, Josh and Zak grab the next round of beers and have a laugh. Stacey walks off and I look at Dan who also is my trainer at the gym “so are we boys eating tonight or not cause the kitchen closes in 15” they nod “what’s it going to be?” I smile and wait for the usual answer “Nachos” from everyone. I wander out, admiring how close the lads are and collect glasses on the way out. Before I get all the way to the bar Dan is standing behind me “hey B, remember what I said ok, you ever need a place to crash or someone to talk to I’m always around you know, I nod “yeah I know Dan, means a lot and I hope you know the same goes about needing to talk sometime too” we both nod and I wander with the glasses to back behind the bar as Dan wanders into the room with the lads.

The lads are all good fun as they celebrate their narrow victory, lots of cheering and laughing as the boys all let their hair down, Stevie is a northern lad who didn’t fulfil the potential that everyone expected of him, Joey was never really interested in Rugby as a professional sport, George never let on why he ended up in the semi-pro leagues, Conor took a step back in his career, Josh moved from Australia when he was 25 for work and was better than local Rugby so went a step up, Zak well he got sacked from 4 professional clubs and could’ve easily been the best player in the country but bad behaviour slipped him up.

Even though the lads come in a lot, it’s really only Dan that I’ve got to know well because he’s been my personal trainer at the gym for the last 4 or 5 years and the fact that through that we’ve been close friends because he understands the situation I’ve been in. The friendship that Dan and I have is one that is really unusual, we come from very different backgrounds but Dan’s family life hasn’t been great in recent years with his parents not being any part of his life anymore after he came out as gay about 18 months ago and his support for me has been so helpful given the fact that Dad is the only family I have now and I know if I came out to him, it would be almost the end of our relationship as I know it and definitely something that I can’t have happen.

As I walk around the bar as it empties out, Liam is still there but just drinking soft drink I walk up and rub his shoulders and kiss his neck “how’s it going tonight?” I smile at him and his soft brown eyes just melt into mine. “What are you doing after work?” He says to me, I laugh “going to home, if I’m not home straight after work you know there will be hell to pay for it” I shake my head and putting chairs up on tables seeing nobody else is likely to use them for the night. I do that talking to Liam as I work, him sitting at the bar watching TV.

I finish putting up the chairs and come back and give him a squeeze and run my fingers through his thick brown hair and whispering dirty into his ear. I stand up and see Dan standing there looking at me with a stack of glasses “so this is the mystery man you never named” he says with his cute grin. I stutter for a minute “well… uh… we’re just friends, nothing serious you know” I say now blushing hard and Liam just sits there laughing as I get embarrassed.

Dan looks at us “hey remember, no judgements from me” I nod and introduce Liam “Dan, this is my best mate Liam, Liam this is my PT and mate Dan” the two lads shake hands and start talking about me while I work and clean up some glasses. The feeling of the two talking about me is pretty making me nervous thinking they could be talking about me.

I watch Dan leave the glasses on the bar and wander back to the lads and I come back to Liam “so you two seemed to get along alright” Liam smiles and nods “yeah he seems pretty cool, can see why you wanna get to the gym every day for him” He teases me “He’s hot is he? Jeez I’ve never noticed” I laugh and get back to work as Tom watches over things for the final few minutes before close-up. I finish up my shift and head out the back where Liam is standing by my car, “you don’t think I could just leave without saying goodbye” I smile and push him up against the car as we kiss, our tongues pushing in each other’s mouths, we kiss for a few minutes before I push away “are you sure you don’t wanna have some more fun together?” Liam pulls his brown eyes out and looks at me “there was a function upstairs and I could tell Dad they were late finishing up” I smile at Liam and can’t resist his charms as I open my car up and drive us to Liam’s flat and we rush upstairs, kissing as we get to his apartment.

Before we’re even in we’ve stripped our shirts off and I push him against the door making out with him, passion on show as we quickly strip naked, his Hugo Boss boxers flung across his living room, my CK briefs out off to the side somewhere, we move towards the couch and Liam pushes me over the edge before kissing my chest and sucking my hard nipples as he moves his hands down to my growing cock and jerks as he kisses me all the way down before swirling his tongue onto my cock’s head and licking the slit as I leak pre-cum before he puts his tongue and mouth over the head sucking it slowly and using his tongue to get the work done.

I lay there moaning, as his tatted arms hold my body whilst Liam slowly sucks down until he takes all of my hard 7 inch cock right down his throat sucking it as he uses his hands to rub against my firm pecs and massages them as I take control of his head and force it down my cock so that I can hear his gags. Slowly Liam comes up for air and comes back up and kisses me softly as I take a hold of his firm cock and jerk it before I take my turn to start sucking Liam off. I swap spots with him, as he leans up against the arm of the couch and I get on my knees and start to lick his smooth full balls before going up and licking his hard uncut cock shaft before finally starting to suck it slowly and letting my tongue go around as I suck his meat.

Liam leans there moaning as I get down and start sucking his cock and he pushes into my mouth and I shudder as he feeds to me, the feeling isn’t unusual seeing I’ve taken his cock plenty of times but just not being prepped is why. I take it and bob my head down and up, slurping up the pre-cum he’s leaking and finally I make sure that his cock is totally lubed up by my mouth and I make sure he’s ready.

We get up and kiss and look into each other’s eyes as we lock eyes we don’t even need to speak as I bend over the couch waiting to take Liam’s firm cock. I stand there as he slaps my butt and moves down and starts to lube my hole up with his tongue, the expert talents he has have me moaning as his tongue fucks my hole and gets it opened up for his hard-thick uncut cock. I moan “oh god that feels so good” as he finishes tonguing my tight hole before making me twitch as he runs his cock along my crack, teasing my hole which is now begging to be pushed apart and opened wide.

I arch back further so that he can push it in which he does and I moan as Liam puts his cock in slowly but firmly so that it’s all the way in before I can even stop him which doesn’t even cross his mind. He starts off slowly that I can get my hole to stretch around his cock before he slowly picks up the pace as he holds my hips and thrusts so that my body shudders with the feeling that he’s putting on my hole with his cock. The speed picks up to a rapid pace that he grunts as he fucks me hard that the couch moves with every push he makes on me and I can’t stop moaning “oh fuck that’s amazing” I say as Liam takes a break between thrusts. “You love that feeling of my cock fucking up your tight hole” he says between grunts as his balls slap right up against my body. The fucking is hard and fast and eventually I’m at the point where I need to blow my load and I can feel his pre lining my ass. Slowly, Liam pulls out and gets onto his knees as he sucks my cock and I blow a thick wad down his throat which he swallows it all and finishes milking me before getting me onto my knees so that I can take his load of cum. I open my mouth and to my shock there isn’t just one load of cum, there’s 3 that get shot down my throat and I take them all before finally taking my mouth off Liam’s hot and wet cock.

“Fuck bro… that was so good” I smile and kiss Liam embracing him again, “I wish I could just stay and cuddle you all night but I’m already late enough” I say trying to scratch around for my briefs in the dark because we can’t be bothered putting on the lights, I just grab a pair of underwear and stick them on, whether they are mine or not doesn’t matter as I get dressed and head back to my car and sit for a moment reflecting on things.