I'm Just Different

I looked at the clock which read 1:45. Great. I’m stuck here, with this chick for fucking another hour and a half. 
“It doesn’t seem like you’re fond of me Derek, what seems to be the problem?” 
“Cause you think I belong here. And I don’t. I’m not a fucking pothead, I don’t shoot up, and I’m not troubled as you “doctors” say. You continuously piss me off. Do you blame me? I’m fucking sitting here. With you. And your ugly face for almost 3 hours every single Friday. And that’s more then enough. I don’t need to be here. I don’t want to be here” 
I meant every word of it. Every damn word. 

“I understand that you’re hurting. But if you refuse to tell me why, then I’m afraid that I can’t help you. Is it me? Because if it is, we can get you a different doctor” 
“What if it isn’t you? Will you just keep asking me questions that I’ll never answer? I don’t refuse to communicate with you. I just simply wont. The last thing I want is sympathy. Does it matter why I’m as ‘troubled’ as you say? Does it really? Am I only here because my ‘dad’ sent me here? Why cant I just leave, why can’t you just leave me alone?” 
I don’t know why I asked her those questions. She probably feels real dumb. 
“I’m sorry Mr. Bloom, but I cannot do anything further if you won’t give me a chance. You will get a new physiatrist in a short moment” 
I sigh, and cock my chair back. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll fall backwards and crack my head open on the tile. The bitch didn’t lie when she said ‘short moment’. The door opens and I spring my chair back up. 
“Good evening…” 
“Derek...” 

Wonderful. New doctor that doesn’t even know my name. This will be fun. Just like it always is. 
“Derek. Good evening Derek. I’m Travis” 
“Well that’s not really a professional name now is it?” 
“You can call me Dr.R if you want, but I think it’s unnecessary” 
“ Okay then. What makes you think you can make me talk. The other 2 didn’t do a very good job. Do you think your better then them? 
“ They were females. Sometimes its easier to talk, man to man. How old are you?” 
“18. Why?” 
“I’m not so far from you. Maybe the age difference was the problem too” 
“What are you like... 28?” 
“Thank you for guessing so close to your own age. No, I’m actually 22” 
“Why the fuck are you a physiatrist then?” 

I didn’t mean to curse at him, it slipped though. I realize I can’t help it. 
Now that I look at him, he does look young. 
“I like to help people; it’s what makes my purpose in life seem worthwhile” 
“Whatever, I think you’re a dumb ass” 
“Opinions are fine” 
This guy isn’t so bad. If I can curse him out, he’s cool to me. 
“I see you have a… different sense of style” he asks, breaking the silence.
“Yea I do” 

Girl pants, eyeliner, Senses Fail band tee, gloves with the fingers cut off, wrist bands, and a choke collar. 
“Are you… like in a band or?” 
“No, this is how I dress. Problem?” 
“No not at all. I respect people with different ways then me, or others for that matter” 
“Oh, yea thanks I guess” 
“Can you take the gloves and wrist bands off for me, please?” 
“No” 
Fuck, how can he know already? He hasn’t even got any vital information accept my name. Which isn’t even vital. 
“It’s warm in here, aren’t your hands all sweaty and stuff?” 
“I’m just dandy thanks” 
“I’m not here to judge you” 
“Nice to know” 
“Can you take them off now?” 
“If I say no, people in white lab coats won’t burst in here and hold me down right?” 
“Of course not. For the next hour and whatever minutes, it’s just you and me” 
Lovely. 
“Okay” 
“Okay, forget about the gloves. Um, what’s it like at home? Do you get along with dad?” 
“Alright, if we can pass this subject I’ll take off my gloves” 
“Sure” 

We will get back to the subject of home anyway, but maybe this can stall out for an hour. 
I pull off the black, self-cut gloves off my right and left hand and I slide my wrist bands off too, placing them on the cold table. 
“Would you like to explain?” 
“Do you think I want to explain?” 
“Give me 3 words. I’ll take 2 even. I just need some info” he says. “Can you give me 2 words?” 
I shrug. 
“I’m different” 

I think I made him mad. I mean he doesn’t look mad, but I know I’m being a smartass. 
“Can you tell me in what way you’re different? Or would I be going too far?” 
I laugh, it’s the only thing I can do. 
“I wish I could tell you I’m different like being left handed, which I am, or something like that” 
“Cant say I don’t understand” 
He can’t possibly know my secret. There are no key words. 
“What?” 
“I’m left handed” 
And I thought he knew. He is a dumb ass. 
“Cool I guess” 
“That’s not why your different, I know that much. Why can’t you tell me? Derek, I promise you, if you just open up the hour will go by so much quicker, and maybe you wont need to come here as much, don’t you want that?” 

He made me think a little. I mean I do want to get the fuck out of here. But I don’t want to tell my life story. He looks pretty nice, I mean maybe cause he’s young I don’t know. I’m young too, I’m just immature. 
“What do you want to know?” 
He smiles and rests his hands on his lap. 
“Why do you harm yourself?” 
Nice question to start off with. 
“I cut because I feel pain. I don’t feel it anymore after I’m done” 
“What pain, who hurts you?” 

His eyes are so brown and understanding. I don’t know why I’m telling him all this, just because of his eyes. 
“Everyone who doesn’t get me” 
“Do you want people to get you?” 
“I guess not” 
“This might be annoying, but it’s annoying me worse. How are you different?” 
“Alright. My dad hurts me okay? He has no respect for me. He doesn’t accept me. He is no father” 
“Accept what about you?” 
“That I’m a faggot okay? Are you happy?” 

I feel like crying. I mean I’m no fairy boy, but I just told a fucking shrink that I’m a queer. He gets up out of his chair, and I realize now, that he’s about my height. 
I also realize that we are the exact opposite. I’ve got reddish hair, he’s got jet black, I’m anorexic skinny, and he’s more muscular, I’ve got blue eyes, and his are brown. I usually like boys that are unlike me. 

He stares at me, and his eyes seem to sparkle. I don’t know why. I’ve come to face that just because he was a physiatrist that he was a bad person, but he’s not. 
“I can’t say I don’t understand” he says the same way he said it before. 
“What are you saying?” 
“You know what I’m saying, what I’m hinting” 
He brings my wrist up and his soft fingers graze the scars. 
“Your father shouldn’t reject you just because of this” 
“This?” 

And I’m glad there are no windows; accept the very small one way up the wall. 
He has just kissed my lips, softer then I’ve ever been kissed before. I want to push him away. But yet I don’t. He’s so gentle and tender. I registered in my head that he would think I didn’t like him if I didn’t kiss back, so I kissed him back. 
I bit his lip, before sliding my tongue down his throat. And the slut that I knew he’d be he pushed his tongue to fight mine. His hands are not still either. They’ve made best friends with my face, stroking my cheeks and gripping my hair. 

I pull away and gasp as I feel his erection growing against my thigh, and my pants being too tight to be real, makes it worse. 
He slips my shirt over my head, and he attacks my neck with his mouth. 
My bare back lies on the table, my gloves and wristbands lying next to me. 

I can’t say that I’m not scared, I mean I’m no virgin but hell, if the doors aren’t locked, we’re both screwed. 
He takes my pants off, and undresses himself, coming back to me in only his boxers. Wearing such tight jeans, I decided to go commando. (No boxers, briefs, nothing) 
“You’re so fucking beautiful” he whispers as his hand takes a firm grip on my penis and he slowly pumps up and down. I moan and thrust my hips upward. 
“God, don’t tease. I hate people who fucking tease” 
“I knew you weren’t pure” 
Pure hah, what a funny word. He goes faster with his left hand and slides his right hand up my flat stomach, making me whimper. 
“Funny to think you were so stupid” 
He climbs up and straddles my chest, with my cock still in his grasp. 
“Least I won’t have to worry about hurting you then” 
“You dirty skanky hoe” 
I’m sorry. I’m guilty of talking dirty before and while I get fucked. 
He’s hurting my chest, but it’s all good. 
He finally takes his boxers off and throws them on the ground where they belong. 
“Do you fuck all your patients or am I just lucky?” 
“Neither, you’re just Derek” 
That’s a little weird, but whatever. A fucks a fuck. 
“Then just fuck me already, before I cum at the sight of you naked, we wouldn’t want that now. And no the answer is I'm not easy” 
He smirks and shakes his head, 
“What makes you think I’m fucking you?” 
“The fact that you are?” 
“Feisty! What a whore” he says. “I will just have to make you wait and suffer or this” 
He gets on his knees and takes all of my 8 inches in his waiting mouth. And god does it feel awesome. 
“I’ve fucked, and been fucked, but I’ve never gotten a blow job before” 
“Then the answer is yes, you are easy” he smirks and returns sucking my cock. 

I could spill at the sight of his pretty face looking up at me while he does this. He is pretty damn fucking hot. I mean wow. He must be married or something. 
Nope no ring, this could be good or bad. All just depends. 
My lower body shakes, and the familiar feeling at the pit of my stomach rises. I whisper ‘you better stop’ and he listens. I swear I was 2 seconds away from blowing in that bitches mouth. 
“Can you please just fucking fuck me already?” 

He nods and climbs up on the table. He kisses me surprisingly passionate, and takes his place between my legs. Now that I see in clear view, he is not small. I’m a bit afraid I mean sure maybe 7 or 8 inches have gone up… but not 10. 
“You look nervous. Didn’t lie to me before did you?” 
“I may be naive but I don’t lie. Man, you’re a bit bigger then I’ve had” 
That was hard for me to say. I would have just sucked it up.
“Would you like me to get you ready first or do you want to give?” 
“No, I’m getting fucked” I say full with sureness. 
He nods and sucks 2 fingers in his mouth. He pulls them out and shoves them in my hole. 
I wince a little, but I know it will go away. 
“Mmmm” I moan, he’s added a third finger. “Think I’m ready” 
He slides them out and replaces it with his cock. 
“Ah” escapes my lips in almost a whisper. 
“Sorry” 
“Doesn’t tickle, but I’m alright” 
He pushed the rest in and sat for a minute to let me get use to it. 
“I don’t usually ask, but can you please go slowly first?” 
He leans down and kisses my chest. 
“Anything for you” 

He starts to move slowly, and then I whisper his name, and that’s the cue to go faster. And he does.
“God you’re so tight” he grunts as he’s pounding me so hard. But it feels amazing. 
“Faster Travis… and harder... Fuck me” I whine. 
He’s by far, the best I’ve had in a while. I’m so close and so I scream his name over and over again. 
“SAY IT AGAIN DEREK. MOAN MY NAME LIKE THE LITTLE SLUT THAT YOU ARE!” 
I’m a happy porn star like bitch, its how I am and he loves it. 
“Fuck me Travis… oh god fuck me like there’s no fucking tomorrow”
He grabs my cock and strokes it in time with his tempo. 
“I’m not cumin until you do” 

I nod and thrust my hips back to make him hit my prostrate, and he does. 
“Shit I’m Cuming” I whisper as my white sticky man juice is spilled all over my stomach. 
“Holy fuck... Derek... Ahh” he moans as I feel his cum deep in my ass. 
He pulls out and collapses on my sweaty and messy chest. He wraps his arms around me and he’s panting. We’re both worn out and happy. Something I haven’t been in a long ass time. 
“Hour went by fast didn’t I tell you it would?” 
“I don’t want to leave, not yet” 
“You can’t possibly be ready for a second time already?” 
“No, not yet” 
“Then there’s certainly next Friday”