Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 10:15:15 +0000 From: Mike M Subject: Revelation Disclaimer: This story contains homosexual themes. If you are offended with homosexuality or any of it's aspects, do not read further. In most cases the characters are only a creation of the author. Please do not reproduce this story without the author's permission. I'll shut up now. Please send any comments, constructive or destructive, to: SAFPlover@hotmail.com Revelation Darkness prevailed as dark, thick clouds glided under the light of the sun. Snow crunched under my feet as I walked. The cold air blew slightly through the ghostly figures of the leafless trees. Light sprinkles of fresh snow began to fall from the sky. I felt a haunting serenity inside myself, but I knew that it was only a fleeting experience. Deeper inside, there was a storm of pain, sadness, yearning, and despair raging, fighting everything that's good to me. After an hour of walking aimlessly, I grew tired and decided to go home. Never before has our house looked so inviting and comforting. After today's adversity, it is no wonder why I longed for the comforts of home. The snow was falling more heavily and the winds grew fiercer. Suddenly, the serenity I had felt earlier vanished, and the fear and sadness returned. I wonder if I would be able to make it through this fight I know I'm going to have to face. What would everyone think? How would they react? Who could I turn to for help? Seeing that no one was home, I went straight to my room. I took off my shoes and sat on the bed. While I was staring into space, my eyes landed upon the set of pictures that were sitting on my dresser. I got up and looked at them. One was taken three years ago with me sitting on a bench eating ice cream while Spencer, my best friend, was about to pour a bucket of water over me from behind. Those were the happier times of my life. I opened the frame and took out the picture. On the back it said: 'Mike and Spencer, June 2000.' I put the picture back inside the frame and set it on the table again. I looked at the picture next to it, which was taken just five months ago. Spencer and I were lying on the beach trying to get a tan and smiling at the camera. I noticed that I still had the same black hair and blue eyes, and Spencer still had his brown hair, and hazel eyes. But I noticed that our bodies were much more developed and toned. Spencer is a football player, but he isn't the big, bulky type - just beautiful, toned muscles. On the other hand, I didn't like sport, but I developed my body by working out. So, we had the same moderately visible six-pack, well-defined chest, sculpted legs, and toned arms. The sad thing about this picture, though, was that I noticed how my smile was much more strained than on the older pictures. I was growing tired so I decided to lie down and get some sleep. I took off everything except my boxers. Despite the day's dreadful events, I managed to do my nightly ritual of jacking off before going to sleep. Tonight Spencer was the star of my fantasy. As I stroked my hard cock, I thought about feeling the thickness of Spencer's smooth, hot, huge dick as I engulf it with my mouth. I start sucking on it furiously, hearing him yelling with pleasure. Then he stops me just before he was going to cum. He then goes down on my huge, raging cock and starts to lick the head and the pearly pre-cum that was flowing out. He suddenly takes the whole thing inside his mouth and works at it like there was no tomorrow while caressing and lightly pinching my nipples. I could hear myself moaning and writhing from Spencer's soft, hot mouth enveloping my cock and his tongue swirling and gliding around the soft skin. I didn't last too long, as I shot out squirt after squirt of warm cum on my chest, stomach, and some on the bed. I tried to catch my breath as images of Spencer faded slowly. When I returned to my normal state and after I cleaned up, the sadness and fear began to return slowly, but surely. What happened today would be the turning point of my life. It would bring about the ultimate challenge of my life, but I wasn't sure if I was strong enough, wise enough, and confident enough to fight and overcome it. We face many challenges in life from which we learn and become stronger, but I know that I haven't experienced enough challenges to prepare me for what's to come. I thought back on the last three years of my life -- My life started to get a little complicated about a year and a half ago. I knew that I was gay since I was twelve, but dared not tell anyone. I met Spencer on the first day of the seventh grade three years ago. He was new to the school and didn't know where his next class was. "Hey man, do you know where room 234 is? I've been looking around forever! Two of my teachers already yelled at me for being late to class, even when I told them that I got lost since I was new to this school," he explained. I was speechless! He was the most gorgeous, hottest person I have ever seen! I usually go for blonde, blue-eyed guys, but his brown hair and hazel eyes were mind blowing, not to mention his hot body! However, he did dye his hair orange during our freshman year. But anyway... "Um, yeah! You go straight down that hall and then make a left, and it's the door before you reach the glass doors," I instructed with a lot of effort. I was already a usually shy, quiet person, and the fact that I this Adonis in front of me was talking to me didn't help. He must've sensed my discomfort. "You alright?" he asked with genuine concern. "Yeah, I-I-I'm fine," I barely managed to squeak. "Well, since you've been the first person to talk to me all day in this school, why don't we meet by the tree over there and eat lunch together? Besides, we just moved here and I need to make some friends," he said with such ease and confidence. "Sure," I said just above a whisper. I admired his outgoing personality and his kindness. He was actually the first person to approach me and asked me to be their friend in so many years. So, lunch came and we met, talked and talked (surprisingly for me), while we ate. And the rest is history. We hit it off and we became best of friends, despite our differences, such as interest in sports, our contrasting personalities, and views on certain subjects. We did what every other best friends do, and those were the happiest times of my life so far. As the years went by, I continued to admire Spencer. But my sexual admiration for him grew and I knew that I am in fact gay. Spencer, however, was straight and I knew it. He has displayed disgust toward gay people whenever the subject came up. It saddens me greatly whenever I think about how I'm never going to be able to tell him everything about me, because it kills me to have to lie to him. Now, we were in our junior year and we are as close as ever. He started dating a lot of girls, naturally, because of his good looks. I forced myself to date two girls in the course of two years. I was told that I was cute myself, but I never believed any of it. Even with all his dating, we managed to stay close. Earlier today in school, I was walking in an empty hallway because I had to stay behind for lunch as I had to makeup a test. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me so I turned around to see who it was. As I turned around this boy about my age suddenly pushed me up against the wall and kissed me passionately. To say I was in shock would be the biggest understatement. I pushed him away and said, "What are you doing?! Who are you?" "I've been noticing you lately. Your black hair and blue eyes haunt my fantasies lately, as I stroke my cock, and you always cause me to shoot the biggest loads. I just needed to know how it would be like to kiss you," he explained breathlessly. "How do you know that I would be okay with that?" I asked. "I have a really sensitive gaydar and whenever you're near me, it just goes off." "Oh," was all I could say. "So, are you?" "Am I what?" I asked dumbly. "Are you gay?" "Yes," I said while looking down at the floor. "Well, don't worry, I am, too. See you around. You've just given me more to add to my fantasies." He said in a seductive voice as he winked at me. Suddenly, as he was about to turn and leave, I heard someone running away. I froze. Has someone seen what happened? Did they hear everything? Worry started to overtake me. I continued walking down the hall. When I reached the doors, I opened them with great trepidation, as I was worried what sight awaited me. When I finally went outside, what greeted me was the most terrifying sight I have ever seen. There, standing before me, were a group of about 7 students, a mixture of boys and girls, looking at me with disgust and malice. "Hey fag boy," one boy called out. "A friend of ours told us that he saw you kissing a boy and telling him you're gay." "I don't know what you're talking about," I said nervously. "Oh yeah?" another boy called out. "I recorded your conversation. What do have to say now you little fag shit?!" I was speechless. I was beyond scared. I think I almost passed out, but I managed to stay calm on the outside. "The other boy is already being taken care of by our other friends, but he's not going to get a punishment as harsh as your because he's not as well-known as you 'round here," informed a boy with such eagerness and malice it scared me. I wondered what they were going to do with the other boy or me. "Tomorrow, the whole school is going to know all about your little secret," a girl said while fiendishly smirking. And then they all left. I was standing there, unable to move. I was absorbing every sound and sight in my surrounding. A few birds sang, the winds howled gently, the light of the sun weakened by clouds, the leafless branches of trees swayed. It was as if I was trying to take in as much as I could because it would only be a matter of time before my life ends, or at least that's what it felt like. I unconsciously walked to my next class and never paid any attention to it, a process that I repeated for the rest of the school day. Spencer was sick today, so he wasn't there to witness it with the multitude of bystanders who watched it all happen. He'd surely find out. What would he say? How would he react? I'd just have to wait. Tomorrow, the struggle begins: True friends are revealed, bonds are broken, pain all around, confusion, deception.... Would I be strong enough to endure the darkness that lies ahead? Am I going to survive? Am I ready? Questions and concerns were clashing within as I lay in bed. The moonlight bathed the room in a soft grayish blue light that was both calming and haunting. Tomorrow would be the first day of my life. As I was trying to fall asleep, a part of Mariah Carey's "Through the Rain" started to play in my head and it gave me inspiration: I can make it through the rain I can stand up once again On my own and I know That I'm strong enough to mend And everytime I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith And I live one more day And I make it through the rain I can make it through the rain And stand up once again And I'll live one more day, and I I can make it through the rain Carey, Mariah. Charmbracelet: "Through the Rain" What do you think? Should I continue with the story? Please forgive me if it was boring because it's my first time. Please tell me what you think at: SAFPlover@hotmail.com Later, Mike