Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 21:29:58 +0100
From: adarbin@mac.com
Subject: Stu-pidity chapter 1

Hi guys

The usual stuff applys read it if you want to don't if you don't you
know what its gonna be about or you wouldn't be here. this is my first
story to make it past some random notes to the nifty site hope you all
enjoy, and let me know what you think.

Chapter 1 Queers

I'd never given them much thought past there gonna be after every dick
they can get, so don't let em think they got any chance of getting
yours. The only time I can say I met one was this guy jack. He got
kicked out by his dad for sucking a couple of str8 guys his dad worked
with, he said they forced him in to it but please there str8 he's the
gay one. Still I didn't treat him bad for it you know slapped him down
when he was eyeing my cock in the showers and when he tried to be
mates, just what he'd expect a proper str8 bloke would do.

Like I say never gave gay guys a thought because what do I need to
think about they are no different I like pussy they like cock thats
all at the end of the day and lets face it given half a chance id do
every girl at school twice a day so why wouldn't they try it with
every cock they see jack did! Strange how stupid it sounds when you
bother to think about it but why would I there's only one cock for me
and I own it, but 3 years later its affected me so I'm bothering to
think about it.

So I'm Stuart, 18, single, at college doing my A - Levels and still
living with my dad Steve, his girlfriend Debbie and my step brother
Mark whose turning 16 in about a month. Looking back I relies
everything started a couple of weeks ago, we were having dinner and
Five news was on. There was this story about a guy being murdered I
don't know his name I stopped paying attention when she said Gay
teenager like I say didn't affect me cos ill never be queer bashed,

my dad spoke up "good one less" I just laughed I don't know why. I
don't want all gays dead they are people and have the right to love
who they want just don't try getting str8 guys lets face it I don't
rape lesbians, yeah I watch em and if it got a gay off to watch me do
some girl he can I don't care.

When I went up to my room later I heard Mark crying so I poked my head
round the door and asked him what was wrong but he just sat up and
looked out the window "nothing I'm fine" we always got on and he never
hid stuff from me so I guessed he'd tell me when he was ready. I told
him I was going my room to finish some college work and red dwarf was
on in an hour if he wanted to watch it with me then left. He came in
later all smiles and laughter as we watched so I guessed it was just
teenage hormones, I remember spending weeks where id be laughing one
minute and ready to cry the next.

That Friday I went out clubbing like usual but wasn't really in the
mood so headed home about one as I turned I to my road I walked
straight in to this guy knocking him over and apologized sticking out
my hand to help him up cos he was carrying a big bag and had a huge
backpack as well one of the lights was out so we couldn't see each
other that well and I didn't see his face till he was on his feet. It
was Mark but the second I sore it he took off down the road I was a
bit pissed but he was carrying all that weight so its wasn't hard to
catch him.

I rugby tackled him and pined him down on the grass asking him what
was going on, he just said I should let him go cos he wasn't worth it
and we'd all hate him when we found out. I didn't know what to say so
I just told him I wasn't gonna let him until he told me what the fuck
he was on about. He looked at me and said you don't want to know just
let me go and forget me ill probably be dead soon anyway. I slapped
him hard across the face  and told him to stop being fucking stupid
and tell me as I was really worried at this point thinking he was
gonna commit suicide. He looked away

  "I'm a fucking queer" he started to cry "see you hate me dad will
hate me when you tell him" then he sent a chill down my spine when he
said that I might as well kill him as someone will soon.

I couldn't believe what he was saying I could understand the hate
think he heard me and dad talk about Jack but, but kill him! There are
loads of gay guys in watford no ones killed em yet why would he think
I or anyone else is gonna kill him? I just lay on top of him hugging
him telling him it was o.k. and I still loved him. He finally calmed
down and I persuaded him to come home telling him I didn't hate him
and I wouldn't tell dad.

We packed his stuff away so no one would know he had tried to run away
and I asked him if he wanted to sleep in my bed that night knowing he
was still a little upset. I'm in bed with him next to me and what did
I say about all gays trying to get every cock they can I mean he's my
brother but he's gay so is he gay first brother second or the other
way round? Do I dare sleep just incase? Then it hit me how fucking
stupid this is, and I really started to think about it, how hard it
must be for him with so many things I take for granted like
unconditional love from my parents being on one condition. Having no
family and no friend you can rely on and not being able to openly show
your love. When I dated Jess we spent 4 hours kissing because we
couldn't keep are hands off each other to be denied that in a
relationship to me had to be a fate worse then death.

When I opened my eyes the next morning shockingly he was no where near
my dick but he was looking at me with a really confused look on his
face.

"Morning"

He just said "hi" and that was barely a whisper.

"What's up"

"Why did you stop me last night and how do you still love me when you
know"

"Why wouldn't I, your my brother and always will be? I did a lot of
thinking last night and I'm sorry for not being there for you sooner
and not understanding what it must be like for you"

"Thanks"

"Not a problem I'm here for you but I don't think dad will take it so
well" a look of panic pasted over his face

"Your not gonna tell him?"

"No but he'll find out some day and ill help you if he goes off the
deep end" luckily we had the top floor of a three story house so no
one could over hear us, I think we were as close as we could be from
then on, he hadn't told anyone but had known for at least 3 years,
there was no one in his life but he had been sucked of at the market
toilets a couple of times and I offered to go to the soho with him
when I was going shopping in London on Wednesday. He was happier then
id ever seen him.


Chapter 2 coming soon

Let me know what you think Adarbin@mac.com