Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2011 01:43:39 +0100
From: darnemoon@gmail.com
Subject: I'm Not Dying Chapter 7

I'm not dying!

By Darne Moon.

I'm not dying! is an adventure tale that contains graphic sexual content
between men. If you are not permitted to read such content please refrain
from reading any further. I currently don't have an editor, and do have
dyslexia so please be patient with grammatical mistakes etc. This is the
first time I've written anything of this magnitude in this genre. If you
enjoy this chapter please let me know at darnemoon@gmail.com, and I'm
always interested in constructive criticism comments and ideas.

I've also recently started a Yahoo Group, with all sorts of stuff about I'm
Not Dead. You can find it at: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/im_not_dead/
Hopefully see you there :D

Chapter 7

I awoke moments before Ian did. The main reason being his morning glory
poking me in the face. Hmmm, I think as I wipe the sleep gently from my
eyes, breakfast! I dive down onto his cock, taking the shaft deep into my
throat. It's the sudden changing in penile climate that wakes Ian I
believe. He groans happily whilst looking at me. I bob up and down
hungrily, he folds his arms behind his head and grins. There is no better
way to be woken up than with a blow job. In fact no better way to wake up
than have a throbbing cock demanding to be sucked.

After I have completed my service as a dutiful boyfriend I throw on some
jeans and go to make tea and breakfast whilst Ian gets himself
sorted. Moments later he was joining me around the kitchen table drinking
tea and eating toast and peanut butter. The best thing about this
relationship I decide as I'm tucking in is that we both like peanut
butter. There could however be a downside to this less peanut butter.

I'm amazed to see the time is 7am, I don't think I've been up this early in
ages. Ian tell's me he has to leave for work soon.

"I was thinking... whilst mum's away, why don't you bring some clothes
over... then you can spend more time here... with me" I say as tactful as
possible.

Ian just smiles at me as he sips his tea, "I think that's a great idea he
says with a smile" He takes a final bite out of his toast and downs his
tea, "Right I best get off, need to get a change of uniform. I'll come over
tomorrow with some stuff" he says standing up. He walks over to me and
kisses me on the forehead. I smile happily.

"See you later babe" I say as he disappears out of the kitchen and the
house. I turn and stare out the window. 7am... wow everything looks so
fresh at this time in the morning. I make another up of tea and open the
patio doors and stare out at the garden. It's coming to harvest time, all
the plants are bearing their crop heavily. I get a strong burst of pride
viewing it all. My first year as a gardener, my first year away from the
tyranny of that bastard place and I have this... a steaming cup of tea, a
garden even the most seasoned gardener would be proud of, a great boyfriend
and my best friend living up stairs with me. I thank whoever is listening.

For the next few hours I check up on my emails. I decide I should contact
Mrs Wrinklethought about these five phases of infection. I might as well
arm myself with as much as knowledge I can about these Gifters. At about
10am Carol emerges along with Izzy. I've set up a small dining area for the
cat near the door. Water bowl, food bowl set on some newspaper. I've even
put a small vase with a plastic flower in by her food bowl. I'm half
expecting Carol laugh then complain about the chill she will get from the
door when eating. My retort will be the bitch is fat and if the cold puts
her off her food then its all for the better. I don't hate the cat, the cat
just annoys me it plays Carol off for a fool.

She plonks down in a chair and growls at Izzy as the cat begs for food. She
produces a packet of cat food from her dressing gown packet.

"Want to do the honours" she growls passing me the packet, "Squeeze it
before you put it into the dish she wont eat it otherwise" I accept the
proffered pack of cat food and do as instructed as the kettle boils and
clicks off. After washing my hands of the hideous stench of cat food I make
us both a cup and tea and sit opposite Carol. I smile warmly at her looking
out at the garden. I like this vista I always get a great comfort from
seeing what I have done and what I am going to do.

"So... what do you do for fun around here?" Carol asks eventually.

"Ian"

"Oh Alex!" She declares in mock disgust before turning in her seat and
crossing her legs in a pose she hopes is ladylike.

"Garden, drink, eat, shit, that's about it I'm afraid. We could go look at
the Alpaca's if you want"

"What are they?"

"They're like surfer Llama's. They got a big puff of curly hair on their
head they're quite cute really. Or we can... go to Chester for a bit. I
usually potter on around the house, entertain myself I'm not used to being
a host any more" I laugh. Carol looks at me a moment and smiles warmly.

"It's suits you living like this doesn't it" she says. I nod and look back
out at the garden.

"For as long as it can last" I say with a slight ominous tone, "things are
going to get worse, and as of yet I can't figure out when" Carol sips her
tea.

"You really can see the future now can't you" She says slowly as if its
finally confirmed in her mind, "what does it feel like?"

"Like hell" I solemnly note, "sometimes it comes to me like a dream,
they're not so bad. Others times... their like a thousand ideas and images
appear inside my head at once, its like a terrible headache but it fades
quickly. Then sometimes I just know things, I know their not my thoughts
their like clouds of ideas inside my head their fuzzy and not clear but I
know what they are... difficult to explain I guess"

"I cant begin to imagine, what does your mum say about all this?" She asks
sparking up her morning cigarette.

"Doesn't know yet... but can I tell you something a bit strange. I have a
weird feeling about that place. I can't put my finger on it yet but there's
something very odd there"

"It's essentially an asylum hun, of course its going to be strange in
there" she exhales a huge plume of smoke billows through the air. I sigh
slightly, it's not an asylum I tell myself, its not an asylum!

"You want something to eat, I should be able to rustle something up for
you" I suggest, Izzy is munching like a wild animal.

"Nah thank's don't eat normally before noon, bad I know but work and all
that" I nod knowing full well what happens to the body clock with unusual
work patterns. "I think I would like to see these surfer Llamas though" She
comments, "after I get dressed of course" I agree and decide its time to
get the cleaning in the kitchen done whilst Carol gets ready. I'm pretty
sure Izzy is purposefully getting in the way of the mop just to annoy
me. After I finally succeed in mopping the kitchen after cursing the cat so
many times it would make a witch feel outdone Carol emerges showered,
dressed and ready for the whirlwind adventure that is Afondiwedd. It's a
quaint old town, and the inhabitants are fiercely proud of it. The
population is quite small as I've said before, but at some point in history
one of the kings granted the place a royal charter. A writ that declared
all men within the town as free men and not serfs. It also declared the
place a town, capable of holding its own markets and have its own
guilds. So even though most villages have a higher population than
Afondiwedd, it's still classed as a town.

We leave the house, and turn right up the road. Before us is the beating
heart of the town, the town square, which in my opinion is more of a
round. At it's heart is a huge old oak tree. A plaque adorns a raised
plinth before the tree, it reads:

This plaque was presented to the town to the Town of Afondiwedd to
commemorate the year 2000. By the towns mayor, Mr Jack John Jones at the
towns Millennium Festival here at the town square,

We wandered a little more around the town square, I pointed out the vets a
little way down another street, the off licence on the corner, and finally
the butchers shop. This butchers is one of the best apparently, reviewed by
such connoisseurs as the Dragon, and the Afondiwedd Chronicle, a local
newsletter. Carol is amazed by all the welsh signs and posters in the
windows.

"We do have printing presses!" I say mockingly. Shaking her head we enter
the butchers, "bore da Mr Perry" I say, my welsh is not extensive but it
always helps to try. Mr Perry is a typical butcher. Middle aged, dark
haired with flecks of grey. His face is soft and round but his eyes dark
and like bullets. "I'm just showing my friend around she's visiting from
Newcastle"

"Ah" Mr Perry declares his thick welsh accent prevalent. "Bloody terrible
what they did up there. I'm glad you could come ere' instead. Mr Moon
looking after you is he, he's a good lad" I smile. I've only met the
butcher a few times. I normally only come to the butcher's if their hiding
from my mum when she comes. There had been a number of incidents where they
would see the Dragon coming across the town square and Mr Perry or his wife
or even sometimes both would duck behind the counters and wait for her to
give up and go away, and giving up doesn't come naturally to my mother.

Mr Perry is arranging some freshly cut lamb chops in his display. "How's
your mother Mr Moon?"

"She's well thank you" I respond

"I heard what happened, terrible thing it is depression. I hope they're
treating her right down that facility place"

"You heard about that?" I ask surprised. When I think about it I'm not
actually that surprised I had told James & co and there's no telling who
over heard me.

"Oh yes, my wife, Gwynedd, her brothers wife's sister was visiting her son
in hospital when she saw your mother being taken in" He said. Typical I
thought, eyes everywhere, "So who did it do you know?"

"Who... well herself... Mr Perry my mother tried to commit suicide" I said
a little abruptly.

"Oh my... I'm so sorry, had I know... we all assumed she got hit by a
car. Been a lot of that around lately. If I had known I would not have
asked" He looked very nervous for a moment, "I never thought for an
instant, your mother would... be so desperate she seems like such a strong
woman!"

"Non of us understand it Mr Perry, that's why she's where she is to... help
her" The uncertainty in my voice surprised everyone including me. Mr Perry
forces a smile.

"Well I'll tell you what, because your mother is such a good customer of
ours you can have these burgers" He picks out two thick juicy burgers from
his counter and wraps them up. I recognise them as his award winning
burgers, the pride of Afondiwedd. "You can have these burgers on me"

"Thank you Mr Perry, but you needn't" I reply shocked, welsh generosity is
rare.

"Oh no I insist" He says popping the burgers into a carrier bag for me, a
cheeky grin crosses his wide face "To be honest, your mother scares the
crap out of me I wouldn't want her coming home and seeing we haven't been
taking care of you" both Carol and laugh and I accept the offered bag.

"Hywl Mr Perry" I say as I leave the shop.

"Cymer ofal" Outside I walk Carol up the street from the butchers towards
the old church.

"He was nice"

"Yes, but you have to watch them. They're like vampires once you let them
in you can't get rid of them" I laugh. Carol looks blankly at me. I quickly
explain the old superstition about vampires. We turn the corner to face the
squat old church. It's hundreds of years old and was built shortly after
Afondiwedd was given its Charter. It has the typical wide base, low arched
roof and small rounded topped windows. Surrounding the church was a small
graveyard and the occasional yew tree typical of welsh graveyards.

"Oh it's lovely" Carol comments with a smile.

"Yeah god's house surrounded by death" I laugh, Carol giggles
slightly. Alongside the church is a paddock and there sat in the middle
stood three alpaca's grazing, I point them out to Carol.

"Oh my god, your right, little surfer Llama's" She laughs, the description
is quite accurate.

"Strange animals, they only poo and piss in one in one spot you
know. There's quite a few in Wales now, farmers are turning to rearing them
rather than sheep. Their fleece is worth a small fortune in the wool trade"
I inform, using my vast sponge like memory once more.

"Wow, so these belong to the church?"

"No the owners rent the paddock. If you look closely you'll see one is
slightly small than the others, he was born a few years ago my mum was
saying. Their was a competition held in the town to name him. He's called
Afon, which means river in welsh"

"How cool! I'm going to get a picture, damn I left my phone at the house!"
Carol declares, I intermediately hunt out my mobile. I notice the screen is
flashing, I've got an email.

"Two seconds Carol" I tell her as I quickly open it up and scan it:

Hello Alex,

I was so pleased to receive your email, I was expecting it. I will be
visiting you shortly to explain the five phases in greater detail. I hope
you are well. Speak soon.

Regards Mrs Wrinklethought.

"What!" I declare, she's going to visit me, how does she even have my
address, and how dare she just invite herself down.

"What is it?" Carol asks face plastered in concern.

"Oh... nothing... nothing yet at least. I'm expecting a visitor it would
seem" Carol frowns, she knows my feelings on people just calling round and
dropping in. I hate being unprepared, I get this from mum, always wanting
to be the perfect host, "best order some food then" I start tapping away on
my mobile. It's one of the old types, an early Graphene phone. It's a cool
design and a tad heavy. Its about the size of my palm, square with a black
frame. In the centre on one side is small dial in which the digital camera
components sit. The main body of the phone is pretty much see through, and
works like a touch screen. It's no where near as modern as the new holo
phones, which look more like watches. They're worn on the underside of the
wrist They project images, buttons and messages into your palm for you to
read. You interact with them by pressing your hand and the device reads the
nerve signals. It's very clever but totally ridiculous in my mind. My
brother bought one the moment they came out.

I open up the browser on my phone and wait for the annoying adverts to go
away I quickly place my saved order with the supermarket and click send. In
a day I will be completely restocked. I turn back to Carol force a smile,
Mrs Wrinklethought has annoyed me a little. How dare she just invite
herself. If I said I wanted to see her I would have done. Point the camera
at the alpacas and take a photo and email to Carol.

"There, done. Come on lets take tea in the garden" I state putting on a
mock English accent.

"Oh lets" she replies mimicking me. I offer her my arm she giggles and we
walk back to the house arm in arm. "All I need now is a parasol" she
laughs.

"And I a cane!" We laugh and joke all the way back to the house. Once home,
I lock Izzy in the living room to prevent any escape attempt. I dig out my
vintage glass teapot and put a very full kettle on to boil. Carol is
outside battling with great gusto with the garden furniture. I laugh as it
all collapses on her. I put down the now laden tray of tea, biscuits, and
go outside to help her. With a great air of confidence and humming a
pleasant tune I take over the situation. Within the seconds I do what Carol
had spent ten minutes trying to achieve. She growls at me, as I offer her a
seat. I return to the kitchen and pick up the tray.

"Hello again Alex" I scream and drop the tray, my precious teapot bouncing
and smashing against the slate tiles of the kitchen floor, "Oh I'm sorry
didnt mean to shock you" I turn around furious. There sat nonchalantly at
the kitchen table is Mrs Wrinklethought. But it wasn't Mrs Wrinklethought
at the same time. The only way I can describe it is she's a ghost. She's
not a physical entity. I can see through her.

"WHAT THE FUCK" I declare angrily. A huge pool of tea is gathering around
my feet. Biscuits are rolling away from me. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I repeat.

"Now calm down Alex" She says with a grin, "I was right I've hit phase
five. This is my new... ability... astral projection"

"For fuck sake" I kneel down and begin clearing up the mess. Carol appears
at the patio doors.

"What happened" she asks, I look angrily at Mrs Wrinklethought, and point.

"That stupid bitch" I declare. Carol looks blankly at the seat.

"She can't see me only you can" Mrs Wrinklethought says.

"Then let her see you" I demand as I'm placing the remains of my teapot on
the tray and gathering up the escaped biscuits.

"I can't only those with the Gifters can see me"

"Alex what's going on" Carol asks looking very worried.

"You can't see her, its that woman I saw in York, she's astral
projecting. Only I can see her" I look at Carol and she looks very
confused. I glare at Mrs Wrinklethought, "Thanks, now your making my
friends think I'm going insane!"

"Your not I assure you" She responds looking dejected, "is this how you
treat all your guests? Your being very rude!" Snorting I mumble some curse
words under my breath.

"Carol I'm sorry I'll pop the kettle back on and bring you out some tea in
a minute I need to... talk to this... idiot!" I say. Carol nods looking
very scared. She heads back outside to the table and chairs I had just
erected. I dig out the mop from its cupboard and begin mopping up the
mess. Izzy is meowing like crazy from the living room.

"Cat's can sense me" Mrs Wrinklethought explains, "and I'd appreciate you
don't call me an idiot again!"

"Then don't sneak up on me. Or at least wait until I'm not carrying
anything. Your buying me a new teapot. That was a classic" I growl as I
finish mopping up. I drain out the tea out into the sink and sit opposite
Mrs Wrinklethought, "Explain, go on, that's what your here for, explain to
me these phases"

Mrs Wrinklethought leans back in the chair. She looks dejected. "Dont think
I want to now"

"Then go!"

"OK, OK your angry, I'll replace the sodding teapot"

"Damn right you will"

"As I said at our meeting there are five stages to the Gifter's infection"
She begins, "the first stage is what your going through now. The visions
aren't clear and they hurt like hell, usually in the form of a headache,
but there have been cases where it feels like your skin is burning, or your
body goes numb, it depends on where the infection is dominant. This phase
lasts a number of years, in that time the visions will become less
painful. Phase two is when you don't suffer during a vision, and the
accuracy and clarity improves dramatically. A common side affect during
this time is a general lack of control of the emotion... something you most
definitely will suffer from judging by your rage right now" She smiles at
me. "This stage lasts a couple of months usually no more than a year. Phase
three... is more interesting, its when we begin to gain more control over
our ability and the effects on our emotions diminish. During Phase three we
can start to focus our foresight, usually on to a particular object or
sense. For example the most common is touch. By this I mean by touching
something or someone you can see it's or their future. This is one of the
longest Phases, it can take a decade or twenty years until this ability is
truly honed. Do you understand so far?"

"Yes" I spit.

"Still angry I see. Yep phase three is going to be very interesting for
you. Now phase four" she crosses her legs, "is when it starts to get
interesting. By this point I believe the Gifter's have totally integrated
themselves with our bodies, we develop other simpler abilities, like
telepathy, or a simple telekinesis. Like so" she looks at my kettle and it
starts to rise off its platform. I frown if she breaks that as well I will
kill her. It plops down a little clumsily back on the platform. "see, but
I'm far better at it in person. Phase four can be difficult for some. There
can be... unusual developments. However their easily controlled. Phase Five
is complete integration, the potential is there for any number of
abilities, astral projection, EMP's, Aura control, mind control. The
possibilities are endless, however they are dependant on how responsive the
host, yourself and I for example respond to the Gifters"

"What's an EMP?"

"Electro magnetic pulse. Human bodies work... basically at any given
moment... our bodies are like circuit boards lots of information travelling
from one part to another. This is either managed through hormones and
chemicals that travel through the blood, or via tiny electronic signals
that travel through our bodies. During Phase five some hosts electronic
signals increase dramatically and they can project those signals, kind of
like a lightening bolt, it's main use can disrupt or destroy
electronics. An aura push is similar, one can physically push away objects
or persons using our aura" she makes the bunny rabbit ears motion beside
her translucent head as she says Aura. I nod slowly. "The human aura, is a
field of... erm, energy that surrounds us, those with powerful aura's have
developed... methods of using it, either by guiding it in a particular
direction like a punch or as a general outward push that knocks anything
around it over. My research shows these abilities are very rare, and in my
opinion unnecessary. Hopefully as time goes by I will understand more about
these more extreme powers"

"So I'm in stage one?"

"Yes. It will be a number of years until the infection takes a dominant
hold on you and then you will enter phase two, the adolescent stage as I
like to term it, you may find you will become unpredictable. You yourself
wont be able to control the mood swings, but I've found some mood
stabilizing drugs work best. But you are a way off that point so far" I nod
slowly. "My research is ever continuing Alex. I will update you when I find
out more" She presses her hand against her forehead as if checking her own
temperature, "Wow" She mumbles, "this really takes it out of you! I will
have to go Alex. You haven't taken your tea out to your friend either. You
are very rude" I growl at her as I go to the kettle to start making another
pot of tea, "Good bye" and she vanishes. Mutter beneath my breath in case
she's still around.

I try to calm down as best I can before I go to join Carol armed with my
secondary pot of tea and some biscuits. I sit down and sigh heavily. Carol
looks at me and cocks her head. "What's astral projection?" She asks whilst
she pours the tea. I inhale slowly and breath out heavily.

"From what I gather she can project an image of herself and interact with
other people with the Gifters. Only others with the infection can see
her. This is all so fucked up" About us the birds twittered and chirped, at
the very end of the garden a rather determined ginger cat is stalking
something through a privet hedge.

"I see..." she states with a dubious look on her face, "what did she want
to talk to you about?" I embark on the lengthy explanation of the
phases. Carol nods slowly as I complete each phase. I'm suddenly very
weary. "You look tired" she adds at the end of my monologue.

"Just shook up. I'll be OK. You know what we should have a barbecue this
weekend. I'll go and see Mr Perry tomorrow see what he can sort out for
us. We need a distraction"

"That's an excellent idea. Will Ian be off work as well?"

"What day is it now?"

"Tuesday"

"Yeah he will" I grin, looking a little bit more like the lunatic I feel,
"Friday he's off till Monday so he's off the whole weekend!"

"If the weather holds out we could go to the beach!" I laugh, its now
coming to middle September. If the weather holds out any further it
deserves a medal. Global warming has made our summers really hot and our
winters ridiculously cold. I find that my mood has changed hugely, a small
party and the thought of Ian has brought a smile back to my face. Carol and
I remain in the garden for the rest of the afternoon, chatting aimlessly
about the good times and the bad. It's strange but here in this little
sunny garden the events of the outside world didn't seem to matter or
happen.

The following few days rolled by, they were uneventful apart from the
occasional screams from Caz at the cat. Ian hadn't visited me since I asked
him if he wanted to bring some clothes over. I was worried that I might
have scared him off but he had responded to my text message and he was
coming to the party, so was James & co, and my dad, Wendy and the rest of
the family. The only person in my little world I hadn't invited was Charlie
my brother and his harpy of a girlfriend, and Cale of course, but he was
still in York.

Cale was worrying me a little. To be fair a day hasn't gone by for five
years without me worrying about Cale at least once. I still found it odd
that he suddenly wanted to get out at York, but then that was his home now
and was I being selfish? Probably. But Wales in my opinion was far safer
than York, and this is where he should be. Carol agrees after an hour long
rant by me. To be fair she had no choice on the matter. Cale confused her,
she liked him, he liked her, but his social inability in her mind made him
a little... strange.

"He just doesn't know how to speak to people" She would say.

"He looks at like he doesn't need to say anything superfluous" I'd respond

"He barely says hello!"

"But he never says good bye either!"

When Friday comes round I'm busy in the shed trying to dig out my barbecue
from behind a chest of draws mum insisted on not throwing away. Naturally
the only other option would be to put it in the shed. Where it
rots. Slowly. And gets in the way of the barbecue.

"God Damn it!" I declare with a frustrated growl. I hear a chuckle behind
me. I turn expecting to see another ghostly apparition of Mrs
Wrinklethought, but all rage and fear dissipates when I see the smiling
handsome face of my boyfriend stood leaning on the door frame of the shed.

"Need a hand?" He offers cheekily.

"Come here! I grab his chequered shirt and pull him into a kiss. My hands
quickly cup his sexy bubble butt and grip firmly. Ian moans into my mouth.

"I've missed you" he whispers as his hands run up my body pausing briefly
to tweak my nipples. I grin ludicrously as I pop a boner almost
immediately. I push it against his legs. "Honestly you have no idea!" he
continues. One of his hands is now pressing the bulge in my
pants. Mischievously he mutters "what's this?".

"Something that's missed you" I mutter back between brief kisses.

Kneeling down onto the shed floor Ian begins to undo my belt and fly
exposing my raging hard on contained inside my black boxer briefs. My dick
is desperate for attention, it shows this by a small blob of pre cum
soaking the black fabric. I grin as Ian's tongue licks at it.

"Tasty" He murmurs before licking my whole length once more. Gripping the
elasticated waistband he exposes my prick to the air, and swallows me in
one go. The heat of his mouth and saliva was exhilarating as he bobbed up
and down. My balls now hanging needed playing with and just as if he had
read my mind Ian began to gently kneed them in his palm. I was in heaven,
but I knew it wasnt going to be enough. After three days abstinence I
wanted him. I needed his dick in me. Now.

I thrust my cock deep into his throat as I growled. "I want you". Releasing
my member from his mouth he stood and kissed me I could taste the saltiness
of my precum. He gripped my body and turned me around, pressing me against
the potting bench. I heard him as he began to unbuckle his belt and pull
down his jeans. Then him spitting into his hand and wiping it across his
dick. I relished the sensation of his dick head pressing against my hole
and I tried to relax as much as possible as he invaded me. I felt
wonderfully full, like I was finally complete as he slowly pressed deeper
into me. Eventually his probing helmet found my prostrate and I groaned
with deep satisfaction. My dick throbbed aggressively. With a quiet grunt
he pushed in deeper. "Oh god yes" I groaned as he began his slowly removal,
and just before he popped free he pushed once more. His rhythm was
tantalizingly slow. And I savoured every careful penetration. Eventually I
couldn't take any more of the pace and begged him to go faster. But he
maintained his slow pace.

"Not yet baby" He whispered into my ear seductively. I pushed against his
groin as another deep probe reached my prostrate. I was groaning now with
heavy lust. He withdrew again and then pounded into me. The force taking me
by surprise and I loose my balance a little and bash into the potting
shed. I loved it. He now began a full assault on my arse. Long, fast,hard
stabs into, whilst he gripped the globes of my buttocks firmly.

"Yes" I gasped over and over, as his pace increased. One of his hands
pushed on my shoulder pinning me to the table ramming me harder and
harder. I reach to my desperately aching dick. But he bats my hand away.

"No, not yet" he growls, "I'm gonna fuck you good first" With wild abandon
he pounds into me. The terracotta pots clinking together like bells
celebrating the occasion. "Your so tight" He comments as he withdraws and
pushes back in.

"Just fuck me" I snap, and he continues his raid. Clinging onto my hips as
if his life counted on it. In and out he went, harder and harder. Then he
stopped, turned me back round, picked me and sat me on potting table. Some
of my old pots go clattering to the floor as he pushes me onto my back and
pulling me back onto his dick. I love watching him as he fucks me. The
determined expression on his face, the distant shadow of wild primal need
hiding in his stunning eyes. His long black curls as they dance about his
face.

"Alex wheres the..." I hear Carol ask as she appears at the shed door, "OH
MY..." She tries to step back and trips over her own feet and cannonballs
into the hedge row. I can hear her swear as she tries to fight free from
the foliage and through the little window I catch a glimpse of her running
through the garden back to the house shouting, "MY EYES!" repeatedly. We
don't stop our fucking, but Ian pins me to the table with his gaze.

"You... think... she... saw... us" He says between gasps and thrusts.

"I... think... so... yes" I respond through grunts of
pleasure. "But... don't... stop" I keep trying to grab hold of my angrily
throbbing dick but Ian won't let me, but deep down inside me I can feel the
tingle begin to rise. My head begins to cloud as the orgasm is
imminent. Ian's assault doesn't wane. The pace is fast and hard, we're both
groaning in unison. I can feel his dick swell with each plunge. He's close
and so am I. Something about this, this union here now after what started
to feel like an age despite only being a few days. "Fuck me. Fuck me!" I
crow, I know this turns him on now, and sure enough moments later as I
repeat the demand his eyes glaze and his thrust lessen as I feel his cum
paint my insides. Despite the lack of wanking or even touching myself in
anyway my own dick starts to spurt and thick streams of white cum sprays
over my shirt. Normally I would be a little angry at this but not today. He
collapses onto me and kisses me passionately, pressing his body against
mine. Transferring the cum from my shirt to his. After we've caught our
breath and disentangle from our embrace I laugh at the silvery stains that
adorn both our clothing.

"Good job I brought some spare clothes isn't it!" He whispers to me. I
smile. He did bring some stuff after all. I quickly glance out the little
shed window, some of my clothes are still drying on the line. I hop off the
table and pull my pants up and peel my sweaty shirt off. "Mmmm, sexy" Ian
says as his eyes explore my naked abdomen hungrily.

"Behave, we've now got to go and apologise to Carol!" Ian chuckles as I
exit the shed and he follows I take down a dry shirt and slip it on,
chucking one of my T-Shirts at him. "Put this on, she'll only freak out
more!" Ian does as instructed and I gather the rest of the washing up,
making sure our soiled clothes are separated. As I enter the kitchen I see
carol sat at the table, Izzy sat on her lap, sipping a large glass of what
looks like whisky. "Sorry Carol" I say sheepishly. She grumbles something
in mock reprieve.

"I don't think I can look at you two in the same way again" She says
eventually as I pop our dirty shirts into the washing machine. "Weren't you
wearing a different... I don't want to know, Carol! You don't want to
know!"

"It's only sex" I say,

"Yeah its only natural" Ian adds.

"Your talking to a veritable nun!" Carol declares, she takes another sip of
whisky, "Nice arse though Ian" she adds with a grin, "I hope you wont be
doing that later, or is that your new party piece?"

"No, no I don't Ryan and Franco would understand" I laugh, "What was it you
were looking for?"

"Ironically" She waves her glass at me, "more glasses" I laugh, "and did
you get the barbecue in the end"

"Erm, no"

"Shall I try and find it or is it unsafe to enter at this moment"

"I'll get it" I reply.

"So unsafe" She laughs, well Ian your staying here, I need you to help me
with the... meat. You seem good at that" She grins. An hour later I've
finally freed the barbecue and got it set up. However I am under strict
instructions not to light it. That is and always will be Carol's
domain. Cooking al fresco is one of Carol's favourite pass times and she
has it to a fine art. Instead we swap our tasks, I continue preparing the
food and she the pyromaniac.

Carol has spent the last our preparing her usual menu, red onion and
haloumi skewers, marinated steaks and huge curls of sausages Mr Perry
supplied us with. I begin preparing the tomato and feta cheese parcels I am
so fond of and cheese and chilli melts. Ian is busying himself with the
drinks. Naturally taste testing them as he goes. His main cocktail being
Sangria a blend of red wine lemonade, brandy, apples, oranges and
lemons. He looks like he's making a vat of the stuff. We also have copious
amounts of gin and tonic, lagers from around the world and vodka and a
small bottle of my favourite drink. Bohemian Absinthe. It's preparation is
an art in its own right and usually my party trick. After a short stay in
Prague and spending most of my weekend break in one of the amazing absinthe
cafés they have I perfected the knack as it were.

It was nearly six o'clock the time everyone was told to arrive. Naturally
knowing my friends and family I didn't expect them till at least
seven. Carol, Ian and I were sat round my garden table sampling the
lovingly prepared sangria when James arrived, shortly followed by Rachel,
Becky, Stuart and Brian. They arrive baring bountiful gifts, predominantly
of the alcoholic variety, but there is some food, in the shape of a
marrow... what am I going to do with that I wonder as I place the obscene
thing in the vege bowl.

I introduce Carol whilst Ian fetches drinks. Becky instantly following him
around like some sick puppy. She quite openly admits to having a huge crush
on him and I find it quite funny really. I instruct them all to keep things
a little toned down tonight because my step brothers coming. Then panic
hit. Ian had used all the lemonade in the sangria. "Arse" I declare, and I
explain the situation. Ryan and Franco are naturally under-age but they are
also incredibly hyperactive on fizzy drinks, which was all I had left
now. It was a strict rule in their house, no cola, no fizzy lemonade just
natural juices. It prevents them, especially Ryan from "climbing up the
walls" as Wendy puts it. I quickly type out a text message to my dad but I
get no answer.

"Alex honestly calm down it's fine I'll ask Lee to pick some up on his way
over he's at work till six, so said he would be here around seven that
should be OK shouldn't it?"

"Erm yeah, course yeah brilliant" I had completely forgotten about Lee, but
then it's not like I could have said to James don't bring Lee, I fucked him
that night a month back and he's a little weird about it could I! Could I?
"No don't be stupid Alex" I say to myself as I hear someone knocking at the
door. It was my dad and family. I greet them warmly, Izzy immediately at
the door investigating the new arrivals. She seemed disappointed to find it
was people she had already met. She been positively ecstatic when James and
that lot had arrived, and now she's in a sulk because everyone's gone
outside, where she cant go. She slinks back off to my mums bedroom.

With this being my mums house, my dad and wendy had never been inside the
house before, well except the other day when my dad dropped me off after we
got back from Newcastle. Wendy commented on how nice it was, and it was
actually I had repainted all the rooms when Carol brought me here. Together
mum and I had turned the little cottage from something that looked like a
pine mill had thrown up in it, into a modern but cosy affair sympathetic to
nearly 200 year old building. I lead them through the house to my pride and
joy, the garden.

Wendy is quite suddenly taken aback by the bountiful vege patch and
blooming boarders. "Oh Alex, you've done a wonderful job here!" She
declares, as she explores the garden, "you know I doubted you would be this
successful but it sure is impressive!" I smile as my dad follows us around,
afterwards I introduce Wendy with James and
everyone. "James... James... not James Portstone, son of Jane?" Wendy says,
James nods, "I used to live on the farm to up from you, how is your is your
mum?" Wendy asks. In Wendy's previous marriage she had lived and worked
locally to Afondiwedd on quite a large and successful farm. In fact just
before my mum bought this place, my dad and Wendy were considering moving
into the town. When I broke the news to them that mum was moving here they
quickly changed their minds.

"She's good, remarried now to Mr Price the florist over in Diddbach" Wendy
smiles nodding. The one thing about North Wales, everyone talks, everyone
knows everyone and it can be a right bastard sometimes, and Wendy knows
most due to her work.

"Well I never!" Wendy declared. After that conversation flowed easily
between everyone. Carol took up her station at the barbecue after nearly
fighting my dad off it. My dad is old school, he believes that at any
barbecue he should be in charge of the fire. However he relents after Wendy
intervenes. We bring out some of Mr Perry's award winning burgers and throw
them on the grill, they sizzle delightfully. I notice Ian is deeply
engrossed in a conversation with the twins probably about some computer
game or something. My dad is discussing with James about the stone masonry
business and Wendy is deep in conversation with the girls. It's all coming
together really nicely. Carol smiles at me.

"We're doing well" She says. Carol like me prides herself on being a good
host, and we love it when a plan comes together. After an hour or so food
is well under way and the booze is gradually being depleted. I note my dad
sneaking Ryan and Franco shandies when Wendy isn't looking.

"Carol" I whisper to her as we're both watching some tomato and feta
parcels sizzle away, "Where's dad and Wendy going to sleep! We dont have
the space and their both drinking!"

"Ah... yeah... they can have your mums bed and I'll sleep in the living
room with the twins"

"You sure?" A thought crosses my mind is it total betrayal if my dad and
his wife sleep in my mums bed? They're already in her house I suppose.

"Yeah sure what's one night on a sofa going to do to me!" I nod. I'll make
one slight change to that idea dad and Wendy are having my bed Ian and I
will stay in mums. I return to the kitchen to retrieve another tray of food
prepared for the barbecue. As I stand in the kitchen trying decide what of
the feast we have prepared next I hear someone knocking at the door. I look
at the clock its half past seven.

Lee. It had to be Lee. Wow had we left him outside for thirty minutes. I
got to the door, glancing out the window as I pass and I can confirm it is
Lee. Now I would be lying if I said I didn't get a flutter of lust. The guy
is attractive. He has a simple raw sexuality. Similar to Ian's but also
different. Fundamentally Lee was my past, Ian even if it sounds crazy is my
future. I love Ian I know that. I've told him so. He's everything I've ever
wanted, he's uncomplicated, friendly, charming, a real guy and a great
fuck. Lee, well Lee is Lee, a very vivid memory for me. A crucial moment in
my childhood. I swing the door open and can instantly tell there's
something wrong. He stinks of alcohol. In fact he's barely vertical, but he
has that amazing drunken ability of somehow defying gravity.

"Hello Alex" He slurs, he leans forward to kiss me and I manage to step out
the way just in time, but I also catch him before he face plants the rough
stone work of the fireplace. I can feel the heat of his body, he looks me
in the eye albeit he couldn't focus. "Alright!" He says as he tries to push
himself off me.

"Lee, what's up" I ask. He looks at me angrily. His green eyes sparkling,
"as if you don't know!" I look blankly at him holding him awkwardly in my
arms. He had that horrible dead weight the kind that's really awkward to
manoeuvre. I'm used to this of course thanks to my training in work, but
still a careful move of a knee here, and a slight change of pressure there
still leaves you as prone as before. Lee makes no effort to move. I don't
know what to do. I decide lets get the cartons of juice out of his hands
first. Careful with my left hand I tease his fingers open and slip the bag
down quietly to the floor. Christ now what am I going to do. I could easily
drag him but well... where would I take him. I try to get him up stairs, he
can sleep it off. I'm struggling to get Lee up the stairs when Carol enters
the living room.

"What the hell?" She asks eyeing me curiously with the prone figure in my
arms.

"Help me get up stairs and I'll explain" Dutifully she grabs his ankle and
helps me carry him up the stairs and we dump him on my mums bed. Carol
looks at me quizzically. "I slept with him. Years ago, and the day before I
met Ian. He's dating Rachel outside... he's not very happy about stuff"

"No shit" Carol states looking at the now unconscious Lee. "You get about a
bit don't you!" she adds.

"Carol!"

"Sorry" she smirks, "well we better let the poor girl know he's here at
least"

"We have to handle this delicately. No one round here knows... about... us"
I point at Lee and myself. Carol nods.

"I'll leave it to you then" I nod. I realise its a bit much expecting Carol
to sort this out she barely knowns either of them. I shrug just another
drama to sort out! Carol and I return to the garden, bearing another tray
of food and another jug of Ian's sangria. Carol returns to the barbecue at
the end of the garden where she had left my dad in charge. With as much
tact I extract Rachel from the crowd and explain in whispers the state Lee
has arrived in.

"WHAT!" She screams angrily. Everyone's conversation stops dead and all
heads turn to us. She storms into the house and up the stairs. James makes
a beeline through the crowds to me.

"What's going on dude?" He asks quietly.

"Lee's turned up blind pissed he's passed out upstairs" I tell him, hell
they might as well all know.

"Oh fuck... this is bad!" I look at James, his responding glimpse is a mix
of things, "Rachel is pregnant" I look blankly at him. His face doesn't
change, but it tells me enough. What the hell have I done. Damn me and my
dick. I let James chase after Rachel whilst I go up to Carol and Ian stood
at the barbecue. My dad and Wendy ask if everything's all right but I fob
them off with a rushed "fine". This is enough to prompt Wendy to enter the
house.

Carol gives me a knowing look. Damn women and their intrinsic perception of
an event. She immediately leaves me alone with Ian. I'm suddenly very
nervous. "There's a bit of a problem!" I say slowly, "Lee's arrived and
he's pissed out of his mind"

"You want me to have a look at him"

"Erm... no that's not it... Rachel, his girlfriend is pregnant, and Lee and
I... we have a history... quite a recent history in fact" Ian's face
suddenly changes from the gentle concerned expression to one of instant
anger.

"You what?!" He demands his voice low but the growl of anger is distinct.

"Not that recent, it was before I met you... a week or so in fact" I look
at him, suddenly very offended, "you think I would cheat on you?" I
demand. He shakes his head.

"Of course not, but... what's... oh" I see the penny drop. "He was with
Rachel when it happened wasn't he"

"Yes"

"Right" I cant read Ian's face. It worries me, I grab his hand, "and you
think its alright to do something like that?" he asks suddenly serious.

"No, no of course not, it was a stupid moment, its... a long story he
hadn't seen each other in years"

"So you thought: I know lets fuck!" Ian spits

"No, not at all, it kind of happened, he instigated it... I know, I know
that's not an excuse. But he was my first, you know I lost my virginity to
him when I was a kid, and it was... anyway that's not the point"

"Why are you telling me this? You want me to clean up your mess?" He
demands his voice still hushed. Those left in the garden are looking at me
and Ian. I feel their eyes burning into me.

"Not at all. No not at all! I just wanted to tell you. In case things got
out of hand!"

"I can't believe this Alex! I thought you were better than this!"

"We all make mistakes" I plead quietly

"Oh we do do we, and what other mistakes have you made Alex, me?"

"No! no not at all! don't be fucking daft!"

"Alex!" Carol calls from the patio doors, she's waving me over. I look at
Ian and he just gestures indifference. As I walk back to the kitchen, I
reflect on Ian's attitude. I thought he would be a bit more... I don't
know. There's a different side to everyone I suppose. This time, I think,
this time I might just have fucked things up. I swallow the fear that
instantly balls in my throat. Carol looks at me when I get into the
kitchen. I can hear shouting up stairs, and Wendy's slow calm talk trying
to disarm the situation. "It's not good" she says as I walk through the
living room. There's a distinct change in me with each pace. I walk into my
mum's bedroom, Lee's sat on the edge of the bed. Rachel is sat on one of my
mums priceless vintage art deco chairs, legs crossed defiantly her face
like thunder. "You did this!" she screams at me.

"Now Rachel, please shouting isn't going to solve anything" Wendy intones.

"Just shut the fuck up you meddling cow!" Rachel bellows, "it's his fault!"
she points an accusatory finger at me. I walk past Wendy apologising in a
calm but determined manner.

"What's the matter Rachel?" I ask, my voice monotone and unemotional. My
eyes fixed on hers unwaveringly.

"You fucked my boyfriend!" I didn't flinch or move my face as still as
rock.

"That might be so but what has that got to do with this?" I ask gesturing
to the pair of them.

"He doesn't fucking love me! He says he doesn't want our baby. He says it's
your fault because you tricked him and fucked him" I raise an eyebrow
slowly. My lips pursed.

"I did no such thing!"

"YES YOU DID" Lee bellows slurring as he stands. He's swaying on his feet,
"you brough' me here and you... you raped me you bastard you raped me!"

"I did not" I can feel it boiling inside. The wild fury I kept bottled up,
the anger the bitterness of all life's disappointments. I could feel it
sledge hammering it's way through my emotional barricades. Lee fixes me a
drunken stare, its a mix of drunkenness, confusion, embarrassment and
hate. He slowly walks towards me swaying as he approaches. My body tensed,
I loved this guy once I try to remind myself.

"Yes you did" he intones, his tone vile and bitter, "you raped me because
you are" he points his finger at my chests and pushes it into my shoulder
forcing me back a few inches with his jab, "nothing but a
dirty... fucking... faggot" each word is punctuated with a sharp prod to my
shoulder. In the corner of my eye I see James approach from a corner of the
room. "You hear me" Lee states, "a dirty... fucking... puff" he prods me
again in the shoulder on the shoulder once more, harder than either of the
other times. Behind me I hear Ian and my dad entering the doorway but it's
too late. Any chance to calm me now is gone. No one, absolutely no one ever
calls me a faggot. I grab his prodding finger and snap it back breaking
it. He screams. Gripping his wrist with my other hand I twist it, forcing
him to the ground. He looks up at me with drunken fury and pain in his
eyes. I introduce my right knee to his face with sudden force. Blood bursts
from his nose. He screams again. Rachel leaps to her feet and runs at
me. James grabs her before she gets to me. "You fucking puff!" Lee spits
through blood whilst writhing in agony on the floor.

I am shaking. I can feel all the hairs begin to rise on the back of my
neck. Something isn't right. My whole body is tense. I can feel a rage
flood through my body like a wave of fierce heat. "Get him out of my house"
I intone, my voice falling like slabs of ice. No one
moves. "Get. Him. Out. Now" I can feel it crackling across my skin. What
the fuck is this. It's surging through me. "Get him out NOW!" I shout every
second I'm growing more anxious and scared. Something is very wrong. The
picture frames on the wall begin to rattle against the wall. The one light
bulb that's on in the room begins to flicker. "NOW!" I bellow. The light
bulb explodes. I don't know what I'm fighting but I know I'm loosing. The
air grows dry and cold. My breath mists before me. Other bigger pieces of
furniture begin to rattle and bang. A window pane cracks. Ian and my dad
appear beside me picking Lee up and carrying him out of the room. Wendy and
James escort Rachel out of the room hurriedly. Rachel's eyes fixed on me in
rage and fear. I cant contain it any more. Raising my hands up, bolts of
blue energy jump from finger to finger. My whole body is shaking
uncontrollably, beads of sweat are pouring down my face. I can't fight it
much longer.

"Alex?" Carol standing behind me places a gentle hand on my shoulder. That
one friendly gesture broke it. The last of my control died, the energy
surged out from me. Carol is sent hurtling back across the room with the
force and smacks the back of her head on the door frame and falls to the
floor unconscious. My mums TV falls to the floor shattering the screen,
books and pictures fly off the walls and shelves. The small chest of draws
falls forward. The occasional flicker of blue energy jumps from my fingers
to some metal here and there. I gradually gain control of my limbs and I
slowly turn. I rush as best I can, a little disorientated, to Carol prone
on the floor. A small pool of blood grows beneath her head.

"IAN!" I bellow my voice cracking with fear and panic, tears pouring down
my face, "IAN!".