Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2008 00:28:56 -0400
From: brandon balkcum <brandonbalkcum@hotmail.com>
Subject: Story of a Teenage Something (Revised)

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Jason! GET YOU ASS IN HERE NOW. Breakfast is ready and you are going to be
late for school.

COMING MOTHER.

Unlike most teens, I do not have the luxury of an alarm clock. So, instead,
I have my wonderful mother to help me get up in the morning. Sometimes I
wish that things were different. My dad left me and my mother when I was
7. He just left one day, out of the blue.  It torn my mother apart when he
left with that bitch of a woman.  Enough reminiscing.  It only makes me
more depressed. My life completely sucks and there is nothing i can do
about it.  I would have killed myself, but i cant leave mother like
that. She is hurting way too much.  I often wonder though if she would
prefer it if i didnt exist. This way she doesnt have a constant reminder in
her house of the man she used to love and the life that she used to have. I
also cant leave Bobby like that. It would hurt him way too much.

I am an only child, so you would think i would have it made. I don't. My
mother is a single parent working two jobs to keep a roof over my head, a
fact that i get reminded of constantly. We don't have any money to do
anything ever.  I could have it worse i guess. I could be homeless. Oh
well. Enough wondering and thinking. It really makes for a bad day.  I
better get up and get dressed before mother comes and makes me get up.

My friend is already up i see. I swear he never goes to sleep. I go to
sleep with a boner, and I wake up with one.  Better do something about
it. So, I run to the bathroom and turn on the water.  While the water is
getting warm, I look at myself in the mirror.  The image staring back at me
isn't a bad one. At least i don't think so.  A Toned, Tan, blond haired boy
of 15.  I think my little friend is impressive too. I mean, I'm only 15 and
looking at him today, he is standing at an impressive 7 inches.  I swear
what does a 15 year old do without a penis to play with? Shit, i got to get
in the shower. Hopping in i lather up real quick...stopping of course to
take care of those special areas.  As i wash my butt, i hover over my
pucker.  It feels so good to me to play with it. Like it is an itch that i
have to scratch.  Next, i move to my cock.  It is still standing up waiting
to be rubbed and caressed.  I carefully start to stroke it.  Thinking back
to all those times i sneaked a peak in the locker room.  Brad with his
chubby little monster, or Carl the 8 inch hydra.  OHHHH Man, does this feel
good. I start to rub fast, with more determination than before. I start to
get that sensation in my loins. I start to stroke faster, and faster.. Oh
it feels so good in the warm water.  Here it comes, the lava burst of white
cream that i love so much.  Oh.....And with that, jet after jet of liquid
gold shoot forth and splatter on the wall of the shower.

Turning the water off, i dry off and stroll back to my room. I throw on my
usual jeans and a T-shirt. I feel like going commando today. normally i
like to wear some sexy boxer-briefs or briefs, but today i feel a little
liberated, so...FREE BALLIN BABY. OH SHIT...7:30, I have got to go, no time
for breakfast now. Shit! I run to the kitchen and kiss mom on the shoulder,
grab some buttered toast and jet. I told bobby i would meet him this
morning to talk about plans for Sunday. Bobby and i have this ritual. We
always spend Sunday together. We developed this ritual after a feud we had
over a girl. It was a stupid fight, but hey, we were 12.  So we decided
that we would always spend Sunday together. Our parents relented at first
saying that we already spent too much time together, but they realized
after countless fights that they could not separate us. I arrived at school
in just under ten minutes to find Bobby waiting for me at the usual spot.

I guess i should take a minute to explain about Bobby. He has been my best
friend ever since grade school. He moved here when he was 7 from North
Carolina because his Dad accepted a promotion with his company that
required him to move.  Needless to say at age 7 i realized he needed a
friend.  So, i decided to be that friend. And boy did we hit it off big
time. We did have a lot of fun when we were little boys what with having
sleepovers, campouts in the backyard, and all those fun things boys do when
they are young and innocent.  Now that we are older, those silly things we
don't do as much anymore. It is not because we grew out of them, but
because I discovered a secret about myself.  I am gay. I mean, i came to
grips with it a long time ago, well 2 years. I realized i was gay at 13. I
woke up one morning and went to school, like everything was normal. Except
that when i saw Bobby, it looked as if he had changed.  Like he had this
glow about him that emanated love to everyone around him, well...me.  I
fell in love with him. It has been a hard secret to carry on my
shoulder. But i value his friendship way too much to risk losing him now.

I beat off to him almost every night.  Sometimes i switch it up with the
images from gym, but he is a constant factor in my boners at school, and at
home.

Yo, Bobby. How's it hanging.

"A little low and to the left."

Funny. Hey did you do the assignment for Mrs. Telmar. About the liver on
the frog.

No. but i was hoping you did, so i could copy.

DAMMIT!!! Shit shit shit, and she is not going to give me an extension this
time. My mother is going to kill me when she sees my progress report. Fuck.

"It could be worse, your dad could come in and beat you to a bloody pulp
because you didn't clean your room."

See, i should explain something. Bobby's dad is an alcoholic.  He used to
be okay, but ever since they have moved he has become violent.  I guess it
is the stress of running the regional branch of this company he works for
that does it.  Bobby is constantly telling me about his home life.  But i
swear if it hadn't been for our bond, he would be completely useless.

We made our way to the library to try and work on our biology homework
before class started.

Bobby, ill meet you there. I need to stop by he little boys room.

K.

I went up to the urinal to pee. and as soon as i unzipped my pants i heard
the door open. I didn't think nothing of it.  I mean, not that many people
are here at this hour of the morning.  As soon as i had that thought..


"Wassup faggot. come in for a little jerk session before class. why don't
you come suck on me."

Great.  Billy and his cronies. This I do not need.

"Billy, I'm not a faggot, and I'm not sucking your penis. So get lost
okay."

"Fine then. How about i beat you to a pulp?"

"why don't you go fuck yourself.  I really don't like the way you push me
around all the time." Did I just say that?

"Well, if you weren't such a god damn fairy, then i wouldn't have to. You
know it is people like you that is the reason the world is so fucked up."

"No, it is people like you that is why the world is so fucked up. Get
Lost!"

I tried to push past them and get to the library with a teacher there.  But
Billy had other plans. He proceeded to punch me in the stomach and pushed
me into the wall.

"Bitch, this is a warning. IF you ever speak to me like that again, You
will not speak again. YOU HEAR ME FAGGOT?"

God, why do i get this kind of torture? I did not do anything to anybody.
I just am who i am. I don't deserve this.

"Bobby, did you fall in?"

"I got jumped.  Billy again. Dammit. I'm so sick of this."

"Lets go find someone. Tell them what happened?"

No, i think i will just let it ride. He can only get me at school. That
asshole will pay one day. I SWEAR.

RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Shit, class...BIOLOGY Work.. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK...

"Bobby, Jason...i didn't receive you homework. Where is it?

" Mrs. Telmar...we umm...kinda left it at home. May we.

"NO. ZERO BOTH OF YOU, SEE ME AFTER CLASS."


School went as well as it can. All my periods were the same. Teachers
yelling at me.  Gym Class sucked. Billy has that class with me, so he made
sure to make it a living hell.  Bobby is the only sane part of my
day. EVER. I swear sometime...it is all just too much.  I met Bobby at his
locker. He was talking with this girl. I swear every time i see him with a
girl, i just want to vomit. He is of course single. But it is a wonder why?
I mean he is every girls dream.  He is like one of those Abercrombie
Models.  You know the type. Perfect complexion, nice swimmers
body. Washboard abs, golden brown hair. Mesmerizing blue eyes. I melt every
time i see him.

"BOBBY!! What's going on.  How was art?"

"Well, we did clay today. So, of course i sucked at it. I Swear Mr. Borne
love to rub the fact that i have no artistic talent to the rest of the
class. He belittles me all the damn time. I should bring him up to the
principal. But she would just say that I'm being stupid and send me on my
way."

"Yeah, i cant wait to get out of this fucking school. Who was that girl you
were talking to?"

"Oh, Becky. She came over to ask me out."

"Really. Sigh...Well, you could do worse...i mean, she may wear glasses but
at least she is built."

"Umm...not interested. So what we doing tonight?"

"Mom wants to take me out to dinner. Which means McDonalds again."

"Yeah, at least your mom doesn't drink her problems away.  My dad and my
mother are both fucking drunks and they make my life hell because of
it. Well, i guess ill see you on Sunday then?"

"Yeah, we can maybe get our homework done."

"Later dude."

The walk home sucked too. The kids in this town are so fucking cruel. I
mean, what would possess a person to take a perfectly good milkshake and
toss it out the window at a perfect stranger? Then when i get to my house,
mom is actually home for once. She took the afternoon off to take me out to
eat.  But no how are you honey, or kiss on the face that makes me
embarrassed and say "mom," no none of that, only...

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO YOUR CLOTHES?  I spent good money at Wal-Mart
for those clothes not to have you staining it with fucking milkshake. You
want to tell me what happened young man?"

"Yeah i want to tell you...you know what..nevermind. I'm sorry mother."

"You better be sorry. Now i know you have plans on Sunday, but your going
to have to stay home. I cant say why, but i have to leave the house and i
need you to stay here for me. And that is an order."

"BUT MOM, I'm suppose to hang out with bobby on Sunday, you know that. WHAT
THE FUCK."

SMACK...

Don't you ever cuss at me like that boy.  You will respect me.  And i don't
care what you have planned with that boy.  You will stay here and that is
final.

But i cant go to his house tomorrow he is going out with his parents. what
the f...i mean, what the h...what am i suppose to do all weekend, knit?

Talk to me like that ONE MORE TIME and you won't be doing anything except
sitting in your room for the rest of the year. DO YOU HEAR ME?

Yes ma'am.

Good, now, go clean up and change clothes, we are going out to eat.

Yes ma`am.

This is the reason i want to kill myself. I figured i should call bobby and
tell him about our weekend, or should i say lack of a weekend.

Bobby, i can't come over Sunday. Mom told me i have to stay home.

What? Why? I had a wonderful afternoon planned of being lazy and playing
Nintendo. (used from a yard sell, bobby didn't own the PS3, or any those,
just the old Nintendo. worked fine for us poor kids.)

well, I cant. You know how my mom is, if i go. she is gonna flip.

Fine. We can postpone it i guess.

Ill talk to you on Monday.

Friday night also sucked. It was by far the worst night of my life, much
worse than when my father walked.

My mother took me out to eat.  McDonalds as usual, and i was only allowed
dollar menu. WTF, how you gonna take your child out to eat and tell him he
can only get 3 dollars worth of food?  I swear, if she wasn't my mother, i
would be gone as quick as you can say overdose.  When we came home, my
mother left.  Lord knows where she went. I wonder about her sometimes. If i
cared.  I spent the night watching TV. Stupid fucking sitcoms, and retarded
80s movies on TBS.  That is when i made a fatal mistake, forgetting to lock
my door.  I went to bed and as usual had a boner.  So i took care of it.
Laying there with nothing on, in the darkness.  Images of bobby in his
briefs came over me like a wave of pleasure.

I sat there, touching myself. rubbing my stomach, and pinching my nipples.
Bobby is so sexy. The love i have for him knows no bounds, and the lust
also.  I sometimes think what it would be like with his prick stuffed in my
like a turkey.  Moaning with each other, grinding into me...

Bobby, please fuck me, i need you in me...

I love you Jason, your ass feels so soft and tight. are you sure you want
this.

I want it like I've never wanted anything else. I need your manhood in me
NOW FUCK ME JASON!!!

Sticking his head around my pucker.  It is these images that run through my
mind while i finger my ass.  It feels so good to think that there may be a
chance someday at one of those sleepovers that i could really have him in
me.  My ass feels so tight around my fingers and the precum dripping from
my cock makes the session much more exhilarating.

Jason, ohh....god, your so tight.

He pushes deep into me.  With no pain, the experience would be so much
better.

Bobby, fuck me harder, oh please, harder. I need you to fill me with your
seed. Now...OHhhh..

OHHh Jason, this feel great. I'm not going to last much more longer.

I sit in the moonlight stroking my cock faster and harder as the images of
Bobby's cock filling me send that all to familiar signal that I'm close.  I
stroke, harder. More furiously than i ever have.

"OH! Bobby." I scream.

"Jason, honey are you okay. What are you doing in there"

And just as the jets of love shoot forth from my cock, my mother burst in
my room.

"You were beating off. AND TO A GUY. TO Bobby. That is it you stupid
queer. You are never seeing him again. If i catch you anywhere near him,
you will leave this house. She slams the door.

I stayed locked up at home all Saturday.  My mother forbiding me to go
anywhere.  She told me that she was going to find a way to cure me of that
stupid gay disease. She sat and stared at me all damn day. She also took
the door off my room? I mean a teenage boy needs his privacy.  It is the
biggest disaster of a weekend EVER.  Saturday night as i lay in bed with a
raging boner and no way to take care of it i decided that tomorrow i was
going to Bobby's House com hell or high water.

I woke up Sunday morning to my mother yelling at me YET AGAIN.

"GET UP GET UP GET UP.  we are going to church, put on the best clothes you
can find. you need to be ready in ten minutes. And i don't want any excuses
or anything. You are going. We are going to sit down with the priest and
work something out. I will not have a queer for a son."

Church was a fun event. Note: Sarcasm!  We met with the priest after the
service.

So Bonnie, nice to see you coming to church again.

Well, i have a problem and i figured now is a good time to renew my faith.
My son, i don't know what to do with him. I caught him...masturbating. With
a guy..

MOM!! I wasn't with him.

Shut up son, your mother is talking. Now Bonnie, tell me. What can i help
with. What can i do to help wash these devils out of his soul?

And the meeting went just like that. The rest of my teenage years were
planned out for me in front of my eyes. Church Home School Church Home
School with a little sleep thrown in.

when we got home finally from church my mother said she was going to go lay
down.

"And don't think about going anywhere.  You will sit in your room until i
get up."

She laid down on the couch. in about thirty minutes she was snoring
loudly. I figured now was my chance. I snuck out. Yeah i know I should have
listened to that witch, but what else was i suppose to do. I cant stay
cooped up on a wonderful sunny Sunday afternoon. I would catch hell from
it, but i figured it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

I Proceeded to Bobby's House.  At least i could hide out there for a little
while until my mother woke up.

when i got to Bobby's house it looked like his parents weren't home. No, if
his parents aren't home, i always just walk in.  I mean that is how we
roll.  NO modesty with us.  We have been through so much that knocking is
like wrong.  SO i walked on in. It would be one of the best mistakes i ever
made.

I went to his room .  I hear some noises coming from the room.  I figured
he was watching some porn. It would be too funny and also erotic to catch
him beating off while alone. I opened the door and Shock rose to my
face. That and a mixture of HATRED, ANGER, and also Joy. I don't understand
how people can live through their teenage years and feel all these emotions
without BURSTING.  There was my best friend and secret love Making out with
Greg from the soccer team. I couldn't take it. I had to get out of there.
            Now you are probably wondering, why I am so torn up over the
love of my teenage life. Ill tell you why. I have lusted after him for so
long. AND now i find out he was at least bi, if not gay the whole time. And
i missed my chance at a life with him. How much more can one person take. I
have got to do something. Hangman's Pointe. PERFECT. And with that idea in
my head, i bolted.  I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.  I heard him
screaming my name to come back, but i couldn't. The pain was too much. I
didn't even have tears for it. I was blank inside. Like all the love i ever
shared for anyone was sucked out.

I ran and ran and ran.  I didn't stop. My lungs were telling me to
stop. That my body was not built for this extreme running.  But i didn't
care i had to do this. It is the only way .

Finally i reached Hangman's Pointe later on, sometime after dark.. This was
the place to go to do illicit activities without being bothered by people
or cops or anyone else for that matter.  The cops didn't come here because
they cant get here. You have to travel through some pretty nasty woods to
get to the Pointe.  Of course there is a small path, but...The cops in this
town don't get paid enough to go traipsing through the jungle of suburban
America to catch some stupid teens going at it.  Now the point itself is a
cliff. Overlooking a lake. The cliff shoots out of the small lake about 50
feet.  It is a wonder to me why we never hear of people jumping from it,
but all that will change after today.

Jason, STOP!!! PLEASE DONT DO THIS.. I can explain.

No need to explain bobby.

NO

Look, I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. I have wanted to tell you
for so long but I wasn't sure how you would take it. Your friendship to me
means a lot.  I will understand if you don't want to talk to me ever
again. I am so sorry.

And with that, he turned and left.

`Bobby, wait..."

"Yes Jason?"

"I left because i was jealous, and angry. Not because your bi or gay or
whatever you are. That doesn't matter to me. Truth is, I'm gay too. But I
cant be a friend to you anymore. I love you too much.  I cant be with you
and not have you knowing that i could. I was honestly, fine not knowing.  I
know it sounds strange. My life sucks and you were the only light in it. I
cant do this anymore.

Bobby, please don't do this. Please.

No, I cant...i....I just cant do it, I'm not strong enough.

And with that said, i Jumped.

Well. thank you for reading the revised version of Story of a Teenage
Something. I felt that what i had wrote before wasn't doing justice to
where i wanted this story to go, so i rewrote it.  don't worry...It will be
just as good. I promise. And thanks to Mr. Editor (name changed to protect
anonymity) for helping me revamp, no pun intended, my story and also with
the grammar as im horrible with it. Second chapter is already int eh works
and will be out soon. Comments Suggestions or Concerns Email to
BrandonBalkcum@hotmail.com







Bobby, please don't do this.  Please.

No, I Cant...I...I just cant do it. I am not strong enough.

And with that said. I Jumped.

Before I had gone more than a foot a hand shot out and grabbed me, lifted
me straight up in the air, and sat me back down in the dirt.  I quickly
looked up to see a shadowy figured towering above me.  He was maybe 6'3" at
the most and was kind of cute for an older guy. He had golden, almost
white, blond hair, a pale almost ashen complexion, and deep blue eyes
sparkling like the ocean.  He was wearing a suit.  Nice baby blue shirt
underneath a light black blazer.  Black tie to boot.  He looked hot I must
say. If I wasn't so caught up in Bobby's Secret and my own little demons, I
would have smiled at him.

WHAT THE HELL! Why the Fuck did you do that.  I ...oh, never mind.  Im just
a kid.  I cant handle all this betrayal and shit. Bobby, I cant be friends
with you anymore. You can go on and do your thing with the new guy and I
will just waste away. And by the way, Who the Hell are you?

Mr. ummm...Mystery, Thanks. He doesn't realize yet that he has much more to
live for than he thinks.

"Well Boys. I have been watching both of you for quite some time.  I know a
little bit more about both of you than even you do.  I just thought that at
some time you would need a little help.  Both of your lives are pure shit.

Look Mister.  Im done with this conversation, and with both of you.  Im
Gone, I can mos def drown myself in the shower, or slit my wrist later when
mother is passed out on the couch.  Bye Bobby, have a good life.

I was in a such a foul mood, that I didn't even care who he was.  I didn't
want to thank him for saving my life, hell I didn't want it no
more. Anything was better thank this life I was given. Even Death.  So with
that being said I started to walk a little ways away.

"Jason, I want to help you get away from this cursed life."

What the fuck is he talking about.  "How can you help me?"

Mister, im sorry.  I am really thankful that you helped my friend, but you
are really starting to creep me out.  I mean it is eight o clock at
night. You shouldn't be out here stalking little boys.  So, if it is okay
with you, I will take my friend home, and just leave you
to...well...whatever it is you do.  Again thanks for the help.

Cmon Jason...

NO! GET YOU HAND OFF ME.  I can not go with you. I am leaving alone.  Don't
you GET IT.

JASON, YOU ARE BEING DUMB.  I'm not with the other boy.  He kissed me and I
was about to push him away when you walked in. I want to be with you. I
HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE WITH YOU. SINCE WE WERE LITTLE KIDS. SO shut up
feeling so damn sorry for yourself, grow a pair, and fucking kiss me
already.

"...what..." replied Jason.

Come here.

Suddenly, my insides were so much better. Suddenly I felt like I had
something, even if it was this one thing, to live for.  I mean the boi that
I have wanted for forever is kissing me.  And not just one of those pecks
on the cheeks, but a kiss. A real life, tongue in mouth, slobbering all
over each other KISS!!

About the time he pulled away the older gentleman coughed, you know one of
those fake announce your presence coughs.

We both turned full round staring at him in the eye and without a moments
hesitation on cue we both belted out

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT CREEPSTER!!!!"

"Well, I was just going to say, that since you too finally discovered what
I have known for about 3 months now, can I explain the real reason I am
here."

"If we let you explain what you want, will you let us go. Oh, and stop
following us. That is stalkerish behavior. If we weren't in this small ass
town, I would prolly be a little scared."

"Well Boys, I was going to tell you both something.  I have been following
you because im lonely and wanted to pick a candidate with just the right
stuff.  I wanted a traveling companion, even if it would be for a short
period of time.  So, I Picked you kids."

"Look, your not making any sense mister. Can we go now?"

"Let me just explain this.  This is the first time I've ever done this
so...im a little nervous to tell you the truth.  I want to make you
creatures of the night.  I want to make you guys immortal Vampires."

This guy is nuts.  He must have escaped from the loony bin or something.  I
think that me and Bobby need to get out of here.  But how do I tell Bobby
with out Mystery Knowing. Oh yeah. I know.!!!

BOBBY RUN!!!

So we both ran.  We Ran for all we had. But during out flight of terror, we
realized that we ran in the wrong direction.  We were running deeper into
the forest.  Now the crazy madman was sure to get us.

"Jason, please...I think we lost him. I think"

"No, I think we lost us, and didn't lose him"

As I turned around, I saw him still standing just as erect as he was
before.  In the woods he didn't look as hot as he did in the
moonlight. Here he looked scary, all dark and terrifying. He wasn't even
out of breath. We ran for what seemed like miles and he had caught up to us
in no time at all.  Like he was right behind us the whole time.

"Okay, boys.  I wanted to explain what I was going to do so as to make this
easier, but as you seem to want to Run from me, I can just do this MY way."

Everything happened in such a flash, that I hardly had time to comprehend
anything.  He leaped, it seemed like anyways, over to where Bobby was
standing.  He lunged his mouth onto his neck and bit, did he bite him???
Then Bobby Passed out.  As soon as I realized bobby was passed out on the
ground, he lunged at me. I didn't have time to run before I passed out.

When I woke up, it was still dark and boy did my neck HURT!!!.  I reached
up and felt for my neck.  I had two little holes close together on the left
side of my neck.  I looked over to see if Bobby was there.  He was laying
right where he should have been, only he was standing facing me., or so I
thought.  I looked past me and there he was. Mr. Mystery still here. I
thought killers left when they slayed their victims.  I guess he realized
we were not dead. He just wanted to toy with us some more.

"Boys listen to me. We don't have a lot of time, as the sun will be up
soon.  Drink, Drink from my arm, HURRY."

"HUH?"  I said.  I was still a little dreary from the assault on my body I
wasn't comprehending what this guy was saying. But it didn't matter, as
soon as he said it, he brought his wrist up to Bobby's mouth and to my
surprise bobby drank it.  I had to rub my eyes to make sure this was
happening, that is was real.


After what seemed like forever, but in reality it was probably only like a
couple of minutes, he took his wrist out of Bobby's mouth and brought it to
mine. If this man thought I was going to drink his wrist, he had another
think coming. I am going to...  That is when I smelled it. I couldn't tell
you what that smell was, but it smelled so good. It smelled like a thousand
turkeys on a table. Lined up all for me.  Like there were fifty cakes all
lined up throughout the house with all the windows open.  I could only
think of one thing THAT SMELL. It was coming from mystery's wrist...GOD, I
HAVE GOT TO GET IT...

I reached up and grabbed his wrist.  Then I Latched onto his arm like iot
was going to vanish at the thought of drinking from that fountain of gold.
It was so good. I drank and drank and drank.  I would have kept on
drinking, but he shoved me back on the ground.

"Your never going to get me to drink from your arm.  What do you take me
for a fool. Come on bobby, lets get out of here. This guy is a fucking
loony."

"Okay boys, fine. Go, but I warned you."

Bobby and I walked back to our house. We didn't say much. It was mostly
silence as we walked back to our neighborhood.  When we got back to
intersection that led to our houses, we promised each other, to not speak
of the events of this night, as most people would think we were crazy.  I
finished walking back to the apartment.I slowly made my way up the steps
and walked to the apartment.  I was so worn out from the day.  I couldn't
think of much except, Bobby could be gay, or at the very least, bi.  This
was good. So why was I so exhausted from all this.  Then to top it off, we
were attacked out of nowhere by a strange man.

When I opened the front door, My mother was sitting up, waiting for me. If
looks could kill, I would be six, no, eight feet under.  I am not in the
mood for this tonight.

"Don't talk to me woman.  I don't want to hear it right now. I have had the
day from hell. If you want to yell at me, send me away to a concentration
camp or whatever. You can do it tomorrow. I know you don't love your faggot
ass son.  How about this, I will leave.  You wont see me again, let me just
get one NIGHT OF PEACEFUL GOD DAMN SLEEP. CAN YOU DO THAT."

To say she was flabbergasted was a complete understatement.  She stood
there with her mouth open and her tongue out. She was dumbstruck. I just
pushed past her and made a B-Line to the bed.  I plopped down, and as soon
as my head hit the pillow, I passed out for the second time that day.

When I awoke, I saw the sun hitting the pillow next to my head.  I figured
it was still early, since my mother hadn't raided my room to wake me
up. Good I thought, I've got more time to sleep.  So I rolled over and was
going to try and get more sleep.  But my head hit the sunlight and a
powerful stabbing pain shot through my head.  It was like the worst
headache I've ever had times ten.  I couldn't stand it any longer.  I got
up and put some clothes on.  My head eased off a bit, but as I was getting
dressed I walked in front of the window and it happened again.  I guess
shades were in order for the day.  Maybe my ordeal from last night left me
more tired than I thought.  I guess I should have gotten in sooner to get
more rest.  Oh well,

I hoped in the shower and noticed that the holes in my neck were
gone. Weird huh. I finished my shower and was out in less than five
minutes.  My mother was awake by the time I got out. She didn't say a
word. Finally as I walked out, I looked back at her. "I will be gone when
you get home from work. All my things will be gone. And you wont have to
worry about me Ever again."

I left. Headed for the only place that might make sense- Bobby's house. It
was still a little early to be going to school.  As I was walking down the
road, I saw a boy, huddled in a ball by a tree.  As I got closer I
realized, it was Bobby!!!

"Bobby, OMG Bobby, what is wrong"

"My dad...heee..." he sobbed out.

It is okay Bobby, im here...just tell me what happened, are you hurt." I
said.

"No, I don't know..maybe. Ive got this humongous headache from where he
punched me in my eye. I just...omg...I have no place to go."

Why?  What happened?"

"Well, I went home last night, and my dad was waiting up for me. As soon as
I walked in the door he punched me in the eye. He told me that he knew all
about me. He called me a faggot, a cocksucker, every mean and foul name on
the planet. He yanked my house key from me and shoved a backpack my way and
told me to get the hell out and to not come back. I have no place to go
Jason."

Bobby was all tears.  I didn't know what to do.  I mean, I had nowhere to
go.  How was I suppose to help this poor thing, my best friend, maybe even
a lover? Partner? How was I going to be a good partner when I couldn't not
protect him from his own father?  All this on top of a big ass headache
that will not GO THE HELL AWAY.. All too frustrating.

"Jason, I cant take this. This pain in my head is too much."

"It is okay, we will figure something out."

"I have a plan." replied the man from last night.

What are you doing here. Don't you have more kids to attack in the dead of
night?

"Well, if you will listen to me for half a second. You know im starting to
wonder why I picked you.  The other boy doesn't have a big ass mouth like
you."

"Well, get the fuck out of here, we are going through some problems and we
dont need you fucking it all up."

"As if it could get more fucked up. Look I picked you because you had suck
shitty lives, I thought maybe you would want an alternative to the life you
were living. I can provide a new existence for you two, one yall might find
a little more attractive than whoring your bodies out to stranger for
money.  Now, are you going to at least listen to a word I have to say or
are you just going to continue back talking me like im some stupid ass
stranger. You want to know why your head hurts like a train just went
through you brain?

As Bobby was still sitting on the ground bawling, I looked at the stranger
and just nodded my head.

"Good, but can we get off the street first, this sunlight is killing me."

"fine, where do you suggest we go mister as we both don't have a place to
go except school, which is prolly not a good idea at the moment.

"How about we get some coffee?"

"fine. Come on bobby, lets go get some coffee. It is your treat right
mister?"

"whatever, lets go.

We walked to the coffee shop downtown.  It was a short journey as the
apartment complex wasn't that far from the downtown, where the coffee shop
was located.  We walked in and took a booth in the back. This was a good
place to be in the morning. It was busy with people going to work, stopping
by to get that morning pick-me-up.  A Quaint little place.  A place you
would find in the middle of a small town. The kinda place you get all the
latest gossip from.  It had some booths, and a couple of tables and chairs
outside. It had a newstand in the back right beside a couple of booths. You
could heat the churn of the expresso machine and the grind of coffee beans.
A short, fat woman woman in her thirties walked up to the booth. She looked
a little frazzled herself. Perfect for a couple of boys with nowhere to go.

"Whatcha Getting Hun?"

"Can I have two cups of coffee and a cup of your finest hot tea?"

With the order placed, she walked back to the counter to fill the order.
Now it was time for the man to speak.

"So, mister, what is on your mind., how can you help us." I said with mock
interest.

"Ok, I think we started out on the wrong foot. My name is Nigel, and I am a
vampire, and a lonely one at that."

"Vampires don't exist. They DON'T. So quit with the vampire bullshit. Just
tell me how we can help."

"Son, you are wrong. They do exist and I can prove it. See that woman
across the street. See she is holding a newspaper? Look at her closely,
especially at the newspaper."

Ina flash he was gone and back in the time it took to blink, and he now had
a newspaper.  I looked back at the woman and she didn't have the paper
anymore. She had a rather blank and curious look about her as she was
looking to see where her paper went to.

"Okay, neat trick. How did you do it?"

"It is one of our talents, or should I say gifts. I wanted to give you
these gifts.

And then from out of the blue, Bobby came back to life.

"Mister, Nigel is it, What do you want us to do.  What is the point. Ive
got no home to go to, and no way to make money, no way to feed myself, no
way to get a job. My father will make sure of that in this town. So tell
me, what can you do for us? HUH, what is your grand scheme?"

"Come with me. We will venture to a place called Grandfather Mountain. Ever
Heard of it?"

"No" we both answered.

"Good, it is a long journey for you too.  It would be faster if you weren't
so young, but as you cant run yet we will have to take a train. Grandfather
Mountain is located in North Carolina. We are about 6 days by train away
from it. So, what do you day. Come with?

"Why are we going to this "Grandfather Mountain?" Bobby questioned.

"Because this is the place where you learn what you need to learn. About
vampires. You have to. I made you a vampire last night. After you sucked on
my blood you started to change.  And since you are now a vampire, then you
must go and see out governing body, called "The High Council of the
Brotherhood. If you don't, you will be hunted down and killed. There is no
way around it."

"How about we finish our coffee and then we shall see." stated Bobby.

"Sir, can you excuse me and bobby please." I said.

`No problem. Discuss it. Ill go sit in that other booth.

This is crazy. This is nuts, how can this be happening?

"Well, I figure we can go with him. He is willing to take us to North
Carolina. That means free tickets to another location. We could find work
there and well, go from there."

"Bobby, are you gay?"

"Yes. I thought we were past that."

"You know I have wanted you since I first knew I was gay. You have been the
object of my desire in every dream ive had since I was 12.  I cant be with
you if I cant be with you. Doesn't that even make sense."

"Jason, Shut up. I want to be with you too, that is what I was trying to
tell you before all this happened. I also love you, and want to be with
you."

"So, your saying you do want to be with me. Then my choice is simple, lets
see how far this guy takes us and...well...whatever happens, happens."

"Sirs, we need to be leaving if we are to catch the bus to Detroit."

"okay Nigel, Lead the way."

And with that we started on our way to the bus station.  Off to a better
life, or a worse life. But how can you get any worse than what we already
had.  We made our way to the bus depot almost in quiet. Nigel wasn't a
talker. Everytime we asked him questions about anything, he would just
reply "Soon enough, your questions will be answered."  It got rather
annoying after so many questions, that we just quit asking them.

He bought us the tickets and we boarded the bus. As I was sitting there
staring our the window of the bus, watching the people go to and fro, I
wondered how things in my life got this bad this quick.  It gave me a
shudder just to think that things could be different.  There was no going
back to our old life, with our old friends, hanging out at the same old
places.

Pretty soon the bus was underway.  We were headed for the big city of
Detroit.  Motown.  During our trip, I tried to figure out how it is
possible for the "creatures of the night" to exist.  I mean, come on, they
cant exist. But yet they seemed to be real.  Nigel certainly thought they
were real. But he wouldn't answer my questions.  It was a real pain in the
ass to be honest.  About 3 hours later, we arrived at the train station in
Detroit. The train station was a sight for my small town eyes.  Loads of
people moving here and there and back again. It was all a little
overwhelming.

"Okay boys, I'm going to go get our tickets Stay right here and don't do
anything stupid."

He left to go to the ticket counter.  It was all a little bit much for
me. Bobby and I Stood there looking at all the people.  The business man
talking on his cell phone, or the old lady pushing her grandson to the
train to met his parents..  The family leaving for vacation, or going back
home from vacation. Either way. Or the guy rushing to the bathroom because
he just cut his finger...All that blood...MMMMMM

"Jason, where are you going. Stop. Nigel told us to stay put remember."

What the hell does he know. He didn't see all that delicious blood.  I must
have it.  I followed the guy all the way to the bathroom. I didn't want the
people out there to think I was crazy, attacking a guy in the midst of al
the hustle and bustle, so I quietly and discreetly followed him. Like I was
on a James Bond mission or something.

"where did Jason go?"

I have no clue Nigel.  He just rushed after some guy. I think they were
headed to the bathroom. "

"Damn, I think I know what happened, come on."

We rushed at breakneck speed(for humans that is) to the nearest men's room.
When we opened the door I swaw the most horrific sight ever.  Jason was on
the floor over the body of a man in his fourties.  There was blood all over
the floor around the body and the mans wrist was torn all to hell and
back. It looked like Jason just ripped into his vein in the arm of the guy.
It was horrible.

"Jason, we have to go. NOW!"

"But, im not finished, he has so much more to give me."

"He is dry.  There is nothing left, and we don't need to draw attention to
ourselves. Lets just go before someone comes along. Come on, the train is
boarding in 5 minutes.  Just let me put the body in the last stall and
clean up the blood. Please, and hurry.."

In a matter of minutes he had the whole bathroom clean and the boddy
stashed. He lifted the body of the floor next to me like it was a rag doll.
Took him to the stall and wiped the floor clean.  We left and headed out
onto the platform. People were already starting to baord the train, so we
boarded also and made our way to the car we were put in.  Nigel got us a
private car so that we could talk without nosey people listening in.

The train started and got louder as it moved down the tracks.  Pretty soon
we were out of Detroit headed towards our destination.  I didn't want to
say a word as I was too embarrassed to talk.  Why did I do that. I just
killed a man and felt no remorse at all.  How is that possible. What is
happening to me. Nigel brought me out of my thoughts.

"okay boys, let me explain something I should have told you before we went
out in public.  For the next couple of days, until you feed properly, you
are going to go crazy at the site or smell of blood. You are a vampire, so
get used to it.  But, while your bodies are transforming on the inside, you
are going to need blood to sustain the change.  That is why that happened
Jason.  Don't feel bad or embarrassed. You may also be wondering why you
feel no remorse. Well, you have to understand, we are on a higher level of
the food chain. Therefore as part of being a vampire, you loose the
humanity. You are no longer human, so get used to it.  You will eventually
loose that feeling in you right now.  That you should feel bad, but
don't. Don't worry about it."

"But, I killed him."

"Actually, you didn't. You didn't drain all his blood. He will wake up,
prolly right about now, and feel a little light headed and disappointed he
missed his train. But that is about it. From now own, you cant go off on
your own. Not until we feed, which we will do when we get of the train in
Raleigh.  When we are done feeding, I think you should be able to run with
me. We should be in Grandfather Mountain in a few days.  So, rest
okay. Every thing else will make sense in a few days.

The rest of the journey to Raleigh was very uneventful, bordering on
boredom the entire time.  When we finally reached Raleigh, it was a little
after Midnight. Not as big as Detroit, it was still a big city.  It was a
really pretty place.  Im kind of glad that we were in this place, so that
when Nigel finally ditched us, we were in a pretty place.

"Welcome to the Capitol of North Carolina.  Really nice play, with great
southern hospitality."

And as soon as Nigel got those words out of his mouth, a young boy shoved
past us and yelled back "WATCH IT ASSHOLE."

What a great place to be at, hahaha.

"So Nigel, how long until we reach Grandfather Mountain." queried bobby

Prolly about a week.  First we need to get you two fed, well again for you
Jason.  Then we are walking the rest of the way. "

"What, walking?  Why?

Because Jason, we need to stay under the radar.  Also, things go a lot
faster when you go the rough route, if you will.  We will be traveling
through swamps, mountains, forests and lagoons.  But the trip shouldn't
take to long. You both will get stronger as you feed. So lets go feed shall
we...im hungry.

We went to the clubbing part of town to hunt.  It was real dark. Nigel told
us to stay on the back alleyways and roadways of the city.

"Now boys, listen and listen good.  This isn't going to be difficult for
you.  As soon as you smell the blood you'll be able to go through with it
as your body will go into a sort of bloodlust.  Getting there is the tough
part, as you have some of your humanity left."

"All you have to do is sneak up on him., This isn't going to be too hard
because you will be lighter than air. Your vampire body will go into hunt
mode for lack of a better term."

"what next oh wise one...snicker"

"Well, oh smartass, next once you sneak up on him, as he wont see you until
you are right up on him, try to seduce the person get them to make you want
to be close to them. Or you could try for the "scared shitless"
approach. But I would recommend that one for when you have hunter a few
times.  Again, your hunting mode will help you accomplish his goal."

"Then just go for the neck, or really any artery that pumps blood."

"There are three outcomes to this.  One-you drain him dry. But then we have
a body to dispose of.  Two-You drain him a little and he passes out from
the poison in your fangs and we move on to the next vicitm.  Or Three- You
sire him and make him one of us. I wouldn't try that one as you are too
young to be sireing anyone."

"Anything else?" asked bobby.

"NO kiddo, I think that is it. I will be right with you so if something
goes wrong, I can handle it."

So we headed out. It was boring at first.  But after about thirty minutes
of walking around aimlessly, we came upon three people. Two guys and a
girl.  It looked as if the two guys were a couple and the woman was the
oddball out.  The two guys appeared hot from where we stood, but...I
couldn't tell.  Looks like we were up.

We moved in on them.  Then all of a sudden it was as if a switch turned
on. They had no idea we were there until...

"Hello boys. What is going on tonight."

"Wow. Aren't yall some cute fellas. How old are yall. 14-15."

"we are 17 thank you."

"Yeah, but they are some pretty younglings."  "well, yall want to have some
fun real qwik?"

These boys were obviously drunk.  They must have been out partying this
night.

"So yall are gay too then huh."

"Yeah, when the mood hits, and it is hitting right now."

"How about giving us a kiss then stud?"

And with that he leaned in. I hated that my first kiss was going to be out
hunting for humans with a stranger I barely knew and my boyfriend.  No,
this would not do. So instead of kissing him, I went ahead and bit
him. Right square in the neck.  As soon as I did that, he screamed, and his
friends screamed and they started running in the other direction.

DAMNIT KID...CANT YOU FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS!

Nigel then chased them down with Bobby as they fed off their prey. He
barely got to them before they hit the main road. However, Nigel was not
pleased when he got back.

Look it isn't hard to follow directions. He kissed you, and you bite
him...it has to happen like that. There is poison in your mouth.  It puts
the victim to sleep.

"you didn't tell me that. damnit. Next time I will know.  Can we go, I'm
tired."

"Fine, but yall both need to learn to stay up entire nights. Walking around
during the daylight can be painful, especially over long periods of time.


What will the night bring for our lovebirds? Finally time to talk about
things. AND WHAT DOES GRANDFATHER MOUNTAIN HAVE IN STORE FOR THE BOYS?
FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 3 IN STORY OF A TEENAGE SOMETHING.

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