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If you are offended by descriptions of gay sex between male teenagers, or if the law in your area forbids you to read this, leave this story now. If not, welcome and please read on.
Author's Notes:
A friendly explanation here: this story is a series. It will last for several chapters, and though there is sex in the first chapter, it is not meant to be a quick jerk-off story. There are plenty of those at Nifty Archives (God knows, I've read most of them!!), so feel free to check those out if that's what you're looking for. This is more about love, friendships, relationships, romance, and the supernatural. The first few chapters will set up and cover a lot of background. After that, there will undoubtedly be more sex, but again, that is not the main purpose of the story.
I really want to do a good job with this story and I really want you to enjoy it, so, I really look forward to any feedback, thoughts, encouragement, corrections, or suggestions. Please send them to me at: thachillindude@yahoo.com. This is the first story I've ever written, so any slack you cut me will be greatly appreciated!!! I will answer all e-mails as quickly as I can.
Be warned, all flames relegated to the porcelain facility.
The First
As I lay in my bed, waiting for my master to awaken from his sleep, I ponder the events of my life thus far. Most people would look at me see an athletic twenty-three year old male, at 5'10" with blond hair and blue eyes I would be what most would consider a twink. But as is so often true appearances can and often are deceiving. I am actually about to celebrate my 200th birthday. You see I am a servant of William Bradley Duke of House Bradley. House Bradley is one of four major houses that make up the Kingdom of the Dragons or vampires as most humans refer to them. I am a familiar of my lord's. My mind has often replayed the events of the first time I met Lord Bradley.
The music in the club thundered in my head. I did not really want to be here. My roommate had insisted that I join them tonight. Deep down I knew that the only reason was that they needed someone to drive them home after they had sufficiently plastered themselves. I had done my best to get out of going but they had insisted. I was content to sit at home and muddle in my misery. Two nights earlier I had caught my boyfriend of two years in bed with whom I thought was my best friend.
"Chris, man, why are you sitting here in the corner by yourself? There are plenty of hot dudes that would kill to dance with your hot ass."
"Shut up Tom!" I yelled above the music. "You are so drunk you don't even know what you are saying. It was not my idea to come here tonight. You are Mark would not leave me alone until I agreed to come here tonight."
"I know dude but you could at least try to have fun. You know loosen up and relax."
"How in hell do you want me to relax when in the last 48 hours I have lost my boyfriend of two years and my best friend? I mean not only did I catch them in bed together but I found out that they have been doing in for over a year and I never suspected a thing. I don't really want to be here but here I am."
"Chris if you don't want to be here why don't you just leave?"
"I'm thinking about it, but who will drive you drunken ass home then you are so plastered you cannot even stand, let alone drive yourself and Mark home. Speaking of Mark have you seen him? I don't see him anywhere."
"Knowing Mark he had probably found some horny guy to suck off in a corner somewhere. I think I will go see what I can interrupt!"
As Tom walked away I was relieved to once again be alone. I knew I was not as nice to Tom as I could or even should have been. Nothing that has happened was their fault, but deep down I felt so rejected, so unwanted. Mark and Tom had never invited me before. Of course I had not been sitting around the dorm at night for the last two years. As I set in my little dark corner my eyes were drawn to the door where I say my ex-boyfriend and his new lover walked in hand in hand. As they walked in my ex-boyfriend, John made eye contact with me and just smirked as he pulled Billy close and kissed him deeply on the lips. My eyes began to get blurry as all the pain and hurt came rushing back to me. As I wiped away the tear running down my cheek John pointed me out to Billy and they both began laughing. I quickly turned away; when I looked back they were dancing. My only thought was damn them for having hurt me like that. I set there glaring at them a voice from beside me said. "You know such thoughts of hatred are not healthy."
Looking up into the man standing next to me I could only stare with open mouth at the more gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was about 26 years old, six feet tall, slim with dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes that seemed to almost swallow you whole. Regaining my composure I snapped back, "What is it to you? You have no idea who I am or what id going on in my life right now."
My handsome stranger looked down at me with a grin and said, "I may know more than you think, I certainly know enough about you Chris Thompson, I have known you for 3 years, since you were 21. You have led a quite life; I am somewhat surprised to find you in a place like this. I did not see you as the club scene type of person. By the way how are you grades doing in Business Law? I know that mid-term was hard for you, but I am sure that all nighter studying helped." He said with a huge smile on his face.
"Who the hell are you and how do you know so much about me? How do you know my name and what classes I am in? Did Mark or Tom send you over here to entertain me? I don't know how much they paid you to come over here but they wasted their money. I am in no mood to chat, and am certainly not looking for a hook-up."
"Who do you think you are speaking to me in suck a manner?" My stranger said with a voice that chilled me to the bone and an intensity that scared me. "No man has ever spoken to me in such a manner and lived. If you were any other I would pull your sarcastic head from you puny little body and shove it up your ass. I will forgive this outburst and chalk it up to ignorance but."
"But what? What do you want from me? Since you seen to know so much about me then tell me how I am supposed to feel with you sitting here, a total stranger telling me about myself things most people would not know. Worst of all having to watch my ex-boyfriend and his new lover as they all but fuck each other on the dance floor. So I say fuck you!" And I got up and stormed out of the club. Not caring about how my friends would get home or about possibly pissing off this man that made me shake with fear every time our eyes would meet. As I walked the 4 blocks back to my dorm I heard the squeal of tires behind me and turned to see Mark's car weaving down the road heading back to campus. As they passed me I could tell that Mark was driving and was very drunk. I watched in horror as they speed toward the red light ahead and slammed full speed into a semi truck that was crossing the intersection. As I sprinted down the road to try and help my friends a sense of helplessness swept over me. When I reached the car I found Mark hanging out of the windshield very bloody and certainly dead. I began to weep uncontrollably as I looked and saw where Tom's head should have been I only saw the stump of his neck. As I started to fall to the pavement in utter horror tears began to flow down my face uncontrollable as I realized that this was my fault. If I had not left that club they would not have been driving themselves and would still be alive. My heart sank as I realized that I had just lost the only two close friends that I had left.
The funeral was two days later. For obvious reasons they caskets were closed. Neither John's nor Marks' parents spoke to me. I could not help but think that they blamed me for the death of their boys and in my heart I blamed myself for their death as well. After the funeral I went back to my room and looked at the empty side that was full of Tom's stuff I began to cry at the thought that I was responsible for their death. I rose from my bed and walked out into the hallway. I went down stairs and got into my car and began to drive. I was not really paying any attention to where I was going, I was just going. I came to a bridge that crossed over the interstate. I stopped the car and looked over the edge at the steady buzz of traffic below. My mind raced as I thought of Mark and Tom's death and my responsibility. I crawled up on the ledge and turned with my back facing the quick death I hoped was to follow. As I leaned back to consign myself to my fate, a death, only fitting for the murder that I was gravity took my and I felt my feet slip, closed my eyes waiting for death to come, but...
To Be Continued in Part Two
Coming soon.
I hope you like this first part. I will have some sex in the next installment. I am new to writing, as you can probably tell. I am very open to suggestions. An comment, suggestion, or criticism will be received and considered. Please write me an tell me something it will help me out a lot.