Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 21:22:16 -0500 From: Garrett Levi Subject: Alistair Lane: Chapter 1 This is my first submission for nifty.org. I plan to make other chapters longer than this by far but I want to see feedback first. Please send me that feed back to exendomx@hotmail.com This is a purely fictional story involving sexual situations between minor boys. If this makes you uncomfortable you shouldn't read any farther. Chapter 1: A Sign of Life They were gone. My whole family gone. My whole neighborhood gone. My friends were gone too. The whole world....gone. I don't know where anyone was but I knew that they were not coming back. I had walked for miles looking for anyone who might still be alive. I called every contact on my cell phone; nothing. I knocked on every door I could find; nothing. I couldnt understand it. It was as if the world population had just upped and left as I slept. There was no one around. This was it. I guess I should tell you about myself. My name is Alistair Lane. I'm sixteen, seventeen in a month. I have dirty blonde hair growing down to my shoulders. I have green eyes, am six feet tall and weigh 160 pounds. I'm moderately muscular with a little bit of fat so I'd say I am average sized. And one big detail about me left, yes I'm gay. I've known it for years and most people knew. I didnt really care about what people thought of me, but they did care. That's why I didn't feel sad or remorseful when I found out I was alone. I had always been alone on some level. At this time I was just afraid. I walked for what seemed like days. I finally started to head back home to find a new method of search. About a block from my house I suddenly heard a noise. I turned sharply and pulled my gun out. It was then that I saw something that amazed me. "Please don't shoot me" said the boy as he came out of the bush. He looked beaten up and tired and couldn't have been older than thirteen. He had short, messy blonde hair and tear-filled blue eyes. I put my gun down and he sighed in relief. "Come here, kid" I barked. "What's your name?" The frightened child looked at me, took a breath and spoke: "I'm Ethan, Ethan Wilder. I live a few miles from here and I am scared and alone so please don't shoot me." I couldn't bare to scare him anymore. I decided that I found him for a reason. "I'm Alistair Lane, nice to meet you Ethan. How old are you kid and what happened to you?" I was starting to gow curious about this boy. I felt bad about feeling this way but he was cute, I couldn't help but notice. "Nice to meet you too Alistair." He looked up at me and forced a smile. "I am twelve years old and before everyone had disappeared I ran away from home..." He started to frown again. "Why did you run away? And why are you see beat up?" I had a feeling that both questions went together. "My parents were being mean to me..." He started shaking, "for the way I am!" "Did they hit you? And what did you mean about the way you are?" I was starting to get the idea. "Well they hit me....." He started, "but I don't feel comfortable telling you anymore." He burst into tears and my heart just broke in two. I went over and gave him a hug but he pulled back and asked: "Why are you being so nice to me? We've never met before. Why do you care so much?" "I care for two reasons." I was starting to yell and Ethan flinched when I started. "One you are alone on the street and obviously need help, and two..." I started to calm down "because you may be the only other peson left in the world....." And that's when my own words can and hit me smack dab in the face. I started to cry and then Ethan came over and gave me a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to people treating me nicely. I really do need your help like so can we find a warmer place to talk?" I finally realized it was December and that we were standing in the street. "Sure lets go to my house its right over there. And you also should take a bath when we get there, because no offense but you reek. So when we get there you can tell me more about yourself." We walked back to the house in silence. I opened the door and walked in. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go run the bath for you." I went to run the water and Ethan stood outside the bathroom door. "Go sit down in my bedroom, its ok make yourself comfortable. You might be staying here for a while." Ethan sat down by my computer. I guess he wanted to play a game or something. I continued checking the water until it was the perfect temperature. I got up and walked back to my room. Ethan was standing by the door looking upset. Suddenly he spoke up. "Why didn't tell me?" he asked. "Why didn't I tell you what?" I repeated confused as I have ever been. "That you're gay. Why didn't you tell me you are gay?" He was yelling now. I couldn't think of what to say except one thing. "How did you find that out?" "I saw the personal page on your computer. I don't understand why you didn't tell me. I really like you, because well... I am gay too. I was afraid of what you would think of me which is why I didn't tell you." "I didn't tell you because I didn't think you would want to know. But about you liking me, are you sure you want an older guy. I mean I'm seventeen next month and your twelve...." "Actually I'm eleven I'll be twelve in a few months," he interrupted. "But I don't care I just want to be with you. Why don't you give me a chance, like you said before we may be the last people on earth. Please Alastair answer me!" I was stunned. I was flattered. And most of all I was undecided. I knew he was cute and very sweet but I just felt like I was taking advantage. Without saying anything I went to my bed and laid down. "Alistair please answer me, I'm begging you!" Ethan persisted. I had to say something and then I thought of a way to bide time. "We will talk about it after your bath, now go on Ethan," I said about to pass out. I was tired and needed a nap. Ethan reluctantly walked into the bathroom as I closed my eyes. It took all of two minutes for me to fall asleep. About twenty minutes later a felt something warm against my lips and someone holding my hand. "Please..." Ethan whispered in my ear as he stopped kissing me. "Okay Ethan...okay. I will be your boyfriend," I whispered back at him. At that time I flipped him over so I was leaning on top of him. He smiled and I leaned in kissing him. He opened his mouth to except the kiss. We broke the kiss and he looked at me confused. "So why did you change your mind?" He asked. He looked straight into my eyes waiting for an answer. "Because that was the best kiss ever." I said still whispering. "And plus I think that I found you today for a reason and this may be it. So I decided to give you a shot, Ethan." Ethan looked at me and smiled. "Thank you for giving me a chance Alistair. So which room is mine?" He asked satisfied with the previous subject. "Any room you want. It's not like anyone is going to need those rooms anymore." I said He had a mischievous look in his eyes. "Well I pick your room cause I wanna be with you. Cause you and I are boyfriends now and we should be able to sleep in the same bed." I looked at him only half surprised and then realized something: "Why don't we move to my parents bedroom. It's bigger and has a bigger bed and a bigger bathroom. I think the two of us will be more comfortable in there." I said sitting up. Only then did I realize that Ethan only had a robe on. I checked the clock and it was one. "Eth why don't you get dressed and I'll make us some lunch," I said. "Okay, but why did you call me Eth? Is that a nickname for me?" "Yes why does it bother you?" I asked starting to feel ashamed. "No I love it, Alistair. I was just wondering," he said. I felt relieved. I never gave my boyfriends nicknames before. It just felt right here. "I would get dressed but I have no clothes. Do you have any clothes that would fit me?" "Yes, in my younger brothers closet. His room is right across the hall from mine," I said pointing to my door. He went to my brother's room and I went to the kitchen. I started to make some sandwiches. Ethan walked in a few minutes later. "So do the clothes fit Ethan?" I asked. "Yes, thank you Alistair, but will you tell me more about yourself? I want to know everything about you." his eyes were glued to me as I served him food. What has your family life been? Your personal life? Your love life?" he finished shyly. "I don't know where to begin," I said, but I knew I would have to start somwhere. That's it for the first chapter. Again send feedback to exendomx@hotmail.com