Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 18:18:32 -0600 From: "HRH, The QUEEN!" Subject: It's My Life: And I'll Cry If I Want Too! Chapter 2 "It's My Life: And I will cry if I want to!" By Jase Copyright c 2003 Jason P. Ruel. All Rights Reserved. *********************************************************** This story is complete fiction. All person mentioned in the body of the text are from my mind, and any similarity to anyone in real life is only coincidental. This story is a woven mixture of my life and also of my fantasy life. At times there may be "foul" language, but when don't we hear this in real life? Sexual content of a mature nature between 2 males is completely consentual, but this story is not one of sex. If you are not allowed to view materiel of an adult nature (under age 18, or 21 in some areas, or where prohibited by law), then please do not continue to read further and go somewhere else. You have been warned! Comments are always welcome. This is my first attempt at writing. Please let me know your opinions at neonjase@macomb.com. Please include It's My Life in the subject line. *********************************************************** Chapter 2: My Knight in Shining Armor Many months have past since I moved into this new neighborhood and started at my new school. God I hate this place. My so-called mother has been starting her stuff again, and I just wish I could run away. I wish at times also that I had never even been born into this Hell on Earth. "Jason!" My God, she is yelling for me again. "Yeah" I say. What I really wanted to say was to leave me alone. I have my own problems to worry about. "I am going out, come tell me if I look alright." She says. "OK, mom. I will be there in a moment." "Now, I said come in here now." She has already been going full force at that 12 pack she picked up earlier in the day. She is starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Why doesn't she just pass out? "I'm sorry, I will be there in a moment, and I am in the middle of cleaning my room like you told me to. All I have to do is clean up the last of my books and put them on the shelf." "Get your fucking ass in here right now young man! Don't make me come in there, `cause if I do your ass is going to be burning!" "OK! I am on my god-damned way!" Shit, I think to myself. I shouldn't have said that, but God she knows how to push all my buttons the wrong way. Why can't she just learn to leave me alone? It's like I am the parent and she is the child! "What did you say; I don't think I heard you correctly!" "You heard me right! Just leave me the fuck alone!" Might as well sign my death warrant while I am at it. It's not like she would hit me any ways. I am the broken and fragile child after all. "I am going to count till 5 and your ass better be in this room! And grab that belt out of the bathroom on your way up here. Your ass has my name on it!" "My ass ain't the only one with your name on it!" Hey, it's all I could think of at the time. I had to say something. If I give in, she wins. I need to show her that I am not afraid of her like my brother and sisters. Well Annie isn't afraid, she is just stupid. She doesn't know when to shut her trap. She even dares to hit back! At least I am not that stupid! "One" she cries. I go back to picking up my books. They are my only refuge in this place. I got them from a rummage sale. Hey, they may be romance, but it's something to read. I am 9 after all, going on 40 as my grandma would say. She tells me I have an ancient soul. Hell, I don't even know what that means, but I do what I do best: I smile and nod, smile and nod! "Two" she screams louder. "Two and one-eight" is my reply "FOUR!" she wails. "You forgot THREE dummy!" I bellow. "NO I DIDN'T, YOU FUCKER!" That's her name, not mine. She is known as the fucker of the town. She opens her legs to any Tom, Dick, and Harry who cums along. And no, I didn't spell that incorrectly. "What happened to FIVE? You forget how to count to five? Only made it to eighth grade after all! Fifth grade is what I am in. you should be able to count to five, since last year I was in fourth.. You know. one, two, three, four, FIVE!" I can be such a smart ass. "Oh forget it you son-of-a-bitch! Just stay the hell in that room until I get back! I am so fed up with you. I need a drink. I need to get going. Reba and I are going out to the bar. I will be back whenever! Make sure you kids are in bed early, and I mean that mister!" THANK GOD! That is all I can think of at the moment. She is gone, we get the house to ourselves, and Cinemax is showing nudey flicks tonight. Some program called Lady Chatterley or something like that. This means naked bodies, and most specifically, naked men. Yeah, you heard me right. There is something about looking at a naked man that is nice. I love it when we go to the fair or something like that because I can go to the bathroom a lot and sneak looks at men's penises while I take a leak. In my case, I can't go to the bathroom in public. I have a pee-phobia. I cannot use public restrooms at all! Even as an adult I can't do it! As she walks out the door she turns around and says, "We will be at the Dam Tap. Don't call unless the house in on fire or one of you is dying! You hear me, DO NOT CALL ME!" And so she is gone! Yea, don't interrupt my drinking and looking for a fuck unless the house is burning or one of you is dying. Why did God bless that woman, no that THING, with children? I could never understand why, but that's something I prolly will never learn. Annie, Amelia, and Nigel are all on the sofa watching some cartoons on TV. At least she can do one thing right, she got us cable. Well she prolly didn't, but one of her fuck's of the week gave her money to. Hey, she has to keep the kids quiet somehow. I tell them it's time for bed and they protest of course. All I have to tell them is that mom put me in charge and what I said goes, or else they suffer the wrath of mom in the morning. They relent and go to bed as ordered. I settle down for a late night with the "boob" tube. I stretch out on the floor in front of the 35 inch JVC television Before I could even watch some of the skinamax, I quickly fell asleep. Hours later I wake up to bumping on the front door and the sound of the door knob and lock being fondled. Next thing I know, my mother and her latest acquisition are coming through the door hastily grabbing at each others clothing. Obviously they were in a hurry and didn't give a damn about the children in the house who were asleep and didn't need to be up at this un-godly hour. They obviously didn't see me there sleeping on the floor. Their first clue someone was there could have been the TV that was still on. Or maybe if they would have looked at the floor, they could have seen the pillow and afghan with a child underneath it. But of course they didn't look. They couldn't take the time away from their foreplay to make sure there wasn't an impressionable child there on the floor. They fell to the floor and soon off came the clothes. I kept my eyes tightly shut and my breathing slow and shallow as to not let them know I wasn't asleep, but actually wide awake listening to them go at it. Boy, did I learn a lot about sex that night. It was one of those moments in my life when I imagined I was the girl and the guy was going at it with me. I loved the look of that man's naked body and the way his muscles moved when he was going at it. Eventually my mother fell asleep in the middle of sex, the alcohol finally knocking her out. I am sure there were a few other substances on board when she passed out as well. The poor man had to bring himself off after he pushed my mother off of him. That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I think it was the moment my voyeuristic tendencies were born! I watched as he came all over his muscular body, and I about gave my cover away, but alas did not. At least I thought I didn't. When he got up and cleaned himself off, and after he got dressed again, he turned right before walking out the door and said in a hushed tone, "Hope you liked the show kid! Next time don't gasp when you see a man cum! You don't want to give yourself away!" And with that, my Knight in shining armor walked out the door. The man who made me truly aware of my longing for men, had just came and gone out of my life within a few short hours! Coming next: The Boy Next Door ************************************************************ Hope you like my story so far. I promise it will get better. I plan on writing a new chapter every few weeks or so. Forgive the errors in editing if there are any. I don't have an editor, and we are only human and can only catch so many mistakes. Please feel free to write me any comments or suggestions for the story. My email is neonjase@macomb.com. I have also started up a yahoo group for this story in order to share ideas and thoughts easier and in a group setting if people don't feel like writing me directly. The URL is http://groups.yahoo.com/group/its-my-life- Jase/ **************************************************************