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Alive
God, all-nighters suck don't they?...well nearly-all-nighters anyway. And thanks to Mrs. Kent's brit lit project I was waking up with 2 hours sleep. I don't even know why I took the class to be honest...haha...yeah right, of course I do....dad made me, why else? But I shouldn't be bitter, ultimately the lack of sleep was my fault, it was always my fault. Only thing left to do was to push on and hope for the best, right? Well let me tell you, thinking and enacting are two different things entirely because my body was dead, well almost all of it. As I plodded into the bathroom I started taking off my clothes. No time to waste, I had already given myself an extra 5 minutes of sleep and dad would kill me if I was late for that "well balanced kick start of the day" (boy, did I want to give HIM a kick sometimes). By the time I got to the shower I had managed to get down to my underwear. As I waited for the hot water to kick in, I took a piss, deflating my morning wood, then grabbed my toothbrush and started the mundane task of scrubbing my teeth. Halfway through, steam started leaking out from behind the curtain. Most people find it strange that I brush my teeth in the shower sometimes, but really what's so weird about it? By the time I finished washing my self the water was turning cold so I quickly got out. As I stood in the mirror, finishing getting ready, I looked myself over. For 5'9 I was pretty slender and toned....barely. My hair, like always, was short, but with a little bit of length to play around with in case I felt like doing something with it. And like my coffee colored hair, my plain brown eyes were nothing special. Even my equipment was average. The only decent thing I had going for me was a slight natural tan that kept me from being ghostly pale...thank god. After inspecting myself I got ready and headed down stair for breakfast. "Ben, you're late" "Sorry, father" "You look tired. You got your 8 hours?" "Of course sir" "Sit down, eat. I've a meeting this morning and can't drive you so you'll have to walk"
As he said this he stood up, kissed me on the top of my head, grabbed his brief case, and headed for the door. "Don't forget to say good-bye to your mother" were his final departing words as the door closed behind him. I wished he hadn't said that. It put me in an even more bitter mood. You see my mom, if you could call her one, died when I was 8 in a car crash. And now, 7 years later, my father still wanted me to show respects and I just wanted her to disappear. Don't get me wrong my mother never beat me or anything... its just she wasn't very motherly. Always caring and loving only herself, I honestly think she married my dad just for the money. But in a way they were made for each other. Though my dad tried to be a parent his commands were just that, commands. Not caring gestures rapped in tough exteriors, just cold emotionless orders. Nothing ever bubbled up in their throat or behind their eyes. They were golems. Still, hard rocks that lived but didn't at the exact same time.
I sighed as I finished my Fruity Pebbles. The cereal was just so god damn sugary that it reminded me of simpler time when I was younger, and that always put me in a great mood. Looking at the clock I figured I better get going if I wanted to be at school on time.
One thing about me you have to know is that I despise being social. I'm not hated or loved at school. I only have a few friends and I'm not close with anyone. I've depended on myself all my life and until someone comes along to change that, things are going to stay that way. So naturally, being alone, I had a huge imagination and a mind that never stopped thinking. And when I walk I think a lot. So on my way to school it came as no surprise that I lost track of my surroundings, unfortunately it took a honk from John Surreci's car to bring me back to reality. "Fucking faggot, MOVE!" Ah, good old John. He always found a way to brighten my morning. As he pulled away I just shrugged him off and finished crossing the street, making my final stretch into school. Of course there were no ticker-tape parades waiting for me, if anything I was the guy cleaning up the crap after words, but that never bothered me. As I was walking into the door to homeroom I felt this massive impetus from behind me launch me forward onto the floor. "That's right, on the floor cocksucker" Surreci said as he stepped over me and onto my outstretched hand that was reaching for my bio book. I never saw his face; I just knew it was him. That deep jockish voice was unmistakable. Of course his dumbass friend were laughing as I made my way back to my seat. The teacher wasn't there and that's the only reason he'd pushed me in the first place. Funny thing was I couldn't hate him for it, no matter how much I tried. I despised plenty of other people but I could not hate John Surreci, the person whose life mission was to bother me every time he saw me. Maybe it was that defined jaw and perfect chin, those full lips, his dark brown hair, that tanned skin, or seductive bright blue eyes. I mean how many Italians have blue eyes? And I could stare at them all day if there wasn't the risk of him kicking my ass. I remember when he first came to our town. He was much smaller and quieter then, and we sorta became friends. But one day it all stopped and he began hanging out with what would become his current crew. And not until the first few weeks of high school did he speak to me again, unfortunately his word were no longer kind and he killed any hope of reconciliation. Fag and cocksucker were most definitely his favorite labels for me, and despite what I told everyone else, they were true. I was gay. I just felt that it would make things worse if I acknowledged it out loud. Don't get me wrong, I was in no way ashamed of being gay, I just wasn't going marching with a rainbow flag in a parade any time soon. When the bell rang I made my way to first period. Luckily, John was a dumbass and had easy classes. I being at the top of my class had all honors and AP courses and was spared from his vengeance for most of the day. Meaning the only times I had to see him and his friends were homeroom, lunch, and gym. As far as today went, thing were ok. I was able to sneak a peek at a few of the guys in gym, especially Surreci's godlike body. You see, I'm not a huge fan of seeing every striation on a man. Simply an imprint or slight cut on a built body was enough to send me over the edge. And as if life wasn't a big enough bitch, the ONLY person in my gym class to fit that kind that type was John. But I didn't complain. The man was built, and when you saw him shirtless you didn't fear any part of his grandeur you worshiped the power you could see behind that deceptive impression of muscle. When the final bell for school rang I left the locker room and went get the books I needed. I hated having a locker in the most barren part of the school. It was the farthest from all my classes and was right next to janitor's alcove, which had bags of trash near the door that didn't necessarily reek but still smelled. That afternoon in particular I had homework in every class, and after 15 strenuous minutes I was able to pack everything in so it would fit. Just as I was about to walk away I heard the sound of voices near by which was extremely strange because at my school, as soon as the bell rings everyone is gone. Teachers...student's... it didn't matter. So as I followed the sounds to the janitor's room I couldn't help but be intrigued. As I got near the door I knew for sure there were people in there and had to find out who, so I pressed my ear to the cool metal and listened. "Come on baby its been two days, my cock is dying for some attention". Instantly my own member rose in response, the voice belonged to none other than Surreci. "John I said no, we have to talk", responded a female voice. It had to be Amanda, I thought to myself. She was John's skanky girlfriend who was always looking for the next piece of meet to ride. The fact that they had even made it a month and a half together surprised me. "Can we talk after baby, I need it real bad" "John, please. Listen I have to say something..." "Alright make it fast bitch, but after I'm gonna ride you til..." "John I'm breaking up with you" "What the fucking you talking about...stop kidding around." "John I'm not...listen I'm interested in someone else" "YOU FUCKING CUNT! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HUH ....WHOSE GONNA FUCK YOU BETTER THAN ME!". My package was pulsating, straining in my jeans at his words as I readjusted my ear to hear better. "John I don't want trouble....you had to know this was coming... and I don't want you giving Frank a hard time whe-" "FRANK?!? YOUR LEAVING ME FOR FRANK?" "John listen...john get your hands off me...relax... I SAID fucking back off..." At this point I heard small sounds that I assumed were her attempts to break the hold he had her. Then I heard a loud smack and panicked. I was about to run for help when I heard a deep voice say... "YOU BITCH! DID YOU JUST HIT ME?! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU GOING!" I almost busted out laughing right there. "GET BACK HERE!"At those words I froze and realized the compromising position I was in. Before thinking things through I jumped behind the pile of trash beside the door, for once I was happy it was there. Seconds after I hid myself the door shot open and Amanda walked out. I breathed a sigh of relief but not for long. Inside the room I heard the unmistakable sounds of things being broken. After a minute the door shot opened again and I was glad I decided to wait. "worthless dirty bitch..." he mumbled with unbridled anger. Then he kicked the door shut so suddenly that I flinched in surprise, shaking the bags I was hiding behind and sealing my fate. I hadn't been able to see anything from where I was but that didn't matter because I could picture his reaction. His head snapping in the direction of the trash. His body whipping around and lifting a few bags to find me hiding, fear stricken. "FUCKING FAGGOT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE! HUH!" And with that one of his massive arms grabbed me by my shirt and hoisted me up, ripping my collar. "NOSY LITTLE BITCH!'. He punched me in the stomach so hard I nearly passed out. "And what's this? Are you fucking hard you faggot? Are you kidding me?" My stomach hurt so bad and I was in such fear that I didn't even realize I was hard...I honestly thought it would have gone down when I jumped behind the trash in fear. But it was hard...rock hard. That was the only thought I could manage as he lowered me and kneed me right in the balls. He let go and I dropped to the floor. "You're a pathetic cock sucker, you know that Matthews" He said as I gasped for air. I brought my head up from the floor slightly and looked up at him. The disgust in his eyes was unmistakable and the anger from his previous spat was so tangible, so oppressive it nearly suffocated me, causing my breathing to go short and shallow. I don't know why or what compelled him but what happened next was something I'll never forget. He walked into the hallway looked around, came back to the alcove, grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me into the janitor's closet throwing me onto the floor. Part of my back landing on some bottles that John probably knocked over after Amanda left. I winced in pain. "Faggot that's nothing compared to whats about to come" I knew what he ment and he knew that I knew. "John, please don't..." I pleaded. He moved closer and backhanded me. Then started unzipping his pants. "John, plea--" He smacked me again. He pulled his jeans down halfway revealing his white boxer-briefs and the outline of a very rigid cock. He pulled the elastic band down, resting his seven inch cock and full sac on it. He was cut, his plump head protruding over his thick dick. I could only watch as he walked over grabbed my hair and attempted to shove his dick in my mouth. "Open it bitch". I did nothing. He pushed me back further to the wall, smacked me, then took both his hands and rapped them around my face, his thumbs prying my mouth open. I grabbed his wrists but I was helpless and could do nothing. Sure I could have bitten down on his thumb but I didn't. I could have kicked and screamed but I didn't. I just sat back as he trusted his cock down my throat causing me to gag. But I had no time to recuperate, because as fast as he pulled back he slammed in that much harder again, the musky sent from his hair filling my nostrils as he buried deep into my mouth. I couldn't explain why but below the panic and fear, I felt alive. There is no other word to describe it. With each thrust, each gag, each grunt that escaped his lips I departed from my ethereal existence and was made real by his actions. Utter bliss was beginning to boil up within me. I let go of his wrists, one hand moving to play with his balls, the other snaked up his chest. "I knew you loved this shit. You disgusting cocksucker." With that he removed his hands from my face and grabbed onto the back of my head. He moved me away from the wall slightly and began fucking my face uncontrollably. I wanted to do more for him but I couldn't. He dominated me and I just did what ever I could to satisfy him...to satisfy me. I don't know how long he rode my face for but at some point his body tensed, his grunting crescendoed, his cock swelled and he came in my mouth, forcing himself deeper and deeper with each bout of cum. "...that's right....swallow it all". And I did. After he finshed he pulled out, then backhanded me to the floor, his foot followed as he kicked me in the side. He slammed a foot on my chest and said "If you fucking speak a word of this shit to anyone else you queer I'll fucking kill you." I nodded my head slightly and he spit on my face. He turned to leave, zipping himself up as he did. The last words he mumbled as he walked out the door weren't surprising. "...fucking faggot"
To be continued...