Here's a new series which will only have 3-4 chapters. Comments are welcomed @ lilchucklez.virtualave.net :: or send me an e-mail at: Chucklez_1@angelfire.com
Before Ever After Chapter 1: Jailbait
I think in everyone's life, or in some point of their life, they've dreamed of being rescued by their charming prince or princess. Every gay guys out there and the girls, feels that way...waiting for that white guy you always see in the fairy tales to snatch you off your feet and love you and care for you and protect you for all your life. Of course the guys would say, 'No way DUDE! That is so GAY!' Yeah they say that a lot, but I know some of them gives in to the temptation and wishes that some beautiful girl would come along in their life and make them happy for the rest of their life, and proud since guys are sensitive of their pride.
I'm Marthaleow. My short name is Mar. Everyone calls me that, except whenever my parents gets really pissed at me or when it's the first day the teacher has ever heard of my name. I really like my name, actually my long name since it sounds like I was a member of a Royal Family(hey there Prince William....you got the royal boxers too huh? How's Prince Albert wink) Yeah, not as much as my short name since I had to be the one who gets labelled with the corniest joke ever, "Mars Bar." Ha ha ha ha ha. I think I just died from laughing.
Unfortunately, I still go to highschool and I was at my senior years. People I'd meet in clubs or from mutual friends would be like shocked when I say I'm still in senior. Instead of saying, 'My god you look too young to be a senior in highschool!' they'd say the exact opposite. Worse, they'd ask me "Oh senior at what college?" Do I look that old? The last time I've seen the mirror, I didn't have any wrinkles on my forehead. There's some advantages of looking older though, I don't have to show my fake id sometimes and adults treats me with more respect. But who wants that? Sorry but I get my liquor from friends and my occasinal smokes are weed not ciggarettes, and I know my bouncers.
The Snow White movie was still playing by the time I noticed I had been day dreaming for about 20 minutes already. I had imagined this Latino guy from 'Roswell', who also appeared in the very first music video of Jennifer Lopez, dumping that alien woman he married at the show for me and only me. Then we made out naked in the hot desert of Arizona with only our hands to cover each other and the long chain of condoms he brought with him. It was really cheesy now that I think of it. I mean what are the odds that a hot celebrity would ever come to my town and sweep me off my feet? A billion to one?
I hated this class. Sure we're watching endless of fairy tales movie, it's Children's Literature what do you expect? Heavy Metal?, but the subject just kills the fairy tale. Did you know that the only reason why Snow White ate the apple is because she wanted to be sexually attractive, and the coffin represented the childness inside her dying and also, her reawakening symbolizes adultship? Knowing that just kills the whole movie and the meaning of it! Children wants to be rescued by their own princes for chris' sake! And so do the girls and gay guys out there!
Thank god it was Friday though. After Lit, I jumped off my seat, grabbing all my books, and rushed down to the basement where my locker was. Some of my friends were already there and I greeted them with a hello. One of my friends asked, "You look happy! You working tonight?"
"Uhuh!" I said proudly. Genetically, and culturally, religiously, everyone hates work! They take too much time away from lazying in a nice cool evening and social life. But my job is the most awesomest, if there's such a word, job EVER! No it's not checking out people's buttcheeks. My job's actually boring, a retail worker, but there's this one guy that makes that whole damn place so...worthwhile! Alex. His name wasn't spectacular or anything, but is he cute or what?! He was half Latino(lately Latinos are turning my knob to sizzling hot!) and half white, and man does he have the cutest bubble butt or what?! And those eyes! The very first time I saw him, the very first question I asked was, 'Are you wearing contacts?' It made him laugh, like someone tickled him from the sides, but I guess he was flattered because he said, 'No these are real thanks for asking.' I wasn't the only one who major liked him. Half of the women workers, including me, flirted to him at least ones in their lifetime. Even two of my friends have the hots for him.
"Alex eh? Another guy you've fallen madly in love with who's straight?" she asked. I shook my head even though she's definitely right. All the guys I've had my eyes set upon were either straight or just homosexually handicapped. Alex's straight. He hasn't told me his sexual preference, neither have I to him, but to the least of my knowledge, I predict his straight. It wasn't because I've seen him flirting with some girl or acting so tough and stuff trying to give me the props. Actually, he never does those things, he was quite modest and he actually had a very interesting wide vocabulary compared to the other guys out there were slang seems to be the only vocabs they know. But the reason I judge him as a straight person is because every single person I end up having the hots for ends up being straight.I laughed, finally nodding, "Yeah...but I can't help it! I'm a fool for love."
When I went to work that day, I was almost swept off my feet when I saw Alex fixing the men's jacket's rack. He doesn't go to school anymore since he just graduated and wanted to save money before going to college, so his shifts at Fridays was earlier than my shift and he leaves an hour earlier than I do on Fridays. He bent forward exposing his cute bottom to me, as he grabbed the jacket that was stuffed on the floor under the rack. I blushed and tried not to get hard as I stared at the shape his butt made out of his pants. My body felt weightless and my fingers and every single toes I had on my feet tingled in delight when I finally saw his blemish-free face. He had an innocent smile stuck in his face when he noticed me coming. "Hey Mar...you working today?"
"You know I always do," I said trying hard not to sound gay or even at least sound a bit weird. He grinned. "Yeah I did I saw your schedule when I was browsing through Friday's schedule. So...how's school?"
"Really boring actually! But TGIF!..." I almost wanted to smash my head against one of the tables that were close to me when I said that abbrevation. I pretty much spelled out GAP to him when I said that. It's not like I cared if anyone knew I was gay...but Alex was an exception for this. I don't want him to know because everything would be in shambles if he knows. It would be too awkard for one thing since he's a straight guy. And plus I can barely even concentrate when he's around! Multiply THAT feeling by a bajillion feelings when he finds out I'm gay. And besides, I wasn't exactly sure if he was ok with gay people. It's not like everyone's major cool about being heterosexually incompatible. He looked at me oddly as if I was out of this world, but I tried not to look at him. My heart pulse pretty much that it became like a hum and I could feel my cheeks becoming red roses. He smiled, "High school years...I'd love to say the same thing...but everyday feels like a Monday!"
I laughed, trying hard to make my laugh sound believeable since I was scared that he might find out and start ignoring me. At least in this way, that he doesn't know I'm gay, he gets to know me first...the real me. He'll notice that I'm not a stereotypically gay. I don't 'usually' fuck around with people I meet from the street and I don't limp my wrist and I don't listen to Boy George or Britney Spears. And that I NEVER EVER thought of cross dressing! That's just way out my league. I would wear tight fitting clothes, but I wouldn't go all the way and start wearing girl clothes to have that very tight look. That's just a way bit too much for me. And if anyone has ever tried a men's tight pants, it hurts 'down' there! Our manager came out of the emergency exit in the back and she completely smelled like she'd been living on booze and ciggarettes for a couple of weeks. She screamed out, "Alex! Get your butts down on the back and start opening up the packages and, Mar get ur ass on front and start cleaning up!"
Alex waved at me and ran to the back where there were other two guys in navy blue uniform who delivered the packages to the store. The rest of the night became really boring since there wasn't that much customers that night. When my shift was almost over, Alex passed by with his jacket on. When he saw me, he said happily, "Later Mar!"
I smiled a bit, even though the muscles on my cheek wanted to spread my lips from ear to ear. In a few seconds, I was so hopeful that somehow, he would ask me to go with him to watch a movie with him or something that would lead into spending one on one time with him. But when he left, that thought left with him, and soon, I stood there, holding a man's sweater, now imagining our lives in the future if we were meant to be together. I was out of hope that night but I still had my imagination to soothe me. Maybe, just maybe I could be those odds and maybe he is the one for me.
After work, since my closest friend Sean stood me up, I went inside a gay bar alone and sat there on the counter with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice on my hand. I drank bottle after bottle until I noticed that I had enough cash just for 3 more liquor. I didn't want to admit it to myself or to anyone, but having no boyfriends at all, really made me depressed. It has been a year and a half since my very first boyfriend already. Time and time again, I would say to myself to go out there and find a decent boyfriend, but somehow, it just never works. My shyness has gone to the extent that I don't even have the guts to say hello to guys I knew here. I stared hard at the Smirnoff bottle. I was a bit drunk by then, drinking six Smirnoffs... come on, and my bladder felt like it was about to burst. I sat there with seats besides mine empty. I didn't mind at all that I was alone at that bar that night. Sometimes, I really need my time for myself away from other people out there.
The T.V. on top of me was showing a special premier of the movie, "Pretty Woman." I was too concentrated on the beverage on my hand that I haven't even noticed that it was playing already for around thirty minutes or so. This movie was one of my favourite movies of all time. My video tape was already worn out since I used to watch it all the time back when I was twelve years old, the time when I thought I was straight! It was one of those movies that just leaves you wishing that there would be someone who would you pick you up and turn you from a starving artist to the next Sarah Michelle Gellar. It was already on the part where Julia Robert was avoiding a kiss from the mouth just because it was one of her prostitution commandments. Sigh...at least the guy's getting some.
I think I was the only one who was minding the movie at all. Other people around me talked and cheered and introduced each other, and kissing, and laughing. Two guys had already introduced themselves nicely to me either because they felt bad that I was sitting alone there or they just wanted some for tonight. But I sort of turned them down. I didn't actually tell them to get lost, but I didn't really tried to talk to them since my eyes were glued at the television screen, and plus I was sort of drunk that I was afraid that I might do something I'd regret later. One guy, though, I noticed, had been eyeing me ever since he sat down alone a seat far away from me. If I was around twenty five years old or so, I think I would be flattered, but he was helluva an old dude. His hair was already thinning and wrinkles could be spotted on his cheeks and forehead. And I don't know what he was wearing! He looked like he made a wrong turn to head home and ended up here. His goatee was already disappearing from the unshavened stubble that grew out pretty much like everywhere on his face. I wanted him to stop looking at me, or at least have someone to sit between us so I wouldn't have to be stalked by his aging eyes again. But he stared even longer than before and as soon as he noticed me staring back, he slid one seat closer to me. He must've thought I was interested! YUCK!!! He smiled and stared at me over his shoulder. He stank of stale beer and he smelled pretty much like a ciggarette stick. I dared not to look at him, not even when he greeted me eventhough he did nicely. "Hey...you're watching the movie too?"
"Uhh...yeah..." I replied trying to be nice as possible while trying to give a hint that I wasn't interested on ANYTHING from him. Not even a conversation. I took a glimpse of him for just a quick second. He was wearing this century-old leather jacket that didn't even match with his shirt inside or the pants he wore. And the shoes he wore didn't even match at all for him! I'm sorry but even a conservative guy can even dress better than THAT! The most ridiculous but hateful thing I saw for him was the golden band of marriage vows around his ring finger. What would his spouse think of him if they find out that he's hitting on a seventeen years old guy? One word: Pedophile.
"You come here often?" he asked. "Uhh...not really...just occasionally."
"Oh really. It's actually my first night hanging out here."
"Yeah I can see that," I said letting him know that I was looking at his wedding ring. He took his left hand away from the table and turned so the whole front side of his body was facing me. I'm sorry but he's just hidious. I generally don't say that since I believe that everyone's beautiful. But he's just hidious! And I'm almost drunk! That's how ugly he is! I just noticed that the few hairs that stuck out on the top of his pink golf shirt looked like it was actually trying to pull itself away from him. And has he ever heard of abtronics?! Geez, a few make ups here and there and a wig and he would really pass off to get a maternity leave! Okay! I think someone's telling me to go home now. I pulled a few bill from my wallet and placed it on the counter before getting up and going straight to the bathroom, since my bladder was really about to burst, looking straight at my direction so I didn't have to look at that monster!
The bathroom stank of course but I really couldn't help it. I peed in one of those stalls where the bottom part of the toilet is actually pushing your thighs away so you can't really cover 'yourself' while pissing freely. I think they that for a good reason...I mean it IS a gay place. I couldn't careless though, and I unbuttoned my zipper quickly and a yellow liquid streamed out of my dick straight to the the stall's wall. My cock was exposed to the naked public, and when I heard the door opening and closing. I shook my cock quickly whispering to 'him', "Come on you stupid fuck!"
When I saw who came, I almsot wanted to just dash out of there without giving a damnw wether I was done or not! It was that guy who had that awful clothes. Through the mirror on my right side where the sink was, I saw him walking closer and closer, and he was definitely looking at my cock! It wasn't SPECTACULAR but I was sort of 'hard' when I was giving it a few shake to make it go faster. I just hope that he understands I wasn't hard because of him. Not in a million years! He smiled in this really sickening way that actually made my cock shrivel! Now that's a turn off! I held my last pees, eventhough it stung like crazy, and dashed to the sink to wash my hand quickly. He said quietly, though creepy, "Hey. I thought you left."
"Yeah, but I really had to go...anyways. See ya," I said looking down on the dirty floor. Then, when I tried to pass by him, he grabbed my naked arm and he said trying to be seductive and all. "Hey, what's the hurry? I really want to get to know you better."
I darted my eyes straight to his eyes and I frowned, pulling my arm away from his grip. I saw this bulge in his pants that looked too unreal "Get lost YA creep! And please! Throw that dildo away! Guys that're old as you can't get those kind of hard ons okay?!"
He grabbed me again but now by the hair. He pulled me by the hair and I tried to pull away but my scalp felt like it was about to break apart. I yelled and punched and I kicked and punched him till my hand smacked his crotch and made this loud crack: like the sound of a thick vegetable breaking in two. His hand loosened his hold on my hair and he dropped to his knees and yelped in pain. I rubbed my scalped while kicking him twice at his fat belly. I yelled, "Stupid fuck! No one messes around with my hair!"
I kicked him again at his crotch and left. My scalp was still burning when I left the bar but my toes and knuckles were still itching to take another kick and punch at him. I wanted to kill him so BAD! Not because my hair but to what he did to me. For the very first time of my life, I almost got raped! I walked as fast as I could towards my car but I swung left to right bumping to people I passed through. My head was still wobbling and my vision was twisting. Then I bumped into someone so bad that I thought that I had fallen down with him. Actually, we both did but he saved my fall. I looked at him and my twisted vision saw a brunette spiked haired guy who shook his head from confusion. I cursed myself and apologized, "Sorry...drunk!"
I tried to get up but it was like something invincible was pushing down my shoulders that made it hard to get up. I stumbled and almost fell down but the guy had manage to grab the front of my shirt and pulled me straight back up. I got a bit irritated and I cried outloud, "Le' go! I'm fine...see! No worry!"
He rolled his eyes, I think. I wasn't too sure really with my vision twisting as if I was looking through a thick magnifying glasses. I looked at him, and I gotta admit, he was FIIIINE! Whew I think the guy upstairs finally answered my wish! I cried out loud, in stupity and also because I was DRUNK, unfortunately not TOO drunk to not remember this specific event, "Dude...you're fucking hot!"
Without hesitating at all, and also because I was losing my balance, I grabbed him by his shirt. His upper body slightly swayed forward and with his face close to mine, I took the oppurtinity to move my head forward to meet his lips with mine. I was rather sloppy when I kissed him, tongue going everywhere, a really embarrassing scenery if I saw myself doing it. But, the really cool thing that happened was that he didn't resisted at all. His tongue fought, and, he was as sloppy as I was! Maybe he's drunk too, I really couldn't tell. It was a stroke of luck that he actually felt what I felt that evening: major horny! Before I knew it, I was in bed, all my clothes taken off and barebacking him up in the ass doggy style . He shouted and squirmed and groaned, and I wasn't sure wether I'd continue or not. By the time I had cummed inside him, he was lying down on the bed with his waist lying on the bed. I dropped down on his sweaty back and fell asleep!
I woke up the next day, with the most unbearable headache. The aroma of the room, which I guessed was probably a motel room since it looked like a bachelor's bedroom, only it had curtains neatly drawn from the sides and no clothes anywhere, except my clothes and the other guy's clothes. I desperately tried to find my watch when I just noticed that it was a Saturday and I always have work at 1pm. When I finally got my watch, I screamed outloud when I noticed the time, exactly noon! My boss is sooo going to kill me!
I got up and the guy, who's still remained nameless and hidden away inside the two layers of blanket, groaned and threw the sheets away from his body. He moaned, in this really raspy, a bit high voice, "Why'd you scream so loud?"
His head was covered with a pillow as I got up out of the bed and when I grabbed my shirt and my clothes, he took away the pillow off his face and when I look up to see him, I thought to myself that I'm no different from that old guy at ALL! I couldn't breathe, actually I felt sick to my stomach! I was fucking a guy that young?! I'm sorry...a BOY! Oh my god! Watch out people! I'm officialy a PEDOPHILE! Get those anti-horny pills ready 'cuz I surely need them! He's like what...12?! Yeah he's got pubes, but only in his dick! He had no hair anywhere else, he barely even HAD any in his armpits! He was pretty tall though, almost as tall as me. No hair at ALL at his face, maybe peach fuzz but not stubbles or discolouration of the skin because of the hair follicles! And oh my god his face! It's crying outloud to me, 'LOOK! I look exactly like my mom! And I haven't aged at all since I was 12!' This surely isn't a wish granted from God. It was a JOKE! A mean mean cruel joke! Why does everything have to happen to me?
"Hey my hair's not messed yet, cool!" he said with that highish raspy voice, while he patted his air. He caught a glimpse of me and noticed my disgusted look. He gazed at me confused, "What's wrong?"
"Oh let me see! Where should I start...oh yeah that's right I had sex with a minor!" I'm a minor too, but barely since I WAS turning eighteen in 7 months. He giggled and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Listen! I'm sorry but what happened last night was a complete mistake! I was drunk and I thought you were 6 years older! God! I can't believe I had sex a tween boy like you! What was I thinking?"
"Excuse me?!" he asked with a really bitchy voice. "Get to your head Mr. Whoever-you-are! I ain't no pop-loving-recess-hangin'-boy okay?! I'm fifteen! 1 and 5! Don't judge the person by the cover okay? And I paid for this motel okay?! So don't call me a boy okay?!"
"Okay!" I said sarcastically. His attitude wasn't even matured yet either. It didn't make a difference whether he was 15, he was still younger! My expectations are lot older than that! And the way he looked, the 1 and 5 didn't really made a big difference. His looks says it all. "But I have the rights to judge you by the way you look! You look like you haven't even gone to puberty yet! Scares me to think that I might be a pedophile!"
"Hmph! Maybe you are...pedo!"
"Fuck you!" I said. That really irritated me! I know I'm not pedophile since I don't hang out in the park looking at 'boys' and I'm not afraid of police checking my computer since I have nothing to hide! Having sex with that tween really degraded me to a straight person. Drinking is bad, it makes you do things you don't want to do. Maybe that old guy was drunk too! I got dressed and yelled to him, "I'm outta here! Go home! You're momma's worried sick already."
He was cursing like a mad'boy' before I could shut the door and headed outside. While I was going to work, I felt like a police was tracking me down whispering to his partner, 'There's that sick pedo! Let's get him and beat him with our tazers!"
Of course there weren't any police that was tracking me down, but I sure felt like someone was. Eventually someone will find out and I'll be in jail because of something I did simply because I was too drunk to be able to think. Before I got to work, I went straight home to take a quick shower. I was definitely late! Like one hour late, and when my manager saw me, her facial expression made me back away a bit. Alex was already helping someone out, and when he saw me, he lipped, 'You're late!'
And I lipped back, 'I know!'
He smiled and shook his head before he got the shirt from the top shelve to hand it to the customer. It was pretty empty but the the clothes were all piled up unfixed. There was probably a herd of customers a while ago, thank god I was late! Finally, there was a good thing that came out of having sex with that tween boy. While I was fixing the women's tee shirts, I couldn't help notice the new worker who had been standing facing me fixing the clothes in the other table. She had major knockers and even though I'm gay, I still couldn't stop looking at it. I mean...humongous! Double D? She smiled when she noticed me looking at 'them.' I blushed and looked down at the clothes I was fixing. Looking at it was bad enough, but being noticed was even worse. But not as worse as having sex with a MINOR!
After work, after I had cleaned up all the clothes that were untidy, I went to the storage room and checked out my schedule. The girl was there and when I got there to take a peek at the schedule, Alex came out of nowhere and stood beside me to look at the schedule. Instead of looking at the schedule board, my eyes were in the corners of my eye sockets staring at Alex. His cologne perfumated my nostrils and his clothes made him look much more even attractive. When he noticed me looking, I blushed and asked him quickly, "Two shifts again for me."
"Heh! You should get out of school, you'd get more shifts that way!" he exclaimed showing his nice perfect teeth as he smiled. I was still staring at him admiring his beauty, but then, I noticed the girl staring at me. Once my eyes caught hers, she smiled devilishly as if she knew a secret I didn't know. I looked back at the schedule one more time before I grabbed my belonging and walked back to the front of the store. I hadn't noticed that Alex was following me until he asked, "So where you going tonight?"
I was really surprised that he was just right behind me, if I had said a word about how hot he was to myself, he would've heard it! I explaining, "I'm all beat, I'm gonna head home or something."
"You want to come with me then? You don't have to run or anything, just sit and a cafe and order in some coffee," he said. Was I hearing RIGHT?! Is he asking me on a DATE? Okay, now THIS is a wish granted from the guy upstairs! High five god! I promise, I'll build a chapel on your behalf (highly unlikely!). I stumbled with words before I could simply say the word, "Sure."
"Great! Well I'll just head off to the bank and withdraw some money, I'll be back in a few okay?" he asked. The girl who noticed me looking at his melon hooters excused herself as she slipped herself between us and headed outside. Her butt was bigger than I had expected when it brushed against my pants. Then, Alex left the store too and headed upstairs, but before he did, he gazed at the girl and slipped out a smile when the girl looked back. I wasn't too sure wether that was a good sign, or not.
Thanks for reading! Okay what's the deal w/ the pedophile theme for this chapter? Heh well, you can check my thoughts in my site at: lilchucklez.virtualave.net/index2.html :: aitz? Oh yeah btw, I'm not a pedophile. See yaz!