Usual disclaimer stuff..... This is an adult oriented story with adult characters. All characters are of legal age. The stuff that is included in this segment has to do with unprotected sex, goth, and drinking. If you are offended by this, then please, read it anyways. I prefer constructive criticism, but all criticism can be taken as a lesson to improve. Also, I would like to point out that most of this work is from fiction. Of the characters that are based off of real people that I know, I have used them with their permission.
Heartbreak - PART 1
Tonight was the night. I had to break it off. I loved him SO MUCH, but I just could not bear the thought of ever hurting him, and I knew that if he stayed with me he could get hurt. I would not be able to live with myself if he hated me.
First of all, a little bit about me. My name is Beau, but when I got into the goth scene, my friends decided to call me D'Archon (pronounced Dark-on). I don't know where they pulled that from, but it stuck. There were 13 of us in all. I met them all one night at a Vampire club in a basement in New York City. I had moved to the city a couple of years before, but I did not go out clubbing a lot. I had more important things to do that look for friends, but I got so lonely at one point that I thought I would go insane.
I had been out eating, and had heard some goth kids mention the club, and the password to get in. My curiosity had been piqued. I had not ever really considered myself a goth, but I do admit that I wear a lot of black. Most people think that I am just always depressed, but in all honesty I just live by the motto "I know that basic black is just so 5-minutes ago, but hell..... It accessorizes!"
As you probably also guessed from my motto, YES, I am gay, but I don't really look like it. I am very straight looking, and straight acting. I have known that I was differant from the time that I was 12. By the time I was 16, I knew what it was called that made me different, and the day after my 18th birthday, I had my first gay experiance. It was not really anything spectacular, but it was good none the less. All I did was give the guy a hand job, but that was only the beginning. I have done just about everything you can think of since then, and I still can't get enough.
Now where was I? Ahh..... Yes..... The goth club. I made it to the door in the dark alley, and told the password to the guy that remarkable resembled Lurch from the Addams family. As soon as I went in downstairs into the dark hallway, I knew that I was in a place removed from time. Everything was old, but in remarkable good shape. The darkness was more for ambiance than out of disrepair like I was expecting. I walked down a long dark hallway to a large wooden door. It was very ornate with carvings of devils, and demons writing in fire, and scenes of people being tourtured. The door was covered with large studs, and all of the hardware was old steel, and brass, and looked like it came out of an old english castle. I chucked to myself as I realized what I was thinking when I saw it..... "Knock three times, and ask for Dracula".
I went into the dark room beyond. I was already used to the dark from the alley, and the hallway, so my eyes did not need to adjust that much more, but I had to let my ears adjust. They were playing music that sounded like a cross of metal, orchastra, and techo. There were not as many people there as I though there would be, but the night was still young. I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. I took my drink, and walked around for a bit, and slowly made my way across the room. There were some people on the dance floor, but noone there interested me. As I went across the room, I saw someone that did catch my eye.
He was young, but not like a teenager. He looked to be in his early twentys. He had the usual goth black hair, white makup with black eyes. He was wearing the goth black boots, and black ripped jeans, but his shirt was off. At first, I thought that he had put makeup on his entire body seeing that he was almost an alabaster white, but when I got closer, I saw that he was naturally this light. I slipped into the shadows and watched him for a bit. His body moved so fluidly with the music that I was having a hard time believing that he was even real. As he danced, he turned towards me, but did not see me. I was pleasantly suprised to find he had a nice ammount of dark fur covering his chest and stomach. He was thin, but had some muscle to him. I guess what they call a swimmers build. I was captivated with him. Every detail about him was so unnaturally perfect that for a while, I was really believeing that he was indeed a vampire. I knew better, but still..... It is nice to fantasize.
More people were coming in, so I had to move from my spot. I made my way up to the upper level so that I could look down, and watch him if I found a good spot. When I got up there, that is when I saw the group. There were 11 of them there. All guys. All with good builds, and in the stereotypical goth outfits. One of them who was obviously the leader saw me looking, and gave me a very toothy smile. I grinned inwardly as I saw he was wearing a set of fangs. He waved me over. I really wanted to watch the young guy on the dance floor, but at the same time, I wanted to have a little fun too, and right now, I needed some more friends. I walked over to the table. The leader said "Please..... Sit with us."
I sat down on the floor, and one of them asked me what I had to drink. They all chucked when I told them a Bloody Mary with extra blood (extra liquor). They took turns introducing themselves. The Leader was named Lestat (like I did not see that one coming). Then there was Lucious, Damon, Gregor, Marcello, Tomas, Damiano, Vlad, Boris, Warlock, and Priscilla (that one I had yet to figure out, but they call him Prissy).
I introduced myself at that time. "My name is Beau, and before you ask, my parents were idiots." That got a chuckle from them.
"None of us go by the christian names out parents gave us. We prefer to make up our own names that are sacred only to us. If you want to hang with us, we recommend you do the same".
I listened to what Lestat said, and it made sense. "I don't know how to even begin to chose a name." I said.
"Why don't you let us choose one for you?" I looked over at the unseen person that had talked. Walking up behind me was the boy from the dance floor. Sitting there on the floor, looking up at him, his crotch was at eye level. I could not make out any details, but I could tell there was a good size bulge there. This was a time that I REALLY hated BLACK. I looked up into his eyes, and saw that they were so dark of a brown, that they were almost black, and I once again loved the color. I was totally captivated by him.
"sh-sh-sh-sure", I managed to stutter, and then grinned sheepishly "What did you have in mind?".
Lestat let out of loud laugh, and said "looks like we got another queer here. Watch out Karl, and he might make a move on you".
This got a round of laughs from all of them, and it took every single ounce of self control to keep from breaking out into one of the deepest reddest blushs I had EVER encountered. I started to panic a bit, but I realized that there was no menace in the words. 'ANOTHER QUEER'????? Who else was gay? I figured Priscilla, for obvious reasons, but everyone else looked normal. Well, as normal as goth kids can get, I guess.
Karl let out a little chuckle, then said "Don't worry. All of us are Gay. We all enjoy a little dick, and a little blood. I take that back. We all enjoy a BIG dick, and a lot of blood". At that, every one of them broke out in laughter, and some were even rolling across the floor. When the words sunk in, I laughed too. I knew at that point that I was with friends.
It was later that night that Karl named me D'Archon.
When I left that morning (just before the sun was coming up), I was invited to meet with them the next night, but I had to decline. I had to work the evening, and told them that I tended to be busy during the week. I asked them if I could meet with them the next weekend, and they agreed. I gave Lestat my cell number, and he promised to call when he knew what the password would be for the next saturday night. He informed me that the password was different every night to make sure that no uninvited guest show up.
I smiled to myself as I went home, and climed into bed. I lay there for a while thinking about the events of that night. I was extremly tired, and the sheets felt good against my naked body. I started to stroke myself thinking about Karl. As I thought about running my tounge over his entire body, I shot my load. I cleaned it up, and drifted off into a sound sleep. I slept better that day than I had in a long time.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am 6'1", 225 lbs of pure muscle. I have dark brown hair that is almost black. I have a fair complexion, and thankfully, I have long since gotten past the stage where I get a lot of blemishes. I think that my best feature are my eyes. They are set kinda deep, and my brow is kinda low, so it gives them a hooded look. People have to really look to see them, but I like making eye contact. When they finally see them, they see that they are a unique color. They look brown at first, but when the light changes, they look green. When you look at them closely, you see that they are really BOTH. I have a BROWN ring around the pupil, and a green ring around the brown one. On top of this, the is a DARK BLUE ring that surrounds the entire iris. It makes for a very unique look.1
I am moderalty furry. I have hair on my chest, and stomach. The hair goes up my legs, and covers my ass nicely. I like having body hair, so I leave it. I get off to hairy men also. To me, nothing feels better than my hands rubbing on a firm chest or abs, and feeling hair on it. The thicker the better, but even a light dusting can be enticing.
I did not always look this good. Back in school, I was shorter and fatter. When I graduated, I was only 5'11", and weighted 290 lbs. I put up with years of torture and finally got the initiative to hit the gym and do something about it. It took a couple of years of hard work, but I am no longer afraid to show off my body, and instead of being the shy introvert that I was in school, I am now quite a bit of an exhibitionist. I show off what I got every chance I get. I also love sex. I am nicely hung as well. I have a 7 inch UNCUT cock, but it is really thick, and a set of low hanging balls that when I am limp hang lower than my cock head. Also, my cock is pierced. I had it done on a whim, and I have never regretted it. I have not measured how thick my cock is, but every time I try to fuck a guys ass, he will not let me. That is why I usually end up being the bottom. I don't care either way. It all feels good to me. One other thing that is unusual about me is that I don't like having my dick sucked. I am really ticklish, and it gets uncomfortable. I tend to spend more time laughing than enjoying it. I am more than happy to suck dick, and get fucked.
I tend to be mysterious about my job, but in truth, it is really boring. I am an accountant. I was always good with numbers. I tell people that I work nights and stuff to be mysterious, but that is not the real truth. I don't tell people my real reasons. I just tell them that I am alergic to sunlight and shit so that they play along. I have several personal accounts that I manage, and I work out of my aparment. My late hours are actually good for my clients seeing that a lot of them are famous, and can sneak in and out of my place in the cover of darkness. I make good money doing it, and I have made close friends with my customers. I never even think about embezzeling from them, and they can tell I am honest. They just think I am a little strange, but if you knew half of the stuff that some of them were buying, then I would not even register on everyones STRANGE SCALE.
I live in a nice apartment in New York City. I like it there. I have a lot of privacy, and I can come and go as I please. If I do anything weird, my neighbors don't care. When I started out this vampire trend, they just figured it was a phase, and put up with my strange hours. In return, I made sure that I never did anything in my apartment that would disturb them.
I did the usual stuff throughout the week, and by friday eveing, Lestat called my cellphone and gave me the password. I got to the club early, but they were all there, except for Karl. I did not want to make it look like he was the reason that I showed up, so I only mentioned him in passing, and pretended to forget his name. I know that Priscilla saw right through me, but he did not say anything.
About 30 minutes after getting there, Lestat got a call on his cellphone. It was Karl. His car was acting up, and could not make it. Lestat gave everone the news. I asked What kinda of car Karl drove, and he told me a 93 Grand Prix. I was actually a mechanic before I moved to the city, and I know those cars really well. I asked him if he wanted me to go to him, and either try to fix his car, or bring him here. Most of them gave a knowing smile, but I feigned innocense. He said sure, and told me that Marcello knew the way there, and if I did not mind, he would just ride with me so that I did not get lost. We left out, and Lestat called Karl to let him know that we were on our way.
I got into the drivers seat of my Aurora. Marcello got into the passenger seat and commented on how nice the car was. It was a gift to myself for landing 3 wealthy clients. I bought it new, but I had a hard time getting it. It is a BLACK 99 Aurora with dark graphite interior. It has all of the options. It was hard to get it in all black, but I managed. I loved it, and it showed. I kept this car looking new. When we were in, and the seatbelts on, Marcello told me to cross the Throgs neck Bridge, and get on the L.I.E. heading east. Karl lived on the Island in Nassau. We arrived at Karls house about a hour later. Traffic was a mess, so it took longer than we had hoped.
When we got to Karls house, I saw immediatly what the problem was with his car, but I did not have the parts or tools to fix it. I told him I had a friend named Brian that worked at a Pepboys in Commack that could help him the next day, and told him I would have him come by. He decided that it was too late to head to the club, so he invited us in instead. Marcello called Lestat to let him know we were going to stay there for the night, and not to wait for us.
We went in, and Karl showed us to the den. He went to the kitchen to get some drinks, and Marcello and I got to talking. I asked Marcllo how long he had know then memers of the group. Turns out he had know Lestat since 2nd grade. All the rest, he had met in high school with the exception of Prissy.
"Okay. I gotta ask. How did he come by the name Priscilla?"
Marcello just smiled. "I think that I will let Karl tell you that story".
"Tell him what story?" Karl asked returning from the kitchen with a couple of wine coolers.
"About how James got named Priscilla" Marcello said.
Karl Just laughed. "That was my doing. He was the last member of our group to join. We did initiations back then. I told him that he had to wear a dress to the club. We did not think that he would, but he wanted to join us so bad that he did. He showed up wearing an old-fashioned ball gown like you would see in 'Gone With the Wind' or something. We all were laughing so hard."
"I kinda get it, but I would think of naming him Scarlet, or something" I said.
This got some laughter out of them. "We were going to" said Marcello, "But at the time, there was a woman working the bar named Scarlet. James when up to her and said in a Georgia Belle southern drawl 'Why Scahlet..... You jes look LUV-UH-LEE'. She looked at him and did not even smile. She deadpanned, and said in the same drawl 'Why Prissy. Thank you most kindly'. That just did it for us. Ever since then, he has been called either Prissy, or Priscilla."
By this time, Karl, and I were on the floor rolling in laughter.
Marcello was having a hard time not laughing, and finally, gave into it. We were all rolling on the floor, and Marcello ended up on top of us. I felt him pressing into me, and could tell that he was hard. I just kept laughing and was enjoying the contact when I noticed that neither one of them were laughing anymore. They were locked into a deep kiss. I just stared in amazment. I knew that they were all suposedly gay, but never really thought about it. Karl pulled me closer to him, and started rubbing my chest while marcello started grinding his hard cock into my own hard cock. He reached his hand down and slipped it into my pants, grabbing it around the base. He inhaled sharply when he realized just how thick it was. Karl felt him tense up, and asked him what the matter was.
"His cock. It's HUGE". Marcello wispered.
"I'm not that big. Just kinda thick".
"Stop being so modest" Karl said. "Pull your pants off if you think that you are man enough to fuck us".
"I have a better idea. Why don't you take my pants off of me if you think that you are man enough to take it?" I grinned devilishly.
Karls grin went from ear to ear. I stood up and he got onto his knees. He crawled over to me, and slowly began to unbutton my pants. As he was doing this, Marcello got up, came behind me, and started taking off my shirt. As Marcello lifted my shirt up over my head, Karl got my pants down, and pulled them out of the way while I stepped out of them. I was wearing a thong, and Marcello was admiring the way that the rear strip disappeared in between my ass cheeks before reappearing again just below my balls. He got down on his knees, and started rubbing my lightly hairy ass and started pulling the strip out of my ass cheeks with his teeth.
In front of me, Karl was rubbing my cock through the thin material of my thong, and slowly got up the nerve to pull it down. He did it agonizingly slow, and I thought that if he did not hurry, I would have to do it for him. I was ready, and I wanted our clothes off NOW.
As Karl was kneeling there, I leaned over and started pulling off his shirt. When I bent over, Marcello took the initiative, and pulled the rear of my thong down, and buried his face in my ass. I inhaled sharply as I felt his tounge probing my hot throbbing hole. It had been a long time since I had been ploughed, and even longer since I had been eaten out. I felt him begin to slowly lick up, then go back down again. When he got to my hole, I felt him probe into it, then pull out, and circle around it. He spit on it and then dove in again driving his toung in as far as he could. I felt it push past the tight ring and knew that he was tasting what was inside me.
I turned my attention back to Karl. I got his shirt off, and started rubbing my hands all over his back, neck, and head. I pulled his face closer to my crotch, and felt his warm breath as he buried his face in my groin and inhaled deeply and sighed. He grabbed my waistband and pulled my thong down to my ankles. He gasped in suprise when he saw the ring going through the head of my cock, and partially covered by my forskin. He gently pulled it back, and seemed almost sad when he saw that it was clean (I am a stickler for hygeine, and so I don't allow Smegma, also known as cheese, to form). He took my cock tentevly into his hot mouth, and slowly slid all the way down to the base. I gasped as I felt hem swallow, and realized that my cockhead was going down his throat. He backed of slowly, and then slid his tounge under the forskin. He licked around the head, then slowly ran his tounge down the base of my cock going all the way under, then took my right nut into his mouth. He rolled it around gently with his tounge, then released it and moved to the other one. After going back and forth between my balls for a few minutes, he turned his attention back to my cock, and slowly started working the head while stroking the shaft with his right hand and squeezing my balls with his left.
Marcello pulled back from my ass, and slowly slipped one finger into my hot hole. I gasped as he pushed it all the way in with the only lube being from his saliva. It felt so good, but I wanted something a lot larger in there. I decided to be patient, and let him work me slowly. He slowly slid in a second and third finger. He worked me slowly, and I was gasping and moaning in delight. He had 3 fingers buried in my ass, and my cock was currently in Karls throat with his nose buried in my pubes. I have never had a blowjob like this before. Normally, I can't stand my cock being messed with, but Karl knew what he was doing.
I pulled Karl back when I realized that I was ready to blow my load. He looked disappointed, but I smiled warmly at him. "don't worry. You will get it soon enough. But for now, I want to enjoy it". He grinned widely, and I pulled him to his feet. I pulled his face to mine, and our lips touched. We kissed passionatly, with each of our tounges battling for dominace. He reaced one hand around behind me, and slid 2 finger into my hole along with Marcello's 3. I reached down, and took his hard cock into my hand. His pants were undone already, so I just shoved them down onto the floor. His cock was hard as a rock. It was about 8 inches long, really wide, and pointed straight up and was pressed against his abs. He already had a trail of precum that shone slickly on his abs and was trailing down to top of his trimmed pubes. He was cut, but I did not care. I wanted to suck him off, but he had other plans. He pulled his face from mine long enough to tell us we needed to get into a bed NOW. He pulled us into his room. Both of them wanted my ass, but neither one of them was going to let the other go first. I had a wide grin.
"Why don't you both fuck me at the same time?"
They looked at each other, and I saw the sheer lust in their eyes. I had them lay on the bed on their backs. They locked their legs together, and that is when I got a good look at Marcellos cock. His was as thick as Karls, but shorter. Maybe 6.5 to 7 inches, and he was uncut. His skin was darker than Karls' but when I saw them laying there with their dicks pressed together waiting on me, I nearly lost it then and there. I wanted them now, but I knew I had to wait. I climbed on top of them, and waited as they lubed up their cocks with saliva. Karl had me straddle his face so that he could lube up my hole with his toung. He ate me for about a minute, then they both declared that they were ready. I grinned evily, and straddeled them both. I took their cocks in my hand, and slowly slid down over them. They both moaned in unison as they double penetrated my hot ass.
I was used to having big things in there. My cock was thick enough that most guys did not want to attempt it, so I was used to being a bottom. When I realized that a cock pounding my ass felt just as good as me pounding another guys ass, I went and bought a whole assortment of dildos and had worked at stretching my hole out. My last lover like to fist me, so I was able to take just about anything that I wanted.
When I got all the way down on both their cocks, I did not give them time to adjust to it. I knew that they were not going to take long, so I immediatly starts pulling up, then slamming back down. The force of my weight going down full force on their shafts as fast as I could, and the fact that the only lube was their spit, I knew that it would not take long for the spit to dry out, and increase the friction. I felt the slight burning sensation of their cocks moving fast. As fast as I could go down, they were thrusting up to meet me. The effect was that I was getting slammed by two cocks at once, and they were slamming a tight hole at the same time. I think that when they realized they were both fucking the same hole at the same time, they could not take it any more. I felt Marcellos' cock begin to pulse as he shot his load into my ass. I knew that Karl was close, but I did not want his in my ass. I lifted straight up, and turned around. I shoved my ass into Marcello's face, and let him start eating his own seed out of my used hole, as I started going down on Karl. No sooner had I taken it into my mouth when Karl was moaning loudly, and shooting his load down my throat. Karl pushed me up, but Marcello grabbed my hips and made me start grinding my hole into his mouth. He wanted all his seed out of my ass. While I was upright, Karl took my throbbing cock into his mouth and started sucking in earnest. With the combined sensations of Marcello's toung deep in my hole, and my cock rubbing against the back of Karls throat, I was soon shooting my load deep into his throat.
This is the end of part one. I know that it is kinda long, but I there is just so much that I wanted to add. This is my first attempt at writing this, so if you have any feedback, criticism, or just want to tell me what you think, then please email me at cssc3100@hotmail.com
Thanks.
1. I just wanted to point out here that despite the description of my body, that is a REAL description of my eyes