This contains gay love and sexual acts as well as some major emotional turmoil. If such material offends you, or you are not of age in your region for this type of reading material then please leave for your own good before you get caught however if you don't heed this advice and lets face its if you are underage or in an area where this illegal I cant stop you so with that said...
Any characters mentioned in this story are purely fictional as is the story any relevance is purely coincidental.
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I just wanted to also say that I probably wont give the characters names so that it gives you the reader room to add your own set of names making the story unique for everyone. Or you can just stick to their titles in the family.
From part 2:
After my brush with death I have never felt more alive. Now it could just be the adrenaline from the day's events or it could be the drugs in my body or a new height of spiritual awareness. Either way I'm alive and I love it. Whether they hate me or love me, shun me or accept me I'm going to change. The closet doesn't exist anymore.
I might cause a few ripples.
Part 3
Drifting in that void of darkness was not as peaceful as I had hoped. In between every bit of drama I was hoping to get some nice, relaxing, sleep. Time travel that was what I wanted, to close my eyes in one time and to open them in another. However no such luck instead I gained the joyous opportunity to revisit my past my memories. Friends, family, events, lovers (or more to the point severe lack of).
You know those friends that stick with you for life. You may grow apart but there will always be the connection between you as you spent the first years of your life growing up together before you started to realise what clique you fell into or what school and social dynamics were.
Zara and Scarlett.
Always there. Through every year we could always stop and chat in the hallways or in classes that we shared. I moved in with the moderately popular group of pretty people who where mainly vulgar and narcissistic but they were funny so I stuck with them. Zara however became the artsy type always sat somewhere drawing. She was a couple of months younger than me and a little shorter than me. She was real not the skinny bitch that chats shit about carbs and calories. She was curvy with a knack for being honest no matter how it made you feel.
Whereas Scarlett was a completely different end of the spectrum. Older, taller and thinner. White blond hair quite a stark difference to Zara's dark auburn colour Scarlett was just as much brain as she was slag. How many girls can say they lost there virginity on the bank of a canal at the age of fourteen whilst also getting A*s in most of their exams. Scarlett was stunning. Although a slight problem with doubting herself in looks and brains but generally tried to please whether it be telling a lie to make someone feel better or using her tongue in other ways.
The morning before I stupidly tried to end it all I found Zara and Scarlett together in a computer room at college. Both of them doing IT as Scarlett wanted to become a designer and Zara wanted to become a fully fledged artist and both needing to know how to get themselves out there whilst also needing to know the business aspects they often worked together to complete homework. So finding them together came as no large surprise.
"Hey" I said to them as I walked up to them hoping they could cheer me up as I was feeling crap after the night before and after realising what a little bastard my brother was which I will come to later.
"Hey" they both replied in unison back to me issuing a small smile from them both.
"So how are you guys doing?" I asked them both as it had been a while since we had last talked and I enjoyed finding out how it they had been.
"Well I'm doing great I've met an awesome dude who doesn't mind being in an open relationship" replied Scar as I had called her since we were young partially because I was too lazy to say the let part when there was a shorter version and partially cause it annoyed her but she loves me.
"And for those of us that aren't absolute whores I'm doing great too" Zara sniped back at Scar whilst telling me that she was alright. Two birds' one stone.
It was one of the many things we had in common. Apart from a sick sense of humour which we remedied by spending hours going through sickipedia on Scar's iPhone and a love for men - although they didn't know that, we all loved to make snide remarks about each other. It wasn't hurtful it was just trying to vent the anger of everyday life with friends and turning into a competition of sorts.
Whilst I was pondering on our little infra structure that oh too infrequently crossed paths I failed to notice the bell had wrung and that my two friend were packing up and leaving for there lesson.
"Guys" I called after them and waited for them to turn around. "I just want you to know I will always love you" I softly said to them. They could both see it in My eyes but they both knew they had to get to the next class as there English teacher was heavily pregnant and usually renowned for being angry and cruel let alone the how added hormones effected her. "we love you too babe" Came Zara's very tactile reply whilst Scar just nodded along.
They left and I was just standing alone just me and the whirring of the computer hard drives when I heard him.
The dickhead had arrived - just think of any dickhead as they're all the same really - my supposed friend the one who was homophobic as was the rest of our group whether it was the fact that they liked to make jokes that were funny or the fact that I thought that hanging with people that didn't like gays would act as a mirror to suspicion for me.
"Mate why are you talking to those dykes?" he said a look of confusion on his face.
"What dykes?" I asked him knowing perfectly well about who he meant.
"Those two girls you were talking you know the fact one with the big tits and the skinny one with the big arse." He said describing two good friends over exaggerating their bodies. Scar wasn't skinny she had muscle and Zara wasn't fat she just wore loose clothes and her boobs made her look bigger than she was.
"They're not DYKES you FUCKING DICK!" I screamed at him taking no more shit from him about my two very good friends about people I grew up with about people that I shared things with, not everything but more than I tell any other people.
He stood there in stunned silence as I stormed out of the room and made my way home.
The night before had not gone well and it was all thanks to my annoying, snivelling, manipulative, little bastard of a little brother.
As the older sibling I had been put in charge as my Mum and Dad had gone off to see my gran on my Mum's side of the family leaving me alone with him. So, naturally I told him to do whatever he wanted whilst I went and did my own thing which mainly consisted of checking my Facebook maybe watching some stuff online catching up on shows the usual. So I was sitting on my computer halfway through the an episode of misfits, one of my all time favourite shows thanks to channel 4, when he comes in asking for dinner. I can't believe I had forgotten dinner especially how I don't even eat food I inhale it. Constantly hungry, bottomless pit the usual family pet names that I went along with secretly wanting to kill my mother every time she said it.
We ordered Chinese I can't remember what it was exactly but I had to go to pick it up but thankfully it was only `round the corner. I asked him if he wanted to come but judging by the fact that he was so engrossed in his movie that he didn't even hear my question I soon realised that I hadn't a chance of getting him out the house into the cold December air.
I casually took my time no need to rush and there was no way I was running in my converses as they were a bit loose and prone to slip off when I ran. I got into the place and placed the order, waited around, happy as a clam. Well not really I was sitting across the room from a very generously sized gentleman that had an odour problem. Near put me off my Chinese.
I made my way home again casual as anything, no need to rush just enjoying the crisp breeze in the air trying to long out the time before I had to become the responsible one again.
Opening the front door was a relief as it was warm inside. The heating was on, the fire was on. What more could you ask for.
You could ask not to find your little brother upstairs on your computer going through your extensive history of gay porn generally revolving around bigger older guys and younger smaller guys. That's what I could have asked for.
I'm not stupid so coming out with the generic "it's not what it looks like" would be just useless.
"Freak your going to burn in hell" oh yes there he is – mummy's boy.
"I am going to tell Mum and Dad everything" he looked in my eyes and said it straight to me.
Fuck I couldn't let them find out. No matter what I couldn't let them find out. "what do you want?" I asked him knowing full well he was a materialistic son of a bitch. No offence Mum. In fact fuck that, full offence Mum.
"I want £500 by tomorrow afternoon" he said running off to his own room.
"Little fucker" I whispered under my breath.
That was the moment I decided to escape. That was the moment I decided to die.
After I got home still shaking with anger after screaming at the dickhead about calling my friends dykes I went upstairs only to run into the little shit I have to call my little brother.
"Have you got my money" He said with a tone of power in his voice. Thinking he's the big guy now I suppose. Thinking he could manipulate me however he wants I suppose. Oh how wrong you are.
"You know it's contagious" I said watching his naive face drop.
"And you little brother of mine have been living with me for years so you tell mum and dad about me and they will know your one too" I whispered darkly in his face I could see his twelve year old mind whirring wondering if I was lying or not. I know I shouldn't have said those things, I shouldn't have said things that forwarded the belief that we were all contagious and that it was a disease I just wanted revenge.
I walked upstairs, logged on to Facebook and sent a simple message to Scar and Zara. "Goodbye, I love you".
I sat on the edge of my bed and slowly started to remove all my clothes taking off my size 11 shoes and slipping off my socks. Sliding my thick winter coat off my body as the heat in the house was making me sweat. I brought my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it to the floor not caring about the mess as I dint have to clean it up. I undid my belt and slid my baggy jeans down to my ankles and kicked them aside. Finally I took off my pant and threw them over my shoulder not caring where they landed. I reclined back on my bed thinking that if I'm gonna die I'm gonna wank one last time.
I started by thinking about him, Scarlett's brother, originally one of the main reasons I was friends with Scarlett as he set us up so to speak. Milo. I don't even know whether he even notices me but as my dick started to rise I didn't care I just sat back and thought of his hot stocky build about 3 inches taller than me, deep brown eyes, the same white blond hair. Just the thought of his body was apparently enough as I stoked my dick up and down thankful for the foreskin and the easier movement because of it, thankful that with every upwards stroke as I squeezed my dick and put pressure on all those nerve endings that it sent jolts through my legs. My approaching orgasm couldn't be stopped. I had gone too far as I usually surfed on the edges of orgasm for awhile but this was desperate. I came. The fire and dull heat slowly made its way through my body as the electricity sparked through my ass to the head of my dick and down my legs.
That was it the grand finale. Well that was what I thought was the grand finale.
After that I popped a bit of Thornton's toffee in my mouth and jumped in the shower.
I slowly awoke surprised by four things the first was the big banner saying Happy Birthday wow I missed my birthday judging by the darkness outside. The second was Zara and Scar in the corner; to see them was like heaven . . . . which doesn't exist `cos if it did then there would be hell and if there's hell then I might be screwed which would make my mum right and I hate that smug look she has. The third and the happiest was seeing my gran leaning on my dad's chest both asleep just like Scar and Zara. However the fourth was the worst by far.
My mother in the door way with an angry glare and scowl on her face directed at me with my little brother smiling darkly right next to her.
Next chapter as you may guess things are gonna heat up in more ways than one as ever please email me it's the emails that keep this story going
Reece