Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 03:24:23 -0600
From: Adam Mcdonald <ender2155@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted times part 1

This story portrays acts of violence and sexuality that may only be
appropriate for adults age 18 or 21 depending upon where you live.


"YAHOO!" Robert yelled aloud, "It's fucking pride week!  Who gives a
fuck about who we love!  It's our time now, hetero's!"

Robert was a bit too drunk and high on being gay during Pride, and was
very into showing off his gayness.  But we gave him leave because he
had JUST come out and was a freshman, so he was entitled to his fun.
I mean, after all, ALL us gay boys went through this coming out stage
when we finally said FUCK YOU to society and stood proud and strong
about being gay.

I shook my head and laughed as I remembered the fun and excitement
when I finally let go and let live my sophomore year.  We only get to
come out once, and college is the best time to do it.  I mean, there
are no parents or stupid high school friends there to dampen your
spirits; only a bunch of other hot guys just coming out and looking to
fuck!  College is the shit!

Robert threw off his shirt and began to grind on some guy in the
crowd, who was more than willing to be his fuck buddy for the night.

I winced, slightly, as I had an idea how this night would end for
him ... Sticky and broken hearted ... But as long as he was willing to
enter this world, he might as well learn some of the rules via the
school of hard knocks.

Rule 1:  The hot guy who is amazing and the coolest guy EVER is the
guy who never calls you back tomorrow.

Rule 2:  The phone number you get from a hot guy after sex ends up
calling some random grandma in Nebraska.

Rule 3:  NEVER believe a guy who says, "it's my first time.  We don't
have to use a condom."

Don't be stupid enough to believe those lies, and you can hook up and
have fun with anyone.

Still, I had to keep Robert in my sight; I feel somewhat responsible
for his well being since I brought him to this party.

"OH MY GOD!" Robert yells to me, "I didn't know being out could be so
much fun!" He yells in my ear as he stumbles over next to me.

"I have like THREE guys who want to let me fuck them!" Robert informs
me, as he sways drunkenly, "And they're all WAY HOT!  Who do I choose?"

"I think you should leave," I reply, "You are way too fucked up to
even get it up, let alone fuck anyone."

"NO I'm HORNY!" Robert mutters.

"Yeah, and too drunk to do anything about it.  Your right hand will
help you out enough tonight."

"Ok," Robert blurts out, "But I want to thank you."

"Why?" I laugh.

"Because you helped me be honest," Robert slurs, "You let me be ME!
And I've never been able to do that!"

"Yeah, I know and thanks, but right now, you just need to stay here
and wait for me to come back with the car so I can take you home.  You
cool to do that?"

"Yeah, of ... Of course ..." Robert slurs, "I'll be here."

Having propped Robert up, I walk back to the parking lot to find my car

It takes a second, not that I'm drunk ... I will never drive drunk ...
I lost my best friend as a kid to a drunk driver ... But because my
car wasn't where I left it.

"The fuck?" I mutter.

"Looking for your 'gay-mobile'?" someone mocks.

I turn around to see a group of 5 guys from my frat surrounding me.

"Ha ha," I laugh mockingly, "Where is my car, bros?  I gotta take a
drunk kid home."

"Yeah, so you can rape him?" sneers one of the guys.

"Ummmm ... NO so I can get him home safely."

"Whatever, FAGGOT!" yells one guy, "We are onto you!"

"Yeah, we know what you DO to freshmen!" yells another.

"Look, " I respond nervously, "I don't know WHAT you're talking about,
but just leave me alone!"

"SURE we will!" replies the jock of the group, "Just as soon as we
know we're safe from the likes of a faggot like you!"

"ME?" I yell, " What have I done?"

"You exist!" he replies, before pulling out a bat and rushing at me.

When the first blow lands, I don't even feel it.  Neither do I feel
the second one.

I'm both numb and in shock.  I'm dying at the hands of the people I
thought I could trust.

As the world fades and grows dark, I have one last moment of
clarity ... PLEASE LET ROBERT GET HOME SAFE!

With that last thought, I slip away beneath the soothing cloak that
Death sweeps over me.


That's it for part one ... Yeah I know it's fucked up, but trust me it
gets better as it goes on!  Picture this as a gay horror story ... And
if you have seen SCREAM or I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER you will
get it's gonna be fun ... In a fucked up sense.  Still, I welcome
feedback at ender2155@gmail.com. Hit me back!

-Adam