Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 15:58:21 -0500
From: Ben Matthews <intwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alive- 1

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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...