Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 10:10:58 -0500
From: Jarrod Holiway <jdylanh9@gmail.com>
Subject: Christian's High School Destruction Chapter 1

Christian's High School Destruction

Chapter One

***All Usual Disclaimers Apply***
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***Don't Read If You Shouldn't Please***

      This is the prologue to the Levi Series. You do NOT have to read the
Levi Series for this to make sense and vice versa. This is its own story in
and of itself. I wrote this story because a lot of people asked me why
Dr. Christian Teach was such an insufferable asshole in the early chapters
of the Levi Series. There were several references to Christian's past in
the 12 part Levi series. More specifically, something that happened ten
years prior to meeting Levi. This is the story of what happened to the
sweet and young Christian Teach, before he became the cynical and arrogant
Dr.  Christian Teach.



      I knew I was gay. I kept a very good secret. I had to keep the
secret; high school is a jungle, right? The caption under the picture of
the prom king in the yearbook read: Prom King 2000 Christian Teach. You
didn't get pictures with those kinds of captions when you are an "out" and
proud homosexual in my high school. I played football, ran track, class
president, Homecoming King-junior year, Prom king senior year. What can I
say? I was likable.

      Keith really was gorgeous. Keith was 100% Italian. His middle name
was actually Alphonse...and get this...his mother's maiden name was
Garfazzo. Keith was very Italian, even Catholic. However, Keith hated being
Catholic. He was 6'2" and very skinny. Most people would even consider him
scrawny. He didn't play any sports and lacked serious muscle tone. To be
honest, we weren't even friends until our junior year of high school, but
when I finally started hanging out with him I knew I was in love with him.

      I wasn't really sure if he was gay or straight when we first started
hanging out. I knew I was gay and I put up a great front. He didn't even
really put up a front. He would say stuff about titties and banging bitches
sometimes but he rarely said more than that on the subject of sex. I don't
think he ever dated anyone. So, it didn't seem inconceivable to me that he
might be gay. So I began a dangerous game and couldn't stop myself for
falling for him - plain and simple.

      Anyway, I was friends with absolutely everyone in high school. I fit
in with the jocks and I played guitar with the music kids. I worked with
the student council and planned the senior skip days with the Students
Against Destructive Decisions (SADD). I literally knew and was liked by
just about everyone. Keith was involved in nothing but our paths had been
crossing for years because we were both in a class called Odyssey.  Odyssey
was the class for gifted students. You had to have a 130 IQ to get into
Odyssey.

      One day while in Odyssey Keith was on a roll. He was so funny. It
didn't matter what anybody said he automatically had a quip that reduced me
to tears with laughter. I took notice of the scrawny kid. I always knew him
but never really talked to him. He was kind of a loner kid that didn't
participate in anything and didn't really seem to care about popularity. I
decided I wanted to know more about what made this tall and skinny kid
tick.

      Other than Odyssey, Keith and I had no classes together. The way
Odyssey worked was each of us (there were 9 of us) proposed a project of
our liking every quarter and with approval we self-studied with a final
project due at the end of the quarter to show our work. I decided one day,
shortly after he made an impression on me, to find out what Keith was
working on for the final quarter of our Junior year. Keith was working on
the psychology of the high school student...Perfect

      Figuring he was a nerdy kid I started flirting thinking he wouldn't
pick up on it.  "You have an interesting look" I said.

"Do you like looking at me?" He asked

"I like looking just as much as you like showing me what to see." I
replied.

"That doesn't make sense." He said.

"Of course it does. As long as you have something to show me; I will look
at it." I said.

"Well, so what typically do you like to look at?" He asked.

"Why do you ask? Do you like me to look at you? Do you want me to figure
you out this quickly? Lesson number one Keith: always leave the people
wanting more. Don't tell them everything they want to know upfront. Don't
show them what they want to see upfront. Always hold something back." I
said to him in a fast and quiet whisper.

"Is that what you do, Mr. Popular? You purposefully let other people know
that you are smart without actually showing them that you are smart so as
not to alienate those who are without intelligence? I am unsure as to why
you are even speaking to me. I am not a lackey and you have nothing to gain
by befriending me. I can only serve as some sort of groupie to you in one
of your many following groups and forgive me but I have more respect for
myself than to do that. More importantly, what is your project this
quarter?"  Keith spewed in a hateful tone.

"For a guy working on a psychology piece you are doing your best to isolate
a valuable aspect of high school psychology. If you keep this kind of talk
up you are going to alienate the one person who can speak from all sides of
every clique. I'm not even screwing with you anymore. You need me to answer
interview questions for you. I am free most nights and this Friday night by
some sort of miracle. You can help me with my project by allowing me to
help you with your project" I said

"You still haven't told me what your project is, Christian." He said.

"My project is a research piece on teen suicide coupled with the social
inequalities of homosexuals in high school with an original spin." I
replied

"I'm not gay and I am not going to kill myself?" He said angrily.

"Don't be ridiculous. You aren't going to help me with the suicide part." I
said.

"So you think I am a homosexual then?" He asked.

"I make no presumptions on anyone's sexual orientation. I want your help
with the original spin part." I quickly replied hoping not to give too much
away about my own big secret.

"Alright, I would be down with Friday night. Where do you want to meet?" He
replied.

"You can come over to my place. My parents are rarely home on the
weekends. Even if they are planning on being home this weekend they never
come downstairs." I said. My parents were pretty wealthy. We weren't rich
or anything but we had a huge house, nice cars, and my parents went out of
town for fun trips at least two weekends a month. I was the third and last
of the kids. My older sisters had already moved out and gone to college. I
think my parents were kind of excited to be almost done with child-rearing
and were getting a head start on enjoying their retirement.

"That sounds cool I guess. I'll be there around 7:00." He said. I could
have sworn I saw his large lips twitch into a little smile. Keith usually
wasn't a very cheery person. I wouldn't call him sullen exactly but he just
never seemed happy. He always seemed to be deep in thought, but thinking
about something distasteful.

      Fortunately, Keith was very smart and people just left him alone even
though he didn't dress cool or hang out with anybody considered popular. He
had a way of just blending into the background. I came to find out he
preferred it that way.

      I only had to wait two days before our scheduled rendezvous. I was
kind of excited about it. Even though what Keith had said was partially
true; I didn't really having anything to gain by befriending him. I always
liked to meet new people; I liked to make connections with new people. I
viewed Keith as a challenge. I guess looking back it was a little more than
that. I also viewed Keith as cute and somewhat intriguing.

      Friday came and after Track practice I headed home for a shower. I
turned down a couple of offers to hang with some friends with the excuse
that I had homework to do.  When I got home I rubbed one out and jumped in
the shower around a quarter 'til 6:00. I took a long hot shower and decided
on something casual to wear that would highlight my physical attributes. I
donned a pair of clingy athletic shorts and I went commando.  You could see
the outline of my cut cock almost perfectly. I threw on a plain white
t-shirt and black no show socks. It turned out that my parents were not
going out of town for the weekend so I told them I was working on a project
with a friend. I got the nod of approval from my father. He hadn't even
looked up from the Reader's Digest he was reading. I was used to
indifference from my parents. Don't get me wrong, I knew they loved me and
they said it from time to time, it really did just boil down to they
trusted me and they were tired of raising kids.

      At 6:30 p.m. the doorbell rang and I was surprised to see Keith. He
was a half hour early. It was a good thing I showered early.

"Sorry, I am so early. I wasn't exactly sure where you lived and it turns
out I found it a lot easier than I thought I would." He explained.

"No troubles, bubbles." I said "Follow me downstairs to my house." Like I
said, we had a pretty big house. My parents lived in the upstairs and never
came downstairs. Well, I made the downstairs all mine after my sister's
moved out. The downstairs had a master bedroom that mirrored my parent's
room with a private bathroom. There were 2 other bedrooms, a living room, a
guest bathroom and a kitchen. The living room had a flat screen with pretty
decent surround sound. The kitchen was pointless with the exception of when
my parents hosted parties; the caterers had the extra space and of course I
had my own fridge.

"This is the most amazing house I have ever been in." Keith said.

"Thanks. My parents don't particularly care for my company and I like my
privacy so it works out well." I replied.

"Well, everyone in my family hates each other and we are still stuck
shoulder to shoulder. I wish I had some space in my house." Keith said with
a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Let me give you my number home skillet and just call me whenever you want
to get away. From now on you are welcome to come over whenever you
want. Just use that door; it is my entrance so I don't have to bother my
parents." I told him pointing to a door off the kitchen. I kept my voice
light and airy so as not to make him feel as if this was some kind of pity
offering. In all honesty it wasn't a pity offering. I genuinely enjoyed
helping people and I kind of liked Keith. We both pulled out our phones and
exchanged cell numbers. I grabbed a beer and handed him one.

      Keith sort of eyed me suspiciously. "You are going to drink with your
parents right upstairs?" He asked me in the whispered tone of a child doing
something bad behind an authority figure's back.

"Two things Keith: one, my parents don't come downstairs; two, who do think
bought me the beer? My parents don't care if I drink as long as my grades
stay at A's, coaches don't complain about slacking off in practice, and
anyone that drinks here has to stay the night." I said in my best
matter-of-fact tone.

"But I can't stay the night." He said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well, I didn't ask my parents if I could. They are expecting me home by
curfew, midnight." He explained.

"Very simple fix. If you want to stay the night I'll just have my mom call
your parents and ask them if it's okay that you stay." I said again using
my matter-of-fact tone.

"Ummm, I guess that would be cool. I have to be honest, I don't understand
why you asked me here and furthermore why you are trying to get me drunk
and stay the night now. Also, with the weird conversation the other day, it
feels like you are coming on to me or something." Keith said. He had a very
sheepish look on his face that was completely adorable. He had looked at my
crotch silhouetted in the athletic shorts twice during his nervous speech.

"Do I seem gay? I want to drink beer. I don't want to drink alone. I
assumed you wouldn't mind having a couple and passing out here. It is your
call. I am somewhat indifferent on the topic with the exception that I
don't want to drink alone but even still I am okay with it. Do you want me
to have my mom call yours or not?" I replied.

"Ummm, yeah. It sounds like fun I guess."

"Great, it's settled." I pulled my cell phone out and dialed my mom
upstairs. "Mommy, will you do me a favor? Will you call Keith's parents and
tell them it is okay with you if he stays over for the night. We are going
to be working late. No, mom. Keith isn't the boy you caught peeing in the
driveway two weeks ago. You have never met him mom. He is in Odyssey with
me. Yes, mom. That is why there is an extra car in the driveway. Keith is
downstairs with me right now. I'll text you the number when I hang
up. Thanks, I love you too. Wait. One more thing...will you call Imo's
Pizza for me and have them deliver my favorite to my entrance? Thanks again
mom. Yes, I will see you tomorrow for the 10k. Alright, love you too, bye."
I winked at Keith and slipped the phone back into my pocket.

      Keith was just staring at me with his mouth open and a look of
complete astonishment on his face. I couldn't help but to smile back. He
finally broke the silence, "That was the most amazing thing I have ever
seen. Your mom just does stuff like that for you?"  "Of course. If I call
her and ask her to call your parents and send me a pizza then she knows I
will be down here all night and her and my pops can do whatever they want
and not worry on Friday night. I did promise her I would run a 10k with her
tomorrow morning though and that will be the last time we see each other
until next Saturday."

"So let me put it all together: you never even have to see your parents;
you have an entire house to yourself basically; your parents buy you beer
and let you have whoever you want over here any time; they order you pizza
when you want? Is that about it? Did I get it all?" He asked.

"You missed the car they bought me, my credit card, and of course the
hookers they send down to me when I get all A's, do well in sports, or
because they think I am melancholic." I said in my best smartass tone.

"You are the luckiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life. I would stop
a baby's heart from beating to have this set up." He said.

"Well, I guess I know abortion doctor is your future career path." I
joked. "How about we get to work?" I said that to move the conversation
along and I knew he would take it as it was time to start on our
projects. However, I was going to get to work in another way. I wanted some
firsthand homosexual experience as the original spin I was planning for my
project. Keith doesn't know that, but hopefully he will take the bait. Like
I said, at this point I don't really know if Keith is gay or not. I have a
feeling he is and I am going to do everything in my power to coerce him
into fooling around. If he doesn't fall for my trickery then I guess he
really is straight.

      Keith sat on the couch and started pulling folders and binders and
books from his backpack. I excused myself to the restroom. I didn't have to
piss but I wanted to rub my cock for a minute to get it half hard so it
would tent my shorts even more than it already was. I got some blood
flowing to it, pulled my shorts back up, and inspected myself in the
mirror. Holy Fuck! My cock looks so good half hard in these athletic
shorts. I walked back into the living room to find Keith sitting on the
couch just looking around the room; as if he is trying to drink in his
surroundings.

      I walked up to him and with him sitting and me standing he was eye
level with my cock. He quickly averted his eyes. I asked, "Do you need
another beer?"

"Yes." Was all he replied. So I went to the kitchen and grabbed two
more. While out of his view, I shook the beer in my right hand. Upon
returning, I gave Keith the beer in my left hand. He opened it and took a
short sip. I opened the shaken beer towards me and naturally, it started
spewing beer onto my shirt. I shouted some expletives to make it look real
and I quickly covered the opening and took it back to the kitchen and
grabbed another one. Keith thought the whole episode was hysterical. When I
returned to the living room with my fresh beer, I removed my beer-soaked
shirt showing off my beautiful chest and abs. I had a strong six pack with
a light brown and soft happy trail.

      Now Keith wasn't even able to avert his eyes. I was standing there
shirtless wearing only athletic shorts over my half hard cock. I knew he
was gay or at the very least extremely bi curious. "Do you think I would be
considered attractive?" I asked him.

"I don't think guys are hot. I'm not gay." He said.

"That sounds suspicious. I didn't ask if I was hot. I asked if you think
people would consider me an attractive looking person. And I certainly
didn't mention the word gay." I said with an all-knowing tone.

"I don't know, Christian. What do you care what I think?" He replied.

"Well, Keith, I know you said you aren't gay but I don't believe that to be
completely true.  I know you are enjoying looking at me. I know you are
using all of your willpower to hold eye contact. But most importantly, I
know that I desperately need a blowjob. If you aren't gay or bi or anything
of the sort, I will put on a new shirt and apologize profusely for putting
you in an uncomfortable situation and I will never mention it
again. However, this is a onetime offer and the clock is ticking. You have
until I finish this beer." I said.

      While he stared into my eyes, completely dumbfounded about what was
transpiring, I took a huge gulp of the beer draining about a third of it
and I held the bottle in front to show him how much was left. I moved my
other hand down the top of my shorts and slowly inserted it into the
front. I grabbed my half hard cock that was quickly growing. I started
playing with it a little. I grabbed the underside of it and pushed my
mushroom tip against the shorts to really show an outline of what was
waiting for Keith.  He was staring at my crotch and panting. I took another
large swig of beer leaving but one small drink left in the bottle. I held
the bottle out again for him to see it was decision time. I pulled my hand
from inside of my shorts and grasped the elastic band. In one downward push
I shed the shorts entirely.

      I was standing in front of Keith completely naked. I had a full hard
on sticking straight out in front of me and I drank the last drink of beer
and set the empty bottle on the table. "Well, it's now or never my new
friend."

"I have thought about the day when I would get to do this for as long as I
can remember but now I don't think I can. I really want to but I don't know
what to do." He said in a breathless voice.

"It is really easy. All you have to do is follow directions. You can follow
directions right?"  I asked. He just nodded yes as a response. "Very
good. Stand up. Follow me to my bedroom. When I lie down on my bed just
stand at the foot of the bed and await further instruction." I said.

      He followed all instructions perfectly and without a word. "Okay, now
kneel on the bed between my legs positioning your face over my
dick. Perfect. Rub my balls in one hand very slowly and gently. Just roll
them around very delicately. Awesome, see I knew you could follow
directions. Now, take your other hand and start stroking my cock but keep
playing with my balls too. Ohh, fuck Keith, you are either a natural or the
quickest learner on the planet." I said.

      I was lying on my back with my hands behind my head just loving the
attention that Keith was giving my cock. I had just rubbed one out a few
hours ago so I figured I could last for a little while. I was really
enjoying talking this virgin through giving his first hand job, but I
really wanted a blow job. I continued, "Alright, now this is the part that
takes some getting used to. Take all the time you need but I want you to
kiss my cock.  It's alright, go ahead and kiss just the tip."

      When he lowered his face down he gave me one last look in the eye
before he pursed his lips and planted them right on my piss slit. "Ohhh,
that is so good, just keep kissing it. Yeah, that's right, kiss it all
over. Kiss down the underside. Lick your lips, get them really wet. Oh,
yeah just like that. Open your mouth a little more and really kiss up and
down my dick. I love feeling you give my dick wet kisses. You should open
your mouth more and use a little tongue while you kiss my dick. You are
amazing at this; now put just the head of my cock in your mouth. I know it
is weird the first time but you are going to love it." I said.

      Keith was really starting to loosen up. He was kissing all around the
head of my dick on his own without instruction and I think he was finding a
good rhythm with both of his hands working on my cock and balls. Then he
took the plunge and closed his full lips around the crown of my
blood-filled cock. He gave a little moan and started applying suction all
on his own.

      "Oh, fuck that feels so good. Try to work up a lot of spit in your
mouth. The more spit you can get on my cock the better. I'm talking so much
spit it is running down my balls into my ass. Ohh, keep sucking like
that. Whenever you get comfortable take your hand away and get as much of
my cock in your mouth as possible." I instructed.

      Keith was really getting into it. His previous reservations about
going through with his longtime lustful fantasies were dissipating. He had
removed his hand from my cock and his other hand from my balls and he was
rubbing everywhere on my body that he could reach. He started to descend on
my cock and got about a third of the way down before I was at his throat. I
thought he might need just a little encouragement so I put a hand on the
back of his head and applied just a little pressure. He gagged, but I'll be
damned if he didn't immediately go back to trying to deep throat my
cock. On his third attempt he was able to suppress his gag reflex enough
for me to get my mushroom tip into his throat. His hands had stopped
roaming my body and were actually squeezing my thighs. I don't know why he
was squeezing my legs so hard. Maybe it was some kind of excitement/tension
reliever for him. I was in complete ecstasy. This was my first time getting
a blowjob from a guy. All that talk I was spewing to Keith about how it is
weird the first time was bullshit. I was just talking. I hadn't ever given
a blowjob either.

      However, the talking worked because now Keith was sucking my cock
with a lustfulness and expertise I didn't even know existed. I couldn't
help it but I was getting close. Keith had only been sucking me for about
10-15 minutes but I couldn't stop clenching my abs and stomach muscles. My
breathing was so fast and ragged I bet a doctor would have freaked. His hot
mouth and throat just felt so fucking good wrapped around my dick. The
sensation he was providing coupled with the excitement of the situation was
just too much for me. I tapped his head and told him, "I'm cumming. I'm
cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming. Ohh Fuck. Ahhh. Ahhh. OOOhhh."

      Unfortunately, for Keith I didn't really give him any warning. I kind
of just told him I was cumming right about the time I started actually
cumming. He gagged. He coughed and worst of all he pulled off my cock. I
immediately replaced his mouth with my hand and finished rubbing the last
of my sticky baby-batter out. It was easily the best orgasm of my
life. Even after the orgasm feeling was subsiding, I still had gooey sperm
working its way from my cock.

      Keith just kneeled there between my legs watching my cock finish
ejaculating. He was working his tongue all around his mouth. I knew what he
was doing. He was savoring the taste of my ball juice. "Do you want the
rest of it, cocksucker?" I asked. I don't know why I went all aggressive
with calling him cocksucker but he didn't seem to mind because he went
straight for it. He licked every single drop of cum from my cock and
balls. Keith even licked the cum that had gotten all in my manicured
pubes. "That's right cocksucker, get all of my fucking cum. I knew you
wanted it." I said.

      He finished slurping up my spilled seed up and he scooted off of the
bed and just stood at the foot of it and looked at me. I apologized, "I'm
really sorry Keith. Right when I bust a nut I kind of get all aggressive
for a minute. It's like a testosterone shot straight to my brain. I didn't
mean what I just said. He just stared into my eyes and he began to cry, and
you guessed it, the pizza guy knocked on the door at that exact moment.


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