Date: Sat, 01 Feb 2003 15:49:06 -0500
From: Stan Unknown <stan992001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter One of Obsession

                          OBSESSION

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If you are interested in my other stories on nifty, here is
a list:

Beating The Odds         Young Friends            06/02/02
You Can't Go Back        Young Friends            05/29/01
Dear Diary               Young Friends            04/18/01
One Big Happy Family     Young Friends            11/24/00
Matt and Mike            Young Friends            03/24/00
My New Life              Incest                   12/18/99
New Neighbor             Young Friends            12/17/99
Sam Finds A New Father   Adult/Youth              12/16/99
Billy and Jim            Adult/Youth              12/13/99


                         Chapter One

(This story isn't real, but the idea came to me when an
adult playing a seventeen year old joined a gay young guy's
support group I was running and became boyfriends with
another seventeen year old member. He eventually told him
the truth but the seventeen year old was devastated for a
while. Be careful!!! Who you chat with may or may not be
telling the truth!! This is dedicated to Jamie, the
seventeen year old from above and to Brian, who is the star
of this story. Without Brian's constant nagging about me
finishing writing the story, it still wouldn't be finished.)

`I really don't know what to do,' Brian thought, as he paced
around in his room. `I still really love him, but he's
beginning to drive me crazy.'

Brian knew he was supposed to be on the net talking to Bill
right now, but he just couldn't make himself do it. Instead,
he loaded one of their past chats. It was the first time
Bill had ever made love to him over the net. When it had
happened, Brian had never done anything but talk over AIM
before. He was at first embarrassed as Bill described slowly
undressing him, licking all the way down his chest from his
nipples to where the top of his shorts were, them removing
them as Bill made his way down to Brian's very hard penis.
Brian could almost feel Bill's lips go over the head of his
penis as he described what he was doing to him. It had made
him hard then and every time he had read it since then.

Brian actually reached for the box of tissues he kept by the
side of his computer. He was so hard now, it actually was
hurting. He slowly rubbed himself through the thin material
of his shorts and boxers as he continued to read. He started
to jerk off right then, but changed his mind. He knew that
Bill expected to cyber with him as soon as he signed on.

He had completely fallen head of heels in love with Bill
that night. But ever since then, Bill had gotten more and
more demanding. He never asked Brian's opinion on anything
any more. Bill made all the decisions and Brian was expected
to go along with him or else. And `or else' meant long,
almost maniacal ranting when Bill's temper would explode.

Brian would always tearfully apologize and Bill would be
happy. For a while. Then it would happen again.

Brian thought back to when Bill had changed. He thought it
was when Bill had bought each of them matching rings and had
asked for Brian's last name, address, and telephone number.
Brian had thought `Why not?' Bill had shown him a picture of
the silver and turquoise ring on a web site that he wanted
to buy for each of them, signifying that they were going
together.

Brian's older brother Mike had warned him about giving out
personal information over the net, but this was Bill. It was
totally different with him. Brian loved him and Bill loved
him back.

Brian thought back to when he had first fallen in love with
Bill. They had started out as friends that had met in a gay
group chat room.

Bill had asked for a picture of Brian first, and Brian
scanned a couple into his computer and e-mailed them to
Bill. Bill had e-mailed lots of pictures in return. LOTS.
They had started out with a class picture, and some at the
beach, where all Bill had on was a swim suit. Brian had kind
of fallen in love with him then. Bill was about Brian's
height, had the same kind of swimmer's type physique, the
same blonde hair and blue eyes.

Then, the pictures changed. Bill had purchased a digital
camera with a remote control button so he could take
pictures of himself.

Four e-mails came at one time, with six pictures each. Brian
viewed them one at a time. Bill was shown smiling at the
camera, then slowly undressing. There were several shots of
each piece of clothing he took off. Brian was getting harder
as his new friend had less and less clothes on. By the end
of the second e-mail, all Bill had on was a pair of Fruit of
the Loom briefs. Brian could read the words on the band.

The next e-mail showed Bill with an obvious hard on in his
briefs, then slowly taking them off, all the time smiling
for the camera. There were several shots of him while he
slowly lowered them. Then they were off and he was totally
naked, totally hard, with a huge grin on his face. Brian
raced from one photo to the next, until the last two showed
him shooting and the next showed a close up with cum oozing
out of the piss slit in his penis. Brian had shot twice
himself as he went from photo to photo.

And they had become boyfriends that night. Bill had asked
him what he thought about the photos and Brian had told him
the truth. That they were really hot. That he had really
enjoyed looking at them. That he had shot twice while
viewing them. And Bill asked him right then if he would be
his boyfriend. Brian joyfully accepted.

Before Bill, Brian had never had a boyfriend, but he had
known he was gay for several years. He'd tried to keep it a
secret but he'd forgotten to delete all the gay sites that
he had visited. He had paid dearly for that mistake.

His father was sick one day and had stayed at home from
work. He had a drinking problem, and had taken his first
drink shortly before noon. Vodka. From the freezer. Straight
up. Guaranteed to get you drunk fast.

 He had gone into Brian's room to look something up on the
net and closed the site. Then he remembered one more thing
he wanted to look up and instead of typing in the address
again, he hit the tab to the right of the explorer screen to
bring up previous sites he had visited like he did at work.
And he found lots more than he bargained for.

He found a link to several gay story sites as well as
several pornography sites. He visited every site, getting
madder and madder. He was thoroughly pissed and also
thoroughly drunk by the time Brian came home from school.

That was them first of many beating Brian received from him.
He was waiting with his belt in his hand when Brian first
opened the door. He didn't even give Brian time to explain
anything to him, he just grabbed Brian by the arm and drug
him into his room, where one porn site was still showing on
the screen.

Brian saw the screen and went white with fear. He started
trying to explain to his Dad but that's when the beating
started. His Dad stormed out several minutes later, yelling
abusive things that Brian couldn't even hear from all the
pain he was in.

The beatings continued for three more days, getting worse,
not better. Brian's mother tried to stop his Dad once, but
was quickly over-ruled. From that point on, she just assumed
they were for Brian's own good. He had told her that he was
going to beat the "faggotness" out of his son and nothing
was going to change his mind.

But one thing did happen that changed Brian's life forever.
Mike was driving home from work and decided to stop in and
visit his parents. He was close by when he used his cell
phone to call their house. His Mom answered and Mike could
hear Brian screaming in the background. Mike couldn't even
understand what his Mom was saying and he wasted no time in
hanging up, flooring his new Mustang Cobra, and getting to
his old house in record time.

He burst through the front door and ran for Brian's room,
not even saying a word to his Mom, who was sitting in the
den.

His Dad didn't see him coming. Mike spun him around to make
him stop beating Brian and saw the maniacal look in his
eyes. He had seen that look many times in the past himself
when he was Brian's age and was too young to stop the abuse
that he had also received. But at 29, he was old enough to
stop it now.

His Dad yelled something at him and actually tried to strike
Mike with the same belt he had been using on Brian. But Mike
blocked that arm with his left hand and swung his right
upward, catching his Dad under the chin. They struggled for
several moments until a few more well-placed punches knocked
his father onto the same bed that Brian was laying on, still
crying.

Mike had taken Brian home with him that night. They had
barely walked into the house when his father called, telling
Mike that neither of them were welcome in his house again.
Mike had tried to reason with him, but to no avail.

Mike had called in sick the next day and together, they
moved everything out of Brian's room into a spare bedroom in
Mike's house. All they left was Brian's computer monitor
that their Dad had smashed into a million pieces after they
had gone. Mike took Brian to a computer store and bought him
a new one.

So Brian was sitting in his new room where he had been
living for the last five weeks. He had only been here for a
week when he had first met Bill. `How can my life have
changed so much in such as short time?' he wondered.

Brian knew he was spending too much time on the internet,
but what else could he do? He now lived miles from his old
home, where all his old friends were. Most of them weren't
his friends any more, anyway. His Dad had seen to that.

After he had forced Brian to move out, he had told all the
neighbors about how he had found out his youngest son was a
"fucking faggot" and the news had spread over the
neighborhood like wildfire. Brian was outed at school the
first day back after he moved in with Mike. Now, most of his
old friends stayed away from him or worse, called him names.
Only a few remained friendly.

One was his old best friend Rob. They had grown up together
and had only lived four houses apart. If he didn't have Rob,
Brian didn't know what he would have done. Rob stuck up for
him at school and tried to deflect as much of the abuse as
he could. But he couldn't be with Brian at all times and
they only had two classes together. So, Brian found himself
alone a lot of the time, dealing with all the taunts and
stares.

Brian sat and thought about all that had happened to him in
the five short weeks. He just sighed and dialed onto the
net. The cable modem connection was up instantly and he
signed onto AIM, using the new sign on name that Bill had
made him get. No one knew it but Bill. Bill wanted it that
way so that no one would IM either of them and Bill could
have Brian all to himself.

Brian knew that he was late when he signed on. He just hoped
that Bill wouldn't be mad.

But he was.

Bill: Where have you been?

Brian: I'm sorry. I was just reading one of our old chats.

Bill: But I told you that I would be on at 4 o'clock. You
knew that. You have to have gotten home from school a long
time ago.

Brian: I'm sorry, OK?

Bill: You know that I get upset when you aren't on time. Why
do you do this to me?

Brian: I won't let it happen again. Don't be mad at me. What
can I do to make it up to you?

Bill: Nothing. I'm so mad at you I'd beat your ass if I was
there right now.

Brian: I don't think I like this conversation any more.
You're supposed to love me. If you loved me, you wouldn't
say things like that to me.

Bill: I do love you. You know that. But when you don't do
what I ask you to do, I get really mad.

Brian: I'm leaving. I have a lot of thinking I have to do.
I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you. Bye.

Brian signed off quickly before Bill could answer. Brian was
fuming. Bill had gone too far this time. He didn't really
love him.

He had decided to go read some gay stories when he got the
message that he had mail. He opened his e-mail address and
Bill had sent him a message.

I'm sorry. I just miss you somuch that it makes me crazy
when you don't come on line when you say you are going to be
on. Don't be mad at me, OK?

Please come back on line.

I love you.

Bill

This was one of the few times that Bill had ever apologized
to Brian. He was actually touched. All his anger melted away
and he signed back on.

Bill: Thanks for coming back.

Brian: Just don't be mad at me, OK?

Bill: I won't. I promise. I have a big surprise for you. I
was going to tell you earlier but I got mad when you didn't
sign on when you said you were going to.

Brian: Oh? What is it?

Bill: It's two surprises, actually. Ok, the first one. You
know how we talked about wishing we could really be together
in the same town?

Brian: Yeah. I still do.

Bill: Well, that's the first surprise. I'm moving to
Atlanta. I'm going to get an apartment in Marietta where you
live. Close by, I hope.

Brian: REALLY????? THAT'S AWESOME!!! WHEN DO YOU MOVE?

Bill: In another couple of weeks. I'll let you know when I
get there.

Brian: I'm so excited. This is great! Did your Dad get
another job or transfer with his old company?

Bill: Well, that's the second surprise. You love me right?

Brian: Sure I do.

Bill: You're sure? You have no doubts?

Brian: No. None.

Bill: Well, I don't exactly live with my Dad.

Brian: What do you mean?

Bill: Would you love me, no matter how old I am?

Brian: I guess so. What's going on?

Bill: Well, I'm not 17 like I told you. I'm 46. I'm going to
have an apartment all to myself and we can come over to it
any time we want. Isn't that great? You can spend the night
as much as you can.

The news hit Brian like a ton of bricks. Was he in love with
a 46 year old? Brian's jaw about hit the floor as he stared
at the screen.

Bill: Isn't that good news?

Brian didn't have any idea what to say. He just stared as a
million thoughts ran through his head.

Bill: You love me anyway, don't you?

Oh God. What was he going to say to that?

Bill: Say something, DAMN IT!!!

Brian: Why did you lie to me, Bill? Is your name Bill?

Bill: Yeah. What I told you really wasn't a lie. Ok, I made
up my age. But if I had told you I was 46 the first time,
would you have talked to me?

Brian: Probably not.

Bill: See. That's why I told you I was 17. If I hadn't, we
would have never fallen in love. And in only a couple of
weeks, we can be together like we wished we could. I quit my
job and found one in Atlanta so we could be together, you
know.

Brian: I know.

Bill: What's wrong?

Brian: Nothing.

Bill: I know something is wrong. Tell me!

Brian: I guess I just don't like the idea that you lied to
me.

Bill: I'll make it up to you when we meet, baby. I love you.
I want to do all the things to you that I have told you
about in our chats. You know how excited you were then. Wait
until I do the real thing to you.

Brian thought about a 46 year old undressing him. It made
him shiver.

Brian: Mike just got home. I have to go. Bye.

Brian signed out of AIM and immediately shut down his
network connection. He was in a lot of trouble and he knew
it.

                          To Be Continued

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