Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 12:41:31 EDT
From: Double A
Subject: Broken Dreams..Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I spoke to someone the other day who said that disclaimers were
annoying and shit, so I'll make this short and sweet.

This story is the sequel for `Raven Hair,' found in the `High School'
section of the `Gay Male' part of Nifty. It's a good story, and I'd advise
you to read it, if you want to get the full perspective of this story. This
story has the same things. Gay sex, lots of love, misery, and everything
else that comes with the "Aaron Levitt" style. You don't like it? Get away!
You do like it? Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

	The fuzzy image of Zachary Hanson's throbbing dick being sucked into my
mouth was broken up as the sun shone down hard on my eyes, even visible
through my eye mask. I lay in bed, the thin gray sheet pulled tight around
my body, and contemplated whether to remove the eye mask and check the clock
to see what time it was or roll over and try to get some more sleep.

	The decision was made for me a few seconds later, when Ice, my cat, noticed
that I was stirring and began to persistently meow. Unable to do much about
it now, I reached up, pulled off the eye mask and addressed the digital
clock on the coffee table beside my bed, which acted as a desk and, for the
past few weeks, a bookshelf.

	It read: 6:15 am

	Groaning with both annoyance and misery, I dragged myself out of bed,
shedding my boxers and tossing them in the general vicinity of the laundry
basket, in the corner of the room, and headed toward the bathroom.

	Standing naked before the medicine cabinet mirror, clouded over with
mildew, I stared at my facial reflection. As usual, I wasn't happy with what
I saw. My nose was red and shiny, from overactive oil glands, my hair was
pointing in every direction, and the beard stubble on my face was really
beginning to show now. I hopped quickly into the shower, painfully banging
my shin on the ledge of the dirty bathtub, and proceeded to shower, using
the thin sliver of soap I had left.

	After washing myself and shaving, I emerged from the shower, cleaner and
bleeding from various parts of my face.

	Why am I too lazy to shave outside of the shower, like maybe where there's
a mirror? I dunno. I'm just a lazy motherfucker, I guess.


	Oh, by the way...My name is David Levine. You might remember me from such
stories as `Raven Hair' and...well...That's it, really. `Raven Hair' was a
story about my childhood love, Aaron Sternzus, and how we met, going from
1994 to 2000. Basically, we were both starting high school. Me, a fat,
paranoid loser who had way too little self-esteem to be consider healthy,
and him, a shy, long-haired, white-skinned recluse, who avoided contact with
most people. Aaron had these piercing green eyes, long raven-black hair, and
braces on his teeth. He stood about 5'7" and was of an average, slightly
pudgy, build. Aaron was beautiful, in my opinion. Utterly and totally
breathtaking. Aaron...Aar...Light of life...Fire of my loins...My sin...My
soul. Yep, Lolita didn't have nothing on my Aaron.

	Anyway, through various encounters throughout the opening weeks of school,
we gradually became friends. Then, one night, after a romp in my
grandmother's pool, he slept over and we gave each other a blowjob. It was
fun. Our relationship sort of just went up from there. We got together for
more sexual contact, and eventually decided to switch schools together.

	Big mistake.

	Soon after changing schools, Aaron fell in love briefly, very briefly mind
you, with a young boy named Mike. It made me miserable to no end, so, in
sadness, I left Montreal, Quebec, where I had grown up, and moved to my
father's house in Surrey, British Columbia. Surrey was a really podunk place
and not the best place to live, but I was away from Aaron and living with my
father and step-mother.

	The remainder of my time in BC was something I'd like to forget, though, so
I'll just say that, after some psychological problems and a brief fling with
a boy with an aggressiveness issue named Sean, I returned to Montreal again,
a miserable and panic-striken 17-year-old.

	Upon my return, I found it difficult to go to school. I was afflicted by
anxiety and panic, so I dropped out. In my misery I decided to, for some
reason or another, call up Aaron and see what he was up to. I discovered
that he had actually missed me and decided that he wanted to make amends. We
became boyfriends and decided to move to Calgary together. And so we did.

	Things in Calgary were pretty good, actually.  Aaron and I found a cheap
place to live and we both found work. Things were looking up for us, as a
couple. Calgary wasn't exactly easy on us, being a religious city in a
bible-thumping province that didn't approve of gay relations too much, but
it didn't phase us. Bills were kind of high, but with both of us working, we
could manage to make ends meet.

	Then on August twentieth, 2000, Aaron left work during the late evening and
was walking across the street from the Calgary Tower, when some drunk
driving bastard smacked into him. The force of the blow shot him quite a
distance down the street, and nobody called me until he was in the hospital
and as stable as they could make him.

	I sat with him all night, until about two in the morning, on the
twenty-first, when he died of severe internal bleeding, which nobody could
stop. I wasn't sad at first. Even when I got back to our apartment, and
started packing up his things, I was still feeling more empty, than sad.
	Without Aaron, I couldn't afford to stay in Calgary, so, for the second
time in my life, I left the west and departed back east again, to Montreal,
Quebec. My mother, as expected, didn't take me back in to her home, so I
went to live in a whorehouse for 3 months. 3 months of sitting alone in a
room, moping, crying and listening to people have sex. The owner was
probably wondering what I was doing, living in the whorehouse, when nobody
stayed there longer than one night. Finally, I found an apartment. It was a
3 and a half room flat, which was kind of nice, but I promptly messed it up.
I bought a cat and two rats, which soon turned into a cat and 12 rats. I let
the babies out into the streets, where I assume they survived, because
there's a huge rat problem going on in the streets now. Sad, but not my
problem.

	So, in the end, it was the end of December and I was set to start Vanier
College in February. I had a feeling that I could do it, this time, since I
really had no other choice. My main concerns were the bills, most of which
were overdue, and the fact that I couldn't collect Welfare anymore, once I
started going to school. I needed to find a job, but no luck there. My
mother agreed to help pay for school, the fucking bitch, and my father said
he'd give me something too, but we'll see what that lying bastard does.

	Anyway, back to the story...

	From the bathroom, I made my way into the small bedroom, naked and wet, to
get dressed and go out, like I did every day, and try to find work.

	But this day was going to be different than every other day....

	And I'll tell you about that in a bit....