Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2008 04:38:58 -0800 (PST) From: jude6907@yahoo.com Subject: [Fate]: Chapter 1: Restricted Number This story contains homosexual material that may be explicit to minors. If you are NOT 18 years old or above the age of 18, Do NOT continue reading. This is my first Nifty story. It is enitirely fictional and from my own imagination. Please be tactful about any responses you may or may not want to express to me. Although I am open to "constructive" criticism, I'd rather not hear a bunch of negativity. If, in fact, you would like to contact me, you may do so by adding me on Yahoo!Messenger: jude6907@yahoo.com Please give a brief introduction of yourself so you don't freak me out! Thanks for reading! - Jude Covenan CHAPTER 1 - Restricted Number I woke up. Now, I know that sounds very plain and simple, but really: my eyes just popped open at exactly 10:20am. Today is Thursday, July 7th, and I have one major thing to accomplish today: nothing. Perhaps I will shower -- maybe even get dressed! But for the most part, my life, for the following thirteen or so hours, will revolve around the television, internet, and my guitar. Story of my life. Epic Fail. Royal. Epic. Fail. My name is Keiran, but you can call me Kai [pronounced: "eye" with a "k"]. I have my own Kingdom, formerly known as the apartment. It's not much, but for what it is -- its entirety being a Royal Steam Room, a Royal Feast Hall, The Royal Chambers, and a Royal Common Area -- I'm very fond of. I'm tired of explaining where I live, soooo. . . I guess I'll get up now and shower and wash my Royal ass. As I grab a towel from my drawer and a fresh pair of boxer briefs, my "I-have-a-mind-of-my-own" penis awakens and tells me he wants me to play with him. Yes. He talks to me. Don't hate. You don't know me! Anyway, I don't think I'll make him spill today: he had enough fun yesterday. Oh God! Yesterday! I smile while I remember, in vivid detail, the events that took place last night. *wink* The water feels good on my body as I close my eyes and stand there, almost too lazy to even wash my stank ass. Ok, not THAT lazy! But still, I stand there for a minute before I decide to bathe myself. It's a good thing I don't work today, or else I would've called in, although I'm perfectly well, only so I could lounge around all day in my underwear, watching Oprah. Oh yeah. By the way, I'm gay! YAY! [sorry ladies! I play with men]. I turn off the water and allow the excess water to drain off of my dark skin, then I step out of the shower to continue drying off, putting my underwear on, brushing my teeth, taking a few swipes of some deodorant, then finally heading towards the living room. Living by yourself does has some pretty cool advantages. For instance, I can jack off whenever the hell I feel like it.I don't have to hear anyone nagging at me to clean my mess up [not that I'm messy. . .that messy] . . . and if I wanted to, I could dance around the entire apartment butt-ass naked, not that I've done it, I'm just saying. . . haha! But as I plop down on the loveseat in front of my well-earned 50" plasma flat-screen, I can't help but wish I had someone to share this freedom with. Don't get me wrong, I love the liberty I have, but I find myself talking aloud sometimes. [okay, most of the time. . . give me a break!] I reached down beside me to grab the remote and turn the TV on, and began daily channel-surfing exercise. I checked NatGeo, Discovery, TLC, and even had the balls to see what was showing on Nickelodeon. [I like a little Spongebob Squarepants every now and again! ^_^]. Sadly, not a damn fucking thing was on that interested me at the time . . . so much for satellite cable. Where's my phone? I remember having it with me last night when I got back from Starbucks. Sigh. That's where James used to work. Epic. Sigh. James is - was - the sexiest man I had ever seen in my life! Damn! Talk about an instant ejaculation! He was 21, and was the younger brother to my landlord, Tom Heath. He stood 6'1 with short, dark hair and brown eyes that matched his neatly cut mane. He had the body of a GAWD! He used to work out 4 times a week and his body sure as hell paid the consequence! . . . the tanned, sculpted six pack. . . the toned chest. . . his round, tight ass. . . and those God-given arms of his! Talk about an instant cream! But James is no more. My stomach cringed. I discarded that thought immediately. I wasn't in the mood for jacking off but my dick sure as hell thought so. A little grope and rub never hurt. Just thinking about him made my groin spring to life like a chronic fountain of youth...more like a hard dick filled with juice, but we won't go there! Haha. As I tried to stop touching my semi-hard penis, my mind wandered back in time, over a year ago, to when I first moved in here . . . * * * "So, this is it!" Audrianna stated as we pulled into the parking lot of my soon-to-be humble abode. "Yup. My home away from home." I replied with a grin displaying across my face. "Just how in The Hell did you manage to pull this one off, Kai?" she said as she took in the surroundings. The apartment complex was 3 stories high, looked as if it could be a miniature mansion, complete with spacious balconies on the second and third floors, and to top it off, the tenants get free internet, cable, and furnishings! The only thing I'd have to pay for was the electricity. "I managed to pull a few strings" I smirked. "Yeah, probably fucked the landlord." she said, smartly. "You forget, Kai..I know you!" I couldn't help but laugh. I put on my innocent, angelic face and turned towards her. "Whatever are you talking about?" I said in a high voice. "Like hell! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" she laughed with me. We unbuckled our seatbelts, got out the car, and walked towards the building that read Office. Audrianna continued. "I'm watching you, Keiran Montana." She pointed to fingers at her eyes then at mine. "Whatever, Breeder!" I jokingly said, giving her a playful shove before we entered the building. Little did she know that the string that I actually pulled was a . . . ". . . And your name sir?" a young brunette girl asked. "Keiran O'Reilly. Mr. Heath is expecting me today." The brunette surfed her computer and found some information about me. ". . . Keiran O'Reilly, I see it. It says your apartment number is 205. Is that correct?" "Yes, ma'am. That's it!" She reached into a file cabinet underneath her desk and retrieved a single key with a tag attached to it. She then handed it to me and said, "Welcome to Heath Apartments, Mr. O'Reilly. If at anytime you lock yourself out of your apartment, we will have an extra key here at the front desk, which will be open 24 hours to our tenants!" She gave Audrianna and I a warm smile, then we turned and left the building. When we reached 205, my door was already open and I heard someone inside. Audrianna and I exchanged looks of confusion, but continued to walk inside. The voices were coming from the bedroom which was to the left and down the hall. "Hello?" I called out as I set my box down on the floor. There was a moments silence and then. . . My jaw dropped. Literally. Two men stood before me, the taller one looking to be about a few years older than the shorter one. Ironically, the two resembled each other. I didn't expect James to be here! I haven't seen him in about two weeks and here he is, surprising me! But who is he with? He better be just a friend. . . "Glad to see you again, Keiran!" James extended his hand while his smile exploded across his face. God, that smile! "Uh, nice to see you too!" I responded, trying to will myself not to tackle him and eat him like. . . "Who's your lovely friend?" James asked. "Oh! I'm sorry! This is my best friend that I was telling you about. . . James, Audrianna. . . Audrianna, James." I introduced the two. I could already feel an erection coming. I love Audrianna to death, but right now I want to be alone with James. . . "Pleasure to meet you, James." Audrianna greeted him. I guess James saw the look I gave the shorter guy and quickly said, "Keiran, meet my brother, Colter." I shook Colter's hand and for some strange reason when he smiled at me and looked deep into my eyes with his blue eyes, and casually said "Nice to meet you, Keiran", my stomach did a somersault. I don't think it was fear, but it kind of resembled fear mixed with an inescapable feeling of lust. Strange. I shook it off. James was the only man I loved and lusted after. "Nice to meet you too, Colter." I think Audrianna sensed the rising tension in the room, and she quickly reverted the subject. "So, is anyone gonna help me unpack, or are we gonna stand around drooling over each other?" She always seemed to notice the obvious. It was nearly two hours later when we finally had everything in the apartment, set up, and ready to be lived in. I walked Audrianna to her car hugged her tight. "You know you're my bestest friend in the widest world!" "What do you want, homo?" she said playfully, looking me in my eyes. I could tell she was becoming emotional. God I hate it when people get emotional! That's my job!!! "I want you to not worry about me being here, okay?" I said. "I'm a big boy, I can handle the world!" I laughed. "I know, I know, I'm just gonna miss you terribly!" With me now living in Miriam and her living an hour away in Trenton, I knew she was going to get Keiran-sick. I hugged her again. "I love your face!" "I love your gay ass face too!" We shared another hearty laugh and talked a bit more until I finally coaxed her to leave. I had to promise her a million times over that I would call, email, text, or smoke signal her if I ever needed anything. Haha. When she did finally pull away, I walked back to my new apartment where I knew James would be waiting for me. Maybe he was naked and ready to fuck my tight hole. . . Mmm. I had a reaction to that thought downstairs immediately! It wasn't even seconds after I closed and locked my door that James was all over my body like milk on chocolate. He pushed me against the door and began kissing my lips and neck, all the while telling me how much he missed me and loved me. I wrapped my feet and arms around his body as he carried my to the kitchen and set me atop the counter, where we continued to passionately kiss each other, until he ordered me to. ". . . Get on your knees baby." I obediently followed his wishes. Man, did I love to be told what to do by him! He spread my legs with his hands before he gently and lovingly kissed my bare ass, causing me to moan in response. "You like that?" he half said, half whispered in his rich, deep voice, then continued to lick my hole, slowly fucking me with his skilled tongue. I was nearly about to let go. He had me. "Don't stop baby!" I moaned. He began massaging my balls while still tongue-fucking me, leading me to orgasm, but stopped when he knew I was about to lose control. "Shit, James! What the fuck are you doing? DON'T STOP! FUCK ME!" "You asked for it, Keiran." he said as he raised on his knees and flipped my body in one swift motion. I spread my legs, inviting him into me, and he took my hot, tight, wet bait, devouring me little by little. With every stroke of his 8 inch cock, I let the "Oh FUCKs" and the "Damnit, babys" escape my lips. He took both my arms and pinned them above my head as he leaned in and passionately kissed my awaiting lips, all without missing a beat. Meanwhile, the ecstasy between my legs combined with his pounding groin of heroine was too much for me to bear! He was on his way to his orgasm as his breathing became deep and his thrusts more powerful. Feeling him like this, fucking me senseless, was enough to set me off right then, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate me with all of his glory. "Oh James!!! JAMES!!! FUCK, James! SHIT!" He let go of my arms and I instinctively wrapped them around his torso, clawing at his back as wave after wave of my cum torrent shot onto our stomachs. With my moans and my ass clenching with every wave of cum I emitted, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He gave me one last "I'm-fucking-you-like-I'll-die-tomorrow" thrust and unleashed his seed in my welcoming hole. After a few minutes of us just laying there making out ass naked on my counter, covered in cum, he finally pulled himself free of my reluctant ass. We then headed to the shower, cleaned ourselves off, got dressed, [he had brought an extra pair of clothing], and walked hand-in-hand to my bedroom. James climbed into bed and me, being the devil I am, I jumped on him. "I missed you!" James smiled, kissing my lips as I lay on top of him. "I missed you more!" I replied, laying my head on his chest. That son of a bitch knew how to fuck! And now I'm tired as hell. "Do you have plans for tomorrow, baby?" "Not unless they involve you. . ." I sleepily admitted. I could already feel myself drifting fast. I just felt so comfortable in his arms! I took the scent of his naked chest as I just lay there, perfectly safe and content. Just before I fell into sleep I thought I heard him whisper something in my ear, then kiss me softly. The next morning, he was gone. * * * I didn't want to cum on myself right after I just got out of the shower, so I reluctantly took my hand away from my rock hard member and walked to the bathroom to clean up my leaking cock. On my way back to the living room, I decided to be a bit risky, and open up all the windows. It was supposed to be a warm day today, but knowing Oklahoma weather, it would probably go beyond whatever limit's the weatherman predicted. As I opened curtains and lifted windows, the warm, humid, morning air began drafting inside. I never kept my apartment cold because I hate being cold, so the outside air wasn't too much different than the air inside, except the fact that it was thick with humidity. I stood there, in all of my chocolate glory, bathing in the rising sun's light, with my hands behind my head as I searched the surrounding area for any signs of morning life. A few cars passed, probably on their way to their high-class jobs of some sort. A paperboy rode by on his bike, throwing papers haphazardly into the driveways across the street. Not too much going on this morning, I thought. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the window sill, and stuck my head out the window. The air actually smelled good! The many flowers that bordered the apartments gave off a comfortable scent, and I welcomed them. I missed James. The more I thought about him, the more my groin awoke and the more my stomach got knots in it. . . What a weird feeling. It's been over a year since he simply vanished from my life, and since then, my daily life has been pretty emotional. I went from seeing him everyday to him just disappearing one day. Literally. He just. . . Disappeared! No phone call! No email! Nothing. I sighed. My chest hurt, I'm feeling the oncoming anger rising. . . You see! This is what love does to you! Ugh! I hate that word now. K I hope I never fall in love again. . . Well, at least not yet anyway. The pain is just too much! FUCK! I'm trying to keep myself from getting all worked up over him, but I'm failing. . . Epically. I mean, really? REALLY!!!??? How can you just leave the one you say you love? And then, not to even give them a goodbye. . . never mind. Fucking men. Ugh! I was engulfed in my thoughts as I casually stared down the street, when I heard my phone ring. My phone! "Where the fuck are you?" I called out to the inanimate piece of technology. The ringing was coming from my room, and by the sound of the ringtone, [it was a simple BeeeEEEEEP!], I could tell it was someone I wasn't familiar with. I stood in the middle of my large room and waiting for it to ring again, then figured it was coming from under my covers. So I stripped my bed and found it near the foot, displaying Restricted Number on the LCD screen. "Hello?" I answered, curious as to whom was calling me. There was a brief pause, then a man's voice spoke. "What are you doing?" the voice asked, almost in a hurried, fearful tone. "Um. . ." I sat down on my bed. "Who is this?" "I can't tell you right now. They're listening." . . . Okayyy. . . Weirdo. . . "Who's listening? Who are you?" I persisted. This pause was longer than the previous one. I was getting rather annoyed with whoever the fuck this guy was. I bet it's some faggot prankster who doesn't have a life. . . I was about to just hang up the phone, but something inside me told me not to. As if the man sensed my curiosity, he spoke again. "Listen, Kai. . ." What. The. FUCK!?. This dude knows my fucking nickname!!! I could feel the fear crushing my lungs as I tried to find the words to say. My mouth just wouldn't cooperate with my brain. ". . . Meet me at Heartland Park. 9pm. Don't be late." Click. My heart was pounding in my ears and I sure as hell thought I was about to piss on myself. I had never been stalked before! What if he wanted to kill me? Or rape me? I mean, I never been in a fight before, but I'm sure I could handle my own with the help of adrenaline and pent-up anger over Jame- Whatever. The only person here in Miriam that calls me Kai left about 13 months ago. Everyone else, my fellow employees, called me Keiran. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. No! NO, no, no! It couldn't have been! My mind was racing and placing the pieces together so well. I just didn't want to believe it. James could NOT have just called me! And if it was, then he probably knew I wouldn't go to the park if I knew it was him calling me! But then again, he knows I let curiosity get the better of me, 9 times out of 10. I just laid there on my bed, trying not to let my emotions and irrational thoughts get the better of me. Why the hell would he want to see me now? Is it not enough for him to just leave me fuck alone now? I mean, why make it harder on me? He knew I loved him! And to have the fucking nerve to just call me like that! FUCK HIM! SHIT! Why do I have to love him!? He obviously didn't love me since he was so quick to leave me here! FUCKING WHY?!!! I hate my heart. Stupid fucking heart. I curled into a ball and threw my phone against the wall. I began to cry until I couldn't cry any more, having not a care in the fucking world who heard my sobs. I sincerely missed him, I really did! But I wasn't sure if I had the strength to go see him! What if it wasn't James that called though? There's always that possibility, right? But the more I thought about not going to see whomever was awaiting my arrival at the park, the more I wanted to know. Maybe if it wasn't James, I could finally let go of him. Audrianna warned me of this. "You have to find the strength to let go, hun." she had said, a few weeks after James had `disappeared'. "If you can't let go, you'll only end up causing yourself more pain than necessary in the end. . ." Oh, and how right she was. * * * I guess I had cried myself into a dreamless nap, because I when I looked at the clock, it read 8:37pm. Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly a nap. Haha. Either way, I felt a little better than I did when I was spilling my heart out to my pillow. Thank you, pillow. I love you. I rose from my bed and saw my phone on the floor. "Shiiiit!" I whined. Why the hell did I throw it? Just why. I got off my bed and tentatively picked it up, silently praying I didn't break the damn thing. I pressed the End button and thankfully it turned off and back on without any problems. Audrianna's speed dial was number 3 on my phone. I hit it and waited for her to answer. No luck. She couldn't be asleep. She NEVER [and I mean, NEVER] slept in late. Maybe she's just out and about and can't hear her phone ring, I concluded. I walked over to my closet and picked out something casual, yet cute to wear: a black T-shirt with a Paramore logo on it and some jeans, which I would wear a pair of black flip flops with. You can't go wrong with flip flops and jeans! And quickly dressed, fixed my emo-styled hair, and retrieved a soda from the refrigerator before I grabbed my keys off the counter and locked the door. I have to know if that was James. . . If this is James. I pulled out of the parking lot, speed dialing Audrianna's number yet again, while heading across town to Heartland Park. In case something went wrong, at least someone would know where I was. I hope you enjoyed reading this. As mentioned earlier, I appreciate constructive criticism. Chapter 2 will be posted as soon as I am finished writing! Thanks again! Jude Covenan <jude6907@yahoo.com>