Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2009 16:42:54 -0600
From: Jason Gordon <jaygordon_1981@hotmail.com>
Subject: Things That Go Bump, Ch. 1

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which will included t/t and
m/m relationships, and probably some sex too.  If it is illegal in your
area to read this, or if you are not old enough to read this (you know who
you are), stop here.  Otherwise, please enjoy.


		      Things That Go Bump, Chapter 1
			    "Something Wicked"


    It was a cool autumn evening and James Barton was late leaving school.
Football practice ran late, and he was last out of the showers.  He only
lived a mile from school so most days he walked, but as he walked home by
the light of a clear moon, he felt decidedly paranoid.  He could feel eyes
boring down on him.  He picked up the pace, feeling foolish -- he was a big
football player.  Who would mess with him?

    The crackling of a branch behind him drew his attention, but there was
nothing there.  But when he turned around, he saw a boy who hadn't been
there before.  Standing about 5'10" and not possibly over 140, the boy was
lean and trim, wearing blue jeans and a pale blue shirt.  He stood leaning
against a tree and James would have to walk past him.  The boy's eyes bored
into him creepily, and his smile was unsettling.  He stood and blocked the
sidewalk, almost menacingly, except for the unflappable smile, and though
he couldn't possibly pose a threat to the 6'2", 200 lb. football player,
James was unnerved nonetheless.

    Sweeping the black hair from his face, the boy asked, "Where've you
been James?  I've been waiting for you...."

    "Who are you," he said, stopping maybe ten feet short of the boy.

    "Does it matter, cutie?"

    "Fuck yes, it matters....  Don't come any closer!"  The boy moved
almost imperceptibly toward him.  "Look, I don't have any problems with
... you guys, but I'm not into that...."

    The boy's eyes penetrated him, looking almost perplexed, but then his
smile widened.  "No, of course not, big JV quarterback....  Couldn't
possibly fancy a hand-job from your older brother's best friend, or
secretly hope that your scoutmaster would make the first move...."  James
stepped back, feeling violated, his head reeling.  Even now, you're
terrified, but you can't help but wonder how my flesh would feel in your
hands, how your cock would feel inside of me...."  As the boy spoke, James'
heart raced and his cock stiffened.  "See," the boy laughed, pointing to
his sweats, "you're an open book to me...."  Suddenly harsh, he commanded,
"COME HERE!"  Inside his head, he knew that that was a command he should
not accept, but his body began to move, until he was looming over the boy.
Again the boy smiled now cruelly.  "You want to hurt me for doing this to
you, but you should be thanking me for saving you from a life of
pretending....  But go ahead, take your best shot...."

    He felt free again, but looking at the boy's finely sculpted face, with
its scarlet lips and porcelain skin, it felt wrong to mar such beauty.  But
he had felt the danger and wouldn't be fooled.  With his full power, he
pushed out with both arms to shove the boy down, but when his wrists
impacted the slight chest, pain shot up his arms and the boy just laughed.
"Who are you?"

    "Wrong question," the boy answered with a laugh, reaching out with
apparent gentleness and touching a spot high on James' chest just below the
neck, sending a web of pain through his body and causing him to fall to his
knees.

    "What are you?"

    The boy's smile widened almost inhumanly, obscuring his delicate
beauty, winking with an expression that could have frozen salt-water.  "I
am your salvation," he said.  Leaning in, he whispered, "Or the master of
your worst nightmare...."  His icy lips pressed against the warm skin of
James' forehead, and he collapsed to the ground completely, overcome by
darkness.