Date: Thu, 04 Nov 1999 03:58:09 GMT
From: Cold Mouse <cold_mouse@hotmail.com>
Subject: As We Know It

	Hey all, Cold Mouse here... this is my first attempt at a work of
erotic fiction. All the usual disclaimers apply. This story contains scenes
of sex between fourteen year old boys, so if that sort of thing is illegal
in your jurisdiction, or if you're under eighteen, then stay away from
this. Some of the unusual disclaimers apply, too... don't read this if you
know me IRL and might connect me to the writing style, 'cause I'm not ready
to come out yet. Of course, this is a bit moot, huh... :^)

	Also, I'd like to thank everyone who helped with the production of
this story; Birgir, Joe AKA Arnia, and Chuck AKA the guy with the lowest
self esteem of anyone I've ever met, and also everyone who commented on
anything of mine that I had posted in the library. Anyway, here's the
story, I'll be back at the end at the end to tell you how to contact me
with feedback, good or bad... which I beg you all to give! Here it
is... hope you enjoy!

			       As We Know It

	Apocalypse!
	Revelations!
	Satanic Prophesy By Nostradamus and Eleven Other Prophets!

	"Sweet... Check it out, Patrick... Apocalypse!" I gestured with my
elbow towards the magazine in question, the latest issue of Weekly World
News, which lay slightly torn and battered on the newsstand, the last copy
of its type. Patrick gulped down the last sit of his coke and threw the
empty can into a trashcan, then turned his hazel eyes towards the item in
question.
	"Cool!" We both exchanged a grin... the end of the world had been
the subject of intense interest to him as long as I had known him, which
was forever. Or at least six years, since he moved to my town in third
grade. His morbid fascination had earned him a permanent place in the
guidance office, but so far they hadn't changed him... his interest was
still as strong as ever.
	Heh, I have to admit, it was rubbing off on me, too... In the years
since I became friends with Patrick, the walls in my room had become
decorated with pencil drawings of apocalyptic scenes, and I had even bought
a Bible to read and re-read the last chapter... Revelations! I had never
been very religious, and neither had Patrick... and we still weren't... but
we both loved that chapter. The fact that the author and I had the same
first name - John - only heightened my interest.
	Don't get us wrong... we weren't sadistic or anything... we weren't
looking forward to the end of the world, we just found it to be an
interesting topic, that's all. "Shall we buy it?" asked Patrick,
hypothetically... of course we'd by it! I rummaged around in my jean
pockets for money, and come up a single wrinkled bill... a one. "Damn..." I
mumbled under my breath, and then louder, to the news seller, "Is this
enough?" I lay the bill on the counter, futilely trying to smooth it with
my fist.
	With a grunt, the large, unshaven man at the counter pointed
towards the upper-right hand corner of the magazine. "One twenty-five?" I
groaned disparagingly, then turning to Patrick, I added, "Do you have
anything left over from the soda?"
	"No..." he glanced regretfully at the discarded soda can with
downcast eyes, then suddenly brightened. On the sidewalk, a beam of light
met his eyes... a quarter! Patrick swooped down like a hawk and scooped the
coin up into his eager hands, and set it down next to my dollar. "There!"
he said triumphantly, with a radiant smile that lit up his features, making
him that much cuter...
	Hey, I already said I wasn't religious. In fact, I had little use
for any parts of the Bible, save Revelations. Leviticus I hated in
particular... I mean, my homosexuality alone prevented me from taking any
stock in the laws set down in that chapter.
	But there was no space in my mind for Biblical thoughts now... not
with Satanic Prophesy to be read! Patrick and I opened the magazine as soon
as it was paid for and began reading it was we walked back to his house. We
were disappointed to discover it was mostly the same thing all other
magazines of its type were, but when we got passed the Page Three Girl -
who, I was sure, held more interest for Patrick then for me --We saw the
headline that grabbed our attention...
	"Hey, check it out John... 'Nostradamus sites May Fourth, 1999 as
the date of the apocalypse!'" He grinned again, and the last rays of the
setting sun bounced of his choppily cropped light brown hair as his did so,
giving him an almost angelic aura. "That's tonight! Sweet!"
	"Yeah!" I returned the grin. My hair was orange, so I knew the
light would not affect me the same way it would him. Rather, the glare
would clash with my freckles... I looked better in darkness. The black
hooded sweatshirt I was wearing had been selected because of that. "We'll
have to stay up and wait for it!" We'd done this before... Nostradamus, at
least according to Weekly World News, had made many similar predictions for
other nights before now. It wasn't that we believed the
predictions... rather, and excuse was a good one to stay awake until dawn,
watching horror movies, eating junk food, and just talking.
	It's what we would have done that night anyway... it was Friday,
and time for fun.
	The rest of the walk back to his house was spent in perusal and
discussion of the article. My mind kept drifting away from our talking, now
that the initial joy at seeing the magazine had worn off. Now I
concentrated all the mental energy focusing on my friend... did he notice
that I would occasionally lift my eyes of the magazine and turn them
instead to the admiration of his body? I didn't think so... and I sure as
hell hoped not!
	By the time we finally reached his house, night had just about
fallen, and we had given up on trying to read by moonlight... it was just
not bright enough. I let him enter the house first, so I could gaze
lovingly at him from behind as we made our way into his living room.
Earlier that day we had rented Evil Dead 2... although I had heard from
some guy I knew on the internet that it sucked, I wanted to see it
anyway. Patrick and I had watched Evil Dead the previous weekend, and it we
had both decided it to be the best horror movie... ever.
	Patrick ran over to his sofa and stretched himself out, giving we a
great view. You know how in all those erotic internet stories, the love
interest is always so wonderfully attractive that they seem almost perfect
in every way? I can never true understand what the author's talking about
until I compare their creation to Patrick. There was this one description I
found in the Nifty Archive, in a story by the prolific net writer called
Oxygen, and it fit Patrick to a tee. He wasn't a big kid... about 5'5, same
as me... and was perfectly slim, whereas I seemed more scrawny then
anything else. I had to satisfy my self with just that one glance
though... anything further and he might get suspicious. I plunked myself
down on his nearby loveseat, and asked, "You wanna put the movie in now?"
	"Sure," he said, with a glance at the magazine I still held. We'd
gotten through all the good stuff on the way over, and really had no more
need to finish it. Then he jumped back up. "You throw it on, and don't
worry about keeping the volume down; my parents are out tonight. I'll go
grab some soda from the kitchen. We don't want to be thirsty for the end of
the world as we know it," he added with a grin, then scampered off to get
the drinks.
	I stared at his retreating form until he turned the corner, then
popped the video in, and sat back to relax in the love seat again. As I
waited both for Patrick to return and for the preview to end, I glanced
back through the magazine, to see the details on the end of the world as we
know it tonight. Unfortunately, the article failed to provide any
interesting information... just that, according to the long-dead prophet,
the world would end at ten forty-seven that evening. Cool, I though, that
gives us about an hour and a half to wrap up things on earth.
	Just as the movie was starting, Patrick returned, with a coke in
each hand. Underhandedly, he tossed one to me, and opened the other.
"Thanks," I said, but he didn't hear... the movie was starting. Contentedly
I curled up on the loveseat and tried to watch the movie and Patrick at the
same time.
	The first thing of many that I learned that evening is that sequels
are not always as good as the original. In fact, they're often worse. And
sometimes they suck so much you want to tract down Sam Raimi, wherever he
is, and throttle him violently while yelling "What the fuck happened?!?"
Evil Dead 2 was terrible! It lacked plot, it lacked interest, but most
importantly, it was not scary. It tried to be funny! Before long, I stopped
watching it entirely, and just lay in my seat focused entirely on Patrick,
staring lustfully and exchanging witty remarks and sarcastic comments every
time something stupid happened... which was pretty much constantly.
	Soon even that novelty ran out, and as then movie ran on we began
to ignore it, instead focusing out attention on the upcoming apocalypse.
Patrick had grabbed his Bible and was thumbing through a dog-eared chapter
of Revelations, and I was pretending to re-read the Nostradamus article
while I actually peered over the top at my friend, wondering what it would
be like to kiss him.
	I can't remember for sure, but I think it was around the time Ash
was being possessed by the evil dead that Patrick started to flip through
the rest of the Good Book. "Hey, John," he called out over the sounds of
bodily dismemberment, "Have you ever looked at any of the other stuff in
here?"
	"Huh?" I asked, although I had some idea what he was talking
about. Using the pretense of confusion, I got up and moved closer to him. I
knelt beside him with my face just inches from his.
	He pointed to the chapter he had been referring to; it was
Leviticus. "This kinda stuff... you know, all these laws and rules and
stuff. Like how you can't wear clothes made of more then one kinda fabric,
or how you can't eat animals that live in mud, or..." As he spoke, his
voice grew softer and softer; now, when he paused, I almost thought I heard
him gulp, "or how you can't... you know, like other guys."
	Could he be saying what I thought he was? "Yeah... I've looked
through it, and you're right. I mean, why would God care what we wear or
eat." My voice was just as soft now as his had been, just loud enough to be
heard above the hideous laughter of the undead. "And why does the people
we're attracted to matter?"
	"Yeah... it doesn't matter, really. It doesn't make someone a worse
person, I guess." Was he shaking? In the darkness I couldn't tell.
	It was my turn to swallow. Why was he saying this? Was he...? Well,
I told myself, as long as the world was ending in a half hour, it didn't
matter what happened anymore. "And besides," I continued, almost whispering
now, moving my face in closer to his, "it's not like we have a choice... I
mean, we might try to change, but it's not something that can be changed.
We have to sort of make the best of it, you know?" There, I had done it;
even if it was indirectly, I had come out. Taken a certain way, it might
have even sounded a bit like an invitation.
	An unusual, subtle expression passed over Patrick's face. It was
something like relief, something like happiness, and something like hope,
all in one. "Yeah," he said, leaning in even closer, "I think I know
exactly what you're talking about." We both leaned in further then,
completing the connection as our lips met in a kiss.
	For a while, nothing happened; neither of us wanted to break the
kiss. But it couldn't last forever, and eventually, together, we slowely
pulled away, and gazed at each other in silence. Eventually, the silence
was shattered by Patrick's soft voice. "As long as the world's ending
in..."
	I glanced at the clock. "Twenty three minutes."
	"... twenty three minutes, I guess we can really do whatever we
want now, right?"
	At the same time, we both smiled lovingly, and kissed again. When
it ended, I answered, "Yeah... I mean, it's the end of the world... as we
know it at least. We dunno if in twenty two minutes we'll be dead or what,
so..." I paused to kiss him again... now that we had each other, we
couldn't get enough. "...so we might as well make the most of our time left
on Earth."
	"Yeah," he agreed, starting to remove his shirt. "There are no
consequences..."
	"...no regrets..."
	"So now we can basically do whatever we want!" By now my shirt was
off as well, and we joined in an embrace, and locked lips again.
	"It's strange," I whispered into his ear, in between kisses. "I
wouldn't have thought I'd be so happy when the world actually came to an
end."
	 From then on he said nothing more, and neither did I. Instead I
put my mouth to a much more practical purpose, moving it away from his
mouth and down his neck, to his bare chest, and then even further
down. Clumsily I undid his jeans, and pulled them along with his boxers
down to his knees.
	Free from its denim prison, his cock jumped out at me. I'd love to
say that it was six inches like in all the stories, but the truth is I
wasn't really paying attention to details. I guess six sounds about right
though. Rather then measuring his cock I took it into my mouth and began to
suck.
	My only experience with anything like this was from the numerous
internet stories I had read, tales of love and lust alike, so at first I
was afraid I wouldn't be able to please him. But from the gentle moan that
escaped his lips as I ran my tongue over the head, and from what he told me
afterwards, I think I did well enough. Before long I was rewarded with the
salty explosion of his boyjuice into my mouth.
	Once I had finished, we switched roles, as maneuvered my slim form
atop his on the sofa, shedding my jeans as I did so. Of course since we had
begun I had been hard as a rock, a fact not lost on Patrick as he took me
into his mouth like I had done for him before. The bliss I received from
his mouth was enough to make me swear off masturbation forever... no
feeling had ever been so perfect, so complete before. The combination of
love and lust manifested in the act gave it I heightened energy that
surpassed any I had read about in the stories.
	Words could not describe the ecstasy I felt moments later, once I
finally released into his eager mouth. Once I had, I rolled down, on top of
him, and we snuggled together for a long, long time; doing nothing more
then laying together on the couch, holding hands, half watching the credits
for Evil Dead 2 roll on by the screen, half watching each other. Finally,
the video stopped, and upon coming to the end of the tape, automatically
ejected. The time came back on the VCR... eleven oh five. We had missed the
end of the world as we knew it by eighteen minutes, but somehow that didn't
seem to matter anymore. I turned to Patrick and said, "I really didn't
think the world would end..."
	He smiles, and squeezed my hand a little tighter. "I know. Neither
did I."
	Needless to say, the world didn't end that night. There was no
worldwide nuclear war, no battle between Jesus and the Antichrist, no
meteor showers or plague or pestilence or famine. Life still went on. But
the magazine was right in one respect. It truly was the end of the
world... as we knew it.
	But I felt fine.

	Wow, that's a lot shorter then I remembered... oh well. If you
liked it, hated it, had no opinion, or anything, then please e-mail me at
cold_mouse@hotmail.com Or, you can send me an ICQ message at 26677504.
Really, anything you have to say at all is good, especially bad stuff,
cause I'll need to know what to do differently if I decide to make a
sequel. Thanks in advance... and thanks not-in-advance for reading! Seeya!