Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2011 19:55:05 -0500
From: Alexander Wolf <alexander_wolfe@live.com>
Subject: Dylan & Lucius Chapter 1 (update)

Dylan & Lucius

This story is completely fictional, any relation with real events, persons,
names, or any other kind of similarity is merely a coincidence.

Here you are going to read stuff involving sex people of the same sex,
minors, and other weird things, for getting the things properly I, and make
emphasis on it I do not promote sex with minors, or any person without the
proper consent of the others. If you are not legally an adult or this kind
of story is not legal in your country, state or simply you are morally
against this please go away from here, do your homework, or something more
profitable.

Also the suggestion's, opinions and anything you want to share you can find
me at

alexander_wolfe@live.com

P.S. Please just constructive opinions, if you are a super religious
extremist or a super internet police wanna be, please save your self the
work, I'm not going to read a word from you.

My work is purely fictional and non-profitable so... STFU!

With all these being, let start this over...

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Chapter 1: 'In the end

This wasn't one of the coldest nights of the year, but it sure was the
saddest one, being alone, soaking, and freezing; maybe it was from standing
in the rain wearing nothing more than a cowboy hat, pants and a coat, or
perhaps it was the feeling that started to grow inside me, the feeling of
losing someone who you truly loved, while the body of Dylan was lying on
the ground of the alley, immobile and naked.

The rain hadn't quite washed away all of the little streams of blood, burnt
pieces of crap and the charcoal that rested over his entire body, not even
that deadly look that he had could remove the lovely innocence of his still
boyish face. With the few black lines of what was to be his first beard
starting to grow over his lips; I was thinking about him, so young and even
as I placed my shirt over his face, as I try to give him a little bit of
peace. All of the memories we'd spent together in the last year began to
rush back into my mind; like echoes that started to meld into one big
confusing mass of feelings in my chest, but it quickly turned into a deep
hollow inside of my soul.

The sound of the police sirens awoke me from my trance, and even made
Dylan's voice; his laughter, screams, and even moans vanish into the
rain. Which let me to get back into the real deal, and to be able to think,
"I got to get the heck out of here now," I thought, but I couldn't move;
the flashbacks were coming back and I needed them to get away from me, at
least until I got some cover away from the police and the fire from the
building in the alley.

Finally, I just simply fell onto my knees and resigned to the warm and
calming sound of those memories as they clashed throughout my head, I just
simply started to look into the collage of my brain, in how I could have
gotten into this mess... and there I was... one year ago...


This was my second in year in college, well it was supposed to be, but
being the son of an Army Ranger, made it quite difficult ending a semester
in any school. So since finishing High School, I took a vacation semester
(honestly it was an indefinite semester length); but being within the army
world wasn't that bad, especially, when your buddies were Rangers, you
could learn really cool things such as self-defense (armed and unarmed),
you could get drinks without needing ID. (By the way, did I mention I'm
19?) and everybody salutes you and treats you respectfully, well, being the
son of the Master Sergeant is always a plus.

Let me tell you some other stuff about me, my name is Lucius, I'm bisexual,
my physical qualities being that I'm 5'5 ft. tall, I also have long
brunette hair (like the A.E. models style); I'm a little plump, but I'm not
fat either; also I have little too much of body hair, but nothing a trim
cannot handle, and my BIGGEST plus is that my little friend which is a
girl, I'd hooked up with some years ago, she's called Chris, she is 7.4"
long, not bad for a 19 yo dud.

Well getting to the point, the 'Serg', as I always called my father was on
medical leave, so that meant that we could stay together for a while, as
long as he recovered. He decided to buy a medium size house in a small town
in the SE of Texas.

The day we arrive into the house, there was nothing out of the ordinary,
just moving some of our stuff, the moving company make near everything, and
the Sergeant's unit, we were kind of a big family so they offered to help,
which they finish moving the last of our belongings that the moving company
could not do it in the first day; while the guys and the moving company
were ordering the stuff I got the assignment of giving a recognition to the
surroundings.

One of the few main points I took notice was a big park, great for having a
nice exercise routine near a school, after giving a look through the park I
decided it was time to return to the house, but this time taking another
route, so I make my mind and choose returning the parallel street, the one
the school run's into; while passing near the school, I got a faint sounds
of something, my curiosity win this battle so I took a glimpse into the
back of the school where I saw three guys that looked little younger than
me and they were grabbing a kid from arms and legs, so he could not
move. Instantly I crossover the fence and run towards the bullies, I grab
one by the arm, and twisted over making him fell to his knees while I grab
him from the waist now and toss it over the second bully that was coming to
me, after a few kicks I landed on them they ran like trying to break the
speed of sound.

When I remember there was a third bully quickly I turn over to target him
before he can hurt me, but I found him on the floor of the yard,
unconscious and with his nose bleeding. I look around but no signs of the
kid-- "dang that kid is fast"-- I thought to myself, after that I return to
my house wandering about the kid for the next few days.

Finally after couple of days, the last deliver of furniture was taken care,
the Sergeant offered to give a BBQ in honor of inaugurating the new house,
to thanks his unit for the help, and to get to know the neighbors around.

So that my new assignment was set, deliver the invitations (creepy isn't? I
know I was TERRIFIED). With the rhythm of `Cinema' from Benny Bennasi in my
ipod, I started the hazardous job of relating with the neighbors; first I
took the house on the right, then the house to the left, it wasn't
comfortable to walk from one house to the other with the freaking sun
hitting on my head and the walk was long, because my house is in corner,
but after those 2 invitations I was soaking in sweat, and thirsty, somehow
I manage to get to the third house. I do the usual routine, knock on the
door, say hi to the person who opens, and tell the message. A lady open me,
and invite me to come into the house, also she offered me some ice tea, she
actually looked like a really nice woman; after having a few words with
Sarah McCaw (as she introduced to me) I told her I needed to go and thanked
her for the iced tea, just before leaving, I saw the very same kid that I
saw in the school a couple of days ago, he was just passing by eating a
fruit when he saw me, in the moment he saw me he just went into the stairs
to the second floor, I suppose to his room.

The rest of the afternoon I splendid the afternoon thinking about this kid,
why does he run, what happen to the third bully, why they were bullying
him, and the most important was who the hell is him.

The BBQ when just fine, there was a smooth and fresh breeze running in the
backyard, everyone was getting along really nice, the only thing that
bugged me was that this kid wasn't eating a thing, and as a way to show my
hospitality I went to him in order to ask him if the food wasn't of his
appeal or was something wrong, but the moment he saw me, he move out from
his table into the house, I look out for him inside the house, in the
living room and in the kitchen. The moment I was stepping out from the
house I heard this 'buzzing' sound coming from my room, it didn't take me
long to realize it was my cellphone I leave it in my room charging, so I
took the stairs to the second floor and into my room, when I enter it I
just found the charger cord plug into the wall but no cellphone that
confused me, it was quite rare I forgot something, specially my cellphone,
I decided to give a fast sweep to my room to search for it but there my dad
yell from the living room if I was there, I told him that I was checking
for my cellphone and he said to me that he had it with him, that he needed
to make a call.

After all that being said the mystery of the cellphone was solved, but one
was still pending, but i didn't give it much more of a though he might be
in the bathroom, so I start closing the door and head my way into the yard,
and just an instance before closing the door I heard the same buzzing sound
so I just stay there a couples of seconds and then turn around kicking the
door and hearing I hit something--"Gotcha"-- I though.

I enter the room as fast as I could, and grab the first thing I could place
my arm on, whatever was behind the door, luckily for me was an arm, I
pulled the arm to my bed and jumped on top of the 'UnkSub', with my other
had I locked his other free hand beneath ours waists and there it was, he
was the kid from the house in front of mine.

I was on top of him admiring for the first time, this kid that looked like
he was 13 or 14, shaggy brunette hair, no signs of body hair yet, cute
cheeks, and a nice soft and pink lips (just like a strawberry shake), he
was wearing a black shirt with the printed image of the Beatles in Abbey
Road; and then I realized he was still struggling I just landed all my
weight over him and he can't breathe properly so I move a little allowing
him to breath with more ease, and ask him to tell me what he was doing in
my room. He nodded with his head and in the moment I move and realized him
he just pull his hand ( the one that was between our waists) and pass it in
front of my crotch giving it a little touch.

After that he sit on my bed, while I was on the chair near my desk, and
there he was telling me about he was a veggie so that's why he didn't eat
from the BBQ I felt actually bad by not offering something he could eat,
then I told him that I would make him a salad in the kitchen if he still
was hungry, also I wanted to make him feel better in order to make up for
him by kicking his ass, in that moment he just gave me a look and told
me--"you took me by surprise, but you didn't kick my ass"-- as we were
getting in the kitchen he asked me --"... and how did you know I was in the
ceiling of your room?"-- I simply answered--"I didn't know you were there,
you moved to silently, but I heard the 'buzz' of the cellphone and when my
dad told me he had my cellphone and I heard the 'buzz' again I just follow
my gut"-- after being said that we starting to laugh like fools, just like
if we were the best friends and we know each other from long time.

During our healthy 'BBQ' we learn a lot from the other, for instance he
told me his name is Dylan, and he explained me the reason of how he moved
so silently and fast, that is because he is a ninja, and also that he is
shy (that explains why he run from sight when I was in his house earlier);
I told him about my dad job and where did I learn to fight like that, and
also he look like quite interested about the things I've done, like
skipping school indefinitely (college), he was curious about if I left many
friends back in my old town, to which I told him that my best friends were
the unit. The first thing we didn't have in common was that he love to
sleep, and I hate it with all my soul.

The evening came with a really cold wind, one that could make your skin
chill really cool, when his mom came to the kitchen telling him that it was
getting late and it was time to go, we just say goodbye, but no before
exchanging our cellphone numbers and e-mails to each other.

After everyone left the house the Sergeant give me my new assignment,
'cleaning' I just murmur --"I'll be damn..."-- before the Sergeant asked me
if I said anything which to my response was --"No Sir, no", and with a
faint smile on his face he went to the bathroom for a shower, while I spend
the same time in cleaning the yard; when everything looked to be in order,
I entered into my bathroom and gave myself a nice and comforting wank, with
the thoughts of Dylan's smooth boyish face and his tender lips, the thought
of his voice and his lips kissing me, like in a movie, hearing the
background the music of `cinema' and so he made me cum (at least in my
mind).

Well, for being my first week in a new town, it wasn't so bad after all...
and maybe I might get the like in here