Disclaimer: This story contains adult conversation about male/male sex. If this content bothers you or you are not allowed to read such content, please leave now. Please note this story does not contain original names. This story is a work of fiction, so please do not think that it is real life, because it is not. Hope you enjoy the story. I would like to send a special thanks to my friend Sara who helped me write this story, Thank you Sara. Please note that the names are made up, so any in similarity it is due to pure coincident.
Word spread around fast that john's car had been vandalized, I called a tow truck to the scene, and Jason and I piled in dad's car with him to go to the scene also. When I saw the car, I almost fell. All over the car, was spray painted in bright red. "FAG LOVER, FAG LOVER" John was straight but he was also very cool with the homosexual population too. Brandon wrote a report, and I had the car towed to the dealership. We all followed the truck back. We filed an insurance claim on the car, the car was pretty old so it was not worth that much, but at least it paid off his loan. I told john to go pick out a used car off the lot, and we would demo it out for him. He refused he wanted to make it like a real man, and I had to give him credit for that, so I told him that he could use a loaner car, until he could get a new car. That would be the case for any employee, who had a good history with the company like him. So he accepted that offer, and in about two weeks he had gotten home like right after me. The only reason he drove his own car is because he did a lot of running around town for work. Sometimes he even drove the Silverado, but not very often. Jason had driven his own truck today because I had a doctor's appointment. I had gotten home first and was listening to the messages on the speakerphone and it showed that john had one voice message in his mailbox, when his message started playing I fell into shock. I real deep scratchy voice came on, it was obviously translated by a machine, it started describing our house and told him and fags would pay, and those who agree with their cock on cock fucking ways. I pressed the panic button on the house; it automatically puts the house in a lock down state. The garage doors open up half way only on panic or fire alarm, if it is burglary then everything is automatically locked down and you have to reset the motors to use them again. When the alarm company called I shut off the alarm system, right around the time Jason walked in the front door. I was crying because I was scared, this not only was a threat towards john but it was also a threat towards my family. John was still paying rent I thought of him as a very good friend, and I would help him in anyway that I knew how, but he was not my family. Even though I knew he was my lover's brother. So after I got off the phone with the alarm company, they were calling in the non-emergency police, I was going to call Brandon, and Sara out of work. We were going to leave the kids at my nana's house for the night, anyway so that would be good. I filled Jason in on the situation and let him hear the message. When everyone got there and the police were there, we all sat down and we discussed the situation. About halfway through, john spoke up and said it was time that he confessed.
John started out as saying as most of you know, about a year ago I was a depressed drug attic, I was kicked out of college and then later arrested for doing drugs, I lost everything. Now what I want to tell you is how it all started. About a month after Christmas break, my dorm mate who later became my best friend, and I were sitting in our dorm room, he was crying because he was in love with his boyfriend who broke up with him because of the stress of two different schools, he tried to work with him, and he told him that he could fuck around all he wanted, that he loved him and wanted to be with him, he was the only family he had after he had came out, except for his grandma who was helping him go to college because his scholarships were only 75% he had chosen to pay a little along the way instead of having to pay for an entire term after they ran out. He said, that I was planning on going to a party, and I wanted him to go with me, because I thought it would be fun, but he didn't go because the jock who was throwing the party had tried to sexually assault him, and when he reported it, the guy was almost thrown off the football team. So he hated him, and always called him a fag. Well about a month after that, I was coming back from another party where I had initially tried heroin, and some other drugs. When I came back to the dorm the door was open, when I opened it, and walked inside, my shoes made a splat sound, so I turned on the light, and there before me, was my best friends dead body, and I was standing in his blood. I screamed finally somebody came, they had not heard a thing, his body was still warm, and bleeding, he was stabbed repeatedly in the neck. (John is crying while telling the story) So the campus security came, then the police, who were homophobic and they took the reports, and I over heard them saying one less fag in the world, I got so pissed, the school did try to help me, by moving me to another room, by myself but it only made things worse, then one night the team quarterback came in even though it was not football season, he was still all that and much more. He told me that he was glad he had killed my lover, I corrected him and told him friend, that I am not gay, I was so pissed, I jumped him we fought for almost 45 minutes, before someone heard the racket and came in, by this time he was on the floor, I had broken his leg and gave hurt his neck real bad. He had already admitted to killing Darnell, so I tried to kill him with my bare hands, I only had some bruises, but he was taken to the hospital after telling me, that fags would pay, and those who agree with their cock on cock fucking ways. I was told to pack my things, I was kicked out of the dorm permanently, the following Monday when I walked down the hall everyone got out of my way, when I got to the office I was told that I was on probation because Donald would not be able to play football ever again. Later that day I went to work, I was given a drug test, I did not take it, I just walked out, I had already been living in my car, for the last day. So when the school told me that I was banned from its property I left. I came home and you all know the rest from there.
I had never heard john's story before, but I knew form now on that I would give him a lot more credit than I had before. So Brandon and his buddies discussed strategy of protecting the house, after they left, I set the alarm on stay mode, but turned off the delay, so it was instant. Then we went to bed, Jason and I laid down I was scared and shaking still, so Jason curled up next to me, and wrapped his arms around me and we went to sleep.
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