Real World

By Michael Yost

Published on Jan 12, 2003

Gay

"What am I an "Uncle Tom"?," Thomas sneered, "So, I qualify as being a nice gay man and not a dirty faggot boy."

"You qualify as being a nice, honest , gay person who doesn't prey on a poor innocent girl's feelings," Amy said nastily.

"I didn't prey on anyone's feelings! Stop picking on me Amy! I didn't do anything wrong!" Josh moaned picking up the ringing phone "Mr. Links," Josh whispered. Covering the phone up he yelled, "Thomas, Amy I have a private phone call here."

Josh wasn't surprised when the camera man smirked at him and left him alone with his phone call too.

"You heard about the party I went to with Thomas? " Josh said into the phone, " I went there to score some drugs.. That's all. No, I'm not interested in men," Josh beseeched into the phone, thinking, Particularly, I'm so not interested in you!

"You're gong to call my parents about the lies on my application? Leave my parents out of this! Listen Mr. Links, I have a friend who is dying to meet you. His name is Andre. After the show is over I'll arrange a date between you both. He's seventeen years old and has the hots for older men. A real daddy complex type. It will cost you. Oh will it will cost you. Andre's a high maintenance type of guy. He's been doing this since he was fifteen. What do you mean he sounds too experienced, and you can get any underage hooker's ass you want? Stop talking dirty to me!!! It isn't working. When you see what Andre looks like you won't even want to drive your nine inch muscle meat up my, my fresh young, you know what I mean. You just won't! I'll e-mail you his picture."

Calling Brent checking up on him, Josh was pleased to hear Brent was going out on a date with someone who was sober. After making another call this time to his kids, Josh hung up the phone.

Josh joined Amy and Thomas in the kitchen.

"Did you call Frankie?" Thomas said, putting just the right amount of disdain in his voice.

"Yes, I called Frankie last night," Josh said his face hot with embarrassment., "We had a nice conversation. He's doing fine. Satisfied?"

"It was the right thing to do Josh," Thomas said curtly. To Josh's relief Thomas left the kitchen.

"Amy don't be mad at me. We're going to have to live together for three more months, let's get along for everyone's sake," Josh begged, throwing his arms around Amy. Putting on a show for the camera man to film, "Please, I hate it when people are mad at me. Be fair. Did I act like I wanted to be anything but a friend to you?"

"I'm sorry Josh I guess I was loaded last night. I'm really interested in you. When Thomas told me you went to a party with him and you went upstairs with a guy I was really disappointed."

"I only went up stairs with Frankie to buy a dime bag of pot he had," Josh lied, "I was just being a friend to Thomas by agreeing to go to a party with him."

"Josh I really, really like you," Amy stressed, leaning into him.

"I like you too," Josh said.

I do like you, Josh thought surprised. I like holding you, Your so small and curvy, warm and soft,. You smell nice too. I would so like to take you someplace and use your body till it was all dried up and empty.

Before Josh could stop himself he hungrily kissed her, liking her tastiness. The flattering press of her breasts against his chest. The tantalizing mortal frailness and the feminine bundle of excitement she was. Liked mocking her, conquering her once again, making her fall in lust with him all over again.

"Let's go to the Korn concert just you and me," Josh said, allowing her the pleasure of kissing his chin.

"Is this a date or are we just friends?' she flirted.

Pausing for a moment, hating himself, and loving himself for being such a bastard when he wanted to be a bastard, Josh said, "Let's keep it at just at being friends. Consider this a make up date. I am seeing someone back home. Someone I'm in love with. We're fighting right now, but I know we'll work things out Come on I need some fun"

Josh thought to himself, I need some time to come up with a major groveling apology, It's killing me wondering what happened between Micheal and Pete. I should respect Pete not wanting to talk about his past. I hate secretes being kept from me.

Going to the outdoor concert Pete and Ovid sang and danced to one of Korns' songs "Freak on a Leash "on the radio they brought to the concert. They played it loud ignoring the opening band, Deadly.

Something takes a part of me Something lost and never seen Every time I start to believe Some things raped and taken from me . . . from me Life's got to always be messing with me, (You wanna see the light) Can't it chill and let be be free (So do I) Can't I take away all this pain, (You wanna see the light) I try to every night in vain . . . in vain

Something takes a part of me You and I were meant to be A cheap fuck for me to lay Something takes a part of me Feeling like a freak on a leash (You wanna see the light) Feeling like I have no release (So do I)

How many times have I felt diseased (You wanna see the light?) Nothing in my life is free. . . free

The screen behind the band was fraught with cartoon animation; The words Booby Fest was flashed on the screen.

Throwing off her shirt Lena cupped her breasts like the mortal females around her did. She screamed here vampire head off.

The lights went off the screen went dead, Korn opened with Fading Away With Me.

The sweat drenched boys on the stage assaulted their instruments. The stage was set with flame throwers and designed like an old opera house. Everything was a gothic acid nightmare.

People started to bounce and mosh. Ovid almost got punched in the mouth by a rowdy fan who was being passed over head by fans. Emil got kicked in the head by another crowd surfer. Korn slipped into their song Faget:

Him

Here I am different in this normal world Why tease me? Make me feel upset?

Walking stereotypes feeding their heads, I am ugly please just go away

Pussy!

Fagget!

I'm just a pretty boy, whatever you call it You wouldn't know a real man if you saw it It keeps going on day after day son

You fake, if we don't want none I'm sick and tired of people treating me this way everyday Who gives a fuck?

Right now I got something to say to all people that think I'm strange and I should be locked up in a cage. You don't know what the hell is up any how

You got this pretty boy feeling like I'm enslaved to a world that never appreciated shit You can suck my dick and fucking like it.

I'm just a pretty boy I'm not supposed to fuck a girl I'm just a pretty boy In this fucked up world In my life who am I?

I'm just a faget Faget I'm a faget Faget. I'm not a faget What am I? Faget I'm not a fucking queer You mother fucking queers!

Ovid grinned at Pete, then Ovid chanted the anthem along with the crowd: "Faget, Faget!"

Don't worry about it, Ovid projected in Pete's mind, "Hate words are stupid. That's what the song is about. I outed myself when I was fifteen. I didn't give a mother fucking shit what people thought of me. They could suck my dick and like it for all I cared.

I outed myself after I was kicked out of divinity school. Then all my friends in my old high school knew I was not only a sissy boy but an out and out screaming faggot too, Pete thought You were braver than I was.

I didn't care. After my freshman year I found my niche and survived. Humans can't touch us or hurt us Pete. We're so above human's bitchiness in every way. Fuck humans. You should forget you ever were a human. There here for us to laugh at."

"I guess,." Pete whispered, feeling suddenly very cold.

tbc

Next: Chapter 34


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