Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual interactions. The characters are highschool aged and sometimes have unsafe sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any similarities to persons or events is purley coincidental. Enjoy the story and any feedback is welcome. -Gracen
Here are some pictures of what I think the characters look like:
Gunnar: http://www.martindelacroix.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/curly.jpg
Cameron: http://attheloft.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ecca8b98833017d408c4c81970c-pi
Lina: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrMEm44n3Zo/TFCWsMlBRII/AAAAAAAArTM/LasaYv2YuAQ/s400/1+a+pretty+girl2.jpg
Mitchell: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5qt6cajFO1ry3478o1_250.jpg
Elliot: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyrqiNa9lmY/TroBn3aw2_I/AAAAAAAAHgk/8WjimjN9FD4/s1600/495505ebba88a8b3b3573e8c059aa6d4.jpg
Brandon:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGTBoQDqbcA/TroCFoduU_I/AAAAAAAAHkM/5pIzbw0x_co/s1600/tumblr_lseke7hZjf1qc1zplo1_500.jpg
Ezra: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhLGfmi-TGI/TroCAdi-FkI/AAAAAAAAHjk/KDxxyvSe5xE/s1600/Sensitif-62-Hot-Models-Burbujas-De-Deseo-014.jpg
CH 7
I felt some rustling next to me. I had the WORST headache and when I opened my eyes the light flooding in burned. I covered my eyes with my hand and stumbled to the bathroom. I had barely gotten the toilet lid up before the contents of my stomach poured out. I laid on the cold tile floor for what seemed like forever before standing up and splashing my face with ice cold water. I slumped on the edge of the bathtub and tried to recall the night before.
I combed a hand through my curls and then stood up and went to the medicine cabinet to find some aspirin. I took two little red capsules and swallowed them with like three hundred glasses of water. I slowly went back into the unfamiliar bedroom and searched desperately for a pair of sunglasses. I found some on the dresser and put them on. That's when I took in the mess around me.
There were three other unconscious guys in the room. Two of them I knew from school and one of them I had never met. Well never met sober, anyway. That's when I realized that my ass was killing me. There were clothes tossed carelessly in little piles here and there. Red solo cups were tipped over and sitting all around.
All three guys were naked or partially naked but none of them had on underwear or anything covering the lower halves of their bodies. One boy was Mitchell. He was spread out on the floor wearing only the t-shirt from last night. The guy laying in the bed was Brandon Benson. His shorter dark hair was messy and his chiseled face was red and puffy from sleep. He wasn't wearing anything and his defined body was exposed.
The third boy was a guy about my height with short dirty-blonde hair. He was laying on a cedar chest at the foot of the bed. I pulled on a silk robe from the closet and stepped into some underwear that I hoped were mine. I carefully maneuvered out of the room and down the hall.
"Lina?" I whispered loudly. I made my way past debris and finally found her in the kitchen making eggs.
"Gabey! How was your night? I mean I could hear it so I know that it was good."
"Jesus H. Do you have to yell?"
"I'm not? Oh... You're hungover."
"Shhh.. Each word is like a gunshot."
"Haha how are you feeling?"
"Like death. I don't remember anything."
"Well after you broke up with Cameron you came in and started drinking like a sailor. Then you, Brandon, Mitchell and Elliot went to a room and got pretty wild. You are like the only people who stayed this late.
"Late?"
"its like two p.m."
"Ugh. I slept till two?"
"You didn't even actually go to sleep till probably like six or seven, you were a mess."
"Nasty. I need a shower." I walked slowly back to the room I was in. Brandon, Elliot and Mitchell were starting to wake up.
"Ugh, I wish I remembered having sex with you guys." I said as I entered.
"You were pretty great," Brandon said as he sat up.
"Yeah last night was fun. But we shouldn't tell anyone. I have a girlfriend," Elliot said his face getting red.
"As if everyone doesn't already know," Mitchell glanced over, "you were pretty vocal while I was fucking you." Elliot blushed hard and quickly found some clothes.
Brandon smiled as he smacked Elliot's butt, "you are a little bitch when you get a dick in you, El."
"Kill yourself."
"I don't remember any of it," I said trying to bring back any memory of it that I could. Mitchell came over to me and untied my robe and kissed my neck, "Maybe we can jog your memory."
Brandon gently pulled the robe off me and started caressing my firm ass.
"I gotta go," Elliot said starting to leave.
"Hey, no, don't leave, I'm gonna fuck that tight little ass, again."
I started kissing Brandon while Mitchell coaxed Elliot into getting on his knees. Elliot slowly wrapped his lips around Mitch's hardening member.
"That's right, El, suck my big dick."
"We don't have to have sex again if you aren't feeling it," Brandon said.
"I want to." I grabbed his manhood and started jerking it before getting on my knees and going to town on the thick, meaty pole. Brandon's eyes rolled back back as his faced the ceiling and moaned loudly. I reached up and rubbed my hands all up and down his perfect abs. I noticed that Elliot and Mitch had moved to the bed and Elliot was laying on his stomach ,with his ass high in the air, while Mitchell inserted his fingers in Elliot's red, puckered hole.
I pulled off Brandon's pole and my saliva dripped down my chin and mixed with his pre-cum, that dripped onto my lap.
"That is so fucking hot." He grabbed me by the face and pulled me into a hot, sloppy kiss. Our tongues battles while he grabbed both of our rods in one hand and rubbed them together, causing shivers to go down my spine. I glanced over to see that Mitchell was about to insert his cock into Elliot's loosened ass.
"Fuck me Mitch," Elliot moaned out as Mitchell entered. The sound of Mitchell's ball sack slapping against Elliot's taught mounds filled the room. I backed Brandon up into a chair and mounted his hard dick before impaling myself. I rode him and we made out while Mitch pounded Elliot.
I turned around and, with my back to Brandon I said, "Mitch, gimme a piece of that ass." Mitch pulled out and walked Elliot over to me. Elliot backed onto my schlong and took Mitch in his mouth.
Before long Mitchell had his hands on his knees while Elliot lapped hungrily at his tight hole. I was fucking Elliot while riding Brandon's dick. I felt Brandon explode inside me and that sent me over the edge and I came in Elliot. I pulled out and went into the shower while Elliot and Mitchell finished each other. I showered quickly and threw on some clothes and went down to Lina.
"I called a taxi for you," Lina said with a smile.
"Thanks!"
"I figured you'd need a quick get away so they will be here soon."
"You are my best friend. I owe you!" I hugged Lina and went out into the cold. A few minutes later the little yellow taxi showed up and I had him take me to the little apartment. I plugged in my dead phone and started making something to eat.
When I had my food I went to check my phone and saw that there were three voice mails and a few texts from Cameron.
"Gunnar, please I'm sorry. I was out of control but I think we need a break. I think we were going to fast and I don't want to ruin our friendship-" I deleted the voice mail and the following two before I even heard them. It was way too far past ruining our friendship and I was livid that he even said that. At that point I was so clouded with anger that for all I cared I would never see Cameron again and I didn't care.
I grabbed my wallet and keys and I rushed out the door to go shopping. On my way out I bumped into someone. I started to fall but I felt a strong hand steady me, "Whoa buddy, you gotta be more careful."
"I mean, if you were watching where you were going," I said pulling free and picking up the stuff I dropped.
"Maybe if you hadn't come flying out of your client's apartment like a bat out of hell."
"Client?" I looked into a pair of beautiful and strange eyes. One was dark cerulean blue and the other was an enchanting amber color. The gorgeous colors hid behind thick, dark eyelashes.
"Yeah, I mean, escorts need money too."
"Escort?! How dare you?"
"You are walking out of that social recluse's apartment. I used my deductive reasoning."
"You are incredibly rude. And you should never jump to conclusions." I stormed off. I hurried to my car and took off.
Later I returned with a few bags from the store in the mall I had shopped at (you see, whenever I feel down I like to go shopping. Surrounding myself with luxurious new things make me feel calmed and less stressed. I'm a libra. It's fact.) and went up to my apartment. When I got to the top of the stares the guy from earlier was walking down the hall.
"Hey, so I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I want to make it up to you." He did this little half grin showing off a pair of perfect dimples and his pearly white teeth.
"As if." I started unlocking the apartment.
"I'm throwing a party down the hall in apartment 302. You should go."
"Why would I do that. I wouldn't find any clients at a party."
"C'mon, I'm sorry I assumed you were an escort for the old guy who used to work here. My college buddies are coming down and you should come and I can mix you a few drinks to make up for the incident this afternoon."
"I'll think about showing up."
"I'm Ezra, by the way."
"I'm Gunnar." I walked in and shut the door. I rolled my eyes and put my new clothes away. I could hear my cell phone ringing and I picked it up and looked to see who was calling. Cameron. I answered, "What?"
"Don't say it like that," he sounded really put off.
"What do you want? I got your messages. You're right, we need a break."
"Well I mean-"
"No. We need a break. Lets just not talk to each other for a month. I'm sure that will fix all of our problems. Don't you agree? Or maybe we could just not ever talk again and pretend the other doesn't exist. Maybe we could talk about how I'm a whore and you are a saint who saved me from my sinful ways. Maybe we should discuss how I slept with the whole football team and how all you did was cheat on your girlfriend to be with me. Except you didn't really want to call us boyfriends. You wanted to go slow and then neglected to tell me that you wanted us to monogamous. Sorry that i lost my clairvoyant abilities when I was seven and I was unable to predict that this would hurt you. Or the fact that I was unable to read your mind.
"Cameron, you're right. We need a break. You need to find a guy who is perfect for you. Or a girl or whatever it is that you are into these days. You need to find someone who wont continuously hurt you because its not me. I have horrible commitment issues, I have daddy issues, I have mommy issues. I'm scared for myself because everything I've ever loved has left me. So go. Leave me because I'm never going to be enough. I'll just keep breaking your heart," my voice cracked and I began crying, "I can't even tell you the `L' word because I don't want to risk losing interest in you after I do."
"Gunnar... Is that really what you want?"
"It wouldn't matter because it's what's best."
"I don't want to give up on us. I love you and I'm willing to wait till you can say it back! I made a mistake, kissing Juliet last night but its not what it looked like. You don't know the whole story."
"Well after you found out what happened last night when you left me," I could hear the venom in my voice now, "you'd leave me anyway."
"What happened?"
"I became exactly what you accused me of."
"You went out and slept with someone?"
"Three someones." there was a silence on his side.
"I don't care."
"I do. We are over Cam. Bye." I hung up the phone. He tried to call back but I ignored it.
***** Elsewhere*****
The teen-aged boy sat in his dark room staring at the picture of Gunnar Collins on his computer screen. He could feel the hate rising in his stomach. He picked up the dangerously sharp hunting knife next to him and glared at the beautiful creamy skin and pretty eyes.
"I'm going to kill you, Gunnar. I'm going to kill you." The guy stood up and tucked the knife into his pocket. He grabbed his coat and went into the living room. He sat down next to his mother and father.
"Mom, Dad, I'm going to kill the boy who is responsible for this whole mess." The older couple stared ahead at the television screen, "if it weren't for him, none of this would have happened." He began to laugh. Quiet and dark at first and then uncontrolled and violently.
"Oh don't be so stiff," the boy said to his father, laughing at the pun he'd just made, "you guys smell really bad." The young man got off the couch and walked across the room. He began dumping gasoline on everything.
"You guys felt really cold. I figured a little fire would warm you right up," He said sadistically before lighting a match and dropping it onto his mother's corpse. "I really wish you had have just accepted me, Dad. Then I wouldn't have had to kill you. I wanted to come out to you guys ever since I saw Gunnar. But when you caught me jerking off with him on that webcam sight, you tried to kick me out. Well you can't kick me out, Daddy. Just like you couldn't stop me from fucking your uptight, homophobic asshole. Just like you couldn't stop me from murdering you and my stupid bitch mom." he turned to his mothers burning body, "You should have made him stop abusing me a long time ago you fool. You shouldn't have tried to call the police when I stabbed him though, that was your fatal mistake." He turned and walked out of the living room and stepped over the body of the guy he had found that looked a lot like him as the rest of the house caught fire. The stench of fire and decaying bodies filled his nostrils as he got to the front door.
The boy got into his car and set off toward Gunnar's hometown. He had planned out everything. He was ready to murder the boy who had ruined his entire future.
"Good thing he never saw my face. He will have no clue I'm coming. He will be so confused. I can't wait to see the fear in his eyes while I rape him. I can't wait to see the light fade from his eyes when I slit his pretty little throat."
***** Gunnar's POV*****
"I mean, its not like I looked slutty, or disoriented or unclothed," I said to Caroline.
"Well you are really pretty and you came rushing out of some old guys place."
"I could have been his grandson."
"You're right, Ezra is a stupid."
"I kinda want to go to his party but I also wanna be like, eff off!"
"I could go with you. Besides, I look super adorable today and I want to show myself off."
"Touche. You are totally right, we should go." I went to my bedroom and rummaged through my closet. "What should I wear?"
"How about that sweater and your cute red pants."
"And these black combat boots?"
"Perf." I dressed and then went to the bathroom to fix my hair.
"This is so exciting."
"Do you think I'm desperate? Or a whore?"
"Whoa, where did that come from?"
"Its just that... Forget it," part of me was angry with Cameron for making me feel like such a bad person, part of me was angry with myself for letting Cameron think I'm a bad person. I was so ready to get drunk again. By now I felt so broken. My mother kicked me out, my boyfriend hated me... I was losing myself. And I didn't even care at that point. My heart was broken beyond repair but I wasn't about to let anyone see that. Not God, not Santa, not even my best friend in the entire world.
"I'm ready."
I walked toward the door and opened it and there was Ezra with a hand raised in a fist.
"Oh, I was about to come see if you were going to go to my party."
"Well I figure, I have nothing better to do so I might as well check out this lame party down the hall," I winked and walked past him.
"Is he always this sassy?" he asked Lina.
"Hunny. Just wait, this isn't even half of it."
=^-^= Author's Note =^-^=
Okay guys, so I don't know where I got the inspiration to get dark but thats where I've decided this story will go. It needed more than just basic Drama. I hope you still enjoy it. I will try to keep it interesting. I always love feedback so send me your thoughts, tell me what you want to see happen, give me some ideas, help me create a new character. Love you all and thank you so very much for investing time in my story. Special thanks to my amazing editor and new friend, Shane Amirault