Hey guys!!
Ryan is back and he's better than ever!! Been a long time away from writing but I'm back baby...giving you lot the stories you deserve.
This particular one is very close to my heart. A friend of mine lost a friend to suicide recently, he killed himself because he was gay. No one suspected anything. And of course everyone blamed themselves afterwards for not seeing the "signs".
But are there always signs? The happiest person in the world could have suicidal thoughts. This story will have sex scenes (why else read it LOOOL) but it will also have a serious tone. Not just fucking and eating cum...horny as that is hahahaha
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did in writing it.
Peace and love, Ryan
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SOUL CHAPTER ONE
FRIDAY 15:23
"Hey Bronco, catch!"
Patrick watched as his perfectly time pass towards the overlapping quarterback was received, clutched and set to score some points as Bronco launched towards the touch line. He was racing, there was no chance for any members of the opposing team would catch him. The crowd of Prestige High roared with celebration as Bronco touched down, winning the game for Prestige. Patrick waited as his fellow team mates surrounded Bronco in congratulations. Him doing a victory pose laughing and screaming in excitement as the rest of the team carried him on their shoulders. Tonight was gonna be a good celebration for sure.
23:46
"Dude you ripped them apart!! You'll have no reason not to get some pussy tonight, man, I mean like literally EVERY girl would wanna get in your pants tonight," Patrick said as he fist bumped Bronco before taking a cup of cider from the punch bowl.
"Can't wait. All I saw as I raced down that field was Barbie's tits. Hanging there so sweet and waiting to be drained. Fuck yeah, this is the life", Bronco smiled as he layed down on his back without really seeing anything in particular.
"Dude did you smoke weed or anything today? You look stoned" Patrick felt a sense of worry come over him as his best friend was seemingly too out of it to realise even where he was.
"I'm cool, Pat. You ain't needing to worry about me no more. I got the game today and later I'll get Barbie and fuck that bubble ass. So yeah man...like I said...ain't no worrying about me. You go and enjoy yourself."
Surprised and maybe a little curious, Patrick turned around as soon as he felt an arm on his shoulder. It was Veronique, his girlfriend of 3 years. Having lost his virginity to the same girl at age 13, the two of them were serious, and unlike some of the scum he went to school with, he had never cheated on Veronique. And being so in love with her, he had no reason to think she would ever betrayed him. Nah...they were rock solid...as was her tits hahahahaha.
03:21
The party really got going at around 02:00. Teen bodies were dancing and flooded absolutely everywhere, the music was rocking non stop, just like they wanted it. Patrick was naked. He looked around him. He was in his room...Ahhh now it came back...he fucked Veronique and came inside her pussy. The used condom wrapper proved that. He reached down and tugged at his 7 inch sixteen year old teenage dick. Life was sweet. He had his girl, he had his friends...who the fuck cared about anything else? He smiled.
03:30
A sudden movement at the door startled him. The door was quickly shut and he could clearly hear someone running away. Fucking drunk idiots. He loved his teammates but wow...some of them couldn't handle a drink for shit. Whoever it was probably was spying on him and Veronique doing it. Whoever it was...he was glad they enjoyed the show. His dick was pulsing at the thought of fucking her while someone was watching. However the alcohol inside his body had other ideas as the lanky sixteen year old was soon out like a light.
"Patrick...Patrick!"
Someone was shouting his name and shoving hiim to wake up...what the fuck? Finally his brain clicked who it was.
"Bronco...dude what's going on man, can't you see I'm sleeping?"
"Dude...get up, get your ass dressed and come with me. I ain't gonna let you be humiliated like this."
"Seriously Bronco just go away..."
"Okay you have like five seconds before I drag your ass out of here myself! Veronique is CHEATING ON YOU! With practically the whole team!"
Patrick's eyes blasted fire as they finally opened, wide awake now. He kept quiet, slowly turning towards Bronco.
"Yeah dude. Thought that might get your attention."
"Why are you saying this?" The whisper of an angry teenage boy.
"Have I ever fucking lied to you? You're my best friend!" Bronco's voice shook with anger. Patrick got up, grabbed Bronco by his shirt and got real close into his face.
"No you haven't. But if I get downstairs and Veronique is not doing shit..."
"Does it look like she's next to you?? Come the fuck with me! NOW!"
Patrick allowed Bronco to practically pull him out of the room by his arms, for one reason, and one reason only. Bronco has been his best friend since they were 3, years old, when their mom's took them to a nearby park to play, not knowing their sons had just met each other's future best friend. He knew Bronco would never risk their friendship...and he certainly would never tell him Veronique was cheating on him...yet the love he felt for the girl...he refused to believe it. They reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Dude, I swear if you're lying, come on she'll never do this to..."
He felt Bronco's hand on his shoulder. He probably knew Patrick needed it, to ensure him that what he saw was real. Or maybe to stop Patrick from storming to THREE of their teammates who were currently engaged in a foursome...with Veronique. Patrick's fists started shaking. His chest started to heave up and down at an alarming rate. His heart raced with hurt, pain and betrayal.
"Don't do it, buddy. Don't do it. She's not worth it. Don't do it," it was all just words but it brought Patrick back to reality. He slowly turned around and walked back up to his room. Bronco didn't lie. He was telling the truth. It hurt. It hurt so much.
He allowed himself to be lead to his bed and gently pushed down. Everything so mechanical...no emotion whatsoever even in the blanket that Bronco threw over him.
"Everything will be okay. You hear me? Everything will be fine tomorrow. Get some sleep. I'll stay with you."
Patrick couldn't speak. The tears fell silently from his eyes. What did he do to deserve this? Why did Veronique DO this to him? One guy wasn't enough, she needed THREE?? His tiredness overwhelmed him and his eyes closed.
04:45
"...but now I realise you'll never feel like I do. You can never love me. That's why I'm...that's why I need to...you'll understand. Someday."
It was Bronco's voice he heard as he woke up. He was talking to someone on his phone. He could see the phone in Bronco's hand but suddenly everything that happened came flowing back like an never ending nightmare. He didn't wanna be awake. He wanted to sleep and forget EVERYTHING that happened. He heard the last bit of Bronco's conversation as darkness overcame him...
"I love you so much. You're my everything. I'm so sorry. This has to be done. I can't live like this anymore..."
07:15
Patrick stretched out his lanky form. His cock was on red alert and he now desperately needed some pussy. He sunk back against the cushions as he started to remember what exactly happened the previous night...Veronique cheating on him...FUUUUCK...
He turned on his side and looked for his phone. He found it, along with another, which looked like it was Bronco's. Fucker probably went home and forgot it here. He'll take it over later. Now he needed to go down, face his mom and thank her for not making a scene this morning when she must have gotten home from nightshift at the hospital and saw all the mess from the party.
Wow. Four missed calls from his mother. He started to worry. Did someone tell her what happened? The four some... Did someone go blabbing to her? Holy shit, he was dead.. Nervously he called his mom.
"WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE?"
"Mom calm down, I was sleeping what's wrong?"
"Baby boy...I don't wanna be the one telling you this..."
"Mom...you're really freaking me out now. Are you sick? Do you have like cancer?"
"No...baby boy...its Bronco."
Patrick stiffened.
"What about him?"
"Oh baby boy...Bronco...he's died, Honey."
08:00
He heard every word his mom said and still it did not make sense. Suicide. Bronco took almost 14 of his mom's prescription sleeping tablets and just...never woke up. He died peacefully in his sleep.
"WHYYYYYYY?????" He screamed while throwing his phone against his bedroom with shocking velocity. His best fucking friend in the whole world...what the fuck happened for Bronco to take his own life? Only yesterday he was laughing, joking around, my god, he scored the winning touchdown in the footy game not twenty-four hours ago...
He glanced to his left. Bronco's phone. He grabbed it and unlocked it. His password was "babes". They knew everything about each other. The minute he was inside, the phone opened on the last app that Bronco must have used.
The Voice Recorder.
There was a voice note recorded, only one. It was clearly named "Patrick". His heart started beating quicker. He still couldn't believe what was happening. This was so unreal. Bronco had killed himself and right here, the last thing he probably ever did on his phone, was to record a message that was specifically meant for him.
Patrick wiped a tear out of his eye and pressed play.
"You're gonna think I'm so selfish. Maybe I am. Maybe its the booze. Nah. My head is clear. As I'm looking at you, the most beautiful person on earth, I know I'm doing the right thing. Homosexuality is wrong. We were taught that. We made homo insults all the time. That's just it. I can't do this anymore. I'm like them, Pat. I'm a faggot. What's worse, I have been in love with you for years. I respected our friendship too much to say anything. It was like...if I couldn't have u like I really wanted...being your best friend was enough. I wasn't planning on leaving a message. But after what happened with Veronique I had to explain. I'm sorry for falling in love with you. For a while last night I was hoping something might...but now I realise you'll never feel the way I do. You can never love me. That's why I'm... That's why I need to...you'll understand. Some day. I love you so much. You're my everything. I'm so sorry. This has to be done. I can't live like this anymore."
The final part of the message turned Patrick's insides ice cold. Last night...he heard Bronco say those words. He wasn't speaking to someone on his phone, he was recording the message! And he was so out of it with what Veronique had done, he didn't realise...
Bronco had been in love with him. He was terribly unhappy. How did he not see this? Bronco was his best friend for fuck sake...but the sad thing is that Bronco made sense. He would have fucked him up if he told him he was in love with him.
Except now Bronco did tell him. And now there is no one left to fuck up.
THURSDAY
10:34
It was a beautiful funeral. Patrick felt like he didn't belong there. It was his fault Bronco had killed himself. Bronco didn't have the trust in Patrick to tell him he was gay. Why would he? Patrick sighed. Not for one second did he ever think that his homophobic comments was hurting someone, least of all Bronco, the ultimate jock and goofy American homeboy. They said gays chose their way of life. He knew now that was bullshit. It took his best friend killing himself over feeling things that was beyond his control for Patrick to realise that.
No matter what happened, Bronco would not have died in vain. He was too late to help his best friend, but he could still help someone else who needed it. He looked up to the sky, and a single tear slashed across his cheek.
"Why didn't you just tell me..." He whispered.
FRIDAY
14:01
School was out, a week had past since Bronco took his own life. As Patrick was leaving school he saw a couple of boys running towards the football field. Clearly he heard the shouts of "fight fight fight" thundering from the bleachers. He dropped his bag and ran towards it as quick as he could. He was Patrick Derham afterall, captain of the team, people stood back as they saw him coming. What he saw was like experiencing Bronco's death all over again.
His footy team mate Kyle stood over the new guy in school. He entered on Monday if Patrick remembered correctly and his name was Byron.
"Dude, this fucker was checking me out. Fucking faggot! Come on Pat, help me get him", Kyle spat out as he kicked Byron, eliciting another desperate groan from the boy on the ground.
"Listen up, you homo. Here we ain't faggot friendly. Here we ain't no hate. We'll send you and your sort to fucking hell, brother!" Kyle screamed as he prepared yet another kick to Kyle's ribs with the crowd cheering him on.
"LET HIM GO."
Kyle stopped and stared at his captain, not believing what was coming out of Patrick's mouth.
"What did you say?"
Patrick walked towards Kyle and stared him right in the eyes with a deathly serious glare.
"You heard me. If you wanna fuck Kyle up, get ready to fuck me up too.'
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This story is dedicated to every person who chose to read it. You're not alone. There is always love.
Ryan xx
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