You know the drill if you aren't old enough to read this type of stories then leave. This story is fictional even though it is based some true events and people. Names have been changed as well.
True Love Achieved Through Revenge
"I hate winter," I murmured to myself as I walk down the street. It was one of those winter days, cold wind being a minus 100 and blowing hard as hell, and on to that, it was snowing like a bitch. Since my parents ousted me from my house since I came out, I had to get use to walking to the store in all different types of weather. Sure I could have drove there, but being only 18 and with no higher education it's kind of to afford $100 a month car insurance that goes up every 3 months, and afford an apartment's rent. Living in Michigan that has some of the most unpredictable weather doesn't help, so having a car was actually a bigger burden than it was worth. Now since I am a big guy, winter didn't affect me too much. I am 5' 8", weigh 250 but I hide to very well. I have short brown hair and hazel eyes, but I have been told that they are more beautiful than hazel. My best asset I have to say is my ass. Being a versatile bottom does help to so. . . that's good. My name is Xavier btw. Anywho, the reason I had to go to the store in this horrible was so stupid. I was the idiot and didn't heed any of the experts warnings that the worst storm to hit West Michigan was coming in the following week, so I didn't bother to stock up on provisions or other necessities. So here I am, the genius boy from high school, the only one in the streets getting food. When I finally got back to my apartment I wasn't surprised that I had no messages, but I did however lose some of food to my starving dog. She had a huge advantage over me, charging at me when I got into the door knocking me down searching for food, since I ran out of dog food the day before and hadn't got any for her yet. "GOD DAMN YOU DOG!" Just what I needed, to lose some of my food for a week or two to a mastiff. "You just couldn't wait for me to open your food. NOOO. . . you just had to eat some of mine. I swear I don't know why I ever stole you from mom and dad, but it's pretty obvious that they don't care. Now I have to go out AGAIN!" Did I mention I hate winter? The weather isn't the other reason. Oh, no! The holidays are another. Being alone and single, it really hurts, especially considering that right around Christmas is my birthday, and near that day I had my first experience with a guy, but not any guy, the guy I want to be with for the rest of my life. I can still remember when I first met him. I was only 16 and he was 31. Yes I know he is much older than me, but men are like fine wines, they only get better with age. Plus him being a firefighter didn't hurt either, and me being a sucker for uniformed men didn't help much either. He stopped by my house, looking at the puppies that my dog had, thinking about getting them. Now Kevin is hot, I mean HOOOT! He has the perfect build, not to bulky and not too slim, just a nice perfect body. With a beautiful treasure trail that I always dreamed of what wonderful mysteries were at its end. He always wears his hair in that typical firefighter/police/military crew-cut style hair cut. And also being a brunette with blue eyes that just made me melt in my place. He didn't get one of the puppies and I remember being scared that I wouldn't see him again, but that quickly changed when I found out that he comes into my work often, so through the years I got to know him, and his social habits, and despite all the signs pointing to that he was almost completely straight, I still fell in love with him. That's when things got heated up. I finally got enough courage to ask him the summer before my senior year, which to this day I wish I had sooner. It was a warm day, and I was nervous as fuck. He pulled up at my work in his typical arrogant attitude that he was top dog, which made me all the more nervous. He came in wearing tight jeans and a wife beater, getting ready to go home after work. "Um. . . Kevin once you get a chance can I talk to you?"
"Sure no problem," he said it that sexy tone of voice that one could get use to having growled in their ear as they get plowed. Once my co-worker got done with her break, I walked outside, and had him following me. "So. . . what do you want to talk about?'
"Well Kevin I have to admit something to you. Ever since I first saw you at my house, I have been heads-over-heels for you, hell that is an understatement I am obsessed with you Kevin! To put it short, I am in love with you and I want to be with you." Cringing my eyes and waiting for a fist to impale my face, I waited in agony for his response. Several minutes passed by, before he finally spoke.
"Well. . . I don't know what you want me to say. I admire your courage and everything for telling me this but I like woman. I like them 100% and don't want to be involved with another guy in that way." Dumbfounded I just stood there, too shock, surprised, and hurt to say anything, but all those feelings quickly turned to anger as he just went into his truck and left. WHAT THE FUCK! I think to myself. I mean, I have just spilled my heart and soul on to him, and all he can do is just say basically 'I am straight and too bad for you.' NO 'I'm sorry.' Or 'I'm sorry that I mislead you,' or 'There was just some miscommunication between us.' No. Nothing. He just got up and into his truck and left me standing there like and idiot. From that moment I knew I had to get back at him for what he did to me.
To Be Continued...
I know this story is short, but it was a spur of the moment story. If you like it e-mail me at blackmagicwar@aol.com and if enough people like this installement I will continue it. Thanks for reading!