This story portrays acts of violence and sexuality that may only be appropriate for adults age 18 or 21 depending upon where you live.
"YAHOO!" Robert yelled aloud, "It's fucking pride week! Who gives a fuck about who we love! It's our time now, hetero's!"
Robert was a bit too drunk and high on being gay during Pride, and was very into showing off his gayness. But we gave him leave because he had JUST come out and was a freshman, so he was entitled to his fun. I mean, after all, ALL us gay boys went through this coming out stage when we finally said FUCK YOU to society and stood proud and strong about being gay.
I shook my head and laughed as I remembered the fun and excitement when I finally let go and let live my sophomore year. We only get to come out once, and college is the best time to do it. I mean, there are no parents or stupid high school friends there to dampen your spirits; only a bunch of other hot guys just coming out and looking to fuck! College is the shit!
Robert threw off his shirt and began to grind on some guy in the crowd, who was more than willing to be his fuck buddy for the night.
I winced, slightly, as I had an idea how this night would end for him ... Sticky and broken hearted ... But as long as he was willing to enter this world, he might as well learn some of the rules via the school of hard knocks.
Rule 1: The hot guy who is amazing and the coolest guy EVER is the guy who never calls you back tomorrow.
Rule 2: The phone number you get from a hot guy after sex ends up calling some random grandma in Nebraska.
Rule 3: NEVER believe a guy who says, "it's my first time. We don't have to use a condom."
Don't be stupid enough to believe those lies, and you can hook up and have fun with anyone.
Still, I had to keep Robert in my sight; I feel somewhat responsible for his well being since I brought him to this party.
"OH MY GOD!" Robert yells to me, "I didn't know being out could be so much fun!" He yells in my ear as he stumbles over next to me.
"I have like THREE guys who want to let me fuck them!" Robert informs me, as he sways drunkenly, "And they're all WAY HOT! Who do I choose?"
"I think you should leave," I reply, "You are way too fucked up to even get it up, let alone fuck anyone."
"NO I'm HORNY!" Robert mutters.
"Yeah, and too drunk to do anything about it. Your right hand will help you out enough tonight."
"Ok," Robert blurts out, "But I want to thank you."
"Why?" I laugh.
"Because you helped me be honest," Robert slurs, "You let me be ME! And I've never been able to do that!"
"Yeah, I know and thanks, but right now, you just need to stay here and wait for me to come back with the car so I can take you home. You cool to do that?"
"Yeah, of ... Of course ..." Robert slurs, "I'll be here."
Having propped Robert up, I walk back to the parking lot to find my car
It takes a second, not that I'm drunk ... I will never drive drunk ... I lost my best friend as a kid to a drunk driver ... But because my car wasn't where I left it.
"The fuck?" I mutter.
"Looking for your 'gay-mobile'?" someone mocks.
I turn around to see a group of 5 guys from my frat surrounding me.
"Ha ha," I laugh mockingly, "Where is my car, bros? I gotta take a drunk kid home."
"Yeah, so you can rape him?" sneers one of the guys.
"Ummmm ... NO so I can get him home safely."
"Whatever, FAGGOT!" yells one guy, "We are onto you!"
"Yeah, we know what you DO to freshmen!" yells another.
"Look, " I respond nervously, "I don't know WHAT you're talking about, but just leave me alone!"
"SURE we will!" replies the jock of the group, "Just as soon as we know we're safe from the likes of a faggot like you!"
"ME?" I yell, " What have I done?"
"You exist!" he replies, before pulling out a bat and rushing at me.
When the first blow lands, I don't even feel it. Neither do I feel the second one.
I'm both numb and in shock. I'm dying at the hands of the people I thought I could trust.
As the world fades and grows dark, I have one last moment of clarity ... PLEASE LET ROBERT GET HOME SAFE!
With that last thought, I slip away beneath the soothing cloak that Death sweeps over me.
That's it for part one ... Yeah I know it's fucked up, but trust me it gets better as it goes on! Picture this as a gay horror story ... And if you have seen SCREAM or I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER you will get it's gonna be fun ... In a fucked up sense. Still, I welcome feedback at ender2155@gmail.com. Hit me back!
-Adam