Hey. This is my first attempt at writing a story here on nifty, but I would love to get feedback-both positive and negative-so I know how I'm doing. Email me at menzoberranzen_of_the_drow@yahoo.com (yeah I love fantasy). This story will be at least several chapters long though it will not have a whole lot of sex in it (sorry about the total lack in this chapter)
The standard disclaimers apply: If you are below 18 (or 21 in some areas) or for some other legal/religious/moral/other reason cannot or do not want to read a story involving sex (it'll come I promise) between underage males then DO NOT CONTINUE.
The following story is completely fictional and any resemblances to persons either living or dead is purely coincidental-don't think I have been following you!
This is MY story, copyrighted to me. If you are so thrilled that you want to post it elsewhere-just ask!
My name is Kai Miller and I had the perfect life. And I do mean perfect. I was 14 years old; my parents owned a small private investigator firm and were very...comfortable, owing a beautiful house on the beach in southern California. I had two amazing friends who were always there for me-Alex and Lily-and I had the closest relationship any gay guy could wish for with my wonderful mom. Yes, I am gay. I was only "out" to my parents and my friends, but there were other gay guys at my school who didn't get picked on at all so I wasn't too worried about it, I just didn't think it was anyone's damn business.
At 14 I was only 5'2, but I loved my body and did everything I could to make it "cute", not "hot", but "cute."
I had short blond hair that I just left alone and un-gelled, to increase my boyish look, and deep brown eyes framed by long eyelashes that got me anything I wanted from my parents (well being the only child in a rich family did help as well). At first glance I seemed to be anorexic, but that was far from the case. Yes, I was only 90 pounds and my stomach was incredibly slim, however it was not scrawny, in fact it was slightly muscled from an almost daily run along the beach, as was my upper chest. My hips and ass were my favorite parts of me. Having naturally wide hips at the same time as being that slim meant that jeans sat right on my hips, just high enough to cover my gorgeous bubble-butt and my 7-inch cock crowned by a small golden pubic bush; the only hair on my body except for my head. My arms and legs were like the rest of me, really thin but slightly muscled and not scrawny. I was also very tanned (a byproduct of living beside a private beach) and I loved to wear clothes that showed off my body - usually loose jeans that emphasized my hips and a small t-shirt that showed by stomach if I lifted up my arms.
I was great in school and above-average in sports, I drank and partied, but never too much, adults loved me and I had been dating a bombshell of a girl that I really did like, just not sexually. I had two twin salukis that were show-dog quality and who accompanied me every time that I went running, and were in fact my pride and joy.
Like I said, I had the perfect life. But that life was about to come crashing down around my head.
It was a normal July day, school had just gotten out and I was crawling out of bed at 10:00, wearing white slippers and a white robe, both in faux fur (ok, I am so gay!!).
"Hey honey," my mom called out as I entered the kitchen, "do you want to come help me pick out a new couch in a few minutes"
"You bet!" I replied, rubbing my eyes
"Great, be ready in 20 minutes" she called down the hallway.
I ate breakfast and had just gotten dressed when the phone rang, it was Lily:
"Hey Kai" she said, vivacious as always.
"Hey" I answered, still not fully awake.
"You wanna do something today, I'm bored?" she asked with the small pout in her voice that made guys give her whatever she wanted.
"No, sorry. I am going couch shopping with my mom"
"Faggot!" she laughed.
"Basket-case" I teased back "Anyway, I gotta hurry, bye"
"Bye"
After I hung up I headed towards the bathroom when I heard a scream from downstairs. I ran as fast as I could and what I saw, I will never forget until the end of my days.
"NOOOOOOOOOO," I screamed. The bodies of my mother and father were lying in a big pool of blood in front of a ragged looking man holding a gun with a silencer attached in his gloved hands.
He saw me come running down the stairs and a lecherous grin came on to his filthy face,
"A faggot, are we? I know how to treat dirty fags like you..."
I ran but I knew I had no chance. He trapped me in my bedroom and forced me onto the bed. I cried and I screamed but he said nothing, not one word during the entire vicious, brutal rape that left me broken and bleeding but blessedly unconscious. All I noticed, despite the pain, were his eyes. I will never forget the mercilessness and cruelty that promised pain to all who stood in his way.
Matt Coleman was walking past the big mansion that belong to one of the guys in his class- Kai, he thought the boy's name was,-when he heard a woman scream in terror. He quickly hid in the bushes across the street and soon he could here a boy begging and screaming for him to stop. When Matt couldn't take it anymore he called the cops and told them what was going on. When the man left the house the cops still hadn't arrived so he ran over to the house. He entered warily, expecting some sort of trouble, probably domestic violence but he was totally unprepared for the horror scene splayed across the marble tiling. He blacked out and didn't wake up until the next morning.
That's the end of chapter 1. It is a bit revised, but I assure you that this story is NOT going to be a violent one in the future-it will be troubling for Kai but ultimately it will be a story of love. I hope you enjoyed it, the next one will be longer but I couldn't start the next bit now. Please send any feed back- I really want to hear it (even a few words)- to menzoberranzen_of_the_drow@yahoo.com