A Note:
Thank you for all the comments on the first chapter. After a little thinking I decided to expand a bit on the story and re submit it, the core of the tale stays the same just the events building up to and the climax itself was expanded upon.
Regards
Arden.
Disclaimer:
This story contains senses with forced sex and minor assault. Most of the events in this story are based on a true tale, however a human tends to forget and thus I added A little fiction to this story. This is a re submission of 'cross roads ch1'.
All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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Thinking back on the events that passed I could not fathom how I could have become this lucky. First, I think that I should give you a little background on the events that transpired.
My name is Arden; I am 5.6 feet tall and weigh 75 kg. I am 20 years of age and about to turn 21 in a few months, I have short, dark brown hair (the reason why I keep it short is because I have very curly hair). My eyes are a dark brown -- some even think black.
Well, my father and I do not have the best relationship -- wait that is not correct -- we have no relationship. It was December and it was very warm like the African sun tends to be. I had not yet come out to anybody about being gay except for a few very close friends. I live with my father, mother and two brothers (one older the other younger) on a farm just outside of the city.
My brother had his best friend Max staying with us for the vacation before I would start work the coming January. Unknown to everybody Max and I were together, we had hooked up about a year back and I truly loved him.
Max was short for Maxwell. He had jet-black hair that he kept in a spiked style. He was tall about a head taller than I was and sculpted like a Greek god. His body hair consisted of the patches under his arms the line that run along the length of his 6-pack, that reached his waist. I loved his pale blue eyes and perfect lips that went with his natural dark tan.
About two weeks in to the summer, everybody had stuff to do in town so I said I would like to stay as always I got my wish. Max said that he had to get all of his belongings together so that he can leave in a few days time. Without any protest, Max stayed with me to pack his things.
I was sitting in the living room when I felt the strong arms of Max tighten around me, I turned around and was greeted by a kiss of so much passion that that my heart skipped a beat. We were lying on my bed making out with some music on that I had not noticed my parents return.
Within a few moments, my whole world changed. I looked up and saw my red faced father standing in the doorway. All he said was that I had to leave before they came back again and that I was no longer his son. He slammed the door on his way out I heard his car drive away and started packing. I looked stunned at Max and he told me I'm moving in with him.
Max drove us to his place in town, it was a small two bedroom duplex near where I was about to start work. We did not have much be we had what we needed. A fridge with a freezer, a comfortable queen size double bed that Max owned. A small TV and home gym that Max also owned.
I started work in January and things were going good I received a promotion to store room controller. That night Max and I went to celebrate that evening, he planned a whole romantic picnic under the stars, there were candles everywhere champagne on ice and the food was perfect.
A few weeks after I received my promotion I noticed a change in Max. He became more aggressive and had an unnatural sex drive wanting to make love to maybe 3 times an evening.
After a few days I saw the little holes in Max's arms, was he in to drugs?
I had confronted him about it he said he did not do drugs and he was using a cycle of steroids again so he could have better muscles so that I liked him more. This made me sad I already loved him the way he was and now he wanted to change.
After that Max got home late, he was usually drunk and showed me little if any respect at all.
One night, Max had a friend over. He was introduced as Alex. He had blonde hair that hung just over his ears with average green eyes and a well-muscled body. As always I cooked I made a chicken pasta bake that I served with salad, and for a while max was back to his old self. He changed in a blink of an eye. He was ordering me around as if some maid get beer get chips get beer and beer and beer.
The then ordered some coffee, I smelled the milk and it was off. With that, I decided to go to the store and get some milk. The store was a few blocks away but still in walking distance. I took money out of the jar on the counter and walked over to the living room, told them I was going for milk and left.
When I got home, there was a note on the fridge that read: "Went for a drink, don't wait up. I'll be home late." With that, I cleaned the dishes, took a long, warm shower, and went to bed.
The bed was cold and I struggled to sleep. I was asleep for --I cannot recall how many hours- but it was early in the morning. A very drunk Max and Alex waked me. He was his charming new self with me. He grabbed my head and kissed me, after I turned my head away. He repeated the same this time keeping my head in place; I did not kiss him back.
