Thanks to everyone for the feedback provided! I just had a couple items I wanted to cover before getting to the story. When I started this part of the story, all the responses asked for a continuation so I decided to complete it. I didn't see the last two comments until the majority of it was finished. I want to apologize to the those readers. I was never my intention to disgust or upset anyone. I want to assure everyone that I'm not a sadist or masochist and I certainly don't support or enjoy causing pain in others. I realize now that I should have given a warning to the violence in the story. I assure you that it is the key element to the story and character progression and without it, there would be no story to share. I only ask that you give it another chance for the main part. The first submission was actually the first half of a prologue so this is a completion of it (from Brett's POV, so there is violence again) before the main story. I hope you all enjoy! Again, feedback would be greatly appreciated in addition to giving a score so I can get an idea of whether I'm improving or becoming worse. :-X Thanks!
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"What the FUCK am I doing here?" I thought once again. I was starting to sound like a broken record, but I guess it was expected, considering this was the biggest social event of the year: Senior Prom. It stood for everything I loved. People putting in their best attempts to look good in hopes to feel good about themselves and to share a final experience with those they had grown up with before graduation. A perfect example of a social tango that I normally would be ecstatic to spectate. In reality though, it could all be described in one word: connection. Everyone, doing everything in their power to share a deep sense of belonging and joy with their date. My desire to have that grew so intense at times it was almost nauseating. I couldn't stand to sit here wallowing in self pity because the person I wanted to share this night with would never be caught at a place like this...
I should probably apologize for the run-on and make a proper introduction. I tend to get on a train of thought initially as a passenger, but get so wrapped up, I miss my departure by 5 or 6 exits before I notice. Only at that point it's too late. Everyone is already questioning if I'm a hobo hitching a train ride... OK that was the last random thought, I swear.
My name's Brett. I have a heritage from so many different origins that you wouldn't be able distinguish a single one from my features. I considered myself OK in the looks department with my fair skin, dirty blonde hair and, blue-gray eyes. I wasn't much to look at with those features alone, but with my tall (6'4") and bulked (190 lbs) muscular form, I tended to stand out amongst a large crowd. I'm a senior, as I previously stated, and became a legal adult earlier in the year.
So there I was: sitting at a chair, at an empty table, watching the play unfold, unnoticed, berating myself for giving in to attending this social affair, only to be reminded of how alone I truly was. I wasn't sure why I allowed myself to be badgered in to attending. I guess I was just so fed up with being nagged by my jock team mates and some of the snobby cheerleaders. Don't get the wrong idea, they weren't terrible, it was just... they were the type of people you could only deal with in small doses. It didn't help knowing that if they truly knew me, they'd treat me like the spawn of Hitler and Justin Berber. At the moment though, I was seriously considering on ditching the group for the last few weeks leading up to graduation. After all, they ditched me the moment we walked in to the room.
As I continued to scan the room for anyone that was alone and could enjoy talking to in an attempt to speed up the time, my eyes settled on a familiar head. As I stared at the back of the head, which was covered in flawlessly thick, dark brown (almost black) hair in that all to familiar, carelessly ruffled style, it turned. My suspicions as to who the head belonged to were confirmed once I saw one of those beautiful brown eyes that seemed to call out to my soul and nearly pull it from my body. At the moment, I was fairly certain that my heart had stopped beating and I was pale white. I still couldn't accept how easily I could be manipulated by this person's gaze. While I was well aware of the typical naivety for a person my age, I believed that there was no other explanation to this connection and draw I felt aside from love. Before I even began to formulate a thought after recovering from this drug-like trance, I realized my feet were carrying me towards the source of my yearning.
"What the fuck are you doing??", I asked in a voice that was much deeper than my typical one. The difference managed to knock me out of my trance. I watched as the object of my desire jumped and immediately tensed. It seemed like that was always the initial reaction any time someone took notice. It tugged my heart each time as I wondered what could cause the this habit to development and made want to erase the source of it; followed by embracing and reassuring that everything was alright and I'd always be there for protection. The head slowly turned and looked up at me with a look of preemptive fear, which melted in to relaxation as ours eyes met. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I finally got a full look at the person who had claimed my heart: Luch.
I knew I was gay from the moment I first saw Luch when he started at our school in 7th grade. I privately christened him with that nickname when he was forced to introduce himself to the class, automatically making him a target to prey on and bully. I think it was my way of marking him and creating a special bond between us that only I could sense. I felt terrible for the shy, small boy standing at the front, looking down so that his thick, dark hair covered those gorgeous eyes as he mumbled his introduction. I had always been extremely horny, even more so than the average teenage boy. But as I took in the combination of his body and mannerisms, I felt a surge of lust that was overwhelming and new. It took every once of control I had not to fling my desk aside and throw him over the teacher's desk, marking him as mine in front of everyone.
Luch was my gateway in to my phase of sexual discovery. That very night when I got home, I immediately ran to my computer and searched for all the gay porn I could find until my dick was raw from all the rubbing. I felt elated until my step dad walked in and saw what I had on my screen. I don't think I had been as terrified as I was at that point. That was one event I never wanted to reenact again. I still cringe every time the memory of it bubbles up in my mind. After that night, I was terrified of anyone ever finding out my secret. I made a decision to remain in the closest until after graduation at least, when the consequences would be minimized, and that Luch would be the first person I would tell.
So there I was, standing and waiting for a response from Luch as he looked up at me with an unneasines that I wanted to calm. Even he'd been standing, he'd still have to look up to keep eye contact. It was one more thing to love about him because it fueled my sexual fantasies; imagining all the things we could do thanks to his smaller frame.
"You're the last person I expected to be here, Luch. I thought you hated these things!" I said, as I grinned with a confused stare. Judging by his reaction, I was sure that he still didn't get the nickname, despite how long I'd been using it.
"I do... I was nagged in to coming though." He quietly replied as he broke our eye contact. He always seemed to avoid looking at me for long. I could feel this barrier come up every time I tried to connect deeper with him. Tonight, I was determined to break that wall down and accept the role of his confidant. I suddenly realized what he had said and was hit with a wave of jealousy and despair. Was it possible that I didn't even have a chance with him, not only because he had a date, but he was actually straight?
"Where is she? Better yet, who made you come? It's kind of shitty to drag you out and then abandon you." I asked while attempting to mask my envy and fear.
"Cassie wasn't feeling well" He simply stated. "And I don't think they'd allow my mom to come."
Knowing his platonic relationship with Cassie, I relaxed as I felt relief wash over me. That only lasted for a brief though, once I saw him turn deep red from the statement he tacked on at the end. Holy shit, it shouldn't be possible to be that adorable! I couldn't help but crack up at his joke and immediate shyness.
" Yeah, that may been a bit awkward for everyone", I said as I continued chuckling.
There was a stretched time of silence as my laughter died off and I got lost in his eyes again. I got the notion that he was hoping for me to leave but I was determined to not be the coward that I was for just one night. Damn it, why couldn't I just say it!?
"What about you? There's no way you came solo, is there?" he asked.
My smile fell as I looked down and mumbled "Nah, the person I was planning to go with wasn't available." At least, not until now, I thought.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." he replied. He actually seemed to be sincere about it, too. That was another quality that made me love him even more. He always seemed so concerned about others well being and never seemed to desire attention, gratitude, or favors in return.
