the day my life ended

Okay sorry guys it has taken me so long to update. Truth is I became addicted to an online game called Conquer online and i spend all my time there lol. Also, im pretty much lost my train of thought for it so now I’m just typing whatever comes to mind no matter how weird and crazy it is. Lol. Plus I had to find a new editor who is now bambi4real. So thank you so much for editing this for me. ^_^ I think she did an excellent job, don’t you. So please leave me a review and tell me what you think.
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It was time to leave. Grandpa had been eager to leave. It wasn’t like I had much to do to get ready. I had a pair of dark blue Levi jeans, a red cotton button down. I accessorized with a pair of red and black Nikes all of which were relics from summer pasts. Needless to say, Grandpa wasn’t feeling me. He popped his head in with a roll of his eyes at my primping. Like he was one to talk. He obviously was pulling out all the stops with tan Puritan slacks, his Sunday best black patent leather steel toes, and an electric blue silk shirt. His neatly trimmed salt and pepper colored hair capped it off.

“It’s about damn time, you get out here!” He gruffed from the doorway. I just needed to bring my bangs to heel. As I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, I caught the fleeting look of disgust that accompanied his perusal of my ensemble. The truth was this was all I had left here, just jeans and t-shirts. Nothing fancy at all.

“Just…a minute. I’m just trying to make sure everything looks alright. We can’t all be effortless like you Casanova.” I murmured still fidgeting with a strand in the mirror. Let’s be real. My ass was stalling and we both knew it! I had a feeling things weren’t going to go as planned.

“Looking like you do, it shouldn’t be taking this damn long. You look like a chump, I can’t take you anywhere dressed like that. Come on, take a gander at my closet. It’s got to have something that fits.” He practically snarled, obviously put out by my fashion faux pas.

Together we trudged down the hall to his room. Grandpa was muttering and shaking his head the whole way. For my part, my mind racing with the possibility that I may not make it through tonight with even a smidgen of teenage pride left. The fear of the unknown gnawed at my insides.

Standing before the closet of doom set my stomach all a flutter. I’ll admit it. I’m part wuss part fairy and damn proud of it. There were mostly puke green salesman suits and putrid brown plaid golf pants. And if my eyes do not deceive me the old man even had a Saturday Night Feveresque white suit. Hell no, there’s chump and then there’s social suicide. Even as I turned my nose up at the closet’s meager offerings, I spotted a pair of black chinos obviously cowering in humiliation. I just knew those chinos were crying out for me. Now if only I could find a shirt that didn’t scream disco. I chuckled softly to myself. Hey a guy can always dream big. I settled for a forest green button down shirt.

“Come on let’s get this party rollin.” Grandpa groused practically shoving me out the front door.

“By the way, where are we going? You never said…”

“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you until we got in to the car but since you asked its called Magic City. We’re gonna have us a guys night out. Just you me and the honeys letting the good times roll, if you catch my drift.” Grandpa leered. I do believe the dirty old man just winked at me.

“Hehe, right. So, did you really hear everything Granny and I were talking about?” I asked tentatively trying not to make the awkward situation worse. After all going whoring with your Grandpa is as awkward as it gets.

That wiped the lecherous smile off his face, right quick.

“Yes.” He almost looked sad there for a moment.

“Then you heard me when I told her I had been with a girl?” I tried to catch his eye but he continued to evade my gaze.

“That I did.”

“Then why are we still going out? I mean I already had a good time. If you catch my meaning.” I said with a slight smirk.

“Don’t be a smart ass. What you had was just a young girl. What you need is a real woman one with real curves, a waist you can wrap your hands around, voluptuous breast begging to be suckled and a tight little----”

“Yeah, I’m ready now!” I choked out. Grandpa was getting a little carried away I had to put the breaks on his rant.

Without further ado we headed out the front door to the two car garage. Grandpa had a silver 2007 Nissan Altima. It was one of those models with all the modern amenities like power windows,doors,locks, and a CD player. The retards that designed the car had to go and fuck it up with the addition of a cassette player, as if people still use cassettes. The interior of the car is sweet though. The seats are comfortable in dark gray sprinkled with little specs of blue adding a dash of color.

“Look in the glove compartment. I got you a suprise.” Grandpa smiled as he fastened his seatbelt. I must admit I was pretty leery of his “surprise”.

As I reached in, I pulled out a small brown bag. Inside was an even smaller box. ‘He didn’t.’ I gasped. My face flushed red in embarrassment.

“A box of condoms!” He yelled like a six-year-old at Christmas time. He roared with laughter at my expression. “Yes you can never be too careful in this day and age. All these nasty bugs going around an all.” He looked over at me wiping the tears from his eyes. He sobered up real quick. He must have remembered that I wanted to get an STD test. With a concerned look on his face, he started the car, checked the mirrors, turned the head lights on, and opened the garage door and we were off.

“Listen Danny boy, don’t worry about it.” He blustered. Faltering in his attempt at comfort. I looked over at him with a somber expression; the light from on-coming traffic reflecting off the harsh planes of his face.“I’m sure you’re fine, ok?” I nodded and stared out the window. We both sat quietly through the rest of the ride, weighty thoughts holding us both captive. I didn’t feel like talking nor did I feel like going out. I love my Grandpa but that guy is looney at times. If he thinks that fucking some chick will do the trick, he’s even more oblivious than I thought. If anything, it’ll have me looking for some man meat. You know what they say, too much of a good thing….

After 45 minutes, the first sight of our destination is not a welcome one. There is this long ass line winding around the block. Magic City was written in bright red neon lights atop a Vegas worthy den of iniquity. I sucked in a fortifying breath as we crossed the street to join the throng of people jostling to enter. I was on my way to the back of the line when Grandpa grabbed my arm.

“You’ll never get in that way. Only losers stand in line and they never make it in. Just look at them, poor sods.” He snorted.

I just nodded and shrugged. I was seeing a new side of my Grandpa. I never imagined he was such a prick. I followed him to the front of the line near the entrance. A heavy-set bouncer dressed in the stereotypical black muscle shirt with the name of the club blazened across the front guarded the entrance. The idiot had on a pair of sunglasses. I mean come on who in their right mind wears sunglasses at night?

“I.D.” He rumbled barely moving his lips.

Grandpa’s eyes took on this shifty look at the question. He glanced back at me then at him.

“This young man here lost his ID,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Now, I’m sure we can come to an agreement,” he said flashing his teeth as his lips parted in to a smile.

Grandpa pulled out a $100 bill. My eyes shot wide open. Did he intend to bribe him? If so that’s so unlike him to do something like this. I am beginning to think that he may never accept me for who I really am.

The guy tipped his sunglasses to the tip of his nose, revealing a lazy eye. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me or grandpa. Now I understand why he had on sunglasses. His brown eyes were cold and dark. He didn’t reach out to take the money. He just stared at it. Grandpa pulled out another. Still there was no change in the man’s demeanor. Finally, Grandpa sighed and pulled out two more $100, making it a total of four. The man smiled, grabbed the money and stepped aside to allow us passage.

“Another thing you need to learn, is that money talks.” His lips curled into a self satisfied smile.

What a relief that was. I was honestly glad this wasn’t a wasted effort. I took a look to the right and to the left. Everyone had one thing in common. They all were wearing sunglasses! It’s night time and the club is dimly lit. Why the hell is everyone wearing sunglasses. Grandpa noted the expression on my face.

“Something wrong, sport?” He asked slipping an arm around my shoulders.

“No, its just that I don’t get why people are wearing sunglasses at night, in a club, and its kind of dim in here.”

He laughed before replying. “It isn’t about whether the sun is shining or if its dark outside. It’s about accessorizing. Some people use them to pull an outfit together.”

“I still think it’s stupid.”

He chuckled again. “It’s a part of fashion. Someone says it looks good and the whole world seems to want to follow. I was like that back in my day. Until I gained enough common sense to think for myself. You will need to learn to do that yourself.”

I just nodded in agreement. Taking a better look, I began to take note of the sights. To the top left was a platform where the Dj stood spinning records. To the far right was the VIP section which was heavily guarded with a velvet rope blocking the entrance leading to the steps. Straight ahead from where I stood was the dance floor. It looked like it could easily fit 500 people. Further past the dance floor was the lounge area. There were tan love seats here and there with delicate floral designed pillows. This area could fit the same as the dance floor. There was another area, a door way. A bouncer was also guarding it. Above the door there lived the letter X. I don’t even want to think about what goes on back there.

Grandpa led the way towards the VIP sections. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a little black card. I raised an eyebrow? It crossed my mind that he had a VIP card and it might be a good idea to coax him into getting me one. He offered the card the bouncer and he slid it in a little black box that lit a green color. The man then removed the ropes to let us pass. Grandpa looked back at me.

“That’s my VIP card,” his lips curled into a smile.

“Why do you have one of those? Do you come here often?”

He proceeded up the steps ignoring my questions. Just then a beautiful woman about 5’5” appeared in front of us. She had light brown eyes and platinum blonde hair styled into ringlets cascading down her back. She was scantily clad in a skin tight black mini skirt nearly covering her ass. She wore a strapless gold bikini top that showed more then what it should; even her nipples were showing. I could feel myself starting to grow hard.

“So nice to see you again, George. Would you like your regular spot?”

Grandpa smiled and gestured towards me. “I’m having a guys night out with my grandson; trying to teach him a thing or two while he’s still young. We will be needing your service.”

She smiled and a slight blush graced her face.

“I am honored that you chose me for this occasion.”

I could tell, by the way she spoke that she was educated. Maybe she came from a good high class home and went wrong somewhere down the line and started selling her body. She didn’t look more than 29. There was only one thing on my mind and that was jumping her bones.

“The private room X-2 will, do then?” she asked gently running her long nails along Grandpa’s arm.

“That will be fine.”

She led us to a small but cozy room with a queen size bed pushed off to the side. There was also a small table that could fit about four. I guess for a private show. I take it, I will be getting one tonight. Thinking about that private show made me blush and grow harder than I already was. My cock was straining against my pants. Damn, I hope we can sit soon; so that I can at least try to hide it. I was the first to sit at the table. She came and sat across from me.

“Well I’m gonna leave you two alone.” Grandpa said not coming in the room.

“You are?” I felt trapped. My panic levels began to rise again. I mean it wasn’t that I didn’t know something like this could happen but I just wasn’t ready yet to face reality. I felt my hard-on begin to soften.

“Danny, I’m sure you can take it from here. Have a few drinks and relax. Remember what I gave you earlier.” He said with a wink and a smile. I nodded numbly and then he left. Nervousness was beginning to take over. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I felt tongue tied and hot. A few minutes passed I just sat there staring at the table not saying a word. I couldn’t think of anything to say I mean this wasn’t exactly taught in social etiquette 101. I glanced up quickly and by the look in her eyes I was boring her. God this is so embarrassing. Just then grandpa entered the room.

“How are things going?”

“Well, he’s a bit nervous. He hasn’t said a word or looked at me since you left.” She drawled with a flip of her hair.

He laughed. “Why not have a drink; that should loosen him up.”

“Okay, I have just the thing for him.” She said quickly stood up and leaned over the table towards me flashing her ample breasts at me. “How about a Sex On The Beach?” she licked her glossy lips. I just blushed and grew semi-hard at the thought of what she could do with that tongue of hers. She headed out the room and grandpa sat next to me.

“Hey, no need to be nervous. Just relax and be your self and tear that ass up. That there is a real woman. That will take that gay shit right out of you. And that will be the end of that.” He patted my arm resting on the table. If this was suppose to be a pep talk it wasn’t helping.

Well there goes any semblance of an erection I had. Damn, why can’t he just let me be the way that I am. It’s not like I’m hurting anyone. I hunched over in my chair picking uselessly at the table. She came into the room carrying a pitcher of a pinkish-orange looking drink. Guess that’s the Sex On The Beach. Grandpa got out of his seat and left once more. She sat the pitcher on the table and filled two glass, handing one to me. I sat there looking at it. Wondering what events will take place as the night unfolds.

“Come on take a sip.” She smiled politely and sat beside me.

I nodded and took a sip. My mouth was filled with a tangy taste. I took another sip. This time a little more. This was good, real good. Before I knew it I had guzzled down the whole cup and began pouring myself another glass. She laughed at my eagerness to consume the alcohol.

“My, my aren’t we the young lush?”

I blushed and sat the cup down.

“Hey, don’t take that the wrong way!” she giggled lightly running her hands along my arm.

I took a small gulp and sat the cup down. She stared at me, smiling. She placed her hand on my leg and started to move it towards my crotch. I watched her work her way up for a moment in stunned silence.

“Oh, god!” I moaned jerking away from the table nearly flipping my chair. She looked at me like I was crazy. I could feel my face heat up and turn red. I felt so damn embarrassed. She was sitting there looking at me wide eyed. Like, what the hell just happened?

“I’m sorry, but isn’t that what George brought you here for?” She said resting both elbows on the table now. She leaned forward a bit pushing her breast to a position of prominence in our conversation. Like any red blooded male my eyes were riveted and my brain barely processed what she was saying.

“Yeah , but…” I mumbled.

“But what? You’re not gay are you?” she laughed. “Or is it your first time and you’re just nervous?”

“Well, I’m nervous, that’s all.” I didn’t know how to react when she hit the issue on the head and then laughed about it. At this point I couldn’t stand any more humiliation so I was willing to cope to anything but the truth.

“After a few more drinks, you won’t be nervous anymore. I can’t believe I’m trying to get a kid drunk to fuck him. How old are you anyway?” She pulled me closer to the table and refilled my glass.

“I’m 15.” I whispered not taking my eyes of the table.

“Most kids your age are already experts.”

“I’m not like most kids.” I was starting to get a little peeved at her jibes.

“Yeah, I can see that. Drink some more to relax.”

I drank four cups and before I knew it, I felt a little tipsy. Tipsy, I began rambling about dumb stuff tapping into my inner Socrates.

“What’s the deal with life savers?”

“I don’t know. What?” She wasn’t really looking my way just twirling a strand and tapping her fingers on the table.

“They call them life savers but they don’t save lives. I oughta sue them for false advertisement.” I said as if she cared, not that I cared that she didn’t care that I cared. My head is spinning!

She laughed bringing her attention back my way.

“And that damn red bull. No matter how many I drink, I never got my damn wings. Shit, I want my wings!” I was starting to get riled up and I couldn’t really remember what was so upsetting to begin with.

“Yeah, I think you’ve had enough drinks lets get down to business.” She took the glass out of my hand and tried to drag me away. I ignored what she said and continued to rant I was in the zone.

“What’s the deal with Coke and Pepsi? They both look, smell, and taste the same. Shit, they are the same.” I groused waving my hands around drunkenly.

“Lets go over to the bed and get started.” She pleaded.

“For what?” I was honestly confused at her insistence to get me to the bed in the corner. I reached for the almost empty pitcher, but she quickly moved it out of my reach.

“Let’s get down to business, ok. Then you can drink as much as you want. Now, the bed.” Her tone brook no arguments it was the type of voice my mom used when she wanted me to obey immediately.

I looked at her long and hard before I replied.

“Okay.” I got up from the chair falling flat on my face. I got up quickly, trying to play it cool like it didn’t happen. I heard her giggle behind me. I felt a bit embarrassed but it quickly went away. The alcohol was taking its toll.

“Are you ok? You took a nasty fall,” she asked still laughing.

I made it to the bed and leaned back as sexily as I could. I was propped up on my elbows while my legs were spread apart with one leg slightly raised. Well, I thought I looked sexy anyway. The expression she wore didn’t look turned on but she stepped close to the edge of the bed. She slowly loosened the her bikini top and allowed it to flutter to the floor. She rubbed her fingers over her nipples slowly before pinching them between two fingers.

“So, do you like what you see?” she husked continuing to rub her breast. “I know you want to touch them. Don’t you?”

I cocked an eyebrow and replied. “What makes you think that?”

“Silly, no man can resist touching a woman’s breast.”

She slowly climbed on the bed, crawling on all fours making her way to me. She straddled my lap and placed the sweetest kiss on my lips. She then reached for my hands, taking them in hers and placing them on her hips. I allowed my hands to move over her ass underneath that tiny skirt. We shared kiss after kiss. Things were started to heat up. She thrust her hips over my trapped cock. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. And who was I to deny such a beautiful creature.

I began to take control. I flipped her onto her back and made a trail of kisses down from her lips to the top part of her skirt. It was time for this annoying thing to go. I began to pull it down slowly savoring what was sure to be seen. I paused to look down at her, there was something missing.

“OH MY GOD!”

“What?” She exclaimed clearly exacerbated by my antics.

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?” She questioned sitting up on her elbows.

“Where the fuck are you balls, man?” I nearly screamed becoming frantic.

“I don’t have balls and I’m not a man.”

We both looked at each other confused. I was too drunk to really know what was what. I quickly scrambled off the bed.

“What the fuck are you? How could you not have balls? You’re a monster!” Alright forgive me, I was drunk!

“Women don’t have balls, you should know that at your age. Males and females have different body parts!” Now I know she must have thought I was pulling some prank on her.

“LIAR! Everyone has balls!” I refused to be reasoned with.

I backed into the small table knocking it over making it crash to the ground. Grandpa came rushing through the door. The old perv was probably listening through the door the whole time.

“What’s going on in here?” he roared glaring at me.

“There’s something wrong with her. She…something wrong with her!” I pointed accusingly at her not daring to take my eyes off her now.

I grabbed my clothes and put them on as quickly as I could without looking at what I was doing.

“There’s nothing wrong with me!” She screeched jumping up from the bed. She grabbed the top sheet to drape around herself.

“What happened?” Grandpa said tiredly rubbing his temples in frustration.

“He freaked out because I don’t have balls.” She said reaching to put on her top again.

“You got to be fucking kidding me?” His eyes bulged in disbelief.

“Is he gay or something? Is that why you brought him here?” understanding beginning to dawn in her eyes.

“Grandpa she doesn’t have any balls that’s weird and—“

“Shut the hell up with that nonsense, boy! I told you before stop with all that gay shit. You are really starting to piss me off. You cut that out right now or you truly will be no grandson of mine!” he yelled in my face spittle flying every which way. I could even see the tiny red veins throbbing in his neck.

“I can’t help it. I like balls.” I whined.

He looked furiously at me. His brows drawn together and he gritted his teeth. “That’s it. You are not part of this family!”

He stormed out of the building leaving everyone’s ears ringing. I hurried to catch up hoping he would at least give me a ride back. When I reached the car I tried to open the passenger door but it was locked and grandpa was already seated. He started the car and put on his seatbelt. He then looked towards my way and rolled the window down.

“No fag is riding in the front of my car get in the back.” He barely glanced at me.

I did as I was told. I felt so invisible and the tension in the car was palpable. I was quiet not even heavy breathing could be heard coming from me. Although I was drunk, I knew better than to piss him off even more. The ride home didn’t take as long as it did when we came. Thank God there were no cops around because I think he did 80mph all the way home.

“Alright now get your shit and get the hell out of my car!”

I got out not even saying a word to him. I thought it would be best to just go home and not even try to go inside that house with him. Now if only I knew the way home. After a few hours of stumbling around in the dead of night, I finally got home. I was tired and sobered. I put my key in the entrance and before I could turn it, the door opened and mother was standing there.


TBC.........


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