Love Buzz

{Coconuts Work...}

This young fellow was in his 2nd year of high school. He didn’t have much, if any, friends. He knew who people were, but they didn’t like him. He was one of the kids who reads massive novels, that were way above others his ages reading skills, studied and did well in school, listened to music no ones ever heard of, and he barely, if ever, talked; unless he was answering a question in class. The jocks were afraid of him, the squares detested him, and everyone else paid no mind, but he didn’t seem to care. He never had any type of relationship. Well, he actually tried to keep the void of them…but he couldn’t really help it…

Out of all his classes, he especially enjoyed going to Chemistry. Since he was in more excelled classes, he had older classmates. His assigned seat was with this one, more popular, senior named Samta, who also lived 3 houses down from him. Everyday, he and Samta sat at the same table, without saying a word to each other. Samta always talked with his friends that sat around him, that is until they were forced to change seats for disrupting the class. Samta was silent after this. The younger boy always glanced awkwardly at him, never talked to him, just occasionally glanced. One day Samta caught him looking at him…
“The fuck you looking at?”
“N-nothing” He mumbled and looked at his notebook
“Freak” Samta whispered under his breath
He was used to getting remarks like that…it didn’t faze him anymore…

That night, he went home and went directly to his room after diner, barely saying more than 5 words to his parents. He laid down on his bed with his favorite book. He read into the wee hours of the morning, before eventually drifting asleep. He had this strange m. Im. It took him to his science class. He walked into the room, but it was empty, except for Samta, who was sitting in his normal seat. He walked in and sat down next to him, like he did everyday. After about 2 minutes of silence, Samta finally spoke:
“I’m sorry about the freak comment”
“Uh huh” he nodded without looking at him
“really sorry”
He looked at him confused as Samta leaned down and kissed him.
He awoke, out of breath and panting. it was only a dream…why did I dream of Samta like that? He hates me…I’m not like that! he thought to himself over and over again, as if he had to convince himself. He rested his head back on his pillow and stared into the darkness until the sun raised and he had to go to school.

The boy now dreaded to go to science. When the period finally came, he walked into class late for the first time ever. When he stumbled in the door, the whole class stared at him. Samta rolled his eyes as he sat down next to him. He tried to keep his eyes off Samta, but he couldn’t help but look at him, trying to figure out why he had that dream, why he was so attracted to him. He admitted to himself that he was attracted to the man. He knew he had to do something about this fascination, and quick, before he exploded with curiosity. He tried to concentrate on the lesson, but he could only think of Samta and the dream. The bell finally rang to switch classes. He slowly packed up his note lbindbinder and threw his book bag over his shoulder, not knowing he was right behind Samta, who was walking with a good friend of his, discussing plans for the coming weekend. He listened in:
“So, we’re all set for Saturday? I’ll spend the night, and be walking home Sunday then?” Samta confirmed with his friend. The boy began to think on how to fill his
Darkest desire.

He spent the next couple days secluded in his room, contemplating his dream and dissecting it. The weekend evenly cly came. All of Saturday, his heart would skip beats in anticipation. He reached into a nearby drawer and grabbed 4 ropes, which he then tied tightly to each corner of his bed, then took out a handkerchief and folded it lengthwise and laid it on his nightstand. He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, reliving his dream, creating his own ending from when he awoke. The image was so clear and vivid. The feelings overwhelmed him; he couldn’t help but reach down his pants, despite his best efforts to stop himself. He massaged himself, harder, then faster, the image of Samta was burned into his memory. He imagined it was him…when he erupted with complete erotic passion; all he focused on was Samtas face. The face he will soon have as his own. He drifted off to sleep with this wonderful image.

Sunday morning, he left his house and walked past Samta’s. On his way he grabbed a broken branch that fell off a nearby tree and ducked in some bushes. He waited for hours on end, the anticipationt hit him alert. About 6 to 7 hours later, Samta finally walked by to go home. He past the boys designated bush. He quietly emerged with the broken branch and took one swift swing to the back of Samta’s head. Not killing him, but knocking him out. He then quickly dragged his lifeless body down the dark road and into his house, where his was home alone; his parents were out to a party. ook ook Samta up the stairs and struggled to life him onto his bed. Once he got him up there, he tied each rope to both wrists and ankles. He took the rolled up handkerchief and put it in his mouth, tying it behind his head. He opened the drawer and pulled out a large hunting knife. He straddled Samta and cut his shirt down the middle, exposing his bare built chest, and waited for him to awake. After about 20 minutes, he got impatient and stabbed the tip of the knife into his chest…only drawing a little bit of blood. Samta soon woke up in shock, searching the unfamiliar room with his eyes. He struggled with the ropes and the young man sitting on top of him.
“Well hello Samta” He softly said, playing with the knife. samta mumbled angrily. He removed the gag from his mouth.
“The hell is going on?! Who are you?! What am I doing here?!”
“Think back to science class”
“What? Oh wait, you’re that sophomore I sit next to…um…Frenoille…I think?”
“Close…no not really…its Kioto…”
“You didn’t answer my fucking question!” Samta burst
Without answering, Kioto put the gag back into his mouth. He swore and mumbled and struggled, but Kioto had him tied up quite well. He ran the tip of the knife down his chest leaving a trail of blood. Samta winced in pain. Kioto was finally living his dream, in a different setting, but it was all the same. He leaned down and ran his tongue up the broken skin. He removed the gag ones again, curious as to what Samta had to say.
“What do you want?! I don’t do this! The HELL are you doing?? Don’t fucking touch me”
Kioto pressed his lips to Samta, shutting him up, forcing his tongue into his mouth. No matter how much Samta struggled…he didn’t stop. He eventually pulled away; Samta looked at him in shock…
“You fucking queer” he blankly said
“Quite possible…but who isn’t?”
“I’m sure as hell not!!”
“We’ll see” He kissed him again, tightly grabbing the sides of his face, digging his nails into his skull. He scratched his hands down his face and his chest. He unbuttoned Samta’s pants. Samta spazzed to his touch, but there was no way he could escape Kioto’s desires. Kioto ran his tongue down his chest and stomach. He pulled his pants off, even though Samta put up such a fight. He grabbed the knife and held it to his stomach.
“Would you just give into me?”
Samta viciously shook his head
“So you REALLY don’t want this?”
He shook his head again.
“Well” he ran his hands down to his crotch “your body begs to differ”
He lifted the knife high over his head. Samta squinted in fear as Kioto thrusted it down into the end table. He slowly opened his eyes panting. Kioto bit his stomach and moved his mouth downward. Samta let out a sharp gasp and threw his head back, panting more as Kioto engulfed his raw desire. He fought the eroticism...but the feeling was orgasmic. When he finally let loose, Kioto ingested every bit of him with a smile.
“Now…was that so hard?”
Samta just stared at him.
Kioto removed the gag. Samta was dry mouthed, out of breath, and quivering.
“I’m not a fucking queer” Samta confirmed
“Right right” he smiled
“There was nothing I could do to stop this” he swore
“Well…it would of helped is you didn’t get hard”
“What-that-I-It was a reaction”
“But you DID enjoy it didn’t you?”
“Fuck no!”
“Hm…denial” he whispered
“What happened to that shy quiet kid from Chem.?”
“It left when you came…now fuck me!”
“Hell no!”
“I’m just kidding” he laughed and leaned close to his face “or am I?”
Samta’s eyes opened wide with fear…artificial fear…a slight glisten of hope gave it away to Kioto.
“.::ahem::. Yes well, I should let you go then” Kioto broke the awkward silence and grabbed the knife from the table and cut his ropes. The 2 sat on the edge of his bed and Samta began to put his pants back on. Kioto looked at him and quickly kissed his cheek. Samta sat in silence. He rolled his eyes and pushed Kioto back on the bed, and sat on him. A smile stretched across his face. Samta decided to return the favor. He kissed all down his chest and stomach until reaching his hip. He bit the inside of his thigh, Kioto gasped and giggled. Samta gave in awkwardly and put his mouth around Kioto. After a few seconds, he loosened up and it became easier. Kioto erupted like he had before. He looked at Samta and saw the same face that was marked in his mind. When he finished, the 2 sp agp again.
“Its not the I’m a fag…so lets not speak of this!” he demanded.
Kioto nodded in response.

The next day at school, Samta passed Kioto in the hall and quietly mumbled “hey” as they passed. Kioto smiled at his success…