accidental cheater

Accidental Cheater

(We fly over a city till we hear sirens and see police and ambulance lights outside an apartment building. What's all the commotion about? A dead man's broken body lies in a pool of his own splattered blood. In his hand he holds a note for his one and only friend. She saw the policeman come up to her and her fiancé with the note, and she knew it was for her even without her name on it.)
Ah great, I made her cry. I shouldn't have done this. In case you're wondering, I'm the guy who just jumped out a window like an idiot. Name's Jim, Jim Barles. If you want to know why I killed myself, then shut the fuck up and listen.
First off, let's start by turning the old hands of time to my childhood. I grew up here, in Moonlight City (Yeah, yeah. I know, it's a weird name for a city) I was an outcast. The other kids hated me for no damn reason. Everybody hated me, even my alcoholic, bullshitting parents.
Well, everyone except one person. She was my only friend, Janet Martishiana. Why was it only she who liked me? I don't know. Maybe Moonlight is just full of assholes.
Anyway, she was the only person I hung out with. I could tell her anything. She was the first of two people to know I was gay... aside from ten days before my suicide. She told me that she was getting married. (Odd thing, too. They'd been going out for a year and a half, and I'd never met him before.)
Doing some of my own celebrating, I went down to the local gay bar to see if I could pick up a stud or two. (Don't give me any speeches about missing the engagement party because it's tomorrow.) Well, I got lucky, all right. He was a gorgeous hunk from heaven... long, blond hair. Soul-piercing blue eyes. And smooth, milky-white skin.
We went to my place. We stripped and kissed each other. When I finally saw him without his clothes, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Picture it: a finely chiseled bode, a six-pack, and a nine-inch 'nail'...
"Get on your knees, bitch, and suck it," he commanded. I obeyed.
I began working my magic... sucking and blowing and putting my tongue in his piss-slit.
"Now it's sodomy time," he said as he pulled me off him and spun me around.
"Fuck me hard, asshole," I barked needily. Like he didn't know I liked it that way already.
He shoved into me, and oh how awesome it felt. He rammed harder and harder with every thrust until he sadly came in me. I did too, and I didn't even touch myself. Now, that's when you know you had a good time in bed.
The next night I went to the party. I was finally going to me the man who would make my best friend happy for the rest of her life. It was a total shock to me, though, because Janet's fiancé was the anonymous, angelic figure that fucked me so beautifully the night before.
I pretended not to have noticed and acted calm. He saw me alone that night and came up to me.
"You're not going to tell her, are you?" he asked with pleading in his tone. "Because, I do love her... but I want men, too."
"No, I won't. I should, though. Although it really is _your_ place," I said with a sigh. "Do me a favor though, watch who you fuck, because you're not going to touch me again unless you want her to know."
With that in mind, he left. For seven days I tried to hold the guilt of betraying Janet inside but it became harder and harder each day. So, on the eighth day I wrote the note saying that envy and manic depression caused me to jump.
She'll be married in two days, so you know. There's no happy ending to this story. No magical Disney fairy is going to fix this problem.
It was either her crying out of betrayal and hatred, for me and him. Or, crying out of sadness over the loss of one of her many friends. I did it this way to protect her, so she'll never have to know. It's the least I could do. She'd made my life more tolerable. I'm just making a moment hurt, like always.
The end.