The Real Truth

Disclaimer: I don’t really know what I own, and what I don’t right this second. The idea was my story plot line, but the characters were created from Xxhannah-the-vampirexX. So, uh, I really don’t know anymore. Warnings: Contains graphic adult things. If you are young, and shouldn’t be reading this, don’t read it. I don’t need to hear any shit about it. Also, you know this is R rated, you shouldn’t be here. Darn it. This is a male to male contact story, do not read if you do not like this kind of thing. Thank you for choosing this story though, enjoy.

Chapter: One shot. Name: The real Truth
Request accepted at 5:47 PM. 7/13/08
Dedicated to: Xxhannah-the-vampirexX Enjoy


I had gotten a call from one of my friends. A close friend really. He was so close to me that I had dreamt of being with him. I had long ago ditched any thoughts that might have been wrong. I didn’t care. I liked him, a lot. Ever since he had graduated the second year of collage with me. I had developed feelings for him. My feelings had even developed past the point of wanting to hold him, or even just to be next to him. I just now had this other feeling arise. It was almost literal too. I would always find myself in a position when watching him. I even sometimes would imagine him, with me, touching me gently where I wanted him the most. Imagining was getting old though. There was this annoying voice in my head telling me to just ask him out.

I gave a sigh as I leaned over the bar table. My hand gently went sailing through the shaggy mess. The ends of it playing softly with my hard hands. Women had come up to me plenty of times, asking about how I could possible be single. With a body and face like mine? I had been told by all my past girlfriends about how ruggedly hard I was. I didn’t think I was that emotionless, but apparently I was wrong on many accounts. They fell for my eyes easily though, ‘dark green against a mesh of black hair, it was as if a dark angel had come down to heaven.’ I liked that one. It was funny to the very core of it’s meaning.

My eyes met the bartender, he was a built man, and looked to be eyeing up anything that looked the least bit good. It made me a little sick inside thinking that the man might soon be looking at the man I liked. Rex. Born with the name, I had thought it was a joke when I had first met him, though when he showed me his ID, I was surprised. I had laughed at him, but accepted it. It didn’t quite suit him, but I suppose that every one should have a name, if not as odd as his.

My name is Gage. I had to say this though, where Rex’s didn’t really fit him, mine was perfect.

“Gage…” I heard my name. It was then that my thoughts were adverted and then taken to the form now next to me. It was he.

Rex stood there, looking down at my slumped form on the table. I had a glass of the finest whiskey, and it was my second one so far. “Hey Rex…What did you want?” I asked him, my voice a little low: as if I were a little worried another man might be listening to us.

Rex looked at me, and then sat. His blonde hair hung down over the side of his face. He had shaggy hair like my own, though it was a little longer, and a little less chopped up. I liked it. It looked good on him with his hazel eyes. They were like diamond sapphires that gleaming in a field of golden hay. It made me smile looking at his face. His features were gentle, and more timid to mine. Mine were chiseled, and manlier where he was feminine. His shoulders were slender, much like the rest of his body, they also hung down to tell that something was bothering him.

“Rex, what’s wrong?” I asked him when I heard him sigh deeply. I knew that something was bugging him because he didn’t normally ask me to come to the bar to drink. He was the type of guy who only drank when something was really bothering him, or he was just really excited.

“Ahhhh….My….Girlfriend broke up with me…”He was a little low with saying it. His words coming out as a small mutter.

“Holy shit man…I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend.” I said to him as I gave him a friendly nudge on the back. He looked back at me.

“Yeah…I did…now it’s over though.” He was a little nervous it seemed. He wasn’t really looking at me, but at the people around me.

I looked at him. I really hadn’t known about he girl. I wish he had told me. It also made me a little angry when he kept things like that from me. But I guess that it was a better situation now…he was just getting over being dumped. “Wow…” I muttered out as I took down the rest of my drink.

I flipped up my finger and whistled, “Two more?” I nodded over to the bartender.

The man nodded at me and then turned around. I looked over at Rex, “Lets get so drunk we wont be able to talk right…” I laughed at the horrified look on his face.

“I can’t believe you…” He said, his voice a little shy and kind of seductive.

I was drawn to it immediately. I wanted to know more about the girl he had just dated.

“What was she like?” I asked, hoping to not make him hurt anymore.

He looked over at me, and he was silent. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It was as if he didn’t know if he should tell me or not.

“She was…really…different.” He said finally. He then took the drink that I passed to him and began to down it.

I gave a small laugh and tilted my head away. My mind was already beginning to think about him swallowing other types of fluids. I wanted that, that mouth…

“So…ah, you gonna’ tell me more about her?” I asked hurriedly, trying to get him out of my mind. My voice was a little more pitched then I would have liked it.

He looked over at me, those hazel eyes looking over me. “She uh, had long legs.” He laughed after that.

I did to. “She sounds really nice.” I forgot for a second that he wasn’t with her anymore. God did that make me so freaken’ happy, yet I felt like an asshole afterwards.

“Yeah, I guess happy things can be drank away?’ he then took another downer, and asked for another with more rum in it.

“No, you can’t…” I said to him as I began to drink more. I wasn’t looking at him. I couldn’t help it. I had never told him some of the more passionate things in my life.

I only got a sidelong look from the boy to my side.

~*~
“Two tim-esss.” He stuttered out.

I couldn’t help but watch him blush after that and then rub his hand onto his own face, covering one of his own eyes. He then began to stutter out again, “I-I’ve drank too---much.”

I knew that I was becoming drawn to this side of him. He acted so strange when he had alcohol in him. He was very fun too. I slowly began to wonder what he was like in bed when he had a few drinks in him.

“Do-Do you see any girl’s in here that you like?” I wasn’t really sure why I wasn’t really sure why I was asking him this, I just wasn’t sure why.

“Nooo---” He said with a slight moan and then began to shy away again. He was so cute. His blonde hair looked a little grungy, as if he hadn’t washed for a day or two.

“What? That girl-in-in the pink has been looking over here since the sun went down…” I began to laugh when he looked over and squinted. He then began to laugh as he turned back and then took another sip. “Wh-what?” I asked him.

He looked back at me, “That’saman.” He muttered all together.

I was taking another swig and nearly choked on it. I looked around and then squinted in the pink shirt’s direction. Sure enough, it was a man. I turned back, “God, I’m sorry.” I felt slightly bad.

“He isn’t that bad…” He looked over at me. “I feel so old.” He muttered out.

“What? You’rrr like, twenty-one. That’s it.” I complained to him. “You’rrr already acting like an old lady and you’rrrr st-stillll this young.” I laughed. The sentence was now coming out more slurred then I would have liked. I was really feeling a little dizzy now. A little anxious too.

“What about you? You-arerrrr like, twentieth th-threee years old.” He then began to laugh.

I looked at him, “How old was that girl?” I staggered out to him.

I waited for a moment. He was then laughing a little, but then fell silent. “She-she was a he.”

When I heard this, I couldn’t help but put down my drink and ask again, “What did you say?”

He looked over at me, and then around. I waited for him to lean over and then mutter with a drunk breath in my ear, “He was a man…not that-that attractive, but still…”

“You dated another man?” I was a little furious. My drunken state was suddenly taking a turn, and I was becoming more fired up by the speech he had given.

“We-ll, I-I-You hate me! You hate me, don’t you?” He began to give me a rather sad face.

I couldn’t help but say to him with a smile on my face, “You should tell me things like that. It-its not like I would ha-hate you.”

“Thaaats why I didn’tttth tell you!” Rex shouted a little loud. He then began to finish off the rest of his drink.

I gave a small smile. This was perfect. “Let’s get going. I-I thinks we’ve been here long enough. Let’s go ha-hang out at my apartment.”

I watched him as he looked at me, those eyes gazing at me trying to see something. I couldn’t help but think that he was sizing me up.

We then stumbled out. I heard the bartender as he yelled out to me, “Don’t you drive home!”

I looked back at him, and then waved, as if to tell him that I wasn’t going to. I only lived a street away. I wound’s drive if I were this trashed anyway. I knew better. Besides, now that drunk Rex was coming over, I wasn’t in a fix to get killed any time soon.

As we walked down the street, swerving everywhere, Rex leaned against me as if to try and get a better balance on his feet.

I didn’t mind. The way that his scent breezed into my nose, it made me smile a little. I couldn’t help but take in a deeper breath of the stale flowers. I kind of began to wonder why on earth the boy was wearing that type of smell. I mean, yeah, I was into men too, but I didn’t walk around smelling like flowers. He was just so, so freaken’ mind rocking.

“Come on.” I said to him as I began to open up the door to the apartment house. I owned my own key, it was to increase the safety of the other apartment users. The keys were there so that other people couldn’t just walk in whenever they wanted. It did make me feel a little more secure in fact. Though I always had the thought of, ‘unless your looking for a good time, then don’t come the fuck in.’

We began to stumble into the elevator. I lived on the third floor, and I wasn’t really feeling the walk up by stairs. I just wanted to get Rex inside, and alone.

I jammed my key into the hole, and then flew open the door. I walked in, now looking at Rex as he took in my own smell. I was always told that I smelled musky, like a man who smoked, but not too much. I was okay with that. I didn’t even find the smell of overwhelming smoke that attractive. But I did smoke, there was no doubt with that factor.

“I love this place.” I heard him mutter from the other side of my shoulder. I couldn’t help but then think of something.

“What did he smell like?” I asked him. I knew that I was starting to get a little annoyed.

“Like alcohol. All of the time. I hated it…” He looked up at me, “But for some reason, it-t suits you.” He then began to smile as he swung around, and off of my arm.

I watched as he went over to my couch. He then tried to turn the TV on, he soon found that it wasn’t working because he was pushing the wrong button.

My apartment was kind of big. I was nice enough for one person at least. It did get lonely sometimes. It had one bedroom, connected to a bathroom. The bathroom was small though, shower and a toilet with a shitty looking sink.

The next room was the biggest. The living room. It was accompanied with a couch, TV, and a table. In the back of the room, there was a wide window. I could look out on the town that we had come to call home. I loved it so far. There was everything here…my sight lingered over to Rex.

“Beer?” He asked me.

I gave a small smirk, “I think you’ve had enough.” I when over to my small kitchen though. That was right, I had a kitchen with a small burner area that was overlooking the living room. Next to the stove was some random plate that I liked to put my hot food on to cool. Then there was fridge, and freezer on top. I also had some drawers for food storage. And a small coffee pot and microwave. That was really it though. I just had the room to move around a little, and the essentials that needed to survive for the rest of the month to year at least.

“Yeah…get me one.” He said to me, looking behind him from the couch to gaze at me.

I couldn’t help but get one, well two. I then went back over to the couch. I handed him the bottle and then pulled it away, “Why did you date him?” I asked.

He gave me a frown because of the trick I had pulled on him. He began to roll over on the couch, so that he could face me. “If I tell you, will you give me more beer?” He was now smiling, as if this were all just a game.

I gave him a small sneer, “I’ll give you your first one, how’s that?”

“Ahhh…for looks?” He asked me.

I gave him a small, knowing look. “I don’t think so, you don’t seem like that type of person.”

I knew that the both of us were beginning to feel a little drained from the alcohol, but I at least knew that I was starting to sober up. At least from the walk in the cold air was helping me.

“he said…He said that he would take care of me, if I let him be my…” He seemed a little shy. He was now leaning over the edge of the couch.

“If you let him be your first what?” I asked, pressing the issue. I even let my own face come closer to his own.

He looked up at me, his eyes hurting. It seemed that he was lied to, and I could tell that he was really shaken up about this. “If he could be my first man. He said he would take care of me afterwards.” He then began to look away, and turned around. He must not have wanted to look at me.

I set down the beers on the table. “You let him touch you?” I asked. There seemed to be this growing pressure of hate for everything living that was rising in me.

I could feel him answer me as he slummed down into the couch. “He did…a lot to me….” He muttered out.

I began to walk over to him. I couldn’t help but feel a little angry with Rex himself. When I saw his face, I leaned over the couch, reaching onto his shoulders and then pushing him back onto the sofa.

“You let him touch you? You let him take from you what you can never have back?” I asked him.

His eyes shot up to me. “What does it matter to you?” His voice was sharp, and a little snappy. “Why do you care?”

I smiled, “Because…I never thought you would…” I muttered out to him.

Rex gave me a glare, “It’s not--so what? I wanted to do it.”

“It’s not like you had to do it though…couldn’t you like…I don’t know….save it for someone else?” I asked him. At first my voice had been angry, then it had softened.

“Fuck you.” Rex said to me, his voice a gasp.

“No…” I muttered to him. I let my soft lips brush up against his own. I let my breath float onto him, “You let another man touch you….Kiss you.” I gently kissed him, deepening it then with a slight groan.

I had the response of Rex gasping out, “Gage?” He was stunned looking.

“Why wouldn’t you come to me?” I asked him. The thought of him running around looking for another man slightly frightened me. How could he just pick up some random guy and then fuck him? Or…

“Did you let him fuck you?” I asked in a hushed tone.

I felt Rex tense under me, “Why? Why does it matter?”

“Because, I like you a lot. SO much, that I can’t stand the thought of another man touching you.” I gave him a gentle bite on the neck, “I can’t stand ANYONE touching you.” I deepened the bite and then began to suck.

The boy under me began to shake, as if enjoying what was going on. I let my leg slid gently up, as if coming to rest on his area.

He gave a groan as I began to move my knee around his area. “Sto-stop!” He muttered out.

“No.” I said to him. My voice hot in his ear, “There is no way in hell that I’m going to let another man mark what should be mine.” I then began to nibble on his ear, “You should be mine….all mine.” I then gave him a small growl.

“You’re acting weird.” He said to me. He put his hands on my chest and gently pushed away from me. I pulled away and looked at him.

I know how I’m acting. And I think it is perfectly fine.” I then began to pull him up. “I have to make sure that you don’t go around sleeping with other men anyway.”

Rex gave me a small resistance. “Don’t…I don’t think it’s a really good idea.” He then began to smile.

He wanted it. I knew he did. I was thinking though, maybe he wanted it a little more forceful? Was he trying to tell me that? I smiled back at him, tugging his arm and yanking him towards me. “I don’t really care what you think right now. I know what’s good for you right now. You’ll love it.” I promised him in a whisper.

He giggled a little. God, it sounded so cute. I pulled him to my room, pushing him down onto my bed.

This room was mine. I owned it. All of it. I needed to now make sure that everyone knew I owned him. Because I knew damn well that I couldn’t keep him in my room. That was going a little too far. It was kind of a kinky thought though. Maybe to lock him to it, with chains, naked…

“We have to do it.” I laughed at him, as I began to suck on his neck.

He gave no objection. “You like me?” He whispered out as I began to take off his shirt with one of my hands that wasn’t trying to do something else inappropriate.

“I love you.” I said to him. I thought my words over, “I really do care for you at least. I mean, don’t know if it’s love…but I think if it isn’t, then it could become it.” I smiled into his skin then, “Do you feel the same?”

He was silent. It made me feel a little shut down inside. SO, I muttered to him slowly, “You will.” Then I went back to sucking that tender area on his neck. I needed something from him. I needed blood it seemed. That way I would know that he was marked.

I bit down hard, and he gave an annoyed hiss. ‘Sorry.” I muttered to him and then licked the area.

My right hand was trying to aid him in pulling his shirt over his head. It was the only object in my way from his nipples.

This was growing irritating at the moment. I thought about cutting it, but then I figured that was a little too dramatic. I just simply stopped sucking his neck for a second and then yanked his shirt up. Then, I gazed at him for a little while, taking in his upper chest area.

He was slender, like I had said earlier. But I was built, easily dominating him in power. He was toned though, just not a real muscular way. I didn’t mind though, it was better this way. I didn’t like the powerful ones anyway. It would be too hard to try to dominate them. That would always be annoying.

“You look good.” I said to him as I sucked on his neck again.

I knew he was blushing because he was then groaning again, and he was becoming redder in other areas.

My right hand went back to stumbling over his body again. My left hand was up in his hair, gently stroking his head. He seemed to like it. I wasn’t really sure what else to do with it anyway…or at least for the moment.

My right hand went to his chest, and began to stroke a nipple. I smiled when he gasped. I bet that no one had ever done this to him. No one else had ever taken the time. Well, I would make damn sure to do so.

I let my fingers brush softly against the now hard nubs. Then I began to taste blood. This mark was going to last a while. I knew that it was starting to hurt him because he then gasped, “Ow…” Though it was low, as if he were afraid to say it.

I left the area. I wanted to move on anyway. I began to sail down the chest, and came to rest on the nipple. I took it into my mouth, and began to bite on it gently.

He was moaning now, as if he were a girl getting her tits sucked. I smiled against his nub.

My right hand was now traveling down to his pants. I was starting to unbutton him, and then reach inside.

“Take your clothes off.” He whimpered out, as if he were a little embarrassed that he was asking this.

I smiled as I leaned up, he looked so cute. His face was beat red, and he was already breathing hard. His blonde hair was starting to become matted to his head due to the sweat dripping off of him.

I peeled my own shirt off and began to remove my pants. He was doing the same, not bothering to care where he tossed his pants. He then began to rip off each sock.

I laughed as he moved under me, trying to be careful. Though when we were both naked on the bed, he smiled.

“What?” I asked him. I looked down at myself. I was decent I thought. I mean, I was already at half-mast.

“You’re big…” He said to me, a shy smile coming over his face.

I began to smile brighter, what a nice little boy he was being. “Thank you.” I said softly to him as I laid on him. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

He seemed to not mind though, becoming drawn into the situation.

It was true. Normally, when being compared to other men, I was always a little shy to see if I would be bigger, or at least thicker. Though with Rex, I found myself not caring. It was even as if he didn’t mind that he was about an inch smaller then me. He just, didn’t care. I liked that about him. It didn’t matter to him, as long as he was doing what he wanted to do…

His body color was a gentle tan, almost white. I liked the color. My own was a little darker against his, though we were both still white skinned. His thighs were so well toned, as if he did extra special work outs to make sure he looked good down there. I liked that too about him.

I began to start kissing an area down to his region. I couldn’t help but notice that he was shaved, like my own. This made it neat too. I didn’t have to worry about getting any annoying hairs in my mouth.

I let my lips rest on his head. I kissed him, and then looked up.

His hazel eyes were begging for something. They were asking me to do what ever I wanted, as long as it was something. I had to listen, had to give in to them.

I took him in my mouth and sucked gently. I listened to the sounds of him whimpering above. I liked that sound, it was like a gentle melody that was playing in my head. It also coaxed me to take him in deeper. My tongue also became more physical as if circled the areas that it could with a gentle playfulness.

“Please…” He muttered. It was as if I knew what he wanted too.

My finger slid into him, a little slowly. They went in gently and stayed there for a second. He was so warm inside. I then began to pump them in and out. I shoved them in deep, as if to try and feel around for an area that would get another sound from him.

I found it in the next few strokes as he shifted up a little to hump air and then he moaned weakly. The next second, hew as begging to me.

“Please…damn…Please Gage, if you don’t get in me…I’m going to hate you. For-EV-ER.” He then began to whimper again as I slowly smiled up at him and then playfully moved my fingers around, as if to tease.

“Please….” He whimpered, his eyes now glazed over in a sort of want and need. His face was sweating, which made him look like a needy slut. I couldn’t help but to listen to him. “I need you to fuck me.”

Hell, with a face like that, and a voice so seductive, I couldn’t help but to then draw out of him fully and then place myself at his entrance. “Like this?” I asked him, making sure if he wanted to do it on his back or not. Most people didn’t really like it this way.

“I don’t….care.” He said anxiously and then tired to push onto me.

I drew back, “No! That isn’t a very patient boy.” I smiled, “Hold still.” I then held his hip down as I began to push into him.

He felt so good. He felt like…Like…something I wanted every day of my life. Something that I couldn’t get old of.

“I love you…I really do.” I said to him. I then pulled out and began to steady pump in and out.

He gave small cried of pain or pleasure as I did so. I enjoyed those sounds. He didn’t sound like he wasn’t enjoying it. He just sounded, happy. He began to mutter something.

I leaned down, as if to listen to him. I heard him in a second because he had reached his hands up and tugged me down for a better grip.

“Harder…Faster.” He said to me, one eye closed and the other half open. His breathing was hard and I could tell that both of us were hot and sweaty. I didn’t mind though. If I was going to get dirty, to get filthy, then I was going to do it like this, with him. With Rex. “Rex.’ I muttered to him as I began to speed up and hit harder.

He was under me, vibrating from thrill and pleasure and sheer enjoyment. He was giving small ‘hn’s’ whenever I pushed deep into him. We were both struggling so hard that he was moving slightly under me from the force.

Both of us were filled with bliss though. We were one. I knew we were. I knew he felt it because the entire time, he tried his best to keep the eye open to look at me. And even when he would close it for a few hard thrusts that he found extra enjoyable and would give his voice to it, I knew he was looking at me under those eyelids.

“Just a few more…” I muttered to him.

“I can’t do it.” He said, his voice breaking a little.

I became worried and almost stopped, “You want me to stop?” I asked him.

He opened both his eyes, “If you do, I will kill you.” He then began to laugh, “Don’t stop. I want this.” He smiled to me as he drew his head up and kissed me.

We were locked at both ends, and literally we were. Our bodies were in one another in every sense. He was even trying to slip his tongue down my throat.

I felt that extra push and I came into him, thrusting in hard till hew as bursting onto my own stomach. I gasped for breath then, and he did the same.

Both of us were just breathing hard for a while. I was holding myself up above him so that I wouldn’t squish him. Though he soon looked up at me through hi gasping breaths. “Thank you.” He whispered as he pulled me down to rest on his chest.

Both of us gasped a little in pain. But we didn’t mind.

I gave him a smile. “I really hope that you don’t regret this in the morning.”

There was a long silence, and then he said slowly, “I hope I don’t either.”

I didn’t look at him. I just tried to hold onto that bliss that I had felt when I was connecting with him a few moments ago.


The End.

Finished: 2:17 AM July 11, 2008 also: 11:35 AM July 21, 2008
Started: 5:47 PM July 10, 2008

This story was made as a request. I am sorry ahead of time if it offends anyone, or may have the name of people that read this. This was not intended to offend. If you are offended, then you need to read something else. If you liked it though, you should tell me. Also, I really hoped that all that read this enjoyed it. Especially Xxhannah-the-vampirexX. Thanks for the request.

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