Fairytales won't last, my friend
Every story has an end
All I once held dear has turned into something else
It's this part I'll have to play
witnessing it all decay
and that's what hurts the most
Oh, so inglorious

Kerbera- Inglorious

Mike's point of view.

(Explicit, warning.)

I tried to focus on the music thrumming against the walls of the residence that some house party was being held at. I happened to attend out of curiosity that had arose from being invited from a few different people. However I had only attended house parties once or twice throughout my goody two shoes life, so I was a bit of a novice. The atmosphere was still foreign to me, and I only used them as an escape from stress. I was a really good guy, and being the-I quote bad boy, is rare for me. My popularity is still in the heights, however I wouldn't say I had many friends. As of lately I've felt distant from a lot of people, and I think people just kept me around because I was an attractive face with a wealthy life. Well, that's what people tell me anyways. But when I look in the mirror, I just see me. An average boy, with pale skin. And I believe the only reason I even get invited to house parties is simply because people like to toy with me. They each wanted to be the first person to see me fall off my wagon of good, and be caught being a raunchy teenager. They try to get me drunk, and see what I might do. I'm a light weight because I don't actually drink, so it takes just a few shots to get me down.

No one has ever seen me as a raunchy teenager yet. I am very self aware, and know right from wrong. I'm good at saying no, and I don't like to be pushed around by the wrong crowds.

But, tonight something must have been off with me. Tonight, might be the first night I was ever acting lecherous and rather impertinent. I was having a hell of a time concentrating on any kind of party at the moment, which is the one thing I actually came here for. The party didn't exist to me right now, and neither did the people in it. Why I was here was no longer relevant, and what was going on throughout the residence didn't matter in the least. The only thing I could even remotely care about was what was currently happening in my own company. Perhaps people had finally won, they had gotten me drunk and I'm doing something crazy. I'd like to think that, however no one but myself had gotten me into this room. I wouldn't even really label myself as drunk, I'd probably just say I'm bit tipsy. I was coherent enough to analyze the situation, and well enough to know that it was wrong. I was quite nervous with the fact that someone might witness my first odious teenage act. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my nerves were wrecked. I was so scared yet I was so intrigued while I was locked lips with someone I barely knew. I knew him enough to know that I loathe him, but not enough to even say his favorite hobby or animal. He was someone I had known since childhood, and someone I had hated to the point I couldn't stand being around him for a few years. That someone was Pete.

South Park's infamous red goth. This was pretty ironic. Because I was South Parks infamous obnoxious Vampire. But aside from that, there were two major things wrong here. For one, I was making out with another man. For two I was making out with someone I hate. I barely remember what was going on before hand, and how we ended up here in the first place. All I remember is sitting with a group as they were trying to get me to do some shots. I was willing to oblige, so why Pete came out of no where, and took me away was still a mystery. It was something that will probably be on my mind later on, when everything wasn't so surreal.

It was hard to concentrate when you were focused on sucking face, however it had gotten even harder to concentrate when the shorter of us had descended to my neck to give it a nasty rough suck, that mine as well have been a bite. I hissed my response into the air, but it wasn't even heard. The noisy outside community was muffling anything that was going on in our closed little space. The world was soaring past us, just outside of these walls. It was going by as normal as a house party can be, with it's loud repetitive music, and drunken idiots stumbling around starting arguments. It was typical. Where as inside here, in this little lone room we had occupied upstairs, time seemed to have froze for us. We could heard everything but even that was becoming vacant. I was against a wall and being the instigator of the events at hand. He may have initiated it, but I was just as guilty.

This was forbidden, this was wrong. But It was feeling so right. But the logical part of my light weight mind was hazy with the small amounts of alcohol that I had consumed before hand. It was leaving me with nothing much to fight with. My judgement was horrible. I had my hands fisted into the messy array of rich obsidian locks in front of me, with its tagged trademark of a dark crimson smear. The boy who was now sucking at my collar bone seemed to be just as lust driven as I. He had his hands running along my chest, and I didn't even notice when one of them slinked down and dipped between my legs, only until I felt a surge of heat flash through my abdominal area. I gasped, and pulled him up to kiss him even harder then we had begun. Our teeth crashed together, and his tongue had vanished into my welcoming mouth to take a tangle with my willing appendage. I knew I didn't want anything to happen, anything more then this. I knew if anything more then this were to happen, then it could potentially cause an entire hole to rip in our reality once we had realized what we had done. Or maybe we had already crossed the line? I wasn't even sure yet, but I know that eventually both he and I would be angry with ourselves, no doubt about that. With that knowledge alone, I couldn't even begin to comprehend why I was keeping this going.

And while I was kissing the boy, I also hadn't noticed it had began to go farther as Pete's hand had undid the button on my black leather jeans. Lust was starting to take over now however, as my body had begun to get overly curious as to what to expect. My blood was rushing, and I was tingling in anticipation. And the first thing I noticed during my defeat was how the temperature of his fingers were a lot cooler when he dragged them along my happytrail to the waistband of my black briefs. They were warm, but perhaps the skin there was just that much hotter. Even my breath was coming in heated pants, and I had no idea what I should be doing with my own hands any longer. "Fuck.." The goth had muttered I presumed to no one in particular. It was a mindless gesture, and I couldn't seem to detect how intoxicated he was. I knew I was only just a little bit hazy.

His free hand had began to crawl up my shirt. And it felt like it was leaving a heated trail that I couldn't see, but I was so happy it was there and it was causing my feelings to rush with even more excitement. And I would be a god damn liar if I had said I wasn't at full arousal by now. My body was aching to be touched, and there was no turning back no matter how much my mind would try to argue with me. In fact that entire part of my mind was gone and I sighed out my appreciation when the goth had dropped his hand into my jeans to create some glorious friction through the fabric of my underwear. His head had descended even further down as he left my neck, and I felt his slick hot tongue drag a trail of saliva down my center abdomen right down to my belly button. It dove in, and caused a trail of goosebumps to elict. It was a weird feeling, and I hadn't been expecting a gesture like that. But all my mind could think about was how close he was to the one place that was straining in my jeans.

He took hold of one of my hips with one of his hands, and applied a pressure that I had taken notice to. Was Pete going to suck me off? My heart began to hammer in my chest quite violently as his fingers took hold of the waist band of my underwear and jeans, and he planted a sloppy kiss just above them. It happened way to quickly as he yanked them down just enough to expose me. Embarrassment blowing up like a bonfire. I wanted to cover myself up instantly, while the cool air caused a large gasp to emit in reaction. I was exposed in the most intimate way, in front of someone I barely know! And I realized he wasn't going to be tender as his hand had grasped me at the base and he plummeted my length right into the heat of his mouth. My emotions were wrecked, I had no idea what to feel except for a raw pleasure. I sighed out, and my hand shot up to cover my mouth. My pleasure sounds were embarrassing me even more so, I wasn't familiar with this, and it felt so good. Everything was melting away, and nothing else existed in that moment except for Pete and I. I almost forgotten how to function, and my knees buckled as he sunk his head down deep, bringing me in his throat. "Fuck!" I cried out as my hands had left my face, to yank at his hair.

I was no where near familiar with any of this. Sex was foreign to me, and any feeling such as this were nothing I'd ever felt before.

I couldn't even think straight, and I didn't even care how I sounded anymore as the boy bellow me began to bob his head up and down creating such a delicious friction. My legs were tingling, and my heart was working overtime. There was a thick trail of drool and a mix of pre beginning to form a trail down his chin, which was causing me to worry about what kind of a mess we were going to make. Of course, that was way in the back of my mind. Everything felt too good, to really even comprehend any amounts of worry at the moment. My head was bowed down, and my hair was hanging in my face, strands were beginning to stick to the sweat that was beginning to slick over my forehead.

This was definitely not what a golden boy should be doing. Definitely not what a straight A kid should be doing. Definitely not what someone who's had a crush on a girl should be doing. This isn't what I should be doing. This isn't what should be happening at all. Yet my body was riding it out, and I had a primal need to fuck his throat. I was being vulgar, and I felt like I couldn't control it even if I wanted too. I was moaning and gasping on a regular basis, and muttering little words that didn't have any significant meaning. Mostly expletives and words of encouragement. These were things completely out of character, I was a gentleman and a polite person. I'm a reasonable and logical guy, and I was throwing that out the window as I was sputtering out sweet nothings. A pressure was building and I was so close I was almost whining, but he pulled away and I immediately felt disappointed. I opened my eyes and he was looking up at me. I instantly wanted to cover my face. I didn't want him to see me like this. It was awful.

Even just looking at him was such a lewd sight. My cock in the palm of his pale hand, while his flushed face was tilted up, to gaze at me through his messy array of bangs. I was too self conscious to look back once I had looked away. I took to nibbling on my lip as a distraction, I knew this whole scenario was going to mess up our entire reality, yet I was doing nothing to stop it.

"You look really adorable like that." He muttered in his soft stressed voice that had grown deeper and huskier over the years. At a time like this he said such things? I didn't even think I was drunk anymore. I think I had sobered up quite awhile ago. I had no choice but to look back down at the boy, to show him I had heard him. His eyes were blown with lust, and I was too nervous to directly lock our gazes. It felt deeply intimate to do so. And I gotten even more shaken when I began to notice his own arousal in his other hand. He had apparently been getting off with me. After knowing that, I felt like we had crossed the line. It was like as soon as both he and I walked into the waters of getting off with each other, I had to start questioning my sexuality. This wasn't normal! And I was about to open my mouth for the first time, and speak some logic, but he took that away by sucking at the head of my dick causing my body to shudder in response. The only thing that came out of my mouth, was a groan of satisfaction. His tongue had lapped at the slit, and it wasn't taking long for my sensitivity to begin coming to another build up. It only took a few more seconds of him dipping down and back up, while applying a delicious sucking that my orgasm began to simmer right back to the point where he left it earlier. I think he sensed it by the grip I had given his hair. And right after that I had tensed up, and my mind went blank

My entire body coursed with such an intense pleasure I could barely see straight. I cried out at the feeling, the waves washing over me like a steady tide. It didn't last long before I became numb, and could do nothing but whine while the feeling dwindled down. To my surprise he swallowed any mess that could have ruined this expensive carpet. My breathing was ragged, and when he pulled away I sunk down as my legs had given to my weight, whilst still tingling in bliss. In the heat of the moment I started to kiss him once more, and out of instinct-jerk him off. He wasn't expecting it, and he must have been doing it to himself for quite awhile before I, because it didn't take long before we had ruined the carpet anyways. It was definitely an interesting sight seeing him play through the throes of passion that I had felt just a few moments before hand. Then afterwords he and I just sat there, breathing in our heated air. I suppose we both needed some time to come down form any post orgasmic state.

But it was weird when the high had begun to go down. It was like everything was suddenly louder and I became more aware of our surroundings. The thrumming music was once again being acknowledged, while it was playing some shitty mainstream crap you would hear on every radio station every few hours. The teens were still bustling around outside and the arguments had seemed to become even more heated then when they started out. The world hadn't gone away, only my care had gone away in that moment. And the longer we sat there, the more I could feel the anxiety building in my mind. I needed to get out of that room, to breath some air away from the man who had just given me my first blow job experience. I feebly stood up to fix my pants shut, and he followed suit two seconds later. I was scared to be honest. And any tipsy feeling I had gone into that scenario with was gone, I was stone cold sober. And judging from Pete's movements, and ability of coordination, so was he. I wasn't sure what to say to him, or if I should talk about it or not. All I could do was sit in silence, because I was obviously the pussy of the two. I couldn't find my voice, where as he broke the quiet like a man. "Mike, what time is it?"

There was two things wrong with that statement. One, he had used my actual name. Two, there was absolutely no hostility directed at me like usual. I visibly tensed when he spoke, like the words had somehow assaulted me. I felt skiddish, but none the less, pulled out my phone to give him an answer. "2:30." I said simply. He nodded.

"I wonder how long this one will last before the police show up." It was my turn to nod. I couldn't tell if I was happy or even more shaken with the fact he didn't bring it up at all. I was still stuck wondering if I had wanted to discuss it or not. However I kinda didn't have a choice any longer as we both stood up, and left the room only to immediately part ways. Leaving it at that had left me to believe that this was never going to be spoken of again. And shortly after trying to mingle once more, I had decided that I was going to leave. There was no point in trying to act normal when your hands were still shaking. So I left without looking back, and I didn't say goodbye to anyone. I was actually in shock still. I was flabbergasted that I had let that happen. It was probably all my fault. And I probably made Pete hate me even more then he did. I wanted to apologize, but I also didn't want to bring it up. And the more I was thinking about it the more it made me sick to my stomach. How I was going to deal with this at school, I was not sure. I knew eventually I'd have no choice but to face him. And fate had it's funny ways of making things worse. A few weeks ago I had volunteered to be a tutor in his math class for an extra credit towards grad. And if I could tell the future I would have turned that down.

I sighed in frustration with my hands dug deep in my pockets. I wished life wasn't so stupid at times, and I wish I could turn back and make the right choice. To be honest it was feeling as if leaving it hanging was going to be worse then actually mentioning anything. But I just couldn't fucking do it. But maybe it was just tonight that I was feeling that way, maybe tomorrow I'd have the courage to speak up.

I felt so stupid. I had officially caused something that was irreversible for the first time in my life. Regret was a foreign feeling for me, I always make the right choices, and usually shine with a confidence like no other. But right now as I was walking down the street well sated, I had my head hung low and I felt like I was caving in on myself. I felt very insecure. My lips felt swollen, and my neck was bitten up-oh the irony. I knew for a fact that I looked pretty horrible. The worst of it all was how I was going to deal with this in the long run. I had fucked up, and I had fucked up bad.

Oh Kaadian.. Why did you start out with smut? Well, I have my reasons (Sure you do..) This is actually going to turn into something that isn't just smut. I plan to have lots of fun with this one! Feedback is appreciated, and I hope you enjoy.