She sat on my bed, her arms crossed with an angry expression on her face. I stood there before her, still blushing from my kiss with Chatterer.

"Where have you been?" she asked. It sounded like she had been waiting for a good while.

"What are you doing in my room, Samantha?"

"I was thinking about some things at home. My mother won't let me near you because she also thinks you're a murderer. But you know what? I don't care. I'll stay with you to the very end."

"Samantha, you're being foolish. How did you get in here?"

"I crawled in through your window. Oh yeah, your parents aren't here."

"Where are they?"

"They went out on a date. I don't think they'll be home for a few hours."

"Why are you here?" She got up and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"I've come here to finally get what I've been wanting for two years now," she whispered in my ear. She took off her shirt, exposing her see through bra to me. She then opened up my vest and pushed me onto my bed. I felt scared and vulnerable for some reason. She started taking off her shorts and got onto my lap.

"I'm not going to fuck a boy wearing a dog collar." She tried to take it off but was unsuccessful. She became annoyed and started tugging at the collar.

"Take this damn thing off!" I grabbed the second chain and told her, "This will never come off," and pulled it.

She looked at me and appeared to be even more annoyed. Before she could speak, a knife came out of her chest. I looked up to see the very Cenobite I've been waiting for: Chatterer. He stabbed his knife through Samantha's back and made sure it came out of her chest. She spat up blood and then toppled over onto the floor. She was dead.

Chatterer looked up at me as I jumped on him and hugged him. His arms wrapped around my hips as I cried into his chest.

After a few minutes of my crying, he placed me on my bed, took a notebook and a pencil, and started writing. He gave me the notebook and wrote: Would you like to explain to me what's going on?

"I don't understand." He took the notebook and wrote: Did Samantha ever know about your sexuality?

"Yes. When we got together, I found out that I wasn't that attracted to her. I told her I might be gay but she said we should stay together and see what happens. I never could see her as someone I wanted to be with. I only stayed with her so that no one would find out that I was gay. When she started asking to have sex, it made me more uncomfortable. I always told her I wasn't ready but the truth was I didn't want to have sex with her. I was planning to dump her after graduation but this had to happen."

Is that also why her mom called you a faggot? Because she also knew?

"I'm not sure how she found out because I told Samantha to not tell anybody."

Do you like me? I looked at Chatterer as if he were insane.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have done any of that back there if I didn't like you." He put his hand on my face and brushed some hair away from my face. He leaned in and we kissed again. His other hand went to my collar, tracing the tiny little chains and then tracing his fingers down my chest. I gasped at the sudden feeling, which made our lips come apart. He picked up the note book and wrote: Is it too soon?

"No. I just wasn't ready."

Do you want to have sex with me? Or would you rather just kiss? I blushed and gulped before I gave my answer, which I'm sure he already knows.

"I trust you enough to have sex. Besides, I think my parents will be gone for a long while." He laid me on my back, opened up my vest, and licked at my chest. My breathing grew heavy again and I was beginning to moan.

He stopped, sat up, and started taking off his leather shirt thing. As soon as it was off, I started rubbing and kissing down his chest. He was slightly muscular but his chest was really smooth. I licked his nipples for a bit until he pulled my head up to slip his tongue in my mouth. He laid on top of me as we made out.

I felt a bulge rub up against me several times, making me excited. I started to get a little hard thinking of things I wanted both of us to do to each other.

Chatterer's hands went up my legs to the rim of my pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled down both my pants and my boxers. I was now fully exposed to him and almost fully erected.

He put my penis into his right hand and started stroking it. I immediately arched my back and clutched my sheets. The feeling of his hand touching me felt so great. It felt better knowing it wasn't against his own will either. He stroked me until I felt this great release coming through me. I moaned out Chatterer's name before coming all over his hand.

He wiped it on my sheets and got on top of me. I moved down under him to where my face was close to his pelvis. I took off his leather pants to see that he wasn't wearing any underwear (Or do all Cenobites do that?). It didn't matter since I knew what I wanted to do to his penis.

I put my hands on his butt and pulled his pelvis down to me. I put his penis into my mouth and began to suck. A few seconds after I started sucking, his legs started moving and tried wrapping around my back. I continued sucking at a moderate speed until his juices spilled inside my mouth. I swallowed the weird tasting substance that came out of him before taking my mouth off his penis, moving back up to his face, and kissing him. We slipped our tongues in again, tasting his insides while doing so.

We stopped making out, Chatterer turned me onto my side, and got behind me. I knew that this was going to hurt but I don't care. As long as it was him who was taking my virginity, I didn't care how bad it hurt.

He put his right hand on my penis and stroked it again, he put his left hand on my mouth to probably silence my screams, and the unbearable pain I had imagined finally came. He thrusted inside me and my loud scream came out in a high muffle. He thrusted slowly into me, understanding that I can only feel pain right now. The more he slowly thrusted, the more I started crying. It hurt so much. I couldn't get hard because I was concentrating too much on the pain.

It took awhile but I started feeling a bit aroused in my butt. I moaned into his hand and he thrusted a little harder. The pain returned and I had to get use to the new speed again. It felt like hours before I was completely use to it but it was all worth it.

I was finally at a good speed that felt very satisfying. I was also becoming hard right after I got use to everything. It was one of the best feelings in the world to me. Not only was I having sex with my lover, I was being stroked with quick pace, my muffled moans were such a thrill to our ears, and I finally felt at peace after all these complicated events.

I came after some time and then Chatterer came inside me. I screamed out into his hand in pleasure. It felt so amazing!

Chatterer kept his right hand limply on my penis and removed his left hand from over my mouth. I gasped and tried to catch my breath after al this. I'm sure I would never forget about this for as long as I live.

"Mmmmmmmmm, Chatterer," I moaned after inding all my breath, "That felt so good." He rubbed my head for a bit until we heard the front door open. Chatterer retrieved his knife from Samantha's back and got ready to use it. I put my hand on his shoulder again.

"No, I'll get into more trouble if you kill them. Do you want that to happen?" He shook his head and turned back around to me. I felt the tip of his blade and thought about something. Something I wasn't sure Chatterer would do.

"Chatterer, please kill me."