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“You’re out of your fucking mind!” I practically shouted at Solyaris but this chab just laughed in return.

“C’mon, Panya,” came his retort. “Don’t be such a wuss.”

“Getting stoned in a fuckin’ graveyard in the dead of winter isn’t exactly my idea of a enjoyment night,” I told. Surely he’d listen to reason.

“But look at this place,” Solyaris countered. “It’s quiet, it’s spooky, it has a sort of eerie angel to it. No one’s intend to come looking for us here. We’ll have the entire place to ourselves.”

“Just us and the ghosts,” I laughed. “But seriously, it’s fuckin’ freezin’ out here and there’s six inches of snow on the ground.”

“And we won’t even notice it one time we’re high,” Solyaris replied.

He had a point there but we could easily freeze to death if we got stoned enough. By the time I thought of this, this guy was already out the door and I could hear his feet making crunching sounds in the snow. Reluctantly, I left the warmth of the car and went after him. I knew what Solyaris was like all likewise well and he’d just smoke the joints out of me if I let him.

Running carefully to catch up, I found him sitting on a stone bench that he’d cleared of the snow and covered with a wool blanket.

Motioning for me to sit down, Solyaris unzipped his jacket and took out a reefer, lit up and took a deep drag. I sat down next to him but, damn, even with the blanket, the bench was fucking cold! Solyaris passed me the joint and I took a drag on it, being careful not to inhale likewise deeply. I wanted to pace myself and I wanted to be sure at least one of us was sober sufficiently to receive us back to the warmth of the car.

After we finished off the first joint, Solyaris took out another and we passed it back and forth, likewise. By the time we finished off our second joint, I was pleasantly buzzed but Solyaris looked like this guy was stoned out of his mind.

Turning toward me, Solyaris got a curious look on his face and then he smiled, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked! everyone knew I was gay, ’cuz I was out and proud. I’d been out since midst school and, except for an occasional negative comment, almost all kids respected me. It prolly didn’t hurt that I had a black belt in karate and could take nearly anyone down.

Solyaris Lowery was one of the most popular boys at school. that guy was the captain of the football team, the class president and a straight-A student. this guy had a reputation as a ladies’ man, playing the field but not ever settling on just one. Although I’d known him for years, that guy was little more than a close acquaintance and of course not somebody I’d think of as a ally. I’d wondered why he’d asked me if I’d like to go out for a night on the town with him. Perhaps this was his idea of a date.

As this chab pulled away from the kiss, he had a goofy grin on his face. “You don’t know how pretty u are, Panya. You’re so graceful and gracious . . . you have an inner strength I find irresistible. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy.

“I don’t know how u manage it,” he continued, “being out and all. I could at no time do that. My teammates would beat me to a pulp if they knew.”

“Somehow I don’t think anyone could beat you to a pulp,” I replied. “You’re all muscle!”

“I’ve been in a lot of fights over the years,” Solyaris challenged, “but if sufficiently of my teammates jumped me, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Maybe you should take up karate, like me,” I suggested.

Laughing, this guy said, “I don’t have the agility for karate . . .”

“That’s fucking bullshit,” I countered. “You have the ability to dodge a field full of two-hundred-pound football players with ease, pass the ball with pinpoint accuracy while in the centre of being tackled, and jump over a hurdle of linemen to score a touchdown. Somehow I think you have sufficiently agility to learn karate.”

“It won’t aid me with the ’rents,” this guy said sadly, “and it won’t give me a place to stay when they throw their son out on the street because he’s homo. No, coming out for me is not an option.”

There wasn’t much I could say to that, so instead I said with a smile, “Let’s not worry about any of that for now. Let’s just have a fun the night.”

Before I knew what was happening, Solyaris was on me again, his tongue probing my mouth. this chab was one hawt lad and I could hardly resist. pretty soon our zippers were open and we were face-to-face with each other’s intimate anatomy. I’d had sex before but no one had ever given me a oral stimulation like Solyaris did that night.

I guess the pot was stronger than I’d thought, ’cuz I musta blacked out.

I woke up to find myself sitting alone in my car, out in the graveyard of all places. I had a vague recollection of getting high with someone else and maybe of having sex with them, but I couldn’t remember for the life of me who it was or where we’d gone. I couldn’t fathom why I’d driven to the graveyard afterwards.

One thing was for sure – I couldn’t stay there. It was snowing heavily and the wind was howling. Even after starting up the motor, running the defroster and using the windshield wipers, I could barely see out the window. It was the start of a blizzard and I needed to receive out of there.

At first my petite Honda Fit appeared to be to be stuck in the snow but, after rocking it back and forth a not many times, it finally pulled free. I had to drive real slow and even though we merely lived a small in number miles away, it took me over an hour to receive there. Man, I was so glad when our house came into view!

Unfortunately, ’cuz it was the weekend, we didn’t miss any school from the blizzard. Classes began at the regular time on Monday morning.

The place was all abuzz when I arrived and the large news was that Solyaris Lowery, the captain of the football team, was missing. he hadn’t been seen since that guy went out on Friday night. That was actually weird – Solyaris’s a popular lad and I couldn’t imagine him ever going off somewhere alone.

Solyaris didn’t show up the rest of the week and everybody thought this chab might have run away, but then the weather started to warm up and the snow started to melt. On Friday morning, we were all shocked to learn that his body had been found in the graveyard by a neighbour walking their dog.

The following week we all learned that Solyaris had died of hypothermia about a week previous to his body was found. Apparently, he’d smoked sufficiently pot to receive the entire fuckin’ football team stoned. I wondered why Solyaris would have been out in the graveyard tokin’ it up alone . . . but then I remembered that I’d been in the graveyard around the time this guy disappeared. I’d gotten high on pot that night. Could I have been with him when this guy died?

Shaking my head, I realized just how ludicrous that thought was. Solyaris and I traveled in different circles. We had totally nothing in common.


“I think they found his body over here,” Kenny told as we walked through the graveyard. that guy was pointing to a stone bench that was hidden from view by a cluster of trees and shrubbery.

It was an unusually warm day for early March and we were the one and the other clothed in nothing greater quantity than shorts and T-shirts. Kenny was my best friend and had been for greater amount than twelve years. I’d had a massive crush on Kenny when I first realized I was gay but Kenny was str8 as could be, and so I’d learned to control my emotions and love him as I would a brother. For his part, Kenny accepted me from the pont of time I came out to him. Our relationship was the epitome of friendship.

When Kenny suggested we check out the graveyard to see where Solyaris Lowery had died, I thought it was a bit strange but Kenny had a fascination with the supernatural, so I was greater amount than pleased to go with him to check it out.

There was something unsettling about the stone bench however, and I was overcome with an overwhelming sense of deja vu.

Suddenly, Kenny turned to me with the strangest look on his face I’d ever seen. It almost didn’t look like Kenny. The look was one I’d have characterized as craving. previous to I realized what was happening, Kenny leapt forward and crammed his lips to mine. His tongue invaded my throat and I swore I felt his erection against my thigh. at no time in my wildest dreams did I think Kenny would be interested in me like that. I’d lengthy ago sequestered my romantic thoughts toward him . . . but now this chab was expressing his towards me! I was in heaven. I kissed him back.

Soon our garments came off and our passion accelerated to levels I at no time knew were possible. We made love, not just sex but love, for not quite three hours in that little secluded patch in the graveyard.

After our breathing had returned to normal and we lay next to every other, side by side, cuddling in the afterglow of the outstanding sex we’d just had, Kenny turned toward me with a very strange look on his face. It was more the look that guy had when this chab was angry or annoyed.

“I don’t know what came over me, Panya,” that guy began. “It was nearly as if I wasn’t in control of my own body. I mean, I’ve always loved you in a way but I at no time felt everything raunchy until today.

“I’m not gay,” he continued, “and I don’t have any crave to have sex with any other boys. before today, I at no time had any crave to have sex with you but smth came over me. Like I said, it’s nearly as if I was possessed or smth. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. I have to tell you, though . . . that was the superlatively good sex I’ve ever had in my life! No beauty has ever made me feel that way . . . ever. After today, I don’t think I could ever have sex with anyone but u. I . . . I desire to be with you, always.”

“But you’re straight!” I countered.

“I know . . . but I’m in love with you and that’s all that matters.” As if to emphasize his point, Kenny then kissed me tenderly on the lips. His kiss felt different than the impassioned kisses of earlier. This kiss felt as if it was from his heart . . . and his very soul.

We spent perhaps one more hour with every other in the graveyard, just making out, but it was beginning to receive chilly so we reluctantly got up and reached for our clothing. As I started to get dressed, I felt a strange sensation come over me, as if I was no longer in control of my own body. It was as if someone or something had taken over and my mind was along for the ride.

A voice came to me from inside my head and I heard the words, “You left me here to die.” I recognized the voice – it was the voice of Solyaris Lowery! “You left me here to die but you don’t even remember it, do you? I loved you, Panya. I loved you with all my heart. The sex we had was the most excellent sex, ever. Obviously, I meant no thing to you. you left me here to die.

“Now it’s your turn to know what it’s like to lose the one u love. Now, vengeance shall be mine.”

I couldn’t stop myself – I felt my body lunging forward toward Kenny. I wanted to stop myself – I tried – but I wasn’t in control. With a black belt in karate, I could kill with a single blow. I cried tears of grief, realizing I was about to kill my most excellent friend, the lad I loved with all my heart.

I watched as Kenny turned toward me at the last moment. I cried out in torment as a look of horror took over his face on seeing my naked foot flying throughout the air towards his neck. . . .

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