Gender: Male Age: 19 Location: N/A
|Introduction: This is a crappy story I admit, but I had to tell part of it. Its mostly true. You should probably just go on to one of my other ones, this is just me posting this as an exposure to somthing that actually happened. NOTE: to all you kids out there on chat rooms, this is based on that. I fell inlove with a guy on one of those and I got hurt really bad. NEVER assume you know anyone, no matter how close they are to you. Especially if youve never met. I met him, and got my heart broke. Turns out he was fucking with some slutty guy with a weird beard. (people are much hotter in pics children, remember that haha). IF you read this, which i would say dont, especially if youre "Zach" or "Calmin" haha. ok thats all. Later haters. promise the next one will actually be good haha|
I guess it all started sometime during the spring of my freshman year at college. I was away from home, attending a school in hot sunny Florida, and didn’t know anyone. I had spent the day walking campus, looking for friends, but finding few. I spent the night online talking to random people in a chat room, just so I had someone to talk to.
My name is Cameron. I am a freshman. Before you judge me on the whole online chatroom thing, just…realize I’m not a huge freak or pathetic hermit. I actually was pretty popular with the ladies in highschool. I know its weird being were this is posted and all, but I figured I had to get the story out somehow.
Like I said, I’m Cameron McAllister. I am 6’3 with spikey blonde hair, soft blue eyes, an occasional amount of scruff, and a huge…well what’s left of it…heart. I also have a huge passion for muscle cars, which is sort of where this story begins.
I was in this chat room, talking to random kids from across the country. Like usual, I sorted through a list of old pervs on there stalking young guys like me, the occasional 10 year old, and mostly guys my age. It was a gay chat room after all. That said, I wasn’t gay. A little curious yeah, but more just looking for someone to talk to. Then I met “biIL94” or something. His real name was Zach.
We started off talking about cars and mudding and typical guy stuff. Surprisingly, we hit it off really well. I can still remember staring at the image on skype as we opened up a cam to just talk. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
He was sitting on his couch in a small, dimly lit and very country decorated living room. He had short brown hair, cool hazel eyes, and a sweet smile. He asked if he could take his shirt off, and I learned that year summer heat had soared into the hundreds. I was surprised by the tattoo on his shoulder. A cross.
We talked daily that summer, and ended up inseparable best friends. Everyone thought it was crazy, someone I had never met becoming my best friend. I guess they were right, a thousand miles can do a lot to a friendship, but never the less, it flourished.
For a time.
Things began to fall apart later that fall. School started back for me, he didn’t make it in. He got into fights with his parents, lost his virginity to some slut out of highschool, and my parents almost got a divorce. We both came near to complete loss of everything we had. But we still had eachother.
I found out around Halloween that he had dated a few guys during our friendship, most of whom were online relationships, if you call it that, with people he had never met. One lived by me. All were just a phase to get off. I had wondered why we quit talking some months, and later found this to be the case.
We vowed after a fight to be always honest. Our friendship took off like never before. I remember standing in the shower one night, right before Christmas break, and realizing I loved him. I remember the night driving under an overpass on my way back to school when he told me he loved me. All time stopped. The image of rain hitting my windshield as the wipers stopped, car lights passing, time stopped. The soft words he whispered into the phone still play back in my mind, haunting me.
We were brothers. Simply because anything else wasn’t enough. Blood couldn’t even run that thick. I would have done anything for him. I thought the same for him. I found out New Years Eve, on a phone call halfway around the world, that he had abandoned me for a cheap strip club in the ghetto. Once again, the friendship unraveled as he transformed from my best friend into a monster.
Four months passed, and I cried myself to sleep every night. I had lost the one person I had trusted, the one person I had really loved. My heart was literally ripped out. Then one day I got a call. He said everyone deserved a second chance and a friendship like ours could find a way through. Against my better judgment, I obliged.
Instantly we were close again. I relationship like that has no boundaries when unleashed. I fell in love again harder than before, this time determined that nothing could separate us. I guess this is where it begins. The story you are waiting for.
I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. I was on my way halfway across the country, meeting my best friend for the first time.
How do you say hello to someone you are madly in love with and that knows you better than you know yourself, yet you have never met? HI? A handshake? A hug? I settled for a tackle style bear hug.
And that’s exactly what he got when he opened the door to that rickety old house he bought at 18. Like a bowling ball to a pin, I knocked him down, rolling on the floor with a huge grin. We landed me on top, grinning ear to ear, the neighbors peeking around their doors and laughing at our warm welcome.
“HI!” I said, shaking as I rolled off him. I stopped, the reality of finally meeting him hit me. “I love you so much,” I whispered.
He stared back. He never was one for saying I love you. TO my surprise, his eyes flooded a little as he looked down and whispered, “I love you too Cameron.”
We hugged for probably an hour on the floor in silence, not sure what to do.
We spent the week together. I stayed on the floor the first half of the week, and then the other we decided to, being as inseparable as we are, cuddle in the same twin sized bed. Now before your minds get too wild, not much happened. We kissed once the last night. He told me he loved me and wanted me to stay, but I had to get home.
That week he had disappeared some and asked me to run to the store at random times. One night I stayed at my cousins while he was at work. I now know why.
After I said goodbye and promised to visit soon, I drove away in my 1976 Trans Am. One we spent the week driving around in being typical boys. I had to say goodbye right, so I turned around.
I raced up to the door, went to knock, and stopped in my tracks.
“Oh yeah Calmin, fuck me harder. I missed that cock.” I heard. “Ohhhh. Cum for me. On my tongue. Yeah.”
I shook my head. It was Zach.
“Oh glad I can finally come over. You been hidin something?” I heard another man laugh.
“Nah just some friend came to visit.” I heard him say. “So glad he’s gone. I was sick of him. Now shut up and suck my dick.”
The creaking on the couch resumed. A tear started to swell up in my eye. I slid down the door and sat on the step.
“FUCKKKKK!!!” I heard moaned. “Suck it. SUCKKKK ITTTTTT. OOOHHHHH.” Moaning continued as well as a lot of slurping. I sunk my head into my hands, knowing I should never leave or talk to him again.
“Stick it in me Cal.” I heard. “Fuck. FUCKKKK!!! That hurts you huge beast.” I started to cry again. My friend was in there, glad I was gone, and humping away like I was never there.
It stopped. “So was this friend of yours…youre just friends right?”
“You know you can still pump that big veiny cock in me while you talk right? And do I feel tight to you??” he said.
Calmin, I’m guessing was his name, replied, “Pretty. Feel mine.” With that they switched.
I couldn’t take it. I stood up to go. I guess he saw me in the window because he screamed, “Holy SHIT!”
TO keep it simple, Zach ripped his cock out of the short blonde haired boy with a scraggly beard. They frantically put on clothes and raced to the door. By the time they got there, I was already to the interstate, flying over 110. Past the cows. Past the oil wells, and well on my way home. The headlights blazing into the darkness. As dramatic as it sounds, that was the only light in my world then. All the rest was gone with the heartbreaking realization that all I was was a condom on the fuck train in IL.
My phone starting ringing off the hook. Finally I answered. “What?!” I practically screamed.
A voice I didn’t recognize said simply, “Zach hates you.” I didn’t respond. It was the blonde haired boy with the creepy beard.
“Just leave me alone.” I said fighting back a tidal wave of tears.
The boy continued on and on, wanting to know who I was, what I was doing there, and so on. I simply sat there silent. Then replied, “I was his best friend.”
An argument insued over I can’t tell you what, but I can say this Calmin is insanely jealous.
I walked in on my best friend, or so I thought, fucking away with some dirty short blonde rat that stole my best friend. I later learned he went on to become a stripper and eventually, Calmin learned who this Zach I never knew really was. They broke up six months later, after both somehow managed to get some STD. I didn’t care enough to ask.
Its been two years since then, and I haven’t talked to either. I learned later Zach ended up fucking most every guy in the area, all while dating this poor unsuspecting Calmin.
Calmin now works as a delivery guy for a sub shop, where he is the father to a child. Zach continues his job as a stripper, and thus spreads a painful disease, so I heard, to unsuspecting clients.
I know this isn’t a great story, but its almost entirely true. I met my best friend, and he was taken by a little insecure guy who fucked away with him, and in the end, their lives got ruined. I wish I could make up more for yall, but this is it. I thought about walking in on them, but it never happened. I just had to tell the story once, or well parts of it. I swore to never tell the other. Like how he ended up sending me videos of them fucking around the house. (oops it slipped) or how he continued to stay in touch with me, despite Calmins desperate whines for him not to.
I never responded though. Until this.
To make it better, Ill end with a little artistic flare. They both died. How? Well I killed them you see. That’s two bodies that will NEVER be found. And best of all, everyone will never know they’re missing I suppose. You see, I killed them in a unique way. And they are forever together, just like they were when I came back and found them.
Love Always, the psycho, Cameron.
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