Gay Erotic Stories

Part 1: Blackened Heart

His name was Steven. He's 18 years old. He hates the world and everyone in it. His parents died when he was 4 and he can't stand living with his grandparents. He has tried to commit suicide countless times, but it never works. Steven obviously isn't your normal teenager. He may look normal on the outside, but inside he is empty. There is a black hole where his heart used to be. And where he used to have a mind he has only hate and lust. His once vibrant eyes only show a cold, steel-like black. He has his reasons to be mad, nothing seems to go his way. After his parents death he moved to his grandparent's house. They were very verbally abusive and tended to ignore him when they weren't. On top of that, he was an outcast at school for his attitude. And the final straw was that two years ago he found that he was gay. Gay! Yet another thing that made him different. Yet another thing that made him hate God, the world, everything.

Steven was incapable of love, and the only emotion he felt was lust. This would drive him to do horrible things in the future. Not having remorse or a conscience made Steven enjoy very dark things in life. He reveled in the joy of torturing things. He dissected animals and such. He was the type of boy who would have pulled the wings off a fly at a young age. Doing things like this put Steven in a state of ecstasy that only a sick and twisted person could enjoy. But as of late, Steven had been tiring of the same old routine. He felt an urge to move up a notch. He began to look at some of his school- mates as more than people to lust for, he saw them as a new type of animal… ones that had not yet met his laboratory. It was not until a few days later did his new plans begin to take form…

Part 2: The Hunting Grounds

Del Oro, or "the hunting grounds" as Steven liked to think of his High School, was attended by 1500 students with 475 of them being in Steven's freshmen class. Of these 475 Steven began making a list of the guys he was to make his prey. It took him very little time to figure out who he wanted. His first victim was to be someone athletic, in shape, and totally hot. The answer to these specifications was a kid named Heath. He spent a couple of days studying his soon-to-be victim. He noted where Heath went after school, who he hung out with, and who would give him trouble proceeding with his plans. After close observations he put his plan into action.

At 2:50 P.M. on Tuesday school let out. Steven silently left his class and stealthily found and followed Heath. Heath always walked home because he lived fairly close. He crept silently in the shadows as his prey casually walked home. Towards Heath's house there is a gas station. Heath had to piss, so he walked into the gas station bathroom. Steven didn't expect it, but he quickly reformulated his plan. As Heath walked out Steven was standing right outside of the door.

"Oh, hi Steven," Heath said nervously.

"Hi Heath, didn't expect to see you here," Steve said nonchalantly.

"Oh, well, I had to take a piss, when nature calls you know," Heath said as he began to walk by Steve.

"Hey, Heath, you have Mrs. Luci's science class for 3rd period, don't you?" Steve asked, putting his new plan into action.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Heath replied as he turned around.

"Um, I was wondering. I don't get that scientific notation crap. Do you think you might be able to come over and help me out with my homework," Steve lied, he was actually very good at his school work.

"Uhh, I guess I could. I'm not needed at home for a while anyway," Heath said getting very suspicious.

"Cool, I live pretty close to the school so we can walk there in like 10 minutes," Steve said as he manically laughed inside his mind.

"Ok, lets go," Heath said.

Part 3: Cat and Mouse

Steve and Heath arrived at Steve's grandparent's house at about 3:15 P.M. Steve guided Heath around the back of the house to a rather large shack in the back.

"I like to live out of the house," Steve explained as they walked towards the shack.

Steve told Heath to go ahead and go in to the shack because he needed to go get something from the main house. As Heath opened the door Steve silently snuck up behind him and pulled something out of his pocket. Heath pushed the door and was shocked to see what appeared to be some kind of torture chamber. As he turned around to run he saw Steve standing there smiling with a syringe in his hand. Steve leaped at Heath and covered his mouth. He expertly put the needle in his arm, injected it, and pulled it out in a seemingly single motion. Heath kept trying to fight but he felt his senses dulling and his world getting darker… Soon he was completely asleep.

TBC…

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