Leprosy... The real story

Chapter 1

     RICKS PEOVE

     The cold, unforgiving basement walls stared back at me as I debated taking the last bit of heroin prescribed by my docter. I was hardly in pain, but I needed something to occupy myself with. Being away from Chuck was always in this fashion: it was always a scramble of trying to find some way to distract myself until are next reuniting. My brute mother screamed at me from upstairs, yet the coblestone walls muffled her cruel words. At this point, it had been a weak, and all I wanted to do was hold Chuck in my scuffed, working arms.

     I couldn't hardly take it anymore, so I ran and ran and ran. Past my mother, past the oppressive environment that surrounded me, and past all out there who saw me as a caper. I stood outside Chuck's cottage, awaiting his tender blue eyes to meet mine and look at me in a way no one ever has before. I heard a scuffing noise walking toward me, and before I knew it, my darling Chuck was in my arms again. I held him closer then I ever had before, and his deeply-set eyes entranced me to my very core. Our lips collided, and are hands followed. We did not give much of any care to anyone observing our crimes. All we cared about was each other, and our bodies reiterated that knowledge.

     "My darling... My quench for your beautiful skin against mine has been nearly too much to bear these insufferable days we have been parted." My lips brush his neck, leading down his cholerbone and making him shiver under my hot breath. "Oh Rick I- Ohhh..." His p* seems to get our notion as well, for it is growing under my hands' touches. I run a delicate finger over his veiny, yet supple, member and he squirms from my power. I feel like a god in these moments--Chuck's moans were all I needed to feel omnipotent. If this is love, 'tis all I need.

     As his meber pulsated in between my tight hand, I noticed a scuffing sound in the shrubbery that surrounded us. I made a conshus decision to ignore it; I had Chusk's sweet lamps making contact with mine. Suddenly, the shrubbery danced more significantly; and before I knew it, my mother and Chucks' appeared before our eyes. Bare and mortified, we scuffled to the corner, still clinging to each other and stuttering in a desperate attempt to escape the tussle we got ourselves into.

     "Preposterous! I always knew my son was a poof!" My own mother spat insult after insult in my red face, averting her eyes from my nakedness.

     "Mother, I-" "Enough! Your out of the house, once and for all! Ridiculous, Mrs. Schuldiner, I tell you..." My sobs could not hardly be contained, and my distraught face turned to bury itself in Chuck's pecs.