**so basically this is about my oc Luther Mendoza. To imagine him he has long shaggy white hair, eyes so brown they're almost black and slight tan skin. He has many piercings: snake bites, septum, nose piercing on the left side, gauges, and an eyebrow piercing on the right side. He often wears black. And yes, he's supposed to be hot.**
WARNING: **this story contains a bunch of smut, N$FW and bisexuality. And another mention, femboys. If you are sensitive to anything about guns, knives, suicide, r🍇pe and homocide, please reach out to me so that I will attempt to make an alternative. This is also slightly inspired by one of my favourite authors, Emily Micintire (I think that's how you spell it I'm writing this on the toilet right now). Emily, or a friend of hers, I love your happily never after series, I'm currently collecting them so that my family can continue to be disappointed with me and my choice of living. Keep in mind, I'm a dyslexic 14 year old so sorry if things sound stupid. Love ya babes <3**
I was born into the most powerful Mafia family in all of South America. I was born in Guatemala, 1992, October 3rd in the hospital of Guatemala city. I was born with some kind of genetic mutation where my hair was platinum blonde.
My younger sister Gwendolyn was also born with the same mutation. My parents always kept her out of the picture because they thought she was different. With that, she is but she was always my favourite sibling. They ostracized her for wanting to the next Einstein. I always looked up to her for being smart, wishing I was as intelligent as her. She'd rather read books than wanting to pay attention to the family's culture.
2013, September 30th. I walk into my dorm and my roommate, Nick is in his room. Nick had black hair, light skin and dark eyes. I walk into our room. Nick was trying on some shorts. "Oh, hey Luthy!" Nick says to me. I look up to see him in some vulgar shorts. I felt the need to say something, but he was my friend and I barely had any.
"New shorts? I like them, they look good on you." The slight lie slips through my teeth- well, I wouldn't exactly say lie. He did look kind of good though.
"Really? Thank you! I just got them from H&M."
"Yeah. They really express your... personality." He randomly hugs me and then he sits on my lap, his skin against my jeans. My face feels hot and my pants feel tight.
He turns to me and rests his head on my shoulder. "I have a question." He starts off with. "Have you ever dated a man?" I give him a quizzical look.
"No. Not yet, that is."
"Have you ever had sexual relations with a man before?"
I raise my eyebrow, confused why he would ask such a question. I sigh. "Yes.."
"Really? With who?"
"I don't want to get into it." It was strange how he was asking such personal questions. I didn't want to say who because my first time was unwilling. During summer break, my father's friend had sexually assaulted me when he was staying over for the night. I don't really want to get into it too much because I would be arrested for first degree murder. "Is there a reason for such inappropriate interrogation?"
"Well... yes.* he then unexpectedly grabs my cock through my jeans.
