Philophobia

Symptoms Of a Gay Boy

To start off Amazon and Wattpad didn't have really any decent Lgbtqia+ shot stories/poems. This book is more of a dedication to the lgbtqia+ community. If you want to message me your stories I will gladly put yours in. Pm me. Word count doesn't matter. You don't have to be part of the Lgbtqia+ community. Ally's are always loved and welcome here. Please no discrimination. If you have a problem with the community go somewhere else. I will not tolerate any hate comments on this book. Thank you. Love all of you
-Carter
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I was shoved down to the floor.
"Hey fag!" Someone yelled as their fist collided with my chin. I spat out blood and gave them a bloody grin.
"Come on is that all you got?I've banged your Daddy harder than that." I yell. He slammed me against the lockers. I could see people gathering around us.
"Wow I never expected you to be the one who comes on to me." I whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. He growled and threw me on the ground kicking me.
"You fucking slut!" He yelled kicking harder. The bell rung and he pulled away, my blood dripping off his shoes. I got up and ran into a abandoned classroom.
"No, I am not afraid to die
It's every breath that comes before
Heartache, I've heard, is part of life
And I have broken more and more
Uh I
But I can hope how this will end
With every line a comedy
That we could learn to love without demand
But unreserved honesty," I began to sing, "
If I am not afraid to die
And you are crouching at my door
And suffering is all there is to gain in life
Then what is all this waiting for?
I can see how this will end
In all its bitter tragedy
I'll give you all I have to spend
And you'll give nothing back to me
And I will wait for this to end
The back and forth, the battery
For you, at last, to comprehend
The kind of love of which I speak." I finish. A slow clap played from behind me. I whipped around to see Chase Black, the schools golden boy.
"Go away. Just hit me and leave!" I yell.
"I...I don't want to hit you."
"Bullshit you don't. Just because I'm not closeted like most of the boys in this school doesn't mean I want to suck you. I'm not some scared ass pansy. If it takes a beatin to show that I'm proud of who I really am, then fucking beat me until I'm blind. Just do not think for a second that I'm some scared pansy because most of those closeted gays who roam the hallway aren't as brave as me. I'm not scared of dying, it's every breath before." I yell angrily. He slowly walked closer to me until he was standing in between my legs.
"W-what are y-you doing?" I stutter nervously. He caressed my face and rest his head on my shoulder. He looked me in the eyes before looking down at my lips and kissed me. He taste like cherry lollipops. I realized what I was doing, kissing back, and pulled away.
"What was that?" I yell.
"Those were the symptoms of a gay boy sweet cheeks. Now do you have Narnia's number? I need to let them know they lost a resident." He said winking.