Damnation! (18+ ONLY)

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<N/A: Hi, thank you for checking out this book... It is a very dark homoerotic book. When I first wrote this I was just doing it for fun testing my limits, on what I could create. Then, when the idea of this book came, I had to create it. I am really happy that it is getting a lot of attention now. But I have to say that the sequel gets even better because I have learned to structure my writing properly. On this book, I still need to do a lot of editing. But slowly but surely we're getting there. Anyway hope you enjoy because it does go very dark. Happy reading. >

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He was everything I have ever wished for in a man, he was gorgeous, he was hyper masculine and he was very sexy.

But I couldn't have him because: 1. He was my next-door neighbour,
2. He had a girlfriend,
and 3. I was just a gay minor who was still studying in high school. But I had a crush on this weird man and his name was Jackson Man.

He would often catch me starring at him and he would ask me, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

I would then stare away.

I really wished he would feel half, of the things I felt for him, so that I can finally explore my sexuality with him.

He would often break so many rules, like cussing in front of minors or hang on the bulcony, with his hard-on. He was only wearing his underwear and he would make it twitch on purpose just to get a reaction. Specifically from me. He had no fricking shame.

Sometimes he would even fuck his girlfriend, with his window open and everyone could hear them.

He would sometimes invite his friends over to his apartment and he would tell them how he could fuck a gay male for money and then leave them after they are destroyed with his dick.

He called it: "Getting a fag dick-matized."

Some of his friends considered him to be crazy, but for some strange reason I believed him.

He would often threaten me, in private. And he would say stuff like 'I smelled gay' and that if I really am, 'he would fuck it out of me.'

Our apartments were literally side by side, to each other. So me and my mom, we interacted more often with him.

I lived with my foster mother. He would sometimes flirt with her and she would blush (as usual).

He really did once, tried to cheat with her, but my mother does have some standards and even some self-control... Whatever you can call it, she had resisted him.

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I was the only one who was curious enough and wanted to know, what was going on with him?

My mom did despise him sometimes because she would warn me in private to be not mixed with the likes of him. But it was hard to stay away from him. I craved to be ruined by him, At least for just one night. It thrilled me to hear how he made his girlfriend scream.

They often fucked while playing the radio so loudly, but we could still hear them doing it.

I know it is very creepy for me to be snooping on our neighbours like that but I really needed him to keep his promises. I wasn't really gay for anyone else, except for him.

He would pseudo-flirt with me and it made me curious, as to why he would tell me about fucking, while he was so against everything gay?

He most definitely was a cheater, he would cheat so much on his girlfriend and I thought it was such a foul thing for him to do.

I confronted him about his cheating and told him that I was going to tell his girlfriend. That's when he would change the topic and ask me, about me not having a girlfriend and I needed something that was very hard and strong? Then I would notice that he was referring to his manhood.

That man was weird like that and he had weird fetishes, but that is what I low-key really liked about him.

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One fucking day happened, that day changed my whole entire life.

It was on a party, that was hosted by Jackson... That day he seemed to be way too kind for my liking because he envited me, of all people to attend it. It was on the the top of our apartments.

There, he had even invited gay men. Which was a huge surprise for me.

There was a specific guy who was seemingly a drag queen, he started arguing with him about his homophobia. He was telling him that straight people needed to be more empathetic to gay people and not talk shit about them and their sex lives because they might also wake up being gay one day. It was really a weird analogy because Jackson was so not a butt buddy, but he was a pussy destroyer.

The drag guy was really pretty for a male and he was wearing his scotched stalking, with a pink mini skirt. It got me thinking about, how did Jackson meet this guy? He was also quiet the whole entire time. Seemingly, passive as this was happening.

I laughed as I thought that he had met his match, because he had always told me how he would fuck my gayness out of me. Finally somebody told him the business.

He saw my reaction to this...

He suddenly whispered something on the drag guy's ear. The guy nodded his head and they went on a secluded place.

Now, because I was very sneecky and conniving girl, I followed them.

They went inside Jackson's apartment and I went to snoop on his window. Something told me that something was about to happen.

There, I saw everything that they were doing. He was asking him to look for something besides his bed. The drunk and oblivious pretty guy, did as he was told.

Suddenly Jackson lowered his pants and lifted the guy's skirt. When he attempted to protest, he pushed him further down and coated his dick with saliva as he started to insert his manhood inside of him. He didn't even wear a condom.

They drag guy started screaming saying that he was still a virgin and that he doesn't like guys anymore, but Jackson didn't budge and listen to him. He yelled at him and said, "I told you to STOP TALKING SHIT! YOU SAID YOU LOVE DICK AND NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE You! LET'S SEE IF YOU WOULD STILL LOVE IT AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU!!!"

"I am sorry Jackson! Ahhh!!! It really is painful and your dick is so big! Argh!" The guy cried.

I felt so sorry for him. Jackson was just committing a crime on the poor soul.

"YOU'RE NOT Sorry! YOU WANTED TO RUINE MY PARTY, NOW MY DICK WILL RUINE YOUR TIGHT LITTLE HOLE!"

"Jackson?!"

"STOP SCREAMING BITCH!"

He dislodged himself from his ass and turned around and saw me staring at them. He said nothing, he just continued to close the window and played the radio very loudly. He held him with his wig as he tried to escape and he threw him back on the bed.

He then made him face me, he closed his mouth as he continued to fuck him roughly. He was looking at me the whole entire time as he was doing this.

His eyes were not blinking and I saw the guys lose his consciousness, that is when I saw that Jackson was killing the guy. I ran away from that scene emediately.

I realised after a while that I was crying. My mom saw me and she told me that 'we had to leave Seatle' and that we'll now go and live in Paris.

What a big fucking coincidence that was and a huge rescue at the same time...