Damnation 2 (When darkness breeds itself) [18+ ONLY]

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The great fall...

Joshua :

I noticed a new boy who was not from around this place. He was wearing a very metrosexual outfit. It was very rare to find guys like him in this side of town.

I noticed him as I was working during my shift. I used to work part time on my grandfather's bar-restaurant. It was a restaurant during the day and a bar at night. He seemed to be kinder lost and he did look extremely hot... I wasn't allowed to say that out loud because we lived in a very homophobic neighbourhood. Gay people were not just called fruits or ferries, the got haunted and torched in my side of town. It had been long since I have seen any of them...

That's why I was even shocked when I saw this oblivious boy, walking inside of this restaurant. Did he know what happened to people like him. I was a little gay myself at some point in time but I decided to date a girl so that I would not be victimised.

I won't lie when I that the boy didn't turn me on because he did. I could do a lot of wild things to him if both of us can be placed in the same room together. He set at the bar area, he started ordering food. As turned on as I was I needed to be act quickly, to save this boy. So I did one thing that I could master very well. I walked up to the boy and I said, "Ferries are not allowed in this restaurant, scram!"

He stared at me long and hard, he then looked at me up and down. He then said, "Pardon me, but you were saying?"

"Argm, I-I was saying that Gay people are not allowed to dine on this bar." Damn, I was already stuttering around him.

He glared at me and said, "What makes you think that I might be gay?"

"Urgh man, the way you're dressing. I mean who dresses like that?" I bluntly asked him.

He looked at me with these crazed eyes and then he said, "Well is it a millennium thing to use stereotypes? I am a metrosexual man... I guess you wouldn't know what that means since you have your IQ..." He stared away, as he continued to look at the menu.

I didn't want to walk away just yet. I seemed to be stuck on the fact that he did want to leave, I was shocked by this because I know how intimidating I am. I am a big buff guy any horny gay guy, would have obliged to my remarks, irrespective of how disrespectful they were.

"Do you need something?" He asked me this, still looking at his menu.

"I mean I am still waiting on you to leave and you look like you're underage. Minors are not allowed on this type of restaurant because we serve beverages... You need to be 21 going upwards and to dress like a heterosexual man if you're a man, we don't want our customers to feel uncomfortable." I explained this waiting for him to understand our rules and leave.

We lived in a very conservatory neighbourhood. There was no time for shitting around, on this neighbourhood. Another thing is the fact that he was mixed and not a completely white person. I noticed how his hair was like an African American afro, while he still had a Caucasian descent through the paleness of his skin. He was definitely not welcome on our facility.

"Sir, I have walked a mile to come to this place, they're no other restaurants around. I can't just leave until I have gotten my meals and what I was sent here to do..." He told me that looking for more reasons I should kick him out.

I looked at him and thought, maybe I should make him an offer while he is still here, an offer that he could not refuse. Then I blurted this out, "Okay I will give you a free meal, on the house, but you seriously need to be somewhere else. Not here... You can get into serious trouble when you're here."

"Okay, where can I go? My legs are really sore. It can't be on a place that is not comfortable..." He told me. I offered him a smile because I thought that he was going to be a hard nut.

I took him by his hand and I led him to my car, outside.

"Wait for me, here." I said that, as I opened the door for him to enter. After he had entered, I slammed the door in Jubilation because my dreams were coming true tonight.

I was going to feed my stick with a warm wet-hole.