Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:06:30 -0800 From: John Smith <krazytop@gmail.com> Subject: Bone to Bone-Part IV: My Valentine Bone to Bone Characters: Striker-yours truly. Tall, muscled, rough around the edges, eyes green with flecks of brown. Ven-high school friend. Short, eyes green. Darren-my first love. Eyes a deep brown. Phen-best friend at the start of college. Eyes brown with flecks of green. Phan-boy who set off the fire alarm. Eyes a soft brown. Part IV My Valentine *** High School *** It was odd having Darren drive me home like everything was normal. He kept stealing glances at me and smirking. I didn't know what to say. "What do you mean, you love me?" he asked quietly. It was only the second time he had referenced the Valentine's Day note. "You'll know when it happens to you," I said softly. The rest of the ride was silent, save him thumbing through his IPOD and choosing songs. He slowed down in front of my house. I gulped. "See you tomorrow, Darren." I reached for the door handle, but the lock clicked shut. "What?" I said, looking at Darren. But a dark smile had curled onto his face. One I had never seen before. He slammed the accelerator. "Where are we going?" I whispered. "Just listening to some music," he said, sneering. He selected a track on his IPOD and turned the car. He started to sing along. " Na na na na na na na na na. Translation," He looked me straight in the eye, as the songbeat scraped at my ears. I shrugged with discomfort. The song continued, Darren syncing it word for word. "So you can suck my dick--"--Darren glared into my eyes --"-- if you don't like, my shit." His smile opened, and I saw his glinting teeth. "Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!" "Darren, what is this shit?" I asked, startled. "I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost. Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across. I light a candle and place it up on the mantle. Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle!" "Please turn this off," I said. "This makes me want to die," I whimpered, trying to fake a smile. "Cuz once you are hung from the drapes--it's curtains," he muttered. I stared forward, taking in where we were driving. He had turned again. We were on the street behind our street--going back towards where we had started. Aimlessly. "Please--man," I said. "Please, what are you doing?" The song was back to the chorus. "So you can suck my dick--"--Darren smirked at me, his brown eyes dancing--"--if you don't like my shit." He started to rub his shorts. "Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick! Cuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit. Cuz I was high when I wrote this so suck--my--dick!" We had looped around my house but he kept on going. "I'm a compulsive liar, setting my preacher on fire." He was driving me in circles. "Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire." "Please, Darren," I whispered. "Some bitch asked for my autograph. I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed! I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam. All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom." I considered jumping out of the car. "Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked and found chopped up in a trash bag. We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell cause they crew is full of fags"--he glared at me again--"and sweeter than bake sales. Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace. Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums. I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle. Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you!" We rolled around the corner again--the song still wasn't over. "Please," I whimpered. "I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers. Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers. Brigade barricade to bring the noise. While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys!" "This is the worst song I've ever heard," I said. He laughed. "So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit! Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick! Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit! Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck--my--dick!" I swallowed. "Haha...suck my mother--fucking--dick!" The song was fading, and we rounded the block again. He rolled to a halt in front of my house. "That was fucking terrible man," I whispered. "Really?" he said. I unlocked the door, but it locked again before my eyes. He slammed the gas. "Well, I say you can't really judge a song the first time you hear it." He pressed the repeat button. " Na na na na na na na na na. Translation," He looked me in the eye again. His brown eyes were growing black in the shade, as a cloud moved in front of the sun. "So you can suck my dick--"--Darren raised his eyebrows --"-- if you don't like, my shit." He smirked, his mouth curling, his dimples casting lines of shadow across his perfect face. "Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!" He started to laugh, stroking himself with one hand. He moved his fist to his phone and pressed a single button. I got a text message. From Darren. It read, "So what do you say?" He continued rubbing himself through his shorts. My voice started breaking. "If you asked a little nicer, I would," I said aloud. "Like how?" he said, snorting. "Turn this shit off," I pleaded. "We can grab a pizza and watch a movie." "Who pays for the pizza?" he asked. "I'll pay," I offered. "So what, are you like bribing me to have sex with you?" "Fine, you can pay for it," I said, throwing my phone onto the seat. "So are you like a prostitute then?" I glared at him. He started singing along again. " Throw up on the mic. Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site!" "Don't," I begged. He ignored me. "So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit! Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick! Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit! Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck--my--dick!" He had changed his driving route. We curled past the alleyway where we once chiseled worlds out of chalk. We zoomed past the elementary school where we met--its basketball hoops looked so short to me now. I saw glimpses of our favorite park, but he turned the other way. "Nah bitch, I'm retired. Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron! I'm ripped; I'm on an acid trip. My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip! Lettin the record skip! Lettin the record skip...Damn!" Past the line of restaurants we had explored during a long history of monthly half days at school--including the IHOP. Past the gas station where we bought our first pokemon cards, and the Sonic where we got Cherry Limeades during late, warm nights. "Why are you doing this, Darren?" I whispered. "A big Chinese nigga, screamin. I leave ya face leakin. Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin. Take a swing at the deacon!" A silent tear broke the fire in my eyes. "I love you, Darren," I whispered. "Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none! Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun!" "I love you," I said, slightly louder. "So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit! Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick! Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit! Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck--my--dick!" More tears followed through the break caused by the first, and I cradled my head. I didn't want him to see. I looked into his eyes, gulping quietly, my nose wrinkling as I dammed the tears back, so that if he looked, all he could see was my tempered scowl. "Suck my mother--fucking--dick!" Ten years. He had been my best friend for ten years. "I guess I didn't time that correctly," He said, laughing. "Oh--well--we got to listen to SOMETHING while I figure out where we go next." He pushed the repeat button again. " Na na na na na na na na na. Translation," He started yelling. "SO YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY SHIT! CUZ I WAS HIGH WHEN I WROTE THIS--SO SUCK--MY--DICK!" He was always the nicest guy. Everyone loved him. I just loved him a little more than most. It must have been me. I was the odious one. The one that brought out the worst in people. How could a boy that saves baby birds, rescues dogs from shelters, and dreams of helping animals for a living--how could he do this to me? "SO YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY SHIT! CUZ I WAS HIGH WHEN I WROTE THIS--SO SUCK MY DICK! CUZ I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY SHIT! CUZ I WAS HIGH WHEN I WROTE THIS--SO--SUCK--MY--DICK!" Because I wasn't an animal. I was a monster. No wonder he couldn't look me in the face. I couldn't look myself in the face--not after that. It was easy not to shave from then on--why would anyone want to see any trace of my ugly soul? I just left it covered in dirt and hair--as it belonged. "SO YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY SHIT! CUZ I WAS HIGH WHEN I WROTE THIS--SO SUCK MY DICK! CUZ I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY SHIT! CUZ I WAS HIGH WHEN I WROTE THIS--SO--SUCK--MY--DICK!" He laughed. "SUCK MY--MOTHER--FUCKING--DICK." We rolled to a stop in front of my house. I just sat there. Eventually, he unlocked the door. "Goodbye, Darren," I whispered. The song was laughing, but Darren said nothing. *** College *** "I love you," Phan whispered, sucking softly on my bottom lip. I paused, looking into his glittering eyes. "I love you too, Phan," I said. He smiled. He struggled with the lock, then thrust the door open. "My roommate promised he won't be back tonight," he murmured. "Happy Valentine's Day." In the center of the room was a downy, crimson blanket covered in rose petals. On one side rested a bowl of plump rinsed strawberries, with every leaf cleanly cut off. On the other side bubbled a pot of melted chocolate. Phan grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. He laughed as he tugged me down onto the blanket beside him. We pulled off each other's clothes and rolled around in each other's arms. "I'm covered in petals," I said softly. "Do you like it?" he asked, his voice quivering. I brushed off my skin. "Of course, Phan," I said, chuckling. He dipped a strawberry in warm chocolate and brought it to my lips. I bit in and closed my eyes. The soft berry gushed over and over as I chewed; the warm chocolate flowed into my mouth; the taste mingled on my tongue--cool, then warm; tart, then sweet; natural, then crafted. I opened my eyes. I slowly dipped a strawberry in chocolate and put it in Phan's mouth. He swallowed it whole, then sucked my finger into his mouth. I smirked and worked it back out. We fed each other seven strawberries as our eyes gleamed. Then, he lied down on his stomach and pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Make love to me," he said softly. I felt my eyes glitter as I looked at the scene before me. The petals dancing cautiously around the blanket; the chocolate solidifying like a settling idea; the sweating strawberries glinting up at me. I dipped a strawberry in warm chocolate--and shoved it into Stephan's waiting asshole. "Oh fuck!" Phan whimpered, struggling slightly, then letting his arms fall limp at his sides. "That's so hot!" he whispered, his eyes glittering back at me, his mouth hanging open. I pulled the strawberry out slightly, then pushed it back in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Phan squealed. "How often is it that the harvest plows you?" I whispered in his ear. "You fucker," he muttered. "Oh god you sexy fucker," he whimpered. The strawberry worked him in until his body went soft. I pulled it out--then with it still in my hand, I pulled his ass cheeks apart. I moved my lips in slowly, then licked his sweet, dripping rosebud. I opened his hole with my tongue then sucked the warm chocolate out of his quivering ass. He couldn't stop moaning. My tongue dug deep, draining the sweet masculine blend into my sucking mouth. He groaned, hitting the ground next to him with his fist, and pushed his sweet ass into my face. I cleaned his ass from the inside, swallowing anything I could get out. Once I had sapped his ass empty, my kisses retreated back to the outside of his ass. The strawberry in my hand had dripped chocolate onto the hill of his ass, so I licked it off. I kissed up his back, and lingered at his ear. He turned to face me. I brought the strawberry to my lips. "Is that--?" he whispered. I raised my eyebrows--and took a bite. I licked my lips, then ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth. Finally, I pulled the rest of the strawberry into my mouth with my tongue--and ate it. We kissed. My hands worked their way back to his ass, pulling his cheeks wide apart--but it wasn't necessary--his hole was open for me now. I snarled and shafted his sweet ass. "Oh, Striker!" he moaned. I kissed him quiet. I grooved the furrow between his ass cheeks; my cock tilled and rolled inside him; I swirled him about until he was wet and fresh. "Damn, Striker, you are so hot," he whimpered. By now I knew how he liked it. I always started him on his stomach--it was the easiest position to rim him and to enter him--because his pinned body couldn't escape penetration. Afterwards, when his hole was wet and loose--and when I was too close to continue--I pulled out and flipped him onto his back. He liked it on his back. The curvature of my cock raked against his prostate with each thrust. Our eyes met as my body loomed over his. I slowly moved in until my lips brushed against his. I planted a soft kiss, my tongue stirring his mouth softly, as he lay there and took it all in. I moved my mouth to his neck, sucking faintly. I kissed up the side of his face until my moist breath rained down on his ear. "Happy Valentine's Day," I whispered. He moaned and struggled playfully, but my thick arms pinned him easily. I continued to plow his ass, as my tongue played down his neck. I kissed his chest, then drank one nipple into my mouth. "Oh Striker," Phan squealed. "God..." I let my mouth leak around his nipple, then sucked it hard. I nibbled it, then ran my tongue around it until it softened. "God, Striker. Oh god!" "You like that?" I whispered, moving back so that my eyes met his. "It's so--intense," he said, his voice fading. "You think that's intense?" I muttered. I started to rock his ass harder. "Striker," he mumbled. "I--I--" He couldn't complete his sentences anymore without moaning or squealing. My cock burrowed deep into his warm ass. I ground deep inside until his eyes lit up, and then I pushed in more. My hands rolled down his chest. I grabbed his legs and held them in the air as I pounded. I sculpted his thighs until they softened, and then I massaged his groin. "Striker," he whispered. I rooted deep inside him, reaching, swelling, straining in all directions. "Fuck Striker! Oh fuck!" he groaned. I felt his ass clamp down around my cock, unsuccessfully choking it out, compressing around it, milking it over and over. His dick was pulsating in the open air. Then, with his eyes alight, I felt it. Thread after thread of cum launched from his dick, spinning out like a spider net caught in the wind, settling and webbing across his chest in silver veins. His eyes were alight. His ass contracted relentlessly around my fucking cock. "PHAN!" I roared, bucking hard into his hole. "Oh, hell yeah," I whispered, burying my cock to the root. With primal force, my cum tunneled into his bottomless seam. It plummeted from my cock, down into the deep unknown. I held him tight, my sweat mingling with his until we stuck. As the sweat evaporated into nothing, I felt we were being pulled into the stars. "I love you," Phan said softly. I paused. "I love you too," I whispered. "I hope you had a good Valentine's Day," he whispered. "It's my favorite holiday." I brushed the hair out of his eyes. "What's not to like?" I held him in my arms until I lost myself in my dreams. --- Author's Note: Please talk to me at krazytop@gmail.com. Also, don't forget to ask for the song playlist.