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SummaryThis story is about an immortal shape-shifter falling in love with a human boy.
Publ. 1999-2000 (Nifty); this site Dec 2016
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CharactersJohan (14yo) and Luke (looking 15yo)Category & Story codesBoyfriend story/Science Fictiontb – cons no explicit sex WARNING: some violence (Explanation) |
DisclaimerIf you are under the legal age of majority in you're area or have objections to this type of expression, please stop reading now. If you don't like reading stories about men having sex with boys, why are you here in the first place? This story is the complete and total product of the author's imagination and a work of fantasy, thus it is completely fictitious, i.e. it never happened and it doesn't mean to condone or endorse any of the acts that take place in it. The author certainly wouldn't want the things in this story happening to his character(s) to happen to anyone in real life. It is just a story, ok? |
Céladon's NoteI did some editing, mainly correcting interpunction and spelling errors, but I also did change some words. The author did not add his e-mail address to the story back in 1999. From the writing style, the grammatical errors and certain other features in the text (before editing) I got the strong impression this story is written by Pyro (see for his other stories the author's list). |
Chapter 1My life is a weird one, well it is from a human's point of view. Before I get into telling you about my first love maybe I should tell you a bit about myself. Usually when people tell you about themselves they start with a name, but you see I don't have one. It's true every now and again I choose a name to keep for a couple of years, but if I get bored of it I change it, now I think of it the strangest name I have ever had has to have been D'kreak. No wonder the bloody Aztec civilisation ended in war, people kept on getting their names wrong! You know that can really piss people off, especially the Aztecs they were such a proud people. I suppose you want to know what I look like too, well; this is where it gets a little tricky. You see I can be anything I want, because I am what your species call a shape-shifter. For those people who don't know a shape-shifter is a creature that can, well, change its looks at will. In my natural state I just look like a puddle of slimy jelly, I know it's not very attractive but it's me. I am not an alien though, in case that is what you're thinking, I have been on this planet since its creation. I saw the dinosaurs rise and fall, I saw various empires rise and fall, I have been with the human race every step of the way along the evolutionary scale, I just can't believe such a interesting species has evolved from monkeys, I used to eat monkeys! Wait before you go there I don't actually need to eat or drink, my body generates its energy from the sun, just like a plant, but god damn food tastes good. I know you're asking yourself if I'm immortal, so I'll put your mind at ease. I don't like to say the word immortal; it's true I have not actually found anything that can kill me but who knows what could be made in the future, you could create a virus that could kill me. I do have emotions and I can feel things but I don't feel pain in the same way as you do, like the pain you would feel from a broken arm would feel like a pinprick to me. If you're wondering if I am the only shape-shifter out there, well don't; in my time on this planet I have only met one other like me. I guess I'm not what you would call a 'goody too shoes' I have done my share of nasty things in my time, but the other like me was pure evil and hatred, all I'm going to say is the encounter did not go well. Ok, I guess I can tell you, I don't really have any magical powers, well except for the changing shape thing, but I can, if I concentrate really hard, alter a human's perception of reality. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, I can make people see things that are not there. Cool huh? I have another secret too; do you want to hear it? Well, I guess I can be any gender I want but I like to be the male of the species, I only become a woman when I have tried to get a man into bed while been a man and he won't go. I don't really like having sex with women, so I guess that makes me sort of gay – if that is possible. Well I'm not rich, but I do have money. You see I used to be a pirate and I have various bounties hidden all over the world, so if I ever need a bit of money I just dig it up and sell it. Well I guess I better get on with the story huh? The story is about my first love, well technically my second love. You see after I fell in love all those years ago and I watched my lover die of old age, I vowed to never love again, it just wasn't fair on me or them and so I didn't ever love again, until I saw Johan. It was the turn of the century, the year 1999. I had just been wondering around the world, going from place to place, changing from shape to shape as easily as changing my name. I came to Los Angeles, I decided I wanted to get back into society again. With some of my money I bought a secluded house up in the hills. The house was nice, in fact the nicest one I had been in for years, it had like ten bedrooms, I spent the rest of the day shopping I bought all the new gadgets and set up home. The next day I wandered the streets thinking of the simplest way to get back in to society, to get a few friends to hang out with and talk to, I was actually very lonely, my last friend died in the Second World War. It was getting dark and quite chilly and I heard the streets weren't safe at night, I looked around to see if anybody was looking, thankfully the street was empty. With the assurance nobody was looking I morphed into a mean looking figure, a muscled man with low set eyes and a sloping forehead, I found while travelling people tend to stay away from the people who look like murderers. I continued to walk along the streets minding my own business when I heard a scream. I looked around quickly to see where it came from, I morphed my ears into that of a bat and pinpointed sounds coming from the nearby alley. With my ears back to normal I rushed over to where I could see what was happening. I couldn't see fully what was happening so I morphed into a mouse and slowly made my way to where I could get a better view. There in the alley were two teens who looked to be around 18 years old, both would be what you refer too as jocks, there were not good looking. In fact they looked like someone had punched them one too many times in the face, they were all scrunched up in a look of disgust. There kneeling on the floor in-between them was a boy of about 15 years old. He was crying loudly, his hands were tied behind his back and his pant's where down around his ankles, I couldn't see the boy's face but I could tell he had been gagged since the scream I heard. "Look at that Bill, the fagot is crying," one of the teens said while swatting the boy on the head. "Awww is the little cock sucker crying? Don't worry honeybee you'll have this meat up your arse soon," the other teen who I guessed was Bill said, while laughing out loud and grabbing his swollen dick through his jeans. This only made the boy cry even more. Now I think of it, these teens even sounded ugly, they had low deep voices that sounded like they were continually belching. Bill reached forward and bent the boy over to expose his hole to the air, while the other teen unzipped his pants. They were obviously planning to rape the poor boy; I wasn't going to let it happen. I scurried behind the Dumpster near them and morphed back into the mean looking man again. I stepped out behind Bill, the one who was holding the boy and grabbed him by the back of the neck. The other teen just looked at me with a look of shock on his face, his penis rapidly deflating. He looked at me and to his friend Bill who was trying his best to wiggle out of my grasp. "Look dude, just let him go ok? Were only playing with the kid, we weren't going to hurt him I swear," I could hear fear in his voice. "Really? It looked to me like you were going to rape him," I spoke in a low deep voice that sounded like a growl, striking more fear in to the two would be rapists. "But he deserves it! He's a fucking fag!" he gestured to the boy who still hadn't moved, not even to turn around and see what was happening. "So what! So am I, maybe I should rape you," the teen's eyes grew wide and he shook his head while stepping back, I took Bill and pushed him onto his friend causing them both to fall over. With a little bit of pushing and shoving they managed to get up and ran out of the alley. I turned to the boy who was hunched over. I undid the rope that was binding his wrists. "Hey kid are you ok?" The boy slowly and shakily got up, he pulled his pants back up covering that wonderful ass and took the gag out of his mouth throwing it on the floor. He turned around and gave me a fierce hug and started to cry again. "Thank you, oh thank you so much, I thought they were going to rape me for sure." His voice was so cute it had a deep sexiness to it but still had a touch of the high pitch notes, he must have just been going through puberty. What really surprised me was the fact that he wasn't scared by my appearance. "Would you like me to take you home?" He let go of me and just smiled through his tears. I looked at him, his dirty blond hair hung down to his chin and his blue eyes were hypnotic, although a little red and puffy from the crying. His face was a little dirty but I could tell he had no spots, his red lips were so kissable, I noticed he had a cut on his cheek, the blood had dried leaving a scab. "Sure but we will need to get a car, my house is miles away." We walked out of the alley and back on to the street, and stopped the first cab we saw, he told him were he wanted to be and the cab was off. "So what's your name?" He had stopped crying and was smiling at me, he had such a wonderful smile, it was so innocent. "Johan, what's yours?" Shit I need a name quick. "Bob." The boy shivered. "Bob's the name of the other guy." He hung his head and looked at his feet. I couldn't help but laugh to myself, in my head though. I mean Bill and Bob; it's just so well predictable. "Oh I see, do you know them?" "Yeah they go to my school." He started crying again, "they're just going to get me again." God I felt so sorry for him. "What school do you go to?" "St. Vicuna High," he said with a puzzled look on his face, he didn't ask why I wanted to know which school he went to, thank god. "How old are you?" "Fourteen, fifteen in five months." He wiped his nose on his hand. "You will have to go to the police." I placed my hand on his arm, but he pulled away. "NO! I can't do that because then they will ask why they did it and I will have to tell them I'm gay and my parents will hate me." So he was gay after all. "Oh I see." The taxi pulled up in front of a nice house, although not as big as mine it was still nice. "Thank you Bob stopping me from been raped." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and got out of the car, closing the door behind him. He quickly ran across his lawn and into the house giving me a little wave before he closed the door. I gave the taxi new directions to follow and we set off. I couldn't believe it, I had only known him for like 30 minutes and I was already falling in love. I knew I shouldn't but I just couldn't help it. I decided right there and then that getting back into society through going to school was going to be easy, plus I would get to be near Johan, and I would be able to protect him from those two bullies. When Monday rolled around St. Vicuna High would have a new pupil. Great now I'll have to create a new look. Chapter 2Now I know I'm not exactly what you would call a teenager, y'know, considering I'm like as old as the planet, but it doesn't stop me from acting like one. I stood in my house looking in my mirror while listening to some CD's I had bought the day before. It was currently the Hanson CD Middle of nowhere. Now usually I don't listen to much music but I thought now I was going to be acting like a teenager again I had to get into the groove. I know normal teenagers go through the phase of trying to look their best and always thinking that they looked ugly, and this makes them stand in front of their mirrors for hours on end looking at themselves hoping by some fluke of nature they look good. But like I said that's normal teenagers but I'm not normal, I'm a shape-shifter. I never realised until I wanted to be a teenager again that having the ability to shape-shift your own clothes was a virtue as well as a curse. This meant I would never have to buy any clothes and if I wanted it I could just think it and 'pop' I would have shifted my body so I'd be wearing it. But also it meant that now not only did I have to choose a form but I also had to choose some clothes, of which there is so much to choose from! I stood looking at myself in the mirror. I was in a liquid jelly type form but I still retained the shape of a human, although I had no features like eyes or a nose. I decided I should change my skin colour first, and I morphed through and endless supply of colours. I thought purple was the nicest but I decided to stick with a nice pinkie white colour which looked slightly tanned. Now I had to decide on the body, should I go for the Arnold Schwartzenegger look, or the weedy geeky look? I settled on a nice firm lean body, almost that of a swimmer. I had a nice six-pack and amazingly lean muscles in my arms and legs and a good slightly chiselled chest. Although not too much as I would only be around the age of 15. Now to work on the face. I spent some time on this morphing into various faces, at some point I sort of looked like a Picasso painting. I settled on a face that looked like a cross between Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Taylor Hanson. Boy, I looked hot. Now for the hair and eye's. I decided on green eyes and black hair. In my hair I decided to put little bits of red and blond to make me stand out. I wore it short and brushed forward, almost spiky – in fact it's the ends of the spikes on the fringe which were coloured red and blond – and fashionably scruffy, but not too scruffy. It looked like it had been styled to look scruffy, if that makes sense! All I had left now was the little touches, like body hair, which I decided to have none; I wanted to be totally smooth. I also worked on my penis, which I decided to have a really cute uncut one, which was 4½ inches [11 cm] soft and 7½ inches [19 cm] hard. I decided I also wanted to have medium sized balls. I worked on my voice for a while going through all the different chords and settled on a sound that was just a perfect specimen of a teenage voice, it had the squeakiness of youth but the deepness of adulthood (sometimes) but I angled it so I could sing beautifully. I looked at myself naked in the mirror for a while after finishing off my new body observing my new-found form. I was a lady killer, too bad I was after Johan. I just hope Johan found it as sexy as I did. Now the hard part, what the hell am I going to wear? I grabbed a catalogue off the table next to the mirror and started to flick through, at each page I found something I liked and must have looked a total idiot just sat there morphing my clothes at the turn of each page. I finally rested on what I thought made me look cool. I wore baggie white khaki trousers with a pair of really nice black leather walking boots. I had a nice white T-shirt on which was so tight it showed off all of my muscles (the few I had). And on top of that I wore a leather coat which flowed down to my ankles almost like the one that Wesley Snipes wore in Blade. That may have been a little too much I know, but I liked it and I didn't care what other people thought. I mean I'm brainy, popularity still goes on how intelligent you are and not by the way you look doesn't it? To top it all off I morphed a pair of sleek Ray Ban glasses on to my face. I looked one more in the mirror and I realised I looked like a super hero. Sure as hell I looked good, I just hope Johan likes what he sees. I was sat in my car, god I loved this car I just saw it in the shop and thought 'I just got to have it'. It was a brand new Volkswagen Beetle, which I affectionately named hereby. Now I'm not too sure if a 15-year-old is supposed to have a car, so I'll have to park it away from the school. I sat in my car going through an unusual experience, it was fear and I was actually nervous. I do experience emotion which I usually can suppress it, but the more I tried the worse it got. I ended shaking like jelly, little ripples flowing all over my body. I sat for 15 minutes to control myself; I was finally back to normal and on the road. I parked away from the school and started walking with the rest of the kids, I got some strange looks from some of them but I just returned it with a nice smile full of perfect white teeth. "Hey, like aren’t you hot in that? I mean it's like a oven out here." I turned to see a very pretty girl pointing at my leather jacket. "It's hot? I really didn't notice, but thanks for telling me." I gave her a sexy smile and almost made her melt. I walked around the school and I got even more looks, some people even started to whisper behind my back 3; I loved it all! I finally found the office and walked up to the rather fat woman sat at the desk. "Hi may I help you?" She had such a sexy voice for such an ugly face, I imagined her been one of those women on the other side of the phone on a sex line. I struggled to hold a giggle, jeez I think been in a teenage form is starting to effect me. "Yes I'm a new student and I would like to sign up." I gave her a cute smile as I pushed my shades up to rest on the top of my head. "Ok, may I have your papers?" Now you get to see my power of altering reality. "Sure they are right here." I placed my hand in front of her face and concentrated hard on making her see what I wanted her to see, which was the papers I needed. AHA! See what I want you to see lady! "Ah yes I see." She started to type away on her computer, typing in my imaginary data. "I am sorry, the form seems to be smudged. Could you please read it too me?" "Sure." I started to reel off information about the imaginary school I used to attend and details about my age and address. Than came another hard part my name. I was never any good at making them up, I quickly looked around and I saw a bird. "Birdboy." DAMN IT! "Excuse me?" I looked around again, and I saw a star wars poster. Obi-wan Kenobi? Nah that's stupid, I know 3; "My name is Luke Birdman." I know, I know it's a stupid name but it was the best I could come up with. "Ok Mr Birdman, I'll just print you a copy of your timetable." Wait a second, how do I know I'll have any classes with Johan? "I want you to listen to me, I want you to put me in the same classes as Johan 3; err 3; Johan, shit I don't know his last name!" "Ok I'll put you in the same class as Johan Shit-I-don't-know-his-name." It was kind of creepy and funny at the same time, she was almost zombie like. "I want you to run through your school data base and see how many people by the name of Johan you have, and tell me there ages." She started typing away at her keyboard. "We have three," shit, "one is 18, another is 11 and one is 14." Bingo! "Put me in the same class as the one, who is 14." She complied with my request and handed me my timetable. I glanced it over and memorised it in a second. It turns out Johan is a gifted student and was in mostly advanced classes. I scrupled up the paper and threw it away. I headed off to my first class. History, I should be good at that. I walked into the crowded class. It had already started and I interrupted it, everyone turned to look at me and I could hear them whispering about me. A rather mean looking old woman approached me with a stern look on her face; I just gave her a smile. "Can I help you?" Oh my god! Her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "Yes, I'm supposed to be in this class." She cocked her head on a side and looked me up and down trying to evaluate how much trouble I would be. "Let me see your papers." Oh shit, I threw them away! And I didn't want to really use my powers in front of a whole class. I acted like I was checking all my pockets, creating as many new ones on the inside of my coat as possible. "I know I had them a second ago." I opened my coat to show what must have been at least 100 pockets, various giggles went up around the class. "It must be in one of these" "I don't have time for this, just take a seat and we will sort this out another time." I nodded and turned to find an empty seat. I scanned the class looking for Johan, he was sat at the back of the class on his own. I made my way through the class, a lot of girls turned their heads and gave me sexy smiles; some of the boys did too. I stopped at Johan's desk, I looked at him and he seemed at that moment the most beautiful person I had ever seen. His blond hair had been washed and almost shone like the sun when the light hit it right; his skin still had that nice tanned appearance. I swear he looked ten times better than I remember. He looked in my direction his blue eye's looking straight at me. "Can I sit here?" I gave him one of my sexiest smiles. "No, it's taken." He quickly spread some of his stuff over the rest of the desk. "Yes, by me." I pulled out the chair and sat down, resting my arms on the desk while smiling at him. "Fine," he sounded kind of pissed and started taking his stuff back. "At last, now I can start my lesson again." I snapped my head back towards the front of the class to see the teacher tapping her foot and some of the girls blowing kisses at me. About five minutes into the lesson I realised I didn't have any equipment like paper or pens, I can be such a dope! But who cares I was sat next to Johan, time for a conversation me thinks. "Hi my names Luke, what's your name?" I whispered to him while extended my hand. "Leave me alone, I don't want to know you." That really hurt me. He didn't even look at me, he didn't seem like the same person I had met a day ago. I hope Bob and Bill hadn't got him again. He went back to work and I faced the front again. This was going to be harder than I thought. A couple of seconds later the teacher made an announcement that she need to go to the toilet and told us to keep on working and put the class geek in charge. As soon as she left an almighty cheer went up and I felt Johan cringe. "Hey new kid." I turned to see what I assumed to be the class slut/bitch/trap trying to get my attention. "It's Luke." I gave her a fake smile but she loved it anyway. "Whatever, look I wouldn't sit next to him if I were you." She pointed to Johan sitting next to me who had buried his head in his arms. I looked around to see everyone in the class looking towards us. "And why is that? Is he a murderer or something?" I said leaning back on my chair and folding my arms while glancing at Johan. "No even worse." "And what would that be?" I already knew the answer especially since some of the other kids had been whispering the word fag. I could tell Johan was quietly sobbing to him self. I wanted to hold him but I'm sure that wouldn't have been good for either of us. "He's a fag." Surprise, surprise. "Has he actually said it or is it just a rumour?" "Well he hasn't admitted it yet," again surprise, surprise. "But Bill and Ben said so." Ahh the flower pot men. "So it's just a rumour then." "They say rumours are just unspoken truths." This definitely was one stupid bitch. "I heard a rumour too, it was about you. They say that you’re the class slut and you would go with anything as long as it had legs, even women and dogs. I mean it was a rumour so it must be true, right? Unless of course rumours are fake. I guess you give a whole new meaning to the word 'doggie style'." Her face dropped a mile as the entire class burst out in laughter, even Johan giggled a bit. She was about to say something back when the teacher walked in and the entire class went back to working. I placed my hand on Johan's back. "Are you ok, don't listen to them, they're just idiots." He turned his head to look at me and gave me a smile. His cheeks were streaked with tears and his eyes were red and puffy. "Don't you care about what they say? Most people hear that stupid rumour and run, while calling me every name under the sun." He wiped his nose and the tears off his cheeks. "Hell no, if I listened to every rumour out there I would have never talked to anyone." We both laughed at the thought that there were rumours about everyone. "My name's Johan." We shook hands, I was on cloud 9, I felt electricity running though my body and I got an instant erection. From that moment on I knew everything was going to turn out ok. Chapter 3'Fagot boy!' 'Cock sucker', 'pillow biter'. We had just left history and was walking down the corridor towards our next class, I was listening to some of the abuse been hurled at Johan while trying to hold a conversation with him. He was trying to be strong on the outside, but I knew on the inside he was hurting badly, but at least now he had a friend to talk to. I knew I had made one enemy already from that girl in the history class and I knew I would make more as the day wore on. "That's it. I have had enough." I stopped in the middle of the hallway and Johan and the rest of the student body just stopped to look at me. I looked at Johan and he was looking towards the floor with a hurt look on his face. I think he thought I was going to end our new friendship; not a chance in hell, up to now he's the cutest boy in the school. "Listen up--," I made my voice loud enough so every one could hear me, "Johan is my friend, and I look out for my friends. This means that the next person to pick on him has to deal with me, do you all understand?" To emphasize the point I turned around and punched the closet locker, causing everyone to jump as I made a big hole in it. A gasp went up from the crowd. "Looks like Johan's found a boyfriend." Giggles went through the crowd and I turned around to see who said it. There stood this stuck up kid, trying to look important and big and failing miserably. The crowd went quiet as I faced him, well except for a bit of whispering. "What did you say?" I pinned the kid against the locker and breathed in his face, he was petrified. "Nothing. I'm sorry – I swear." "Don't apologise to me, it's up to Johan if I should beat you in or not." I gave the kid a smile, I think then he realised he was in for it, in that split second he remembered all the insults he had pelted at Johan. He looked to Johan for help, I looked too. Johan had this big smug smile on his face, as he looked at us. He was so cute I couldn't help but love him even more. "Johan please, I'm sorry, please," the kid pleaded with Johan. The crowd just stood around looking in amazement. "Well Johan what will it be? Shall I hit him for picking on us or shall I leave him alone 3; till next time?" I so wanted to hit him. Johan thought to himself for a minute before replying. "Let him go, I mean you did already total his locker, and punching him in the face MIGHT be an improvement, but I don't think you could make the hole in his head any bigger." Giggles flew through the crowd again and I could literally see Johan's self-confidence growing. I stepped back, and pushed the kid into the crowd. "Let this be a lesson to you all. If anyone picks on Johan or any of my friends, I might not be as kind enough to let someone else decide your fate." I walked towards the crowd in the direction of my class and it parted like the red sea. "Johan, you coming?" Johan quickly followed me looking as smug as ever, it was so cute I wonder when I should make my move on him? We were just about to go into the classroom when he stopped me. "Luke, I really don't like this class. The teacher doesn't like me at all, and that's why I'm failing this one." His eyes filled with tears as he looked from me to the classroom. "Don't worry if he does anything I'll teach HIM a lesson." I started to laugh and Johan perked up a bit. We walked into the class and took our seat at the back. A few of the kids looked back at me and waved. I think I was coming popular. A second later the teacher walked in, boy he looked grumpy, he walked with a slight slump and he wore glasses and a tweed jacket, his head was bald and shiny. He sat at his desk and started to read off the register, rolling off name after name; he had one of those tired boring voices. "Oh what was his name, I always forget, what is it you kids always call him?" he asked the class. Johan leaned towards me and whispered in my ear. "He always does this, he likes to get them to make fun of me." "Why?" I looked at Johan; he seemed like he didn't want to answer that question so I left it alone. I noticed none of the kids answered the teacher. "What is no one going to answer? What's got into you? You're usually all over him with your comment's, fine!" He looked towards the back and ticked the register. "I see we have a new face in the crowd," he looked at his list. "Yup you have been added, Luke Birdman, right?" "That's right." I gave him one of my patented 'I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing' looks. "What are you doing all the way at the back next to Johan? Haven't you heard the rumours?" "Yes I have, but I would rather sit here, y'see I can't stand the sun shining in my face." I slowly drummed my fingers on the desk as the class looked to me and than to the teacher. "But son, the sun is shining on your back right now. Surely if you moved to the front you wouldn't have the sun shining on your back and you won't definitely have it shining in your face." He had a look like 'should this kid be in the advanced class' on his face. "I wouldn't be too sure you see your head is like a bloody mirror and I don't want to be blinded." A loud murmur went up around the class. I could literally see the blood flowing to his face as his anger rose. I could hear Johan next to me trying to suppress a giggle. "Young man! I would like to speak with you outside NOW!" he shouted and caused Johan and the rest of the class to jump. I slowly got up and walked toward the door, a huge smile on my face. The teacher followed me out and slammed the door behind him; I actually started to worry about what the kids were going to do to Johan when I wasn't there. The teacher stood there with his arms folded, tapping his foot on the floor. "Shouldn't we be learning stuff?" I asked. "Look you little shit, I don't know what your game is but I suggest you do as I say, do you understand? Leave Johan alone." "And why is that?" I used my powers on him, sending him into a trance like state (one of the many useful things about making people see what you want them to see is been able to get them to say stuff 'cause you appeal to there subconscious). "I tried to get him to suck my dick for a better grade, and he wouldn't," he said in an almost zombie like state. "Oh really? Now listen to me, I have pictures of you doing stuff with boys, if you don't stop it doing that stuff, and start treating Johan with respect, I'll show these pictures to everyone. Do you understand?" I held my hand in front of his face as it turned white; he obviously could see these 'imaginary' pictures. "Where did you get those?" He seemed nervous and not like the man who was all cocky in the classroom a second ago. "Do you understand?" I was more forceful now. "Yes I do." He seemed defeated. "Good now let's rejoin the class." I opened the door and walked back in. I quickly scanned to see if Johan was crying, thankfully he wasn't. In fact he was smiling ear to ear, so I smiled back. I took my seat next to him as the teacher started the lesson. "You won't believe what happened," Johan whispered into my ear. "What?" I whispered back. "No one picked on me while you and the teacher was gone, in fact some people were been nice to me." "Cool." Johan seemed really happy and I was so glad it was I that was helping him be this happy. The lunch bell rang and we headed to the canteen, talking a mile a minute, about the usual teenage stuff. He just loved to talk. We arrived in a crowded canteen, I saw an empty table and told Johan to grab it and I would get the lunch. "K," with that he ran off while I joined the dinner cue. There was so much to choose from, but I rested on burger and chips with a chocolate cake and some cokes. I turned and headed for the table Johan was sat on I put the stuff down and sat down. "Thank you Luke." He seemed so sincere. "It's only lunch dude," I smiled at him. "No I mean about everything, like sitting with me, and stopping the name calling, and all in one day. What's next world peace?" he laughed and I laughed with him, thinking back to the time I tried to make world peace, that turned out totally wrong. "It's ok," I almost didn't finish my sentence when three people came and sat next to us on the table. I saw a look of shock on Johan's face as each one said hello to him, a second later we were all chatting along like old friends, I even saw Johan laugh, it made my heart swell with love. I just couldn't believe in on day I had become a bad boy rebel and I loved it! Chapter 4From the time that people actually sat with us on the table in the canteen (my first day) little over a week had passed, I hadn't made any moves on Johan but I was going to soon. Over the week Johan and I had become quite popular, we had our own quite impressive circle of friends, although they were very nice most were just geeks and seeking my protection. I didn't care though because Johan thought it was amazing that he had so many friends now. I hung around so much with Johan, at school, after school and he's even spent the night sometimes, although I have had to lie to him quite a bit. Like when he asks me about my past. All the teasing (as far as I knew) had stopped and I hadn't seen Bob or Bill around. I was dreading it actually, I don't like fighting y'know but I knew I would have to. The reason they hadn't been around was they were out with their football team doing a sport thing, but today they were due back. Me and Johan were sat in geography class just talking about nothing in particular. He knew Bob and Bill were supposed to be back today and I knew he was nervous. "Luke?" he turned to face me he had a puzzled expression on his face. "Yeah?" "How come I have never met your parents since I'm always at your house?" he sat there waiting for an answer. Shit I need an answer quick 3; err 3; I know! "They're business people and like to travel, I'm left home alone a lot." I faked a pained expression on my face. Johan reached over and gave me a quick hug. That hug sent shivers all over my body as I fought to retain my shape. But you know how you get that gooey feeling when you're in love? Well every time I thought about it, it got harder to hold my shape. He let go of me when he felt the shivers. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that," he said as tears formed in his eyes. "Johan I don't mind I swear, I'm just cold." I caused the skin on my arms to get goose pimples and showed them to Johan. "You don't mind?" he said while eyeing me suspiciously, than he giggled and smiled the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, then he went back to his work. I wish I knew if he liked me, I'm sure he did, but I couldn't be certain, sometimes I would see him looking at me and we would make eye contact but he would break it and give me a shy smile. He has never actually made any major type of advances towards me, unfortunately. I knew I would have to do it all, which I planned to. "Johan? You know this Friday would you like to spend the night and also stay on Saturday too?" I said hope reflecting in my voice. "Sure, but I have to meet a new student on Friday so I will be late coming over." "Cool." I was hyped this would be when I tell him I love him, I can picture it now. I would tell him and than he would kiss me and we would make out and than have sex all night long, it would be so cool and romantic. "Mr. Birdman, could you please come to the main office," the robotic like voice came over the speaker and repeated a couple of times. I side glanced at Johan. "I wonder what you've done now," he said while giggling. "I don't know, I shouldn't be long but if I'm not back in time 3;" I smiled at him and he blushed. Awwwwww how sweet. "I'll take your stuff to gym class," he said while trying to hide his face. With that I turned and walked out, to find my way to the main office. I arrived to see the woman who signed me in on my first day typing away at the computer. "Hi I'm Luke Birdman, you asked me to come?" I gave her my most innocent look. "Ah yes, Mr Birdman, I was looking through my computer and I noticed that your information was wrong and doesn't seem to make sense." Great! About 30 minutes later I had finally managed to sort all that out, I hope this doesn't become a weekly thing. I headed over to where my gym class was been held just in time to see them al finishing their showers. I looked around at all the naked teenagers surrounding me, wow. I just loved this class, some of the boys had HUGE cocks while others had small ones, it was cool to see all the different shapes, colours and styles. Of course if I saw one which was better than mine I would change mine to match, ahhhh the power I hold. Although most boys paraded there stuff you would get the odd few whom would hide it, like Johan much to my regret. Just the sight of his smooth teen chest, with those steadily developing muscles sent chills down my spine, well it would have if I had one. In fact it made me feel as light as air just watching him, he was in the process of getting dressed and had pulled his jeans on. He noticed me staring and gave me a shy smile before turning around. I heard a few lockers slam shut behind of me and some type of grunting which I assumed to be laughter. It was Bob and Bill, they pushed there way passed me heading for Johan. The entire changing room grew quiet as Bob and Bill stood between Johan and his locker. "Hey cock sucker!" Bill grunted. "Miss us?" Bob said as he poked Johan in his shoulder, they both broke into a laugh I though only horses could achieve. My anger was building by the minute. "Go on, get down and rub your face in my crotch, go on you know you want to. I bet you would love this big dick up your butt," Bill said as Bob tried to force Johan to his knees. What they didn't know was that Johan had changed while they had been away, he had become emotionally strong. Bob finally gave up trying to force Johan down and turned to the crowd of spectators that had gathered. "Every body after 3 what is he? He's a fag!" Bob bellowed trying to get the crowd to participate. No one said a word. While everyone was watching Bob make a Pratt out of himself trying to get people to say something about Johan. I morphed a pair of sleek Ray Ban shades onto my face. I stood there wearing a pair of blue jeans, black boots, a white T-shirt, and my trade mark long black leather coat. I looked like one bad ass mother fucker. The room had an eerie, silence to it; the only sound that could be heard was the sound of my footsteps as I made my way towards where Bill, Bob and Johan were. "Who the fuck are you?" Bob said as he noticed my approach through the crowed. I just gave him an icy smile. "I'm your worst nightmare," I know, I know it was so cliché 3; but it sounded so cool. "Hey Bill, looks like we have another cock sucker here, what is little Johan your boyfriend?" He made kissy kissy faces at me and doubled over with laughter. The crowd was alive with murmuring. My hand found its way to Bob's chin. He immediately stopped laughing as I brought his face up to mine, I got so close to him that out noses almost touched. "Johan is my best friend, I suggest for your own sake you leave him alone," I said in my calmest voice. Bob just stood there, I think in shock. I released his face and glanced at Bill who had moved to stand next to us, I think he was in shock too, was someone actually standing up to a jock and helping a faggot? He looked around at the crowd, I think Bill was one of the more intelligent of the two. "Come Bob, we have stuff to do, we can deal with this," he looked me up and down sizing me up, "person another time." They both turned and headed for the door. "What's happen to everyone while we have been away?" I heard Bob mumble as he turned the corner. The crowd soon dissipated and I walked over to Johan. "Oh my god! I can't believe what just happened, they just walked out," he said in an excited voice while placing both his hands on my chest. "Yup." "And did you see I was strong, they tried to force me down but I never went." He was so excited it was so cute. "Yup you were, I'm proud of you." Our eyes locked and we just starred at each other, the air became thick with tension. He quickly glanced away. "Umm thank you, but they will be back." "And I'll be here waiting for them, I will never let them hurt you Johan 3; I promise." He looked at me tears in his eyes, and just smiled. I think I'm making leeway, I just couldn't wait until Friday. Every day until than passed uneventful but I just had the amazing feelings filling me up inside, I just couldn't wait, I felt like shouting everything all the time! Friday came and I eagerly awaited Johan, he was late, I would have been panicking but he had rang and said he would be late, it was something to do with the new kid I think. I just sat on my couch watching Jerry Springer, every so often looking out of the window for Johan. I occasionally thought of what would happen when I told Johan I wasn't human, maybe I should do it on Jerry Springer the title could be 'guys who love other guys who aren't human!' well that would be a show to remember, I chuckled to myself. The clock beeped 8 o'clock when Johan finally came. I welcomed him in and we sat on the couch. He seemed unusually quiet, almost nervous, maybe he knew what I planned to do. I went to speak when he butted in. "Luke, I need to tell you something 3; but you might get mad at me." Hmmm I wonder what it is, I couldn't contain my smile. "Johan, I'm your best friend you can tell me anything." "You know that rumour about me? Well it's true." He didn't make eye contact with me but kept looking at the floor waiting for me to start shouting. I moved closer to him on the couch and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him hard, he seemed very surprised. "I know, I think those pink socks you wore on the first day I met you clued me in." We both glanced down to see if he was wearing them today, he was. We both burst out in giggles. "Heheheeh 3; you mean you don't care?" he quizzed. "Hell no 3; in fact I 3;" Johan butted in again. "This is so cool because I have something I have to tell you." He took my hand in his. Oh god it's really happening. "I have fallen in love." He looked deep into my eyes. "And I want you to meet him, he is so cool, can I ask him to come over?" Oh 3; I just sat there with that fake smile on my face occasionally nodding, while listening to how they met, it was the new kid of course. On the inside I wanted to scream, my heart (if I had one) had broken into a million pieces, the only guy I had loved in thousands of years loved another. "So can he come?" "What?" I snapped back into my shitty reality. "Can I invite him over?" He looked at me, concern showed on his face at my zoning out, but he never asked about it. "Whatever," I just shrugged and looked to the floor as he rushed of to use the phone. I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and locked it. I fell to the floor and with all the hurt and pain inside I felt inside I let out a long painful silent scream, tears that I didn't know I could simulate fell down my cheeks. I pounded the floor as hard as I could, cracking it into a hundred pieces. As I lay there I felt my shape start to melt away, I felt empty drained of everything, a gooey pile of goo of the shape I used to be. I didn't have the strength to retain any form at that moment in time. I became a puddle of goo on the floor, just there; no emotion no thought's just me and the quietness of my surroundings. Than I heard Johan pounding on the bathroom door. "Luke are you ok in there?" he listened for a response. "Luke? Speak to me are you ok? I heard a thump." He sounded more panicked. "That's it I'm finding a screwdriver to open this door." I heard him walk away. I couldn't let him see me as goo, I started to take my shape on again but it was hard, my concentration just wasn't the same, it was taking so long. I heard Johan on the other side of the door with the screwdriver fumbling at the lock. I had to be strong for Johan's sake, he needed me, I'm the one making him strong. If he's happy I'm going to be happy for him and anyway teen romances never last long, and I'll still be there for him, than he will notice me and like me. Just as Johan burst through the door, I had finished reforming. He looked at the shattered floor. "Whoa when you fall you fall dude, are you ok?" He offered me his hand which I accepted. "Yeah I'm ok, just slipped." He gave me a quick check over and than a fierce hug, tears falling down his cheeks. "Damn you Luke, why didn't you answer? You could have been dead for I knew for fuck's sake and I would have never got to say I 3; I 3; never mind." I was about to press the matter when the doorbell rang. We both just glanced towards the door neither of us wanting to move. It rang again and we parted the hug and headed toward the door. On the third ring we answered it. Stood in the doorway was an amazing sight, he looked like a younger version of Adam Rickett, except his hair was get black and his eyes were a piercing blue and he didn't have as many muscles. We all just stood there no one saying a word. Johan leaned towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. They both smiled brightly. "Makole meet Luke." He smiled a sinister smile at me, no it must just be a coincidence, it can't be him 3; can it? He extended his hand to me and I gingerly took it, that's when I felt it, down in my gut's. LEND ME A VOWEL BECAUSE 'O MY GOD!' It's him! Chapter 5
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