[Original] Soul
Title: My Soul
Author: body-ko
Fandom: Original
Rating: R
Word Count: 1260 (W)
Prompt: White - TricoloreChallenge@fanworld.it
Summary: Dear Thomas, not racking their brains trying to figure out who they are, because you can not understand it. For the simple reason that the two of us we do not know. I caught your name and your address by accident, I've never seen and I do not think the two of us we meet ever. Which makes you the ideal person for my purposes.
Returning from work, Thomas Moretti pulled his SUV in the garage and took the elevator by pressing on the five. As he climbed, glanced at the mail that had just recovered and between advertising to fitness centers and shopping centers, he found a white envelope. He looked carefully, were years that he did not see one, there was a stamp with the post office stamp of Montevarchi. Montevarchi? Where the hell is Montevarchi, but above all those who knew him there? The apartment
quiet and immaculate, Thomas was lying on the couch. He wore a suit and comfortable, after eating dinner, the maid had put aside, it was decided to open the mysterious envelope. Probably it was a love him, he said. Only those in love do stupid things like that.
Dear Thomas,
not racking their brains trying to figure out who they are, because you can not understand it. For the simple reason that the two of us we do not know. I caught your name and your address by accident, I've never seen and I do not think the two of us we meet ever. Which makes you the ideal person for my purposes.
See, at home I can not speak, I can not speak * really * I mean, and what is likely to hinder my learning process, so I decided that I will speak with you. The fact that you're a green-skinned alien who lives in the galaxy of Tannoiser makes it easier, and there is no cause for embarrassment between us, so relax and not think too much.
My name is Luke, and I'm seventeen years. The reason for my inner drama is only one. Sure, acne is a significant problem, or the fact that I'm gay, but they are all accessories. The real drama you know what? My father is a fucking homophobe! Here is what is the real tragedy.
Now, I have thought and thought, and came to some decisions.
First: of course my father will never know that I like the pea, and this at least until I will have to support themselves financially, because I would go into the street. Wondering if I'm not exaggerating? I'm not exaggerating, and it will be better for you to believe me.
Second: I can not tell my mother, that would put it in a very bad situation. Should choose between betraying his son, or betray her husband a nice birthday present, huh?
third point: no big game here. I live in a small town, here's gay there are, because if there were, everyone would know. In fact, I'm not sure people will not have noticed me, even before I was aware of it myself. In this regard, I'm considering myself a girlfriend of coverage.
Fourthly: Plans for the future. After high school I find a job, I'm going to live on my own in a squalid apartment in the suburbs, and I find a man with whom to share a discreet and sober life of sodomy, perversion and creeping subversion of the established order.
This is my dream, my dear Thomas. Living fairly complete debauchery, and persevere in the inversion sex until I get a fuck able to rise. And get this, I will lie, cheat, and - finally - deny the blood of my blood.
I can not wait.
Thomas
That weekend went, it was wrong for a long time local, but suddenly he had taken the light than was lucky to live in Milan, with a plurality of perversion and subversion that hung from gnarled branches, just waiting to be seized. In thirty-four years was the world had caught several fruits of sin, and sometimes had seemed not worth repeating the same experiences. But that night his thoughts were gone in the opposite direction: to be sucking cock in a darkroom will not be as exciting as it was at first, but it is indecent even for someone like him complain about an evening spent between talented mouths and fucking wild. It was a superficial, it said in a fit of introspection, he never thought to those who were worse than him.
Dear Thomas,
are a dickhead.
I did something that I thought I could do: I was ready for anything, right? I told you so, so I went ahead with floor with his head down. Moreover, it is not lying to you if they are lying. But, they are just excuses. I do not want to be the kind of man that 'the fault of the other crap he does, I think, I have no idea what kind of man will become, so far I just thought about how to be a fag freely.
Her name is Mara and it is naive: it has the least understood that I am using. But it is also nice and interesting and we have fun together. If only I was born normal. I will tell you the truth, because he deserves something better and I really feel like shit. However
I knew for the first time someone like me. It 'happened on the train, I was returning from a visit to relatives, dozing in the compartment half-empty. At one point I woke up because I feel that someone is taking with his cock, and who I am before you? A big fat, greasy-haired, looking at me with his piggy eyes as I had been a pastry cream.
I pushed away and I left disgusted. I shut myself in the bathroom and I started crying like a shrinking violet, I had my dick hard as a rock.
How does' that song? Young, free, and gay, and down to dance in the joys of homosexuality. You ever thought about how cruel it is to create images in the minds of young people who are destined to break as soon as one leaves the house? Every time I see one of those fucking advertising where everyone is happy, I want to set fire to the TV.
Thomas was the only one left in the office, he decided to get out of there.
"Good night, sir," said the watchman, when it passed in front of his desk. Thomas answered with a nod, then went back to his feet and stood in front of the keeper. The man seemed to begin to sweat, was fat and blond, with huge blue eyes.
"Arthur," Thomas began, after having studied the name on the badge, "you are heterosexual, right?".
Man became glassy, "I ..." he stammered, "... here," he did not know what to say, that was certainly a trick question, "usually yes, sir."
"Usually?" Repeated raising an eyebrow, "Okay, I'm pleased. I want to know from you that you are almost completely straight: you think that the life of a homosexual is bleak? ".
"Hell no, sir!" S'infervorò, the guardian, "I think the gay brush like hedgehogs: blessed are you", then resumed his semblance of professionalism, "that is no offense, sir. "
Thomas looked at him impassively, "Thank you, Arturo. You just threw a new light on my whole life. " He went off, followed by a puzzled look.
was still in his car, parked under the house, in a quiet neighborhood of mansions ultralusso and lush gardens. He picked up the phone and made the call, rang several times before someone answered.
"I'm Thomas Moretti," he said without preamble, on the other end, long moments of silence.
"Good evening," said a child's voice then, with confidence high simulated. Thomas smiled that guy had style.
"Good evening to you, Luke", counterattacked with a persuasive voice.
"What I owe the pleasure?" Not a shadow of suspicion darkened that crystalline voice.
"I got tired of waiting, "he said," I think in the end you decide to make an appointment? ".
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