… And all of a sudden, with an angry thrusting motion, Jared grabbed the unknown Vampire’s head and stabbed him through the heart with his massive, shining, murder-boner. Luckily for Jared he’d recently gotten a silver spiked piercing on the tip of his boner (which he’d gotten on a whim), and the vampire turned to dust almost instantaneously.
It was in this “almost” moment that Jared squealed with delight. The sight of a man, on his knees, in front of him was a rush that he hadn’t yet experienced in his years as a possibly-straight male. It was a feeling of sheer exhilaration coupled with unending sexual fulfillment, and when the vanquished vampire vanished, Jared stared into the nothingness with a look of disappointment. More tears welled up in his eyes, and dropped in slow motion onto his bulging, bloodied cock. It was cinematic. But the tears did not stay long, and a smile crept on to his face. It was a smile of recognition, the recognition that Jared was finally something in this crazy, fucked-up world.
For so long Jared had been just another boring-ass, white-bred, polo-wearing, trust fund baby from Laguna Beach. And he knew it. He began to feel that his life was filled with meaningless material things, like his devotion to his mother, and cataloging his kick-ass cuff link collection. He’d become so disillusioned with the world that he began to slap the homeless people of Santa Ana just so he could feel something. Also, it was becoming hard to battle the feelings he’d developed for his best friend, the charming computer technician, Stephan. Up until that day, Jared was lost. Now, baby, he was found.
Standing there, pants down, and completely flaccid, Jared pulled out his pocket mirror and looked at himself. With that special smile still on his face he said to himself, “Jared, you’re somebody now! You should go start a Myspace page, and then a Myspace group called Gay Vampires Unite, so that every Gay Vampire can feel they have a place in this world! Also, you should tell Stephan how you feel. It’s the only way you can truly be free!”
With a newfound flourish he ran to his room, and he started that Myspace account. Oh boy, did he ever.
That’s when the phone rang…
Thanks everybody for your submissions we received a whopping 1 email. A single submission. Down from last week. This weeks winner is Kyle Dickinson from Oregon. He’s ruggedly handsome yet refined. He took upon himself to write two things and we liked them both so he will be featured on Monday. Thank you K-Dick I don’t care what you’re mom says, I’m sure she loves you.
ANYWAY, this is when you, the reader, takes over. Email dres@themiddlestchild.com with your continuation of the story. The only constraint = make it around 500 words, and make sure it blows minds. We will look at all of the submissions and choose one with which to continue with. A new segment will be posted every thursday night.
Ready, set, don’t kill yourself.
