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2011 - Summer - Walk on the Wild Side Entry

Stetson Boy - 1. Stetson Boy

 

I’d like to tell you, if I may about an old legend.

His name was something that no one knew. No one even knew what he looked like. They looked at him. And then they forgot.

There is a whole community out there. Each of us saw him and spent a night with him. I looked him up and every person said different things about him. Everyone had the same experience that I went through and no one ever met him again. No one ever saw that beauty again.

The night after the point, I went around to the area that he took me to. There was nothing there. It was just a blank field with fencing around it.

But there was something there… There had to be something.

On the night it all happened, I saw him and he saw me. Then, at the point of parting, he was gone.

No recollection. Only the memory of being with someone special.

I remember it.

That night.

It was dark as it usually was. I was walking along a long road home from my friends. We always liked to play Xbox till the early hours. Yes I am a geek.

He drove past me a few times. Going one way on the highway and then coming back and repeating his actions. After a few times of beating around the bush, he just stopped in front of me.

I can’t remember his image. All I remember was the Stetson…

‘You from around these parts? You seem lost’

‘I live just up the road.’

‘I’ll give you a lift up there. Save you walking in the dark’

I got on the back of his motorbike.

I never listened to parents.

‘Never speak to strangers. You never know about them.’

If I had listened I wouldn’t have got on that motorbike.

He started to drive and I held on for dear life. I felt the leather brushing against my skin.

Then I saw my street pass by.

The streetlights were disappearing. Going out one by one.

I was starting to become scared.

He turned into the road next to mine and went around the block. I then felt his hat blow off in the wind and then I saw his bright ginger hair fly into my face. It was so long so no wonder he wore a hat, to keep it under control.

We drove past my house and he slowly braked. I started to calm down.

But then he put his foot on the accelerator and zoomed off into the distance.

‘Don’t move. You are coming with me.’

If I flung myself off the motorbike I would have been in danger. I could have broken my collar bone or worse.

So I stayed on the motorbike for my own safety. At least I thought I was safe.

I ran my arms round his leather coat and moved it round and held onto his stomach which felt like a tight set of muscles and skin tight shirt showed it so delicately…

He drove us to his house. He jumped off of the bike and took me inside. I was quite scared. I got into the house and it was crowded with books, CD’s, used underwear and condoms. As soon as I saw that sight, I knew what was going to happen.

I was so afraid. I could smell the lavender and then the stench of the bed. It was sickening.

I was afraid to look anywhere else. I saw him standing in his kitchen. He had removed his jacket and hung it up. He came into the living area and looked at me and placed his thumbs in the belt buckle.

‘So we gonna do this or what?’

‘Look, I’m not some shirt lifter…’

‘You don’t have to be.’ He winked at me and grabbed a bottle of water from the side and spilt it over himself. He had made his defined features even more defined.

I wasn’t gay. I really wasn’t but something happened that night. Something strange. I felt attracted to his perfection…

‘Come over here and peel it off of me.’ He held his arms out wide, ready for me

I did as instructed; I slowly started to remove his shirt, showing the lightest trail of hair down to where I shouldn’t have been looking. I was feeling something happening inside of me, it felt right.

I was disgusted by the environment but at this moment, it felt right…

‘Go on then. Do things to me. You only get one chance.’

I touched his perfectly toned stomach and then looked at his leather pants and I ran my finger along the waistband of his trousers, feeling his hot skin, yearning for my touch. I felt his grab hold of my butt and I moaned a little.

I impulsively kissed him. I couldn’t help but it felt natural.

I had a girlfriend.

But just one night can’t hurt can it? One night of pleasure for a lifetime of pain…

We began to kiss passionately and we ended up shirtless cuddling on his disgusting mattress.

‘I need to tell you something’ he said to me.

‘What?’

‘I do this a lot.’

‘What do you do?’

‘Bring boys back here.’

‘I kind of guessed that by what’s laying on your floor.’

‘Well, usually I do things to them. Usually I dominate them but it didn’t feel right to do it someone so attractive.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you have the beauty of an innocent little school boy and I like that. I didn’t want to dominate you. I was going to rape you. I was going to take you like I’ve taken so many others.’

‘So why didn’t you.’ I stroked his bright hair.

‘You were too innocent for me and that’s why I’m going to let you do what I was going to do, to me’

‘I already told you, I’m not gay.’

‘But anyone can be converted. Even if just for one night. Give me this one night to be dominated’

I did it for him. I pleasured him and he pleasured me. It was passionate. Even more passionate than anything I’d ever had with my girl. I’d had lots of sex but nothing compared to that night. I remember just being entwined with his body, his perfect frame leading to a luscious area that I explored in such great detail.

His beauty was nothing to be compared.

And then we were finished and I was amazed.

‘Thank you. Wow. You are good.’ He said to me, almost breathless.

I gave him my thanks back. It was most definitely a walk on the wild side of life.

We finished up and he dressed me and I dressed him. A childish ritual but it felt so right.

I got on the back of his motorcycle, his trousers riding up against my front. I noticed I sat much closer to him that I had ever been before. Apart from when were together in his room.

He drove up my road, I was so late, and it was nearly 5am.

‘Thank you so much. Any chance we can see each other again.’ I said to him.

‘I’ll be around.’ He gave another cheeky wink, as he did towards the start of the evening. ‘You’ll see me when you least expect it.’

And with that, I got off of the motorbike and looked at my house. Remember the passion that I felt, the feelings that we shared. I was in absolute pleasure.

Then I turned around and he was gone. Not even a speck of a motorbike in the distance or anywhere that I could see.

I felt the memories fading that night of perfection…

That was the night I was truly happy.

And then, without a trace, I forgot everything.

Except his Stetson…


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Thanks to Lugh and Frostina for helping to get this idea together.
Copyright © 2011 Johnathan Colourfield; All Rights Reserved.
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The Stetson... The Bike... The rider.. The leather.. Lol, I soooo remember the convo that day! and...

WOW! this is so so awesome! You've got me dreaming of the Stetson Boy! ;)

(mental mote to self.. 'possible gift idea for the taller half' :P )

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Wow. that was just... WOW. I was swept away on that motorbike. What a turn around. He was a bad person yet... I loved him. no description except for the red hair and the clothes. I 'saw/' them both and I loved them

 

You sure are maturing in your writing hun.

 

Mam is very proud :)

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heh I'm still not sold that it fits THIS theme...

 

however, it's here now so it's done.

 

nicely written and yes, I agree with Nephy, your stories are getting better.

 

Good Job.

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Nice - so much mystery. Will he really see him again? Was he even real? If he was, what was he? Really well done, Jonathan. :2thumbs:

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This is the first time I've read your stuff, John, and I'm really impressed. Good job and I love the mystery :D I'm a huge mystery fan ;)

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Nice story John, Just enough information to keep you reading more.Really liked the mystery of it all I liked it well

 

done :boy:

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I liked the mystery of this story, it definitely left the reader with a sense of what? who? where??? The visualizations were great, you definitely put me right in the scene and my nose seriously wrinkled when you described Stetsonboy's place. One thing bothered me. Right at the end you say that he forgot everything but the Stetson and yet in the beginning you made it seem as if everyone remembers him but not what he actually looks like. Also, since your main character goes back to where he took him, he thought, then he didn't forget the event. I think you mean that he forgot how Stetsonboy looked other than the hat, not 'everything'. Other than that one part confusing me this was well done!!

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A metaphor for being drawn to the darker side of our desires, maybe. I enjoyed your story.

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On 06/12/2011 08:58 PM, Frostina said:
The Stetson... The Bike... The rider.. The leather.. Lol, I soooo remember the convo that day! and...

WOW! this is so so awesome! You've got me dreaming of the Stetson Boy! ;)

(mental mote to self.. 'possible gift idea for the taller half' :P )

:2thumbs:

Hehe that was a very fun conversation :) He is very sexy i will admit :) glad you liked him, this was my first try at doing this sort of thing :)
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On 06/13/2011 02:00 AM, Lugh said:
heh I'm still not sold that it fits THIS theme...

 

however, it's here now so it's done.

 

nicely written and yes, I agree with Nephy, your stories are getting better.

 

Good Job.

Hehe :) I didn't think it did either :P But he truly was a walk on the wild side :) Besides i just came up with a good idea for legends and glad i didnt save this one :) Thanks for the compliment :)
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On 06/12/2011 11:10 PM, Nephylim said:
Wow. that was just... WOW. I was swept away on that motorbike. What a turn around. He was a bad person yet... I loved him. no description except for the red hair and the clothes. I 'saw/' them both and I loved them

 

You sure are maturing in your writing hun.

 

Mam is very proud :)

Hehe :) Thank you very much Nephy :)I feel like i'm maturing :) Everyone is so willing to help its great :)I'm so glad everyone 'got' Stetson :) He's a very good character and his place is yuck :P When i was writing it i cringed :P
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On 06/13/2011 03:43 AM, Andrew_Q_Gordon said:
Nice - so much mystery. Will he really see him again? Was he even real? If he was, what was he? Really well done, Jonathan. :2thumbs:
:) In my belief he was real just not of this earth. I've left it open should i want to use him again :) I mean i think i have a thing for ginger hair :P Thanks Q :D
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On 06/14/2011 05:15 AM, Mark92 said:
Nice story John, Just enough information to keep you reading more.Really liked the mystery of it all I liked it well

 

done :boy:

So glad you enjoyed it Mark :) I enjoyed writing it :) I just love having that element of mystery in my work :)
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On 06/14/2011 01:30 AM, jian_sierra said:
This is the first time I've read your stuff, John, and I'm really impressed. Good job and I love the mystery :D I'm a huge mystery fan ;)
Hehe :D glad you enjoyed it :D I love mystery myself and i've never written anything like Stetson so i thought it was worth a go :)
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On 06/14/2011 11:38 PM, Cia said:
I liked the mystery of this story, it definitely left the reader with a sense of what? who? where??? The visualizations were great, you definitely put me right in the scene and my nose seriously wrinkled when you described Stetsonboy's place. One thing bothered me. Right at the end you say that he forgot everything but the Stetson and yet in the beginning you made it seem as if everyone remembers him but not what he actually looks like. Also, since your main character goes back to where he took him, he thought, then he didn't forget the event. I think you mean that he forgot how Stetsonboy looked other than the hat, not 'everything'. Other than that one part confusing me this was well done!!
Hey Cia :) Thanks thats exactly how i wanted the reader to feel. With reference to the confusion, that is how the reader should feel. The Stetson Boy is a very confusing character and its like as i say in the blurb 'Patches' of memory, the characters arent sure what they remember and what they forget about the character. Thanks for the comments :D
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On 06/15/2011 07:22 PM, Foster said:
A metaphor for being drawn to the darker side of our desires, maybe. I enjoyed your story.
Oh yes :) Desire is a key idea in any piece of literature. Stetson was a very deep character and when i have my current projects finished i'd like to go back to all of anthologies and see what i can expand about them and see what stories i can create :) I mean lugh had 'It was a...' why can't i expand my series? :)
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On 06/17/2011 04:03 AM, Kev de Cauchery said:
A wild ride to the true self, perhaps? very imaginary and I like the patch-work quality of it! :great:
Aww thanks Kevin :) I did want it to work on a patch work style :) you are going to like my next one :) Its even more 'patchy' :D
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Well, I have to say that about a quarter of the way in I was debating whether to go on. Up till then it was a tad faux mysterious. Somewhat aware of its own existence / significance. However, it really took off after that. I think there is too little writing that explores the side of male sexuality that allows itself to go where it knows it wouldn't normally go. But guys will get their rocks off, and make a lot of compromises to do it, if they think its possible. I liked the contrapoint of beauty and filth. The lavender and the stench. The straight and the raw.

 

I'm not sure I followed Cia's critical paradigm, but I did agree with her point ... i.e. that there were narrative inconsistencies. They drove past his street and the lights went out one by one, then they turned into the next street and went round the block. Hmmm ... The street lights would only go out one by one, so that's unnecessary. They would not actually go out, but be counted down, or disappear one by one. Why would they 'disappear' if there was another street up ahead? Especially if this was a street which was part of a block behind the MOs house. Loose, mr! Waaay too loose!

 

But those are detail comments. The metanarrative was well constructed. And both guys were very sexy, with little more than a circumstantial description. The sex was extremely pleasurable, and yet I dont think we were given a single detail of it. That's the mark of a good storyteller. Lots and lots of reader imagery, with very few words. Excellent.

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On 06/20/2011 06:45 AM, Dannsar said:
Well, I have to say that about a quarter of the way in I was debating whether to go on. Up till then it was a tad faux mysterious. Somewhat aware of its own existence / significance. However, it really took off after that. I think there is too little writing that explores the side of male sexuality that allows itself to go where it knows it wouldn't normally go. But guys will get their rocks off, and make a lot of compromises to do it, if they think its possible. I liked the contrapoint of beauty and filth. The lavender and the stench. The straight and the raw.

 

I'm not sure I followed Cia's critical paradigm, but I did agree with her point ... i.e. that there were narrative inconsistencies. They drove past his street and the lights went out one by one, then they turned into the next street and went round the block. Hmmm ... The street lights would only go out one by one, so that's unnecessary. They would not actually go out, but be counted down, or disappear one by one. Why would they 'disappear' if there was another street up ahead? Especially if this was a street which was part of a block behind the MOs house. Loose, mr! Waaay too loose!

 

But those are detail comments. The metanarrative was well constructed. And both guys were very sexy, with little more than a circumstantial description. The sex was extremely pleasurable, and yet I dont think we were given a single detail of it. That's the mark of a good storyteller. Lots and lots of reader imagery, with very few words. Excellent.

Wowwee :D Thanks for the detailed review Dan :DThe faux nature of the initial introduction was quite deliberate. I love having contrasts in my writing :)It was deliberately loose :D It was meant to be a haze... A haze that so many people will have been lost behind :)^^ thats what i specialise sex that isnt really sex but is still sex :P Thanks very much :)I'm honoured :$ *goes and celebrates* hehe :)
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On 06/27/2011 02:47 PM, Sara Alva said:
Very mysterious and dark, yet not depressing. A nice change of pace for me to read. Thanks!
thank you very much Sara :) I love dark and mysterious but not depressing :) ^^ thanks for the lovely review ^^
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OMG! Ambiguity at it's best! The mysterious boy 'converting' the innocent boy for a night (I wonder I'd like that theme). But figures I did. You had a way of simply stating the darkest of things that happened that night. We know everything that happened, but do we really?

 

The descriptions were vivid yet vague. I don't know how you managed it but you did.

 

I'm glad I decided to read your story. I'll definitely want to know more about the Stetson boy. Or probably not knowing is perfect. :P

 

Tara.

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On 07/02/2011 12:39 AM, Tara00 said:
OMG! Ambiguity at it's best! The mysterious boy 'converting' the innocent boy for a night (I wonder I'd like that theme). But figures I did. You had a way of simply stating the darkest of things that happened that night. We know everything that happened, but do we really?

 

The descriptions were vivid yet vague. I don't know how you managed it but you did.

 

I'm glad I decided to read your story. I'll definitely want to know more about the Stetson boy. Or probably not knowing is perfect. :P

 

Tara.

Aww thanks for reading Tara :) Glad you liked it :)I love that air of mystery :) Next time, its even more mysterious so watch this space! :)
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