Dark LIttle Town: The Beginning

Dark Little Town: The Beginning

Tynan was a quiet little town with two major festivals a year –a Winter Wonderland hosted by the local high school, and a Summer Block Party planned and hosted by the town itself. It was at one of these festivities, the Winter Wonderland actually, that ten-year-old Tyler Norse met his best friend, a husky red-head by the name of Heath Gibson.
“He’s really pretty,” Tyler was sitting on the rickety fence a few summers later when they were both thirteen. Around them, a variety of townsfolk milled around looking at cattle and vegetables, “You know…for being a kid.”
“He’s probably, what? Nine? Cripes,” Heath was eating, like he usually was, but a bright red apple he had paid twenty five cents for, having not been able to find a potato chip vendor.
“So what?”
Heath was the only person in the world who knew that Tyler liked other boys, and Tyler had been relieved to find that Heath sort of agreed with him.
“So what –you could go to jail for even thinking about doing stuff with a ten year old.”
“Adults go to jail, Heath. Kids go to juvie.”
“Whatever, you still can’t have it.”
“I was making an observation, Heath. I wasn’t going to act on any of it.”
“I never know with you. We’ve gotten into trouble, but I don’t want to add molestation our list of crimes.”
“Don’t worry –not until we’re sixteen at least.” Tyler grinned, pulling him closer to kiss him.
“Dude! Not in public!” Heath pushed him away, “Christ! Did you steal that piece of apple my mouth or did I swallow it?”
“I dunno,” Typer slyly crunched on it. “This Fair is lame. Let’s go to my place and play some video games or something.”
“Okay,” Heath took one last bite of his apple before pitching it over the fence, and wiping his hands on the bottom of his shirt.
The two made the short trek in record time, shouting hello to Tyler’s Mom who was baking in the kitchen before closing themselves into Tyler’s room.
“What do you want to play?” Tyler asked, moving to pull out his PlayStation and two controllers from underneath his television.
“Doesn’t matter --” Heath grabbed his wrist, pulling him close for a moment. “First do that thing with your tongue…”
“What thing?” Tyler asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You know…when you kiss me and shove it in my mouth, tracing those little circles against mine.”
“Ah,” Tyler nodded. “I thought you didn’t like it when I kissed you?”
“I don’t like it when you do it public, I’ve got no problem with it in private.”
“Ah,” Tyler repeated, putting his hands on Heath’s hips before obliging his request. The two boys kissed for a few moments, before Tyler pulled away, surprised as Heath’s hands had moved up under the bottom of his cut-off shorts to squeeze his ass, “What are you doing?”
“I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I was just…going with the flow.” Heath shoved his roving hands into his pockets, blushing red.
“Well, think before you touch me like that, christ!”
“I’m sorry! I thought you’d like it!”
“Heath, we’re thirteen! We are so not ready to be touching each other like that, fuck,”
“Right, right…sorry. Let’s just, play a game,” Heath turned away, flushing an even darker shade of red. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back. You can pick something out.”
Once in the bathroom, Heath sank down onto the tiled floor, burying his head in his hands, silently berating himself and his impending hard-on.


A few weeks later, school started and in a quest to get his mind off of Tyler, he started asking out girls and fooling around with them rather then with Tyler.
It was almost Thanksgiving when Tyler’s parents died in a car accident coming home from a trip to the supermarket. They skidded on a patch of ice, rolled their car, and smacked dead-on into a large oak tree a few streets down from their house.
Miranda, Tyler’s sister, dropped him off at the Gibson’s, not knowing what else to do with him as she made other arrangements for the funeral of both their parents. Heath was in his bedroom reading a Sports Illustrated when Tyler let himself in.
“Hey,” He put the magazine down and straightened on the bed, “You okay?”
“Do I look okay?” Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his duffle bag onto the floor. Heath was quiet, and Tyler shrugged before continuing, “I’m fine. I guess I just don’t know what I’m supposed to feel, you know? Miranda is freaking out, everyone around us seems to be bawling their eyes out, and…I just feel sort of numb.” He turned to look at Heath. “I’m more concerned about what the hell is going to happen to me then anything else. My parents are dead, and I don’t expect Miranda to drop her life to take care of me until I’m 18, so…what’s going to happen to me?”
Heath shifted on the bed, wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist, ignoring the turn in the pit of his stomach as he got close to his best friend, “I don’t know, Ty.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Heath rested his chin on Tyler’s shoulder, the closeness feeling natural, but also strange because it had been so long since he’d let himself get so physically close to Tyler.
“What if they put me in foster care or something?”
“That won’t happen, I wouldn’t let it.”
Tyler sighed, shaking his head, “I’m tired.”
“C’mon, we can go to sleep then, Heath moved again, pulling Tyler against his chest on the bed and wrapping a leg over Tyler’s knees.
“Heath, I can’t breath with your arm over my neck like that.”
“Sorry,” Heath shifted his arm down to Tyler’s waist. The two lay side-by-side together quietly for a few minutes before Tyler cleared his throat to speak again.
“Heath?”
“Yeah?”
“How do you think you know when you’re ready for sex?”
“Uh…I don’t know. Why do you ask?” Heath’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Because, I really feel like I’m ready. I don’t want to freak you out or anything,” He leaned up on an elbow, looking at him. “I want my first time to be with you, Heath.”
“You aren’t just saying that because of what’s happening, are you?”
“No.” Tyler shook his head, moving to press his lips to Heath’s, whispering softly into his ear. “I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now, how good it would feel to just…play with each other, jack off or maybe even try a blow job. I want to learn with you. I think I might love you. You’re like one of the most important people in my life.”
“And…you want to have sex…with me?”
“Not like anal sex or anything, just experimental stuff.”
“And you want to do this now?”
“Now…later…whatever.”
“Well, do you want to do me, or do you want me to do you?”
“I dunno, do you think you’re ready to get serviced?”
“Serviced? Where the hell did you hear that?”
“I read it on the internet.”
“I don’t know, Ty. This is pretty serious, right? Jerking off by ourselves is one thing, but doing it to each other or putting each other’s dick in our mouths. Can we do that?”
“I think we should try.”
“Well, you’re the one who wants to try it out, I’m willing to be your guinea pig.”
“If you don’t want to, or you want to think about it, that’s fine Heath. It isn’t like I’m going anywhere for awhile.” Tyler laid his head back down on Heath’s arm.
Heath swallowed, looking at him before brushing his fingers across his cheek and tilting his face to kiss him, their tongues pushing together and overfilling their mouths.
“Don’t kiss me to make me feel better, I feel like shit,” Tyler shook his head with a sigh.
“Well, when you’re ready…you can fuck me anytime.” Heath promised.
Tyler smiled, “Okay.” He snuggled down against Heath’s chest and closed his eyes.
A few hours later, he woke up to Heath’s fingers stroking his hair and the sound of flipping magazine pages. Heath looked down as Tyler stirred, “Hey Sleepy-head.”
“Hey. What time is it?”
“A little after ten. I didn’t want to wake you up, so you missed supper, but there’s a plate in the mic for you if you’re hungry.”
Tyler shook his head, “No, I’m good.”
Heath put his magazine down, watching him brush sleep from his eyes, “Well, my parents went to bed, so as long as we’re quiet we can do whatever. You want to watch a mo—” He was silenced by Tyler’s lips against his, his hands pushing him back against the headboard with surprising strength.
“You know what I want,” Tyler’s voice was breathy and he sucked softly on Heath’s bottom lip. He leaned back for a moment to watch Heath nod and move to unbutton his jeans. He paused before he started to push them past his hips.
“You aren’t going to laugh at me, are you?”
“Of course not, jeez. I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Yeah, but not with the intention of doing anything to me.”
“Would it make you feel better if I was naked too?” Tyler asked, edging off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. Heath was silent, mouth gapped as Tyler pushed his own jeans and underwear down around his ankles before stepping from them. “See? No big deal.”
Heath’s face turned pink, but he finally slid off the rest of his clothes, letting them join Tyler’s on the floor.
“Okay, lay down.” Tyler got on his knees at the foot of the bed, waiting for Heath to oblige him, “Loosen up, Heath. Cripes.” He pushed his friend’s knees apart, looking at the other boy’s equipment for a moment.
“Are you just going to look at it, or are you going to touch it?” Heath curled an arm behind his head.
“Yeah, I was just getting a good look. Outside of porn, I’ve never really looked at another dick besides my own.” Tyler slid his hands up Heath’s thighs, running the back of his nails over Heath’s scrotum before wrapping his finger’s around the base of his member. Heath’s eyes closed as Tyler began stroking him. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Tyler’s, tightening his grip.
“You’re already hard,” Tyler teased, brushing Heath’s hand away. “How am I supposed to perfect my skills as a gay guy if my guinea pig only lasts a few minutes at a time?”
“I can’t help it that you turn me on. I’ve been concealing a stiffy since you kissed me earlier.”
Tyler continued stroking him, pausing for a moment as Heath’s eyes closed and his throat emitted involuntary grunts.
“Do you come?”
“What?”
“Do you come? You know, ejaculate. Semen.”
“Oh, yeah, of course I do. Does it matter?”
“I was just checking,” Tyler continued stroking him. “What’s it like? Do you just kind of ooze it out, or does it shoot out in jets?”
“I don’t know, jets I guess.”
“Oh good,” Tyler nodded. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Fuck it, I’m about to go right now.” Heath groaned, his hand returning around Tyler’s again. He watched as Tyler put his mouth above the head of his penis as the first jet erupted, Tyler’s tongue emerging to catch it. Heath’s eyes widened as his best friend caught the subsequent white ropes in his mouth before leaning back, swirling it around in his mouth and brushing his thumb over the head of Heath’s appendage, licking away the last traces of come that had remained there from his own skin.
“You swallowed it?”
Tyler grinned, nodding, “Yeah. It’s good.”
“What’s it taste like?”
“Hmm…salty, I guess. You’ve never tasted your own come before?”
Heath shook his head, “No, not really. How come you didn’t use your mouth?”
“I was able to see your face better. You were really cute when you were watching me drink your come,” Tyler grinned again. “You want to try?”
“I dunno…I’m already getting hard again,” Heath brushed his hand over his truthfully hardening cock.
Tyler nodded, “I know something fun we can do then.”
“You do?” Heath asked.
“Sure,” Tyler nodded, moving to press his member against Heath’s, laying on top of him, pressing their bodies together tightly. He grunted, pulling one of Heath’s legs over his own before thrusting upwards. Heath gasped, his eyes closing for a moment.
“You like it?” Tyler asked, feeling precome trickling from his own member, lubing the two of them, along with Heath’s come.
“Heath nodded, his hands gripping Tyler’s hips, “Yeah…Fuck.”
Tyler smiled, thrusting harder and quicker until they were both panting and sweaty, their appendages covered in each other’s fluids.
“A few more times,” Heath requested as Tyler started to move away.
“We’re going to get chapped dicks,” Tyler teased, thrusting against him again anyway.
“It’s worth it,” Heath groaned, shuddering again, his breath ragged.
Tyler rolled away, brushing his hair away from his face, “Heath?”
“Yeah, Ty?”
“I’m really glad that my first time with another boy was wit you.”
“Me too.”


“If you could fuck anyone for the rest of your life, who would it be?” Tyler, Heath, and another friend by the name of Jordan, now seventeen, were just entering a high and scavenging the Norse kitchen for munchies.
“You, of course.” Heath pressed Tyler against the dishwasher, kissing him and letting his hands rove past the waistband of his best friend’s jeans, groping him.
“Aw, how sweet,” Tyler kissed him back and licked his lips before turning to Jordan. “What about you? Certainly not Melanie?”
“God no! Did I tell you that she wants to have a baby? We just started our senior year of high school and she wants to get married and have a kid –she’s fuckin’ nuts. I’m breaking up with her tomorrow.”
“That’s what you get for having one of those silly ‘relationships’,” Heath brought Tyler’s mouth back to his.
“You know, there is a word for guys like you.” Tyler raised an eyebrow.
“There are several and I’m proud to be each and every one of them,” Heath’s mouth was wet and still tasted of the marijuana they had shared.
“We need to stop getting high together,” Tyler teased. “It makes you horny.”
“That’s not the weed, that’s you.”
“You two are disgusting,” Jordan shook his head, putting the container of cottage cheese he had been eating back in the fridge. “I’m going home, see you later.” He pulled Tyler away from Heath long enough for a short kiss before laying on one Heath too. “Have a nice night, don’t wake up Miranda.”
“We haven’t yet,” Tyler pulled him back, kissing him deeper and licking his lips as he pulled away. “We’ll break you one of these days, Jordan. Maybe you’d like taking it up the ass. It’s surprisingly good.”
“Maybe some other night.”
Once Jordan had disappeared from the kitchen, Heath lifted Tyler easily onto the counter, “C’mon –whip it out.” He turned away to the refrigerator as Tyler started to undo his pants.
“You wanna do this in the kitchen? My room’s not a total mess, you know. There’s plenty of room for both of us on the bed.” Tyler raised a suggestive eyebrow.
“Naw, easier to clean up the mess I want to make in the kitchen then it would be in your room,” Heath grinned.
“What are you doing? –Oh no, you are not putting grape jelly on my dick. Do you know how hard that would be to get out of my pubes?”
“Don’t be disgusting,” Heath sighed. “I was moving it out of the way to get to the whipped cream.”
“Can or tub?”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Tub is quieter.”
“But the can is so much more fun…”
“You want to try something new?” Tyler pulled Heath back from him, the fridge door closing a moment later.
“New?”
“Yeah. Jimmy gave me a good deal on some new stuff.”
“What kind of new stuff? Did you get E again? That shit was sweet, but it’ll fuck you up if it’s not made right.”
“No, no…”
“Then what?”
“Coke.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“And you wanna snort it?”
“Gross, no!” Tyler shook his head. “We can try it, but that’s weird. I figured we could lick it off each other,” He demonstrated by licking a line up Heath’s neck.
“I dunno Ty, you seem pretty bent on finding harder stuff lately. Pretty soon you’re going to kill us.”
“We’ll just try a taste,” Tyler coaxed, running his hand through Heath’s hair. “Just enough to get a buzz.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Heath shook his head, pressing his mouth to Tyler’s, letting his tongue do the reprimanding for him.
“So, you’ll try it with me?”
“Yeah, I’ll try it with you. If I’m gonna die with someone, it might as well be you.”
“I’m glad you see it my way then. Let’s go to my room.” Tyler jumped down from the counter, his fingers tightening around Heath’s wrist as he pulled him from the kitchen, tip-toeing quietly down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door behind the to two of them before he pushed Heath onto the bed. “Wait there,” He moved to his dresser, reaching to the back of his top drawer to remove the plastic baggie filled with the white powder. He tucked it into his back pocket, continuing to grope around under his clothes until he found what he was looking for.
“Condoms? Are those necessary? You been sleeping around on me?” Heath asked, twisting to pull open the bedside drawer to remove the first bottle of lube he found.
“Hmm, not that one,” Tyler shook his head, slapping Heath’s hands away from the drawer.
“What’s the difference?” Heath asked, watching amused as Tyler just pulled out the drawer and dumped it on the bed.
“Because I use certain lubes for certain things,” Tyler shrugged. “You wanted to use KY, which I typically use for masturbation. I like using Wet or Astroglide for sex.”
“And what about these other little bottles?” Heath raised an eyebrow, picking up one of the small trial-sized bottles between his thumb and index finger.
“It’s flavored for blow-jobs. We’ve used them before, you probably just didn’t notice.” Tyler set the bottle he had been looking for on the corner of the night-stand, and swiped the rest of the bottles back into the drawer before pushing it back into place on the night stand.
“And why do you have this collection?” Heath raised an eyebrow, moving to lean against the headboard of the bed.
“I like to have options,” Tyler pulled his shirt over his head before straddling Heath’s hips between his knees. “Don’t you?” His fingers went under Heath’s shirt and he pressed their mouths together, his tongue probing past Heath’s lips. When he leaned back, reaching into his back pocket for the packet of cocaine, “You want to try it first?”
“Sure,” Heath nodded, taking the packet from him and unsealing it. “Err, how should I do this?”
“Here,” Tyler took Heath’s hand, sucking on his pinky for a second before releasing him again. “Put it on your finger.”
“Okay…and then what?”
“I think you’re supposed to run it across your gums and teeth,” Tyler took the packet from him, repeating what he had done to Heath for himself before dipping his finger in the powder, licking it off, “But I don’t think it makes a difference.”
Heath nodded, sucking on his pinky, “Hmm…I thought it would taste…chalky or something, but it doesn’t.”
“I can’t believe we’ve never done cocaine before,” Tyler took another taste before sealing the bag again and tucking it into his back pocket again. “It wasn’t that expensive.”
“How much you pay for it?” Heath asked, shifting down the headboard into the pillows, his hands tucking into Tyler’s pockets.
“Ten bucks,” Tyler kissed his neck, “Jimmy told me it was cut with sugar, which is probably why it tasted sweet.”
“Hmm…it’s interesting,” Heath pulled his hand around to the front of Tyler’s jeans, reaching into his front pocket, “You didn’t tell me what the condoms were for. Something you need to tell me?”
“No, I haven’t fucked up,” Tyler laughed. “I just like the way they feel once in awhile. They make me feel safer, I guess.”
“You’re with me,” Heath argued.
“Exactly,” Tyler scoffed.
“Hey, you don’t want to have sex with me, that’s fine.” Heath grabbed him around the waist, flipping him over onto his back and rolling on top of him. “I’ve got plenty of other people I can call up for a night of fucking around.”
“It’s not a big deal, Heath. It was just an idea.” Heath couldn’t see Tyler’s color rising as he looked away, slipping his hands to undo Heath’s jeans. “Get these jeans off.”
Heath was quiet, pulling his shirt over his head, sighing softly as Tyler’s hands slipped into his jeans and Tyler used his free hand to pull his ear down to his mouth.
“Do you want to be Top? Will that make you feel better?”
“I thought we’d already established that that was the way it was going to be,” Heath raised an eyebrow, his fingers tracing down Tyler’s chest, feeling out the crevices in his muscles before he started to push away the denim still encasing him. “Now shut up and let me do my thing, okay?”
Tyler nodded, folding an arm behind his head and pressing his lips together as Heath’s mouth made a journey down his body, stopping just before he would have put his mouth around Tyler’s member, his breath warm against his stomach as he paused for a moment.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler asked.
“Nothing,” Heath shook his head. “The drugs are kicking in,” He smiled softly, pushing his jeans off the rest of the way before tossing the last of their clothes from the bed and picking up the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Tyler flinched slightly at the cold fluid as it landed on his member and Heath quieted him again, pressing their mouths together, working the lube into his partner’s skin. Tyler’s moan came out as more of a squeak past both of their lips.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Tyler turned his head away as Heath’s hand’s moved from his appendage and back between his own legs, probing his anus with his slick fingers.
“Letting you fuck me,” Heath replied breathily, pushing Tyler to fit into him.
“You look so sexy,” Tyler’s fingers traced Heath’s tightly closed mouth as he sat up, pulling a leg over Heath’s and pushing deeper inside of him. Heath didn’t reply, moaning softly against Tyler’s lips as he kissed him, rocking up-and-down on his member. Tyler’s faint pleas of satisfaction where like music to Heath’s ears, driving him to fulfill his best friend’s desires, abusing himself willingly for that last choked up pant, and a low groan of orgasm, his prize for a job well done.
“Fuck,” Tyler moaned as his now soft cock slipped from inside of Heath, come still trickling a path down it, and out of Heath’s rectum.
“You liked it?” Heath was suddenly the self-conscious thirteen year old that he had had sex with that first time.
“Perfect,” Tyler assured him, his eyes closing softly, a hand pressing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing back down to normal. “But now we have to take care of you yet,” He pulled Heath’s lips to his. “How do you want me?”
“I don’t need you to do anything but lay there and look pretty,” Heath shook his head, his hand traveling to his member, stroking himself. It wasn’t long before he was emitting his own cry of satisfaction, proof of which was splattering across Tyler’s chest.
“What a waste,” Tyler’s voice seemed to be filled with pity.
‘What are you talking about? It’s not going to waste,” Heath rolled his eyes, continuing to stroke himself soft before he leaned down, lapping his tongue up Tyler’s chest. “Clean up is half of the fun, silly.”

The next morning, Heath sounded annoyed as he pulled his clothes back on almost immediately after having woken up.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler stretched and yawned before tunneling out from under the covers. “You sound all huffy.”
‘We slept together again last night, didn’t we? And we did cocaine! Fuck, what the hell were we thinking, Ty? Weed once in awhile is one thing, but when we start getting our hands on harder stuff? Christ.”
“Didn’t you like it?”
“For once I want to remember the whole night before, Tyler. Not just bits and pieces clouded from drugged out illusions.”
“So you’re mad because we did a tiny amount of coke, not because we fucked?”
“I’m used to that, Tyler. You’re a bad influence on me. We have like eight months of school left before we can get out of this hell-hole little town. Stop trying to kill the both of us.”
“I’m sorry…I guess, I wasn’t thinking.” Tyler blushed red.
“Obviously not,” Heath sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling on his socks and sneakers. “Why do you want to do it with me anyway? I’m fat, I sleep with girls, and I’m not even that good at it.”
“First of all, you are not fat, so just shut up. Secondly, I don’t care who else you sleep with, and I’ve always thought you were fabulous in bed.”
“What do you know? I’m the only one you’ve got balls for and we’ve been screwing since we were thirteen.”
“Exactly. I love you.”
“Don’t say that,” Heath shook his head. “You love me as your best friend, Tyler. Stop trying to push me into one of your gay-romantic fantasies. Find a goddamn boyfriend and stop fucking with me.”
“Heath…I thought you liked it. I thought…I know you aren’t gay Heath, but you still like guys. You like me.”
“I do, Tyler. I love fucking around with you, but we’ve got to face it. I can’t be your boyfriend.”
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. We can screw around together at parties and on weekends, but I don’t want you to be my boyfriend.”
“I gotta go,” Heath shook his head. “I’ll call you later. I’m sorry.” He pressed a short kiss to Tyler’s forehead. “Go back to sleep…and don’t be mad at me.” Tyler was silent, watching Heath stride from his bedroom.