I think if we'd been able to just fuck for the rest of our lives without having to actually get to know each other, Seith and I would still be together today. Unfortunately, there comes a time in every relationship when you zip up your fly and start talking. Usually, those are the moments I cherish. Sexual being I may be, but I do like spending time with my clothes on getting to know people.
Our first conversation, real conversation was full of more uncomfortable pauses than when Hitler seig heiled The Grim Reaper. I can't remember it word for word, but here's a brief synopsis of Seith's Alleged Autobiography:
Seith was born in a southern state to a Southern Family. His father died when he was twelve, and as in most fairy tales his mother remarried a Wicked. Wicked molested Seith from Day One. On Day Two Wicked's son, Stepbrother began molesting fucking Seith.
Seith was thirteen. His Wicked and Stepbrother had turned them into their own living sex doll. Of course, situation dictates that Seith couldn't tell Mother because his mother loved Wicked, and Wicked financed the hair salon that Mother owned. If Seith told his world would fall down around him.
At fifteen Seith dropped out of school and started working at the salon as a bookkeeper. He fell in love with Poor Boy and spent a full year escaping the clutches of Wicked and Stepbrother by staying overnight with Poor Boy. Then Poor Boy's Father found out, and he too began using Seith as a sperm recepticle.
Age sixteen and seventeen fly by under the bodies of one lover, and three rapists. Over time Seith falls in love with Stepbrother, and tells him about Wicked. Wicked and Stepbrother get into a huge argument that eventually leads to Stepbrother being kicked out.
Seith falls into a six month depression when lo, and behold a savior emerges. A guy who he's been talking to online buys him a plane ticket Away From Home.
Before he leaves, he breaks the news about his sexuality to his mother. He doesn't say a word about Wicked or Stepbrother, but suspects she knows anyway. He tells her that he's "not gay for the dick, but for the money." He "just want(s) a man to take care of him." That's where I come in.
Little does he know it was The Demerol that bought him his plane ticket. I can't afford to take care of a dog let alone an eighteen year old gay kid who's trying to make me his Happily Ever After.
Real life isn't a fairy tale. His story was.