"Love and Dark Rooms" A futa on male story with punk influences

Story by Kloah

Okay this is my first story and I'm not good with grammar and spelling but i just hope that its entertaining. No actual sex til chapter two though. Happy reading

Chapter One

"So are you looking forward to the new apartment?" My mother looked back at me I was cramped in the car with my knees up near my face, a comforter over my legs ,and a fast rock-heavy techno beat bumping in my right ear. "Bowie seems like a beautiful place." She turns to look back at the road.

"Yeah" My forehead was looking out the frosted glass watching as the scenery blurred past and semi trucks roared around us. Yeah had been my fall back comeback in these one-sided car conversations that happened every other month.

"I've been told that the high school there is very nice, and they have a lot of kids like uh like you." She turned and smiled at me again ,but I was entranced with the passing scenery. In my last school I had a few friends and a few enemies and a crush on a cute hardcore girl. I was too shy to talk to her, I spent most of my time messing with my music software.

"Yeah" Soon my thoughts went to the kids that weren't so cool. Jocks that called me metal face, religous nuts that called me a heathen, and parents that told their kids to not talk to me. Sure i had snake bites, and gauged ears but some treated me like the plague. My hair flowed down to my collarbone held place by a beanie, which accented my thin and long body. I was almost six foot one.

"Well i hope you like it better than our place we had in Virginia. You got into the wrong crowd down there" Once again she turned to look at me with concern in her eyes. My mom was a caring person ,but she was also a heavy smoker. She lit up a cigarette and cracked the window to alleviate the smoke. I pulled my comforter over my mouth to filter the smell; I was a slightly allergic and she was slightly addicted.

"Yeah" Being in the wrong crowd or not making friends, my mother couldn't decide between which. When anything illegal happens I always seem to disappear, and when i'm in a social situations i also seem to disappear. I look ahead and see Bowie was already upon us, and a billboard caught my attention about a concert for a local hardcore band, The Witches of Mary. All four member were hot girls, milky white skin and piercings on sexy musicians.

"Looks like you'll have something to look forward to." Looking at me I continue to stare out the window slightly angling my head to see the billboard longer. I hid a shy smile under my warm comforter, and looked forward to this move a little more than usual. The track changes over to a slower more jazzy techno with some lovely riffs from an electric guitar.

"Yeah.”

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Our apartment was on the bottom floor of a very normal looking apartment building, neither rundown or perfect. I had enough practice to know to only grab my essentials for the first day and tomorrow i would get the rest. I hugged my futon mattress wrapped around the rest of my luggage and hefted it in the direction my mother pointed me. The futon rolled onto the shag carpet (my mothers reason for choosing this place) and the rest was carted to the bathroom. Stumbling I made it to my mattress and quickly passed out with a funky dub-step techno beat in my ears.

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"VVVVVVVVMMMMM VVVVVMMMM" an alarm clock from my phone vibrated on my chest, I grabbed it instinctively. I had dreamt all night. My dream was relaxed and happy, I woke refreshed and ready to start school. This was very strange because my first night in a new apartment is usually a fitful and exhausting. I stripped and started to shower while brushing my teeth, after I worked some skin cream around my gauge and piercing holes. I like to be responsible with them, it gives me alot of self respect. I slipped in black spikes for my piercings and solid black plugs for my ears. I brushed my hair and slipped on a tight band V-neck and a slouch beanie. I had made sure to get some thermal pants to put under my jeans, they kept the cold out so i wouldn't have to buy warmer clothes. I slipped them in my jeans and put both on at the same time, a trick I learned from a friend that lived in a cold state. I put on a striped hoodie with fleece inside and slid on my black skate shoes.

My mom was already inside the kitchen and ready for work. She works at a small business management company that goes to businesses around the U.S. and helps them get started or get re-started on the path to a successful business.

"Heres your lunch Tyler, make sure you eat it! You look way to skinny." She laughed to herself as she rushed out the door. Peanut butter and jelly, her usual nutritional supplement. I went out to the car and i picked up my skate board and my Ipad . The skate board and Ipad (and most of the professional music softwar

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