Authors: Samantha Forest
Robert nodded. “I understand. I feel your pain,” he said. “I had an abusive uncle who used to touch me when I was very young, and would threaten to hit me every time I told him I was going to tell his brother, who was my father.”
“Wow, that’s very secretive, you probably have not told many people that,” Barnaby said with a horrified look on his face.
“I haven’t, but for some reason I feel very comfortable telling you Barnaby,” Robert said with a smile.
“There’s more of my story that I need to tell you Robert. What I said earlier was putting it lightly. I was torn apart by that bitch, made to suffer, so I ran away, and I tried to live in the slums all my life. But…she would follow me…and would force me to live under her guard. I had to until the time was right, when I could escape. I did so for the first time recently, and it’s been the best moments of my life,” he told Robert.
Robert nodded. “I get that. I mean, you can change yourself. I see that you’re a great man, someone with potential, and an enjoyable person under the cold, hard façade,” he told Barnaby.
“Thanks. You’re great too. You’re like that best friend I had always been looking for. Of course, I was also all alone. I had a shitty home life, and a shitty personal life. I didn’t have friends, mainly because everyone was scared of me. Plus, I was never interested in women, so the ones who threw themselves at me were usually tossed away, and then they ran around saying that I didn’t give a fuck about them. I didn’t, but that’s because I’m not interested in women,” he said.
Robert paused, looking at the man. “You’re not?”
“Nope. Despite my hard façade, I don’t like women. I like men. I’m gay, and that was frowned upon as well. It’s been hardship after hardship, and to be honest this is the first time I’ve ever come to terms with it,” he told Robert.
Robert understood. He had a great life in comparison to this man, but it seemed that Barnaby was trying.
“Well, you’re doing great,” he said.
“Thank you. I have become the leader of a small group, and I’ve become more of an alpha, but it still hurts, and it’s why I keep doing what I’m doing. I don’t know what to do about myself,” he said.
Robert nodded. “It’s fine. You have me, and if you ever want to talk, I’m all ears,” he said.
The other man nodded. “Thank you Robert. To be honest, I was a bit nervous around you when I first met you…but then…I started to see that you were a caring individual. A man who did seem to understand me, and I appreciate that,” he said.
Robert smiled. “Good. I’m here for you…Barnaby,” he said.
“I’m here for you too,” the other said.
The two men embraced each other, and for a moment, Robert thought of spilling his own secret, that he was gay as well. There was something holding him back from just telling Barnaby that he can unzip his tight jeans and Robert could do the rest. Licking the tip and kissing it softly before taking the whole thing fully down his throat. Robert had always been the receiver. He would always elect to be the first one to be lubed up, and the first once to reach into his lovers tight boxer briefs and put a strangle hold on the large cock that filled in the gaps. After the few seconds when extremely vivid situations filled in the void of spectral infinity, Robert realized now was not the time to tell him. He hugged the other man, happy and satisfied with the way everything was for now.
Barnaby and Robert drove back into town and said their goodbyes, and for the first time ever, Robert saw the other man smile. Robert was grateful to meet someone as amazing as Barnaby, but there was something about his aura that was telling Robert he was more than meets the eye. When Robert fell asleep that night, he felt satisfied that he got to know Barnaby better, and that the potential to be more than friends was present. But there was something still unsettling about him, something that made him want to learn more about his past and group that he was the leader of.
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The two men hung out frequently after that, talking about each other’s past experiences. The only problem with some of their conversations was the depth of the personal issues. Barnaby would always teeter with caution over certain subjects, causing Robert to question himself. Would Robert see him differently if Barnaby told him his personal past? He didn’t know. What was also surprising was that the arson attacks did not occur as much. Robert would often spend time in his office just daydreaming about the dragon that he was beginning to think was only a figment of his imagination.
Every time he would spend time with Barnaby, Rob would act as though he was a straight man. He eventually was forced to tell a story about his most interesting sexual experience and he described a time with his first boyfriend.
“So I was in doggie position with Crystal, and I was just going to town. She loved to take it very deep and at a speed that was as close as possible to the speed of light. I was at the point where I was about to just bust inside of her, and I just decided to shift into a gear I had never shifted into before. Right before my two little guys down there were about to spill their sacred juice, I accidentally went full speed directly into her asshole!” Robert said while bursting into laughter, talking of the man who later ended up ironically becoming straight, as if this moment in time caused him to confuse himself some more.
“No way, hahahaha” Barnaby exclaimed as her fell to the left of the tree he was sitting against.
“….The best part is….I ended up finishing inside of him after he begged me to get out!” Barnaby shrieked amidst gasps of air.
After about 5 seconds of nonstop laughter, Barnaby’s joyous face transformed into a confused look,
“…..Did you say...him?..” Barnaby questioned.
“Oh whoops haha, I meant her,” Robert pleaded after reconstructing to a straight face pose.
“Oh, that just caught me off guard…Still a hilarious moment though,” Barnaby said before he decided to tell of his own experience.
“I once knew this guy who would literally pound me so hard every single time I went over to his place. I felt as if he was such a superior to me, even though I can definitely hold my own. Anyway, he ended up almost killing me when I asked him to choke me…but I mean I was asking for it considering he outweighed me by about 50 pounds of muscle hahaha,” continued Barnaby as Robert went from 6 o’clock to midnight thinking of this man being dominated in the bedroom by another man.
“Wow that’s…surprising. You seem like such an alpha, I can’t see you picture you being an omega.” Robert slurred, as he realized that every single conversation led to him wanted Barnaby for himself even more.
“I like to be on both ends of the stick, it’s much more fun feeling it from every angle.” Barnaby said, leading to a conversation about a few emotional problems that Barnaby had with his former lovers.
Most of their conversations had gone like this. Where Robert would come close to spilling his secret to Barnaby but would always just change the subject right before he was to say it.
After a few weeks of spending time with his so called “best friend”, Robert had still gone nowhere with Barnaby. The two cases of arson had still been unsolved, and without more to inspect, Robert found himself spending much more time with himself. For the entirety of his relationship, starting from the night of his first embrace with Barnaby, Robert touched himself frequently to the thought of being in bed with Barnaby naked. He wanted to fully grasp his member, with his hands as well as with his mouth and it never took him long to finish.
Before deciding to set a location and time to tell Barnaby the truth, Robert received a phone call. There had been a fire in a residential home not too far from the first two, and he told the lady on the other end that he was on his way.
He arrived at a run-down home, and was greeted by a woman upon arrival.
“Are you the detective?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. What’s your name?”
“Teresa. This is my husband Marcus. Our son left years ago, or at least that’s what I thought. I believe he is the one responsible for this destruction” she said while pointing at the burning and melting remains of a small home.
He nodded. “What’s your son’s name, if you don’t mind me asking?” he asked her.
“His name is Barnaby, and he is roughly 30 years old, 6 feet tall, and weighs about 220 pounds” she explained.
That’s when it hit him. The same Barnaby? That was definitely the same Barnaby he had grown a relationship to, but why burn down his mother’s house? This had to be a joke, this just had to be. However, Robert kept his cool, writing down the information.
“Thank you,” he told her.
“Thanks. I’ll be trying to scrounge up a motel for us,” she replied.
“That works. I have to investigate while the fires are being put out,” he told her.
He raced down to the house, and soon, he saw it again. It was smaller this time, but it was that red dragon. It seemed as though it had been admiring its work for the few minutes previous on a nearby mountain, as the flight path was a straightaway shot away from the location. Robert knew what he had to do, but the sinking feeling that he might discover the truth started to loom over him.
“This had to be a joke. This just had to be,” he said to himself. He was starting to get a bad feeling from this. However, he continued on his way, heading over to what seemed to be the other side of town. The dragon moved fast, but Robert knew of the shortcuts, so he was able to get to the location in time.
Then he saw it.
The dragon was resting in the gazebo, its majestic wings completely covering its body. It looked as if it had been injured, grimacing in pain as it kept licking the inside of its wing. After starring in disbelief for around 5 minutes, Robert decided he needed to go over and comfort the bright red dragon. Right as he was starting to head in the direction of the mammoth, Robert noticed something strange. The dragon had markings on its back that looked oddly familiar. Before he could even fathom how these marking were familiar the beast morphed into its true form.
Out into fruition came his friend, Barnaby, looking completely fine as if he did not feel the transformation from a large dragon into a regular man. Robert could not believe his eyes. Barnaby had been the arsonist he had been searching for these past few weeks. He was the man who almost killed his own mother, and the man had been burning down buildings for apparently no reason.
Barnaby had still been facing the opposite direction, making it difficult for Robert to approach him. He inched closer, looking at the figure in front of him. Barnaby then turned to Robert, his form now fully human.
“Well…I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” Barnaby said as he flashed a smile.
Robert stepped into the light, looking at the other man.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said.
“I do. I have to. I’m sick of living this life of pain…Everything is going wrong…I burned down all of the places that have hurt me, and that was the last location. But I didn’t stop her, and I know that I never will,” he said.
Barnaby slunk into the corner and Robert came over to him, holding him in his arms.
“Come with me. I’m not taking you to the station, just to a place to talk where nobody can bother us,” he told him.
“Fine. I’m actually very glad that you found out about this side of me,” Barnaby said.
Robert took him to his car, driving him over to his own home. When he got there, he pulled Barnaby out, bringing him inside. He would check in with the station later, but first he had to resolve this. He closed the door, putting Barnaby on the couch. Robert looked at him, his eyes fraught with concern.
“So why? Why did you do it? How did this happen?” he asked without a chance for any question to be answered.
Barnaby started to cry, tears falling down his face. Robert pulled him into his arms, comforting his sad friend.
“It’s my fault. It all started when I was a kid, and the dreaded incident happened. I never told you, but I got attacked by a dragon. My mother tried to protect me from it but lost her life, and my dad didn’t do anything to help. I was supposed to die, but since the dragon’s blood entered my system before it was able to massacre me, I was physically able to transform into a dragon. My stepmother knew that I suffered, but she didn’t even care. She was too busy being a floozy with my father, and I had to fend for myself. From there, she was going out with him, leaving me alone to suffer. All those years of the same treatment by her caused the anger to grow within me. I don’t have anyone who cares about me, or anyone who loves me. I wanted to get rid of all of that so the pain would go away. They all deserve their lives to be destroyed and their possessions burned into ash,” he told Robert.
Robert listened with attention, nodding as the other man finished speaking.
“I get it. I understand how you feel. Is that why you attacked?” he asked.
“Yes, because I want to get rid of it all, burn my past and burn the bridges,” he told Robert.
“I understand. You know that this is a crime though? All of these fires are putting me in a tough position,” he mentioned to him. It wasn’t going to be easy to let the man off the hook, especially now that he mysteriously ran from the scene and was talking to an individual alone.