Truth Prevails - Chapter 1.

[muscleaddict564]

Hey guys. Well, I originally wrote this story for Nifty, 'cause it doesn't really contain INSANE ?BER SEXAY MUSCLE GROWTH!!111 MUSCLE MILK!111!11 that a lot of these stories do. But, a user here read it and PM'd me and said I should give it a go here, so here we are! If I get good feedback here, I'll continue the story. It's mainly a teen romance between a smaller guy, Duncan, and a bigger guy, Jakub, who is an immigrant from the Czech Republic. The story is titled, "Truth Prevails" after the motto of the Czech Republic, "Pravda v?těz?". I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to make suggestions, but I can't promise they'll be implemented.

WARNING!
This story contains underage drinking, sex between minors of the same sex, perhaps some brutality, among other things of a mature nature. If you do not LIKE such elements, perhaps you shouldn't read this story.

Here is a link to the original nifty page, if you'd rather read it there. Although I daresay it's easier to see the text on Musclegrowth's background

http://nifty.guiltygroups.com/nifty/...truth-prevails

I grinned stupidly at my friend Annelie as we joked amongst ourselves,
sitting on the stairs of the gargantuan mansion we were in. Winter parties
are always the best, but I unfortunately tend to overdrink myself at every
single one. Something about all the snow and ice makes me get
excited. Don't ask why.

The strong taste of everclear lingered on my tongue, even though it had
been about 30 minutes since I had had a drink. At 5'8 and 125lbs, it didn't
take much for me to get to feeling the alcohol, and the same could be said
for Annelie, who had been my best friend since the beginning of high
school. She, however, had been takings shots of whatever she could find,
whereas I preferred to mix everclear with fruity drinks and let myself be
free.

Techno music reverberated in our ears as we heard faint dancing on the
other side of the house. There were so many people at this party that I
couldn't get my head around it. Mostly because you'd think people would be
going to visit distant relatives or whatever during Winter break, but
apparently, that wasn't the case. Thankfully for me, I was cool with most
of the people who were there, and the one who I wasn't cool with, I didn't
know. So all in all, it made for an enjoyable party.

"Hey shawties!" Angie, a tanned girl with bleach blonde hair, grinned as
she came from around the hallway near the dancefloor. She was hanging on
the arm of Connor, who was an all American kind of guy with the same shade
of blond hair, which complemented his icy blue eyes. Granted, he was just
as wasted as we were, so it didn't really do much for his image at the
time.

"HEY!" Annelie grinned as though this were the last chance she'd get to see
Angie. They sloppily hugged each other and Connor and I just kind of looked
at each other. "I think they're a little drunk." he said, making a pinching
gesture with his thumb and index fingers. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Right. THEY are the ones who are drunk." I nodded, convincing no one; not
even myself.

"Who's drunk?!" Jakub, a short and muscular Czech guy grinned, emerging
from the bathroom. Jakub had moved to Washington freshman year, and now,
one year later, he was part of our group of friends.

It may have just been water, but it looked like he had pissed himself. I
giggled at the sheer stupidity of the situation. Teenagers really do know
how to waste their time, whether it's productive, or not.

"Not us!" the girls grinned and high fived each other.

"Not good! Who wants a shot of Tequila!?" he said loudly in his heavy
Slavic accent.

"What the hell, man!? You're Czech, not Mexican! Give us something strong
that doesn't taste like piss!" Connor said.

"What do Americans know about alcohol!? But fine! Hypnotiq, anyone?"

"If I have one more ounce of alcohol, I'll have to get my stomach pumped
for sure." I nodded certainly.

"Don't be a wuss! Come on; first shot's yours!" He said as he poured
alcohol out of the elegant bottle. I was really amazed how some alcoholic
beverages came in such beautiful bottles. Maybe it's a ploy, but it's
soothing.

"To chase or not to chase, that is the question." I said as I walked up to
the counter where he was.

"Chase, why not? Wouldn't want you puking your guts out. Get some of this
Diet Cherry Pepsi; it kills the taste completely." Angie nodded as though
she were an expert at this or something. Which, by the looks of her at that
moment, I wouldn't doubt it if she were. I couldn't blame her, though. Who
doesn't like alcohol? It allows you to be yourself and not care. You can be
a jerk, a sweetheart, anything! Whatever your personality decides.

"Just take it already." Connor bitched, snapping me out of my daydreams.

"Alright." I said as I threw the poison down my throat. I didn't even need
a chaser; it tasted so good. I felt like downing it, but that'd be unfair
to everyone else, as well as my liver.

"Dayum. Someone call an AA meeting." Jakub snickered as I savoured the
taste.

"Shut up and shoot that hypnotiq." I jeered. I probably wouldn't've been so
outspoken if I had been sober. But alas, I wasn't, was I?

"Your wish is my command, baby." Jakub whistled as he threw two shots down
his throat.

"Hey! Cheater!" Annelie stood up to take the bottle from him. I'm pretty
sure at that point in the night and on, nothing was serious anymore.

"I'm the biggest guy here; it takes me more to get fucked up." Jakub said.

"You're already fucked up!" I said. "And self-centered." I added with a
smirk.

"I am NOT drunk!" he said shortly, before nearly falling over. He neglected
to deny his egotism.

Our jests and fucking about continued well into the night, and it was
around three or four when people, including Angie, Annelie, and Connor
started passing out. "We're gonna go on up and take some beds before
they're all gone." they said as bade them good night.

I was laying on the ground while Jakub was on the couch, and we just lay
there and talked for hours, about nothing in particular. That's another
thing about being drunk.. everything is interesting. We discussed things
like whether pink lemonade was better than regular lemonade, if we
preferred our popcorn buttered, and then more serious things.

"Do you miss your home country?" I asked him randomly, after a small spell
of silence.

"Sometimes, I guess." he said, scratching his stomach. "It's a lot smaller
than America. But, over there, it's more serious.. I never went to any huge
parties like this there. More crime, too, I suppose. Maybe that's just
because I come from Prague."

Silence followed, but neither of us slept. I didn't even notice that a girl
and a guy, presumably seniors, were in the room until the guy dramatically
tripped on himself and spilt beer all over my shirt and face as the beer
can flew out of his hand. The guy was about twice my size. I wasn't about
to pick a fight with him, but that didn't mean Jakub wasn't, who, granted,
was substantially larger than me. Alright, I guess I'll admit; I'm kind of
a wuss. I don't have the balls to sock a guy out if he's bigger than me. If
Jakub hadn't been there, I would have acted like I was too drunk to
care. But thankfully, he was.

"What the fuck, dude?" Jakub said, getting up faster than I would have
thought a drunk could.

The couple laughed, clearly as wasted as we were, but they were beyond
reality.

"Is this funny to you?" Jakub walked up to the guy and looked him straight
in the face with his piercing green eyes. Jakub wasn't scrawny like me, at
all. Okay, he wasn't that tall. I was 5'8, and he was 5'9. But, he was an
avid practiser of Brazilian Ju-jitsu. I know; I didn't know it was
practicsed there, either.

"Well, yeah." The dude laughed, obviously not paying attention. Jakub
grabbed the guy's arm and horse kicked him in the back of his knee, causing
the dude to fall on his frontside instantly. I winced as I saw Jakub's
conditioned calves flex as his leg collided with the other guys'. He
grabbed a beer can from a nearby table, got on top of the guy and straddled
him, and pouring the budweiser all over his head.

"I can see why you'd think it's funny." Jakub said as the beer fell freely
through the guy's hair and clothes, as Jakub stood up and looked down on
the guy who was groaning in pain. "Bitch."

This whole situation, at the time, was rather blurry to me, 'cause I was
almost to the point of no return. But, how could I possibly forget Jakub
taking off his black tanktop, which was under his dark blue hoodie, and
wiping my face clean of the beer. Thankfully, none got in my hair. Wow,
that sounded really gay.

"You can't just do that, you asshole." The girl snapped.

"Obviously I can! Maybe I've taught your boytoy not to be a douchbag for
now on." Jakub sneered as he stood up again and looked at her in the eye,
purposely flexing his quads for the girl to see.

"You are so stuck up. You think you're a hardass just because you're a
sophomore now, but just wait; it's not that easy. You'll see."

"You think your words are gonna hurt me? This protects my body," he said,
as he punched his abs, "And this protects my feelings." he said, tracing
his heart on his chest. "So try your shit on someone else."

"Whatever. Are you gonna hit me now?" she said with a holier-than-thou tone
as she helped her boyfriend up.

"You're just getting your boyfriend in deeper shit. I can hit a lot harder
than you think." he said angrily, slamming his fist into his other hand.

"Yeah, we get it; you're a bigshot. We're leaving." she flipped her
hair. Did this girl have an inferiority complex, or something?

"Why'd you have to be so mean?" the drunk guy said, looking at Jakub before
leaving. Yeah, he was definitely smashed. No doubt about it.

"You didn't have to do that." I said meekly, somewhat embarassed as he
wiped the last trace of beer foam from my cheek with his black tanktop.

"What're friends for? Besides, I kind of liked doing it. It made me feel
good, but that might just be the alcohol talking."

'Nah, that was all you man. You're a real great friend, you know."

"Friends like you are more rare than friends like me, Duncan. I'm glad to
know you."

"I'd love to tell you how awesome it was to hear that, but I feel myself
falling out of consciousness."

"You can't tell me you're sleeping on the floor."

"I am sleeping on the-"

"Nah you're not." he said, as his words began to slur. It sounded like he
was close to crashing as well.

"Jak-" I started as he lifted me up by my waist and set me on the couch he
was lying on.

"Haha, dude, you Americans are so queasy. I'm straight, you're gay; it's
not like you're jacking me off. We're just sleeping on the same couch
'cause there's no where else to sleep. Besides, on a cold night like this,
you can't be sleeping on the floor."

"Uh, okay." I shrugged. He let me have the side facing the back of the
couch, so I didn't have to worry about falling off. It wasn't particularly
large, so Jakub slept facing my back. He was careful not to get too close
to my, well, ass; man would that have been awkward. But, we were too drunk
to care about anything, and as such, we both fell asleep right as we hit
the couch.

I woke up at about five in the morning and had to piss like a
racehorse. When I tried to get up, I couldn't. 'Uh..' I thought to myself,
looking down. Jakub had apparently wrapped his legs, thighs and all, around
my chest while he slept, presumably to keep himself from falling off, and I
felt myself being lightly squeezed as he slept. In this particular
situation, there wasn't much I could do but observe a few things. One, he
had abnormally large feet. I thought my size 11 was big for a 15 year old,
but his must have been a size 14 or 15. And you know what they say about
big feet... big socks. Number two, either I had a very skinny chest, or he
had really strong legs. Probably both. Number three, he had very dark,
brown leg hair, which went well with the black hair on his head. And number
four; his body, particularly his pits and feet, excreted a very strong,
musky scent. It wasn't bad; not at all. It just totally dwarfed the room we
were in.

I tried to push his legs off of me, but to no avail. "Uh, Jakub?" I shook
him.

"Mmpf." he barely said. He was so far gone, there's no way he was gonna
wake up now. I didn't want to piss myself if I could help, so I seized my
opportunity and grabbed a bra that was hanging over the arm of the sofa. I
soaked the thing and threw it behind the couch and breathed a sigh of
relief. Some girl was gonna be very pissed tomorrow, but I didn't care. I
quickly fell asleep again, but not before letting myself sink lower so that
my head rested on his large chest. I didn't see anything, 'cause he had his
large hoodie on still, but I still felt his hard muscles and their warmth
from under it. They say that alcohol brings out the true side of people,
and if this was Jakub's true side, then I figured we'd have to attend a lot
more parties this winter break, because nothing but ecstasy filled me as I
drifted off into a black haze of sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

[rtulde]

That's the problem about bonding when you're drunk, will Jakub and Duncan even remember this. Great descriptions and a hunky muscleman. Not every story here has to have growth, but maybe with those big feet Jakub will get taller over the next few years. I can't wait to see what happens.

[muscleaddict564]

Thanks for the feedback ^^
I'm afraid that it might seem like I've put too much emphasis on the fact that alcohol was being consumed, so let me clarify for any potentially curious readers. I wanted it to be well established that the characters weren't adults in a bar, but teenagers at a party. Fear not; no AA meetings will be attended. Not in this story, at least

[Mass Driver]

Hey it started out great. I bet you have a lot of chapters for this story, I just hope you still want to share it with us.
In my opinion, I think you should...
Keep Writing.

MD