Warning the following story contains an absurd amount of blasphemy and a brief watersports scene
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My name is Andrew Norman. I'm an average guy, nothing that special about me. I know I'm not exactly fit, but I can still rock the "dad bod". My girlfriend Lauren is a different story, she's incredibly hot, and if we hadn't hooked up when we were young, she likely wouldn't be with me now. We met at church camp when we were teenagers and have stayed together since. I have a nice-ish house in a rural area with only a couple neighbors. It's a relatively quiet life. All of that changed when the new neighbor moved in though...
We were actually out of town when the young man moved in. I noticed him getting home late one night while I was taking out the trash. I know it was dark, but he looked a little odd... His clothes seemed a bit tight and I could almost swear his shirt (more of a crop top really) was... pink? However, because I was raised in a friendly Christian house, I felt it necessary to go over and introduce myself. The next day, I cheerfully knocked on his door. When he came out, it was immediately clear just how odd he was. He was young, maybe 19, but definitely no older than 20. That wasn't what caught me off guard though; he was wearing makeup! Bright red lipstick, mascara that made his already long lashes look stunning, dark eyeshadow that brought out his pretty green eyes, and even a bit of blush to rosy up his cheeks! My words caught in my mouth and I was unable to say anything... He let out a small laugh.
"Well, aren't you cute!" he smiled at me. His voice was higher than I expected, more feminine than it was masculine. "My name is Alexis Robins. It's a pleasure to meet you sir."
I stammered out, "I... Uh... I-I'm Andrew. Uh, Andrew Nor-man." I winced as my voice cracked on the last word. Alexis had a short haircut, but instead of being like a "normal" man's haircut, it looked more like... well... to be honest it reminded me of those haircuts the feminist women who keep showing up on the news were wearing. Nothing a good Christian man should have.
"Aw, what a handsome name!" Alexis giggled (he actually giggled!). As I looked closer at him, I noticed his clothing. It was absolutely a crop top and this one was purple with hearts on it. He also wore a pair of tight, black hot pants. Biting his lower lip he said, "Would you like to come in?"
I struggled out an apology that I'm not exactly sure made sense and told him that I had some work to do back at my house. "I uh... just wanted to introduce myself as your neighbor."
"That's so sweet of you! Thank you! And listen, you feel free to come over any time you like," he winked at me.
"Y-yeah, you too." I forgot to mention what house I lived in, and was too polite to stop myself from pointing it out. "I live there. With my girlfriend," I said absently. I couldn't be sure, but I think Alexis's face dropped a little at that.
Alexis actually stopped by the day. I opened the door, and there he stood, wearing a black mesh top, tight leather pants, and black lipstick. Being nice, I invited him in and immediately regretted it when he accepted. My girlfriend couldn't keep her eyes off him. She looked furious, and being the very religious (and judgemental woman she was), I knew it was genuine anger. Alexis didn't seem to mind at all though. In fact, he almost pretended she wasn't there and lavished me with attention.
"So Alexis, what exactly is your job?" Lauren said condescendingly.
"Oh, I don't really have one... Daddy kind of just sends me money!" Alexis replied while staring at me.
Lauren's jaw dropped. "Well, guess that makes you pretty useless then..." she muttered.
"Like, what is it you do then?" Alexis retorted.
"I keep this house in top shape while Andrew works from home in his office," Lauren said haughtily
Alexis giggled, "and I'm useless..."
Feeling extraordinarily awkward, I did my best to imply that maybe it was time for Alexis to go so that we could start on dinner.
When I walked him to the door, he whispered to me as he left, "If you ever want to have some fun without the sourpuss, don't be afraid to come visit!" He put special inflection on the last half of the word "sourpuss".
"What a faggot!" Lauren said angrily. "I can't believe there are actually people like that in the world!" I quickly agreed with her, not wanting to incite her. "While I'm on my trip, don't you dare let that little queer in our house again!" I promised to keep him out. After all, why would I want someone like that in our religious castle?
Lauren was packing for a month long visit to her family in another state as she spoke. She made this trip about once a year and I took advantage of it by pigging out on junk food and watching every game that came on TV. She was leaving the next morning and I couldn't wait to start my sports binge!
That morning, I kissed Lauren goodbye, wished her well, and promptly turned on the tube. After an hour or so, I started thinking about Alexis though... He's a guy right? I think? Surely he'd like to hang out... And so, I decided to pay him a visit.
This time, he answered the door in a pair of pink panties and a matching pink shirt that showed off his navel. While that alone would've threw me off, it's what was on his shirt that really made my eyes bulge. It was a prominently printed black pentagram. He just smiled and looked confused.
"What's up Mr. Andrew?"
"It's uh... Well, um, your shirt..."
He looked down at it. "Isn't it cute? I had it custom made!"
"Yeah, but... Isn't that a... pentagram...?"
"I know! I just love it! Come on in Silly," he grabbed my hand, and before I knew it, I was in his house. All around me were blasphemous images. Statues of Baphomet, depictions of orgies, pentagrams, and even inverted crosses hung on the walls and sat on tables. "Like it? I decorated myself!"
"It's... it's all satanic!" I cried out.