Max McKay

Maxwell McKay

Ch 1.

In a young man's life, there are defining moments that pave his path to adulthood. The first, is his first kiss. Imagine if you will, a young man out on a date with the girl he admires so very much. He walks her up to her front step and she says the classic "I had a really nice time tonight" and he nods his head in agreement, palms sweaty as he rubs them against his jeans, trying to overcome his fear of the next few seconds. His mind his racing as he feels his body begin to move, yet he doesn't remember telling it to. Slowly, he reaches her lips and presses them against his, thus completing his first step into manhood. This was not the case for Max McKay. In fact, it had been quite the opposite for him. His first date had gone as well as one could expect it to, but when he tried to do this, his lady friend proceeded to go inside her house, and slam the door right on those puckered up lips. Yes, Max McKay was left high and dry with his lips, pulsing in pain. Oh, when I said slammed the door in his face, I mean literally slammed it in his face. It's a wonder nothing else got damaged, because in this writers opinion, that's all he has going for him.

Another stepping stone in a young man's life, is the first time he decides to drink. He's out with the boys, maybe a group of girls as well, having some fun, when...let's call him Timmy for intentive purposes, decides to pull out a bottle of rum or vodka, that he snuck out of his dad's cabinet and pass it around. Oh when that first drop of alcohol hit's that boy's mouth, he's hooked for the next 10-15 years, or at least until he get's married. That is if his wife isn't a male version of him, then all bets are off. This did not happen for Max Mckay. No, poor Max had a different tale of his first drink. Being the most daring out of his group of friends, it was Max who brought the booze, and it was Max who ended up drinking the most. His friends, unlike him, were able to control themselves, and had only a few sips of the drink they were offered. Max on the other hand decided that in order to liven things up, he would drink the whole bottle of vodka and see what would happen. If you use your imagination i'm sure you can figure it out.

Max ended up passing out on his friend Matthew's couch, only to awaken 20 minutes later and throw up on Matthew's carpet. Luckily, Matthew was home alone for a few days and figured out how to clean it before his parents ever found out. The third instance is probably the most obvious one, being the first time a man makes love. I won't go into details about this experience, as I've got more respect for myself and for anyone else out there who feel's awkward when reading about this topic. However, I will tell you about Max McKay's first time. As you probably guessed, it didn't happen in the regular perimeters of life. This is not to say that his first time wasn't memorable, but not so much in a good way. Max was at a party with his friends, having some drinks, letting themselves become intoxicated in the night, when he notices a girl from across the room. He quickly goes over and makes small talk for a few minutes, until she takes his hand and leads upstairs. She's goes into an empty room and tells him to wait before he comes in. Patiently, he did so, and before he knew it, her voice beckoned for him. He slowly reached for the door handle and walked in. Now, i'm going to let you assume that this ended badly for Max, as most events usually do. This was probably the worst of them all.

When Max opened the door, he saw two big, bruting guys standing there, cracking their knuckles. Two black eyes, a broken rip, and a sprained ankle later, Max wound up in a hospital, having his clothes taken from him, as well as his Wallet, his phone and his car keys. Life for Max McKay, was anything but ordinary.

This is his story.

This is going to be good. I can feel it,

J-moose