Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 20:29:40 +0100
From: jonathan carlsson <jonathancarlsson159@hotmail.com>
Subject: The chronicles of a Gay Teenage X-man.

I DO NOT own any of the following characters, except for Justin and his dad.
This story will have M/M sex, and if this sort of thing offends you, GET THE HELL OUT!
if you are under 18, read the last words on the sentence above this one.
Happy reading :)
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The Chronicles of a Gay Teenage X-man.


My name is Justin Tyler. I live with my dad, who still pretends to be in
his early twenties, and that makes him a grown-up jock. He believes that
mutants and homosexuals alike should be exterminated, hell; he even joined
an anti-mutant organization three months ago.

All that makes me in DEEP trouble, as I know i´m gay, and i´m suspecting my
self to be a mutant. I know that sounds weird, but i´m used to dream about
what's going to happen the next week. I first told my dad about my dreams
when I was seven, and he beat me so much, that I needed to go to a
hospital, under the lie that we had been camping, and that I fell from a
height.

Right now, i´m 16, and my seventeenth birthday is in a month, i´m 6 feet
tall, a little broader chest then others, not bad abs, brown hair with
gray/blue eyes.

I live a very busy life, which means that all my experience about gay stuff
is some hand jobs and two really quick blowjobs.

Last nights "true" dream had been very cloudy, all I remember was a really
fat guy, a blue woman, another woman with crimson red hair and an old guy
in a wheelchair. But right now, I have to hurry to get to school.

My first class is math. Its one of my better subjects. My teacher is named
Allison Creastmer; people often think she is the mutant that calls herself
Magma.

Ninety minutes later, I have English, and today, we are getting our results
from the English exam, and I have only two answers wrong!

The rest of the day floats by, till I get home. The front door is isn´t
locked, which either means my grandma is here (unlikely), or my dad is
sick. I call out that i´m home, and then I get up to my room. The door to
my room is locked, and that key has been gone for at least four years. I´m
getting to feel a bit scared. I run downstairs again, but now, the front
door is bolted shut. The only door that is not locked shut is the door to
the basement. I slowly descend the stairs, and I turn on the lamp, I look
around, and I see a REALLY blue woman. But I only see her back, and then
she turns around, and starts to shrink the distance between us. But
suddenly, I hear a loud thud upstairs, and the blue woman starts to run up
the stairs.  Before I can run back up, she locks the door. Right now, I
hate my dad for his obsession with thick oak doors, and they're bolted to
the wall, that would make a bodyguard envious.

Now I hear even more thuds, and bangs and crashes. I hear a scream, and I
think it is the blue woman.  Suddenly, the door opens, and a woman with
crimson hair looks at me

"Hi! My name is Jean."



AUTHORS NOTE: I have to start totally new stories, as my computer has been
stolen, and I had at least seven chapters each of my other stories on
them. I think that the result would have been an insult, if I tried to
rewrite them.

Hope you're gonna like this new story

My old stories were "Nathan, morphing x-man" and "Sex adventures of the
x-men".