Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 13:21:33 -0400 From: John Smith <burner.play12@gmail.com> Subject: Finding Eden | "1 - It has to mean something, right?" Disclaimer: This work will contain graphic representation of sexual acts between consenting males of varying ages. If this type of material is offensive to you or is prohibited by any local, state, or federal law, please leave immediately! Viewer Discretion is advised. Author's Note: This story is about much more than wild, mindless sex (but there will be some of that!). This work is completely based on true events with changes to protect identities as well as to reflect my inner desires. If you have any comments, questions, concerns, or just want to discussion the progression of the plot, PLEASE drop me a line at burner.play12@gmail.com. I would love to hear everyone's feedback. I hope that you enjoy my story! Chapter I - It has to mean something, right? Lying awake at night, my thoughts running rampant. I have this feeling that I don't really know how to describe - all I know is that it is about him. Sometimes it seems like he is all I think about after seeing him. What does that mean? It has to mean something, right? Maybe I am just making a mountain out of a mole hill. Yeah, it can't mean anything - that would be too weird. I'm just a normal person so these feelings can't mean anything. Throwing away the deep thoughts that seemed to never really go away, I simply resort to the best thing to make me fall asleep fast. I slowly unbutton and unzip my pants, pull the front of my underwear down, and start slowly stroking my small bush. All I can see in my mind is his face. Inch by inch, my 5-and-a-half inch dick comes to life. I grab hold of it and stroke it up and down. Dylan is the person that I think about as I lay there jacking off. I think about him bending over and seeing that tight ass in those Levi jeans. I think about how I have never seen him take his shirt off and wonder why. I start undressing him in my mind. With him sitting in the chair, I take off his shoes and then his socks. I rub his smooth feet. I rub up his legs, lingering at his firm calf muscles, and continuing up. I pull apart the metal stud that is keeping me away from my prize. I grab the zipper and, slowly, lower it - producing a ticking sound like a clock. Finally, I can see ins - my body tenses and suddenly a great feeling rushes through my body. My dick is shooting 1..2..3 spurts up and back down onto my pubes and then starts to drizzle out the last little bit. I start to come down from the intense, temporary high. My head plops to the left and I feel sleepy.. so sleepy. Yet, I can't seem to get to sleep. The thoughts start retuning - I AM normal. I just don't know enough about girls to get off to the thought of one. Yeah, that's it. One day, I will finally find the right girl and I will never think about Dylan or any other boy like this. I still have my whole life ahead of me - I really am normal! After a while, I finally drift off to sleep. When 6am rolled around and my alarm clock start to blare, I wonder if I actually did get to sleep. I make my way to the bathroom to get ready for school. I stop and look at myself in the mirror for a moment before jumping into the tub. Staring back at me is Nykolus but I have always preferred Nyk. I really don't like my name, but I am glad that it is at least spelled differently. I think it is really unique and kind of defines me in a way. Without my glasses on, the deep midnight blue of my eyes really pops. I have never seen anyone with darker blue eyes than my own. However, not many people notice them since my glasses draw attention away from them. My body is far from perfect, and it is something that has always bothered me. Standing tall, I am about 5"8 and looking down I see that I am chunky - but not really morbidly huge. I have some meat on my bones. I am really self conscious about it because I just want people to like me. I feel like nobody really could like this - there I go again. "It is too early to be thinking bad things about myself," I whisper almost inaudibly before stepping into the tub and running the water. After my shower, I sit at my desk and eat a small breakfast - some poptarts - and browse the news. There is never anything good to hear. 6:40 rolls around and I leave home to go to school. As a Junior, school is decent. I don't really like many of the people, but I love to learn so it's not so bad. I always loved the mornings, though, because I could sit peacefully and watch the people pour into the gym from the buses. I find my usual spot with some friends from my old church. We talk in the mornings and text occasionally, but we don't really see each other outside of school. I don't really see anybody outside of school - I am a bit of a loner. My bus was always the first one to arrive, so I always got to see everyone else come in. My eyes always affixed to very specific people. Like Ethan, a popular football and baseball player; Colton, a freshman country boy with a nice smile; Robbie, probably the most popular Junior for good reason; and then Dylan. Sometimes I get caught staring by my friends but never admit who I am looking at. That has to mean something, too, right? Just like the thoughts from last night. When I see those boys, all I want to know is what they have in their pants. I feel like I would do anything to find out. It means something - I think we all know that it means. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is just a little prelude. Nyk definitely knows something is different about him, but it's quite obvious there is some denial. Being a Junior in high school and still not having a concrete sexual identity sure can cause some nasty issues. And who is Dylan, exactly? Again, if you have any comments or concerns, please let me hear them at burner.play12@gmail.com. Check back soon for more!