Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2010 23:52:47 EDT From: HnstSkr4@aol.com Subject: This is Seth - Chapter 4 Warning: This story doesn't contain any sex. It's the story of gay teens. None of the characters are based on real people nor are they meant to resemble any living or dead people. Let me know what you think of the story by emailing me at Hnstskr4@aol.com I want to thank everyone who has emailed. I also want to thank those who have read the story. It means a lot hearing from you. Please continue reading! There is a lot more to come. I own all rights to this story. Chuck B. I've got such a great response to the story and would love to hear from everyone who reads it. I'm using a different technique for writing this story, so if you don't like it, let me know, or if you really like it let me know that, too. Copyright 2010 Characters In The Story: Seth - Seth is the main character. He is 17 at the start of this story. Scottie Westbrook age 18 Paige = Paige Taylor - 17 Devin Schultz - 17 February 23, 2009 I'm fast asleep in my bed and stuck in a dream. For once, it's not a bad dream. It starts with Scottie and me walking down a trail holding hands. The sun is shining and there are just a few clouds in the floating by. There are a few spring flowers in blossom around us. We stop near the top of one of the dunes. Together, we look out over the lake. Gulls fly over us as we stand there together. Scottie seems just a little bit nervous. He leans in and plants a kiss on my lips. I kiss him too. We kiss each other again. It feels amazing to be standing there kissing him. Just then the alarm goes off, and I wake up. The alarm goes off before I find what else might have happened. I wake up sweating and my penis is hard too. I didn't want that dream to end. Maybe I'll have it again tonight. I jotted the dream down in my dream journal before moving on with my day. Don't want to forget this dream. I just hope no one sees my dream journal. Hmm...maybe I need another small notebook. I just need something that I can hide amongst the books on my bookshelf or a notebook that I could just carry with me. I need to get moving. It's going to be weird being at school today. I'll have to control my thoughts. I'm already having images running through my mind. Once again, my penis is hard. I got to get to my first hour class quick, because I don't want anyone to see me hard. Now, I wonder if anyone saw it. It's not something that is easy to hide. No, I'm not bragging either. Wonder what will happen when I see Scottie. Will I get a hard on? Now that would be super embarrassing. Maybe if it happens, he won't notice it. I'm almost positive that someone will see it. I can always lie and say that it just has a mind of its own. For now, my classes will just to have keep me busy. I'm really having a hard time Scottie keeps appearing in my mind. If it stays too long, I start imagining him kissing me again. There is only one way to stop it. I have to fill my mind with something else. I remember a Sunday school teacher telling me to hum a hymn when temptation struck. Well, I don't know if it will work but it's better than walking around with an erection in my pants all day. It didn't take too long for the image to leave my mind. Hey, at least now I know what I can use to chase away him image from my mind. Problem is I can't hum in class. I can see this humming thing being an issue. People are going to start thinking that I'm strange. Dang it, it's almost lunch time. This means, that I'll have to see him. Don't really want too but I don't know what else to do. At least, I'll have the lunch table to hide my erection should it come to life. Well, there goes the bell. Time to head off to lunch! It didn't take long for Scottie to find me. Instantly, my mind played back the dream. With Scottie sitting just a few feet away me, my penis got hard. Does he see it? Does anyone else see it? "Seth quit spacing off man!" "Sorry just a lot on my mind today." It would be a lot easier to relax if he ate at another table. I hate to even think this, but it would be easier if he wasn't my friend. "So what about the poetry contest?" "I have another month to go before I find out anything about it." "Cool!" Scottie doesn't seem to notice the growth beneath the table. Thank heaven! Paige and Devin come walking up to the table. Paige is all happy. A smile goes from one ear to another ear. It feels like she rubbing her boyfriend in my face. It's all good though, because she is happy. She gives me this odd look. I don't think that I'll be able to hide for much longer. I'll tell her when I know that I can trust her. What I need to do right now is just try to focus. Somehow, I have to totally wipe this dream from my mind. It's getting in the way. You have no idea how much I want things to return to normal. Believe me; I'm smart enough to know that things will never return to normal. My life might get better. No, I know they'll get be better. I don't care what Paige sees, but I don't' want Scottie knowing that there is a problem. This problem has to be squashed. I don't' want to lose my best friend. One night wonder if I want to get passed it. Yeah, I want it to end. At the same time, I don't want to forget how it made me feel. February 28, 2009 I had the dream again. This time, Scottie took off my shirt. Nothing else happened but the dream seemed to have a differently feeling to it. Again, I woke up with a hardon. I'll just have to wait till it dies down. Talk about frustrated, I want to masturbate so badly but I don't exactly have time too. Once again, I find myself conflicted, because I don't want the dream to come to an end. Honestly, the dream really means nothing to me. All it is a hormone induced fantasy. I have to believe this is true. I just have a feeling like that the dream will eventually become more sexual. I just don't know how to get pasted it. Scottie has never even come close to kissing me. Sure, I've seen him naked but that is about it. Come to think about it, he's seen me naked as well. It's never going to happen in real life. It's just a silly whisper from the darkness. I know they teach us to avoid evil in our Sunday school classes and in our priesthood classes, so maybe if I avoid Scottie the dreams will end. Just when I thought I had this figured out, Scottie calls me. "Can we hang out?" How do I get out of this? "I'm babysitting Scottie, so I'm not going to be able to hang out tonight. Sorry man!" Now, I've made it worse. I've lied to him. Now I feel really bad. Apart from keeping my sexuality a secret from him, I've never had to resort to lying to him. This week, I've even ate in the library to avoid him. I'm finding myself doing whatever I can to stay away from him.