Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2003 17:47:43 -0600
From: "HRH, The QUEEN!" <neonjase@macomb.com>
Subject: It's My Life: And I'll Cry If I Want Too! Chapter 1

          "It's My Life: And I will cry if I want to!"
                             By Jase

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This story is complete fiction. All person mentioned in the body
of the text are from my mind, and any similarity to anyone in
real life is only coincidental. This story is a woven mixture of
my life and also of my fantasy life. Sexual content of a mature
nature between 2 males is completely consentual, but this story
is not one of sex. If you are not allowed to view materiel of an
adult nature (under age 18, or 21 in some areas, or where
prohibited by law), then please do not continue to read further
and go somewhere else. You have been warned!

Comments are always welcome. Please let me know your opinions at
neonjase@macomb.com. Please include It's My Life in the subject
line.

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Chapter 1: A new beginning

It was a cold hard day in Hell! That's what I thought of this
day, August 29th, 1996. Today was the day my life fell apart. The
day that the world came to an end and my heart ceased to beat a
single beat. In another word's, it was the day that changed my
life, and I would never forget it, not a single second, minute,
or hour. The question is what kind of change would this be and
how it would affect me.

Timothy was my Adonis. He was my God, the thing I worshipped,
because he worshipped me. He stood a cool 6 feet 3 inches tall.
His body was something that Michelangelo could have used when he
sculpted David. He was lean, trim, and full of sensuous ripples
in all the right places. His pec's were as hard as steel, as
smooth as silk, and shaped in a way that screamed out to touch
them. His abs were tight, rippled like the water during a
thunderstorm in the middle of the summer. They were like the
mountainscape in my mind that bring forth images of strength,
stamina, and endurance. His arms were graceful, yet strong. The
streamline muscles formed together to provide strength in a
sweeping graceful motion as they cut through the water during on
of his 50 meter dashes. His legs, Oh his legs! They could empower
you just by looking at them. They could wrap you up like a snake
and squeeze the life out of you, yet his were as gentle as a baby
reaching for his mother's breast. And his back. Oh yes, he had a
wonderful back. Muscles in all the right places that showed his
prowess. Broad shoulders like the Nile and a neck that begged to
have your arms wrapped around it. I could go on for days on what
his body did for me. Yes he had a butt, and his manhood was
really a man's, but that isn't why I loved him. I loved him for
more than the eyes that were like pools of water, that I could
drink in and bath in. His eyes were the window to his soul, and
to my rebirth. But his mind, that was my poison, my drug of
choice, my addiction. He had the brains of a prodigy, the smarts
of the streets, and the wisdom of a man ten times his age. I
relished in his knowledge, and I learned what life was truly
like. He was my reason to live, and now the reason I wanted to
die. So I sit here on my dorms famous XL Twin bed, and think
about how it all started and trying to see when it all went
wrong. I quickly fall asleep from all the stress of the day, and
my wanders to that fateful day in June.

It was a warm summer day in 1986 when this Adonis God crossed my
path, and entered my life. I had just moved to the neighborhood.
I was 9, he was too! I know. how do you know that the man of your
dreams has entered your life at age 9. Well I didn't, but I knew
something was different about this boy I had just met. He came up
to me as I played in the yard at my new house. My siblings and I
had enough of moving for the umpteenth time. We just wanted to be
kids and play. But at least this time, we only moved across town,
instead of a new city. My life as a child wasn't easy, far from
it. My life was hell, literally. I was always different. I knew
it, my family knew it, and my mother never let me forget it. I
was a precious child. I could break with a simple scolding. I was
always ill. I always had something wrong with me. From the moment
I was born I was fragile. Many of my problems they never learned
about until I was almost three years old. My mother always reminded
me I was difficult, and this day wasn't any different.

The house was nice, at least this time. Trina, my mother, had
just broken up with her latest thing, and now we had to move.
This was always happening. Heaven forbid the woman get a steady
man in her life or no man at all. She had already been married three
times, and dated at least that many men in a week. She was what
some people would call "easy" in those days. This was 1986 after
all! The drugs, the alcohol, the sex. nothing could satisfy this
woman. Her children were a nuisance, a burden, and seldom
appreciated. They were something to be used to do things, abused
if they got in the way, and forgotten about when it wasn't
convenient to have been born. There was no love in the house,
except between the children. That's life, some people may say.
That was my hell, at least until Tim came into my life, and
turned everything upside down, and started my rebirth, and
eventually my death!


Chapter 2: My Knight in Shining Armor