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I sat out on the balcony, The sun began to appear from behind the massive buildings which seemed to go beyond the sky. A gentle breeze ran through my hair and tickled my half naked body. The distant sounds of the city were muffled up here and even though thousands of people carried out daily routines, living another day of their lives far below, it was quiet this far above the ground. You could feel like part of something but have enough privacy to walk around in your boxer shorts. I watched down below as people hurried down the sidewalk, crossed roads, left and entered buildings. I lived in a penthouse on the top floor of a hotel with my boyfriend. I could sit here all day, just watching, never getting bored. More of the sun became apparent as it rose over the skyscrapers. The sky was perfectly blue and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. I got up and stepped through the sliding door, closing it behind me. With the door closed, the sounds of the city seemed even quieter. I walked through our apartment and jumped onto the bed, I lay back and closed my eyes, running my hand over my smooth stomach. I opened my eyes and tilted my head to one side, looking at the photos on our bedside table. My favourite photo was of us one day we had gone to the statue of liberty, we had asked some old woman to take a photo of us. A mix of disgust and confusion spread across her face when he held hands and kissed for the photo, we just smiled and thanked her before running away. Life had been perfect, nothing could be better, I had always wanted to come here, and then a few months ago my dream finally came true, it’s a long story but, my boyfriend, Alex surprised me, taking me to live in New York.

I smiled at the photo before getting up and stripping my boxers off, I walked through the beautifully decorated apartment and got into the shower, it was a huge walk in shower with more than enough room for two people, which proved very useful for Alex and I as you can probably imagine. I pressed the button on the wall, prompting a torrent of hot water to fall over my sleepy body. Every morning I woke up and sat on the balcony for a while before getting a shower, since it was the morning I was facing the curse all men face, my morning wood. I wrapped my soft hand around my throbbing cock. I slid my hand along the length of the shaft, enjoying the sensation of hot water falling all over my body. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, picturing Alex. I kept pumping my hand, after a while I combined my rapid hand action with a slight hip thrust. I moved my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of my tight grip. I closed my eyes even tighter as I started to feel the pressure build deep in my balls. I tried to imagine Alex was with me. His big, strong hands travelling all over my body. His beautiful blue eyes looking into mine, his blonde hair wet under the roasting water. Alex hadn’t changed at all since the day I met him, he was still just as beautiful. His dazzling eyes still found their way to my heart when he looked at me. I opened my eyes and shifted my gaze down to my throbbing, twitching, purple headed monster.

I watching as what looked like pints of cum shot into the water. I closed my eyes again, breathing heavily while the water ran over my face and trailed down my chest and legs. When I had finally recovered from my orgasm I washed my hair quickly before stepping out of the shower, I dried myself off quickly, I started to tie the towel around my waist before remembering I had complete privacy up here. I threw the towel in the washing and walked back to our bedroom, my limp cock swaying when I walked. I opened up a drawer and took out a pair of Alex’s boxer shorts. I pulled on a pair of loose fitting trousers. I looked through the wardrobe and pulled out the first t shirt I seen, it had a picture of me and Alex on it, we had it custom made as a souvenir one weekend we were in Las Vegas. I giggled, putting it away again before pulling out a long sleeve white top. I raised my arms pulling it down over my toned body. I checked myself in the mirror, raising my head to catch a glimpse of my own face, I hardly recognized myself anymore. Alex hadn’t changed at all, but me on the other hand, I had put on weight and had a slight hint of stubble forming on my chin and the sides of my face, I felt like I had grown up a lot even though I was only nineteen, I had developed emotionally and physically, what doesn’t kill you only strengthens what remains, that’s what they say right? Well that basically sums up my entire life.

I walked back to the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet, I lifted out a small glass container and unscrewed the cap, I tipped out two small white pills, and put the container away again, as I closed the cabinet I was greeted with the site of my ‘new’ face again, that’s what Alex called it. He said I had a new face and I looked like a fully grown man with my stubble. I smiled at the thought of him, I couldn’t help but smile when he entered my mind, or entered me elsewhere for that matter. I poured myself a glass of water and took a large gulp, swallowing one of the pills, I looked down at the other one. The small white pill lay in my hand, I knew I should swallow it, but it seemed to repel me, I found it strange, I wanted to be like a normal person, I didn’t want to have to take these pills everyday… but they were what kept me as normal as I would ever get. I’m bipolar. A while ago, I had a bit of a breakdown, I stopped eating, had bad thoughts, couldn’t control myself when it came to sex, my life fell apart one night when I smashed Alex’s house, wrongly thinking he had cheated on me, since that night I had taken my pills everyday, promising myself I would never hurt him like that again. But now I felt better, I felt fine, I didn’t need these pills, nothing could hurt me, I felt invincible, without giving it a second thought I crushed the pill in my hand before spilling it into the glass still half full of water. I stared at the powder swirling round in the glass and then poured it down the sink, running the tap to get rid of any evidence. I put on a pair of shoes before grabbing my keys and leaving.

I smiled at Norman, he worked in the hotel, he was a pretty old man and I guessed he wouldn’t be around much longer, but I’m glad he was still here, Norman was friendly and I had told him about me and Alex one day, and everything we had gone through, he kinda acted like he was my uncle. I pressed the button, calling the elevator, a ding sounded and the doors open, I stepped inside pressing the ground floor button, the doors slid closed, but as they did I seen Norman standing lifeless on the other side of the door, staring at me with a wicked grin spread across his lifeless face, it had replaced his normally sincere, cute old man smile. I pressed the ground floor button repeatedly starting to panic as he slowly began to walk towards the elevator, the creepy smile remained on his face as he edged closer to me. Finally the doors closed fully. I breathed a quick sigh of relief as I watched different numbers light up above the door, telling me what floor I had reached, suddenly the elevator jolted, knocking me off balance, I fell back but managed to grab hold of a brass rail which ran round the elevator. The light flickered before going off.

I breathed quietly, scared to move, darkness surrounded me. The light flickered back on quickly, It went on and off for a few seconds. Finally they stayed off, I heard heavy breathing, overcoming the quiet sound of my gentle breath, the light flickered on again and I gasped in horror as I saw the face of Norman inches away from my own, the wicked grin etched on his face disgusted and terrified me. I shut my eyes and began to whisper Alex’s name, I felt a rush of air hit my face, startled, I opened my eyes, shocked to see the hotel lobby in front of me, the elevator doors were open and light poured through them. Immediately I stepped out of the elevator, quickly walking across the lobby and out of the hotel.

Once I was out on the street, I looked left and right, people dodged me and side stepped me, like an obstacle in the way of their busy lives. I breathed a quick sigh of relief, still confused at what I had just imagined. I lifted my head and squinted my eyes at the sun, trying to put the horrific ordeal behind me I began walking, I became an ant just like all the rest of them, getting on with my life, walking down the side walk and across roads and streets.

I arrived at work about ten minutes later. I was the manager of one of Alex’s parents businesses, a restaurant just around the corner from where Alex and I lived. I got through the busy day, but something about this morning frightened me, I already regretted not taking my pills, a mistake I promised not to make again.

Finally nine O’clock came and I was free to go, it had been a long and busy day, and a weird one at that, I began walking home after locking the restaurant. We closed early on Sundays. The sun was dim now and the air was slightly cooler, a sharp, cold wind blew through me, leaving me shivering. I walked faster, finally arriving home. I saw flashing lights outside the hotel, a police car and an ambulance sat outside. I panicked, wondering what had happened, I ran down the street and hopped up the small set of steps, people sat in the lobby, looked upset and startled. The hotel manager had a grim look on his face. I slipped through the crowds, sneaking behind the police and began to run up the stairs, I didn’t wanted to take the elevator again. By the time I reached the top floor where our pent house was located I was panting and out of breath, I forced my exhausted legs to run to the door of our apartment, I fought to get my key in the door and scrambled inside, I closed the door firmly behind me. I looked and seen Alex on the balcony, shirtless, his arms resting on the railing of the balcony, and his head tilted, looking down below.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing he was safe. I gasped in horror as I observed Alex’s muscled arms flex, lifting himself of the ground, I began panting, feeling lifeless, helpless, worthless, as he threw his toned leg over the balcony, he sat on the railing, slowly, as if in slow motion I seen him disappear. I blinked and he was back, his bare arms leaning on the balcony, his blonde hair blowing as he looked over the balcony, I rand through the apartment and burst onto the balcony, he turned to look at me and I sank into him, plunging my head into his smooth chest, instinctively he wrapped his arms around me. “You heard, I cant believe it either, its horrible”. Confused, I decided to keep my hallucinations from him. I withdrew my head from his chest slightly, parting from the warmth of his soft skin. “What happened here, what’s with the police?”

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