James drama

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

I woke up in deep darkness. A purple fog swirled around me. The only sound i heard was mumbling. I walked closer to the sound. The mumbling got louder and sharper. It stung my head; pircing my head. Then i saw it, a gigantic tree. I looked deeper into that tree and stared at the most beautiful boy i met. I forgot to tell you, i`m gay.

The boy was 5`10, he had dirty blond hair, he has some muscle; but not so much muscle, he had a nice tan, and the best feature his chrisp clear blue eyes. He smiled at me. His smile made my knees weak and shake. Then he melted like a snowman, screaming in agoning pain the whole way. The tree faded away, and i opened my eyes. the sunlight hit my eyes. I looked around my room.


The door slammed open. I winced when he spoke. “get the fuck up bitch,” he yelled at me. I moved my feet off the bed and he yelled at me again,“i told you not to take all fucking day,” he said while coming into my room. He grabbed my arm and twisted it. I cried out in pain. He twisted it harder “shut the fuck up”. The doorbell rang. My old man got off of me.

As soon as he left i locked the door. I grabbed my clothes and took a shower. The warm water relived all of my stress. my throbbing dick needed attention so i played with it, touching the underside while massaging my balls. I pictured the football captain of the team, i had gym with him and his locker next to mine, so i saw him naked through side glances.

I cummed even before i usally did. I washed up and got dressed. I walked out of the house, feeling lucky i didn`t run into my dad. I took the bus to school. When i came to school i met up with my friends. I`m james 5`9 i have brown hair and deep brown eyes, but they change color for some strange reason.

My lessons were really boring. I went to lunch. My school has this thing about not having a cafeteria so we eat outside. As i was eating lunch i saw them. my happiness left me as soon as i saw them. to be continued this is my first story so positive feedback

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