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(Excerpt From Chapter Eight): “Jeff, are you ready for this? I don’t want to do anything if you’re not. I love you too much to mess it up with sex…” I couldn’t even finish before Jeff again took control of the situation. Even though we were on our own we didn’t have an endless supply of time before people were looking for us. In no time both of us were drenched in sweat and tearing into each other’s cloths. I was in pure ecstasy and by the moans coming from Jeff I assumed he was too. Jeff
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Morning came much quicker than I expected. Today was the day I had been patiently waiting for and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve been with my fair share of guys and even a few gals, but today I woke up feeling like I’d been handed my virginity all over again and I knew that it was going to show every time I had to open my mouth until I could show Jeff how I feel about him. I haven’t been this nervous since that time a much younger me huddled with Karl and Tony behind the old warehouse with not
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I was the first of us to wake up on Tuesday morning. This place must have trained me quick; before I came here I was never up before the sun. Deciding to make the best of this little bit of solitude, I threw on a pair of sweats and decided to hit the trail for a quick jog before breakfast. I’ve never really been into running much, but I’m thinking that was all the weed and beer slowing me down. Plus it’s been about three weeks without a cigarette. With Jeff around I haven’t really thought m
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Throughout the night my body just refused to sleep. All I could think about was that beautiful boy beneath me that I stupidly shunned all afternoon for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I mean, so what? He talked to a boy. Hell, he might have even thought he was cute. It even sounds like this Brent character may have been into Jeff as well. None of that means anything because the first thing Jeff did was tell me and I never even allowed him to explain or anything. How can I allow my dumbas
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Dreams are strange. It seems like before I was locked up this time, I never really remembered anything from the time I dozed off until I woke up. Sure, occasionally a hallucinogenic-fueled semi conscience state would lead me on a helluva ride, but never before had my dreams been this real…. This believable. One moment I was listening to Jeff breathing, and the next we were walking through the streets of Paris hand and hand taking in the sights and sounds, only in my dream we were years older a
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Warning: Pieces of this chapter are graphic. Sleep didn’t come easy my second night at what just became ‘Camp Hell’. I had long forgotten Tony, hidden behind years of resentment and humiliation. Years before I fully understood the meaning of the word ‘queer’ or ‘fag’ my days consisted of me following Tony around like a lost puppy. He was the king of cool growing up. His brother Karl and I would hang on his every word as if it were written in the gospel. Besides getting us in all sorts of t
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I slept the entire time we cruised down the highway. Mark’s car was an older style Oldsmobile with worn out struts, so it literally felt like we were in a boat. I didn’t mind a bit, if only because every time the car jerked a little too violently, Jeff unconsciously tightened his grip around me. He had his head on my shoulder, and boy was he drooling. At least he didn’t snore. I’m generally a light sleeper, and I’d hate to have to make him sleep on the couch sometime in the future just so I
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… I woke up in a dark room, a bedroom by the looks of it. There weren’t any posters around, or any real signs of life for that matter, but I knew it was a teenage boy’s room. Obviously I’m dreaming, but that’s fine by me. Eight hours of not looking at bars and concrete. In the distance I can hear Jeff’s sweet words telling me that everything is going to be alright, calming my nerves instantly. I head to the door to find out where I am, but the door is locked. Weird, but I’ll play along.
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“All rise for the Honorable Judge Hubert Q. Jackson presiding over docket number two four seven nine two, the people versus Nathaniel Bessie!” Here I was again. Even before I entered the tiny courtroom I knew I was in for a long, boring day. One would think you could just waltz in and take a guilty plea to a simple misdemeanor charge and be done with it, but of course not. What fun would it be if the “honorable” prick up there on the bench didn’t tell me to stand up straight twenty times, an
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Follow the story of these two troubled teens as they are forced to face their demons, and find themselves.
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