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§ § Saturday, January 13, 1990 Something strange with Vlad this evening. We had to take a way home rather than our usual route out of San Francisco. In doing so, we had to pass by what Vlad explained was a Catholic cathedral. They were having some kind of evening service because it was all lit from the inside. I wondered why they were having services so late and Vlad said that they were having a Midnight Mass. Not being Catholic, I really didn’t understand what that was. In a

§ § Sunday, January 7, 1990 It’s been raining tonight. I know because I stood out in it for a couple of hours just feeling it splash on me and dribble down my naked body. It’s cold…so wonderfully cold and wet! I never knew wetness could feel so good! I faced the sky and let it pour down on my face and into my mouth. The taste of fresh rain…there’s nothing like it! Vlad didn’t try to stop me. Being a sensible old vampire, he stayed inside nice and warm next to the fire. He dis

§ § Monday, January 1, 1990 - New Years The second bite was supposed to be done tonight after the party. At least this is what Vlad promised. We’ve been home for about an hour and he hasn’t seen me yet. I’m in his sitting room with a nice fire going as I write this…waiting. Waiting rather impatiently, I might add. I don’t know what is taking him so long or what the deal is. The New Years Eve party was interesting. It seems that it’s the only party the Salon has where it mixes up v

Nope. Just very pale. 😊

At this point, Brandon is so caught up in his own infatuation with Billy that he can’t really see the truth staring him in the face. I think, even with telepathy, Brandon would be hard pressed to believe that Billy couldn’t just love Brandon and Brandon exclusively. Love has a tendency to blind us to things if we aren’t careful. Brandon is too young and inexperienced yet to appreciate holding back a bit. His teenage passions are rampant and in control at the moment. Let’s hope Billy stops his fluttering about like a butterfly going from flower to flower and sees what a gift he has in Brandon.

My beloved mentor, a year out and I still grieve him. He is an extraordinary soul and we see an echo of his immortality in the fact his stories live on. I persevere in his memory…

Thanks so much for reading and for the kind comment. I really did want to channel Comsie’s dear spirit with this one. High School romances are usually doomed due to circumstance. Life often gets in the way. However, If you are interested in Brian Chesney’s future romantic life then I encourage you to check out:

In tribute to Comicality, this is a coming of age story involving a young Brian Chesney and his developing relationship with his dream boy, Michael Carmichael.

Another special encounter for our lovebirds and a revelation… https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/13 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/14 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/15

Sunday I woke up this morning still glowing from yesterday! It’s a memory this time. Not just what feels like a dream I had. Tuesday feels like a dream, but yesterday feels real to me! So very real! Billy loves me and we, just, spontaneously made love yesterday. Just like real boyfriends do! We’re boyfriends! Just seeing that written out…it’s so-o unbelievable to me! Yet, it IS believable because it’s real! What Billy and I have is REAL! I’m living the dream and I couldn’t be any

Book 3, Chapter 14

Saturday So, if Tuesday was fantastic, today was mind-blowing! Oh, boy! Billy and I just…. Well, I’ll get to that. I, honestly, didn’t sleep much at all last night. Visions of Billy in his ‘party pants’ just kept swimming up in my mind and made me very horny. I had to clean my ‘special’ pillow and pillow case early this morning before my Dad got up. I’d humped it and soaked it three times in the course of last night. I went to bed without my pajama pants knowing that I’d be i

Friday Well, I had a good time at Jamie’s party, but I think I was, kinda, alone in that. Billy seemed completely bummed out through a lot of our time together, especially toward the end of the evening. I tried not to notice, but, I could. I really could! When someone you love hurts, you can tell and it hurts you too! I ignored it for the most part. He didn’t seem to want to talk about what was bugging him, so I left it alone. Maybe, I should have pushed a bit, but, honestly, I didn’t

I think some miss the reality of this piece. This comes from an experience, even if only imagined. It touched a nerve in me. A ‘what if’ that actually might have happened if I’d been able to take a trip like this. This is exactly how things should happen. Spontaneous, electric. Give this one a try. It is a subtle piece. Submerge yourself and you can feel its reality in your loving bones.

Another dream put to words from my Comsie. This one was real. This one touched a nerve in me. “Some things really aren't too good to be true!”

“It didn’t speak to me of my past, but of my ancient longings. Of that sacred sweetness I once wished to live. And that, somehow, I have found in these pages” Thank you, Ian for sharing my dream.

They humanize as time passes and lessons in love are learned. ♥️ In Passo Lavazè, we start to see this.

Thanks! ♥️ The system puts a copyright on the year that the story was originally added to GA.

I’m crying a little bit right now. I can do that, you know. I’m gay. So there! I can feel that warm bubbling cauldron of absolute joy you are feeling from here! Your words to me are saturated with it! Thank you for letting me share in your happiness. We’ve come a long way together, you and I, but I’m still thankful that you keep me updated on your progress with Billy and with your own growth into your true personhood. You are becoming a man now. You’ve now experienced one of the joys o

Eloquently stated! ♥️

More Brandon! https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/11 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/12

Thursday “You’re comin’, right?” Jamie totally surprised me at my locker. I’d just gotten finished having a nice if awkward time with Billy and then, suddenly, I hear Jamie’s silly voice behind me. I turned to him, kind of, in shock and froze a bit. His big blue eyes were staring into mine and he had a be beautiful dopy smile on his handsome face. I figured I knew he meant his party tomorrow, but I wasn’t sure so I asked, “Where?” Jamie rolled his eyes and said, “My PARTY to

Wednesday I had a rather weird encounter with Billy and Bobby today. It made me a bit uneasy which is a shame after the glorious day yesterday was for Billy and me. Billy wasn’t at our usual meeting place to go to lunch together out on the lawn, so I went looking for him. I expected that maybe he had gone to his usual table to be with Sam or something, but I actually saw him somewhere between our meeting spot and the table. Bobby was with him. It had been a while since I’d se

“Was Brandon’s hesitation—his initial rejection of Billy’s love confession—more than just insecurity? Could it have been his body, his deeper unconscious self, trying to protect him from something his rational mind had already Idealized too much?“ An astute observation! I honestly had not thought that deeply about Brandon’s motives to that degree. However, since Brandon is a reflection of me when I was that age, I can see where my own hesitation and cautious nature worked to keep me from the kind of relationship I could’ve had with someone like Billy. In the end, per this chapter, Brandon managed to succeed where I failed. He didn’t allow his fear to rule him and he found love. Whatever dangers lurk that threaten the relationship we will have to see and we will then see if Brandon’s subconscious was right to be hesitant or not.

“To be cool in front of somebody and have them love you is one thing....but to be flawed....weak...broken, in front of them, and have them look upon you with a gaze that lets you know that it's okay...it's a feeling that would take lifetimes to describe.” God, I miss you Comsie. . .