Subject: In Time Revised Chapter 1
Written By: Pyro
Edited By: JCPCo Staff
Author's Address: Pyro1677@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Warning this is a story about two gay teens. If you are not 18
the legal age in your state please leave. This story is fiction, any
similarities to real events is coincidental. The author, his editors, and
publisher accept no responsibility for the readers actions after they read
This is my first attempt at writing a story please let me know what you
think about it. I wold like to thanks Justin69sk and his staff for the
work they have done on my story, thank you guys. Please visit Justins
website for a bunch of other GREAT stories:
Thanks, Pyro :)
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I woke up screaming, awakened by the nightmare of the
auto accident four years ago that took my parents from me. We were heading
home from dinner when a truck ran a red light and hit us head on. I was in
the back seat and was thrown forward, but thank goodness I had my seat belt
on. I remember the sound of the screams and the shattering glass. I made it
out OK; my parents did not. The doctor said I would recover IN TIME. My
adoptive parents came running in to the room, and my new mom held me,
letting me cry.
First let me introduce myself to you. My name is Brett Iran Mikells, I am
14; have auburn hair, brown eyes, stand 5'6" and weigh 130 pounds.
I was adopted when I was 11. Let me describe my adoptive parents. My new dad
is about 6'1", 180 pounds, with brown hair and brown eyes. He is a doctor,
and is very loving and understanding. My mom is about 5'5", 110 pounds, with
red hair and green eyes. I look like them both, even though they are not my
biological parents. They knew all about my background, including my
nightmares. I don't have the nightmares that much, but when I do they are
terrible; and I cry for a very long time.
I am gay; and my adoptive parents know. I told them when I was 13. I kept
getting those strange feelings every time I looked at boys. When I looked at
girls, I didn't feel anything but friendship. It was different with the
boys, in that I wanted to have them next to me, to hold me and kiss me.
There have been many nights when after the nightmares, I would go back to
sleep and have wet dreams. The dreams were always good, and I would wake up
wet and sticky.
One night, about two or three months after I accepted the fact that I was
gay, I was feeling alone and scared. At the dinner table my dad made the
comment that any day now I was going to have girls hanging off of me, and I
was going to have to beat them off with a stick. I looked at him and thought
how disappointed they would be, and started crying and sobbing. I jumped up
from the dinning room table and ran to my room, throwing my self on my bed
still crying and sobbing hard. My parents came up to my room. Mom sat on the
end of my bed and rubbed my back talking softly to me.
"Oh honey it will be all right. What's wrong? What did we say, or do to hurt
your feelings?" she asked. I was scared and couldn't say anything. I just
started shaking and crying harder and harder.
"Son, what is wrong? You know we love you and care for you. We would never
say or do anything intentionally to hurt you. Please talk to us," my dad
" I can't. Y'all will hate me, and I will be a disappointment to you." I
said sobbing and shaking, crying harder and harder by the minute.
"What ever it is, Son? We promise not to hate you, and you aren't a
disappointment to us. You never will be, to me or your mother," my dad
said, sitting down next to my mother.
"I.. I...," struggling to say what I felt I had to say, and what I needed to
say, "I ... I'm..... gay," I said fast, and yet almost in a whisper. I cried
harder and began really shaking. I couldn't breath, and started to
"Hold on, Son," my dad said, and ran out of the room to grab a brown paper
bag. He brought it in and held it over my nose and mouth, telling me to just
breath slowly and easily. "Concentrate on breathing," he said. I nodded my
head, scared of what they are going to do next, and afraid I was going to
be asked to leave.
"Son, we are NOT going to kick you out, and we are NOT mad at you," my mom
said rubbing my back. I started crying some more, thinking of what a
disappointment I must be. As if they were reading my thoughts, my dad
said, "Son, you are NOT a disappointment to us. Not now, or ever. I had a
feeling that you might be gay, but didn't know how to bring it up; just in
case I was wrong."
While gently rubbing my shoulders, he said, "So, I am assuming that the
comment I made about the girls got you upset, thinking that we would hate
you and be disappointed, huh?" I just nodded. I started breathing regularly,
and everything was coming back to normal. We finished talking about it; my
parents reassuring me that I was not a disappointment. And, should anyone
say anything to my parents about it, the outcome would not be good. So we
went back down stairs to finish our dinner. That was a year ago.
"Son, are you OK?" my mom asked me, as she came running into my room? I was
still screaming. I just started crying and held on to her. "You had the
nightmare again, didn't you?" she asked wiping my brow with her hand. I just
nodded and continued crying. My dad came in and gave me two tablets which I
knew were sleeping pills. I only take them when needed, like now. I thanked
them, took the pills, gave them both a kiss goodnight, and went back to
sleep. My mom tucked me in, kissing my forehead; then left.
The next morning I awoke about 10:30 in the morning. It was a school day,
and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go, but I was so scared. We had
moved over the summer because my dad had gotten a better job offer at a
Hospital here in Savannah, GA. I got dressed and went down stairs. My mom
was in the kitchen reading the paper.
"Hi, Son" she said, as I walked in. "Feeling better?" she asked with a
smile. I smiled and gave her a hug.
"Yes ma'am. Thank you," I said, as I got some toast and butter. After I had
eaten my breakfast, I went outside and wandered around my new neighborhood.
I hadn't had a chance to really see it the week before, because we were busy
finishing the unpacking and arranging the furniture. I walked down the road
and saw two boys playing basketball in one of their front yards. One was
blonde, and about my height; 5'6", maybe 110 lb. The other boy was about my
age also, but about two inches taller, and maybe 115 pounds. He was a little
better built than was the other boy. I thought he looked hot. As I was
walking past them, the taller of the two stopped and looked at me. He said
something to the other one, and they both smiled, and then started playing
again. I thought, 'Oh well, I guess they think I'm a geek or something,' so
I kept on walking. About an hour later I returned home.
My mom was getting lunch ready and I went upstairs to use my computer. My
parents gave me my own phone line and my own computer; so that I could talk
to my friends I had moved away from. I logged on, checked my e-mail, and
decided to start reading. I went to Nifty, the High School section, and
looked for something new. A few stories I hadn't seen before were posted,
so I started reading. My mom called me down for lunch after a while. I ate
some sandwiches and watched some TV. After I had my lunch, I went back
upstairs and continued reading the book I had started, called
"Bloody Bones." It was from a series of books I had been reading, that I
Before I realized it, it was about 6:00 PM in the evening, and my mother was
calling me down for dinner. It surprised me how the time had passed by so
fast. My dad was home, and we all sat down and started eating and talking.
Dad told us how his day at the hospital had been, and what all had happened.
He told us about one boy my age who came in with his hand cut. Dad looked at
me and said that the boy seemed nice, and maybe I would end up at the same
school with him and get to meet him. He also said that we might even become
friends; then who knows, and smiled at me. I blushed, and tried hiding my
face. My parents laughed, and that started me laughing too. I asked him to
I went to my room and started reading again. About nine, my mom came in and
told me to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, and used the bathroom.
Returning to my room, I undressed down to my jockeys, and got into bed. My
parents came up to say goodnight, and turned off my light. As I lay there, I
thought about the two boys I had seen earlier in the day, and my dick
started getting hard. I pushed down my jockeys and started rubbing my five
inch play toy. I took the bottle of lotion from my night stand and put some
on my right hand. I started thinking about the boys while rubbing my dick up
and down slowly. My left hand played with my nipples, pinching slightly and
pulling a bit. I soon started going faster, feeling the pleasure rippling
through me. Quietly moaning, I kept going faster and faster. With a low
moan, I shot five hefty spurts of my cream up on my chest. I just lay there,
letting my breathing slowly return to normal. Reaching under my bed, I
pulled out a towel to clean up myself. I threw the towel under my bed,
pulled up my jockeys and closed my eyes. I slowly drifted off to sleep,
thinking of what tomorrow might bring; and hoping for the best.
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