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SHATTERED RUE
PART ONE
My eyes rolled at the reality that befell me. The joys I felt which seemed like a forever phenomenon was cut short by the scream which could cause the earth to quake. For crying out loud I was enjoying the pleasurable moment which I never wanted to end just like that. Every seconds was ages past, eternity renewed and at that point I wasn't revolting at what earth would think I was. I never cared about what anyone felt of me for I wanted this unknown pleasure to last forever. Of course I had fought back my inclinations and since I couldn't fight what my being offered, I savoured every moment which it offered with silence. I wasn't silent at the fact that I couldn't triumph over the challenge where I found myself, I was silent because I enjoyed every bit of it and wanted more out of it. In as much as the world where I found myself rejected the things which I acted on, I felt it was what people did without budging so for goodness sake, why should I be sober over what I know wasn't an ill to me.
Stanley's silence was more of regret than to stand up and face reality, the reality of which he found himself. Stanley had been a family friend from childhood. We watched ourselves grow into adulthood and he was nothing less of a handsome breed. His attributes grew with him and every seconds of a lifetime added something special to his personality. He had known every one in my family and had come to understand that we had a future as a family. He was the best friend of Jake, my older brother who was six years older than I was. Jake had often times praised the fact that Stanley was a unique breed and couldn't be compared to any being in my locale. Jake's hyping of Stanley only made me grow fond of him and he was a perfect example of a classic man. We shared happiness together and we saw him as part of our family and our small world in general. Cassandra who was my immediate older sister cared less about his personality since he was just the everyday guy who always came to the house and spent most times with us. At times when Jake wasn't home, Stanley would spend his evenings with me in the room as we discussed about things which life had to offer. Every minute I spent with him only made me realize that he was the right person and I needed to cease the opportunity to learn everything which is needed to be known about his undaunted personality.
It was during this supposed evenings with Stanley I got to find out that he was perfect a person but needed something to complete his perfection. He was fifteen years of age and was experiencing puberty and wanted to explore what life had to offer. Jake who was two years older than he was took little or no time to explain the rudiments of an adolescent to him. Since Stanley's father was late, he looked on to Jake as a beacon to guide him through life's ordeal but where was Jake, he was the busy folk trying to pursue his career as a basket baller. We were together and had exhausted everything that were to be discussed ranging from fashion to movies and other things that interest us. He was sitting adjacent to me and his eyes stared keenly at me. Hoping that I could yeild to his actions. To me, I observed with much interest. There I was, sitting with the real deal according to what Jake had painted him to be. He stood up and advanced towards me and I closely watched him with the greatest feeling of security. I was more secured with him than to any other being in the world and I wanted earth to see him from my perspective. When he got to me, he buried his lips on my dry mouth. I watched in awe as I was pointless of what to say. His palms so cold and soft moved around my arms slowly. Then his fingers walked round my back like Michael Jackson moonwalk dance, so unique and perfect. My heart had only began to skip and had moved to beating in triple times per second but his countenance made me so sure that we were both doing the right thing. With his teeth, he loosened my button and passed his tongue into my buttonhole. I watched not in despair but with a feeling of a putto, for I had attracted my kind to myself. His hands solemnly went through my shorts and it slided downwards. His smiles and exclamation when he saw me on my brief made me realize that I had indeed won his heart. He exclaimed "sexy" and his tongue pressed to my body and licked every part of it like it was his. From my neck down to my butt hole and then a lifetime rimming took place at that spot. He was good at this game, he gave me an anilingus that was different. My butt breathed to his tongue which went deep into my untold spot of eternal glories. Oh yes, I saw the very secret of Stanley's perfection at that instance. His fingers sunk into me and the pains was somewhat...
My eyes rolled at the reality that befell me. The joys I felt which seemed like a forever phenomenon was cut short by the scream which could cause the earth to quake. For crying out loud I was enjoying the pleasurable moment which I never wanted to end just like that. Every seconds was ages past, eternity renewed and at that point I wasn't revolting at what earth would think I was. I never cared about what anyone felt of me for I wanted this unknown pleasure to last forever. Of course I had fought back my inclinations and since I couldn't fight what my being offered, I savoured every moment which it offered with silence. I wasn't silent at the fact that I couldn't triumph over the challenge where I found myself, I was silent because I enjoyed every bit of it and wanted more out of it. In as much as the world where I found myself rejected the things which I acted on, I felt it was what people did without budging so for goodness sake, why should I be sober over what I know wasn't an ill to me.
Stanley's silence was more of regret than to stand up and face reality, the reality of which he found himself. Stanley had been a family friend from childhood. We watched ourselves grow into adulthood and he was nothing less of a handsome breed. His attributes grew with him and every seconds of a lifetime added something special to his personality. He had known every one in my family and had come to understand that we had a future as a family. He was the best friend of Jake, my older brother who was six years older than I was. Jake had often times praised the fact that Stanley was a unique breed and couldn't be compared to any being in my locale. Jake's hyping of Stanley only made me grow fond of him and he was a perfect example of a classic man. We shared happiness together and we saw him as part of our family and our small world in general. Cassandra who was my immediate older sister cared less about his personality since he was just the everyday guy who always came to the house and spent most times with us. At times when Jake wasn't home, Stanley would spend his evenings with me in the room as we discussed about things which life had to offer. Every minute I spent with him only made me realize that he was the right person and I needed to cease the opportunity to learn everything which is needed to be known about his undaunted personality.
It was during this supposed evenings with Stanley I got to find out that he was perfect a person but needed something to complete his perfection. He was fifteen years of age and was experiencing puberty and wanted to explore what life had to offer. Jake who was two years older than he was took little or no time to explain the rudiments of an adolescent to him. Since Stanley's father was late, he looked on to Jake as a beacon to guide him through life's ordeal but where was Jake, he was the busy folk trying to pursue his career as a basket baller. We were together and had exhausted everything that were to be discussed ranging from fashion to movies and other things that interest us. He was sitting adjacent to me and his eyes stared keenly at me. Hoping that I could yeild to his actions. To me, I observed with much interest. There I was, sitting with the real deal according to what Jake had painted him to be. He stood up and advanced towards me and I closely watched him with the greatest feeling of security. I was more secured with him than to any other being in the world and I wanted earth to see him from my perspective. When he got to me, he buried his lips on my dry mouth. I watched in awe as I was pointless of what to say. His palms so cold and soft moved around my arms slowly. Then his fingers walked round my back like Michael Jackson moonwalk dance, so unique and perfect. My heart had only began to skip and had moved to beating in triple times per second but his countenance made me so sure that we were both doing the right thing. With his teeth, he loosened my button and passed his tongue into my buttonhole. I watched not in despair but with a feeling of a putto, for I had attracted my kind to myself. His hands solemnly went through my shorts and it slided downwards. His smiles and exclamation when he saw me on my brief made me realize that I had indeed won his heart. He exclaimed "sexy" and his tongue pressed to my body and licked every part of it like it was his. From my neck down to my butt hole and then a lifetime rimming took place at that spot. He was good at this game, he gave me an anilingus that was different. My butt breathed to his tongue which went deep into my untold spot of eternal glories. Oh yes, I saw the very secret of Stanley's perfection at that instance. His fingers sunk into me and the pains was somewhat...
