I waited out side his house, like a little kid awaiting a big surprise that would never come. A simple kiss was what my first dream was about between me and Clayton. Clayton was just perfect a little country, manly, and had the most adorable stutter.
Finally Clayton arrived at the door and I could feel my little guy trying to make an appearance. This almost never happened, but oh did my guy want to be seen today. I noted to myself not to think about the dream nor what I want to happen nor what sorta happened 3 months ago.
It was exactly 3 months ago when these thoughts started to over whelm me. That day will for ever by in my mind because not only was it a week after I kissed a girl, but it was the day I saw a glimpse of the future.
The night before my guy was as high and proud as ever nothing I could think of would make it go down.* I had dreamt about the Image. It was the usual. Two skinny white boys making-out passionately. And then thoughts of what I did when I was 5 and 6 went back into my mind. Back then I had a wooden board I would use as a ramp, desk, to house for my toy cars; but no one knows that it was also my sex board. I used to rube my naked body against this board to seek pleasure. It was so much fun, just the thought of the board made me higher then ever. Then my thoughts lingered on Clayton and his hair and body. His hair was dirty blond and oh did I love it, it was sorta like an inch long, it was perfection. My mind kept on thinking about how I wanted him, but little me doing nothing about it. Until morning came...
*In real life and in the story, I did not J-O until about 8th grade, so bare with me, no J-Oing to these thoughts.
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