Memories Series

Disclaimer:

This is a work of Fiction; all the characters have been created in my own mind. Any resemblance to any real people is just a freaky chance of dumb luck. This is a story that revolves around two young males and the love they have for one another. If you are offended by this type of material then please stop reading. If you are under the age of 18 or if it is illegal to read or view adult material in your area then please stop reading. Do not make copies of this story or "borrow" any of my characters.

Myself: hey man, you online yet?

Brad: HEY! Long time no see stranger, where you been

the last few nights?

Myself: same as always. just too bummed out to chat I

guess

Brad: things been not so good for you lately I take it

Myself: what was your first clue lol

It was nice chatting with Brad again; I haven't really had the chance to do so in the past couple of nights. It may seem sad, at least I think that it is sad, that the closest friend I have is someone I have not even met yet.

I guess to me Brad is my rock. I know that he will always be there when I need a shoulder to cry on or just vent. After my dad's death, literally the entire family came to me to break down on. While I was always the shoulder to lean on, I had no one to talk to.

One person after another would come up to me and tell me how much they will miss my dad, how much of a good man he was, how his death is starting to make themselves think about their own lives and if they lived a good one. While all the tears and sorrows were being dropped in my lap, I had no one to talk to about how much I missed my dad and how his death affected me.

Since I had no one to talk to, I kept all my feelings bottled up. Things got so bad at one point that I tried killing myself just to end all the pain I was feeling. If it wasn't for my neighbor coming home and seeing me there, I probably would be dead today.

Brad became an outlet for my problems, he let me release so much bottled up emotions and thoughts that it literally felt like the world was lifted from my shoulders. He didn't judge me, he just listened. and that is what I needed most of all.

Brad: so how are things goin at school, last I heard

you were talking about dropping out?

Myself: man do I wish that I could drop out. At least

then I wouldn't need to deal with the new kid.

Brad: new kid? What is so wrong with being a new kid?

Myself: nothing really..

Myself: it is just he is so arrogant, well not really.

I don't know why I just know that I do not like the guy

Brad: well if you hate this guy so much, for no good

reason I might add, then why are you working with him?

Myself: because brugler is making me

Myself: said that if I helped the new kid catch up on

all the class projects that I will get credit for doing

them as well

Brad: THAT'S GREAT! You needed a good kick in the ass

like this to get your mind set back in school

Myself: I could care less and you know that. The guy

is supposed to call me tonight around 7. That will be

a fun conversation.

Brad: why do you hate this guy so much? You don't even

know him and yet as far as you are concerned he is the

worst person on the planet

Brad: I know you are hurtin for friends, and it is hard

for you to trust people after what happened, but you

need to learn to open yourself up a bit to people, let

down your barriers

Myself: but.

Brad: don't go butting me, I am the only one who knows

you remember. Since it is almost 6:30 I will let you

go.

Myself: ok fine, I guess I will talk to you later then

Brad: just give the guy a chance. for me *gives a puppy

dog face*

Myself: lol fine, I will try and be nice to him on the

phone, but that doesn't mean that I have to like him.

Brad: well it is a start lol, night man.

Myself: laters

What was I going to do to kill time while I waited for Justin to give me a call? Brad was going to be my time killer and my excuse to cut things off quick if things started going south. Since I have nothing else to do, I guess I might as well think up some lies to tell Justin when he calls. I am not really embarrassed about my life. I just didn't see any reason why he needed to know my whole life story.

As much as I tried to think of lies to tell Justin, I couldn't get what Brad had said to me earlier out of my mind. I don't know a damn thing about this guy and I hate his guts. He hasn't done anything to me other than show some kindness. All I have shown him in return is coldness.

Why did I hate Justin? Is it really hate that I am feeling, or something else? I suppose that I could just be jealous of him. Just by looking at him I can tell that he lives a good life, well at least one better than mine. First time I saw him he was all smiles; his almost perfect teeth, his cute nose, all just screamed happiness. His clothes clung to him tightly, wearing an old navy t-shirt and faded jeans; he looked like a model you would see in a clothing catalog. Maybe I am jealous of him, he has self confidence, the looks, and the happiness. everything that I once had but lost.

I was deep in my thoughts when I heard the phone ring. I really didn't want to answer it so I just let it ring hoping that Niki would answer it for me. After about four rings I could hear Niki downstairs answering the phone with that annoying greeting of hers. I swear if I ever find the person that taught her to answer the phone with "Niki's phone service, make me an offer," I will just strangle the life out of them.

A few moments later Niki was at my bedroom doorway peaking her head through and looking around my room.

"What do you want Nik?" I love calling her by that nickname, she just hates it.

"I think you just got a phone call you jackass. They hung up saying they thought they got the wrong number. Don't know why he thought that."

"Gee, let me think for a minute. You ever think that it could have been that greeting that you use when you answer the phone. God only knows what was going through his head."

"Settle down, I didn't do anything wrong. Besides if it was important they would try calling again."

Of course to help my sister's ego, the phone just happened to ring after she said that.

"See what did I tell you?"

I swear if she wasn't my sister I would have smacked the stupid grin off her face. Since I couldn't very well just get up and slap my sister, I settled with just tossing a pillow at her head. I missed her by a mile. She just gave me a raspberry and walked back downstairs. I looked down at the phone on my desk, not sure if I really wanted to answer it or not.

I swallowed my pride and picked up the receiver. Looking at the Caller ID, I assumed that the name of Green, D. was Justin's father's name. I pushed the talk button and raised it to the side of my head. At first there was nothing. I didn't want to really say hello first, for some reason I wanted him to start the conversation. After for what seemed like forever, I finally broke down and started the conversation that I have been dreading all night.

"Hello," I said.

"Um, Is Jordan there by chance?"

"Ya, this is him."

"Oh hey! This is Justin, you free to talk?"

"Um, I guess. Got nothing else planned for tonight. What you want to talk about?"

"Um, I don't know I figured we could at least learn a little bit about each other. After all, we will be working together for a while."

"I suppose, what all would you like to know?"

"I don't know really, I guess the first question that I have for you is why you would be receiving credit for the assignments that you are going to help me with if you have been in the class all year?"

Damn, why did he have to start out with the hard questions? Well I guess it really is not that hard of a question, the answer is real simple really. I didn't give a shit about the projects the first time and I really don't give a shit about them now.

"Um. well."

What was I supposed to tell him, "I just didn't decide to do them the first time and the teacher took pity on me?" Something told me that it just wasn't the best way to start our conversation.

"Well hey, I can tell that it is a sensitive area for you. I am sure that what ever the reason is, we can punch through the projects with ease as a team," replied Justin.

"Ya, I am sure we will. And thanks for not pushing it. It has just been a bad year for me."

Did I just say that? I mean I am not supposed to be really talking to this guy, and here I am starting to open up to him. Why am I letting my guard down, what is it about Justin? He just makes me feel so uneasy and at the same time, now that I have actually started talking to him, I feel safe.

"No problem man, I can respect that."

"Thanks," I said. "I am just not a real open person. I tend to keep to myself a lot."

"That's cool, I am not trying to pry into your personal life or anything. you don't have to share anything that you don't feel comfortable with."

"Thanks for understanding."

There was a long moment of silence between the two of us. I guess neither one of us knew just where to take the conversation. I was surprised at how open I was being with Justin. Granted I wasn't really revealing things about myself, but I was still willing to talk with the guy. For some reason this just didn't seem like all the other conversations I have had with people. I was actually being myself for a change; I wasn't being defensive or putting forth an act. I was just being me.

"So. um. when did you move into the neighborhood?" I just had to break the silence, I always feel on edge when there is an awkward silence between people.

"Just last week actually, my Mum and I both decided to wait till things were settled until I started up in the new school. I think she just wanted to make sure I was ok with the move and all. She means well, but she can be a bit over protective at times."

"I think all moms are supposed to be that way, mine was that way too. well that was until. um how about a change of topic? You mentioned just your mom, what about your dad?"

"Well my dad is a different story, he and my Mum separated a few years ago. They never really did tell me why, just said that it was something that had to be done."

"Oh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a sensitive area."

"No need to be sorry, it happened and nothing can change that. Besides, it is not like I don't still see my dad. Every summer we take a vacation someplace for a week, I guess it is to keep that father/son bond or something. I really don't mind the trips that much. I just wish my dad didn't make such a big deal out of them. He always has to pick some place over the top to show off to me."

"It is still a lot better than nothing. a lot of people would give anything to have a father willing to spend time with them."

"I suppose you are right. It just seems that he is trying to make up for something, I just don't know what it could be."

"Well what was life like in your old town. you leave any girlfriends behind?"

"No. I never was one for the dating scene. It just seems all overrated to me, that plus I never really did find someone that I really liked. I guess I must just have high expectations. I don't want to be in a relationship for status or just for the sake of being in one. If I ever am, I want it to be because I truly care about the person."

"Not that many people out there that share that point of view, it kind of sounds like it is right out of a movie."

"I know, but what can I say, I'm a romantic at heart."

"Well hey, it is getting late. I was nice talking to you and all, but I think I am going to call it a night. Guess I will see you tomorrow in Brugler's class."

"Ok man, that's cool. See you then."

"Alright then, until tomorrow."

• • • • • • • • There was a storm outside. Bright flashes of light lit up my bedroom as I lay in bed trying to sleep. I don't know why I couldn't sleep; I usually sleep like a baby in storms. It just has something to do with the sound of the falling rain and the smell of cool fresh air that a storm brings. I was looking out my window, watching the branches sway back and forth due to the strong wind. With my elbow getting tired of supporting my head propped up, I pulled my covers back up and rested my head back down on my pillows.

Something was different, instead of a soft pillow my head was resting on an arm. Part of me wanted to jump out of bed and confront the stranger that had invaded my bed, but the other half didn't want to leave the warm embrace that the arms gave. I could feel the second arm sliding from my side down to my stomach and up to my chest where is rested.

I felt so much at peace I didn't want to move an inch in fear of breaking the embrace the arms had on me. The person behind me started to pull me tight against them as the hold on me tightened. I could feel the beating of the person's heart through their chest and the release of their warm breath on the back of my neck.

I jumped suddenly as the sensation of a kiss came into contact with my shoulder. More followed as they moved from my shoulder to my neck. The arms started exploring my chest and stomach, slowly inching their way lower and lower to my now hardening cock.

I turned to face whom ever it was that was kissing me. Once I turned my head to get a look at who was in the bed with me I was met with a pair of warm moist lips. They just planted themselves on my own, kissing me deeper and with more passion.

I no longer cared who this person was. I have never felt this way before. I was at peace, but at the same time lost in the thrills of passion. I gave into my feelings and pulled the lips deeper onto my own. Soon I could feel a tongue brushing against my lips. I eagerly granted it access to my mouth. I could feel it exploring my mouth, wrestling with my own tongue.

Lost in the kisses I failed to notice that a hand had found its way into my boxers and was slowly stroking my now hard dick. I moaned into the lips of the stranger as I started to move my hips in time with their strokes. I could feel myself loosing all control as I broke the kiss and started moaning loudly into the shoulder of the stranger as my dick started to unleash the flow of cum.

"Wake up you dumb ass, you better hurry up and get ready or you will miss the bus again."

My eyes shot open at the voice of my sister who was now standing in my doorway. It took me a minute to realize what just happened.

It was all just a dream, and one hell of a dream at that. In fact that is the first time I have ever had a dream that was so vivid, I could have sworn I was actually making out with some stranger in my bed. I could clearly remember the person's musky scent, their smooth skin, and their moist lips.

For the first time in a long while I actually woke up feeling refreshed and not dreading the day that was to lie ahead of me. I don't know if it was the dream that did it or the fact that last night was the first time that I did not cry myself to sleep for quite some time.

I guess once Niki noticed that I was awake she left the room because I found myself alone in the dimly lit bedroom. It must have rained last night while I was sleeping, which would explain the storm in my dream. You could still hear some rain drops lightly fall on the roof.

As I stretched in bed trying to wake up the rest of my body, I noticed something just was not right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was just different this morning. I pushed the thought aside until when I noticed the big wet stain on my sheets directly above my crotch.

I couldn't believer it; I actually had a wet dream. I remembered hearing the teachers in middle school talking about them in health class, but I never have experienced one before. After seeing the stain is when I realized that I was wet and sticky between my legs. Then it hit me, there was no way that Niki could not have seen the stain in the sheet.

I couldn't face the fact that my little sister knew that I had a wet dream; she would never let it go. I had to push the thought of her using this knowledge to embarrass me to the back of my mind. I quickly jumped out of bed and slipped on a new pair of boxers and started my daily morning routine.

After my shower was said and done, I got dressed and headed for the kitchen in hopes of at least having time for a slice of toast before I had to leave for the bus. As soon as I entered the kitchen, there was Niki sitting at the kitchen table with a big grin on her face.

"What are you so happy about this morning Nik?" I am not sure why I asked her the question. I was pretty sure what the reason was.

"Well it seems I am not the only one having a good morning, isn't that right shooter?"

Damn, I knew this would end up happening. I couldn't respond to her comment. We just gazed at each other, her with a big ass grin across her face and I am pretty sure that I was visibly uncomfortable. I didn't wait for her to say something else; I just gave up and headed for the bus stop.

This sure is a great way to start off what I am sure will turn out to be an even better day. First my sister finds out that I had a wet dream, and then today I have to stay after school to work with Justin on the projects. God I wish that I could just go and crawl back into bed. I just hope that the day goes by quickly so I can get it over and done with.

• • • • • • • • Memories "The Start of Something Right -Part 1-"

Tom C.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Writer's Notes:

This update will be the last for a while. I am going to wait until I have this current part of the story (The Start of Something Right) completed before I start posting anymore updates.

I would like to thank those that have emailed me requesting that I continue this story. Feel free to email me any comments or suggestion you may have. This is the first time that I have actually attempted at writing a story, so any input is greatly appreciated and can only help improve the story as a whole.well in theory anyway.

I would like to again give thanks to Ethan for giving this a look over.

Keep a look out for a story by a good friend of mine called "The Fab Five". I have had the chance to look it over and I highly recommend giving it a read.

To contact me, please email me at tcstories-nifty@yahoo.com .