This is my first story and like many first time writers (or even very experienced writes) I have no doubt I am going to make errors in this so please be kind :-) This story serves as fact and fiction. I borrow from my life when it comes to certain parts but for the most part this is a fictional story. The eventual love the main character finds I hope to find someday.
This story is copyright to myself and I give permission for Nifty to post it.
If you wish to post it anywhere else please e-mail me first!
This is NOT a stroke piece. I'm sure there will be sex at some point, it's just the nature of my being :-) But I want the theme of love in this story to be prevalent. But, there will be sex and you SHOULDN'T read it if you aren't of legal age in your State or Country. Just because I was reading this stuff at 16 doesn't mean ya'll should ;-)
For any people who need to flame me for this piece of fiction, don't bother. For those who feel being gay is bad, I've heard it before and I'm perfectly happy being who I am and it's not hurting anyone but me. I'm not into drama but I will stand my ground and if you get shitty with me I will return the favour. For those who just don't like the story, don't waste your time.
I would love to hear from anyone who has thoughts on the story or would just like to chat.
I do plan for this to be multi part, how frequently I get out new chapters will just depend. I'm in school and I like to pretend I have a life outside of my computer and my house ;-)
As a personal note. I've been a reader of Nifty for over 5 years now, going back to the days in my mid teens where I still thought I was just a curious teenager who had an odd interest in dick. I never felt like I was gay because even in the mid 90's we still didn't have a lot of gay role models and there was still the stereotype that you had to act a certain way to be gay. Some of the stories here were what helped me see that I could be gay and be who I was. I won't say it happened over night but it did happen. It was also through these stories that I met one of the greatest people I have known. I hope he finds this story to be good. I also wish to just thank all of the other writers on here, some of you do a lot of good with your stories.
The Rest of My Life Chapter One: The First Day.
My name is Joshua James Gentry and this is the story of my first true love, it's trials, tribulations, and how it came to be. The love of my life is adding to it as need be and his POV will be noted when it's there.
I was driving towards my future, that's all that kept passing through my head. I was making the 4 hour trek from my home in Wilmington to my new home in Charlotte. When I had left that day I could tell my mother was upset to see me going, I was the first, last, and only child leaving the nest, but I knew she would adjust. It was time for me to leave. During the drive I couldn't help but mentally plan my apartment and how it would look. It was a small one bedroom on the east side of town. When I hit Monroe I felt certain anticipation. While I was still several miles from the actual city I knew I was almost there and that just created an excitement. While I often felt this same anticipation when I would visit the city, it was different this time as I knew I was there to stay. Driving the few additional miles to my apartment I pulled in and commenced unpacking the belongings I had brought with me, fortunately the largest of which was my TV.
I had had a new bed delivered the day before and would go shopping for the larger necessities in the coming week.
After getting everything up to the apartment I called up my friend Mike and let him know I was in town and asked him if he wanted to grab some dinner. I had met Mike on one of my previous trips and we had become very good friends. I got along with and connected with him better than most people although I could never imagine a romantic involvement. We agreed to meet at Applebee's in about an hour and a half. After cleaning myself up and changing I headed out to the restraunt. Getting to the restaurant I stood outside watching the sky fade from a dark red towards a deep blue/black as I waited for him to arrive.
After a few minutes I heard a southern drawl of "Hey, jizz ball", turning I smiled and said "Hey, fuck face". Laughing I suggested we go inside and get a table. Once we were seated and had placed our order we began discussing our individual plans for the waning weeks of summer. We were both in college, Mike being a Junior and I being a Sophomore. I told him I'd be looking for a job before school started and he told me of his plans to try and get to Florida for a week and did I want to come, I told him I may. After discussing somemore plans and getting some recommendations on job opening he knew we parted ways and I went to my papartment to begin unpacking some of what I had brought. I spent the next few hours unpacking and getting some of my things situated before finally crawling into bed.
I awoke the next morning, still feeling the anticipation of the day before but mixed with freedom that I had never felt before. For the first time in my life I was free and on my own. I was away from family and had no one to answer to but myself. Pushing the sheet down my 6' frame I enjoyed just basking in the warmth of the suns rays as the flowed through my window, while at the same time feeling the coolness of the air-conditioning touch my skin. Looking down at my body I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Not in that it was the most chiseled body, because it wasn't. But just because it was a good body that I had put a lot of work into and was happy with. It had taken me many years to gain that happiness and I couldn't help but feel it everyday.
Getting out of bed I made my way across my sparsely decorated room and to the bathroom. Stepping into the small bathroom I flipped on the light and reached into the shower to turn on the water and let it warm up. Turning towards the sink I reached down for my tooth brush. As I brushed my teeth I looked seriously at the person looking back at me in the mirror. He was cute, or at least had been told so. He had short thick brown hair with a nice olive complexion (the only two things that his father had given him in life), dark brown eyes but with some hints of green and yellow, a nose that fit his face, a strong jaw, and a baby face that most peopled guessed was a few years under his 22 years of age. Looking lower he had a broad slightly hairy chest with decent muscle definition. Although the best of his physical features wasn't apparent in the reflection. A voice that he often wished he could hear because of the way so many guys fawned over it for its depth and legs that were very defined from countless hours biking and walking. Smiling at him I as I did many a morning I decided I was happy with the person looking back at me.
Stripping off my boxers I stepped into the shower and began to think about the coming day and even the coming year, not to mention what had brought me up to this point in my life...
End Chapter One
Yes, that's VERY VERY short for a first chapter. But I felt that was a good cut off point. The next chapter will deal largely with history and then chapter 3 will be where the story starts gaining speed. I would also like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism before I really start in-depth writing on this story. This gives sense of how I write and I would appreciate (once again say it with me) CONSTRUCTIVE thoughts on how I write and how to improve.
Feel free to e-mail me at Kuessenderseele@aol.com I'd love to hear from you :-)