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Subject: Chronicles of Damien 11We're back with a vengeance, aren't we?By "we" I of course mean myself,
Damien, Sly, and everyone else who's made an appearance so far in the
Chronicles. Believe it or not, there are characters in the story that are
based on real people. Two of them. But I'm not going to say whom.Anyway,
enough rabble and on with the story. Please remember to send any young nymphs thumbs
questions or concerns to writeratwork849msn.com.The Chronicles of
Damien: Chapter 11 starts
many trees on the many front lawns that we walked by on the way to Sly's
house seemed a little greener that day. That seems like a clichŽ, I know,
but I couldn't help thinking it while we paced along, hand in hand. The
streets were empty of people and cars alike, and nobody was outside of their
homes as we passed. It seemed that fate had arranged everything just for
us... just for this day.
I remembered what Sly had said about the book, the
one he had shown Cory. Somehow, I thought he'd forget. I hoped he would. And
then a few minutes later, I knew he would. Well, not forget, exactly. He'd
leave it alone. That was a Cory memory. Hopefully, today, and many other
days that would follow, would be days during which we could make our young 3d teen
memories, and honor those of Cory, who would probably have been looking down
on us and smiling.
I glanced at my watch, and noticed the date: May first.
I blinked. Amazing. I thought about the old quote: April showers bring May
flowers. I thought about the last few days of April, the April showers, Sly
crying on my shoulder, and now, on this first day of May, I couldn't think
of a better word than "flowers" to describe what I was feeling. Simply
amazing. This really was fate.
So we walked. We took our time. I
remembered that his father was a lawyer. Sly told me that his mother worked
part-time as a babysitter, and was often at home. But it didn't matter, he
told me. His mother and his father both loved him dearly, despite his
sexuality, and both had known he was gay before he did. I remembered reading
that in the story he had given me, and decided it must young erotic teens
In turn, I
told him about my family.
"My mom runs her own business," I said. "She has
a franchise for some electronics company, I don't know which. But she spends
all her time there... she hardly ever comes home. I went to Marc's place
this weekend, but I had to get up at 6:00 a.m. in order to ask my mom about
it. She only takes Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings off. I..." I
paused. "I worry about her sometimes."
He nodded understandingly, and when
I saw it, it didn't look like just any nod. He didn't have a mom like mine.
He didn't have a mom he never saw. But the way he looked seemed as if he
really did understand. I took that to heart.
"My dad," I continued, "has
been in the process of finding a job for months now. I don't think he
will... I don't think he wants to. And he hates everything. If he knew I
was... I was gay... well, he'd hate me, too. I don't understand him. And he
doesn't understand anything. It's frustrating. I don't know what I'm going
to do..." I paused, aware suddenly that I'd developed a crack in my voice.
Sly was looking at me with concern. I thought for a second. Did my father
really bother me this much? I hadn't realized it.
I sighed. "I know my mom
loves me... and I guess my dad does, too, on some level... but I feel so
disconnected from them. Ms. Milano, Marc's mom... well, I feel even closer
to her than to my own. And I know I shouldn't..." I swallowed. "But I've had
to make almost all of my own meals since I was..." I thought it over. It had
been four years. "Since I was nine... I can't believe that. But, I guess
it's true, since that's when my mom bought the franchise. My dad really
doesn't care enough to make a meal. He'll just make himself a sandwich or
something. Or if I'm lucky, maybe he'll order a pizza and there'll be a
slice left over. But I've been virtually left on my own, I guess."
breathed deeply. "You're a lot stronger than I thought you were, Damien. All
that stuff at home, and all that stuff you Amateur young man
had to go through at school...
How can you keep your grades up with everything else on top?"
"I don't know. I've kind of... absorbed the pattern of my life. And I don't
have any other distractions. Nobody was interested in me - romantically
interested, I mean - until now, so I didn't have anyone else in my life to
focus on. So I guess the only thing left was school. And... well, Marc and
Chris, of course."
I then sighed. "Shit..."
"I forgot to call
them last night. They're going to give me hell for that." I young childsex
myself, at the thought of what they would say.
"Call them from my house,"
he said. "I know you usually call at eight, but still..."
resting my head on pictures young
his shoulder. "Will you please knock before walking into
He grinned, too. "The Weekenders," he said. "I didn't know that
show was still on."
I chuckled. "It is, sometimes. I haven't watched it in
a while. That's one line I always liked, though."
"The one about
knocking. I guess it's because I've had to keep so many things inside until
now... I like to stay in control. And then... well, that was why you scared
me at first." He laughed young erotic teens
briefly, and I said: "No, seriously! You knew
practically everything about me. In fact... how did you know all that stuff
His smile vanished, but young nymphs thumbs
he didn't look angry. He just looked
thoughtful. "I suppose I owe you that much." He scratched the back of his
head. I glanced at the roots of his hair, and I could see little sketches of
blond in them.
"I got here a couple of days before I started coming to the
school," he said. "My parents had to unpack. Me... well they let me leave,
walk around. I did, too. Farther than I thought I would. This was on
Wednesday, I think... Yeah, the day before I started going to the school. I
already looked like this," he said, indicating his black clothing. "I guess
I just wanted to get a feel for the area... Like I said before, I made a
point of knowing things.
"Anyway, I walked all the way to the school, and I
saw a soccer game, outside on the field. And you were playing, or, I guess,
limping around." I blushed; that was the game during which I had injured my
foot. "I watched until the end of the game," he continued. "I watched what
they did to you, calling you names, and stuff like that. And somewhere in
there, I got your full name. Damien Grave. And I watched them teasing you,
making fun of you, and it reminded me pictures young
of Cory Collins, in a way."
Collins..." gallery illegal young
I repeated. "Colin is my dad's name."
He sighed. "It's fate. I
know it. Anyway, that was when I decided to help you. I don't know why. But
I figured nobody deserves to be treated like shit. So when I started school
and I saw you in european young nudists
my class, I couldn't resist."
I was about to ask how he
knew my phone number, but then realized he could have looked it up after
discovering my name. Instead, I asked: young nymphs thumbs
"How did you know I was gay?"
that, he nearly laughed out loud. "Your morning boy-watching might be
invisible to most people, but you didn't fool me one bit."
I shook my head,
smiling again. "I guess not. But... wow. Knowing all those things, and I had
no idea how. That illegal young pic
was what made you so intimidating."
He shrugged, holding
my young 13 porn
hand tighter. "I hope I'm not intimidating now," he said quietly.
shook my head, and we kept walking.
We were nearing his house. I recognized
the types of homes on the sides. We walked by a large tree on the way, and I
glanced casually at it. The tree triggered a memory. "I saw your tree," I
"The one you and... well, the one you guys used to sit
under. Marc and Chris showed me."
A smile danced across his eyes. "Good...
I bet Cory would have liked that."
We walked up his driveway,
still holding hands. He let go as we reached his front doorway, and he
opened it, leading me into his front hallway. I remember every detail of
that first time I stepped into his house. I remember the dark turquoise of
the walls, the small mirror to the young bride porn
right of the doorway. To the left, the
small living room, with an assortment of old-looking furniture. Straight
ahead I could see the family room, and an average-sized television.
Everything looked average and middle-class, but through my eyes, it all
Sly guided me through the small front hallway and into the
family room, and I looked to my left. Sitting on the couch was a
pretty-looking woman, showing only a few signs of age on her face, with her
long, blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She looked up at us as we walked
into the room, and I thought I saw a small change in her expression as she
She stood, walking over to Sly and giving him a quick hug. "Hi,
honey," she said. "Have a good day?"
I thought I saw her eyes
flicker toward me, but I couldn't be sure. "I thought so," she said.
gave her a look, and then put his very young porngirls
hand on my shoulder. "This is
She extended her hand, which I shook, wearing the most
innocent-looking smile I could manage. "Nice to meet you, Mrs... uh..." I
blanked on Sly's last name.
She nearly laughed. "Just call me Jeanine." She
withdrew her hand, stretched, and walked around into the adjoining kitchen.
"I take it you go to the same school," she said.
I nodded. "My seat is in
front of Sly's."
She grinned. "You know, I never really think about it
much, but I don't know anyone who uses his real name." She looked to her
son. "Can you think of any? Grandma used to call you Sylvester, I remember,
but she stopped that a while ago."
He gave his mother a questioning look
before he answered. "I don't think so."
"What about your new teacher?"
both laughed briefly at that one. "You mean Pinsky?" he said. "She hasn't
even said my name once yet. She didn't bother to introduce me on the first
Jeanine frowned. "You never told me that. I know it's late in the
year, but still..." She sighed. "Remind me to have a word with her
He nodded, sat down on the couch, and promptly changed the
subject. "You remember Marc, right?"
She bit her lip, trying to remember,
as she sliced herself an apple. "It rings a bell, but I can't place it. What
was his last name?"
She snapped her fingers. "That's right. He's
Tamara's son, right? Did you guys ever hang out?"
He shook his head. "I
don't think he even knew who I was. But Damien is one of his best
She smiled. "Really? So, you must know Tamara, then?" she said to
I nodded. "I was up at the Milanos' place this weekend."
"She and I were in the same dance class, Saturday mornings. Does she still
dance? Do you know?" I nodded, and she bit into her apple. "I should give
her a call. I haven't talked to her since before we moved." Then she
laughed. "What a small world young child blowjob
this is, huh?"
"You could say that," I
She walked around and sat in a recliner beside the couch. "So, your
parents know where you are? Should you call your mom?"
I shook my head. "My
mom isn't home. She's runs a branch of some electronics store. I forget what
it's called. Plus-something."
"Plus Nine?" said Jeanine. "The one in the
I nodded. "Yeah, that's the one."
She chuckled. "I was in that
store the other day, looking for a couple of extension cords. I remember the
woman. Straight black hair, a little shorter than me. Was that her?"
my turn to laugh. young girl spanked
"Yeah, that's her, all right. It really is a small world."
Then I got up. "You're right about calling home, though. Can I use your
"Of course," she said. "Just go through the door at the far end of
the kitchen. It's on a small table."
I smiled and thanked her, and walked
through the kitchen to find myself in a small study. This was the first room
I'd seen with boxes piled everywhere. The kitchen, family room and living
room all seemed to have been unpacked already, but the study was in complete
disarray. I finally located the little table and the phone behind a stack of
boxes, and dialed my number.
As I expected, my dad picked up.
"Hi, Dad," I said. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm at a
"Yeah, all right," he said. "Hope she feeds you. Have a
"Yeah, okay," I said. I heard the dial tone, and put the phone
back on the receiver. Well, at least he said to have a good time, I
I sighed, and headed back to the kitchen. I decided later that I
must have been quieter returning than I thought I was. Sly and young pregnant galleries
apparently hadn't noticed that I was once european young nudists
again in the kitchen, because they
didn't stop talking as I approached.
"Are you sure you're ready young schoolgirl rape
Jeanine was saying. "I mean, I do want you to be happy, your father and I
both do, but I do want you to leap into something and find out it's a
"It isn't," he replied. "And we were talking about it being a
small world, right? It's fate. It's the right thing to do, I know it."
not disputing that he's a very nice boy," she said. "And maybe it is the
right thing to do. But I just want to be sure it's the right time. That's
what worries me."
Sly looked his mother in the eye. "I know it's the right
time, Mom. I know it's the right time because I can talk about Cory. I young big boobs
talk about him and think about him and remember him without being sad. He
wanted me to be happy, Mom. younger porn tube
That's what he said. I've moved on, and... well,
he helped me."
She sat back. "There's no argument there." She put Amateur young man
in his cheek. "You really have changed a lot in just a few days. You're
looking more like your old self. And it'll be even better when we can get
that ridiculous black colour out of your hair."
Sly laughed. "If you hate
it so much, why did you let me do it? And why did you let me wear all this
"Because you needed to. And it didn't last long, did
"Nope," he said. "I found Damien."
She smiled, and, hidden from their
view, so did I.
They were silent for a few moments, and I took that as my
cue to return. the youngest porno
I walked loudly through the kitchen, and back into the family
room. "My dad says it's okay," I said.
"Good," said Jeanine. "It's about
time we had some guests in this place. If you'd like to stay for dinner,
that's all right with me."
Sly young pregnant galleries
beamed, and I nodded. "I don't think my dad
would mind." It was true, after all.
Jeanine grinned, and photos young nude
stood up. "In
that case, I should get started soon. Oh, and I think I'll give Tamara a
call while I'm thinking about it."
"Can Damien talk to Marc when you're
done?" asked Sly.
"I don't see why not. I'll let you know when I'm
I grinned. Things were going very well today.
Then Sly tugged at
my arm. "Come on," he said. "I want to show you my room." He received no
complaints from me, and I started to follow him toward a small hallway off
the family room.
"Oh, by the way, Damien," very young porngirls
said Jeanine, and I stopped. Sly
continued on into his room, and beckoned for me to follow.
I nodded to him
and then looked back to Jeanine. "Yes?"
She leaned forward and whispered,
"Normally I don't like it when people eavesdrop, but I'll let it go this
time." She winked, and I found myself blushing. Then she spoke loudly. "Do
you like chicken? I was thinking of making some for dinner."
again. "It's my favourite. Thank you!" I then turned and headed for Sly's
room. He was still standing by his doorway, and when I reached him, he
pulled me inside and closed the door behind him before doing exactly what I
knew he would do.
He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips
against mine, and I let him explore the surface before opening my mouth and
allowing his tongue to break through. I put my hands on his waist, which
persuaded him to hold me even tighter, until he had captured my body as well
as my heart and mind.
We broke apart, and he russia youngest porn
grinned. "I've been wanting to
do that again ever since we did it before, but it made sense to save it."
giggled. "Why bother? You can do that as many times as you want." I blinked
"So can I do young child blowjob
it again now?"
I nodded, and automatically
moved my mouth forward to meet his, and once again we collided and exchanged
our love. I decided that Sly couldn't get any better. He could write
stories, he protected me, he young schoolgirl rape
was very nice, sensitive, and VERY cute, and to
top it all off, he was a great kisser. He knew how to open his mouth just
right, so that he didn't slobber all over my face but ensured that I didn't
slobber all over his, either.
All this in a boy even younger than me.
broke the kiss, and hugged him tight for a few seconds before releasing him
and finally taking a look around the room I was in. It was surprisingly
neat, probably because everything that could possibly have made the room
messy was in boxes. I saw an open box with folded clothes, his bed was made,
and there were a few things on a desk in the corner. Beside his bed was a
large cage, and I saw a small, brown and white rabbit inside.
down and peered inside. "This is Jerry, right?"
Sly nodded, crouching
beside me. "I've had him for about two years. He's one of my best friends."
He smiled. "You can pick him up if you want. Get acquainted."
I nodded at
him, and then removed the lid of the cage. The rabbit didn't scurry away
like I expected it to. I guessed it was accustomed to being lifted out. I
hefted the rabbit and then cradled it in my arms, stroking it down its back.
I stood, looking around the room again. I decided to check out the desk, see
what was sitting there. Sly sat on his bed and watched me.
Sitting on his
desk were a few odds and ends, but there were mostly pictures of him and
others. I looked at the odds and ends first. There were a few PokŽmon cards,
a miniature strobe light, and a few key-chains, all of which I guessed had
sentimental value to him.
I looked at a picture of Sly and Jeanine. Sly
was much younger, and his hair nearly looked white, it was so pale. He was
sitting atop a horse on a merry-go-round, with Jeanine standing beside youngs rv
Sly looked so innocent and playful. I liked seeing this side of him. "I like
merry-go-rounds," I said.
"Me, too," he replied. "I can't stand
roller-coasters and other heavy stuff like that.. I always go on kiddy
rides. My friends used to make fun of me for that."
I shrugged. "Who cares?
You like what you like." I looked at the second picture. It was a family
photo on a grassy field, with Sly, who looked about ten years old, perched
between Jeanine on his left and a dark haired man, who must have been his
father, on his right. I paused for a moment to take in the features of the
man. He wore his long hair in a ponytail, and had a button-up t-shirt and a
pair of light blue jeans. He apparently hadn't shaved, but the look suited
"He doesn't look exactly like that anymore," said Sly. "He's cut his
hair now, and he shaves every day, and he's been working out less. But he's
still the same guy, I guess."
I nodded. "Hey, it's not like you haven't
changed." I eyed the picture again, and Sly's hair was still very light. I
couldn't wait to see what that hair would look like on him now.
moved on to the third picture. Sly wasn't in this one. There were two
people, one very old, with a bald head and a thick, white beard, and a girl
who looked barely more than three years old, with the same bright blond hair
as Sly. The old man was making a strange face, and the girl was laughing at
"That's my grandpa and my baby cousin," he said. "My dad took young big boobs
picture at the moving-away party. She's two-and-a-half... she's my
favourite. I can't young teen photoart
wait until you meet her."
I smiled at him. "I'll get to
meet your family?"
"Sure," he said, "one of these days. I hope I can meet
My shoulders slumped, and I sighed. "With luck." I turned back
to the photos, looking at the second-last one. And I drew in a deep breath
as I realized what it was.
It was Sly again, his real age of twelve now,
with a huge grin on his face. Standing next to him was another boy, with
slightly darker hair than Sly's. Both had their arms wrapped around each
other. It was a close-up shot, so all that could be seen was their faces and
arms. But it didn't take me long to figure out who the other boy in the
I slowly looked at him. "That's Cory, isn't it?"
betrayed nothing, but he nodded. "That's him, all right." Then he grinned
nervously. "Perfect, wasn't he?"
I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't. I
just nodded my head slowly, looking at the photo.
He laughed shortly, and
then walked behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "It's okay," he said.
"I'm all right defloration young dolls
now. I've moved on. And I've got you. What do I need to be
I smiled. And then I looked at the picture again. I could see
the innocent smile on Cory's face, his freckles, the little button nose. His
hair was similar to Sly's. It was the same straight hair, the kind I loved.
And the two boys in the picture looked... happy. Really happy.
looked over at the last photo, and turned to Sly in surprise. "Hey, how'd
you get a picture of me?"
He grinned. "I was in the school library and I
found last year's yearbook. I photocopied the page and blew up your picture
I looked at it again. He was right. This picture was from at least
a year ago, if not more. I still had the same black hair, but it was shorter
back then, and kept smart, european young nudists
the way I always used to like it. I ruffled my
hair as I looked at the photo.
"I like your glasses in that picture," Sly
said. I looked again. young pregnant galleries
They were huge, and dorky.
I made a face. "They're
ugly. What do you like about them?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. They make you
look cute." He kissed my cheek, still from behind. "Not that you need help
I tried hard not to laugh.
Just then, I heard Jeanine call my
name. "Yes?" I called back.
She appeared in the doorway. "I'm finished
speaking with Tamara, if you want to talk to Marc." She walked back out into
I glanced at Sly. "Shall young childsex
I got another peck on the cheek
in return. "You bet!"
He took my hand, and we headed out of the room, but
before I left, I took another quick look at the photo of Cory and Sly. There
was something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but the way they were
together, they looked...
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