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Related article: Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2006 17:37:01 -0500 From: 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 comments, questions or concerns to Chronicles of Damien: Chapter 11 starts now.****************************************************************The 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 own 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 be true. 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." He 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 shrugged. "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..." "What?" "I forgot to call them last night. They're going to give me hell for that." I young childsex smiled, despite 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..." I grinned, resting my head on pictures young his shoulder. "Will you please knock before walking into my head?" 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." "What?" "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 about me?" 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." "Cory 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?" At 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. I 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 said. "Which tree?" "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." "Mmm-hmm." 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 looked perfect. 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 saw me. She stood, walking over to Sly and giving him a quick hug. "Hi, honey," she said. "Have a good day?" Sly nodded. I thought I saw her eyes flicker toward me, but I couldn't be sure. "I thought so," she said. Sly gave her a look, and then put his very young porngirls hand on my shoulder. "This is Damien." 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?" We 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 day." 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 sometime." 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?" "Milano." 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 friends." She smiled. "Really? So, you must know Tamara, then?" she said to me. I nodded. "I was up at the Milanos' place this weekend." She sighed. "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 said. 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 mall?" 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?" It was 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 phone?" "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. "Hello?" "Hi, Dad," I said. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm at a friend's house." "Yeah, all right," he said. "Hope she feeds you. Have a good time." "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 thought. 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 his mother 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 for this?" 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 mistake." "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." "I'm 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 can 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 her hand 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 black stuff?" "Because you needed to. And it didn't last long, did it?" "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 done." 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." I nodded 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." I giggled. "Why bother? You can do that as many times as you want." I blinked flirtatiously. "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. I 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. I crouched 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 him. 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 him. "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. Then I 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 it. "That's my grandpa and my baby cousin," he said. "My dad took young big boobs that 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 yours, too." 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 picture was. I slowly looked at him. "That's Cory, isn't it?" His face 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 sad about?" 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. Then I 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 a bit." 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 with that." 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 the hallway. I glanced at Sly. "Shall young childsex we?" 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... right. ***************************************************************************Gah! That took forever to finish. 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