andrew thomas
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wow... such a good chapter. I am sorry of trent's mom past. I hope something good will come out of it. Look forwad to further develop of the story. Thanks White Stripe
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I Think You're The Same As Me: The Story of Trent and Me
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That wasn't a very long chapter, "Stripey". But, you managed to say SO much in few words! 
There is more there, and it's more intense, than a first reading might reveal. You do have a way with words!
THANK YOU!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
There is more there, and it's more intense, than a first reading might reveal. You do have a way with words!
THANK YOU!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
So sad, but I'm holding out hope for a happy ending.
TWS,
There's a well of emotions in that chapter.
Deep, undercurrents beneath the very fragile surface.
The pain of losing an extremely dear loved one; the confusion of others.
You convey your gut so apparently effortlessly.
There's a well of emotions in that chapter.
Deep, undercurrents beneath the very fragile surface.
The pain of losing an extremely dear loved one; the confusion of others.
You convey your gut so apparently effortlessly.
vampsrock1992
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awsome chpater caint wait for stripe.
Craiger
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A very poignant chapter, TWS. The grief one feels at such a loss, whether part of the family or a close friend, can be devastating. It is obvious that Trent has that close bond with Damon no matter what has transpired between them. His searching for an answer to Damon's question belies an internal conflict as to their relationship. At least he did not stalk out of the room as he has done in the past. Things do need to be discussed between them.
Hope your essays are somewhat in the past for now, but there will be more....lol You can be sure of that. Looking forward to the next chapter.
Craiger
Hope your essays are somewhat in the past for now, but there will be more....lol You can be sure of that. Looking forward to the next chapter.
Craiger
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Good chapter. Anxious for more.
The White Stripe
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I'd like to thank everyone who has been reading my story and for all the nice comments. You guys really keep me motivated. Thanks.
I hear a few comments that recent volumes have been on the short side. I've actually been editing things out of them as I was afraid people would grow impatient and not finish the chapter, but if you all can handle it I wouldn't mind going into more detail and adding more to each volume.
Thanks again. It might be a few weeks before Volume Seven, but I already know where I'm taking it so it should flow right through my fingers when I do sit down to write it.
Have a great week everyone.
I hear a few comments that recent volumes have been on the short side. I've actually been editing things out of them as I was afraid people would grow impatient and not finish the chapter, but if you all can handle it I wouldn't mind going into more detail and adding more to each volume.
Thanks again. It might be a few weeks before Volume Seven, but I already know where I'm taking it so it should flow right through my fingers when I do sit down to write it.
Have a great week everyone.
vampsrock1992
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Im Sure It Will Be Great And I Dont Know About Other People On Here But I Love Some Good Detail.
detaiL iS likE thE icinG oN thE cakE!
I'm always so glad to see a new installment posted here, then I read it and come to the realisation that I now have to wait for the next. Your writing is like a drug to me, so very intoxicating and it's so easy to become immersed in the emotions of the story.
Thanks!
Thanks!
The White Stripe
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*Surprise*
It's here earlier than even I had expected. Oh and this is my 600th post. High fives?
Note: This is actually one of the longest chapters yet even though it appears to be short (due to a lack of back and forth dialogue). So for everyone who requested for a longer volumes, here you go. This volume actually contains events that I was going to put in Volume Eight, but it does help combining that event into this Volume.
Enjoy!
Volume Seven
I looked out the window too, but I was looking for something different. I was looking for stability. I was looking for clarity, an answer, maybe. My eyes were fixed on the rotting brown leaves in hope that they might have found some understanding of what was going on. I didn’t find what I was looking for either.
Just when I was formulating what I was going to say next Trent got up.
“Where are you-“
“I just want to step outside.”
I followed him out my front door, which again, was in my bedroom. Another benefit of my room was that just outside the front door I had a huge patio that was covered and perfect for hanging out on a nice day. He still looked out into the distance as he took a seats like he didn’t want to engage my question; hard to blame him. I honestly didn’t want to ask it again either.
He looked so handsome. He had on a black tank top which he most likely threw on after he ran for track practice. It, of course, was very tight and showed off his arms very well. He had very nice arms. Tanned, toned, yet they were still lean, long, and appealing to the eye. The top fit him so snug that every twitch in his body was completely visible through it. He had on a loose pair of running shorts and the view from where I was sitting on the patio furniture gave me a fantastic view up his shorts. I couldn’t see his jock strap (or possible lack thereof), but I still got a nice rare view of his upper thigh.
Ah and who could forget his hair. Of course he had gotten sweaty and it looked as if he had held a bottle of water over his head, because his hair looked very damp. It gave him a very sympathetic look. He smelt of sweat though. I hate smelly guys in general, but I couldn’t get enough of him when he smelt sweaty. Maybe it was because I found him appealing in general so my mind told me to like the smell, but I found it simply arousing. I just wanted to run my nose up and down every crevice of his from. Strange thing to think about isn’t it?
As I was still admiring him he spoke after what seemed like forever. I honestly forgot the exact nature of the question until he had finished his answer.
“I don’t know why I did it. I’m honestly afraid to even be saying this to you, but I guess I did it because I wanted to. At first I thought I did it, because I wanted to thank you for being there for me, but I don’t think that was why. I’ve questioned my sexuality once before when I was young, but I never told anyone and I have since been very strictly straight. So, this is confusing for me and it scares me. I do know one thing. It means a lot to me that you were there for me and…”
…What?”
He stared away slowly and plopped his eyes down into his fingers to push back what appeared to be tears.
“…it means a lot to know that you have someone who cares about you so much. I’m sorry I’m acting like such a wimp. It’s been a shitty week. I'm so sick of everything.”
I had never seen him like this. After he lost his mother Trent had become a very different person. He was so passionate, yet it scared me somewhat. I remained wary of his words and his actions.
“Damon…I care about you too…but I don’t know what to do. I can’t just be gay with you no matter how much you care about me. I don’t even know what to say about my attraction to guys physically. Do you know what people would do if they found out either of us even had the slightest interest in each other? I can’t have people knowing!”
“I know.” I said quickly as it seemed he wasn’t finished.
“So, as of right now, we are solely friends, and neither one of us will breathe a word about any of this to anyone else.”
I didn’t like the sounds of that idea, but I gave him the answer he wanted.
“Sounds like an idea.”
For the rest of the afternoon we played games, listened to music, ate junk food, and talked about all the memories we had made. For awhile, it felt like old times, but then he started talking about his mom.
“I’ve felt like shit this whole week. It feels like a completely different house without her. I don’t even think it’s fair to call it home anymore.”
“You can stay here anytime you want to, dude.”
“You know makes me sick more than anything else?”
I didn’t dare ask.
“The last thing I ever said to her was “bye.” It wasn’t even one of those good heartfelt ones either. It was one of those you say with your head down as you get ready to open the front door. The last thing I heard her say was “don’t forget to feed the dogs when you get home.”
“I’m sorry, Trent.”
I leaned across the couch and put my hand around him, but he still remained pissed at the world and keep getting angry at nothing and pointing and yelling at nothing.
“…I didn’t even remember to feed those fucking dogs either.”
At that point his eyes were wet once again. This seemed like a completely different person to the friend I had grown up with. The Trent I knew was always light hearted and would make jokes with you no matter how awkward or depressing the situation was. He was always fun to be around and never ever had “bad moods.”
This was a different Trent. A Trent that had been locked away for a long time.
I decided to go to bed before the matter got any worse, and so did he. He slept on the couch. This was the norm as all of my friends remained on the couch during the night. This was truly for my benefit as I was always afraid to share a bed with some of my friends. I always had a fear that in my sleep I would have put my arm around one of them and cuddled up with them in their sleep. So I made sure there was a couch in my room.
I fell asleep thinking about everything that had happened, but after awhile all I could focus on was Trent. His body, his smile, his smell, his laugh, the way he tousled his hair, and his eyes. I especially thought of his eyes as I drifted into my dream.
It was the dream I usually had about him. My favorite.
It was amazing. Deep into REM I had everything I wanted. He was on top of me. He ran his fingers up and down the side of my body as I felt his lips touch my neck. I turned my head in pleasurable response and nuzzled it up against his palm as I felt one of his hands caress my jaw and neck. With his other hand he ran his fingers through my hair and rested it on the back of my head.
It was a dream I had had many times over. I felt a pain this time though. It seemed unexplainable, this pain. This was different. I felt it in my right leg.
“Owww…” I said, in the dream or maybe aloud. I wasn’t sure. I felt startled and more alert and aware, but it still felt like a dream.
But what I realized next was so unexpected that I almost jumped out of my bed in surprise. I was not, at the time, sure what my hands were touching, until I heard a voice whisper back.
“Are you okay?”
It was my dream…except it wasn’t.
“Trent?”
“Did I hurt your leg?”
I moved my hands slightly. As I did I felt the sides of his body. Lean and fit. He didn’t have his shirt on. I was not about to say anything that might have made him leave my bed so I said I was fine in a stuttering reply and then I pulled him back down towards me in utter, giddy, excitement to finally fulfill my “wildest dreams.” I was not thinking. Thinking would have ruined this, asking questions would have ended this. So for the first time ever I just did, instead of think.
I couldn't see a thing, but I think that made it even more exciting. The pleasures of darkness make your other senses more alert, and that they did. The darkness made it so easy to let loose.
This time around I participated. I ran my hands all across his back as he finally found my lips. His lips were sensuous. I had never observed his ability to kiss, but it was the hottest, most passionate, thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life. I had never wanted something more than to meet lips with him and I finally had him, and he had me. As my hands continued to fondle his upper torso his remained on my neck and behind my head. It was tragically sweet. The whole time our feet were filtering in utter excitement of the experience we were sharing.
He keep his shorts on, but as he began to settle down I worked up the courage to cop a feel of his butt and I didn’t regret it. I gave it a light squeeze through his shorts as he persisted to continue kissing me, it was barely a squeeze really. I couldn't work up enough courage to really "dig in."
All the while we had to deal with one another’s boners rubbing against each other. I really rarely focused on that. I mean I was more interested in everything else. Did I want to take his pants off? Yes, but at that point I was enjoying the passionate physical expression of his feelings for me and mine of him. It meant more to me than fucking and I wasn’t going to ruin that for us.
As the night wore on things cooled down instead of heating up, but really I think that was how it was supposed to end on that night. Trent at one point had laid his head down on the right side of my body, but continued to kiss my neck until he fell asleep. I was so happy. I remember never wanting that moment to end.
It was everything I had ever wanted. Him.
But, as he drifted to sleep the questions left unanswered began to fill my head and no amount of cuddling was going to make them go away…
It's here earlier than even I had expected. Oh and this is my 600th post. High fives?
Note: This is actually one of the longest chapters yet even though it appears to be short (due to a lack of back and forth dialogue). So for everyone who requested for a longer volumes, here you go. This volume actually contains events that I was going to put in Volume Eight, but it does help combining that event into this Volume.
Enjoy!
Volume Seven
I looked out the window too, but I was looking for something different. I was looking for stability. I was looking for clarity, an answer, maybe. My eyes were fixed on the rotting brown leaves in hope that they might have found some understanding of what was going on. I didn’t find what I was looking for either.
Just when I was formulating what I was going to say next Trent got up.
“Where are you-“
“I just want to step outside.”
I followed him out my front door, which again, was in my bedroom. Another benefit of my room was that just outside the front door I had a huge patio that was covered and perfect for hanging out on a nice day. He still looked out into the distance as he took a seats like he didn’t want to engage my question; hard to blame him. I honestly didn’t want to ask it again either.
He looked so handsome. He had on a black tank top which he most likely threw on after he ran for track practice. It, of course, was very tight and showed off his arms very well. He had very nice arms. Tanned, toned, yet they were still lean, long, and appealing to the eye. The top fit him so snug that every twitch in his body was completely visible through it. He had on a loose pair of running shorts and the view from where I was sitting on the patio furniture gave me a fantastic view up his shorts. I couldn’t see his jock strap (or possible lack thereof), but I still got a nice rare view of his upper thigh.
Ah and who could forget his hair. Of course he had gotten sweaty and it looked as if he had held a bottle of water over his head, because his hair looked very damp. It gave him a very sympathetic look. He smelt of sweat though. I hate smelly guys in general, but I couldn’t get enough of him when he smelt sweaty. Maybe it was because I found him appealing in general so my mind told me to like the smell, but I found it simply arousing. I just wanted to run my nose up and down every crevice of his from. Strange thing to think about isn’t it?
As I was still admiring him he spoke after what seemed like forever. I honestly forgot the exact nature of the question until he had finished his answer.
“I don’t know why I did it. I’m honestly afraid to even be saying this to you, but I guess I did it because I wanted to. At first I thought I did it, because I wanted to thank you for being there for me, but I don’t think that was why. I’ve questioned my sexuality once before when I was young, but I never told anyone and I have since been very strictly straight. So, this is confusing for me and it scares me. I do know one thing. It means a lot to me that you were there for me and…”
…What?”
He stared away slowly and plopped his eyes down into his fingers to push back what appeared to be tears.
“…it means a lot to know that you have someone who cares about you so much. I’m sorry I’m acting like such a wimp. It’s been a shitty week. I'm so sick of everything.”
I had never seen him like this. After he lost his mother Trent had become a very different person. He was so passionate, yet it scared me somewhat. I remained wary of his words and his actions.
“Damon…I care about you too…but I don’t know what to do. I can’t just be gay with you no matter how much you care about me. I don’t even know what to say about my attraction to guys physically. Do you know what people would do if they found out either of us even had the slightest interest in each other? I can’t have people knowing!”
“I know.” I said quickly as it seemed he wasn’t finished.
“So, as of right now, we are solely friends, and neither one of us will breathe a word about any of this to anyone else.”
I didn’t like the sounds of that idea, but I gave him the answer he wanted.
“Sounds like an idea.”
For the rest of the afternoon we played games, listened to music, ate junk food, and talked about all the memories we had made. For awhile, it felt like old times, but then he started talking about his mom.
“I’ve felt like shit this whole week. It feels like a completely different house without her. I don’t even think it’s fair to call it home anymore.”
“You can stay here anytime you want to, dude.”
“You know makes me sick more than anything else?”
I didn’t dare ask.
“The last thing I ever said to her was “bye.” It wasn’t even one of those good heartfelt ones either. It was one of those you say with your head down as you get ready to open the front door. The last thing I heard her say was “don’t forget to feed the dogs when you get home.”
“I’m sorry, Trent.”
I leaned across the couch and put my hand around him, but he still remained pissed at the world and keep getting angry at nothing and pointing and yelling at nothing.
“…I didn’t even remember to feed those fucking dogs either.”
At that point his eyes were wet once again. This seemed like a completely different person to the friend I had grown up with. The Trent I knew was always light hearted and would make jokes with you no matter how awkward or depressing the situation was. He was always fun to be around and never ever had “bad moods.”
This was a different Trent. A Trent that had been locked away for a long time.
I decided to go to bed before the matter got any worse, and so did he. He slept on the couch. This was the norm as all of my friends remained on the couch during the night. This was truly for my benefit as I was always afraid to share a bed with some of my friends. I always had a fear that in my sleep I would have put my arm around one of them and cuddled up with them in their sleep. So I made sure there was a couch in my room.
I fell asleep thinking about everything that had happened, but after awhile all I could focus on was Trent. His body, his smile, his smell, his laugh, the way he tousled his hair, and his eyes. I especially thought of his eyes as I drifted into my dream.
It was the dream I usually had about him. My favorite.
It was amazing. Deep into REM I had everything I wanted. He was on top of me. He ran his fingers up and down the side of my body as I felt his lips touch my neck. I turned my head in pleasurable response and nuzzled it up against his palm as I felt one of his hands caress my jaw and neck. With his other hand he ran his fingers through my hair and rested it on the back of my head.
It was a dream I had had many times over. I felt a pain this time though. It seemed unexplainable, this pain. This was different. I felt it in my right leg.
“Owww…” I said, in the dream or maybe aloud. I wasn’t sure. I felt startled and more alert and aware, but it still felt like a dream.
But what I realized next was so unexpected that I almost jumped out of my bed in surprise. I was not, at the time, sure what my hands were touching, until I heard a voice whisper back.
“Are you okay?”
It was my dream…except it wasn’t.
“Trent?”
“Did I hurt your leg?”
I moved my hands slightly. As I did I felt the sides of his body. Lean and fit. He didn’t have his shirt on. I was not about to say anything that might have made him leave my bed so I said I was fine in a stuttering reply and then I pulled him back down towards me in utter, giddy, excitement to finally fulfill my “wildest dreams.” I was not thinking. Thinking would have ruined this, asking questions would have ended this. So for the first time ever I just did, instead of think.
I couldn't see a thing, but I think that made it even more exciting. The pleasures of darkness make your other senses more alert, and that they did. The darkness made it so easy to let loose.
This time around I participated. I ran my hands all across his back as he finally found my lips. His lips were sensuous. I had never observed his ability to kiss, but it was the hottest, most passionate, thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life. I had never wanted something more than to meet lips with him and I finally had him, and he had me. As my hands continued to fondle his upper torso his remained on my neck and behind my head. It was tragically sweet. The whole time our feet were filtering in utter excitement of the experience we were sharing.
He keep his shorts on, but as he began to settle down I worked up the courage to cop a feel of his butt and I didn’t regret it. I gave it a light squeeze through his shorts as he persisted to continue kissing me, it was barely a squeeze really. I couldn't work up enough courage to really "dig in."
All the while we had to deal with one another’s boners rubbing against each other. I really rarely focused on that. I mean I was more interested in everything else. Did I want to take his pants off? Yes, but at that point I was enjoying the passionate physical expression of his feelings for me and mine of him. It meant more to me than fucking and I wasn’t going to ruin that for us.
As the night wore on things cooled down instead of heating up, but really I think that was how it was supposed to end on that night. Trent at one point had laid his head down on the right side of my body, but continued to kiss my neck until he fell asleep. I was so happy. I remember never wanting that moment to end.
It was everything I had ever wanted. Him.
But, as he drifted to sleep the questions left unanswered began to fill my head and no amount of cuddling was going to make them go away…
Craiger
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That was truly an awesome surprise. The passion that you expressed was beyond belief. You are a very talented writer, TWS. I also understand the fear Trent has at this vulnerable time and Damon is wise to pursue it slowly. Just a beautiful chapter.
Craiger
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Excellent chapter, "Stripey"! (Mind if I call you that?)
I'm just slightly concerned that Damon may be letting his urges get a bit ahead of him, and might overshadow his truly deep bond with Trent. This is a very delicate time for both of them. I hope Damon doesn't let his "little head" over-rule his wiser one, and, perhaps, out-pace where his Heart would truly like to go, for things to be Honestly closer between them.
Trent is letting go of some of his inhibitions. However, he's still in a very fragile state, and may not be intending to go as far as Damon might wish, at least in a sexual/physical sense.
It is a very delicate line that these two are experiencing. And, you are describing it quite well, from both sides. You have a very nice, deft, touch.
Of course I'm looking forward to More!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
(Mind if I call you that?)I'm just slightly concerned that Damon may be letting his urges get a bit ahead of him, and might overshadow his truly deep bond with Trent. This is a very delicate time for both of them. I hope Damon doesn't let his "little head" over-rule his wiser one, and, perhaps, out-pace where his Heart would truly like to go, for things to be Honestly closer between them.
Trent is letting go of some of his inhibitions. However, he's still in a very fragile state, and may not be intending to go as far as Damon might wish, at least in a sexual/physical sense.
It is a very delicate line that these two are experiencing. And, you are describing it quite well, from both sides. You have a very nice, deft, touch.
Of course I'm looking forward to More!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Excellent! I love this story.