A breeze of salty air blew through the window; smelled like fish and sweaty men hauling large barrels of wine. They never would understand these... Feelings, toward men, hot sweaty men. "Jose! Go to feed the chickens will yah!" I think to myself , I bet the chickens would understand. I went to go feed the the two chickens we had but right when I opened the gate one of the chickens ran! Ran as fast as his hearts content, right out of the pen! I started running after that darn old chicken, through the allyway, right into a buff, hot sweaty boy, about my age. "Whoa, dude what's the hurry?" "I.. Uh... " I ran because half of me was a bit nervous and the other part was thinking " go get the chicken!" By the time of sunset, still not knowing where the chicken went, I decided to head home. On the way home, I couldn't stop thinking about the mans muscular features. all of a sudden I hear a booming loud, "where where you?" " I was um" " no no! I do not want to hear it,go upstairs and stay up there! I have had enough of this attitude from you" I felt like a spinning top going around and around, replaying what happened earlier that day.
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Abnormal
RomanceA story about a 16 yr old boy who is having different thoughts about his sexual orientation... Just read to find out!
