DRAMAtical Murder [Reunited love]

Things have Changed

By the time I left the shop the sun had started to set.

And the air turned cooler

The walk from the store back to my house was long and boring. "I guess I'll stay home tomorrow so I can get that part." I say to myself as I approach my house and enter it.

I take my shoes off again and make my way to the washroom.

as I undress I remember. I forgot to buy pajamas! I'll just sleep in my underwear, I hope I don't get a cold.

When I'm done undressing I make my way to the washbasin. When I get into the shower I think of Aoba and our times together, his young smiling face keeps flashing through my head. What's this feeling I keep feeling? The feeling I get from the thoughts of him form together in my chest and that feeling sunk between my hips.

...

...

...Crap.

...WHAT THE HELL?

...WHAT AM I THINKING?

...WHY DID THE THOUGHT OF HIM MAKE ME HARD?!

as I scream these words in my head I feel something warm come from my nose.

What? a nosebleed? HOW LAME CAN I GET?

As I think even more I immediately remember my hard on.

I grab it and try to think of women but, the thought of Aoba still sticks to my mind. As I pathetically jack off to the thought of my friend I increase the speed.

Oh crap I'm thinking about him as a little kid!

Does this make me a pedophile?

I swear I don't have a shota con!

... Although, he was pretty cute as a kid.

As I think more about Aoba I continue to pump my dick.

My voice rang out bare and raspy as I reach my climax I weakly say his name. "A-o...ba." And like that, I came staining the floor white.

Crap! what did I do? Am I overthinking this?

Out of breath I sink to my knees and turn the bath head on. Then the shower head.

After my humiliating bath I crawled into bed.

"Mother if you saw that from heaven I'm sorry!" I say as I clap my hands together in a panic.

I roll around the bed thinking about it a bit, but it seems rational thinking is futile, I'll try not to think about it.

But wow how things have changed since then.

Does this make me gay?

I push the thoughts to the back of my head and drift to sleep.

When I opened my eyes I was young again, and in the park we used to play at.

Aoba!?

Where's Aoba?!

I shake my head looking left and right.

Until I heard him cry out.

"Koujaku~! Hic, hic" he was crying.

I run up to him and ask him what's wrong

"I scraped my knee! Hic." he replies while rubbing his eyes.

"Don't worry Aoba I'll be the mighty warrior Koujaku who will deliver the princess Aoba to queen Tae-san." I say while holding my hand over my heart.

He then stops crying to yell "I'M A BOY I WONT BE A PRINCESS I'D BE A PRINCE!" He pauses for a second. "But, if anything." He twirls his fingers around frantically looking around. "I'd want to be a warrior... Like Koujaku, so I could spend time with him as a warrior too." He says slowly while looking to the side as if it were a confession.

*THUMP*

A confession?

*thump*

Why is that the first thing I compare it to?

*THUMP*

Why is my heart pounding?

*THUMP thump*

*THUMP thump*

The sound of my heart pounding rings in my ears as the pace quickens.

My eyes snap open and I'm finally awake this time.

The sun shines through the curtains slightly.

As I slowly move to get out of bed I hear the sound of the doorbell ring.