The Otherworldly Minds Saga, Book 1: Shattered Minds

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Shattered Minds

The mind is a fragile thing. It's like glass. Glass looks really solid from time to time. undisturbed glass can stand the test of time. When it's clear everything is so visible on the other side. But the moment you throw something at it...it breaks. It shatters. Just that easily you are reminded just how fragile glass was in the beginning. You wonder how it was that you could have held its composure this long in the first place. Do you want to know what happens to a shattered mind? The same thing that happens with shattered glass. The pieces are impossible to fit back together. They are swept up and discarded. Something that was once so firm and so beautiful is nothing more than trash.

Looking back I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't made the decisions I made that fateful day. The world was so different then. Then I had my own mind and it was some weapon I wielded to protect myself. That was until the invaders came and shattered me.

"I have to hurry. I have to study..."

"Study this dick," he moans.

He enters me and he's balls deep in my tight wet hole. My hole constricts onto his dick like a vice grip and it causes him to clutch onto his bedpost. His moan is deep and if I can describe it in any other word it would be chocolate. Sweet and smooth like chocolate. First off I wanted to introduce myself. My name is Nairobi Hassan. My story starts with me riding Logan Flock in the locker room. It's the end of the school day and I straddle his waist on a skinny bench between lockers. The gym is empty for the most part. No one is there. I'd just found out he was in the closet. He was sexy in his own way if you're into muscular guys with low IQs. 6'1" with broad muscles the side of cannons. He was dark like A Hershey's chocolate bar with an 8 pack. Some even went as far as to say that he looked like a young Denzel. He was the kind of guy who thought that having a body was everything. He spent all day picking and pruning in some mirror but only when no one was looking because he'd never run the risk of everyone in school knowing he enjoyed exploring another boy's backside from time to time. I didn't think he was gay. Honestly didn't even think he was strictly bisexual. It was more complicated than that but in a lot of ways simpler. The simple truth: He had gotten so much pussy in high school that he got bored and wanted something new.

Enter me, the openly gay boy in Trenchtown high school with a bubble butt that got comments from even the straightest-seeming guys in my high school when no one was looking.

"You about to cum?" I ask.

His dick is average, but it's good. He grips my love handles, slapping the fat on my ass so hard he leaves an imprint. He's hitting the spot enough for me to be getting some sort of benefit out of this. He's putting his all into it, perspiring to the point that my fingers make squishy sounds as I press on his pecs. It must be a mix of him trying to impress me and the steroids that he's on. I can't stand his grunting though. I don't know what that's about. It makes me think that he's trying a little too hard to impress me.

And that's not a good thing. I wasn't here for pleasure.

He sees that first hand when I turn to him, "Go ahead daddy. Give it all to me."

"Damn when you talk like that it makes me want to...it makes me want to....erh...ergh...ERGHHHH!"

He's cumming. The face he makes looks like some distorted little alien. Not that I believed in Aliens or anything like that. I could imagine at that moment though if aliens did exist, he looked like one of them. His brows frown up, his mouth goes all agasp and his fingers twitch up at my sides.

Just at that moment, his moment of complete orgasmic ecstasy is stolen by a flash.

He jerks his head up as a girl emerges from one of the lockers. It was one of the tighter lockers but she's flexible enough to fit.