Benji
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What is my purpose? It is a question frequently asked but rarely answered, a question that will bring pain and peace within Benji. After his mother's death, Benji Whitmore is shipped off to Bar Harbor, Maine, to live with his father. Several months in, he notices his father hasn't changed at all - he's still the abusive alcoholic he was when Benji was 7. The kids at Seadwood High are no different, and these small-town folks are known for their judgments. The only place Benji can go is Acadia National Park, where he can write his poetry in peace; however, he can't shake the feeling of eyes watching his every move. One late afternoon Benji gets lost deep in the park, with darkness rolling in and rain starting to pour, a hole in a mountain is his only option to hold out the oncoming storm. Falling asleep curled in the corner of the cave, a howl pierces the silences within the forest - a howl that will change his life forever. WARNING!! This story contains mature language and MATURE CONTENT, (18+ only) readers be advised this is a ManxBoyxManxManxMan story. Rated R!
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