Ethan's Heartbroken Innocence

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

Ethan awakens in his backyard garden after falling asleep writing poems to his dead brother. Getting caught in a vicious rainstorm, he is consumed with thoughts of his impending freshman term at
Roxbury, the Private Institute.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Memories of Jacob

Submitted: July 11, 2019

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Submitted: July 11, 2019



(Ethan is an alluring, handsome young fifteen year old boy resting outside in his splendid backyard on a red and green porchswing in the middle of a veranda.  He is a very sweet, innocent boy that has tanned skin with dark blonde hair, brown eyes that sparkle with gray, radiant shimmers when the light glints off them and a cute, masculine figure with broad shoulders.  Writing a series of poems as an ode to his dead brother, Ethan silently places an arm under his head and falls asleep, the late summer breeze blowing his hair softly.  Our story begins.)


Chapter 1. Memories of Jacob


'Sometimes when I close my eyes and cry at night, within the quiet stillness of the silence, everything gets released and I feel renewed, if just for one more day.  The thought of suicide leaves me, if just for one more day.'


Loving quiet, peace and sacred serenity withdrew me into my eternal dreams.  Darkness flowed within my mind as I found myself coming toward a bright, shimmering light.  Tranquility consumed my being as I found my eyelids opening slowly.

  I had fallen asleep earlier in the dusky glow of the evening's sky, now nearly night time, as darkening clouds of lightning throw gorgeous flashes of luminescent, dim light within the shadows of the garden in our backyard.  Opening my eyes further, I found I was lying on the porch swing in our veranda.  The pink notebook paper I was writing the poem on was lying next to me as the red pen rolled off and hit the brick tile below. 


'What had I been writing?' I thought to myself, still in a dreamy state of half-awakening.

It had been a poem about my dead brother, Jacob.  The pain and sadness enveloped me once more as tears started to form, my eyes stinging with the hot sensation in terrible remembrance of it.  I tore my thoughts away from the memories of him, trying not to cry aloud in pure desolation and misery. 


 'Oh God how I miss him though!  Just to have one more minute with him to hug him and cry on his shoulder like I used to.  Just to be able to talk to him again, if only for a mere moment.  If only it had been me instead of him!' I thought as I silently brought my knees to my chin and rested my head sideways, sniffling away the remembrance of the nightmare of his death, tears silently falling down my cheek.  I sat in this stance for awhile, softly crying and watching the glistening rainfall streaming peacefully from the flowers and dripping gently from the boughs of the pine trees. 


'Oh my.  How long had I been asleep?' I suddenly thought to myself as I wiped the tears from my eyes and rolled up the parchment of papers next to me, sliding them back into my composition folder.  Shutting it quickly, I was suddenly startled as a great roar of thunder resounds in the dusky sky above me. 

Shimmering raindrops begin to fall forth in a fury before my gaze, alighting the surrounding area in an ethereal, glowing essence, the mist in the garden fading.  I glance around at the rabbits and red birds scurrying to their hidden homes within the forests beyond the garden.  The wind began to blow the glimmering rain in gusts onto my place of seclusion in the darkness of the veranda.


Dark flashes of glittering rainfall streamed and trailed down my handsome face as the vicious lightning lit the night sky in an otherworldly fury, causing me to gaze up abruptly.  I quickly grabbed my notebook and sprinted up the tailored, lush lawn, over the red-brick cobbled pathways and under the swaying limbs of the pine trees with lights strung on them.

I held onto the side of a marble fountain momentarily before I continued running headlong into a vicious rainstorm in the darkness, the flashing rumbles of lightning and fierce, blowing gale of windswept fury splashing forth upon my brow.  My blonde hair blew forth around my head in beautiful disarray as the wind picked up and a great flash lit up the horizon beyond the forests.

Holding my hands above my eyebrows, I glimpsed the red lantern lit above the dark passage that led into the back foyer of the kitchen in the near distance.  Making my way over the remaining length of the backyard, I crept under a series of dripping trees and ran up the flight of steps that led to the entranceway of the passage leading to the door of the back foyer.


Reaching the darkness of the passageway, I found myself completely soaked from head to foot.  My t-shirt and thin shorts lay soaked through to my skin and as I glimpsed down I noticed I could see straight through the shorts to my gorgeous, dangling penis.  I pulled my shirt down farther over my privates, hiding myself as I glanced around, feeling as though unknown, menacing eyes were watching me from the shadows. 


My composition notebook was ruined and I cried inwardly to myself, 'Oh no!  My poems will be ruined.'  I tried shaking the water from the pockets of the notebook yet the whole ensemble still remained dripping and damp.  Dark flashes of a rain-soaked nightmare continued to drown the world outside the passage as I stepped up a flight of stairs to the red lantern lit above the locked door leading to the foyer.


Withdrawing the key from my shorts pocket, I unlocked the latch and stepped within the darkness of the back foyer, shutting the door behind me.  I gazed around me in the dark, feeling the ringing of silence in my ears.  The house was always so quiet and forboding.  As if the phantasmal spirits of the unknown dimensions were ever watchful over me with their forlorn eyes.  I shuttered and raced through the back-kitchen foyer, down a flight of steps through the kitchen and then up three flights of stairs until I reached the fourth floor with my bedroom, bathroom and library. 


Stepping into the richly garnished bathroom, I silently stood before the mirror gazing upon my reflection.  My eyes stared back, empty and destitute, even though they shimmered in a brilliancy of light and were beautiful.  I closed them and felt a burning sensation in my eyes as the tears once more began to form.  I disregarded my feelings silently and turned on the marble handles of the bathtub.  The sparkling waters foamed and splashed as I removed my t-shirt and shorts, laying them in a pile next to the steps leading up to the marble bathtub.  Turning my gaze to the mirror above the sink, I studied my chest and handsome body.


My wet, straight hair lay glistening forth, stuck upon my brow as I ran my hands over my chest and down my thighs to my asscheeks.  My tanned, masculine physique was very alluring in the light of the bathroom as the mirrors began to softly steam from the hot running water of the bath.  I silently stroked my large penis in my hands, an innocent, slightly mesmerizing change becoming evident in my eyes.  I turned around and viewed myself from behind, caressing and stroking my plump, handsome ass.

'I am finally attractive and cute, handsome even.'  I thought to myself silently, running my hands over my ass and penis slowly.  Gazing upon myself for a few more moments, my head tilted in an intriguing, curious fashion, I walked over to the faucet and turned the running water off. 

Easing myself into the warm, frothy bubbles of the soapy water, I lay back and splashed water over my head as I ran my hands through my blonde hair.  Gazing down at my nipples on my chest caused a strange arousal to arise within me and I found that I couldn't help slowly pleasuring myself with my free hand below the water.  The erotic sensations tempted me as I panted lustily in the steamy air, moaning softly in delight.


'Tomorrow I start my freshman term at Roxbury.  If only Jacob were here.  I miss you.'  I think to myself.  Another flash of blue light crosses my vision as I close my eyes tight, praying that the flashing light of the degenerative disease of photophobia wont permanently blind me.  At least not yet.  However, my night vision was slowly fading away, deteriorating beyond my control.  I did everything within my power to stay healthy but this was a disorder of the eye that would eventually result in blindness later in life.

  Sweat rolls down my brow in vicious lust as I lay back, closing my eyes in dark fatigue.  I sigh softly, lowering myself further into the creamy, warm suds of the bath.  The relaxation and quiet of the space mixed with the distant roar of the rainstorm outside made me feel drowsy and content.  For one glorious instant everything felt peaceful and my misery was a fleeting memory.


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