Sushiwatermelon04

Short one-shots involving sexuality:
Chapter one: Pages 1-6: A 18-year-old high school student finds himself in a situation that involves his sexuality, sex is his only drug. But one person only comes to mind when he thinks about love, is it wrong?
Chapter two: Pages 7-14: A 21-year-old dropout is suddenly notified of the death of her beloved. She finds herself in a strange situation involving her late girlfriends' brother. She begins to get confused about her own sexuality, after thinking her Nightingale syndrome was an illusion only to discover it was far from that, should she follow her desires or stay true to her late lover and the sexuality she declared to the world?
Chapter three: A 17-year-old girl, Eden finds herself in a strange situation she chose to be in with figuring out her sexuality. She finds herself in a love triangle between a 22-year-old high-profile male prostitute and a girl named Kisara, age 18. Will she choose right in a journey she found herself in?
Chapter four: A 17 year old soccer player finds himself intrigued and confused by a 19 year old junkie, Caden, who prides himself in his sexuality. Will he go down the wrong path for love?
Chapter Five- Seven: Ongoing…

One Shot: Sexuality

It's been a week...a month...or maybe a year.  I find myself taking 7 medications at once. Numbing the pain with sex.


"Fuck", I whisper as he unbuckles my belt, slowly pulling my briefs halfway down as I shake off my pants. He couldn't stop staring at me, so I made him gag, pushing it deeper down his throat. I groaned as I let him fall onto the floor. I then took off my shirt, as he stared at me with a deep look in his eyes. I picked him up and threw him onto the bed, I kissed him, I then pulled away ripping off his shirt, as he smiled and scoffed. I smiled placing my hand down his shorts, he moaned. I rubbed his nipples and kissed his body. Then I stopped when I looked at a picture on a wall. He looked at me with sympathy and said " Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't know she was in the picture, but it's been 4 months. If she knows and loves you at all she'll come back, I know she and you had a lot of history together but-"


I put my finger over his mouth and shushed him. I pulled his shorts off and stood up, I then flipped him over. "Get on all fours".


He always listened, she never did. She never did... she never did. I had to put that thought in my head.  I inserted my penis in and groaned. I closed my eyes and I then opened them again, I pulled his hair with one hand, and chocked his neck with the other. I started to flashback again... I couldn't stop myself from thinking "shit...sayo". "Remember when we met in 6th grade, despite the rumors you stood by my side... and then I told you I was gay freshman year in high school ... and you accepted everything, and when I was awarded star quarterback on the football team you screamed my name from the stands....fuck...fuck...fuck...I love you".


And as I pulled myself out of him, he looked at me confused, possibly heartbroken, and sat up to cover himself.


Those words left my mouth automatically. We stared at each other for about 15 seconds, as the silence filled the room then the tears started streaming down his face. He wiped them off and took a deep breath... "it's okay I'm fine, I've only been your boyfriend for three years".


He stood up and he grabbed his shorts, and silently walked to the door "I'm going to take a shower, lock the door and throw away the key on your way out".


"Leon, I'm sorry, please, don't make me go...please I'm begging you, I have no one but you... I want no one but you please!"


He took a breath shakily "You betrayed your own heart, you're killing yourself for someone who doesn't love you. Never have you once said "I love you" to me, I saw the way you smiled at her, the way you said "I love you"... to her! She doesn't love you. The way she kissed her boyfriends in front of you, the way her tone changed, she only tolerated you because she felt bad for you, I can't...I won't be there for you anymore, now leave".


I grabbed a robe, tied it, and picked my clothes off the floor, holding in the anger, the tears, the emotion and I left the house. As I closed the door behind me, I Let it go. I sat on the doorstep sobbing. My chest hurt, I had an empty feeling, my mind was empty too. I got up, wiped the tears, and headed to my car. I sat back and turned my phone on, 15 missed calls from Sayo.


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