Message-ID: <42836asstr$1054980605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newssvr28.news.prodigy.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Kenn Guilstorf" <kennyg@ameritech.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.3790.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <dkgEa.225$a7.121458@newssvr28.news.prodigy.com> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 07 Jun 2003 03:17:29 EDT X-UserInfo1: Q[R_PJON^JWOBQLZIBCF_P@@GB^NAGDMJ@GZ_GYO^ZWZUYICD^RAQBKZQTZTX\_I[^G_KGFNON[ZOE_AZNVO^\XGGNTCIRPIJH[@RQKBXLRZ@CD^HKANYVW@RLGEZEJN@\_WZJBNZYYKVIOR]T]MNMG_Z[YVWSCH_Q[GPC_A@CARQVXDSDA^M]@DRVUM@RBM X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 07 Jun 2003 07:17:29 GMT Subject: {ASSM} The Nature of Man. Chapter 4 [No sex this chapter] Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2003 06:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42836> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge The Nature of Man By Kenn Ghannon The Rules I thought, before we got to the actual reading of this story that we should set down a couple of ground rules: 1) This story involves frank and explicit descriptions of sex. If it is immoral or illegal in your area to read about topics of this nature, please quit reading here. If you don't want to read about topics of this nature, please quit reading here. (I don't, by the way, agree with the legal aspects of this. I believe that the United States, as a society, has gone too far in putting the onus of maturity on a rather arbitrary physical age. I've known 13 year olds who were far more mature than some 40 year olds. Of course, this may be the exception to the rule, but still.) 2) If you are looking for a story where everyone is always happy all of the time, please find another story. If you are looking for a story where everyone is always sad all of the time, please find another story. Reality is somewhere in-between these two extremes and I try to write as near to reality as an erotic fantasy can get. Do I succeed? Only you can tell me. 3) If you are looking for a story that absolutely revolves around sex, sex, and more sex, please find another story. I *WON'T* write one of those. There is sex here, but only as a function of the story. 4) Everything you read hear is fiction. It never happened, so I am definitely not writing about YOU. J If you've read this far, I hope you enjoy this. Author's Note: I owe writing this story, and you owe reading this story, to Frank Downey. I've often read the stories in the erotic newsgroups - usually one-handed as most males do - but I've never found one that particularly satisfied me or made me WANT to read further. That all changed after reading Frank's "Naked In School" series. For the first time, I actually nearly skipped the sexually detailed writing in order to find out what happened next. To put it mildly, I was HOOKED. I've since read ALL of Frank's stories including his novel - and I've fallen in love with every one of his characters. I know it is impossible, but I hope that Frank never finishes his novel.because the thought of not being able to read more of Sophia and Warren's life is a horrible, horrible thought. However, it was his stories that made me realize that it was possible to write erotica where romance was more important than sex and story development more important than anything else. I will never be able to bring characters to life as well as he can; I only hope that you might enjoy my story/stories nearly as much. --Kenn Ghannon, 06 Jun 2003. Chapter 4. September faded to October and October to November. Eric managed to visit his lake about once or twice a week, but Shawn never showed up. His classes were going well, though he didn't pay much attention to them. He had read the books for each of his classes that first month and now just used them for reference sometimes on his homework. He was a little surprised how well the weight lifting was going, however. At first, he had hated it.but after a while, he saw it as another means of escaping his life. He could go down there, push and pull on some metal bars and just daydream or think of nothing. No one really bothered him when he weight-lifted, except for the times his uncle Tom came down with him, and that suited him fine. He often found himself down there two or three times a week. Of course, every Saturday was reserved for visiting his sister Gwen in the hospital. She had made no progress, but he visited her every Saturday anyway. Sometimes he'd read to her, sometimes he'd talk to her and sometimes he'd just sit there and hold her hand. Many times, he'd come out of the hospital feeling depressed, and angry, and sad. On those days, he'd get out of the car and head straight for the basement and work himself until he could physically do no more. It was after one such episode that things finally took a turn for the better for him. He was at his normal Monday shrink appointment (as he called them) and was just sitting listening to Angela's clock. Angela was quickly losing hope that she'd ever be able to reach the young man and make him right with the world again. So his visits to her office had become long bouts of forced silence, in between monotone answers to her questions. "So, Eric," Angela began, a bit of her hopelessness crossing into her voice. "How is the weight lifting thing going?" "Well, dad's..." he looked up at her, shocked, a dozen emotions crossing quickly across his face. "I mean.uh.Uncle Tom has been helping spot me lately.and." His voice took on a new tone of panic. "Why do you think you called your Uncle dad just then?" Angela questioned intently. Inside her mind was going a mile a minute. FINALLY, she crowed internally, a chink in his armor. "I don't know it just slipped out. Quit badgering me. It was an accident." "But it had to mean something, don't you think? For it to just slip out so easily that way." "NO," Eric yelled. "It meant nothing. Just leave me alone, okay? Just leave me alone." "Calm down, Eric. I was just wondering what would make you call your Uncle Tom dad." "It was a mistake, I said," his voice was well into screaming now.but his eyes were on the verge of tears. As Angela watched, one rolled down his face. "He's not my father! He can't be my father! I don't want him to be my father!" "I can understand that," Angela said, taken a little aback by the vehemence in Eric's voice. "But why would you say that." "Don't you understand, you stupid bitch!" Eric screamed, standing, pushing the chair behind him. "Don't you get it? I don't want him as my father. If he's my father he'll start hitting me. I'll get beat over and over and over again. And then he'll kill her. He'll kill us all." Sobs wracked Eric's body as he turned to flee. Instead he tripped over the chair and curled himself into a ball. "No more," came his muffled cry, his arms around his head, curled as small as he could get it. "I don't want this to happen any more." Angela got up and sat next to the crying teen, and pulled him against her. "It's okay, Eric. It's okay. It isn't going to happen again." Eric just sobbed against her. Things began to turn around, although slowly, after that. Eric didn't really emerge from his shell so much as he started taking quick peeks out of the corners. In the beginning of December, on another Friday afternoon, Eric was walking out of the school when he happened to spy Christina talking to his angel again. He tried to turn around and get back in the school, but Christina saw him before he managed it. "ERIC!" she called, and he had no choice but to walk over there. "Eric, you remember Shawn, right? And this is Bobby Tanson and Ellen Morok. Guys, this is my cousin Eric." Eric shook all of their hands and forced a smile. "Hi". "Hey, we're going to the coffee shop to hand out. I don't supposed you'd want to come with." her voice trailed off. She knew it was useless, but she kept trying as she had for several months now. Every single time, he had turned her down. "Well. Um. Sure," he surprised her by responding. "Cool! Come on!" "Hey Eric, don't you have algebra with me?" Ellen asked. "You sit in the back row, right?" "Yea." "Don't mind him, El," Christina interrupted with a giggle. "I think that's more than he spoke the entire month of October." The others laughed at her little joke. Eric felt his face go red and was about to beg out of the little group.and then he got it. He suddenly realized that they weren't making fun of him to laugh at him.they were making fun of him like they would any one of their other friends. They were including him. He marveled at it for a little while. His realization astounded him. They were treating him..good for nothing him.like he belonged. Tears shone in his eyes as the realization swept over him. The coffee house was packed, but he had a good time. Admittedly, most of his time was spent admiring Shawn, but for the first time in his life he felt like he belonged. They stayed for only about an hour, but it was one of the best hours he had ever spent. He almost hated it when Christina said it was time to go and he tried to talk her out of it. "Well, I don't know about you, but I've got homework," she told him. "Shawn 's coming over, though, so it won't be a total waste." Her eyes twinkled merrily at him. "I.um.don't know what you mean," Eric replied. "Yea. Riiiiight. I've seen how you look at her, Eric," Christina giggled at him. "It's okay, though. Just don't stalk her or anything." She teased. Eric's blush went clear to his toes. "She hasn't said anything, has she?" He mumbled nervously. "No.but I think she knows. You should make your move!" "I. Well. I wouldn't know how." Eric stared at the floor, his face blushing again. "You're kidding, right? Look, Er, just go up to her and say, would you like to go out Saturday. That's it." "What if she says no?" "Then she says no. Would you rather ask her, with the say 50/50 chance she says no or never ask her and have a 100 percent chance she says no?" "I don't think I can, Chris. Couldn't you do it for me? Just find out what she thinks?" "Uh-uh. You've got to do this on your own, big guy. Just do it, Er. Okay? You might be surprised." "Maybe on the way home." "Okay.but you're going to miss out if you don't," she turned to call to her friend. "Shawn! Coming?" Christina watched with satisfaction as Shawn stood up from the table and gathered her books. "By the way, Er.you realize that is the very first time you've ever called me Chris, right?" "Sorry, it just kind of slipped out." "Hey. I'm not complaining. I just thought it was kind of significant.you know?" She put her arm around her younger cousin. "We'll get you loosened up yet, ya big galoot." The walk home was quiet, at least on Eric's part. He struggled with himself most of the way, but as they were turning onto the little lane where his Aunt and Uncle's house sat, he came to a decision. "Shawn?" "What's up, Eric?" "Well.um.I was kind of wondering.if you'd.you know...want to maybe.uh.go out tomorrow night," Eric's tongue felt like it was thickening just to spite him. "If you aren't doing anything," he finished quickly. Shawn looked at his face and laughed, her voice musical. "Wow! Was it really that hard?" She doubled up in stitches. "Sorry," she said after looking over at Eric's hardening face. "I couldn't resist. Of course I'd like to go out with you tomorrow night." "Hey!" Christina started. "Evan and I are going out tomorrow. We can double date!! You remember Evan Thyme, don't you cuz? I've introduced you a couple of times." "Yea, I remember. That sounds okay." Eric said dubiously. "Great, it's settled then. Evan's got his license, so he can pick us all up! It'll be great!" Eric followed the two girls in a bit of a daze, and also a hint of trepidation. He had done it. He was actually going to go out.with a girl. And not just any girl, but the girl he'd been dreaming about for nearly 4 months. So why did his hands feel all clammy all of a sudden?? -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+