1. The Nightmare is Back - Logan & Bryce (A New Series)


    Date: 1/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    I wake up, suddenly, in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. I run my fingers through my jet black hair as I try to bring my breathing down to a normal level. It’s the same recurring dream. Who am I kidding? It’s not a dream - it’s a goddamn nightmare. What makes it even scarier is, it’s not just pictures and made-up “scenes” my subconscious mind is flashing before my eyes - this shit happened to me when I was eight-years-old. I’ve been able to suppress the nightmares for years, with the help of medication. That, and help from my psychiatrist, Dr. Foster. But, the dreams started again. They started the night after I lost my virginity, or what was left of it, to my boyfriend, Bryce. I thought the first night was a fluke - I had forgotten to take my nightly medication. So, I chalked it up to that. But, every night since being with Bryce, it’s been the same nightmare and I always wake up at the same exact point in the dream. “If you tell anybody,” the deep voice says, “I’ll fucking kill you…” I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them and begin rocking, slowly, back and forth. I don’t want it to get bad again. I don’t want to go back to that hospital. Not again. I reach over to the nightstand next to my bed and check my phone - 6:38AM. Why even bother trying to go back to sleep? At least the nightmare waited this long. Usually, it’s always a little after midnight when I wake up, shaking, in a cold sweat. My breathing has subsided a bit as I swing my legs over the ...
    edge of my bed and plant my feet on the carpet below. It still takes me a couple of minutes to push myself off the bed. Ugh! Fucking school. I’m sick of the bullshit and constant bullying. The bullying doesn’t bother me, like it used to. It’s just old, stale and annoying now. I can probably spout off the cheeky comments before any of the idiots even open their mouths. - “Nice rubber bracelets, fag. Madonna, from 1989 called, she wants them back!” - “Hey, fruitcake!” - “I didn’t know the circus was in town!” Blah, blah, ba-fucking-blah! It just never ends. Not even at home. I came out to my parents two years ago. My mother accepts me for who I am. My father, not so much. He blames the incident - the reason for my nightmares. Apparently, he thinks I caught this “disease” the night it happened. I think he’s pretty much disowned me. We barely speak. Our relationship consists of ignoring each other while in the same room, giving each other a wide birth if we meet in the hallway and an all-around yelling fight when he’s had one too many alcoholic beverages. My little brother, Jace, is a little too young to really know what being gay means. He’s only six-years-old. He notices there’s something a little different about me - he just doesn’t know what it is. He always tells me his friends’ older brothers dress different and they play sports. I don’t have the heart to tell him that all of his friends’ older brothers are also homophobic assholes. Not that he’d even understand what that ...
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