It seemed that the lyrics of the song on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him feel happy that someone, somewhere understood wha...t he felt. When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his work uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, dark brown hair, electric blue eyes, was about six feet tall, and had slim body. The person staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it wasn't him. The eyes of. A slight shiver brings his body close to mine as we try to say our good-byes. The conversation quickly ends as he presses his body full against mine and pins me to the door. His kisses feel so warm and I can’t help but smile when he gently bites my lower lip. He runs his hands over the thin piece of silk that separates him from what he wants. His body stiffens as he gently pushes his hips into mine. Without saying a word, I take his hand and lead him to the front of the house. The streetlights. I don’t think it went down the whole time we were there. I know she had noticed it too. After a few hours of swimming we went back home for supper. It was getting dark anyways. Back home we went and got changed for supper. We ate as a family like we usually did. Talking about how our day went and anything else we could think of. After I was done I asked to be excused. I went up to my room, shut my door, and turned on my desktop. I sat down and brought up my folder of porn. I had to release. All thoughts left but one. Don’t be him! Please don’t be him! Dear God, don’t let it be him! I tried to run but it seemed my legs had roots instead of feet. My breathing seemed incredibly loud against the darkness, God help me. I leaned in trying to pinpoint the sound. I heard another rustling in the kitchen. I willed my feet to move but my stubborn fear held me to this spot. Then I saw my baby come strutting out of the kitchen, coffee grounds and gravy smoothed through his golden coat, and the.