Author's Notes

The Start

The last chapter was just a minute in the life of ‘Robby and Ryan’. I mean I could have gone on for fifty-thousand -words, describing what three hundred thousand words said.

‘The Start’. This allowed me a distraction in to fiction. I’ve realized the platform I have and I run it to the max with this fiction. School Shootings, teen sex, fame, death, music, and my disdain for the orange man.

‘Robby and Ryan’, was 42 chapters; some three-hundred-thousand-words. I didn’t know how to bring it to an end; Hence, ‘The Start’. Us writers, do that sometimes. ‘The Start’, was more chapters but not as many words. But more Music. This began as little more than a distraction from what I wanted and needed to finish, ‘Robby and Ryan’.

‘The Start’, begins with, a random hookup between teen boys and begins a journey to fame and charity fortune. The seine is set in North Dakota; a place I know well. The song that started it all was ‘Sound of Silence’. The two boys did this at an assembly in their school promoting diversity and we nailed it. It went viral.

Chapter one was close to ten thousand words and ended around two hundred and fifty thousand words. I don’t write short stories and this one hit all my buttons. First; the boys became News and Talkshow superstars. Second; The difference between them became evident with the Charity aspect of the main caricature, Dean.

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I spent the last few days reading all the chapters. And just so you know I used a few Kleenex because this story was as close to me as was ‘Robby and Ryan’.

Rick was looking to make money off the fame of it all and Dean saw the potential of generating a lot of capital to help fight what was happening at the time. Rick went one way and Dean went in the other direction; he was picked up by Sony for an album of remakes; old songs.

This introduced a rocker chick named Niki, who worked for Sony and she oversaw the recordings in a portable studio. It was a recording trailer that was fifty-three feet long, slide-outs on both sides with all the technical stuff to produce what you could do in a studio was in that trailer.

The connection between them started immediately, he was not out as gay, and Niki took a shining to him as he did to her. The trailer was set up behind his high school and it was the dead of winter in ND. I never intended this fiction story to go on as long as it did and ended it at sixteen chapters but it kept calling to me after I finished, ‘Robby and Ryan’. It grew to over forty chapters.

I am an author who incorporates Music into all my writings; it’s who I am. This series has more music than even I thought; songs that tell stories, meanings that people can’t put into words, just words. I introduce writers and singers, showed my love to Berry Gibb, Elton, along with actors and news people.

So far, I haven’t been sued. I think all in all must be twenty or more songs. I am a child of the sixties and seventies but I like some new stuff too. During the first chapters this distraction allowed me to finish my Bio, ‘Robby and Ryan’, and for that I am grateful.

‘The Start’ became my focus and I typed away never really seeing where it was going or the following I’d developed. I started doing what few Authors had done in the past, responding to readers who commented. It turned into my readers commenting to each other, comments back and forth, to me it was heartwarming.

Like I’ve said, ‘sometimes you just reach a point and lose context for what your writing; and that happened with ‘The Start’, as it did with ‘Robby and Ryan’.

That will be the next chapter. In The Start, I introduced a car that was state of the art, a relationship between Manager and Star, Dean. And Cancer. This series allowed me to hit all my targets; school shootings, bullying, sexual dysfunction, attempted suicide, and North Dakota farm boys. That allowed my readers to understand how important teaching the young was and what it will mean tomorrow.

In chapter one I hit all the stuff a guy who reads on this site wants, teen boys, big cocks, sucking and fucking, and being popular.

Rick and Dean met at a party, a gay party. The chemistry between them was immediate and Rick gave Dean his first boy kiss and they fucked on another guys bed. Dean took Rick from behind and let loose like he was never able to do with his suck and fuck buddies. It scared him.

Dean was shocked walking into school on the first day and seeing Rick; the New kid, with a bunch of boys and girls around him. He didn’t even know his name and had fucked him. He had never done a random thing like this but knew he wanted to bread that tight ass again.

At lunch that day he saw Dean; him too, not knowing his name. He motioned his head to the hall, sucked him in a bathroom, then asked him to skip the rest of the day; that’s what happened. Back at Rick’s house, Dean sucked him as he’d never sucked one of his buddies. He fucked him with Rick’s body bent in half; ankles next to his own ears then, and he took what Dean gave him.

Rick was white but had a three-inch afro, long cock, and with Dean’s help, he sucked his own dick that afternoon. He was taller, dirty blond natural afro, and amazing fuckin eyes.

Just a little about myself. I don’t think I’m anything special; some would say otherwise. I’m about 5’9 and weigh in at around 155. I don’t like my brown hair with auburn highlights but I got it styled for the first time before school started and it’s growing on me.

I am very white and don’t have an ounce of fat on me but I don’t have a huge amount of muscle either, but it pops where it should. We don’t farm because my dad if a professional and my mom is a nurse and we live in town.

I’d been hanging out at a little restaurant close to home during the summer and became friends with the owner who was eight years older than me. I never realized at the time he was grooming me. I was having less and less interaction with my jack-off buddies and was kind of floundering, it was a weird summer.

Tom, the owner, kind of took me under his wing and introduced me to other things and my social circle naturally grew. I attended parties, made new friends, and yes, I was enjoying myself. I got a crash course on gay and how the college-age guys were living. Everybody was older than me but they thought I was older than I was and hit on me constantly.

I became known as the ‘sweet chicken.’ I told men how nice they were; I kissed ruff cheeks thanking them for the attention and even pulled on a crotch in a complementing way. But this was all a new experience for me. I could be myself, openly flirt with guys, touch, and play a little, and I loved it. It was at one of those parties I met Rick.

My small group of suck and fuck friends never talked about what we did, never acted as if we liked it, and was always done from behind unless we were giving or getting head. Back to the story.

Rick and I showered, talked, kissed again, and wet we walked to the bed where I was able to put my head on his chest as my knee rested under those big balls and I kind of dozed. The knocking on the door pissed me off and I met his little brothers knocking with a towel hardly covering one of my best fetchers.

Enter Maximus or Max. He will become a main caricature a few chapters down the road, and he is hooked on sounding. After dinner with their parents, Rick took me back to school to pick up my own car; it was weird. I wanted to hold his hand, wanted to kiss him before I got out of his car, wanted to go back and spend the night with him in his bed.

Days and weeks past and we did hookup from time to time. It was hard, I had a ‘for show and tell’ girlfriend. Julie was a senior, hot as fuck, and her pussy was Off Limits until she married, but we did everything else. All my buddies had girlfriends, dated and even fucked them, but showed up Saturday night like clockwork to get some hot boy fucking and sucking.

My story needed more caricatures so I brought in a guy named Jeff who lived down a few houses and across the street, and I brought in, poor, Donny. Jeff and Donny weren’t part of my circle but I had phone sex with Jeff once.

Donny and I had sex once. He begged me. I did fuck him even knowing he was being brutally raped regularly by his brothers and Dad. That night I saw an open hole, I could see inside his body, and as he sniffed on poppers I put my hand in his butt. It was so… gross, and hot beyond belief.

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This is what an author is. We haven’t even got past chapter 3 in, ‘The Start’. I hope you that read think about us; writers. As I said, I spent a few days reading it all again; some really good shit.