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Subject: Headline: Hayden Chapter 1 I will leave Hayden’s age up to my readers and note that this is a complete work of fantasy. This story is set in a completely fictional world and I certainly would not encourage anyone to try and replicate this fantasy in the real world. It is just a flight of my fancy. Please feel free to email me at ail with feedback, comments and suggestions! This is my first Nifty story. I hope that this will be one chapter of many, but we shall see what sort of feedback I get. Headline: Hayden Chapter 1 – Objects in Motion… If you had told me what was in store for me when this whole thing started, I wouldn’t have believed you. I was just your average working journalist at a major newspaper in a medium sized city. I had gotten the job just out of college and I was now in my sixth year working there. I was on the Life & Style desk. It wasn’t exactly edgy investigative journalism, but I enjoyed the work and it got me out and around the city. I also enjoyed the variety of the job, I got to write about everything from concerts to art shows, architecture and dance. This whole crazy series of events started when I got a brand new assignment from my editor. There’d been a brand new skatepark built in the city and he wanted me to go out and cover the opening and see if I couldn’t get some of the kids to talk about what it meant to have this new facility. It was a pretty standard assignment and I didn’t think much of it. The opening was scheduled for the next morning and I wasn’t overly busy, so it wouldn’t be a problem. The next day I had all my gear ready and packed. It was a beautiful summer morning and I was happy to be out. I made my way down to the skatepark and got set up. I decided to take a few pictures of the local politicos talking about how great their new initiative was and then move around the skatepark and see if I could grab a few streeters with some of the young skaters. After the blowhards finished talking, I got up and started wandering around. Now, I should stop at this point and say that I’d long found teenage boys attractive but had done my best to ignore my feelings. However, in the presence of all these attractive youths, I could feel a stirring of the attraction I had long denied move through me. The easy movement, their smooth skin, the lanky boys with long legs that swung so smoothly and the beautifully toned musculature of the young men were impossible for me to ignore. There was a sense of sexual energy that filled me, but I pushed it aside and told myself to focus on the job, not to be some kind of pervert ogling teens. The wind tousled my light brown hair and I pushed it out of my face. Now I don’t consider myself exceptionally attractive, but I’m told that I have a nicely arranged face that is on the boyish side and a trim and decent looking body. I keep myself in pretty good shape and try to eat well. I mention these details because they’ll become important as the story unfolds. Intentionally I went and spoke to some of the female skaters I found. I told myself (and I believe it to be true) that it’s worth talking to women because they tend to be underrepresented in sports. Eventually I knew I had to find a few boys to talk to and I resolved to avoid talking to anyone who I found too attractive. I was just about to set off and find a few average looking teenage boys when my field of vision was filled by a shadow. I looked up and damn near dropped my camera. In front of me stood the embodiment (at least in my brain) of teenage male perfection. He about 5’10” with a spare frame that was corded with lean muscle, a fact made quite obvious by his lack of a shirt. His chest was nicely sculpted, but not imbalanced in muscle. His stomach was a flat, hard washboard that dropped to a classic “V” shape that disappeared into his baggy shorts and he was starting to develop balıkesir escort wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He was a dirty blond with green eyes that had flecks of gold in them. His face was beautiful in the way only teenage boys can be, somewhere between adulthood and something more delicate with an angular jaw and full, warm lips. He had one discreet piercing in each ear. I think I must have been staring open mouthed at him because he cleared his throat. “Hey — you alright, dude?” His voice was surprisingly deep for his age but still with a youthful lightness. I managed to stammer, “Uh…oh…yeah sorry! Just lost in thought there.” He laughed and shook his head. “No worries, man. Anyhow I hear you’re here from The Courier to write about the skatepark?” I nodded. “Yeah. Did you wanna say something about it?” The professional in me was already taking over despite it all. He grinned. “I did. Name’s Hayden by the way.” It surprised me that he stuck out his hand for me to shake, but I took it. His hand was warm and strong with smooth skin and there was power in his grip. “Matt here. Nice to meet you, Hayden.” I took out my tape recorder and turned it on. “Go ahead.” What followed was another shock to me. His response was articulate and his vocabulary was surprisingly extensive. It was a well thought out response and I figured he should know it. I shut the tape recorder off when he was finished and managed to make eye contact which made my mouth go dry for a moment. “You really thought about that, Hayden! I’m impressed.” If I was expecting shyness, I sure didn’t get it. “Thanks man! Well I am on the debate team at school, so I should be okay with that stuff.” I wanted to say something, anything to make him stay a little longer but I couldn’t think of what it might be, so I swallowed the strange hope that had sprung up in me. “Well thanks for the time, Hayden. I’m pretty sure this reply’s gonna be in my piece. Hope you enjoy the skatepark!” As I readied to turn away, feeling more disconsolate than I should have after five minutes of chatting, his voice stopped me. “You got a card or something, Matt? See…uh…I was kinda wondering if you might do something for me.” I nearly blurted out the fact that I would do almost anything for him, but managed to restrain myself and simply raised my eyebrows. “What might that be?” He gave me a quick look. “Me and a couple of my buddies are on a breakdance crew. I was wondering if maybe you could, like, convince your editor to let you write something on us. We’re going to a pretty big competition and, like, it’d be cool if you wrote something about the hometown boys, y’know?” I fumbled in my bag for my card and handed it to him. “Sure. My email and phone’s on there. You got any videos and stuff I could look at? Maybe show my editor?” Hayden grinned. “Dude, we got an Insta site you can check out. Want me to email a link?” Trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice, I said that would be great and that I’d let him know what my editor said. He flipped the card into his shorts pocket, gave me a smile and waved over his shoulder as he said “Later, man!” That night, visions of Hayden kept flashing into my head, as I went about my usual routine. It only got worse once I got into bed. The visions there were much more intense as I imagined his naked, warm, smooth body and my brain constructed visions of what his teen cock might look like, how it might feel in my hands, in my mouth, inside me. I couldn’t help from sliding my hands down my trim body, jerking off my stiff, throbbing cock and have a powerful, intense orgasm with thoughts of him in my head. Afterwards, waves of guilt overwhelmed me, as I chastised myself for the desires that I wanted to disappear. How could I want him? What was wrong with me? At the end of it, the desire was still bartın escort there and all I could do was settle into a fitful sleep, full of half-fevered dreams full of desire and fear of that desire. — The next morning, I had a look at the breakdancing videos that Hayden had linked me on Instagram and was blown away. They were good (at least as far as my limited knowledge of breakdancing would indicate) and showy enough that I thought maybe the editor might actually let me write the piece. It was a bit outside of our usual stuff, but I’d try to sell him on the “youth angle” and point out that it’d make good online content, especially if we included a video. As it turned out, I’d caught my editor on a good day and he was pretty amenable to the idea. I emailed Hayden back and he was excited. I asked him to set up a time where we could all meet in a very public place, trying to set myself (and him) at ease. I was quite shocked when my phone rang about five minutes later and it was Hayden. “Hey dude…this sounds real awesome! I can’t wait to have ya write about us. It’ll be so cool!” His enthusiasm was infectious and inspirational. Once again, a vision of that beautiful face and body danced into my head and again I pushed it away. I had to be a professional about this and let my fantasies rest. “Alright, I’ll see you at 10 a.m. tomorrow and we’ll do the interview!” Again I had a decent day until I went home and had to be alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t let go of Hayden’s personality, the sense of energy that emanated from him or the fact that my body and mind found him insanely attractive. Once again, I ended up in the midst of another guilt-ridden masturbation session. It seemed that, in spite of my best intentions, there was no way that I could shut off my sexual desire for this teenage boy. That hardly made it any better, but I reasoned that perhaps there was no need for the guilt. After all, there was no chance that any of my fantasies would ever become real. The next day dawned and left me with a sense of excitement and anticipation that I hadn’t felt for a long time. Once again, I had to chastise myself to remain professional and objective. I made my way down to the place we’d agreed to meet and I saw Hayden there with his crew. I actually felt quite nervous around this group of young men who were all extremely attractive, but it didn’t take long before I had settled into my interviewing routine and was able to put enough distance between me and Hayden to be able to concentrate. Of course, the moment I looked up and met his gold-flecked green eyes, I felt like my breath had been stolen. When I asked him a question, he made eye contact and no matter what I did, there was no way I could break it. I had to keep looking. The interview ended and I fully expected that we’d all go our own way. However, once again Hayden surprised me, as he hung back from his friends. “Hey Matt…I know this is kinda weird but would you mind dropping me off at the bus stop on the corner of 1st and 3rd? No big thing if you can’t. I’ll understand.” What the hell was I going to say? No? There wasn’t a chance I would turn down the opportunity to be in close proximity to Hayden. After all, it wasn’t as though anything would come of this. “Sure. It’s fine. What harm’s a quick car ride going to do? Come on.” My car is, frankly, a beater. If Hayden was expecting the latest Porsche 911 Turbo, he’d be sorely disappointed. He’d have to settle for a mid-’90s Volvo that had seen better days. There wasn’t really a response from him, but at his age any car likely would have done for him. As he piled in, I caught his glance and my heart skipped again. Those eyes were deep, green and full of warm light. As we hit the road, Matt looked over at me. “Thanks man. Really appreciate the ride. Hey…I think it’s real cool, what you batıkent escort do. I’d love to be a writer like you.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Seriously?’ He was all earnestness and interest. “Yeah man! I kinda write stuff too. Nothing serious, ya know? I just like to write down what I feel. It’d be cool to get paid to do it.” I chuckled. “Not if you saw what they pay me, Hayden. Why do you think I’m driving around in this beater?” Shaking his head, he was still looking earnest. “Dude, my dad’s a big shot real estate agent. He makes lots of money and he’s still so unhappy. Maybe I’m just a dumb kid but I would totally rather be happy. Are you happy?” To have your beautiful self in my car, hell yes I thought but what came out was, “Yeah I think so. Pretty happy. I enjoy writing and getting around the city.” We had stopped at a red light and as we sat, I felt something that I couldn’t identify. I furrowed my brow and looked down. I nearly gasped aloud as I realized Hayden’s warm, strong hand was resting on my leg. “Hayden..wh…what are you doing?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “What’s it look like I’m doing?” Thousands of sensations rocketed through me: fear, desire, worry, confusion. I stammered, “But…you can’t I mean…I could get in so much trouble…you don’t even know me…” His soft lips were pursed as he quieted me with a “shh.” His voice had a husky quality to it now. “Ever since I saw you in the skatepark, I thought about you. I jerked off over you, Matt.” The light turned green and my foot involuntarily hit the gas hard and sent us skittering across the intersection. I didn’t know what to say and I had to stop driving before I killed us both. I also suddenly wanted to find the quietest, most out of the way place I could. The guilt that surged through me made me think that every eye was on us. It was the middle of the day, so I pulled into a quiet suburban side street and stopped. HIs hand hadn’t left my leg. I turned to him and put my best “serious” attitude on. “I don’t know what this is but you should stop it now, Hayden. You’re young, you’re confused…you…” He had grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his. His skin was soft and so warm, his arms muscled and strong as he pulled me close to him, his lips touched mine and it was as though electricity had surged from them and into my body. I tried to pull away, to resist but there was a primal urging in me that overtook all rational thought. I opened my mouth to him and eagerly his tongue snaked in, slipping over my teeth and tapping against my tongue. I kissed back, hungrily, greedily and I felt his hand move to caress the raging hard on that had grown in my jeans. Abruptly reality hit me again and I managed to tear away from him and push his hand off. “Jesus…no I can’t fucking do this. You’d better go…please just go, Hayden. I’m sorry….I can’t.” He looked hurt for a brief moment but sighed. “Sorry man….sorry…I didn’t mean to do that. I just…hey just don’t worry about writing that thing. Tell your editor you didn’t want to do it. I’ll leave you alone. I…sorry dude….” He got out of the car and was off, striding down the street and away from me. I sat stunned in the car, unable to process what had just happened and still with a throbbing erection tenting my jeans. The rest of the day was a blur. My mind couldn’t focus on anything and my brain whirled through every emotion. There was the ever present guilt, the remorse, the desire and a nagging feeling that I wanted to see him again, more than anything else I had ever wanted before. I replayed the scene over and over in my head, reliving the way he’d felt against me. That night, I didn’t want to jerk off, despite how excited and horny the memory of Hayden’s mouth against mine had made me. Instead I tossed and turned, my brain spinning in endless circles. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get to sleep. His body, his presence and his energy just would not leave me be. Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep. I couldn’t possibly have predicted the chain of events that Hayden and I had set into motion when we met.

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