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Dane’s Awakening (Prologue) (Jacob Brouillette - New Orleans, LA)




It was the still of the night…. deep silence…he was asleep in a childlike dream of playing in the woods, running, jumping and swinging from the thick rope swing behind the fields of corn that the old man had been harvesting the day before. A dream so vivid he could smell the staunch air of the freshly harvested fields in his sleep.   Dane’s dream was interrupted… his eyes opened on his pillow ever so slowly…pitch black in the room.  The faintest light of a nightlight replica of Darth Vader sliced through the darkness.  Dane could barely hear a slight sound of footsteps touching the floor in a swift movement.  He awoke…. He slowly lifted the thin sheet off of his legs and moved off the bed slowly…He gently arose, and then he looked back at his best friend sleeping in the bed.  He got up and moved forward, slowly, and quietly out of the room into the hall.  The hall walls were a wains coating with the most beautiful glossy cherry wood stained color that reached Dane at about his eye level. At about 5 feet up from the chair molding to the ceiling, a soft, pale, white, wallpaper with a velvet embossed pattern covered the wall. He left the room and walked down the long hall towards the bathroom.   The hall was dark with only a dim amber glow of a flickering hall light illuminating the darkness.  A faint light lingered through a sliver of a crack in the door to the bathroom.  The quiet was deafening … no one was awake in the house.  The smell of a burnt out fire hung in the air from the fire that blazed earlier that night in the fireplace. The fire was out. But little did he know the fire within him was an ember that was about to be enflamed in an arousal that he was nowhere near ready to comprehend.  Little did Dane know what he was about to see.  He crept slowly… silently… with each tip toe down the hall his bare feet cold, yet warm, on the thick shag carpet creeping between his toes.  

His eyes peered into the crack in the bathroom door… He couldn’t see enough… but he did see just enough…. He slowly touched the door to the bathroom…. barely, with the tip of his index finger and pushed… softly, and quietly. The door seemed to weigh a ton but Dane pushed just enough to peer in to the bathroom.   A slight glimpse of the dark skin of his legs…. Beautiful, strong, tanned legs….toned, and slightly hairy.  His eyes reached up, glancing up to his thighs, then up to his firm, smooth ass… He was naked.  Alone the boy stood with his back facing the bathroom door, standing there, silently at the toilet, unresponsive to Dane’s presence.  Dane’s eyes moved slowly up his back side to the lower crease in his back, and then focused on the crevice of his spine.  His arms were cut and the muscles on his shoulder flinched.   His neck was thick and his lower hair line was clean shaven.   He had dark black hair slightly long in the back and messy… yet fixed, and feathered slightly enough to cover the lobes of his ears. This boy was un- knowing of the watcher in his presence.  He was urinating, and staring at the ceiling.

 Dane’s breathing became shallow. He concentrated on trying to breathe slowly, softly, and oh so quietly. Every breath was shallow as to not startle the boy and let him know Dane was there.  He watched.  He glared. What was this feeling?  What was this nervousness he was feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him quiver? Goose bumps began to bounce out of Dane’s arms like sharp daggers piercing flesh.  Dane began to sweat.  His heart was beating so hard, loud, and fast… so loud that he could hear it.  Could he since Dane’s presence? Could he feel him watching as he kept turned away?  The boy must know he is being watched, Dane thought.  He gently tightened and flexed his right buttocks cheek ever so inconspicuously as if to acknowledge that he knew someone was staring…..

Dane backed off the door and turned … but wanted to see more… then…movement in the bathroom. Dane backed away quickly… then he peered back in for one more glance.  The boy slightly turned towards the bathroom door leaning in to flush… The ripples on his abdominal cavity caught the light slightly. It was just enough light to enhance his stomach muscles.  They were so tanned, smooth, and hairless other than a small dark spot of chest hair in the center of his pecs.  Dane’s eyes moved down… down…. further down…. and followed the dark line of hair from his belly button …..straight down to the very top of his pubic area.  Dane could see the shaft… he could see the dark hair surrounding it… The boy then began to turn, and he then cupped the tip of his penis and gently held it to the left almost as if he was hiding it away.  Was he teasing? Did he know?  Did he sense someone watching him? He quickly turned to the door towards Dane….

Dane blinked…..

The light went out in the bathroom….

Dane was 9…………

The boy was 15…..

It was Dane’s best friends’ older brother…..


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