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Post by owen on Mar 11, 2011 13:17:13 GMT -5
He had to just get away, that was exactly why Owen was sitting in the middle of the park. He had to get his mind off of things, like his latest therapy session. The therapist that he was seeing was trying to get to the root of his bondage fetish. He thought that there was something dark and disturbing that Owen was hiding, but there wasn’t. His parents never beat him, he was never sexually abused by anyone and he was just an everyday normal kid. There was nothing odd about him, he didn’t wish harm on other people, but the thought of being tied up or tying someone up turned him on. Was there really something wrong with that? He didn’t think so. He had stormed out of the therapist’s office when he started to badger Owen about his father and if he was sexually molested by the man or any other male figure in his life. Just because he liked guys and girl meant that he was sexually abused? Because he was bisexual and liked bondage there was something wrong with him? There was nothing wrong with him that was just the way he was. That was exactly what he liked, was there something so wrong with that? He didn’t think so.
Laying back in the plush green grass of the park, he stared up at the clear blue sky. It was a nice day out and hopefully he’d find something that would get his mind off of things. Anything at this point that would distract him from all of the things that were running through his mind. He was starting to second guess himself, his life, his everything. Had something happened to him when he was growing up and he just suppressed it? Why was he like this? He couldn’t even remember when he first realized that he liked guys or when he started to like bondage. Was there a particular point in time that it all changed? Why couldn’t he remember? Did something happen? Some life changing event that changed everything for him, but he couldn’t remember? Did his parents keep it from him? His mind was starting to hurt with all the scenarios, all the questions. He just needed to get it off his mind. He just wanted something to do to get his mind to push these fickle feelings away. Someone, hopefully, would stumble across him and maybe entertain him.
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Post by BRENDEN JAMES MARTIN TEAR on Mar 22, 2011 13:24:08 GMT -5
Thud. Fuck. A small scowl settled onto the blond boy’s face as he slowly struggled to stand up from the paved sidewalk. Teaching himself to skateboard was a huge pain in the ass, literally. He had lost count of how many times he had slipped and fallen onto his butt today. All that Brenden knew was that if this kept up, he’d be out a pair of his favourite jeans and quite cranky by the time he got home. Actually, the kid was quite close to giving up already. The sixteen year old figured that if he couldn’t get down the sidewalk by the end of today he’d just have to find someone to teach him some other time.
All he wore were a pair of black skinny jeans and a bright pink teeshirt and if someone looked closed enough, they might be able to catch a hint of those Calvin Kleins underneath that black denim. A few more minutes of landing on his ass, Brenden had given up for the day. Kicking off his shoes, the teenager picked them up along with his skateboard and quietly padded through the park. Instead of hurting his feet on the paths, he opted for wandering around the grass, looking for somewhere to lay himself down.
It would have been awesome if he had brought food with him, then the boy could have had his own mini picnic. Of course Brenden hadn’t thought that far ahead and instead he was stuck wandering around the park looking for somewhere to chill. Maybe sleeping under a clump of trees would be comfortable. It’d be shaded and cool, and the blond wouldn’t have to worry about sweating his butt off. A shy grin fell on his lips as he walked around. The heat wasn’t actually all that bad, if he was lucky he’d be able to spot a guy or two walking around half naked.
He let his eyes fall closed as the boy continued to walk around slowly, letting himself wander around literally blind. It probably wasn’t the best of ideas, especially when he had tripped over a large figure. The teen opened his eyes quickly, a huge blush on his face as he stared at the figure. “Crap.. O-owen! I’m sorry.”
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Post by owen on Mar 24, 2011 19:42:10 GMT -5
The day was nice, nice enough that Owen didn’t need a jacket or anything of that nature. It was rather warm out, probably the mid-seventies. It was an ideal day and Owen was glad that he was no longer trapped inside of that stupid room with that stupid shrink. His mind was already starting to wind down just laying here in the grass and trying to relax. It definitely was helping. This was a good idea and he was glad that he had come out here, even if it was something that he wouldn’t normally do. Owen pressed his lips together and folded his hands behind his head, his eyes closed and his pale face tilted towards the sun. He could probably stand for a little color on his cheeks, but hopefully he wouldn’t get too much sun.
Time was elusive to him; he had no idea how long he had been there and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be there. It didn’t matter to him though; he had no place to go right now. No plans made, he could lay out here all day and no one would care; no one would be affected by it. He didn’t mind being alone, really. Of course, there were those times where he’d like to have someone, but right now it was kind of nice having time to himself. He could vacate all of those thoughts the shrink put in his head. The thoughts that he didn’t want to even think were possible. Shoving them to the back of his brain, he opened his eyes for few minutes but the sun was forcing them closed before he knew it.
They didn’t open again until he felt something in his ribs and then the Earth disrupting next to him. His eyes shot open as he sat up and looked over at whoever had just tripped over him. He blinked a few times trying to adjust his eyes. Licking his lips, a small smile appeared on them. Oh hey, Brendy. He reached a hand over to steady the other boy to make sure that he was okay, before actually asking out loud. You alright? You’re not hurt or anything, right? Owen questioned, his lips pursed slightly. Tilting his head to the side, he lifted a hand to block the sun from his eyes. There was something about Brenden Tear that always had Owen Lewis intrigued.
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Post by BRENDEN JAMES MARTIN TEAR on Apr 3, 2011 12:15:19 GMT -5
Well this was just embarrassing! Brenden sighed, looking down to Owen as the other male helped him regain his composure. If he hadn’t been such a klutz then he wouldn’t be in this whole situation, though it wasn’t actually a bad thing having literally run into Owen. “No! I-I’m good. Are you okay?” The boy blushed slightly before sitting down on the ground, resting his head on the other boy’s shoulder. “I mean, I did kinda trip over you...” He hadn’t meant to run into the boy, but Brenden supposed that was his own fault for wandering around with his eyes closed. The guilt at the teenager, he felt like he had actually kicked his friend in the side and Brendy knew how that shit hurt.
It was a nice day out so Brenden could understand why his buddy would be outside, but still he hadn’t expected to stumble across this fine young man today. “So what brings you to the park?” Blond locks fell in front of his eyes as he tilted his head in curiosity. The sixteen year old pushed his skateboard away slightly as he tried to make himself more comfortable on the grass. “You trying to tan? Might actually put a little color on you!” Brenden chuckled softly, casually snuggling up to the older teenager.
Gazing up innocently, the blond brushed his fingers against Owen’s cheek. “Then again, your skin already has a beautiful color.” He offered a cheeky grin, “Either way would look good on you though.” Sometimes Brenden couldn’t help the things that came out of his mouth and it caused the teen to look down in embarrassment. He should know better than to ramble on about things, but he really did think Owen looked good regardless of how much of a tan the college student had. Besides, he was more curious to find out why the teen was at the park anyways. Was he here just to have a day to himself?
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