Hi guys, this is my first stab at writing erotica so please bear with me if I take a while or make some mistakes. All comments are highly appreciated. This is a very personal story to me. This chapter is used to build up the character of Alec.
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Let us call that fateful day, D. Humans are a unique bunch – probably the only creatures on earth who can remember events with detailed temporal and spatial information only to mentally and consciously re-experience them. Some feel "fresher" while others feel as tenuous as dust accumulated on a surface, waiting to be blown away and some like a cake batter with eggs and flour mixed together. A sort of non-linear mental time travel as Tulving posited in 1972.
D-5.
I am in a classroom. No, not in school, but in church. This used to be an underground carpark until it was converted into classrooms for Sunday school. I realized wryly that its fundamental utility as a space has hardly changed – a temporary holding area where people (and things) come and go, to better places presumably.
"Good afternoon, Wesley," A voice shook me out of my reverie.
"Ah good afternoon Elder Andrew," I replied.
"Let us start with a prayer before proceeding with the interview for your Confirmation. A formality, no doubt, given your record of service in church. But still, rules must be followed. Shall we?" Elder Andrew said softly with a smile.
Thirty minutes later, we were done.
"Well done. I think you are more than prepared for a spiritual life in Christ. See you next week then, God bless." With that, Elder Andrew left the room.
Just another interview, I thought in my mind. Honestly, those were questions I was taught how to answer since I started Sunday school. Preachers have a habit of rehashing the same message in different guises all the time.
I met Edith on my way out of the basement, a friend of mine from church.
"How was it? You must have aced it. It's a test with a 100% pass rate!" She laughed before running off to fellowship held in one of the classrooms underground.
A test is an instrument designed to ascertain one's ability against a pre-determined benchmark. If everyone scores above it, then does it mean that the benchmark is set too low? But if the purpose of the test is to raise standards across the level as well, then surely it must sift out those who are flagging, no?
I shook off my thoughts and plastered a smile on my face as I met my parents and sister who were waiting for me. We were smiling as we said our goodbyes to church friends as we left the compound and went home.
D+2.
"I now pronounce you member of the Church. Please turn around to face the congregation." Intoned Pastor John. A huge round of applause rang out across the pews as cameras flashed. We all smiled for the cameras, a little uncertain which to face. It is over. I am finally Confirmed.
Cameras were done snapping and we were shaking hands. I felt a tingling feeling, like some electrical current is coursing through my body while I smiled as brightly as I could, scanning the crowds for no one in particular.
"Finally man! After all that delay," I heard James' drawl as he clapped me on my shoulder from the back. I always thought James stood too closely to me.
"I have a title to defend you know." I muttered to James as I continued shaking hands with the tsunami of elders and deacons who have surged forward to congratulate us.
Geography Challenge, the pillar of my academic life in school. It is a grueling competition held annually over three months which pushed me academically and physically. My school has won the title for the past two consecutive years and this is my second and final year representing my school. I will not be the one who loses it to our rivals. We won it again, making it our third. We would go on to hold the title for another four years.
I finally got a moment to myself after ten minutes of congratulatory messages, hand shaking and photo taking. I was in a toilet behind the organ that rarely anyone uses. My hands were slick with soap suds when the door opened and I heard an all-too familiar voice.
"Congratulations. You look stunning by the way." I looked up and there was Brandon leaning against the door casually. No, too casually. He was wearing a tight-fitting blue short-sleeved shirt which showed off his pecs and biceps. A watch with a red face and black leather strap. Skinny jeans which showed off his thighs and calves. And boots which we picked out together last week at a sale.
Fuck.
We stared at each other. It could have been a fraction of a second. It could have been a minute. I honestly could not tell the time with him around. Time seems to acquire a degree of elasticity with him around.
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11.13.15.19.25.Right.18.26.32.Left.41.43 The numbers on the mailboxes flew past as I ran. I only registered them subconsciously. Nothing else mattered in my mind other than what Brandon and I just did. I slowed down to a jog and I found myself just a block from home.
When I reached home, I went straight into the shower, only bothering to empty my pockets on my bed. My uniform, originally drenched in sweat and sex, was now soaking wet with freezing ice-cold water. What the fuck did I just do, I wondered.
