My Youth Began With Him Novels & Stories

“I’ve been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it.” “When did you start feeling this way?” He huffed. “A very, very long time ago.” I frowned. “How long exactly?” “When we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him.” “Wait… what?” I sputtered.

“It’s your story.” Zach nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. “Alright, I guess I'll start from when I was much younger. I was about fifteen when my dad passed away,” he began, his voice softer now, tinged with a mix of sorrow and reflection. “It was a really tough time for my family. My mom was devastated... and I was too, but I had to be strong for her sake. My little sister was so young, she barely understood what was happening.”

Parthe. If he was willing to open up... To speak from his heart the way I think he was about to do, then I was willing to listen. "What do you remember?" I probed. He ran a hand through his wet hair, letting out a long breath. "When I was a boy," he began slowly, "before all of... this, there was a time when I thought I could be normal. That I could be like the other children, running through the woods without a care in the world, playing in the sun. But... it wasn't meant for me."

So I just had to do it. “Trust me, it started like a perfect love story when I was younger. You know, my middle school days, high school days. I met a lovely boy who completely blew my mind away. He was charming, he was loving, he was caring, he was everything I needed in a man. Up until we got into high school, we started growing. Puberty hit and it hit him real good. He looked amazing. I was very lucky. I felt very lucky to have such a man, to have such a boyfriend.” I said and paused to see if he was still listening. He looked like he was already invested in my story, so I decided to go on.

He said that he was framed for killing a girl when he was sixteen years old, and he was banished even though he was a minor. It was sad. I truly felt bad for him, because I couldn’t imagine going through what he went through at such a young age, and he was still standing. He built all of this empire by himself, and it weirdly gave me a sense of pride. Today, he told me that he was going hunting and I was excited about it.

It's amazing that he is willing to share his history with her. "I automatically qualified for his throne, he was the godfather around that time and he brought me out to the public for the first time when I was 13. He proudly showed me to the members of the organization and told them that I will be joining the organization as soon as I turn 15.

I teased, “you’re learning.” He glanced at me in that quiet, intense way he had. “I told you. I learn fast.” “Yeah,” I smiled a little. “I can see that.” Between rounds, he relaxed a bit, shoulders losing that mafia-boss stiffness. “You said you never had a chance to play games,” I said casually. “Why?” He kept his eyes on the screen, but his voice softened. “When I was young… there was no time for things like this. And no money. The only thing I had was a broken toy car my brother found in the trash.”

What in the world will he need when all of it was in me, right? Way back when I was young, I thought my life was meaningless and dreary. But that fucking gone when I met him. At first, I thought of him as a sex toy. Just shove my dick, deposit my cum, and leave Keatton alone. But days go on, and years have gone by, damn. My heart started to feel something from him.

I nodded. We sat at the edge of his bed like we were afraid of waking something up between us. And then, quietly—barely above a breath—I said: “Tell me the truth. How long?” His gaze flicked to mine. “Since you were sixteen. That day you showed up with scraped knees and a broken chain on your bike. You laughed even though your eyes were full of tears. I don’t know. Something in me… stopped looking anywhere else after that.” I inhaled sharply.

“Yeah. I’d love to hear.” He looks out at the water, his voice softening. “It all started when we were six…”