Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 15:15:00 -0700 From: Thomas Spencer Subject: Decisions Decisions Chapter 1 I?ve been dealing with a severe case of writer?s bloc for quite some time with little idea as to how to break it. I enjoy a lot of the work posted to Nifty, however great stories on here are relatively few and far between. Most of the stories, regardless of quality, are linear. There is a start and an end, a basic formula, and no real ambiguity of where the plot is going to lead to. Some authors often ask for inp0ut from the readers as to what they?d like to see next in the story, perhaps because they?ve run out of ideas. And that is what reminded me of a small collection of stories I had as a child that allowed the reader to control the direction of the plot. For instance, the protagonist in a scary story had entered a spooky house and the author gave the reader the choice in sending the character either up the squeaky, creaky staircase to the second floor (turn to page 37) or to go into the dimly-lit drawing room to the right (turn to page 16). Based upon which choice the reader selected the plot would either continue on over several chapters or end in a page or two. It is in that tradition that I plan on writing this series, allowing you the readers to direct the plot. I?m unsure as how long I plan on writing the store or how many outcomes it will have, although I assure you that I will enjoy the ride, so to speak, as well as the direction as given by you, the readers. At first, I plan on writing the story in the direction which you choose, and in due time I will end up writing the other chapters/scenarios which didn?t receive the popular vote, so in the end readers will be able to enjoy the series over and over again, each time with a different direction and climax. As the stories I read as a child, some selections may hit a dead end, others may continue on for several chapters. As I stated earlier, I have not planned out the story nor the multiple arcs in their entirety and that perhaps is what excites me the most on beginning this project: the unplanned journey. I hope you all enjoy reading and participating in this as much as I do. ----- Decisions, Decisions Two weeks into summer recess and it was one of the hottest and most humid evenings perhaps on record. For Alex Winters, it was going to be another unbearable, sleepless night. Even with both of his bedroom windows opened as wide as they could and a table fan running full throttle, it was no match for Mother Nature in heat. As far as Alex was concerned, all the fan did was blow hot air back at him. Alex, usually a heavy sleeper, had begun the week sleeping as per usual: under the covers in one of his many pairs of light flannel pajamas, or ?jammies? as his mother continued to call them, much to Alex?s chagrin. But with the ever increasing heat and the central air unit crapping out, Alex went from under the covers to on top, then without his PJ top, and finally to tonight without his bottoms, leaving him in just a pair of white briefs, which it him fine a month ago, but now had become constricting and uncomfortable due to a recent growth spurt. Alex wish he could attribute it to his package getting larger, but alas it was still a ?measly? four inches hard, not growing at all in months. Alex, like most teenage boys, had grown close to his penis and relished in exploring the many ways of pleasing oneself, often many times a day. In the past week, he had resorted to masturbating several times each night in order to wear himself out and get some semblance of sleep. No, his butt had gotten rounder and plumper, something Alex remained incredulous over. He always had bit of a ?bubble butt? as the girls at school teased him incessantly about, or the ?makings of a ghetto booty? as his friend and baseball teammate Jamal would often say, whatever that meant. Alex hadn?t slept much all week and tonight looked as if it wasn?t going to be any different, if not worse. He has tossed and turned for hours, not getting tired, but sweaty and worked up. Alex glanced over at the clock on his dresser, positioned next to the cards he received last week from friends and family celebrating his 14th birthday: 1:35am. This was going to be a long night, Alex needed to find a way to cool himself down. With an exasperated huff only a frustrated adolescent could muster, Alex flipped over and got out of bed, reaching down to grab a pair of mesh athletic shorts sitting atop of a mound of dirty clothes the teen had amassed over the week. He felt the silky material in his hands, looked once again at the time, shrugged his shoulders, and dropped the shorts back on the pile. Alex padded quietly over to his door, taking special care to unhinge the lock which was beyond overdue for some WD-40. The air in the hallway was as dank and stagnant as that of his room, how the rest of his family could sleep like this was beyond his comprehension. Nevertheless, Alex crept quietly downstairs as to not arouse anyone else in the house, especially his parents. While an open-minded, somewhat liberal family, the last thing Alex needed was to be caught lurking about in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but his underwear. Although, the more he thought about it, the more the teen became excited. By the time he had reached the first floor, Alex was at half-mast and his heart was beating as hard as his cock was throbbing. The teen entered the spacious kitchen, the coolness of the linoleum tile a refreshing welcome to the bottom of his bare feet. Alex walked behind the kitchen island, grabbed the largest glass he could find in the cupboards, and began helping himself to glass after glass of ice cold water, holding the glass against his forehead and neck in between gulps. The water had a rejuvenating effect on the lad, putting him more at ease with himself and his surroundings, although he was still hot and bothered. Alex set the glass down and reached back into the freezer, grabbing a handful of ice, and begun rubbing it all over his chest, arms, neck, and stomach. Alex shuddered at the contrast in temperature, gasping with surprise as he ran the cubes over his pert, nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, which hardened instantly, while still constrained in his briefs, now soaked with the run off of the now melted ice. Alex was taken aback by the excitement he received from the ice going over his nipple that he grabbed another handful of cubes and did it again. First to his right nipple, then to the left, and then to both at the same time. He alternated back and forth, smiling to himself I cock strained obscenely against the soaked fabric of his briefs. Feeling bold and daring, Alex hooked his thumbs under the waistband, pulling his briefs down his hairless legs, and stepped out of them, shucking them off with more force than he intended, but did not notice, beginning to lose himself in pleasure. With his hairless cock free and standing at full attention, Alex reached down and gave it a nice squeeze, only to have a nice gush of precum ooze up out of it. He smirked to himself and gave it a few more squeeze, letting the precum drizzle down his teenage shaft, lubing it up nice and well. Alex began methodically stroking himself, biting down on his tongue, and pinching his nipple with his free hand, pinching harder and harder as he built up speed. Alex continued to build up speed, putting more and more pressure on his cock and nipples, precum free-flowing out of his cock, spattering on his feet and the floor. His young nut sack pulled up sharply to his groin as he felt his climax edging nearer and nearer. He had all but lost himself in pleasure that he almost didn?t hear one of the doors open upstairs followed by footsteps heading toward the stairs. At the sound of the first foot hitting the top stair, Alex snapped out of his revelry and threw himself down to the ground behind the island. His balls ached for release and dick throbbing and as beat red as his face. Alex sat there, heart racing, completely naked, his eyes running wildly around, trying to spot his discarded briefs. In his rapture, he had flung them damn near across the room, having landed behind a large potted plant. The footsteps became louder and more pronounced. Alex continued to look around, weighing his options. He spotted the glass door leading to the outside patio, left open to the screen door to allow some sort of draft into the house. His heart pounded and his cock throbbing so hard he thought it was going to rip right out of its skin. What was he to do? Bound naked outside to the patio and wait for the coast to clear or risk getting caught in the kitchen by an unsuspecting family member? Decisions, decisions. ----- So what happens next? a) Alex runs outside to the patio, completely naked, and waits ?till the coast is clear. b) Alex stays in the kitchen and risks getting caught by a member or members of his family. ----- I have plenty of ideas for both options but would love your input and feedback. I?ll give the voting a few days while I work on the outline for both story continuations before I finished up and post the next chapter. I?m looking forward to reading your emails and as always, please donate to Nifty to keep this fantastic website open and free to use. Tom (inkedpapercut@yahoo.com)