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CHAPTER 1: John

When he walked into a room, heads turned. He swayed to the music in every woman’s mind. He was the kind of man you only dreamed about. Body ripped right from the pages of G.Q, with a smile that only an angel could recreate. This man was beautiful, this man was breathtaking, this man was John Dixon.

The out going jock rushed through the halls of Oxford University, gathering his bags, preparing for his first trip home in three years. Back to Basingstoke, a place he never thought of going back to.

After leaving his childhood home, John became incisive with school. Upon entering college his first year he found it easier to accept himself, his sexuality. Though his parents were still very much clueless to their son’s double life. To them he’s still John “Superman” Dixon, all around “NORMAL” guy.

Things were different for John in collage; he found he had more in comment with his male peers. In layman terms, being gay was accepted, almost expected.

“Everyone sleep’s with everyone here.” His friend Brenda told him. “ You have to experiment, how else will you learn.”

Studying in the library one long afternoon, John met Brenda Morris. The brown skinned, American girl stroke his interested when the first words rolled off her thick lips. Naturally they slept together, there was an attraction between them, so deep it made fireworks look like stars in the sky. Although the two never pushed for more, they’d formed a friendship tighter than the tiny braids Brenda wore in her long brown hair.

John slammed the trunk and got into his car. It was a long ride back to Basingstoke. The only comforted was knowing Brenda would be riding with him.

Taping his figurer on the dashboard, he waited impatiently outside of Brenda’s dorm.

“Where is she?” He wondered out loud.

“Talking to yourself again Johnny boy. “ Brenda asked, throwing her bags in the backseat and jumping in the front seat. “ I’ll never get use to these car’s.”

“Bloody hell, where did you come from.” He asked

“Inside, where else.” She said kissing him on the cheek. “You know you’re so cute sometimes.”

“Anyway, you ready, can we go?”

“What no quickie, in the backseat, you’re losing your touch.” She laughed

“Hope you don’t talk like that in front of my mum.” He said, giving her a disapproving look.

Oh, come on, she’ll love me. The cute little American girl, making an honest man out of her son. Little does she know, he’s living in sin.” She laughed

“This is going to be a long ride.” He said starting up the car.