This story is absolutely frictious. I have decided to stop my own story as it was too much to handle. Hopefully you will enjoy this story.
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My name is Samuel. People call me Sam for short. I am a very average guy who is a shy, studious and extremly timid. There is totally nothing to shout about myself. However, i am smart. Very smart. Not academic wise, but how i understand and decifer others thoughts and behaviour,and pre-empt their next bout of actions. I had never display this trait to anyone and kept to myself. I felt that if anyone know of this, i would be in trouble and knowing my timid character, i do not want any trouble.
In my schooling days, i kept to myself. People often deemed me as a weirdo but they left me alone. That suits me fine as i am an introvert. Less interaction, less troubles. During that time, the education system was starting to introduce computer studies into schools. I found that i took a liking to it. The codes were simple as they are all base on logic. It was as simple as ABC. Again, i did not show off and kept it a secret. Not even my parents know.
I am not a weirdo. I am just a normal guy who is very timid and an introvert.
I had my puberty a little later than others. Mine started when i was in sec 4 or 16 years old. Till then, I did not have any contact with any girls. When females classmates spoke to me, i could be shy and retracted to my shell, blushing and walking away. The only contact i had was through the local magazines and the internet. My best friend is the pc in my room. It was painstaking built by myself, with the sponsorship from the school.
My family is not rich. We lived in a 2 room flat along merpati road. I lived with my parents. They worked the normal hours, 5.5days per week. In the afternoon, when there are no meetings in the computer club, i would be home. Surfing to scantity clad girls and masturbating my heart out.
I have no siblings and is used to doing everything on my own.
My name is Sam. I am shy, timid and an introvert.
After my O levels, i got into a JC. One of the top JC along Bukit Timah road. I felt lost there as the students needed 2 ECAs, a sport and a academic club. I believed in my DNA, i do not have any sports genes. The most strenuous activity i did all my life was chasing after a bus or masturbating 3 times to claudia schiffer in her bikini. Getting into a any sports was as an intimidating thought. Apart from the physical exertion, i have to be involved with people and that itself is a scary thought. But because it is a mandatory requirement,i had no choice. I joined the sports that require the leasts interaction; weightlifting.
Imagine me, a timid guy, i had to face the bar bells, the bench presses, but ultimately they are better than facing people.
I wished i had other choices, but unfortunately i do not
In JC i got more involved in computers. I have managed to build up hacking software, viruses and spyware on my own, learning from the web. I have also managed to hacked into the firewalls to access the particulars of the students and teachers. This was done before everything was centralised in MOE. The security layers that the school servers had were nothing to me. It was as if i had a master key. I am the master key.
When i was working on my computer, it was when i was totally myself. I could locked myself up for hours and hours to break into systems. Playing games was not part of my hobby, but it was a screen. A screen to hide what i was doing from my parents. They thought that i played too much computer games, and have absolutely no idea that i am always trying to do some hacking. So far, i had not done anything malicious. I was careful about leaving my signature behind.
On the sports front, i was getting a little better from the weight lifting. I started to build some mass to my skinny frame. My shoulders and chest filled up, replacing the bony look with a more muscular look, with a V shape tapering look tapering down to my slim waists. I noticed more girls started to speak to me, but i always escape from them.
Academic wise, i had always been excellent with my maths. But science is my nemesis. I always did badly in my chemistry. I just could not piece together the different chemicals and how they react to each other.
I still look nerdy. I still wear my specs and still shy away from girls. I am still myself. My timid self, with a great dislike to engage in human relation. I have only acquintance, not friends.
No one can get away from misfortune when it strikes. My dad passed away at the end of the first year when i was in JC. I went home one day after my ECA session, planning to switch on my computer and go into some websites for a good session of masturbation, when i saw yellow cloth under my blk. My mother was there waiting at the void deck. My dad was crushed by a prime mover in his office and the impact left him to find a better place above. Mum cried at the funeral, but i did not.
Only a handful of my relatives came by, as well as some of my classmates who were informed by the school. They had gathered some donations and brought to me. Although i did not mingle with them, i cannot helped but notice a sweet bespectacled girl from my class as well. She is is pretty in her own way, not those that had all the boys flocking around her. She is always quiet but she had a assuring presence about her that made me noticed her. Her name is cindy.
I did not spoke to cindy or any of my classmates. I was weary of speaking to anyone. My mum instructed me to sit at the table with my classmates. I wanted to dig a hole and disappear into the ground. But as it was my dad funeral, i oblidged unwillingly.
Everyone around the table spoke softly. Like me, Cindy did not speak. She was sitting there quietly, in a simple plain black tshirt and blue jeans, taking in the sober tone of the event. I saw her looking at me a few times, but i lowered my eyes each time she turned her head. On the only occasion that our eyes met, i saw saddness in her eyes, but i looked quickly away. It only lasted for 1 second, but her sincere compassionate look had given me some assurances about her.
When they left, everyone just gave their standard condolences to me. I sat there dumbly. Cindy just nodded to me without saying anything before going off.
After they were gone, i hid in a corner and cried. Although dad did not speak much, He had always encouraged me in my short life so far and given me strength. I missed him.
After the funeral, i skipped school. I did not attend for a few days, staying at home, mostly in my room. I did not even masturbated. The saddeness that had descended me was too difficult for me to comprehend. I went back even deeper into my shell. Meals were skipped and even my computer was not touched. My mum was worried amid this sorrowful period.
The teachers came by a couple of time, offering support, but i did not left my room to greet them. I was feeling hurt and blamed the world for taking my dad away from me.
As fate would sometimes play its cards in a mysterious way, thats how cindy and me got started. Quiet, demure cindy.
On one of their visit, i was in the toilet emptying my bladder. Even though in my state, with the call of nature, i have to answer it. When i came out of the toilet, i saw cindy there with my teacher. She was in a white plain tshirt and jeans. Her hair tied up in a ponytail, sitting quietly, allowing the teacher to speak to my mum. Her presence was due to the fact that she was a school counsellor and representative of my class.
Without speaking, i walked to my room. As i turned to close the door, cindy was already there. With her petite hands, she prevented me from closing it. Not wanting to interact, i went to my bed and sat down, staring into space. She sat besides me on the bed, just looking at me, not speaking. After a while, i felt a tender hand on my shoulder. I felt her offering her strength to me. A gush of emotions swamped me and i leaned my head on her shoulders and cried.
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takashi31400
Bro Pusslover,
Touching story……
Camping here for more.
Thank you for your great effort.
Oh dear. Supposed to be erotic story. Not touching. But i need the build up rather than just straight bonking all the way. Lol.
Updates will be slow as i am on business this whole week. Will try to update when i have time.
After that particular incident, my mum had taken a few additional days off to accompany me and Cindy came alone over to my house everyday after school on her own accord. She had lost her grandma 2 years back and totally understand the pain i was going through.
I never opened the door for her even once, it was always mum who let her in. Some times she would come into the room, just sitting quietly in a corner, just sharing her presence, or sometimes she would just sit in the living room doing her work. Each time before she left she would tell me to remain strong.
After a week, mum have to return to work. I decided that i have to return to school as well. Dad would not want to see me in this condition. Some credit went to Cindy as well. Although we did not speak much, but she gave me the strength to face tougher challenges ahead, by just sharing her presence with me.
When she saw me back in school, she did not walk over and speak to me. She just nodded and gave me a tiny smile. Just a tiny smile, but it meant more than words can say to me. For the first time, i did not shy away from her eyes. I nodded in return, just to show my appreciation.
Deep down, i am still timid. I am still an introvert.
School work is starting to pile up. I am struggling and is hitting a brick wall in terms of progression. Only maths i am still excelling. Cindy noticed this and automatically she offered me additional tuition after school. She did not even got me to agree as she knows too well my answer if she was to ask. She basically commanded me.
I could see her sincerity and accepted her help. After class, she would wait for me at the gate, before taking bus 67 home with me. In the bus, we would just sit next to each other, not speaking, until we arrived at my place. Sometimes she have a CD player and would share her headphones with me. Or rather, she would just stuffed one side of the headphone into my ear.
On days when i have my ECA, she would wait for me, and when she has hers, she would command me to wait for her. The very first time, i left for home without waiting, and when she complete her sports session, she took the bus all the way alone to my place. When she arrived, she did not say anything about the incident, but because of the 1.5hrs of journey that she took alone just to get to my place, i felt a little bad and waited for her since then.
My grades improved, but Cindy continued coming to my place. We always studied in the living room, never once in my room. She was always very patient, never pushy towards me. But she was persistent to break down my shield, the barricade that i have build for myself. She wants to help me. Slowly i started to let her into my world. I started to feel comfortable with her and we spoke a little more. I got to know her better.
I am still timid and still an introvert, but finally I have a friend.