by Victor
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The following text is from a journal found on the beach. Whether it's
contents are true or not, the police haven't been able to determine.
It is open for your own interpretation.
The name's Daniel. At 18 years old, I am the youngest of 6 sons. My
mother died when I was very young, and father's been raising all of us
ever since. He had help though; my grandmother. Even though she was a
whole decade short of being 300 years old, grandmother raised all of
us even more than father did. I loved her so much... She would tell my
brothers and I stories about what goes on at the surface, and the
creatures that live there called humans. Oh, didn't I mention? I'm a
merman.
Anyway, we merpeople have a tradition; whenever one of us turns 15, we
are allowed to go to the surface. After that, we can come and go as we
please. Out of all my brothers, I was the one who wanted to go to the
surface most. Why, you ask? For the others, it was just for the
thrill of adventure, of discovering new places. For me, it was for one
thing only; men. That's right, I'm gay. None of my brothers know of
course, and neither does my father. If he ever found out...well, I try
not to think about that.
So back to my story. I had just turned 15, and my head broke the
surface of the ocean for the very first time. I breathed in the salty
sea air, and relished in the moment. But my attention was quickly
drawn to something else; a ship, and it was filled with humans!
Excited, I swam as fast as I could up to the ship and, riding a
generous wave, peeked in one of the windows. I had to hold back a
gasp, because what I saw was the most beautiful creature I had ever
seen; a very regal and handsome man. I looked him up and down,
examining every inch that I possibly could from this distance; he had
short, spiky brown hair and was growing a goatee; he had the most
brilliant blue eyes that just lit up his boyishly cute face; his arms
had just enough muscle to make it seem like he could burst out of his
gray sleeveless top at any time; he was wearing shorts, so I could see
his well toned legs; and then, I gasped. Right after his legs were the
most gorgeous appendages that any animal could ever wish for; I didn't
know it at the time, but they were his feet! They were clad in black
and white trainers with white ankle socks that had obviously seen
better days; they were well worn, with brown patches and tears here
and there. I didn't know what they were, but I just had to have them!
Somehow I knew that if I could only get my hands on those, my life
would forever be complete.
But before I could conjure up the perfect plan, a terrible storm brew
in. I had never been in a storm while on the surface, so the
experience was both exciting and terrifying for me. But nothing made
my heart jump further up my throat than what I saw happening on deck;
the storm was tossing the ship back and forth, and the man of my
dreams had just come up on deck! I silently screamed when a huge wave
swept him up and tossed him out to sea! The poor lad obviously
couldn't swim, and I instinctively dove after him.
The rest was all a blur; I don't remember how I found him; I don't
remember dragging him back up to the surface; I don't even remember
how I got him safely to shore. All I know is, somehow we both ended up
on land, and he was safe and sound. I was exhausted, but I still
managed to drag myself over to his side and stared. He was
devastatingly handsome, almost to the point of beautiful. I knelt down
and put my ear to the young man's mouth, and sure enough; he was still
breathing! But just barely. Now sure that he was still alive, I moved
on to what was arousing my fascination (among other things); his feet.
His shoes were still on, but that was easily fixed. I grabbed hold of
his left shoe with one hand, and his ankle with the other. I tugged
from the shoe's heel, and it came off quite easily. Not knowing why
but still wanting to, I brought the shoe up to my nose and inhaled.
Most of his manly smell had been washed out by the sea, but I could
still ditect a hint of his odor. The left over sweat made the part of
my tail where my manhood was hidden stir, and I needed more. His sock
was soaked to the point where I could see his toes through it, but the
sea didn't wash off the brown sweat stains. There was brown imprints
of his toes and the shape of his foot. I gently took hold of the part
around his ankle, and rolled the sock off his foot. I could've
fainted, his foot was so beautiful! I put my cheek against his foot
and rubbed, surprised at how soft it was. I kissed all five of his
toes, then took the big one in my mouth and sucked, getting every bit
of the salt water out of them that I could. As I sucked, I stroked the
bottom of his foot with my fingers. At this, his toes wriggled in my
mouth and I could sweat that he giggled. I stopped sucking his toes
and looke up; sure enough, he was smiling! I moved my fingers faster
against his foot, and relished in how he reacted. He was in a fit of
giggles by the time I moved on to making my fingers race in between
his toes.
But just as I was getting to sucking his toes again, his eyes flew
open! I gasped and dove back into the ocean. I hid behind a rock and
peeked back at him; he hadn't fully woken up, but was just starting to
come to. I stayed in hiding, wanting so badly to be by his side and to
confess my feelings. But right when I was about to reveal myself to
him, a young woman came from behind the rocks and noticed him. She was
a nun from a nearby chruch, so I knew she would take care of him. I
couldn't help but notice how she had the exact same length of blonde
hair that I did, and also the same emerald green eyes. Whenever she
knelt by the young man, he had finally came to and looked up at her.
"You saved my life...", he muttered.
My heart broke. It was not she that saved him, but me! I stayed just
long enough to watch the lady support my young man and walk him up to
the chapel, then I dove back under the sea, where I was born, where I
belong. I will never be part of his world.... But as I swam away, I
noticed that I was still carrying his soiled sock in my hand...
