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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: Arizona |
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| Introduction: New here, just thought I'd see how well I could write a story out. Constructive feed back only... Uhmm.. Gay people in the story so if you don't like it, move on. Thanks! :) | ||
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"GOOD MORNING! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND START THE *bleep* DAY! (Kanye West starts to play)" Ah shit. 6 am. I hate that my alarm is set to the radio. It's the first day of school for me. Well, no, let me take that back. It's my first day of college. Saying school feels so... high school! I watched the ceiling fan rotate a few times in the blueness of my room before I made any sudden moves. My head was spinning from last night and the fan wasn't making it any better. My vision was slightly blurry, so I couldn't exactly tell how many blades were spinning at the moment. I let me eyes wonder around the room for a few seconds and I spotted a empty Hpnotiq bottle with a card tied to it. "Fuck it" I thought. I rolled out from under my blankets and hit the carpet with a thud. I giggled at myself as I got up and sat on the edge of my bed fully nude and looked at myself in the mirrors that covered my entire wall across from my bed. I'm 5'8", light skinned black guy, I don't work out, but I did a lot of color guard for the last 4 years. So, I'm lean with a little muscle. My eyes are hazel with some hints of emerald. I keep my body shaved except for my happy trail and head (which was braided into tight shoulder length cornrows with blue beads at the ends). My cock? Well, it has to be at least 7 inches. I never really take the time to measure it. I have my tongue pierced, along with 00g flesh tunnels, both tragus pierced, a set of industrials and my monroe. But screw all of that right now. Where the hell did the card come from that's hanging on the bottle? I got up and shuffled over to my dresser and opened the card. My eye sight starts to correct itself as I read the card out loud. "Jules! Dude! Good shit last night. I haven't heard you laugh like that in forever! Anyways, have fun at school! I left my boxers in your room somewhere and couldn't find them. I took some stuff to wear today. Keep them. -- Ryan ;)" It was all coming back to memory. We were drinking.. I guess.. and.. I still don't remember what happened. Oh well. I have to get ready for my big day. No drama, no bullshit, just get there and comeback. Simple. I pulled out a pair of black briefs and some pink footies. I walked over to the closet and started tearing shit off the rack. I finally found some tight kaki pants and a blue polo shit that had the Degrassi crest on it.. Or logo.. whatever the fuck it's called. It's cute and it made me look like I belonged on the show. I put on my blue chucks, and headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth. Just before I was able to leave the house, my grandmother ambushed me and hugged me. "Aw! My little Jules thinks he's grown! Guess what? I'll still put the smack down on you." I smiled, grabbed my bag, kissed her goodbye and headed outside to my cheap little motorcycle. But, before I started the ignition, I ran back inside and got my phone. What idiot leaves a Sidekick at home?? * Classes done for the day, 3 pm, heading to my old high school * I grab my phone, unlock it, and make a call to my best friend in the band. "Hey bitch what's up?" "Uhm. nothing much Jules haha just about to talk to the band director now, school's out" "Oh is that so? Well look behind you" "huh? I don't see anything" "Feels good knowing I can tell you what to do over the phone! "Shush it!" I hang up laughing and pull into the parking lot. Ryan sees me automatically and runs clear across from the patio and tackles me into the dirt. We start to make out. His lips... so soft and inviting. His tongue is wide and flat. Good lord, for a 18 year old virgin he sure could make a man want to just get it done right there. He starts to nibble on my neck and then my ear. I start to moan loudly before he gets up and calls me a fag. Damn him for pulling some shit like that. His smile.. wow. It's so, cheesy and genuine. He's not the best looking but it was enough for me. Long black hair curly, not fat, not skinny, fair skin latino with a think cock that could choke a grown man. We've never went past blowing each other, but that was going to change very soon. Maybe. He stood there over me with a giant bulge in his silver basketball shorts. My pants were so tight, we both thought my dick would tear a hole right in them. But they held out. He offered me a hand and pulled me up. He kissed me again but this time, he played with my tongue ring and ran is hand down my shirt. I push him away and start dusting myself off. We stand there in the parking lot only to realize we weren't alone. School indeed had just got out. Teens were swarming all over the place, seniors with their parent's cars were acting crazy, and teachers were making a wild dash to their cars. Ryan starts laughing as we head to the fine arts building. "Ryan? What happened last night?" "Oh you know. Just the drinking and the sex." "SEX?" "Nope. Bastard. You fell asleep while I was eating you out." "Really? My bad hahahahaha" He doesn't laugh. Well, I thought it was funny. "Lets change that. Let's fuck. My house, Later on. My grandma is going to church from 5-9 sooo..." "I don't know man. We'll see." And there you have it. No sex yet. Just a build up. Lemme know how I can make it better and some idea's on how the next part can go. :) |
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