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miaplacidus
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I really like this one, so I decided to post again on this one in order to bring it back to the top of the pile. As always, awesome.
I hope you'll be able to buy that laptop, goth. I need more of this one, as soon as possible.
I hope you'll be able to buy that laptop, goth. I need more of this one, as soon as possible.
gaygoth
On the Prowl
Well, the ban's still on and no laptop, but I was able to sneak in the next chapter. I hope you like it!
Chapter 11
Anticipation
‘We’ll talk about it later.’ Those were the words that kept running through my mind as I struggled to go to sleep. I had told Nicky that I was okay with what happened, but he seemed to not want to talk, so we didn’t. I knew that what he had done made him feel guilty, but there was nothing I could do to console him for now. As we went to bed, he kissed me hard and simply said those words. When we did finally talk about it, I had no idea what I would say.
I suppose that really was the lesser of my problems, considering what the following day would bring. Our first day of school as a gay couple, and there was no way we were going to hide it. But, oh, how I wanted to. It would be so much easier to just pretend in the day and live at night. But, it had to come out some time, and Nicky wanted it to be now. Just the thought of the ensuing day kept me from sleeping, but Nick found slumber quite quickly. Amazing, how what we were about to embark on seemed not to worry him. To Nick Weatherly, it was the usual and right thing to do, but it was making me a nervous wreck.
Frustrated, I turned over and grabbed my boyfriend, partly out of love, but mostly because I needed a little damned support at the time. As if instinctively, he rolled over to face me and pulled me into his arms, never once showing any signs that his sleep was in any way being interrupted. He amazed me. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, forgetting all my fears and worries and focusing only on how damned good he smelled.
It was morning when I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock. It scared me shitless. I jumped up and out of bed, screaming. Nick just woke up groggily and shut it off. He looked at me and smiled. “Mornin’ sunshine.”
I gasped and fought to find my breath. “If we are going to sleep together, that fuckin’ thing has GOT to go!”
“Okay,” was all he said. He picked it up off the armoire and threw it in the trash.
Not much was said that morning. I think the realization of what we were about to do had finally sunk in, and Nick was starting to get a bit nervous. I was more than a bit. When I get nervous, well, let’s just say I get a little bit of a nervous tummy, and the result ain’t pretty. Nor is the smell. To shower, Nick opted to use a different bathroom then the one I had been using earlier.
He hopped in first and I second, my stomach cramps subsiding a bit for the time being. We washed ourselves in silence for awhile, until Nick couldn’t take it any more.
“Okay, I’m nervous, and I need to get off to calm myself.”
I looked up at him. “Me too.”
He smiled, then laid down on the bottom of the shower stall. I laid down with him in a 69 position, and we sucked each other off. It was cramped, but we made it work. We were both really horny and it didn’t take long for either of us to climax. Afterwards, I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to lay with my lover and feel the cascade if warm water soothe all my worries away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. We finished our shower, dressed, and rushed out the door. We both skipped breakfast.
It was on the drive to school that we finally decided we needed to talk to ease our nerves. “Nicky,” I started, “I’m scared.”
“Me too. But I want to do this. I want all the world to know that Sean Thompson is my boyfriend, my lover, and my soulmate.”
I felt a tear drip down my cheek. Shit. This isn’t right. I don’t cry. Oh sure, I may be a little emo gay boy, but I don’t like to cry, especially out of fear or sadness. These were not happy tears, though what he said did warm my heart. Goddamn, I was terrified.
We pulled into school 20-odd minutes early, but neither of us moved for quite a while. We just sat there and breathed heavily. The in and out rhythm of our anxious breaths tormented me, going in rounds like some sick, twisted version of “Row Row Row Your Boat”. When at last neither of us could stand this any longer, we looked at each other and nodded, then got out of the Mustang.
It was warm and sunny. I remember how I had looked around and noticed what an absolutely gorgeous day it was. Gorgeous to all but us, possibly. I recalled President Roosevelt’s legendary speech about the bombing of Pearl Harbor, where he spoke of “a day which will live in infamy,” and I shuddered at thought that today could be just one of those type of days.
Trying to muster up all the courage I could possibly find, I crossed around to the other side of the car, took my boyfriend’s hand, and walked up the sidewalk, and through the wide-open double doors.
My life would be changed forever.
To be continued...
Chapter 11
Anticipation
‘We’ll talk about it later.’ Those were the words that kept running through my mind as I struggled to go to sleep. I had told Nicky that I was okay with what happened, but he seemed to not want to talk, so we didn’t. I knew that what he had done made him feel guilty, but there was nothing I could do to console him for now. As we went to bed, he kissed me hard and simply said those words. When we did finally talk about it, I had no idea what I would say.
I suppose that really was the lesser of my problems, considering what the following day would bring. Our first day of school as a gay couple, and there was no way we were going to hide it. But, oh, how I wanted to. It would be so much easier to just pretend in the day and live at night. But, it had to come out some time, and Nicky wanted it to be now. Just the thought of the ensuing day kept me from sleeping, but Nick found slumber quite quickly. Amazing, how what we were about to embark on seemed not to worry him. To Nick Weatherly, it was the usual and right thing to do, but it was making me a nervous wreck.
Frustrated, I turned over and grabbed my boyfriend, partly out of love, but mostly because I needed a little damned support at the time. As if instinctively, he rolled over to face me and pulled me into his arms, never once showing any signs that his sleep was in any way being interrupted. He amazed me. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, forgetting all my fears and worries and focusing only on how damned good he smelled.
It was morning when I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock. It scared me shitless. I jumped up and out of bed, screaming. Nick just woke up groggily and shut it off. He looked at me and smiled. “Mornin’ sunshine.”
I gasped and fought to find my breath. “If we are going to sleep together, that fuckin’ thing has GOT to go!”
“Okay,” was all he said. He picked it up off the armoire and threw it in the trash.
Not much was said that morning. I think the realization of what we were about to do had finally sunk in, and Nick was starting to get a bit nervous. I was more than a bit. When I get nervous, well, let’s just say I get a little bit of a nervous tummy, and the result ain’t pretty. Nor is the smell. To shower, Nick opted to use a different bathroom then the one I had been using earlier.
He hopped in first and I second, my stomach cramps subsiding a bit for the time being. We washed ourselves in silence for awhile, until Nick couldn’t take it any more.
“Okay, I’m nervous, and I need to get off to calm myself.”
I looked up at him. “Me too.”
He smiled, then laid down on the bottom of the shower stall. I laid down with him in a 69 position, and we sucked each other off. It was cramped, but we made it work. We were both really horny and it didn’t take long for either of us to climax. Afterwards, I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to lay with my lover and feel the cascade if warm water soothe all my worries away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. We finished our shower, dressed, and rushed out the door. We both skipped breakfast.
It was on the drive to school that we finally decided we needed to talk to ease our nerves. “Nicky,” I started, “I’m scared.”
“Me too. But I want to do this. I want all the world to know that Sean Thompson is my boyfriend, my lover, and my soulmate.”
I felt a tear drip down my cheek. Shit. This isn’t right. I don’t cry. Oh sure, I may be a little emo gay boy, but I don’t like to cry, especially out of fear or sadness. These were not happy tears, though what he said did warm my heart. Goddamn, I was terrified.
We pulled into school 20-odd minutes early, but neither of us moved for quite a while. We just sat there and breathed heavily. The in and out rhythm of our anxious breaths tormented me, going in rounds like some sick, twisted version of “Row Row Row Your Boat”. When at last neither of us could stand this any longer, we looked at each other and nodded, then got out of the Mustang.
It was warm and sunny. I remember how I had looked around and noticed what an absolutely gorgeous day it was. Gorgeous to all but us, possibly. I recalled President Roosevelt’s legendary speech about the bombing of Pearl Harbor, where he spoke of “a day which will live in infamy,” and I shuddered at thought that today could be just one of those type of days.
Trying to muster up all the courage I could possibly find, I crossed around to the other side of the car, took my boyfriend’s hand, and walked up the sidewalk, and through the wide-open double doors.
My life would be changed forever.
To be continued...
botboy03
Sex God
I am glad for the new chapter. Hope the ban is lifted soon and your mom isn't too harsh about it. I really enjoy reading your story.
Zac
Zac
Craiger
JUB Addict
Hey Goth,
What a pleasant surprise to have you back. Even if it is just sneaking it... And the Chapter 11 was great. I don't envy them on what they are about to do, but good for them... I hope you can sneak some more time soon with Chapter 12. Tell your mom that you have all your readers to please and that you must continue...lol
Craiger
What a pleasant surprise to have you back. Even if it is just sneaking it... And the Chapter 11 was great. I don't envy them on what they are about to do, but good for them... I hope you can sneak some more time soon with Chapter 12. Tell your mom that you have all your readers to please and that you must continue...lol
Craiger
harry113
JUB Addict
Great chapter !!!
Thanks
Harry
Thanks
Harry
sdstud1222
Virgin
really sad to hear about ur ban... this story is so hot. i just read all 11 chapters tonight almost made me
but got me ready for later. thank you for this story
but got me ready for later. thank you for this story
gaygoth
On the Prowl
Thanx for sticking with me folks. Got a bit of writer's block, so I took too long time off, but now i'm back and the new update's here (finally). Enjoy, and God save Dairy Queen.
Chapter 12
A New Life
Through the doors we walked, and hand in hand we entered the crowded cafeteria. This was it. From this day forward, life would forever be different. Words cannot express my nerves at that point, but I sure was glad that I had a very big and very strong man to hold onto for support. Ironic that the very same man would be the cause of the inevitable chaos that was to ensue.
“Well love,” said Nick, “Where shall we sit?”
“Probably best with my friends. Should be safer.” I’ve seen Nick’s friends, the football team. I’d suspected that most were either gay or bisexual, but I knew that they could all kick my ass, and knowledge is power.
My friends, on the other hand, couldn’t hurt a fly. Not that they wouldn’t try mind you, I just doubt they had the strength. As a matter of fact, my friend Levi was sitting at the far end of our table being utterly pestered by a housefly, but was completely unable to shoe it off. Unfortunately, the pesky pest did not distract him from the fact that I was walking toward him holding the hand of a high school quarterback.
“Sean? What the Hell?”
“Well, Levi, I’m gay, and Nick and I are in love. Now may I please sit down?”
Levi was obviously not going to answer since his jaw was currently on the floor, so we decided to take our seats. While everyone in the cafeteria was busy chatting about who was the biggest slut and whether or not Mrs. Stanley was a lesbian, the people at my table were hushed in stunned silence.
Kristen was the first to speak. “Well, um good for you. How long has this been going on?”
“Not long,” Nick replied, “but we love each other very much.”
“This is unbelievable!” Said Craig. “I mean, I always sort of suspected you were Sean, but Nick Weatherly? The jock?”
“The one and only” Nick said. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.” I knew for a fact that they all indeed believe it was. Jocks are not kind to us.
“Well, you might not want to go around being all open about it. You saw what those assholes did to my brother last year.” Said Kristen, referring to her gay brother.
“I’m prepared for them. You don’t need to worry about Sean. I’ll take good care of him.”
Throughout this conversation, I noticed that one person remained strangely silent, Chad Braden. Chad had been my best friend since I was a toddler. He used to live right next door to me until his family hit hard times 5 years ago and he moved in with his grandparents on the other side of town. Throughout it all we’ve been the best of friends. I’ve always known him to be very outspoken, but today he was being very silent, and I knew something was bothering him very much. I was afraid he wouldn’t take this news well, and I simply had to talk with him about this.
“Chad? What do you think of all this?” I asked.
He said nothing. He just kept looking down and being unusually shy.
“Chad? Please talk to me.”
He looked at me then, and I saw a tear roll down his cheek. Rarely had I ever seen Chad cry. He got up without saying a word and ran towards the restrooms.
“Wait here.” I told Nick. I got up and went after him.
I exited the cafeteria and just started down the hall when I felt a strong hand grab be by the neck from behind.
“Where do you think you’re going, faggot?”
To be continued...
Chapter 12
A New Life
Through the doors we walked, and hand in hand we entered the crowded cafeteria. This was it. From this day forward, life would forever be different. Words cannot express my nerves at that point, but I sure was glad that I had a very big and very strong man to hold onto for support. Ironic that the very same man would be the cause of the inevitable chaos that was to ensue.
“Well love,” said Nick, “Where shall we sit?”
“Probably best with my friends. Should be safer.” I’ve seen Nick’s friends, the football team. I’d suspected that most were either gay or bisexual, but I knew that they could all kick my ass, and knowledge is power.
My friends, on the other hand, couldn’t hurt a fly. Not that they wouldn’t try mind you, I just doubt they had the strength. As a matter of fact, my friend Levi was sitting at the far end of our table being utterly pestered by a housefly, but was completely unable to shoe it off. Unfortunately, the pesky pest did not distract him from the fact that I was walking toward him holding the hand of a high school quarterback.
“Sean? What the Hell?”
“Well, Levi, I’m gay, and Nick and I are in love. Now may I please sit down?”
Levi was obviously not going to answer since his jaw was currently on the floor, so we decided to take our seats. While everyone in the cafeteria was busy chatting about who was the biggest slut and whether or not Mrs. Stanley was a lesbian, the people at my table were hushed in stunned silence.
Kristen was the first to speak. “Well, um good for you. How long has this been going on?”
“Not long,” Nick replied, “but we love each other very much.”
“This is unbelievable!” Said Craig. “I mean, I always sort of suspected you were Sean, but Nick Weatherly? The jock?”
“The one and only” Nick said. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.” I knew for a fact that they all indeed believe it was. Jocks are not kind to us.
“Well, you might not want to go around being all open about it. You saw what those assholes did to my brother last year.” Said Kristen, referring to her gay brother.
“I’m prepared for them. You don’t need to worry about Sean. I’ll take good care of him.”
Throughout this conversation, I noticed that one person remained strangely silent, Chad Braden. Chad had been my best friend since I was a toddler. He used to live right next door to me until his family hit hard times 5 years ago and he moved in with his grandparents on the other side of town. Throughout it all we’ve been the best of friends. I’ve always known him to be very outspoken, but today he was being very silent, and I knew something was bothering him very much. I was afraid he wouldn’t take this news well, and I simply had to talk with him about this.
“Chad? What do you think of all this?” I asked.
He said nothing. He just kept looking down and being unusually shy.
“Chad? Please talk to me.”
He looked at me then, and I saw a tear roll down his cheek. Rarely had I ever seen Chad cry. He got up without saying a word and ran towards the restrooms.
“Wait here.” I told Nick. I got up and went after him.
I exited the cafeteria and just started down the hall when I felt a strong hand grab be by the neck from behind.
“Where do you think you’re going, faggot?”
To be continued...
botboy03
Sex God
Oh very good. Thanks but now you have to continue. Cliffhangers ARGH!
Zac
Zac
Sofa-King
Porn Star
oooh Nicky is gonna kick some ass in the next chapter i bet
harry113
JUB Addict
Thanks gaygoth, great chapter!!
Who has got a hold of Sean?, will Nick save him??
Waiting for the next instalment, PLEASE
Harry
Who has got a hold of Sean?, will Nick save him??
Waiting for the next instalment, PLEASE
Harry
gaygoth
On the Prowl
To my fans:
Thank you so much for sticking with me. The waits for the next chapter have been long, but you have seen me through. Much is going on in my life, and it's been difficult to write. That said, a new chapter is in the works as we speak.
And sorry boys, but get ready for quite a few cliffhangers for a while. I hate them too, but hey, I gotta keep it interesting.
Thank you so much for sticking with me. The waits for the next chapter have been long, but you have seen me through. Much is going on in my life, and it's been difficult to write. That said, a new chapter is in the works as we speak.
And sorry boys, but get ready for quite a few cliffhangers for a while. I hate them too, but hey, I gotta keep it interesting.
Endlessnight500
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OMFG, I just read all the chapters in 1 sitting, Its amazing. Very HOT!!! I'm really looking forward to the next chapter. I hope you have time to write more soon.
gaygoth
On the Prowl
Chapter 13
Big Trouble in Little Reynoldsville
I turned to see who else but Brandon Bukowski. Yes, that Brandon Bukowski. The very same “jock” football player that once enjoyed the feeling of my Nicky’s man-meat being inserted between his butt cheeks. I knew I was in trouble. I knew he was planning on beating me to a pulp. I knew that scrawny little old me didn’t have a chance in this fight, but I just couldn’t help myself. I laughed. I mean, think about it. Here’s a guy who was practically BEGGING to get fucked up the ass by my now boyfriend, and he’s calling me a fag? I really wasn‘t scared at all, probably because I was too highly amused.
“What the fuck are you laughing at, queer boy?”
“What’s not to laugh at, cocksucker?” I replied.
Never before had I even THOUGHT about talking that way to Brandon, but my funny bone had been sufficiently tickled, and I began to be very bold (and admittedly stupid).
If he hadn’t known what I said to be true, he probably would have just hauled off and slugged me, but now he just began to clam up. He had to defend himself fast, because in typical teenager fashion, the entire lunchroom had sensed a possible fight, and had begun to migrate over to our general direction. Leading the pack were his buddies on the football team.
“D-d-dude, no!” He stuttered. “I’m not the cocksucker, you are!”
“Oh yes, admittedly so. But I am of the understanding that you too take part in a bit of assplay and dicksucking, do you not?”
“No way! W-where in the hell did you get that idea?” Now he was really scared.
Nicky spoke up from behind him. “I told him.”
It was at that moment that Brandon knew that his normal life was over. He had been outed. I actually felt bad for him. I know what I felt like all those times I had been embarrassed in public. Brandon just stood there with his eyes wide open, frozen in fear. Nicky walked by him and over to me.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” he said.
We just started to walk away when suddenly we heard the sound of someone rushing towards us. I turned around just in time to see Brandon punching Nick in the back.
“Oh my God!” I cried. “Nicky, are you o...”
Brandon had me by the throat and slammed me against the wall in his eyes were burning rage and deep pain. He wanted blood.
But he didn’t get it. Just as I thought I was about to pass out, Nicky came to the rescue. He spun Brandon around and began to lay repeated blows to his nose.
“KEEP”
*punch*
“YOUR”
*punch*
“HANDS”
*punch*
“OFF”
*punch*
“MY”
*punch*
“BOYFRIEND!!!”
*take a wild guess*
And with that, Brandon Bukowski was down for the count. Nicky raced over to me. “My God Sean, are you okay?
“Okay? Yeah, I’m okay, I just, I just. I NEED YOU!!!”
Lust had gotten the better of me. I grabbed by boyfriend by the shirt, ran down the hall, and practically threw him into the supply closet, locking the door behind me. I ripped off his shirt and began caressing his strong, sweaty, manly chest with my tongue. He moaned in delight.
“Damn, somebody got horny!”
“Uh-huh” I moaned as I sucked on his nipples and hastily undid his pants, and lowered them, my mouth going with them. I licked at his hard, throbbing erection through his boxers, sucking at it and thoroughly wetting them.
“Don’t, aaagh, get those too wet babe, oooh, they’ll think I, uuuh, pissed myself!”
With that I grabbed the waistband and practically threw them to the floor, then latched onto his stiff member and sucked for dear life, deep throating the entirety of his big dick. This was no slow blow, I was horned up and craving cum. I worked him good, and I knew he wouldn’t last long. He tensed up, and began shooting blast after blast of hot jism down my eager throat, I gulped it all down, then continued to nurse his softening wiener in my mouth, desperately trying to drink every bit.
(Cum, just like Maxwell House, is good to the last drop!ä)
At last he pulled me up by the armpits and kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my mouth for any taste of his cream, and mine searching his for whatever wonderful tastes were in his mouth. Damn, he tasted good!
Kissing him there in that closet, I knew that as long as I had my Nicky, everything would turn out alright.
Somehow.
To be continued...
Big Trouble in Little Reynoldsville
I turned to see who else but Brandon Bukowski. Yes, that Brandon Bukowski. The very same “jock” football player that once enjoyed the feeling of my Nicky’s man-meat being inserted between his butt cheeks. I knew I was in trouble. I knew he was planning on beating me to a pulp. I knew that scrawny little old me didn’t have a chance in this fight, but I just couldn’t help myself. I laughed. I mean, think about it. Here’s a guy who was practically BEGGING to get fucked up the ass by my now boyfriend, and he’s calling me a fag? I really wasn‘t scared at all, probably because I was too highly amused.
“What the fuck are you laughing at, queer boy?”
“What’s not to laugh at, cocksucker?” I replied.
Never before had I even THOUGHT about talking that way to Brandon, but my funny bone had been sufficiently tickled, and I began to be very bold (and admittedly stupid).
If he hadn’t known what I said to be true, he probably would have just hauled off and slugged me, but now he just began to clam up. He had to defend himself fast, because in typical teenager fashion, the entire lunchroom had sensed a possible fight, and had begun to migrate over to our general direction. Leading the pack were his buddies on the football team.
“D-d-dude, no!” He stuttered. “I’m not the cocksucker, you are!”
“Oh yes, admittedly so. But I am of the understanding that you too take part in a bit of assplay and dicksucking, do you not?”
“No way! W-where in the hell did you get that idea?” Now he was really scared.
Nicky spoke up from behind him. “I told him.”
It was at that moment that Brandon knew that his normal life was over. He had been outed. I actually felt bad for him. I know what I felt like all those times I had been embarrassed in public. Brandon just stood there with his eyes wide open, frozen in fear. Nicky walked by him and over to me.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” he said.
We just started to walk away when suddenly we heard the sound of someone rushing towards us. I turned around just in time to see Brandon punching Nick in the back.
“Oh my God!” I cried. “Nicky, are you o...”
Brandon had me by the throat and slammed me against the wall in his eyes were burning rage and deep pain. He wanted blood.
But he didn’t get it. Just as I thought I was about to pass out, Nicky came to the rescue. He spun Brandon around and began to lay repeated blows to his nose.
“KEEP”
*punch*
“YOUR”
*punch*
“HANDS”
*punch*
“OFF”
*punch*
“MY”
*punch*
“BOYFRIEND!!!”
*take a wild guess*
And with that, Brandon Bukowski was down for the count. Nicky raced over to me. “My God Sean, are you okay?
“Okay? Yeah, I’m okay, I just, I just. I NEED YOU!!!”
Lust had gotten the better of me. I grabbed by boyfriend by the shirt, ran down the hall, and practically threw him into the supply closet, locking the door behind me. I ripped off his shirt and began caressing his strong, sweaty, manly chest with my tongue. He moaned in delight.
“Damn, somebody got horny!”
“Uh-huh” I moaned as I sucked on his nipples and hastily undid his pants, and lowered them, my mouth going with them. I licked at his hard, throbbing erection through his boxers, sucking at it and thoroughly wetting them.
“Don’t, aaagh, get those too wet babe, oooh, they’ll think I, uuuh, pissed myself!”
With that I grabbed the waistband and practically threw them to the floor, then latched onto his stiff member and sucked for dear life, deep throating the entirety of his big dick. This was no slow blow, I was horned up and craving cum. I worked him good, and I knew he wouldn’t last long. He tensed up, and began shooting blast after blast of hot jism down my eager throat, I gulped it all down, then continued to nurse his softening wiener in my mouth, desperately trying to drink every bit.
(Cum, just like Maxwell House, is good to the last drop!ä)
At last he pulled me up by the armpits and kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my mouth for any taste of his cream, and mine searching his for whatever wonderful tastes were in his mouth. Damn, he tasted good!
Kissing him there in that closet, I knew that as long as I had my Nicky, everything would turn out alright.
Somehow.
To be continued...
