Date: Thu, 21 May 2015 02:24:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Walt Michael Subject: I'll Make You Popular- Chapter 18 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is about 2 teenage boys who find themselves and what not. The story involves sex between them and between other people. If this offends you then click the x button in the upper right hand corner. If it does not then enjoy the story. Don't forget to donate to the site! Keep the site free! Thank you everyone who has emailed me! It makes me happy to know people are enjoying the story! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dylan The next morning started off different. I woke up, but I didn't feel terrible. I actually woke up feeling like I was ready for the day for the first time in a long time. I don't know if it was because of what happened yesterday, but I just felt different. I felt stronger. I mean I've been going to the gym, but I felt as if my mental state was better. I've never felt this strong. I pushed the covers off of me, stood up and stretched. Looking out the window and not seeing any light through the blinds, I assumed it was still fairly dark outside. I looked over at the clock and saw it would be going off in a few minutes. So I went over and turned off the alarm since I was already awake. I started getting ready to go take a shower to face the day I was finally ready for. The day I was done being a door mat. The day I start to make my own legacy. There was a knock on my door. Every day Logan comes in to check on me. It's the little things. When he opened the door he looked surprised to find me awake. He was in sleep shorts and a grey wife beater. "Wow, you are actually up for once," he said, "I thought you were going to be tough to wake up." "Nah, I'm done with that. All I've done so far is cry and pout and wish for everything to fix itself," I said. "It's time that I actually fix it myself and finally be happy. Yesterday was a turning point." Logan smiled at me, "Well I came in to tell you that school is closed for the day." "Wait, what?" I said, confused. "Look outside." I turned to the window and pulled the blinds up to be greeted by snow everywhere. "Oh wow," I said, "That explains why you aren't dressed." "Well you are less dressed then I am," he said while nodding towards me being in only my boxer-briefs. I let the blinds close and walked towards Logan. "So are we going to be stuck here all day? With your family?" "Nope, just my brother. My parents have to go into their offices. They are considered 'Essential Employees' so they have to be in no matter what." "I'm guessing your brother is going to sleep until noon?" "Most likely," Logan said. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him and locked it. That was when I reached him, put my hands around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Oh god, it's been so long since I kissed Logan like this. I felt the fire in the kiss. He put his hands on my butt and picked me up and slammed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed with a passion. I was then thrown slightly across the room, landing on the bed. I watched as Logan removed his shirt and walked towards me. There was this look in his eyes. A look of shear lust that turned me on so much. Logan crawled onto the bed and started kissing me again. I felt him slowly start to grind into me. It was then we heard a knock on the door. Logan groaned and stopped what he was doing. "What is it Tyler?" he said. "I heard a loud bang on my wall and it woke me up. I was seeing if Dylan was okay," he said. The door knob started to jiggle a little. "Hey, why is the door..." He stopped mid sentence, as if realizing in his 13 year old mind what was going on. "Shit, sorry!" he said. We heard the sound of his feet running across the floor and down the stairs. Logan took a deep breath and looked down at me. "Mood ruined?" I asked. "Very much," he said back. "Think we can send him out to a friend's house or something?" "None of his friends live close by." "Ugh, I guess we should go out and get ready for the day." "Yeah, let's go get the awkwardness over with," Logan said, getting off of me and standing on the floor. "Hey Logan?" "Hm?" he said looking at me. I crawled over to him and put my fingers on his chin, pulling him in for a kiss. It was a gentle one, not like the ones we just shared. We parted and I looked into his brown eyes. "Thanks for everything yesterday. I needed to hear everything you had to say." "No problem, Dylan. And I meant what I said. I will always be there for you. Even if I am across the country." He turned away from me and left the room, closing the door behind him. I sighed and fell backwards onto the bed. Why was it so hard to have sex? Like seriously, it's 6 in the morning. Why is Tyler awake? This fucking sucks. Or well doesn't suck seeing as we didn't get that far. I got up from the bed and threw on some shorts and a shirt before making my way to the door. I opened it, stepped outside and walked down to the kitchen, where I saw Tyler and Logan. Tyler was blushing massively which was honestly really adorable. I looked up at Logan who looked like he was trying to contain his laughter at the situation. "I'm sorry for... um... interrupting," Tyler said, looking down. He somehow got even redder. Is this what I looked like at the beginning of the year when I couldn't stop blushing? How did Logan keep from laughing at me? "Don't worry about it Tyler," I said, "We probably shouldn't have... um... slammed into walls and just went right for the bed..." I said, trailing off. That was when Logan started laughing. Which kind of got Tyler and I laughing. "This conversation is ridiculous," Logan said, still laughing. "Does anyone want something other than cereal for breakfast?" "Nah, that's all I need," I said. I walked and opened the cereal cabinet, grabbing a box and pouring it into a bowl. "I still find it weird you eat cereal dry," Logan said as he watched me walk to the table to sit and eat. "Nothing wrong with it." "Yeah, there is," Tyler said speaking up. "Geez, stop ganging up on the outsider," I said. "Why would we stop? It's fun!" Tyler said. Logan walked over and stood next to Tyler. "I have to agree with him Dylan, it is fun." I made a fake pouting face looking up at them. "You guys are jerks," I said softly. "Yep, we are," Logan said, sitting down. "So what do you guys want to do on this snow day?" Logan asked. "I'm probably just going to hang in my room and keep my music up loud," Tyler said. I would have had to be extremely dumb to not get the massive hint Tyler just gave us. He was trying to wingman his brother. "A little less obvious next time bud," Logan said. He rubbed Tyler's head, which caused the younger boy to laugh. "And you don't have to worry about that happening. Any type of mood has been ruined when you knocked on the door." A slight blush appeared on Tyler's face, which brought a smile to my face. It was great seeing Logan and Tyler interacting, but it really made me miss Zach. It hasn't been that long since I was kicked out. Only a few days. But still I haven't been away from him for this long in a long time. The bond between brothers is strong. It's just something that is difficult to describe. It made me want to talk to my dad and brother; I'll probably call them later today. My dad and I do need to finish that conversation. It's going to be a really tough conversation, but if it gets me back home we need to finish it. Even though Logan's family has taken great care of me, and as much as I love living with Logan. It's not home here. Here, I am just the guy who was kicked out of his house. I need to go home. I watched as Tyler got up and left the room. I looked at Logan as he smiled at me. "What'cha thinkin' about?" He asked me. "Just thinking about how I have to talk to my dad later today. We need to finish the conversation from yesterday." He got up and walked over to me taking the chair next to me. "If you want I can drive you over there later; it might be better to do it face to face. " "Hopefully my mother isn't there if I go over." "If she is, tell her to fuck off. Let her know how you really feel," Logan said. "Trust me, if you let everything out, you will feel better. It's not good to bottle things up." "With the amount of crying I've done in the past few days I haven't done much bottling things up." "True, but you will feel better." Logan reached out and held my hand, rubbing the back with his thumb. We stayed silent for a few minutes, before we heard music start playing. Logan smiled at me. "Want to use that to our advantage?" I let out a little laugh, "Your room, I'm guessing? So we don't have any repeat performances?" We got up and practically ran up to Logan's room, slamming the door behind us. Logan had me against the door as soon as it closed. His mouth met mine and I felt his tongue slide around my lips. I opened my mouth and I felt his tongue slide in. It was a hot kiss, and it was passionate. We haven't been together in ages. This morning not counting. Logan's hands slid down to my butt and gripped it. I let out a slight moan into his mouth which increased his fury even more. He lifted me up holding me against the door as I wrapped my legs around him and moved my arms to around his neck. His mouth left mine and moved down to my neck where he started to bite and suck on it. He was going to leave a massive mark. He pulled me away from the door, still working at my neck, and moved to the bed. He laid me down and started to grind into me. I felt his clothed erection push into me. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off of him. My shirt soon followed it. I felt Logan's mouth on my neck again. A moan escaped my lips as he worked on my neck. Biting, licking, sucking on it; it felt amazing. I then felt his hand trail down my stomach, across my abs, and put pressure on my clothed crotch. He slowly moved down, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach until he reach my shorts. He licked up my erection which was straining my shorts. A deep moan of pleasure escaped my mouth as he slowly pulled my shorts down leaving me in my green boxer-briefs. Another lick, and another moan passed. He was torturing me now. I looked down at him and our eyes connected. I felt a smile form on my face. He crawled up and kissed me again. This kiss was different from all the others. Before they were passionate, hot. But this was slow, tender. I felt... I felt so much love radiating from him. He may have not said I love you back to me. But I felt like he does love me in that moment. I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him until he was on his back. I made my way down to the bulge in his shorts. It was tenting far. Too far for him to be wearing any underwear. Oh god, that's so hot! I pulled his shorts down and my suspicions were confirmed. His hard 7.5" cock popped up and slapped against his abs. I licked up the shaft, hearing a soft moan from Logan. I flicked the head a couple of times with my tongue, before licking that too. I then took him into my mouth and started to bob up and down using my tongue to work him. His hands ran through my hair, not putting any pressure on me, allowing me to go at my own pace. I felt his hands leave my hair with one going under my chin. He slightly put pressure on it, pulling me up to his mouth and kissing me again. I was then flipped onto my back, my hands held together, while Logan, attacked my neck with his mouth. His roughness turned me on so much. I felt like my dick was going to break through my boxer-briefs. He started to grind into me hard while sucking on my neck. The bed started to hit against the wall as he humped me. His free hand went down to my underwear and practically ripped them off of me. He pulled off from my neck and reached into the drawer by his bed and pulled out lube. He applied some on his fingers and slowly worked them into me one finger at a time. Slowly moving in and out. I felt myself breathing hard, I want him now. I want him so bad. I felt him pull his fingers out, and I closed my eyes. I felt him at my entrance. He slowly started to push in. I took a deep breath and tried to relax as the pressure built. More and more he pressed into me. I felt his stomach come in contact with my butt as he finished pressing in. He leaned down and kissed my lips. I never felt closer to someone at this moment. The feel of his lips, the completeness I felt was amazing. Slowly, he started to pull out until only his head was left in. Then, he started to press in again, picking up some speed. Over and over again, in and out. I stopped caring about how loud I was moaning. Zach had his music on. I doubt he could hear us. The bed was moving along with each thrust, smacking into the wall. He started hitting my prostate and that's went I lost it. I was screaming in pleasure as I felt my orgasm building up. I then hit the point of no return as I started to shoot. I was shooting without even touching myself! Shot after shot, volley after volley left me and landed on my stomach. That's when Logan kicked it into overdrive. Harder and faster he went. I can't even describe how I was feeling. Everything just felt amazing. I heard Logan give a deep groan. I felt him start shooting inside me. This is the first time he did that; usually he pulls out. But it felt right. After he finished he fell to the side and we turned to face each other. He leaned in and kissed me, another slow and tender kiss. A kiss where you can feel the love. He pulled away and smiled at me. He reached down and placed his hand on mine. Intertwining our fingers. It was perfect. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I shut the car door and waved bye to Logan, looking up at the house that I called home for all my life. My mother's car was in the driveway, as was my fathers. I probably should have called ahead. I got to the door, wondering 'Do I knock? Do I just walk in?' What's the protocol for this situation? I took a breath, knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later, the door opened and I was met with my mother standing in the door. Silence. Pure tension filled silence. "Can you go get dad, I need to talk to him," I said. I tried to keep my face as plain as possible. My voice as cold as I could. She just stood there, like she was deciding on if she wanted to allow or deny my request. "Look, you can either go get him, or I can cause a scene. The quicker you get him, the quicker the two of us can talk, and I can leave." She still just stood there, keeping me in the cold outside. I took another breathe, "Can you please go get my father?" I asked through strained teeth. She had this smirk on her face. She fucking thinks she won. I almost lost it. I squeezed my fist tight. She closed the door on me, not even getting me out of the cold. How the fuck does a mother turn her back on her kid that easily? I put my hand on the door before it was closed all the way, and pushed it open with all my strength. "How the fuck do you do this. How the fuck do you turn your back on your kid so quickly?" I yelled. She looked startled by my outburst. "You do not take that tone of voice..." "YOU DO NOT PLAY THE PARENT CARD!" I yelled, "You gave up that right when I was thrown out. You have NO right to try to treat me like your child. "You decided I wasn't your child the moment you decided I wasn't welcome in this house. Well, I have news for you. This isn't your fucking house anymore. You gave up your right to this family and this house. You have nothing. You are nothing." I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I don't know why, but that look in her eyes made me happy. It made me happier than I thought it would. I actually surprised myself. Here I was lecturing her on turning her back on me. When I just did the same to her... No I was forced to do this, she chose it. My dad appeared in the doorway. "Dylan you're here. Come on in," he said. I pushed past my mother and walked into the house. "You should have called beforehand. We would have been more prepared," he said. "I kind of wish I did, but I'm here now. I figured that we should finish the conversation from yesterday. I'm ready to deal with it now." "Let's go up to your room; we can talk there." My room, I know it's only been a few days, but it's kind of weird for me for some reason to think of it as my room. I've been through a lot the past few days, so I guess it makes sense. I followed my dad up the stairs and into my old room. "Wow, I can't believe it's actually clean," I said looking around. "Well I didn't want to be sleeping in a pigsty." There was a silence between us. Not the type of silence that my mother and I just had. It was a comfortable silence. A silence of people who care for each other. I took a breath, "So how is this going to work? How exactly am I getting back here? And how exactly are we kicking her out?" "She decided to leave," he said, "She wants to keep Zach in the same school and knows you can't keep living where you are. So she's going to go live with your grandparents and I'm staying here." "She actually cares about where I live?" My dad sighed and placed his hand on mine. "She just knows you can't live at Logan's forever." That hurt. For some reason that really hurt. I expected it, especially after everything that just happened at the door. But still, why doesn't she love me? Why does it matter that I'm gay? Why does she care more about her religion then about the happiness of her own son? I felt the tears building, but I fought them. I will never allow her to make me cry again. If she doesn't accept me, she's not worth it. I took a breath and felt the pressure behind my eyes disappear. "Maybe she'll come around eventually Dylan..." "It's not worth it; hoping she'll come around," I said, "It will cause me more pain than anything else." "Dylan..." "No, she made her choice, so she has to live with it." My dad just squeezed my hand. A wave of reassurance came over me. At least I'll always have my dad in my corner. I'll always have that. "How long 'til I can come back?" I asked. "She'll be out by Friday," he said, "Then you can come back on Saturday. You can come home on Saturday." Home. I can come home. That word brought the biggest smile to my face. I never thought I would smile that much. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well there is the th chapter of 'I'll Make you Popular' I hope you enjoyed it! I also ask you to be patient in how long it will take me to update. I'm really bad at focusing. Hopefully I can keep up this pace! If you have any criticism I would love to hear it. Editor's Note: Hey guys! Sorry if I missed any grammatical errors, as usual I did my best to catch everything! If you see me repeatedly missing anything, email me at: gleek887@gmail.com I'm not kidding when I say the story is quite enticing and I have trouble stopping reading when I start. (Don't worry, I read through it twice to try and catch all the grammar/spelling). Be sure to email Walt and tell him how fantastic the story is and to keep writing! And, preaching to the choir, DONATE TO NIFTY!! KEEP THE SITE FREE!! Peace and Love People! -Chris