were bustling in the halls, some walking fast and others lazy. I
walked at my own pace, taking in everything around me as I usually
did. The kid in tow with me had orange-red hair that covered half his
face and headphones in his ears that blared with loud obnoxious
music. I could make out some screaming words like 'they want to take
away our freedom!' followed by a loud shriek. A girl with pale blond
hair and translucent skin was putting up posters for the newest
charity fund-raising activity going on. She wore a a T-shirt that
read 'Fast for Freedom.” Other people were rushing to get to
class and some were even heading in the opposite direction to their
sight of a flash of Nathan and he waved before speeding off to his
locker. My own locker was situated in an okay spot in the school, and
as I got my math textbook, I took my jacket off as well. I rushed
into the classroom just as the teacher was about to close the door.
As I walked through the rows to my desk, I saw that Josh and Ryan
were already sitting there. He looked straight ahead, not even
glancing at me. I shrugged and sat down beside Josh in my usual seat.
Nathan hadn't arrived yet and was late.
man.” Josh greeted, “how's it going?”
pretty good, stranger, how about you?”
no stranger, it's just that I've been sort of busy with my girlfriend
and football and all...” I nodded at him, assuring him it was
totally cool. His girlfriend...hmm...I think it was the girl at the
party. The one he'd been dancing with. Who cares, with Josh they came
and went every couple of weeks.
caught my eye just then, and I nodded politely at him, wondering what
his deal was. He just gave me an ice-cold, statuesque look and began
talking with Josh. I frowned and looked away. The rest of the period
was spent pretty much taking notes, as our math teacher didn't really
know how to teach and wrote on the board the entire approximately
fifty minutes. I didn't look at Ryan again and instead focused my
attention on working and every once in a while speaking with Nathan
time, I was kind of unsure about what was going on with Ryan. I mean,
he'd propositioned me and then just totally froze up on me as If I
were doing something wrong. Hello, it takes two to tango. I pretended
like I didn't care but it was really getting to me.
Why was he
being such a dumb-ass? He really pissed me off and I wanted to ask
him about it but he gave me no chance. What was his deal? For years,
he never acknowledged my existence. However, this year he began
hating on me, then he blackmails me (for lack of a better word at his
joke of a blackmail). After which he acts like a baby and proposes an
experimental session of...who knows what. The next day he ignores me.
I mean he's always been a royal ass, but I don't think that he's
really like that. I think that the way he grew up, with barely any
attention or affection from his parents, he's become sort of afraid
of showing any care for people. Or he's just used to being by himself
and being the center of attention with his buddies. He's just all
over the place. He'll be this bad-ass annoying son of a bitch who
acts like he's boss one second, and then the in one second he'll
become this nice and funny guy, or at least with me he does. I don't
mind his mood swings, I can handle them. It's that attitude he gets
sometimes, that I don't care about you, you're scum on my shoes
At the end
of the day, I even walked up to him at his locker but as I was about
to open my mouth, his locker door clanged shut and he was off with
his back to me. I think my mouth dropped open and I just stood there
for a full fifty seconds before reclaiming my dignity and walking
fast. I caught up to him and pushing him out of the way, I walked on
the hell, Kyle?”
around, “What? I didn't quite catch that. Was that another
intelligent response coming from the big bad jock's mouth?”
Even I winced as I finished the sentence, but I masked it. I was
acting like a hurt bitch, when it was supposed to come across as a,
'I could care less.'
crossed his arms and surveyed me. “Real nice, Moore, real nice.
This is coming from the guy that just charged into me on purpose like
a mad banshee.”
you even know what that is?” I asked.
Figure of speech.”
go figure out what it is and then talk to me. At least then you'll
have something to work with.”
glad to.” I walked ahead and turned the corner, losing him
there. I was angry at him. How could someone fucking make out with
you like it was their dying wish one day and then completely ignore
you the next? I fail to comprehend the logistics of such a callous
method of dealing with an issue. If he had a problem, he would be
mature and approach me, but no.
treatment was pretty much the same for the next couple of days.
Unfortunately, we were doomed by the fact that he was in so many of
my classes. I had to go through entire classes of actually having to
work on a group presentation assignment with him. The sad thing was,
we argued about every little thing so much that our other unlucky
group members complained and we were kicked out of class. This
occurred twice. Yeah, Ryan and I were pretty mature. I didn't even
bother trying to approach him about what was wrong with him anymore
started to cool down the next day. As it was, my anger had cooled and
I was willing to speak with him. During my lunch as I walked to the
cafeteria, I witnessed him in the hall with a brunette named Shelly.
She was a really sweet girl but it was so obvious to everyone that
she basically worshipped Ryan. I can honestly say that the sight of
her gorgeous five foot five body standing next to Ryan and smiling
didn't really please me.
I kind of
stopped and pretended to talk to someone for a second, glancing over
at Ryan every couple of seconds. He would look over as well as he was
talking, and that let me know that he was aware of my attempts at
getting his attention. A few minutes of this and finally he said
something to Shelly and she walked away.
turned, bestowing me with his breath-taking eyes. If I were a girl
from the eighteenth century, I would have swooned. Frankly I wasn't
and therefore I greeted him with a cool and level stare.
Was what came out of his mouth. How amiable.
If that had come out of the mouth of anyone else, especially in that
rude tone of voice, I'd have been offended. However with Ryan it was
like music to my ears.
I talk to you?” I asked him politely.
my eyes, “No, I meant like outside, where I can speak with you
up loser. It's either yes or no. I really don't want to waste time.”
He relented. With those words in mind, I turned and beckoned for him
to follow me outside of the school. We walked side by side and walked
off the school property and sat on a nearby bench. It was located in
a cushion of trees and was a spot that wasn't frequently passed by or
visited by fellow class-mates.
weather was nice that day, but not very sunny. I was frankly sick of
it and couldn't wait until it was actually bright and sunny again.
With this thought in mind, I brushed snow off my hair.
were seated comfortably, I turned my attention to him and inquired of
him, “Ryan, what's wrong?”
He gave me
a funny look that was pure Ryan. “You made me come all the way
here so you could ask me that? You've got to be kidding.”
not joking. Things were fine...the other day when we--” I took
a deep breath, “-- 'experimented.' Then all of a sudden you
won't speak with me properly at school, and you're giving me dirty
looks like a fourteen year old girl. Something is wrong and I just
rolled his eyes, “Nothing is wrong, seriously. I'm Just pissed
Finally, something! “Can I ask you why?”
can but that doesn't mean I'll answer.”
I'm being serious.”
tell me,” I demanded softly.
“okay, I know that it may sound stupid, but I'm mad that you
don't care and that you left.”
you think it's stupid already.”
I don't, “ I assured.
woke up after that fantastic—“event”, and you're
just missing. Gone. No phone calls after and no explanations. I
didn't know what you thought. To be frank, I thought you didn't want
to continue and that when you kept trying to speak with me, it was to
reassure me of that. I was just really pissed about that.”
won't lie... I think that it's stupid.”
When? How do you want it? Doggy style? Where, third floor?”
that I won't do. I really don't want to fuck 'off.' I don't think
he's very nice.”
have to admit that was really retarded.”
don't have to if I don't want to.”
okay you win. You're so annoying sometimes. It was stupid, happy? I
know you didn't mean anything by leaving now, but then I was so
angry. I won't lie to you.” He sighed, “Now I just feel
like a loser, a real loser. You obviously weren't intending to do
anything of the sort.”
I said to him, “don't be retarded like that again.”
wryly. “I'll try not to be.” He was silent for a bit
do you do this, Ryan?”
what?” He asked, puzzled.
did you just freeze me out like that? Why didn't you come talk to
not very good with words. I just don't like talking to people about
things like that. Besides, I didn't want to seem like I cared.”
time, if there is a next time, will you just talk to me instead of
freezing me out?”
try, but it'll be hard. I'm not very...good at confronting people
about issues like that.” He told me.
sure are adept at confronting me when you have a serious issue with
me like when you hated me.” I pointed out.
comfortable with calling people out like that. I guess that makes me
a coward, because when I do that I don't get hurt. I don't like
confronting people when I'm liable to get hurt myself. In that, and
many other cases, I'm a coward.” He sighed, and looked away.
“You, I made fun of you, but you're way stronger then I am. I
just put on this face, you're always yourself and you're not afraid
of being hurt. I-I-I'm just not, I'm not the big ass-hole I act like
know.” I said simply.
do?” He seemed surprised.
I know that you act tough and that you make people think nothing can
hurt you, but I know better. I know that you can be nice, that you
just don't want to open yourself up to get hurt and that's why you
act the way you do sometimes. I think that you began throwing mean
things at me when you realized you had some feelings of actually
liking me for who I was. That was your way of defending yourself. I
can't blame you though. I understand.”
up at him and he was staring off into space, a stony look on his
face. “See,” I pointed out, “there goes on the
and his facial features softened. “I really do like you.”
don't know but I really don't want to go back to class,” I
looked at my watch and added, “In about say fifteen minutes.”
bore into mine, deep and thoughtful. “Then don't.”
and said, “And do what? Nathan is the only friend I have who
actually skips class and he won't skip today because he has two tests
back to back, and he doesn't ever skip his Accounting class.”
positively scowled, and the fierce Ryan was back, “who said
anything about hanging out with...Nathan. No one mentioned him. I
meant that you and I could hang out.”
you're annoying and you argue with me too much.”
because you provoke me.” He countered.
don't provoke you, you merely get provoked. In fact I am so nice to
serious aren't you?”
Serious.” I assured, keeping a straight face.
alright then. Keep living in that dream-world of yours where you are
perfect.” He got up as if to leave.
I said, “Since I have nothing better to do...”
indifference, “What? Oh, yeah I don't really want to skip
an eyebrow. “Come on, Ryan I was joking. Don't be so
at me, dimple flashing and charm on. “So what do you want to
you,” I pointed to him, “have a car and I have the keys
cool.” Then it dawned at him and he lunged for me, “Kyle,
how the hell did you get the keys to my car?”
him successfully and held the keys far from his reach. “You
not funny. I know I didn't drop them so how did you get them?”
for me to know and for you to find out.”
you mind handing them over?”
I drive?” I taunted.
no. No one drives my car except for me, alright buddy?” He
stated. I relented finally and threw him the keys. A final few words
and we went around the school to the front where his car was parked
and got in. The plan was to eat first.
shrugged, “Why not?”
Pizza-Pizza was pretty nearby since they had a lot of business
from the university and high-school students that dropped in. We each
got two slices of pizza to go and ate in the car while he drove.
to?” Ryan inquired, with his mouth full.
your parents be home?”
my mom doesn't get home till six today and my dad has some issues
with his new book and is out exploring to find ideas.”
that what they call writer's block?” Ryan asked.
much. He knows how he wants his story to end but isn't sure how he
wants to get there to provide the right feel.”
the way, we can't drink.”
as my dad will be home around four and my parents will know, trust
your parents care a lot?”
my parents are a bit eccentric shall we say? My mom is a psychologist
so she's very open-minded about most things and my dad is a
contemporary modern day author. He writes very, shall we say,
enlightening and knowledge driven books. They wouldn't fuss and all
but I would care. I don't want to abuse my parent's trust. It's
different when you drink at a party and then if you sneak at home.”
in to my neighbourhood of new, sub-urban homes and Ryan kept driving,
knowing the exact turns.
parents are never around. They're both very career oriented and they
don't really care about what I do so long as I keep good grades. I'm
used to drinking at home, but I understand.”
silent for a bit, but when we pulled up into my driveway, I turned
and asked softly, “Do you miss having them around sometimes?”
no because they've never really been around much anyway. I wouldn't
mind having parents that cared more, but honestly I don't know any
different. I wasn't exactly planned. My mom didn't want a child at
that time of her life and so I was like an interference. My dad was
never really great with kids, so he was indifferent. I've always been
kind of by myself. I despise pity though, so don't feel sorry for me.
I get everything I want.”
love, I wanted to say...except love.
hungry so I'll make us sandwiches.” I said as I opened the
front door and we entered. I hung the key chain on the hook, shrugged
off my jacket and shoes, and placed them in the closet. Then Ryan and
I walked into the kitchen
just had pizza though.” Ryan pointed out.
know but I'm still hungry.” I gave him a cold look that said
how dare you? Then I turned back to the task at hand and made the
turkey sandwiches. We then sat down at the kitchen table to eat them.
“See, they're good and you're hungry too.” I told him,
agree, you do make a great sandwich.” Ryan looked at me and the
corner of his mouth quirked up in a half smile. I just snickered and
took a bite. “You know you're way too full of yourself?”
I asked him.
shouldn't I be. I'm damned hot.”
shrugged. “Yeah, you are. Can't deny that.” My hand found
its way toward the inside of his thigh and I ran a finger down the
covered flesh, issuing a gasp at the unexpected touch.
darkened and centered on my lips. I froze with the sandwich halfway
to my mouth and stared back at him.
happened in that look. The sandwiches were left abandoned as Ryan
crossed the distance between us across the table and wiped a few
crumbs off my face. My hands went to his hair, tugging his lips to
mine as my tongue twined with his, seeking hungrily.
hand slipped to my back and beneath my shirt, sliding his hand across
the taut and smooth skin of my back. “What,” I panted as
he twisted my nipple, “about the sandwiches?”
them,” and he brought his lips to mine, his tongue seeking and
mating with my own. His hands pulled me closer and then I moved so I
was in his lap, straddling his thighs with my legs wide spread. Ryan
moaned and the sound was deep in his throat. Sexy. He spread my legs
and moved me up so his hot cock was wedged between my thighs. His
hips made an upwards motion, seeking heat. I groaned at the friction
and wiggled my ass, which caused his breath to hitch in his throat
and for him to claim my lips with a ferocious vengeance that bordered
on the verge of insanity .
time we'd done this, it hadn't been this explosive, wild need hadn't
consumed us to the point of abandon. It had been different. Now I
wanted nothing more that to be fucked. Not made love to, but a hot,
hard fuck. Sweaty bodies, naked flesh, mouths everywhere.
whispered in my ear, as if reading my mind. “I want to fuck you
so bad, Kyle. I want to shove my cock hard up your tight little
bubble but. I know how fucking tight you'll be. Man,” he
groaned, lifting my shirt up and over my head. “I want to suck
your pink nipples into my mouth and watch you squirm.” As if to
demonstrate his tongue came out and licked one lightly, issuing a
moan from me. He then sucked it into his mouth ravenously, fiercely
suckling it and biting it. I twitched and writhed onto his hard cock,
leaking like a broken faucet.
want you so bad.” He said again into my mouth.
have me. Fuck me, just fuck me.” I needed it so bad, I needed
his thick rod up my ass. I wanted it like I wanted my next breath.
he said, “we're not ready for that yet. This is not a movie.
It'll take time.” His mouth said one thing but his body
certainly said another as it rhythmically thrust up against me.
don't care. Just fuck me.”
I need you.” His hand was at the zipper of my pants and his
eyes searched mine, looking for hesitation. I didn't know what he was
doing until I was naked, on the chair with my legs spread, with his
hand wrapped around my engorged cock. He pumped up and down slowly,
as if amazed at the sight. His hands were large and firm as he
leisurely stroked my cock.
trailed the velvety length of my cock. A drop of pre-cum oozed out
and his finger captured it, his pink tongue tasting it. His finger
then teased the slit and the darkened head, causing me to writhe in
agony. I just wanted him to pump me up and down madly and furiously.
were dark with desire as he looked up. “What do you want me to
do, kyle? Beg me.”
couldn't. I wouldn't. I just could not ask him to wrap his lips
around my cock. He would do it if he wanted to, I wouldn't do it.
“Ryan,” I pleaded.
me what you want, beg me.” He demanded.
“Just fucking suck me. Just wrap your lips around my cock. Ryan
do it, please!” I thrust into his hand, wanting release so bad.
ducked, and he licked a lazy path up my cock, swallowing just the
head and sucking. I thrust upwards into his mouth, my legs spread
wide and his head between them. My hips began a movement of their
own. In and out, in and out, furiously, devastatingly hard.
thrusting, as I clenched my eyes shut experienced the sensation of
Ryan Melbourne's hot wet mouth around my thick cock. Soon, I was
close, “Ryan,” I called, “ I'm not going to last
for much longer.” I tried to pull out but he resisted,
continuing to suck me off until I came with a groan into his mouth.
collapsed back on the chair. “Wow.” I said, similar to
his reaction when I'd blown him. I reached for him soon though,
groping his erection through his pants.
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