Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 00:28:42 +0800 From: hating life Subject: Gossip - Chapter 2 DISCLAIMER: This is a story about characters from the television show Gossip Girl. It is a work of fiction and the author does not claim any knowledge about the private lives of actors Chace Crawford, Ed Westwick & Penn Badgeley, and this story implies nothing about their sexuality. I do not own these characters, adapted for television by Josh Schwartz and Stephanie Savage and produced by CBS Paramount Network Television, Warner Bros. Television, College Hill Productions, and Alloy Entertainment. -------- A few hours later, Nate roused from the nap he took on the soft Egyptian cotton sheets, with his best friend completely naked beside him. Chuck's arm was spread across his chest. Careful to not wake Chuck, Nate cautiously moved Chuck's arm off. He sat up on the bed, and it struck him. He just had sex with his best friend. And his best friend loved him. What was going to happen next? Nothing would ever be the same again. Nate thought he should quickly leave before anything further could take place. He could not talk about it with Chuck, not right away at least. He quickly went into the shower and washed off all the dried cum on his abs and chest. As the water washed away the wet stains on his skin, Nate was scared. He did not want to lose his best, and probably only, friend because of a stupid mistake on both their parts. He closed his eyes and let the water run over his chiseled face, as though letting the water wash away the guilt he had. Quickly drying off and dressing up, Nate headed out of the bathroom and tried making his way to the elevator, only to find Chuck already awake, dressed in the same royal purple robes he was wearing previously, and nursing a scotch at the minibar in his room. "Want a drink?" Chuck asked. "No, I think I should go now," Nate replied firmly.Ê There was a momentary silence as both of them looked each other in the eyes. Chuck saw that Nate was afraid. "Look Nate, I.." "No.. Uh thanks for putting me up here last night. It means a lot," Nate interrupted, before entering the elevator that had come. He left Chuck. Putting down his drink, Chuck angrily punched the marble tabletop. Resigned, he buried his face in his arms and let his tears flow. He had screwed up big time. Why couldn't he just keep his feelings to himself. After all, he knew how unreliable urges were. After what they had done, nothing would be the same again. Nate exited the Palace Hotel, and walked down Madison Avenue. What exactly just happened that morning? What did it mean? To Chuck, was it just serious or one of his many elaborate liaisons? What if it were real? How could they ever go back to being just friends? It also bugged Nate that he actually enjoyed the sex that happened. Did that mean he was gay? He was a virgin, since Blair was rather conservative about sex, they had never had sex thus far, and now that their relationship was in the pits, it was an issue they would not touch for a long time. Engrossed in his thoughts, Nate didn't even realize that he bumped into Dan Humphrey, his classmate from St Judes. Stopping to apologize, "Hey dude, sorry about that. Wait a minute, why're you here in Manhattan, don't you live in Brooklyn?" Dan replied, "Oh don't worry, I'm fine. Just came by to see if I could catch Serena. Haven't been able to contact her and she doesn't seem to be in right now. I think I gotta go home, see you Monday." Dan waved and walked off towards the train station. One step at a time, Nate thought. He'd think about Chuck and him later on. Right now, he thought he should go home to apologize to his mother for how he treated her the night before. Daniel Humphrey lived in Brooklyn, and was the poorest student in St. Judes. He did not have a privileged background, and his parents, although divorced, worked hard to put him and his sister, Jenny, through the elite schools in Manhattan so that they would hopefully gain admission to a prestigious college. Dan reached the loft apartment he lived in with his father and Jenny. Dan saw a note on the counter, "Jenny and I are headed to the gallery for an installation, coming? Text me, from Dad." Dan flung the note aside and decided to take a shower before replying. In the bathroom, he took off his clothes and jumped into the steaming shower. It was a relief from the icy weather outside. He cleaned himself, shampooed his curly black hair and toweled off. He wrapped a brown towel around his waist and walked towards the door. He caught the sight of himself in the mirror. He stopped and looked in the mirror, something he definitely couldn't usually do as Jenny would be bugging him to get out of the shower. He was average, lean but not thin, and had some muscles, although definitely less than the athletic jocks in school, like Nate. He was a bookworm and spent most of his time in the library studying, not in the field playing lacrosse or soccer. He did enjoy watching sports though, but was just alright playing them. He had dark and hairy armpits, and some hairs grew on his chest, around his pink nipples and between his chest. As he unconsciously brushed his arm across his chest, he looked down at the trail of hair leading from his abdomen down beneath the towel. Suddenly he felt a twitch down there. As he stared himself in the mirror, he felt his erection pushing up against the heavy towel holding it down. He took off the towel around his waist and let it drop to the cold tiles beneath his large feet. The trail of hair from his abdomen spread into a thick growth of curly hairs around his semi-hard cock. Still looking at this reflection further, his cock slowly rose up. It rose up to a full eight inches and stood up perfectly straight in the cold room. He found this sight rather funny to himself and giggled a little. He posed and laughed even more at his reflection. He did a upright stand with a salute, and his pale cock stood straight up against his abdomen, nearly reaching his belly button. And a series of others. With each pose, he felt his cock getting harder and harder. He was turned on by his own body. Which boy didn't? He then remembered, he had to go soon to meet his dad and Jenny. But his erection wasn't going away just yet, and it would not stay hidden inside the slacks he planned to wear. Grinning at his reflection, his fingers stroked the length of his cock, which jerked when he touched it. He continued looking at his reflection and slowly stroked his cock with his fingers, from the base of the cock to the tip, now purple and engorged. It was a sight. Then he cupped his balls, covered in a thin layer of hair, and were tight from the cold weather. His cock looked magnificent. He clasped his hand over the shaft of his long cock and started rhythmically jerking it, continuing to look at the reflection of himself masturbating. Living in a house where your dad had such flexible working hours and a sister home nearly all the time meant that you couldn't wank much. He was determined to enjoy this moment. As he jerked off, he finally took his eyes off his reflection and started at his hard and shiny cock head. Drops of pre-cum slowly oozed out and he used it as lube to continue wanking. Having been standing and watching himself for at least 20 minutes already, Dan decided to move to his bedroom. He opened the door, checked for anyone in the house, and then ran across the loft stark naked into his bedroom. Closing the door, he sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, and looked at his cock again, it was still raging hard. He took it in his hand again and continued pumping up and down faster and faster. With his right hand on his cock, he wanted to explore further and decided to play with his own ass. He had read on the Internet that it was a surefire way to enjoy a wank. He slid one finger into his mouth and coated it with spit to lube it up. And then he took the finger to his hairy hole, already feeling more turned on than before. He teased his hole by circling it with his finger, feeling all the hair there and finally, he started pushing the finger into his tight little hole. He let out a little groan. Slowly teasing, he finally managed to put in the first section of his finger into his ass and wiggled it about in his hole. It was altogether a new sensation that he had never felt. It was his first time finger-fucking himself. He slowly pushed more of his finger into his ass and let out a longer and satisfied moan, and his eyes rolled upwards. Before long, his entire index finger was buried up his tight little hole and he then began to fuck himself, pushing his finger deeper into his fuckhole and then pulling back a little, before plunging it deeper into his ass, groaning in ecstasy each time. He had stopped stroking his cock as it lay hard on his stomach. He loved the sensation of fondling his hole. Feeling ready, he licked up his middle finger, and then plugged two fingers up his ass, feeling the ring around his anus tighten over each plunge of his fingers. By this time, he was moaning away rather loudly as he felt his insides feel so sexually charged. He was fucking horny this time. By the time he put in his third finger, his right hand had grabbed his cock again and started stroking again, he spit hard on his cock and used it to lube up his cock. He was beyond hard now and his cock throbbed with each jerk and pull, and also with each motion his fingers made in his sensitive ass. He moaned in rhythm and without warning, he must have hit his own prostrate and that sensation drove his mind insane. It was the BEST feeling he had ever had. "Oh fuck, this feels so good ughh!" He moaned as he shot out eight hot jets of cum over his young body. Over his pale chest and abs, over the thick bush surrounding the monumental cock he had, and the last few shots dribbled over his shaft and his balls. His asshole twitched and tightened with each shot he made, and his three fingers lay inside it. He leant back on the side of the bed, panting as he felt the intensity of the jerk off fade away. Slowly, he took out finger by finger from his ass, and felt it instantly close up again. He was covered in cum and perspiration even though it was cold inside his room. Looking down at the white, hot and sticky cum all over him, he smiled and dipped one of the fingers he fucked himself with in it and then licked that finger clean. It, no, HE, tasted so good to himself. He grinned and then realized he needed to shower again. He told himself, "This time I won't look into the mirror again," then chuckled. Back in the Palace, Chuck lay on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling, still pondering what to say to Nate, and wondered what things would be like if they were ever in the same room again... - End of chapter 2 - Email me at hatinglife99@gmail.com with your comments and any other story lines that you might want me to explore in this series!