Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2020 03:51:40 -0400 From: A.L. Foxlane Subject: The Real Guys of Serenity Chapter 2 (Gay Celebrity) A.L. here with another tale. I hope you enjoy it. Comments, questions, suggestions can be sent to foxlaneal@gmail.com *************** Please donate to Nifty! It provides so much relief and escape. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********** Characters of "Sweet Magnolias" belong to Daniel L. Paulson Productions and Netflix. This is a fan-made fictional story between fictional characters. This story is between two teen boys. ********** The big rivalry game was coming up fast. Much of the town was abuzz with hopes of finally breaking Castlewood's winning streak. One practice shortly after Tyler Townsend's little fuck with Coach Cal Maddox, the star pitcher found himself in another situation. Coach Maddox was busy in his office, writing up notes and had a mound of history papers to grade as well. Ty and Jackson Lewis had another scuffle on the field. They were told to run laps after practice. Meaning the rest of the baseball team wasn't in the locker room when they finished. Ty quickly undressed. Throwing his sweaty practice gear on the floor. Walking to the showers completely nude. His 16 year old firm ass had a slight jiggle as he walked on the hard tile floor. Meanwhile Jackson undressed slower because he kept glancing at Tyler's body. Jackson didn't know how to process what he was feeling. He was a good Christian son. He made out with most of the popular girls already. Even gotten a hand job from a couple. But this rivalry with Tyler was something Jackson couldn't shake. He wanted to surpass Townsend, to get his mother off his back, to have his dad really see him as the great baseball player. But everyday there was Tyler Townsend, his happy, perfect, nice family, throwing just a little faster, getting more strikes, the coach's little pet. Feeling the mixture of emotions building, Jackson kept thinking about it all, adding fuel to this fire. He walked into the showers, where Tyler was just standing in the steaming cascade. Jackson didn't even realize his 7 inch 16 year old dick was raging hard. He stalked up to the showers, behind the oblivious star pitcher. "Fucking faggot!" Jackson shouted as he shoved Tyler into the shower wall. Tyler grunted at the sudden force and again at the impact with the tiled wall. His foot slipped on the wet floor, making him slide down the wall. "Think you're so fucking perfect." Tyler looked up at Jackson, a little dazed. "The only reason you are still first is because your mom is fucking the coach." "Dude!" Tyler started to say, "What the fu--" Jackson slapped him across the face. Tyler stood up, mouth hanging open in shock. Jackson stood there, huffing with anger, pain, and something else he didn't know. His cock now leaking precum. Tyler looked into Jackson's eyes. His own rage building. Rage at his father, his father's mistress, his mother, his mother's relationship with Coach Maddox, the idiocracy of his brother Kyle, the childish impertinence of his kid sister Katie. Tyler shouted out as he swung for Jackson's face. Jackson dodged and punched Tyler in the chest. Knocking him back into the wall. "Fuck!" Tyler shouted. "Such a fucking bitch!" Jackson shouted as he punched Tyler in the stomach. Tyler grunted and doubled over. "I'll prove I'm fucking better than you. You fucking loser." Jackson grabbed Tyler by his short brown hair. Pulling his rival up to stare into his eyes. Looking into his rival's eyes, in the heat of the steaming shower, something clicked inside of Jackson. He thrust himself against the star pitcher, pinning him to the wall. Ty's eyes widened as he felt Jackson's slick rock hard cock grinding against his pelvis. Jackson groaned as if he was going to say something. Then he smashed his lips against Tyler's. Ty gasped in the kiss, inadvertently inviting Jackson's tongue into his mouth. After the initial shock, Tyler felt himself responding and kissing back. Tyller's own cock was hardening and rubbing against Jacks' hairy teen balls. Jackson pressed Tyler harder against the wall. Then Jackson broke the kiss, still staring into Tyler's eyes. Just as quickly feeling the need to kiss Tyler, Jackson's Christian upbringing came rushing the front of his mind. It conflicted with the mess of emotions that was still boiling over. "You are a fucking faggot," Jackson said. Tyler's reaction was slow. He still didn't know what he was. But before he could respond, Jackson reached down and grabbed Ty's nut sack in a vice grip. "Father always said a faggot is only worth the fuck he gets. Gonna prepare you for the rest of your life faggot." Tyler cried out in pain as Jackson squeezed his balls. "Now turn around. I'm gonna fuck you you fucking faggot." Jackson pushed onto Tyler's shoulder until he turned around. His cock pressing between his rival's warm cheeks. Tyler moaned and pressed his ass into Jacks' crotch. "Fuck me," Tyler moaned as this feeling bubbled within. It wasn't like when he and Coach Maddox gave in to each other. Something in him wanted to give himself to Jackson. "Fuck me!" Tyler begged. He spread his ass cheeks, his hole winking hungrily. "Fuck me!" "I knew it," Jackson hissed as he lined up his cock. "Faggot!" He yelled as he shoved his 7 inches into his rival. Tyler moaned as his hole was filled for the first time since Coach's cock. "Such a fucking faggot!" Jacks huffed with each thrust. He gripped onto the other player's shoulders as his hips pistoned. "I bet you want Coach's cock! Your fucking daddy issues!" Tyler moaned as his ass was filled with a hot throbbing teen cock. He pushed his ass back into Jacks, pulling his cheeks further apart. "I'm gonna make you my fucking bitch," Jackson hissed into Tyler's ear. This sent the bottom pitcher over the edge, his leaking 6 inch cock spewed a heavy load of cum. His hole flexed as his orgasm rocked his body. Jacks groaned as his cock was massaged by his rival's anal walls. This pushed the raging teen to his orgasm. Jackson pushed his cock as far as he could into Tyler. His balls pulled up tight. The pitcher shot his load all over his rival's insides. Jackson swore it dragged on for 30 minutes. It was more around 3 minutes. As his orgasm started to fade away he looked upon the shivering, pale body beneath him. The shower had cooled a bit. His eyes soaking in the rolling muscles of Tyler's back as he tried to work a second orgasm riding on Jackson's still hard cock. Tyler's moan shook Jackson out of his daze. "Fucking piece of shit faggot." Jackson pulled away. Tyler whimpered as the rigid cock was ripped from his ass. Jackson walked out of the shower area. Tyler pushed himself up off the wall and turned off the shower. When he made it back to the locker room, Jackson was already gone.