Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2023 13:23:37 -0400 From: ronyx Subject: Seth on the Road to Chaos Chapter 10 The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone are purely coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave and find something more suitable to read. Ronyx stories are copyrighted, and the author maintains exclusive rights to the story. Do not copy or use without written permission. Ronyx is a prolific Nifty author. Send comments to ronyx@themustardjar.com, Visit my personal website: www.themustardjar.com for more stories by Ronyx. *** Nifty.org is a free site. Nifty depends on your generous donations for support. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Seth on the Road to Chaos Chapter 10 Blake and I lay on the dirty bed holding each other. It was strange because I didn't feel anything sexual even though we continued to kiss occasionally. I simply wanted to hold him and let him know that someone cared about him. I loved it when he buried his head in my neck and sighed deeply. I knew he felt safe. We lay down for about a half hour before he said he had to go. "I don't want Amber worrying about us," he said. I took this as a good sign because I would have expected him to say that he didn't care what anyone thought. At least he was concerned about someone other than himself. Before exiting out the creaky door, he pulled me into a tight hug. "Thanks, Seth," he said softly. "You're the first person who seems to care about me." I hugged him tighter and replied, "I'm glad I came by to see you today." "Me, too," he smiled as he reached down and held my hand. We walked back to Amber's house swinging our hands tightly together. I really didn't know what was happening. There seemed to be a special bond forming between Blake and me. Strangely, it wasn't sexual. Of course, I found Blake extremely attractive. But it wasn't the same feeling that I had for Craig. My feelings for Craig were only sexual. He was the boy I had always fantasized about. I knew that once he had his way with me, things would change. I really wasn't sure what was developing between Blake and me. It was more a strong friendship. However, we enjoyed kissing each other. Yet, as we kissed, it never went beyond that. With Craig, I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to suck him. And I never regretted him fucking me. It was exciting. I haven't even felt Blake's cock yet. When we kiss, we close our eyes and just enjoy being together. It is like a bond is forming. I'm sure that soon we will begin to explore each other's body, but right now we're enjoying close contact. Amber was looking out the window waiting for us when we walked up onto the porch. We were still holding hands. She opened the door and asked excitedly, "Where have you two been? I've been worried sick." I laughed when Blake stuck out his tongue at her and said, "That's for us to know, and you to find out." Amber looked worriedly at me and asked, "Is he okay?" Blake responded sarcastically, "Hello? I'm standing right here. Why don't you ask me?" Amber rolled her eyes and asked, "Are you okay, Blake?" Blake looked at me and giggled. He then told Amber, "That's for me to know, and you to find out." Amber slapped him on his arm. Blake then announced that he had to use the bathroom. He turned and hurried out of the room. Amber looked at me and said, "He's changed. What did you do?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't do anything," I replied. "Blake just needed someone on his side." A worried look appeared on her face. "Be careful, Seth," she warned. "Blake has a lot of serious issues." I replied, "Don't we all." When Amber frowned, I said, "I'll be careful." Of course, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. Lately, everything had been spiraling out of control. I just hoped that I wasn't getting into something that would add more chaos to my life." Before we could say anything more, Blake returned to the kitchen. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out two sodas. He walked over and handed me one. When he did, he looked at my neck. He reached out and rubbed the spot where my bruise was. "I didn't notice this before," he said. "Who gave you a hickey?" Amber walked over and looked at it. "Who gave you a hickey," she asked. I stepped away and pulled my shirt tightly around my neck. "It's not a hickey," I insisted as my face reddened. I had hoped that the bruising was fading. I forgot to apply makeup to it this morning, so it must have still been visible. Blake examined it again. "It's a hickey," he said to Amber. He looked suspiciously at me and said, "I guess a book fell out of your locker and hit you on your neck? Huh?" "My closet," I replied quickly. "Yeah, it fell out of my closet." "If you say so," he replied skeptically. "Look," I said. "I better be going." I looked at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late." I turned and headed out the door. Blake followed closely behind me. As I was getting in my car, he stopped me. "It's okay, Seth," he said sadly. "If you have a boyfriend, I understand." He again looked at the hickey on my neck. I rubbed it and replied, "I don't have a boyfriend. Okay?" "Whatever you say," he replied as he turned and walked dejectedly back into the house. I started the car and backed out into the driveway. I felt miserable. The close bond we had experienced earlier seemed to have suddenly disappeared. No one was home when I arrived. I went to my room, lay down on my bed and fell asleep. I had slept for an hour when I was suddenly awakened by Stacy barging into my room. "Mom wants us downstairs," she informed me. I asked, "Why?" "How do I know, Dumbass," she replied as she turned and left the room. I then remembered she had mentioned leaving for a few days, and she wanted to set some rules for me and Stacy to follow. I am sure I can, but I doubt Stacy will. When I went downstairs, Mom and Stacy were sitting in the living room. "But why?" I heard Stacy whine. I knew Stacy would complain about anything. I was curious about what Mom had told her. "I'm not asking that much, Stacy," said Mom. Stacy started to cry. "But I don't see why Craig can't be here while you're gone. Don't you trust me?" "It's not a matter of trust," replied my mother. "You should be supervised by an adult, is all. Aunt Marie can't be here all the time." She looked over at me. "That is why I don't want you and Seth having company while I'm gone." Stacy continued to cry. "That's easy for Seth," she cried. "He never has company." I wanted to call her a bitch, but I knew it would make her and my mother mad. My mother looked at me and explained what she had told Stacy. Besides not having company for the few days she would be gone, we were to come straight home from school, do our homework and not go out. If we needed anything, we were to wait until our Aunt Marie arrived. She would fix us dinner and watch some television. After she left, we were expected to go to our rooms and stay there until morning. "You'll take Stacy to school like you do every day," she said. "However, Stacy," she gave my sister a stern look. "You're to ride home with Seth after school. I don't want you attending Craig's football practice." Stacy stood and looked down angrily and Mom. "That isn't fair!" she hollered. "I go to all of Craig's practice." "Well, Young Lady!" angrily shouted my mother as she stood before Stacy, "You won't until I get back. And furthermore, if Marie calls and tells me you are not following my rules, you won't be going to the dance on Saturday night." Stacy's face reddened with anger. I know how much she has been waiting for the dance. She and Maggie had been talking about it for weeks. I also know my mother. She wouldn't have made the threat unless she meant it. Stacy started to tremble as she stood staring at my mother. I waited for her to explode and ruin any chance she had left of attending the dance. Instead, she began to cry, and then she turned and fled from the room. A few seconds later, we heard her bedroom door slam shut. My mother walked over and plopped down on the sofa. She motioned for me to sit beside her. "Oh, Dear," she sighed and toed off her shoes. "I wish I didn't have to take this trip, but I must." I grinned and asked her, "Would you like me to get you a beer?" "Yes, please," she smiled. My mother doesn't drink often, but she does keep a six pack of beer in the refrigerator when her job gets too stressful. I figured that she might need one after Stacy's behavior. I went to the kitchen and got out two beers. When I returned, I handed her one, and then I sat down with the other. "Nice try," she laughed as she took it from my hand. "But I just might need both of these." "Aw, Mom," I replied. "I'm sixteen. Can't I have one beer?" "When you turn twenty-one," she grinned, "I'll take you to a bar and buy you your first drink." She gave me a stern look. "Until then, though, no alcohol. I nodded my head and she replied, "Good. I said, "Besides, I don't like the taste of beer." She gave me a puzzled look. "When did you drink beer?" I grinned and said, "Just a couple of minutes ago. I took a sip of yours in the kitchen." She laughed and slapped me lightly on the arm. I sat beside her, and she looked at my neck and gave me a puzzled look. "What's this?" she asked as she felt the bruise on my neck. "Nothing," I responded quickly as I got up and sat in a recliner. "Seth, look at me," she said. I ignored her and continued to pretend to watch television. Explaining how I got a hickey on my neck was a conversation I didn't want to have with my mother. I was still upset with Blake's reaction earlier. He didn't believe me when I tried to deny it was a hickey. My mother asked, "How did you get a bruise on your neck? And why are you trying to cover it with makeup?" I tried to lie. "A book fell out of my locker at school and hit me on my neck. Ty teased me and said it looked like someone had given me a hickey, so I'm trying to cover it up. Okay?" "Not okay," she responded angrily as she rose, walked over and examined my neck. I tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let me move. "That's definitely a hickey, Seth. Who gave it to you?" She stepped back and gave me an angry look. "You aren't sexually active with that girl you're taking to the dance, are you? I wasn't born yesterday. I know how someone gets a hickey." "Mom," I squealed as I jumped up from the chair. "I'm not doing anything with Roni!" "Then who gave you the hickey?" I was starting to get angry. Why wouldn't anyone believe my story that a book fell on my neck? "I already told you," I insisted. "It happened at school." I headed for the door. "I'm going to my room," I said as I left the room and stormed up to my bedroom. I fell across my bed and sighed. Everyone who had seen the bruise suspected that I had had sex with someone, and they had given me a hickey. That is what happened, but how was I going to convince people otherwise, especially my mother. She knows I don't date. I'm sure she will ask Stacy about it, and Stacy will want to know who gave it to me. What if she begins to suspect Craig? She is already curious why he had defended me when she suspected that I may be gay. She has also noticed that Craig is getting closer to me. He's approached me a few times, and she has had to pull him away. I just have a feeling that things are going to get worse soon. We'll be here in the house by ourselves for four days. I'm going to have to stay in my room and try to avoid Stacy as much as I can. I was relieved when I looked at myself in the mirror in the morning. The bruise on my neck was hardly noticeable. I rubbed a little of the makeup on it, and I couldn't see it. At least now people won't be questioning me about it. Mom must not have said anything to Stacy because she didn't mention it. I picked up Maggie on the way to school, and she and Stacy mainly talked about the upcoming dance on Saturday. I was nervous because I was afraid they might mention me taking Roni to the dance, but they didn't. Maggie mainly talked about a dress she had seen at the mall that she was trying to talk her mother into buying for her. When I arrived at school, I got out of my car and headed for the entrance. Before I got there, I heard a horn blow, and then I heard someone call out my name. It was Craig. I had dropped Stacy and Maggie in the front entrance, so I couldn't figure out what Craig wanted. "Hey," he said as he came running up to me. I gave him a puzzled look as I responded with a quick hello. "I'm glad I caught you before you went in." "What do you want, Craig?" "Listen," he looked around to make sure no one could hear us. "I don't have practice tonight," he informed me. "So?" He replied nervously, "After I drop Stacy off at your house, do you think you can find a reason to leave?" "Why?" "Um, well," he said hesitantly, "I thought you could come to my house. My Dad is meeting my mom after work and taking her out to dinner. No one will be there." "Craig," I said nervously as I backed away from him. "I..I... can't." "Sure, you can, Seth," he said excitedly. "I know you liked what we did the other day. So did I. I am hoping we could hook up for a little while and...and... you know." "Craig," I replied worriedly. "We're going to get caught." "Not if we're careful," he said. He reached down and tugged on his cock. "I've been boned up since the other day." He grinned and gave me a wink. "Besides, I may do something for you too." He patted me on my back and started to walk away. "Just think about it, okay?" My dick hardened in my pants as I watched him enter the entrance. "May do something for me too?" The words echoed in my ears. What would Craig do for me? He's straight. Isn't he? I joined Ty, Jennifer and Sherman at our usual table. I looked around for Maryanne, but I didn't see her. "Hey, Guys," I said cheerfully as I sat down. I was still excited about Craig asking me to come to his house after school. I know it's wrong on about a million different levels, but I enjoy being with Craig. He's so handsome and strong. I just can't believe he likes me. In fact, I am beginning to think that he likes me more than Stacy. I know it is because I provide him sex, but I really don't care. I guess I'm not being used if I enjoy it. We'll never be able to have a relationship, but it isn't something I would want anyway. If Craig wants to do something secretively, then I am willing to go along with the game. I'm just going to have to warn him not to give me anymore hickeys. Jennifer and Sherman were arguing about a problem they were having with their mother. It seems that they had decided to go to the junior dance without a date. They got mad at Ty when he suggested they could date each other. Anyway, their mother gave them permission to go, but they had to be home by 11. The dance starts at eight, and it is over at 12. They would have to leave an hour early. They would miss a lot of the fun. Ty suggested that they could just stay until midnight, and then tell their mother that they had forgotten about the time. Jennifer told him their mother would never buy it, and that they would be grounded until they graduated next year. Things seemed to worsen when Sherman said he wasn't going to the dance. When the bell rang, they were still discussing it. "Sucks to be them," laughed Ty as we exited the cafeteria. "At least my mother said I have a two o'clock curfew." Since Mom hadn't discussed it with us yet, I wasn't sure what time we would be expected to be home. Besides, she told us that she wouldn't be home until Sunday. Unless Aunt Marie spent the night, she wouldn't know how late Stacy and I arrived home. As we were walking down the hall, I saw Amber and Blake walking our way. I had forgotten that he was going to be attending classes at our school. He smiled when he saw me. I watched as his eyes scanned Ty, and then he looked back at me. I know what he was thinking. He was probably assuming that Ty was my boyfriend. "Hi Amber," I said. I then waved at Blake. "Hi Blake." Amber replied, "Hi Seth and Ty." She then introduced Blake to Ty. They fist-bumped and Blake quickly looked again at me. Ty looked at his watch and said he had to get to class. "We have to go to see Mr. Mangold," said Amber. Mr. Mangold is the junior counselor. "He has to give Seth his schedule." When they started to walk away, Blake turned and whispered in my ear, "Ty's cute. You're a lucky shit." I wanted to tell him that Ty isn't my boyfriend, but he hurried off to walk beside Amber. I was sitting in Mr. Stevenson's Earth Science class when the door opened, and Blake entered. We were working quietly on an assignment, and Mr. Stevenson was at his desk grading papers. Blake walked over to him and handed him his schedule. Mr. Stevenson rose and walked over to a shelf next to him. He returned and gave Blake a book. Blake nodded and then stood looking around the room. When he saw me, he smiled. A few students who had been watching him turned to see who he had smiled at. There was an empty seat in front of me. Blake walked down the aisle and sat. "Hi," he turned and looked at me with a wide grin. "We're in the same class." I quickly looked around the room to see if anyone was watching us. "Yeah," I replied cheerfully. "This is a good class. You'll like it." When I noticed he was still holding his schedule, I asked to see it. We would be in four classes together. Besides first period, we would also be in the same 2nd, 5th and 6th periods. He was taking choir 5th period. Since I couldn't sing, I had avoided taking the class. However, we would be in the same 6th period literature class. He was also enrolled in my literature class. Craig was also in that class. Blake was excited when I told him we had four of the same classes. "I can copy your work," he replied with a wink. "I can tell you're smart." I ignored him, and then I explained the assignment. He turned slightly so we could work together. I thought Mr. Stevenson would get upset, but he looked back and nodded. I guess he was glad that a new student was making friends. When the bell rang, Blake followed me out into the hall. "What's next?" he asked as he pulled out his schedule and examined it. "We have American History with Miss Patterson," I informed him. He said he hated history, and it had been his worst subject at his other school. I assured him that I would help him. As we walked down the hall, Ty came up behind us. "Hey, guys," he said as he waved at Blake. Blake smiled and then looked quickly at me. I knew what he was thinking. Ty asked me, "Did you complete that chart we had to do for homework." When I told him I had, he asked if he could see it when we got to class. He said he had some trouble listing some of the things on it. We were studying World War I, and we were to chart some of the major battles. Ty said he was having trouble listing some of the sites where they had been fought. We entered the class, and Ty and I headed to our assigned seats while Blake introduced himself to Miss Patterson. She gave him a book and he turned and looked around the room. The only seat available was in the front row. I noticed that he talked to Miss Patterson and pointed in my direction. Miss Patterson asked Tiffany, the girl who sat in front of me, to come to her desk. I couldn't hear their conversation, but it appeared that Miss Patterson was asking Tiffany to move to the front seat. Tiffany and Blake walked down the aisle towards me. Tiffany got her books and walked away. Blake sat down, turned and grinned at me. "Hi, Neighbors," he giggled as he looked at Ty and me. Miss Stevenson lectured for about half the class. Then she told us to work quietly on our chart. Blake turned and joined me and Ty. Miss Patterson came back and asked me if I would explain the assignment to Blake and help him with it. Blake again grinned widely when she walked away. As we worked on the project, Blake kept scooting his chair closer to me. Soon, our legs were pressed against each other's. My face reddened when I looked over and saw that Ty was watching us. When the bell rang, we walked out into the hall. Blake took out his schedule and asked directions to the class. He was taking an algebra class, and Ty told him where the class was located. Roni walked up and stood next to me. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Roni and I are in several classes together. In the past, we had rarely talked to each other, but now that we were friends, she would wait for me after class, and we would walk together. I assumed that she had probably been watching us during class. I introduced her to Blake, and she gave him a quick hug. She smiled and said, "Any friend of Seth is a friend of mine." She took Blake's schedule and read it. "Oh, nice," she said. "We are in the same class together." She grabbed Blake's hand and led him away. "I'll show you where it's at." As they walked away, Ty turned to me and asked, "What's going on, Seth?" ******* I have been posting stories on Nifty for over 16 years. I have quite a large library of gay teen fiction. Visit my personal website at www.themustardjar.com Send comments and feedback to: ronyx@themustardjar.com