Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 18:44:31 +0200 From: Nathaniel Abercrombie Subject: Classroom of Choices Chapter 2 (m/m, fantasy) Classroom of Choices: Marcus S. This is a F-A-N-T-A-S-Y story! It contains m/m sex, fantasy themes and more! If you are under 18, click alt+f4. ####################################### Do note, the author (me) lives in a country where the school year grading are different, but I'll try to keep it as American/British as possible. This story will be composed of fifteen (fictional) stories, where Nathaniel Abercrombie, an exchange student studying in Sweden, will get stuck in a repeating day, the day after he turns 18, but where some things change from the day before. In each repeating day, he will find himself in erotic (and more) situations with one of his classmates. (NOTE!: This is NOT the same guy as in the first chapter. There are 2 people named Marcus in this story arc. This is about the other one) These people are based on real people, but they are not exactly to 100% precise. To explain a little bit of "the class". In Sweden, the students are assigned to a class, to which you thus belong to. The only times the class gets separated is when during 1/ individually chosen subject, or during the subjects where you are focusing more on. (ex. Engineering in this school contain both engineering, and IT orientation) ####################################### Marcus S, Jock 06:45 I jolt awake, my mouth dry. I was in my own bed. My alarm had just got off. I shut it off, then I run into my bathroom. I close the door, and then I strip of my clothes, and start to search for any marks on my body. I almost missed it, a little mark on the side of my neck, where you can feel your own pulse. A little mark, looking as if someone had heated a piece of metal, and poked me with it, in the shape of the number 1. I enter the living room; turn on the TV, and the same news as yesterday is on. And with that, I mean the exact fucking news as yesterday. "...There is an ionized thunderstorm coming in today over Sweden, so stay inside unless you have to..." the man says with a false smile the entire sentence. That couldn't be the same news as yesterday; that was the news of today. Then something else hits me. MARCUS! I run to my backpack to search for his phone number, but I can't find it. I run into my bedroom, and there on the bed, lies Marcus' boxers. Those boxers were never moved from my bag. I stare at my alarm. It reads 07:05 4/9/12. The same fucking day as yesterday. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ I run to my computer. It also says it's the fourth of September. No matter where I check, everything says it's the fourth of September. I'm starting to panic. I check the clock, 07:23. I remember that I have school. One missed lesson without a very good reason, and I'm out this country as an exchange student. I rush to get ready, but the memories from... Yesterday? Keep getting into my head. The pain, the pleasure. The smell of sex and the smell of burnt hair and skin. The mark on my right side of the neck, where you can feel your own pulse. Before I know it, I'm standing outside, looking at my bike. I unlock it, and I'm on my way to school. Soon I am at the location where the thunder hit me. I get of my bike, and inspect the ground. Not a single mark. A tingling starts going down my spine. The bad kind. I hop on my bike again, and I don't look back. I can see dark clouds gathering far off in the horizon. I turn past a couple of hedges, and BAM! Pain. Not as much as before, and more in my left foot. "I'M SO SORRY!" I hear. Another bicyclist had run into me. "It's okay" I say, I think. Not sure actually. "I'M LATE FOR WORK, MY CAR WOULDN'T WORK, AND I'M SO SORRY "I said it was okay! These hedges are dangerous, now get to work!" I say to him, not being in the mood to be angry. "I will, thank you!" he says, and he's on his way. I get back on my bike, but I can't use my left foot, so it goes very slow. 07:57 I finally get into the school. Everyone is busy getting their stuff from their lockers. I see Marcus L, but he doesn't notice me more than usual, as if yesterday never happened. Well, it did, but I guess he doesn't remember it. Such a shame, I'd love a big cock plowing me during that awfully long lunch break. The bell rings. I start to walk towards the classroom, but I limp, my backpack hangs rather heavy from my right shoulder. From behind I hear a voice. "Need some help?" The voice belongs to Marcus S, another jock of my class. In a way, our class is rather good. We keep together, and help each other. I have no time to reply before I can feel his hand on my shoulder, taking my backpack off my shoulder. I start to object, but he cuts me off. "You are injured. Going around with all the books this school keeps on giving us while having an injured foot is like asking for a hospital visit." He says. He then walks just a bit slower, getting slightly behind me, but still on my side, and puts his hand on my shoulder again, holding it there. Marcus S. is really similar to Marcus L, if somewhat shorter, about half an inch, but instead of being blonde, having a buzz cut on the sides and longer hair in the middle, he is more grayish blonde, but nowhere near actually grey, and shorter hair, with a small quiff on the front. (Hair stands up) They have been classmates since kindergarten I believe, always stayed together, but as I look behind me as I enter the classroom, I can see Marcus L. staring at Marcus S. as if he's agitated. 08:00 Pneumatics again. This time around however, I answer all the questions our teacher gives us, as I remember them from yesterday. He praises me several times for actually learning something (that's our teacher, he jokes about people, not mean, but still, and expects a joke at himself). The lesson is soon over, and its English time again. 09:45 We sit in the classroom, but our teacher doesn't come. After 10 minutes, our math teacher comes. "I'm sorry to say this, but Mrs. Anderson was in a car accident this morning." She says. "She is fine, only a broken arm and a broken leg. However, there are no other teachers here that can hold an English lesson, so you are dismissed from this lesson." There are a couple of "Hell yeah!" and "Poor woman" echoing off the walls as we take our stuff and exit the classroom. Now, we have a lunch break on 3 hours. There's something bugging me, as if I had forgotten anything. Then it hits me. I haven't been at a toilet since yesterday morning. My bladder should be so full that it'd hurt. I'm also very hungry. Having forgotten breakfast today, it felt as if there was a black hole in my stomach. The cafeteria isn't open, but there is a vendor machine here. I buy a bag with some cookies, and then I head of to my locker. I drop of my bag in my locker, and heads off to the library. Never noticing the whole way the person following me. The library is due to close in a few minutes but I am allowed to stay inside, as the librarian trusts me, knowing I'm not a testosterone mad jock, that would just have a giant party if allowed access to the library without any persons in there. I start to read some fantasy books, as the lights go out. Fumbling up from the chair I sat in, I try to find my cellphone so I can use it as a flashlight. Then from behind, I am grabbed by my arms, someone much stronger holding them against my sides. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I scream, but the only response I get is me getting turned around, and then I can feel a pair of lips on my own. Whoever it is that is holding me, forces my mouth open with his tongue, and then he starts exploring my mouth. His tongue goes everywhere in my mouth, as if he's memorizing it, tooth for tooth. When I have no more air in my lunges, I pull away, breaking the kiss. "Was I really that bad?" He chuckles at me, and then I know who it is. "MARCUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" I yell at him. "Ever since the day you were transferred to this school, I've wanted to kiss you like that. " I was quiet, this information slowly being processed by my brain. He continued. "I want you, before someone else steals you away." He then holds me tighter against his body, and I can feel his groin against my own. I can feel what must be his cock against my own, separated by our pants. I moan, and I swear that I can FEEL his smile. He takes of my shirt, but I interrupt him when he starts to take of my pants. "What if someone else comes in!?!" I ask him. "The library is closed, remember? And besides, no one outside knows that the lights doesn't work, so if anyone comes in, we'll have time to get away. That was actually a pretty good plan. He didn't waste any time undressing me, as I was soon naked, in the darkness, in the middle of school. He took my hands, and placed them on the bottom of his shirt. I slowly grabbed his shirt, using only my right hand, as I felt his abs and pecs with my left hand. When he was shirtless, I lent in closer, groping him royally. A hand on his abs, another on his back, and soon enough, I started to lick his chest. I started on his pecs, licking around his nipples, before taking one into my mouth, and gently suck on it. I did this to both sides. Then I started on the cleft between his pecs. He was moaning all the time I did this, but soon he took my hands on his pants, silently urging me to continue with what was to be done. I gladly agreed. I pulled his pants off him, and then he stepped out of them. I groped his bulge, still encased within a cotton prison. His bulge, if possible grew even bigger. In the darkness, I could not tell how big he was, but he was BIG! Maybe not longer than Marcus L, but he made that up in girth. He took my arms, and silently laid me down on the floor, his shirt as a pillow. I was soon under him, him kneeling over me. He was soon kissing me again, while holding both my arms by my head with one hand, the other caressing my cheek. He moved soon down my body, taking a hold of my erection. "You sure are happy about this, ain't you Nathaniel" He said with another chuckle. I just moaned, my hormones making me crazed for sex. "Now, were did I put it...?" He said mostly to himself, as he leaned to my left side and rummaging through his pant pockets. "There we are!" He exclaimed. Soon I heard a noise as if he shook a bottle of liquid. He was. I soon felt one of his fingers dance around my asshole, lubed and ready to stretch me. He inserted just the tip of his finger inside me, as if he was teasing me. "MORE!" I moaned to him. He obliged, inserting his whole finger into me. Yet, it was still only teasing my hole, opening me for the grand prize. His fingers were soon gone, instead used to position us right. He was on top of me now, is stomach against mine, and I could feel his proud manhood probing the area around my hole. He started to enter me, his thick head giving me some pain, but I persevered, urging him on. "Please, I need you cock in me! NOW! "Watch out for what you wish for!" He said, as he thrust his whole dick in me. There were stars. Shooting stars everywhere in the darkness. Marcus is so damn thick, that he couldn't possibly miss my prostate even if he wanted to. Slowly, he started thrusting, in and out, as far as he could go. My hand roamed his back. When I wanted him to go faster, I'd take both his butt cheeks in each hand, urging him to go faster. He'd go faster, but then he'd slow down to just a bit faster than before. "Oh god, Marcus! More! Faster! Harder!" I yelled at him "Are you in seventh heaven now, Nate?" He asked me "GOD YES!" I answered. I soon came, my cock shooting my seed between our stomachs, but Marcus kept going. I could not tell if my own eyes had rolled up, the pleasure too great. Almost everything else had disappeared from my mind. Just sex. I could not believe his stamina. In and out, in and out he went, raking my insides with his big cock head. My hands were stretched out, trying to grab hold of anything, the pleasure just overwhelming. When he'd thrust out, I'd try to pull him back in immediately, but he were just too damn strong. We started to kiss again, his tongue once again dominating mine in my mouth. His right hand were under my head, pressing my face against his, while his left hand was holding my thigh, using it as leverage so he could thrust harder into me without us gliding apart from each other. Half an hour later, and two more ejaculations from me, did Marcus come. He bellowed out his release, but the thick bookcases with all their books made it no louder than a whisper to anyone outside the library. His cum flooded me. I don't know how long he came, as all I could feel was the slowly ebbing rhythm of his cock pulsing inside me, giving me part of his life essence. He thrust into me once again, making sure his cum goes deep in me. He then collapses on top of me. His weight is not crushing, rather more comforting, oddly enough. I do not know how long we just lie there, but we were soon interrupted. "Hello? Anyone in here?" We hear. Someone had entered the library, even though it's technically closed. Marcus gets off me quick. He starts to gather his clothes, and I'm not far after him. We scurry to get our clothes on, trying to be quiet, as ominous steps come closer to our location. As I get my pants on, the person can't be more than fifteen feet from us. I practically roll to my right side in the darkness, and I can feel Marcus going in the same direction. The steps soon goes past us, a faint mutter about "stupid people forgetting to turn on the frickin' light!" When the person is past us, I take Marcus' hand and we silently head the other way. We are just past the door into the library, a majestic glass door, as the light turns back on inside. We watch the clock, and it's 11:27. Marcus heads over to the cafeteria, and I follow him. We soon see the other people in our class. When Marcus L. notice us, I see he has a frown on his face. "And where have you been?" He asks us. "I couldn't find you two anywhere in the school!" Marcus S. were just about to answer him when I beep in. "We were in the Library. Marcus here needed some help with his algebraic logarithms." "I checked there but it was closed! And the lights were out!" He retorts. "We were in the back, by the study tables. We had a table lamp on." I answer him. "I were allowed to help him by the librarian due to my spotless history in both this school and the one back home, and if, I ACTUALLY DID something in there which is not allowed, I'd get sent home." I can see Marcus is not fooled by my excuse. I can see how his muscles tense when he looks at Marcus S. Soon, lunch is over, and we head of to P.E. 12:25 Watching all the hot guys in my class change clothes is cruel. The quote, "So close yet so far away" springs to mind. But if watching before P.E. is cruel, then watching after P.E. Is fucking torture. Soft cocks, hanging balls, hard abs and oh so big nipples on pecs so defined. Especially now as I get to see two cocks on two bodies that I have actually felt, sucked and got fucked by. As I get dressed in appropriate clothing for P.E. I notice that I had accidentally put on Marcus S. boxers. I soon see his gaze meet mine, and he has a grin on his face, as he also discovered that fact. Our teacher tells us to meet him outside in a few minutes, as we are to throw some javelins, and I notice once again that Marcus L. is limping on his right foot. Soon I hear once again that he injured his foot yesterday while playing soccer. My javelin goes into the earth fairly often, but nowhere near the ones thrown by the more athletic ones in my class, but just a bit further than yesterday. The sun is almost scorching hot on our bodies. Soon enough, P.E. is over, and the dreaded yet loved moment where I get to see everyone naked arrives. 14:15 This time, I'm quicker to shower than yesterday, not wanting to be left alone with Marcus L. knowing he'd confront me. It's just really silly, actually. We've had sex, and the next day he doesn't remember it, and he gets agitated when I'm left alone with someone else. The time loop thingy start to hurt my head thinking about it. I have no time to swap boxers with Marcus S. as said; I do not want to get alone with Marcus L. I'm out the door soon, and I can actually feel now that his boxers are more stretched in the groin area. I start to get a boner thinking that my junk is touching the same material that have gotten the glory of touching his junk. I look at a clock, and it says 14:37. I soon figure out that in one hour and seven minutes, it's been a whole day since I got zapped by the lightning. The rain starts outside as I get to my bike. "That's odd" I think, as the rain had started when we were showering yesterday. I start to pedal as fast as I can, so that I do not get zapped before getting home. I soon get past the area where I did get zapped, but nothing happens to me. I start to freeze, as the rain is pounding down on me. I am soon outside my apartment, and I am just about to lock my bike, when I hear it. And feel it. Again. The ionized lightning had hit me once again. The pain ever as torturing, and the smell haunting my senses. I can barely feel myself falling down on the ground, the cold asphalt numbing my body thankfully. My eyes soon close, as the world once again disappears from my sense. 06:45 I jolt awake once again. My alarm goes off just seconds after. With a shaking hand, I turn it off. Then I notice that I am naked in my bed. I look to the foot of the bed, and notice that both Marcus's boxers are lying there. I jolt away from my bed, running into the bathroom. As I check my neck to see if there are any more marks, I notice that the first mark that looked like the number 1 now looks like a number 2. ############################ That is all for this chapter folks! I uploaded this to Nifty on Wednesday the Twelfth of September. I know that I said I'd post the next chapter on Sunday, but the peer pressure from the readers have changed that! I'll upload twice a week now! But I haven't decided who else to write about, so I'm going to give you some names, and names only. Hampus, Martin, Edvin, Rikard or Tobias. Do note, all these persons actually exist, but with slightly other names, and thus, I already know what they look like. I have done a pretty awesome sketch of Marcus L. on DeviantArt, and I will upload a pic of Marcus S. after I send this chapter to nifty! I'll try to draw the other guys before Sunday! http://nathanielabercrombie.deviantart.com/ No requests about other people. I have also decided to post twice the amount of chapters, making a total of ~30 chapters! I'll make a poll on deviantart soon, about which person should be next, so GET THERE AND CHOOSE WHO YOU WANT TO READ ABOUT :D If I don't get any answers in the poll, no new chapter. Email-nathanielabercrombie159@gmail.com My readers have been very nice , especially one named Patrick! He's helped me make a more interesting plot, of which you will likely get to know more about in the next chap! But there is also one person I can't believe is actually an adult. MademoiselleGazell. I am not an Illuminati spy here to cover up a real version of this story. THIS IS FANTASY!