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This Chapter contains more sexual activities from two underage boys, if its illegal where you are, don't read this (Wtf are you doing on this section of Nifty anyways?!). This is mostly a work of fiction, if this resembles anything true to you, well hell, you might know me, as there is some truth to this story based on activities in my own, old life (6 years ago is old, right?). Please send an e-mail if you like this. Haven't got one in awhile and I"m wondering if people are even still reading. Anyways, enjoy, and of course! Tell me what you think. E-mail above. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5: We're in big trouble... Or are we big trouble?
This day started like any other, the wake up call from Jason. The day got underway just like any other, the picking him up, and cruising our usual hangouts. We went by a few of them not seeing anyone, and when we went by the park where our little suck fest happened, we grinned at one another. After a quick scan of the surroundings we located a group of friends. We hopped out and rolled over with what was left of our pound, hoping to trade for some liquor, and that's when things went oh so wrong.
"Oh look. The two fagots are here."
We where in shock by that comment. What does he mean by that? These people are usually excited to see us because we bring some of the finest herb. These people where all at least 3 years our seniors, and where beginning to develop that manly strength us boys just didn't have. One of them could have easily shit kicked both of us.
"What the fuck do you mean by that asshole?" I shouted, almost loosing my temper.
"You heard me fagot!"
I was perplexed by this situation. I mean, what I did or didn't do was Jason and I's secret. "Ya, what ever homo. Shut your hole, we came for to trade for some booze." I brushed it off as playful banter, yet I knew, somehow, he wasn't joking.
"I ain't giving you shit! Your giving me that bag of dope and never showing your fagot ass around here again, you fucking fagot."
Enough with this! "What the fuck is your problem? You startin' shit or something bitch?" Oh god. What was I saying! Bite your tongue boy!
"We saw that little fagot over there sucking your dick. That's why we called the cops on you two fagots! I guess the pigs where to busy with they're dough nuts to catch some ferries like you."
That statement hit me like a fucking sledge hammer, nearly flooring me. I looked over at Jason, who, in his non confrontational self, just stared at them, emotionless. It was kinda scary. My eyes returned to the now converging group. This scared me. They're like dogs, they can smell fear. "Oh? You think you can rob us now?!" I whipped out a little shank I had in my pocket. This'll show them!
They laughed. No no. Knives are scary! Not funny! Then I realized what was so funny, when the whole group brandished they're own knives. Fuuuhhhck. "Fagot. You think that scares us? We're going to knife rape you and leave you for dead!" They got close. One of them was close enough to possibly do damage with the blade to me. Jason, still emotionless and quiet, just took a step back. What on earth was he thinking!... What was I thinking!? He can't protect me... hell, I can't protect me! This was bad.
Fuck it. I can protect him! "Jason! Run. I'll take care of these bitches!" I turned my attention back to the group, holding my shank as threateningly as possible.
Then like... what the fuck. Out of no where I see Jason reach inside the front of his pants. This is no time to jack off fool! They're going to stab us! "Greg. Get down." With that, he pulled out cold hard steal! I was standing there staring down the barrel of my friends gun, and no, not his dick. Duck? Is he fucking retarded? I dived to the side to get the hell out of the way of that arm cannon.
"Waist those fools!" I screamed. Not really knowing what I was saying. Years of rap music had taken away all shock factor with guns, and killing, mostly.
"Get the fuck back" Jason screamed. They did exactly what he said.
"You little fagot! Where'd you get that?"
He cocked back the hammer on the '38. "I'd watch what you say before I smoke you bitch."
I'd never heard him talk like this. It was exciting... I was hard! I adjusted so they wouldn't see and stood up to join by his side. I whispered over "You crazy mother fucker..."
"Ya..." he whispered back. "Get on your knees bitch" He screamed, pointing at the leader of the group who we knew as Trunks. He did just that. "The rest of you, step the fuck back and turn around. If you look I'll blow your fucking brains all over the pavement." They did just that. My cock was throbbing. He walked up to the kneeling victim, and pistol whipped him, knocking him out cold. His hair began to thicken with blood. "If you fuckers ever try to start shit with us again, I'll smoke you. If you tell anyone about this, I'll smoke you. Got it?" There was silence. Good. I didn't want to hear another word.
"Jason, lets get the fuck outta here."
We did just that. We never heard another word from those people about what they saw. I'm pretty sure my tiny companion scared the living crap outta them. Now, onto more pressing issues. We hopped in our car, and drove around, in silence (well, as silent as you can get with our music blaring) until we found a new park, one we'd never been to before. We parked next to it.
"Where the -fuck- did you get the strap!?" Silence broke!
"Well... uhh"
"Just spill it!" I really wanted to know! He was strappin! He was like all the gangsta's I heard in my music!... That guy is a gangsta!
"Uhh, well. I've kinda been going out at night after you go home. It's so boring in my house and I usually don't sleep until late."
"Ok, so what does this have to do with the strap?"
"And you call yourself a genius!" He paused, waiting for me to retort, I just motioned for him to continue. "You remember those bolt cutters I found?" I nodded. "Well, I've been watching this house for a few weeks now. Lotsa Asians have been going in and out, so I learned they're patterns. One day, when I knew everyone was gone, I cut open a bunch of storage sheds in the back, there was mostly crap but this was in there. There where a bunch more to but I only grabbed one. Don't want to piss them off.... I guess"
"Woh! Lemme see it!" He didn't hesitate. He reached to his crotch and pulled out the gat and handed it to me. It was heavier than I thought. He showed me how he thought it worked (we'd never really been able to play with guns. The closest I ever got to one was in a delivery I made and got busted for, but I only saw the guns when we got to court), like where the safety was, how to pop out the revolver cylinder, and how to cock it. "Dude, this is awesome." I handed it back to him. "So what now?"
"Well... we got a gat. We can roll a liquor store or something!"
I laughed. His emotions didn't change... he was serious! Gangsta to the core baby! "Fuck man... I've never seen you like this before. You're hot. I've been fucking hard since you whipped it out!.. You wanna?"
"Ya, what the fuck. People will already know." But they didn't. Who knew?
We didn't hesitate much. We hopped in the back seat, both of us with the obvious bulge in our low-ridden jeans. I started undoing my pants, he did the same. My cock was revealed with a swat as it flicked up and hit my tummy. Jason did the same. It was my turn. I bent forward and swallowed his just-teenage dick. I let my tongue slide sideways and let it slowly lick the tip of his dick and slide slightly into the slit. My tongue worked that dick like a hooker on a corner. I rolled back his skin and ran my tongue around the edge of his mushroom. I started jerking it as I tended to the head. I could see his nearly hairless skin at the base of his cock stretch and pull upwards adding skin to the tip of his dick. I loved it, and my tongue loved it. I kept jerking his cock as I slid down lower and took his smooth ball in my mouth, I licked that too. I kept getting lower and spreading his legs farther apart exposing his chode. Another target for my tongue! The peach-fuzzed area was delicious. It got my full attention as I slowed his jerking. It got boring and my tongue couldn't get all the way to his hole due to this confide space, so I just worked my way back to where I started. I payed a little more attention this time around to his other ball, then up, back to his tip as I sucked and jerked him off. I used my teeth lightly to massage the edge of the mushroom through his skin. My tongue probed the entrance of his foreskin tasting the precum oozing from his slit. I stopped the jerking again and began a full on suck, taking his erection all the way into my mouth. I felt an intense feeling as he blew his load in my mouth. It was small, but enough. I sucked that beautiful cock dry. Now, that intense feeling was not just me being happy for him getting off, I managed to blow my load all over my shirt... without even being touched. We both leaned back facing each other, his dick glistening with my saliva and his juices, and mine, just looking soggy and wet.
"That was intense." I said, trying to figure out why there was white goo all over my shirt. "You didn't even need to touch me, and I still busted my nut!"
He gasped for breathe and just grinned in silence. We slid ourselves back into the front seat, and pulled our pants back up, trying not to get the cum on our belts. I searched the car, and found some kleanex in the glove compartment. I tried my best to sop up the cum on my shirt. It got most of the clumps, but the stains remained. It was still pretty early, about 6pm, the sun wasn't even down yet. We still had plenty of time to do bad, and with this new tool, we can do some real bad. We didn't do much that night, except rob some dealer we didn't know for a pound, and added it to our slowly dwindling bag. We needed a new place to smoke, we can't just hang out in a park in case pigs roll. We'll loose the gat and go to jail! So we took the bolt cutters and found a garage with just a pad lock. It took both of us to cut the lock, but it was a success. We walked in and pulled on a string which turned on a light. It was pretty old, dust, and cob-webbed, as you'd expect from a garage. We found some things to sit on and rolled a few joints. We found a stock pile of wine in a box, and started pounding it back. Most of the shit after that is a blur, but somehow I made it home before curfew. I didn't need to jack off. The intense orgasm I had earlier with Jason was enough to keep me for the night. I rolled up tightly, fought off the spins, and slept.
Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long. I've been trying to get motivated to write but I kinda drained myself by pumping out the first 4 as quickly as I did. I'll probably go in spirts, who knows when the next one will be, but I'll give ya a hint, 'he' is going to be an important part of the next few chapters. And once again, lemme know what you think of the story! gtastory@gmail.com