In the Arms of an Angel The Angel's Tale Chapter 3
By W.B. Harrell
Disclaimer: Don't read this if it offends you, your too young, or it's illegal in your state, country, ect. (Translation: do it and don't get caught.)
Author's Note: Yes, yes! It is I, the great Wil, returned from a long literary slumber. Almost a half a year seems so long. I'm glad to be back to you guys and would especially thank my best bud Cyan for all his support.
It's been a while you guys, I'm so glad to be back! I've waited and waited and waited, but the e-mails just keep coming. Not every day or every week, but I have at least five for every month asking me to continue this series. After a bunch of bullcrapping about false reasons for not writing and failed other stories, I decided to come back. But you know what the main reason was? I got my soul back. I got a boyfriend, and everything's just great. Plus, I'm finding myself overwhelmed with inspiration, so...here we go.
There's not much left, only chapters 3-10 and I have a lot to write, so on to it. Oh yeah, keep in mind, this is Chaz's POV.
Wisdom for Today: Guests and fish stink after three days.
-Ben Franklin
Chapter 3
Over the next few weeks, me and Jason became inseperable. It was great just being with him, you know, but I loved being AROUND him. He has this cynical sense of humor that could keep me laughing for hours. Sometimes to pass the time during classes-we had four together-we would make up impromptu stories about the people sitting next to us.
One, for instance, there's a guy who always psycho t-shirts. He's pretty cool, goes by the name of Jake. I mean, he always has some kind of cool tee. He wore one that said "Black Bull, The Mature Manure" the day we picked him for our storytime. Somehow, in only thirty minutes, he became a secret agent who's job was to DRAW attention to himself.
We spun this story for the whole period, somehow creating this odd, so interconnected thing that even we couldn't remember how it got stared in the first place. Me and Jason were always doing stuff like that. We would sometimes include Chris, but he could never stay up with us. Together, Jason and I became every teacher's nightmare. Mr. Lankford sent us to the office a record thirteen times in two weeks--five-day school weeks.
Somehow, all this seemed to strengthen our relationship. We had our song. We had our sexual relationship. Then we had the whole fun-loving friends thing going for us. I think Chris somehow fell off the boat, and I felt sorry for him, but I wanted Jason to myself.
I didn't have him all to myself, though. He was having this pseudo-on-again-off-again relationship with Kieyla Hernandez to keep his image clear, and mine too for that matter. I quickly learned not to trust Callie Nugent, the only one he knew about Jason, and I suspect...me. She seemed totally untrustworthy and I warned Jason, but he brushed it off. Said he knew her since kindergarten. Didn't help me, though.
But anyway, like I said before, me and Jason got really close. I mean CLOSE. Don't get me wrong, me and Jason were best friends, but sex with him was AMAZING. I've never felt so many feelings at one point in my life than when I have sex with him. It's just so many things that make my heart go, you know?
There's that way he gasps when he cums. Kind of like a cross between a kitten's purr and that sound you make when you jump in cold water. The way his lashes flutter when he sleeps, then there's the way his hair kind of spreads out on the pillow like some kind of halo. I love his skin, too. I love the shades. Light caramel skin (his grandad's half-Mexican) and chocolate nipples. There's a little curly strip of hair that starts just at his navel and...god, it just pulls you straight down to his dick.
He gets kind of self-conscious about his dick. I'm about an inch and a half bigger than him, so he automatically feels he has a two-incher. I'm still working on helping him with that and let me tell you....I'm enjoying it! But anyway, I love how he flips his hair when he's thinking and that sexy way he chews on his lower lip that almost always merits a kiss from me.
In short, I love him. Completely. Nothing could stand in our way. Or so I thought....
The End
Sorry it's so short. We'll see about it with the next chapter. As always, remember to e-mail me. wbharrell@hotmail.com