Hey! You right there...DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW YOUR READING THIS! This story is meant for people 18 years and up, you better exit nifty right now b4 I find you and hurt your little raunchy ass.
"Fuck me, Christ I'm pretty sure half the shit I want you to do to me right now is illegal in like most countries", I shrieked. His hand slid down to my now hard as hell dick, he grabbed it and gave it a couple of hard tugs. " You know I've always wanted you but I never really...I don't know...realized it. I mean I guess every guy has like a guy crush or at least thinks he's really attractive, I remember when I first met you I just really liked you but I never knew that I "LIKED" you in that way because I was still like 7. But I knew you were different from the other guys I knew, if they said to me 'hey Braeden' I would just say hey and walk away, but if it was you god I would smile and get really nervous and I don't know want to hug the shit out of you....I...I know it sound stupid but damn kid you gotta bear with me". " And I thought you said I talked a lot", I joked as I slid my arms around him and rested my head against his chest. "Mmm, god this is happening so fast, I can barely keep up". I sighed.
I felt his body tense "you don't want this...to happen", his voice wavered a little.
"Oh god no, I've always wanted this I'm just overwhelmed at the fact that I got my wish I guess"
"Ditch with me, let's go to my house I just want me and you in our own world for atleast the rest of the day". He unlocked his embrace around me and walked over to grab his clothes, his firm taut ass teasing me.
"oh...I don't know, I mean....what if I get like caught then I'll get a phone call from home saying 'A student in your household was missing from one or more classes' and then my mom would be so pissed and then she'll kick me out after I get like obsessed with skipping school. Then I'll live on the street and like get syphilis or crabs or something like that then I'll get like abused by a pimp and like die on the sidewalk because I got stabbed by a hobo's broken crack pipe".
"Hahahaha, I really enjoy your rants, they are so cute and your imagination...WILD!" He laughed as he grabbed me and pulled me against his body. He was so warm; I swear to god I wanted to marry him that instant.
"No but seriously I want to, b...but I can't", I pulled away from him and started to put all my clothes on. K now I know you guys are like 'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU CHILD, HE WANTS YOU TO COME TO HIS HOUSE, ALONE...TOGETHER...EITHER YOU HAVE LIKE SOME SERIOUS CONTAGIOUS GENITAL DISEASE OR YOU'RE JUST PLAIN DUMB'. But I did want to go, but what if he started to have doubts...I know it's a stupid excuse but it's true, I mean common really; Braeden is like a 99.999999 and then there's me I'm like legit a 10.99999. It's really intimidating, and I hate that feeling so Imma just go to class and pretend to give a shit about what happened during the Egyptian era.
"No, you are coming with me, if I have to carry kidnap you...oh trust me I will".
"You bluff", I sneered not believing he would legit do that, I turned around to pick up my backpack, when I felt his strong arms wrapped around my slim waist and lifted me over his shoulder. He picked up my back pack and his with his other arm and walk out of the school without a single tremble, fuck he was strong.
"Oh jizz, Braeden you need to put me down now" I shrieked.
"No"
I tried to struggled, by arching my back and wriggling my body, but that didn't help because once he got to his car he fling me gently across the back seat and climbed in. The look on his face, you could feel the sex oozing from his skin, his warm breathe caress my face sensually. He brushed his fingers against my face and then slipped it into my mouth I sucked on his index finger hungrily grazing my teeth against the meaty part. He pulled his finger back out and slipped into his mouth, our eye contact never broke. His face started to move in closer, his sweet hot breathe enveloped my face making my face warm up in arousal.
"Want me to kiss you?" he asked seductively, his voice filled with sexual tension that sent chills up and down my spine...all I could do was nod. "Want me to stick my hot tongue in your mouth and caress it with your tongue". I nodded again.
"Just fucking kiss me already, I can't fucking stand this teasing" I moaned, throwing my arms around him and planted my lips against his hot lips, he shoved his tongue in my mouth. He obviously dominating me won the tongue wrestle. His grounded his hard cock against mine.
"Stop", I moaned shakily. "I'm going to be late for class". Wow! Real fucking smooth Bryson, just perfect, like what the fuck is wrong with me. I've got a sexy 250 pound of pure sinewy muscles grinding his hard cock against mine and all I can think about is how late I'm going to be for class...fuck I need help.
"Really, you're still thinking about you're fucking attendance", he chuckled; he gently pushed me off him and sighed in defeat. "It's because him isn't it?"
I knew exactly who was talking about but I asked anyways. "About who?"
"Don't play dumb with me Bryson, this is about him...Stiles, right I know you guys have been fucking" I cringed at his words. "You...you know something maybe you should GO back to school...now".
I should have said something...I don't know anything but I just got out of the car and simply said, "I'm sorry, Braeden"
"Ya so am I" he whispered, he drove away leaving me alone in the parking lot. I can't believe it I'm such a fucking idiot; I've been waiting, wishing and praying for this boy since I ever laid my eyes on him and now that I have him, I let him slip from my finger without a single struggle or thought that I might regret it later. I sat down and wrapped my arms around my knees and pulled it close to my body. Tears stung my eyes, my lips trembled and I bit them till they drew blood trying but not even succeeding to hold back those tears. Thunder cracked loudly and as sudden as gun shot. The cold rain beat on me, but I didn't move, I just rocked back and forth and let the rain wash my tears away. My body shivered violently from the biting cold, goose bumps formed on my forearms, my breathing became laboured. I closed my eyes and just kept crying. I really don't understand what the hell is wrong with me, I can't believe I let him go that easily, I have...no I NEED to get him back. No one and I mean absolutely no on e...not...not even Stiles, would take me away from Braeden, my Braeden.
"Brooks...brooks". I heard a familiar voice...so familiar, yet so far away.
" What the fuck, what in god's name are you doing out here in a fucking tank top, it's raining...oh god...oh shit"
I opened my eyes and I was in my room, the T.V was on but the volume was muted, I sat up and felt a sharp pain stab right through my mid-section, I gasped and fell back against the bed.
"Frozen Ball sacks, that hurt like a motherfucker!"
"Well, you may look like shit and feel like shit, but you still have an amazing way with words", I heard him say. He walked towards me with a bowl in his hands, the steam rising from it. He placed it on his lap and slid into the bed with me, the smell of the soup overtook my sense, my mouth watered and I groaned out loudly.
"Please tell me that's supposed to for me, because I swear if it's not I'm three seconds away from dying of starvation", I turned to face him and leaned in to smell the soup.
"If I say yes, will you suck my cock", he smirked and I dipped the spoon into the bowl and slipped it into my mouth not caring if it brunt my tongue.
"Uhhh, Oh jizz, I'll suck your dick for the rest of your life if you make this soup everyday", I moaned.
He pulled the spoon out of my hands and started to feed me.
"Uhm excuse me, I think I can feed myself", I tried to reach for the spoon but he pulled it out of my reach.
"Uhm excuse me, my soup, my rules".
"Asshole", I muttered as I let him feed me.
After I finished the soup he turned on his side to face me, his hands raked through me hair. His touch tickled me but warmed me up; I know I shouldn't feel this way. But I couldn't help it.
"So you wanna tell just what the fuck you were thinking, sitting in the fucking cold rain with only a flimsy wife beater and sweatpants on. Like seriously Brooks, what the hell is wrong with you...you really confuse me".
Oh shit I totally forgot all about the fight me and Braeden had, now remembering it I felt a tight feeling in my chest, my breathing got laboured I close my eyes and sighed heavily. Swearing to myself that if a single tear fell from my eyes I would dunk my face in acid!
"Oh mmm....uh, I'd rather not". I replied lying down and covering myself completely with the covers that after hour and hours of apologizing and 13 boxes of Godiva chocolates my mom finally forgave and forgot about her spermy sheets.
"Now!" his voice filled with authority. I guess I kinda owed it to him, I mean he did save my ass.
I did the famous Napoleon Dynamite sigh, and proceeded to tell him what happened....
"So that's what happened and before your head get big, I didn't-"
"Awww you dump your life long crush for me...I don't know what to say brooks" he smirked.
"Well ya don't have to say shit because I didn't dump him for you...I didn't even dump him, we were never dating. Plus you don't have to get your hopes up...because I'm going to everything in my power to get him back...he's mine".
"Well then I'll be right there with you every step you take"
"Wait you really mean that, you're gonna help me get him back" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"HA! FUCK NO, I meant I'll be there every step of the way to stop you or ruin your chances...because you are MINE!" he said with such determination, it sort of excited, but frightened me at the same time.
"Mmm, ya thought so...HOLY FUCK! What time is it?" I shrieked jumping off the bed.
"5:56, why?"
"Oh my god, it's Monday, I need the remote ahhhh!" I dived for the remote on the floor and turn the T.V on to 60 CW.
"What the hell?" Stiles yelled as he stood up and walked over to me on the floor.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!! Like seriously you do not speak to me when Gossip girl is on, it's the season premiere you stupid fuck" I yelled at him.
"Wow...you really are a fag", I heard him mutter as he walked out.
"Takes one to know one" I said quietly but the pillow to the face proved otherwise.
Ahh Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, Vampire Diaries ( don't judge, it removes the aftertaste of Twilight), 90210, Jersey Shore and Supernatural are the only reason I wake up in the morning...the deep sexy voice of Ed Westiwck, The sexy face of Chad Michael Murray, the mysterious vampire character of Ian Somerhalder, the brooding handsome Matt Lanter, I would say something about Jersey Shore they are all too greasy but Vinny would make an exception and last but not least JENSEN ACKLES and his sexy bad boy persona. Ya I know I need to get out more...but no fuck you...I have all the drama I need right here in this 60 inch...yes that right I said it 60 INCH HIGH DEFINITION T.V
"Ahhhh, that was AMAZING!" I turned of the T.V and stretched.
"You done blabbing about the stupid show, because there's this movie I wanna see and I kinda wanna see it with this really cute queer", he smiled, this time it reached his eyes. My breath caught, I stood up and sat on the bed.
"Oh common you can do better", I pressed.
"No really, I can't this is the best I could do, now it's either you take it or I'll shove it up your skinny tight little virgin ass", he pulled up from the bed and embraced me.
"Oh fine, god what movie are we seeing?" I pulled away from his tight embrace and kiss his cheeks, before turning around and putting on my good jeans (don't speak; I happen to accept the fact that I am a slob).
"Well, I really want to see Shark night, it's in 3D".
"OMFG! That's the movie I want to see too", I shrieked and jumped on his back. "To the movie theatre, my sexy stud muffin".
When we got there, Stiles wanted to get a seat in the back, but I wanted it in the middle, after a full 30 minutes of arguing the bastard won.
"Why the hell do you even want to sit in the back seat, I mean you won't really experience the 3D-ness of the freaking movie", I snapped at him, seating down at the back ot the theatre no one sat in our aisle everyone else sat in the middle or the front.
"So I can do this..."
"Hunh...what the h-"
Suddenly I felt his hands slid up my thighs slowly, rubbing his hands against my crotch.
"Oh fuck how the hell am I supposed to focus on the movie, when you're doing that" I groaned pulling him in for a kiss. His lips were hot and sweet, I took in his scent, he tasted just like he smelt...sweet cherry and minty...mint?
He finally pulled back but his hands on my crotch never budged, I felt so hard and I thrusted up against his warm hand. I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled his hands away and zipped down my zipper then I stuffed his hand back in and thrusted my hips up.
"Oh fuck, you drive me crazy Brooks" he growled, as he sucked on my neck.
Finally we stop with the kissing and groping and kept watching the movie. After the movie...which was fantastic by the way, Chris Zylka and Dustin Milligan need to get together with me so we can fuck till we pass the fuck out, because damn they were fucking hot!
"So is the part where I kiss you and invite you in". He said, pulling me close to his hard body.
"Ha! No...This is the part where you get out of my way so I can go inside, I have to take the biggest piss my kidney has ever produce". I pushed him out of the way and quickly ran in.
"Quite the fucking romantic, aren't you Brooks" he yelled out.
After possibly the longest piss ever known to man, I went to my room and collapsed on my bed exhausted. I took my clothes off and pulled the covers over my body and sighed. "God, Braeden I can't believe I let you go like that, I'm so fucking sorry and stupid". I felt the tears sting my eyes...oh balls I really didn't want to cry but oh fuck it, feels good to do it.
"You okay in there Brooks, could have sworn I heard you crying", Stiles's head peeked in through my bedroom door.
"Oh...uh...uhm I'm okay...Goodnight", I tried but my voice betrayed me, I busted into tears.
"Shit, what's wrong Brooks?" he strode towards my bed and got in bed with me. His strong arms wrapped around me, making me cry harder.
"It's your entire fucking fault...it wasn't supposed to happen this way, he was all I wanted...then you...you just, god!" I pounded my fists against his chest and cried.
"I'm sorry..." was all he said, before his lips met mine hard and desperate. He moved on top of me and grinded his cock hard against my naked cock. I bit his shoulder hard, making him groan louder.
"Say my name", he growled.
"Stiles...."I moaned.
His thrusting became fast and hard, I dug my nails into his shoulder and scratched all the way down his back. I bite down on his shoulder blade....I could feel it...the point of no return, like a white hot fire that burn through the depths of my fucking horny ass soul. I clunged to him for dear life as the orgasm took over my body like a fucking hurricane. I wriggled uncontrollably underneath him.
He collapsed on my body, his weight knocked the breath out of me but I didn't complain I wanted him on top of me, his body was like a natural blanket...if there ever was such a thing. I sighed in content the last thing I heard before dozing off was Stiles whispering "I'm sorry Brooks" to me.
Next morning I tried so hard to forget what happen between me and Stiles but every ten seconds the image of him on top of me popped in my head, causing to me to have a raging hard on throughout history class. The bell finally rang signalling next period gym...great with Stiles and Braeden. Life's good!
I walked into the boys change room, with my head low trying to avoid attention. I quickly strode to my locker and open it pulling out my clothes; I turned around and overheard a conversation between Stiles, Braeden and his friends.
"Holy shit man, who's the lucky girl that's got your back looking like a fucking scratch post!" Dominic exclaimed.
"Ha, the scratches...they fucking drive me crazy, turns me the fuck on...it's from someone very special" Stiles said, his eyes meeting mine, he held his gaze.
"Fuck that kinky man....mind introducing me to this special someone?"
"Ha I think you miss the part where I said this person's special".
I blushed like crazy closing my locker door and quickly walked out of the locker room, but before I left Braeden's eyes met mine, I saw betrayal and hurt in them...and mostly anger. Oh shit!
I walked into my house and went straight to the fridge, leaving Stiles to bring all the groceries in.
"Would like some help Stiles....oh no Brooks, I'm perfectly fine carrying 4 sets of grocery bags on my own...oh look I can even open the door!"
"Who the hell are you talking to?" I said walking over to the living room, with my huge tubs of chunky chocolate fudge delight ice-cream. The door bell ranged but knowing me I was probably too lazy to go get the door.
"YOU'LL GET IT!" I screamed at Stiles.
"Stupid lazy lard ass", I heard him mutter making me laugh.
"MONTGOMERY! What's up bitch!" I heard someone yell at the door...oh fuck me I knew who that was... I always recognize that voice from anywhere.
"Holy shit! Tyson, man how you been, how's college?" I heard Stiles yell back.
"Meh same ole, same ole....hey where the hell is my favourite little fudge packer?"I heard his voice get closer. Oh god this was definitely going to be an interesting week.
HEY SO SORRY GUYS I KNOW IT'S BEEN WHAT ALMOST 3 WEEKS, I KNOW YOU PROBABLY GAVE UP ON THE STORY LOL, BUT HERE'S THE 8TH CHAPTER...I KNOW IT'S LATE BUT FUCK I'VE BENN SO FRICKING BUSY...HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME ? OH AND DONT BE AFRIAD TO EMAIL ME THOSE ENCOURAGING LETTER...THE SHIT KEEPS ME GOING...IT'S LIKE ENRGY DRINKS LOL