^^^ I just had to dedicate this to you, because your story, “There’s A Jock In My Bed!” is really awesome and I’m halfway through it. I think you write awesome BOYxBOY stories, so yeah. (:
“DUDE!”
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By: Swaggster
[BoyxBoy]
Prologue-
Keon Walden
It started with a kiss. My first kiss, might I add.
I’m going to be late for school. I’m going to be late for school. I’M GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL. Shit, fuck, pencil dick. HOLY CHEESEBURGER BALLS!
This is why I hate my younger brother. He’s an irritating, stupid little pest, who just loves to wake up really late on school days. It’s like he’s asleep, right, and he thinks in his dream-like-sleep-mind: Keep sleeping, I want Keon to be late. It’s not like he has a life anyway.
For the record, I so have a life. And my life depends on getting to school on time before I’m late and Mrs Boytim complains (again) about my lateness.
Problem?
I’m riding my bike. Another problem? My house just had to be the one on the way end, on the corner, and just had to be like, what? Six blocks from my school. Six! Couldn’t be three, just had to be six!
My brown hair whips around in the wind crazily, and I try to balance myself: one hand on the bike, the other stuffing toast into my mouth. What? It was the only thing my mom could afford to make me for breakfast. Hell, she didn’t even make it for me, she practically threw the bread at me and was all like, “I won’t be able to give you a ride to school; and here’s breakfast.”
Which was basically just saying, “Go fucking ride six blocks for all I care.”
I’m riding like the wind in the street, and as I hit a sharp corner, Blue Dale High comes into view. I smile. I’m almost there... I’m almost there... I’M ALMOST THERE! Ha, kiss my ass, little bro!
And then, the inevitable happens. Ya know how on movies, when the hero’s just about to make it to his destination and save the day? And then something goes all wrong? Well, I’m that “hero”, and saving the day would be me getting to school on time. But, what’s the thing that goes wrong, you ask? It just happens to be Heather Collins.
Lemme give you the 411 on Heather. She’s the hottest⎯and I’m not exaggerating here⎯girl at school. No one can compare. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect smile. An All-American girl. Today, she’s wearing a short skirt, and a blouse that just makes those big puppies pop out. Ya know what I’m saying? Ha, ha, ya know what I’m saying?!
Okay, anyway, back on track. So, there I was, almost to school and then there her fine ass is walking down the street. And she’s really strutting it. Her ass, and those long, slender legs (and big boobs) catch my attention.
Hey! I’m a sixteen year old, heterosexual male. How could I not be distracted by Heather’s Holy Curves?
“Damn,” I strung out the word, my jaw dropping open as I pass her by, staring openly.
And then...CRASH!
Wrecked, straight into a car. My tire flattens, my bike pops into the air, I lose my grip and go flying onto the hood of the car. “HOLY CHEESEBURGER BALLS!” I scream in midair, loud enough for the kids in China to hear. My head bangs against the glass of the car, and I know I’m bound to get a headache.
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DUDE! [BoyxBoy]
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