1. Street Lights - 2


    Date: 6/19/2017, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen, Teen, Author: SJV2012, Source: sexstories.com

    please!” We both giggle and start working on our study guides. My phone vibrates and to my surprise it's Brad. He wants to know if tonight is still on. I look up and he's staring right at me. I nod and smile. He smiles and I guess that's that. ------Fast forward, my place, 5:45pm I'm trying my best to get everything ready for tonight! My mom works everyday but Sunday from 4 to 2 in the morning at the casino as a black jack and poker dealer, so the house is pretty much mine when I'm home. She brings in okay money, nothing to brag about. I like the fact that she's a dealer. It makes me feel a little cooler when I tell people that. Anyways, I'm digging pizza out of the freezer and throwing it in the oven, looking for the remote to my projector I scored a huge discount on, and trying to get dressed. It's like Queer Eye for the Straight Guy mixed with Chopped at the moment. I usually don't try to go all out for Bobby Mac and Brad, but.. Yeah. Tonight feels different. And there it is, the magical knock at the front door. I whiz down the hall and to the front door. It's Bobby Mac. He shoves his way in and jumps onto the couch before saying hello. Ass hat. Just kidding. “Well, hi to you too Bobby Mac!” “Yeah.. nahh. I smell pizza pie!” Pizza what? “Did you just say...” He giggles. “Pizza pie?” So not in his vocabulary. He's not fooling anyone. “Shut up and go get some”. We both look at the kitchen and then back at each other before making a mad dash to the oven to get the first ... slice. He literally picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like a rag doll! He grabs my ass and starts imitating the cholo dude from Next Friday which feels weird but it's funny at the same time. He lets me down and I walk back to the living room to answer the door. Not to my surprise, it's Brad and he brought a gym bag. “Can I spend the weekend? I don't want to go home. Mom is at it again.” I nod and grab his bag. His mother is a heavy drinker and sometimes.. well.. I don't need to go there. You guys get it. The night progresses and before we know it, it's already 12. Bobby Mac's dad picks him up and it's just me and Brad. I turn the movie off and scoot closer to Brad. “So.. Brad.. about earlier.” He tenses up slightly. “What about it?” “Well.. did you like it?” I don't even know what I'm trying to get at. “I'm not gay.” He looks at the floor. “Okay, that's nice. Let me ask you again, did you like it?” “Does it matter?” I feel like pushing this a little further if he's going to avoid the question. I get up and pull my shirt off, and then straddle him. He looks at me like I've lost my mind. Hah. Good. I lean in and lick his ear lobe. I whisper into his ear, “say the word. Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop. We'll never speak of this again”. I feel him shift a little. He stays silent though. Oh well, his loss. I roll off of him, turn the TV on and grab a can of soda sitting on the coffee table next to the projector. He looks petrified. Poor Brad. I pop the tab on the ...