Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 00:28:42 +0800
From: hating life <hatinglife99@gmail.com>
Subject: Gossip - Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This is a story about characters from the television show
Gossip Girl.  It is a work of fiction and the author does not claim any
knowledge about the private lives of actors Chace Crawford, Ed Westwick &
Penn Badgeley, and this story implies nothing about their sexuality.

I do not own these characters, adapted for television by Josh Schwartz and
Stephanie Savage and produced by CBS Paramount Network Television, Warner
Bros. Television, College Hill Productions, and Alloy Entertainment.

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A few hours later, Nate roused from the nap he took on the soft Egyptian
cotton sheets, with his best friend completely naked beside him. Chuck's
arm was spread across his chest. Careful to not wake Chuck, Nate cautiously
moved Chuck's arm off. He sat up on the bed, and it struck him. He just had
sex with his best friend. And his best friend loved him. What was going to
happen next? Nothing would ever be the same again.

Nate thought he should quickly leave before anything further could take
place. He could not talk about it with Chuck, not right away at least. He
quickly went into the shower and washed off all the dried cum on his abs
and chest. As the water washed away the wet stains on his skin, Nate was
scared. He did not want to lose his best, and probably only, friend because
of a stupid mistake on both their parts. He closed his eyes and let the
water run over his chiseled face, as though letting the water wash away the
guilt he had.

Quickly drying off and dressing up, Nate headed out of the bathroom and
tried making his way to the elevator, only to find Chuck already awake,
dressed in the same royal purple robes he was wearing previously, and
nursing a scotch at the minibar in his room. "Want a drink?" Chuck asked.

"No, I think I should go now," Nate replied firmly.Ê

There was a momentary silence as both of them looked each other in the
eyes. Chuck saw that Nate was afraid. "Look Nate, I.."

"No.. Uh thanks for putting me up here last night. It means a lot," Nate
interrupted, before entering the elevator that had come. He left Chuck.

Putting down his drink, Chuck angrily punched the marble tabletop.
Resigned, he buried his face in his arms and let his tears flow. He had
screwed up big time. Why couldn't he just keep his feelings to himself.
After all, he knew how unreliable urges were. After what they had done,
nothing would be the same again.



Nate exited the Palace Hotel, and walked down Madison Avenue. What exactly
just happened that morning? What did it mean? To Chuck, was it just serious
or one of his many elaborate liaisons? What if it were real? How could they
ever go back to being just friends?

It also bugged Nate that he actually enjoyed the sex that happened. Did
that mean he was gay? He was a virgin, since Blair was rather conservative
about sex, they had never had sex thus far, and now that their relationship
was in the pits, it was an issue they would not touch for a long time.

Engrossed in his thoughts, Nate didn't even realize that he bumped into Dan
Humphrey, his classmate from St Judes. Stopping to apologize, "Hey dude,
sorry about that. Wait a minute, why're you here in Manhattan, don't you
live in Brooklyn?"

Dan replied, "Oh don't worry, I'm fine. Just came by to see if I could
catch Serena. Haven't been able to contact her and she doesn't seem to be
in right now. I think I gotta go home, see you Monday."  Dan waved and
walked off towards the train station.

One step at a time, Nate thought. He'd think about Chuck and him later
on. Right now, he thought he should go home to apologize to his mother for
how he treated her the night before.



Daniel Humphrey lived in Brooklyn, and was the poorest student in
St. Judes.  He did not have a privileged background, and his parents,
although divorced, worked hard to put him and his sister, Jenny, through
the elite schools in Manhattan so that they would hopefully gain admission
to a prestigious college.

Dan reached the loft apartment he lived in with his father and Jenny. Dan
saw a note on the counter, "Jenny and I are headed to the gallery for an
installation, coming? Text me, from Dad." Dan flung the note aside and
decided to take a shower before replying.

In the bathroom, he took off his clothes and jumped into the steaming
shower. It was a relief from the icy weather outside. He cleaned himself,
shampooed his curly black hair and toweled off. He wrapped a brown towel
around his waist and walked towards the door. He caught the sight of
himself in the mirror. He stopped and looked in the mirror, something he
definitely couldn't usually do as Jenny would be bugging him to get out of
the shower.

He was average, lean but not thin, and had some muscles, although
definitely less than the athletic jocks in school, like Nate. He was a
bookworm and spent most of his time in the library studying, not in the
field playing lacrosse or soccer. He did enjoy watching sports though, but
was just alright playing them. He had dark and hairy armpits, and some
hairs grew on his chest, around his pink nipples and between his chest. As
he unconsciously brushed his arm across his chest, he looked down at the
trail of hair leading from his abdomen down beneath the towel.

Suddenly he felt a twitch down there. As he stared himself in the mirror,
he felt his erection pushing up against the heavy towel holding it down. He
took off the towel around his waist and let it drop to the cold tiles
beneath his large feet. The trail of hair from his abdomen spread into a
thick growth of curly hairs around his semi-hard cock.

Still looking at this reflection further, his cock slowly rose up. It rose
up to a full eight inches and stood up perfectly straight in the cold
room. He found this sight rather funny to himself and giggled a little. He
posed and laughed even more at his reflection. He did a upright stand with
a salute, and his pale cock stood straight up against his abdomen, nearly
reaching his belly button. And a series of others.

With each pose, he felt his cock getting harder and harder. He was turned
on by his own body. Which boy didn't? He then remembered, he had to go soon
to meet his dad and Jenny. But his erection wasn't going away just yet, and
it would not stay hidden inside the slacks he planned to wear. Grinning at
his reflection, his fingers stroked the length of his cock, which jerked
when he touched it.

He continued looking at his reflection and slowly stroked his cock with his
fingers, from the base of the cock to the tip, now purple and engorged. It
was a sight. Then he cupped his balls, covered in a thin layer of hair, and
were tight from the cold weather. His cock looked magnificent.

He clasped his hand over the shaft of his long cock and started
rhythmically jerking it, continuing to look at the reflection of himself
masturbating. Living in a house where your dad had such flexible working
hours and a sister home nearly all the time meant that you couldn't wank
much. He was determined to enjoy this moment.

As he jerked off, he finally took his eyes off his reflection and started
at his hard and shiny cock head. Drops of pre-cum slowly oozed out and he
used it as lube to continue wanking. Having been standing and watching
himself for at least 20 minutes already, Dan decided to move to his
bedroom. He opened the door, checked for anyone in the house, and then ran
across the loft stark naked into his bedroom. Closing the door, he sat on
the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, and looked at his cock
again, it was still raging hard. He took it in his hand again and continued
pumping up and down faster and faster.

With his right hand on his cock, he wanted to explore further and decided
to play with his own ass. He had read on the Internet that it was a
surefire way to enjoy a wank. He slid one finger into his mouth and coated
it with spit to lube it up. And then he took the finger to his hairy hole,
already feeling more turned on than before. He teased his hole by circling
it with his finger, feeling all the hair there and finally, he started
pushing the finger into his tight little hole. He let out a little groan.

Slowly teasing, he finally managed to put in the first section of his
finger into his ass and wiggled it about in his hole. It was altogether a
new sensation that he had never felt. It was his first time finger-fucking
himself. He slowly pushed more of his finger into his ass and let out a
longer and satisfied moan, and his eyes rolled upwards. Before long, his
entire index finger was buried up his tight little hole and he then began
to fuck himself, pushing his finger deeper into his fuckhole and then
pulling back a little, before plunging it deeper into his ass, groaning in
ecstasy each time. He had stopped stroking his cock as it lay hard on his
stomach. He loved the sensation of fondling his hole.

Feeling ready, he licked up his middle finger, and then plugged two fingers
up his ass, feeling the ring around his anus tighten over each plunge of
his fingers. By this time, he was moaning away rather loudly as he felt his
insides feel so sexually charged. He was fucking horny this time.

By the time he put in his third finger, his right hand had grabbed his cock
again and started stroking again, he spit hard on his cock and used it to
lube up his cock. He was beyond hard now and his cock throbbed with each
jerk and pull, and also with each motion his fingers made in his sensitive
ass. He moaned in rhythm and without warning, he must have hit his own
prostrate and that sensation drove his mind insane. It was the BEST feeling
he had ever had.

"Oh fuck, this feels so good ughh!" He moaned as he shot out eight hot jets
of cum over his young body. Over his pale chest and abs, over the thick
bush surrounding the monumental cock he had, and the last few shots
dribbled over his shaft and his balls. His asshole twitched and tightened
with each shot he made, and his three fingers lay inside it.

He leant back on the side of the bed, panting as he felt the intensity of
the jerk off fade away. Slowly, he took out finger by finger from his ass,
and felt it instantly close up again. He was covered in cum and
perspiration even though it was cold inside his room. Looking down at the
white, hot and sticky cum all over him, he smiled and dipped one of the
fingers he fucked himself with in it and then licked that finger clean. It,
no, HE, tasted so good to himself.

He grinned and then realized he needed to shower again. He told himself,
"This time I won't look into the mirror again," then chuckled.


Back in the Palace, Chuck lay on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling,
still pondering what to say to Nate, and wondered what things would be like
if they were ever in the same room again...


- End of chapter 2 -

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