Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 02:57:04 +0000 From: Mason Rowley <m.rowley9@hotmail.com> Subject: Damien's life after Robbie 3 Disclaimer: this story features high school (under aged) teenagers having consensual sex. If this is against your beliefs or illegal in your location, then turn around now. Nifty.org is an excellent and free service, and I highly encourage everyone on here both reading and writing to donate to keep this place going! Damien's Life After Robbie Chapter 3 The weekend passed relatively uneventfully. Jason's party on Saturday was fun, but Damien still felt empty without Robbie. He moved through his days, still confident looking and smiling, but missing his love. When Wednesday came around, a slightly disgruntled Damien had to go to his school's main office. Damien had consistently had trouble in his math classes, so he finally decided to sign up for the school's tutoring program. He would be tutored by a student in a higher math class, and he was looking forward to it- not only bringing up his math grade, but also having some human interaction other than his tight knit group of friends. He entered the main office and was informed he'd have to wait a little bit before he could get the papers. Damien nodded and turned to an open seat, but his eyes caught the student seated next to the empty seat. The students eyes traveled up Damien's body, and when he caught Damien's eyes on him, he blushed bright red and his eyes shot to a different direction. Damien smiled and sat down next to the student. He was a good looking kid; black hair cut relatively short, pale (Damien had a bit of a thing for pale kids, so his interest was piqued), and blue eyes that reminded Damien of Robbie's. Damien sat down next to the kid. "I'm Damien," he said, cutting right to the point. The kid, whose eyes had been trained intensely on a poster all the way on the other side of the room, looked a little taken aback that Damien was talking to him when he turned to look at him. "Yeah, I know who you are. Oh that sounds creepy, um, I only know you 'cause you're popular and like everyone knows you so that's how I know and-" "Whoa, whoa, calm down man, it's fine." Damien laughed. He found the kid cuter and cuter by the minute. He was actually taller than Damien; but his voice was a little higher pitched than one would expect with his physical appearance. "What's your name?" "B-Bradley. Bradley Samson." Bradley was clearly nervous. Damien raised an eyebrow, still amused by the kid's unnecessary nervousness. He also suddenly realized the name was familiar, and the realization hit him. "Oh yeah, that's right! You came out last year. Good for you. It takes a lot of strength to do that." In truth, Damien was envious of Bradley; he had the strength to do something Damien couldn't. Bradley seemed to loosen up a little when Damien reacted positively to him. Damien realized Bradley probably would think he would get a beating if Damien realized who he was. "Thanks," he said with a smile. Damien took out his phone. "Here, Brad. Put your number in my phone, and text me if anyone fucks with you. There's a lot of ignorant assholes in this school." Bradley smiled brightly, pleasantly surprised by Damien's kindness, and put his cellphone number into Damien's contacts. He handed Damien back his phone. "Of course, we can also just talk." Damien said with a smile. Much to Damien's dismay, the secretary called Bradley's name and said his meeting was ready. "I'll text you, alright? Oh, sorry if this is sudden or something. Just looking for new friends." Damien said rather meekly. Bradley smiled widely. "No, no, it's fine, really. You're pretty cool, Damien. I'll look forward to your text." Bradley said as he stood. Jesus Christ, Bradley Samson had an incredible bubble butt. Damien couldn't keep his eyes off of it as Bradley walked to the front desk. It stretched out Bradley's shorts a fair bit; he was even walking with a bit of an awkward sway. Damien's mouth went a little dry and his cock hardened up a bit. With a smile, he went into his phone and sent Bradley a text. DAMIEN: Basement bathroom, 11:35. If you want too ;) ----- "Holy shit, fuck yessss...." Damien hissed. Bradley handled Damien's thick nine inches expertly, and almost reverently; he clearly took great joy with every moan and groan that left Damien as he licked up the length of the cock, or when he expertly took the whole thing down his throat, nose buried in Damien's trimmed pubes and eyes fluttering. Bradley stroked the saliva covered dick and swiped his tongue along Damien's large balls; Damien's head tilted back against the stall wall, a sigh escaping his mouth. Bradley resumed his attention to Damien's dick, bobbing up and down, gagging slightly as he went farther. Damien's moans grew louder and louder. "Fuck, Brad, I'm so fucking close. Shit, yeah!" Damien rapidly stroked up and down Damien's shaft, Damien's dick head resting on his outstretched tongue, his eyes staring deep into Damien's. His cock pulsed, and shot after shot of his hot load jetted into Bradley's mouth and onto his waiting tongue. As Damien's incredible orgasm subsided, Bradley closed his lips around the thick cockhead, sucking the oversensitive tip clean. He stood up and audibly swallowed the load with a smile on his face. "You taste pretty fuckin' good." He complimented Damien, who smirked and began unbuttoning Bradley's own pants. Bradley looked at him with his eyebrows raised. "Quid pro quo, bro." Damien said with a smirk. "I'm gay too." Damien admitted- he wished he'd done it sooner, he hated the idea that for a moment Bradley thought Damien was some douchebag jock who was using him to get his rocks off- but he was definitely gonna make up for that. Bradley looked shocked, then smiled widely. "Holy shit, Christmas came early!" Bradley said happily. Damien smiled back, and looked down as he got Bradley's pants unzipped. He pulled them down with Bradley's boxers, and took a moment to appreciate Bradley's dick. It was of average length; pale like the rest of Bradley. The dark pubes above it were trimmed down short. What surprised Damien about Bradley's dick was how incredibly thick it was; it wasn't grossly thick, but still considerably thick. "Fuck," Damien said under his breath, before sinking to his knees. He looked up at Bradley, who was looking at him intensely and biting his lip. Damien smirked before gripping the thick member and licking a long wet swipe up the length, and engulfing the thick head into his mouth. As Damien went down on him, Bradley was making these little moans, his head tilted back up against the wall. It didn't take long for a fairly large load to shoot out of his fat cock into Damien's waiting mouth. Damien swallowed the cum happily. Damien stood up as they both rearranged themselves back to looking presentable, and there was a bit of an awkward moment- Damien looking up slightly, Bradley looking down slightly- Damien had to prevent himself from going in for a kiss, he really did. He didn't want Bradley to be a rebound. Bradley was too nice of a kid. Damien cleared his throat, looking down slightly. "I'll text you later, alright? And thanks." Damien said with a smile. "No problem, and thanks to you too," Bradley said with a bright smile. ----- Despite the awkward ending to their little escapade in the stall, Damien found himself texting Bradley almost constantly. Conversation flowed easily between them, and Damien took the chance to get to know more about Bradley. For a kid in a school that had very few gay people, he'd never really ran into much bullying, but he also never stood out. That was purposeful. He knew if he made waves he'd get a lot of shit, which pissed Damien off- Bradley had to basically hide to avoid bullying for who he is. They got along really well, and Damien was looking forward to talking to Bradley more. ----- Connor Rodriguez entered his room quietly, tuning out his mother ranting at his troublemaker of a brother in Spanish, her native tongue. He dropped his backpack on the floor, and sat down at his desk, turning on his laptop. Logging into his email account, he saw that he had an email from Mr. Peters, his physics teacher and the head of the tutoring program. Connor was paired with Damien Nicosia, the well known and ultra sexy jock. Connor audibly gulped. Damien was an alpha male jock, and Connor was a nerd. A closeted gay nerd, no less. This would not end well, at all, but against his better judgement, Connor replied that would be fine, and he looks forward to it. With a sigh, Connor sat up and went to his bathroom, locking the door. He turned the shower on, and began to undress. Maybe it was because he had Damien on his mind and Connor was comparing his body with his own, but when he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt like he looked extra inadequate. Compared to Damien, who had the looks of a Greek god, Connor was nothing. He wasn't especially skinny but he definitely wasn't muscular either, just sort of average. He wasn't even chubby; there was a layer of baby fat that prevented any of the definition he possibly could have from showing through. He had light brown skin due to his Latino heritage; his brown hair fell to a little above his eyes. He absolutely hated his face; it was sort of oddly pointed, and his eyes were naturally always half open. He felt he was absolutely ugly. With a sigh, he got into the shower and dreaded tomorrow's free period where he would have to meet with Damien.