Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 19:56:06 -0800
From: Greg Andraeson <gtastory@gmail.com>
Subject: GTA: We're in big trouble... Or are we big trouble? Chapter 5

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This Chapter contains more sexual activities from two underage boys,
if its illegal where you are, don't read this (Wtf are you doing on
this section of Nifty anyways?!). This is mostly a work of fiction, if
this resembles anything true to you, well hell, you might know me, as
there is some truth to this story based on activities in my own, old
life (6 years ago is old, right?). Please send an e-mail if you like this.
Haven't got one in awhile and I"m wondering if people are even still
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Chapter 5: We're in big trouble... Or are we big trouble?

This day started like any other, the wake up call from Jason. The day
got underway just like any other, the picking him up, and cruising our
usual hangouts. We went by a few of them not seeing anyone, and when
we went by the park where our little suck fest happened, we grinned at
one another. After a quick scan of the surroundings we located a group
of friends. We hopped out and rolled over with what was left of our
pound, hoping to trade for some liquor, and that's when things went oh
so wrong.

	"Oh look. The two fagots are here."

We where in shock by that comment. What does he mean by that? These
people are usually excited to see us because we bring some of the
finest herb. These people where all at least 3 years our seniors, and
where beginning to develop that manly strength us boys just didn't
have. One of them could have easily shit kicked both of us.

	"What the fuck do you mean by that asshole?" I shouted, almost
loosing my temper.
	"You heard me fagot!"
	 I was perplexed by this situation. I mean, what I did or didn't do
was Jason and I's secret. "Ya, what ever homo. Shut your hole, we came
for to trade for some booze." I brushed it off as playful banter, yet
I knew, somehow, he wasn't joking.
	"I ain't giving you shit! Your giving me that bag of dope and never
showing your fagot ass around here again, you fucking fagot."
	Enough with this! "What the fuck is your problem? You startin' shit
or something bitch?" Oh god. What was I saying! Bite your tongue boy!
	"We saw that little fagot over there sucking your dick. That's why we
called the cops on you two fagots! I guess the pigs where to busy with
they're dough nuts to catch some ferries like you."
	That statement hit me like a fucking sledge hammer, nearly flooring
me. I looked over at Jason, who, in his non confrontational self, just
stared at them, emotionless. It was kinda scary. My eyes returned to
the now converging group. This scared me. They're like dogs, they can
smell fear. "Oh? You think you can rob us now?!" I whipped out a
little shank I had in my pocket. This'll show them!
	They laughed. No no. Knives are scary! Not funny! Then I realized
what was so funny, when the whole group brandished they're own knives.
Fuuuhhhck. "Fagot. You think that scares us? We're going to knife rape
you and leave you for dead!" They got close. One of them was close
enough to possibly do damage with the blade to me. Jason, still
emotionless and quiet, just took a step back. What on earth was he
thinking!... What was I thinking!? He can't protect me... hell, I
can't protect me! This was bad.
	Fuck it. I can protect him! "Jason! Run. I'll take care of these
bitches!" I turned my attention back to the group, holding my shank as
threateningly as possible.
	Then like... what the fuck. Out of no where I see Jason reach inside
the front of his pants. This is no time to jack off fool! They're
going to stab us! "Greg. Get down." With that, he pulled out cold hard
steal! I was standing there staring down the barrel of my friends gun,
and no, not his dick. Duck? Is he fucking retarded? I dived to the
side to get the hell out of the way of that arm cannon.
	"Waist those fools!" I screamed. Not really knowing what I was
saying. Years of rap music had taken away all shock factor with guns,
and killing, mostly.
	"Get the fuck back" Jason screamed. They did exactly what he said.
	"You little fagot! Where'd you get that?"
	He cocked back the hammer on the '38. "I'd watch what you say before
I smoke you bitch."
	I'd never heard him talk like this. It was exciting... I was hard! I
adjusted so they wouldn't see and stood up to join by his side. I
whispered over "You crazy mother fucker..."
	"Ya..." he whispered back. "Get on your knees bitch" He screamed,
pointing at the leader of the group who we knew as Trunks. He did just
that. "The rest of you, step the fuck back and turn around. If you
look I'll blow your fucking brains all over the pavement." They did
just that. My cock was throbbing. He walked up to the kneeling victim,
and pistol whipped him, knocking him out cold. His hair began to
thicken with blood. "If you fuckers ever try to start shit with us
again, I'll smoke you. If you tell anyone about this, I'll smoke you.
Got it?" There was silence. Good. I didn't want to hear another word.
	"Jason, lets get the fuck outta here."

We did just that. We never heard another word from those people about
what they saw. I'm pretty sure my tiny companion scared the living
crap outta them. Now, onto more pressing issues. We hopped in our car,
and drove around, in silence (well, as silent as you can get with our
music blaring) until we found a new park, one we'd never been to
before. We parked next to it.
	"Where the -fuck- did you get the strap!?" Silence broke!
	"Well... uhh"
	"Just spill it!" I really wanted to know! He was strappin! He was
like all the gangsta's I heard in my music!... That guy is a gangsta!
	"Uhh, well. I've kinda been going out at night after you go home.
It's so boring in my house and  I usually don't sleep until late."
	"Ok, so what does this have to do with the strap?"
	"And you call yourself a genius!" He paused, waiting for me to
retort, I just motioned for him to continue. "You remember those bolt
cutters I found?" I nodded. "Well, I've been watching this house for a
few weeks now. Lotsa Asians have been going in and out, so I learned
they're patterns. One day, when I knew everyone was gone, I cut open a
bunch of storage sheds in the back, there was mostly crap but this was
in there. There where a bunch more to but I only grabbed one. Don't
want to piss them off.... I guess"
	"Woh! Lemme see it!" He didn't hesitate. He reached to his crotch and
pulled out the gat and handed it to me. It was heavier than I thought.
He showed me how he thought it worked (we'd never really been able to
play with guns. The closest I ever got to one was in a delivery I made
and got busted for, but I only saw the guns when we got to court),
like where the safety was, how to pop out the revolver cylinder, and
how to cock it. "Dude, this is awesome." I handed it back to him. "So
what now?"
	"Well... we got a gat. We can roll a liquor store or something!"
	I laughed. His emotions didn't change... he was serious! Gangsta to
the core baby! "Fuck man... I've never seen you like this before.
You're hot. I've been fucking hard since you whipped it out!.. You
wanna?"
	"Ya, what the fuck. People will already know." But they didn't. Who knew?

We didn't hesitate much. We hopped in the back seat, both of us with
the obvious bulge in our low-ridden jeans. I started undoing my pants,
he did the same. My cock was revealed with a swat as it flicked up and
hit my tummy. Jason did the same. It was my turn. I bent forward and
swallowed his just-teenage dick. I let my tongue slide sideways and
let it slowly lick the tip of his dick and slide slightly into the
slit. My tongue worked that dick like a hooker on a corner. I rolled
back his skin and ran my tongue around the edge of his mushroom. I
started jerking it as I tended to the head. I could see his nearly
hairless skin at the base of his cock stretch and pull upwards adding
skin to the tip of his dick. I loved it, and my tongue loved it. I
kept jerking his cock as I slid down lower and took his smooth ball in
my mouth, I licked that too. I kept getting lower and spreading his
legs farther apart exposing his chode. Another target for my tongue!
The peach-fuzzed area was delicious. It got my full attention as I
slowed his jerking. It got boring and my tongue couldn't get all the
way to his hole due to this confide space, so I just worked my way
back to where I started. I payed a little more attention this time
around to his other ball, then up, back to his tip as I sucked and
jerked him off. I used my teeth lightly to massage the edge of the
mushroom through his skin. My tongue probed the entrance of his
foreskin tasting the precum oozing from his slit. I stopped the
jerking again and began a full on suck, taking his erection all the
way into my mouth. I felt an intense feeling as he blew his load in my
mouth. It was small, but enough. I sucked that beautiful cock dry.
Now, that intense feeling was not just me being happy for him getting
off, I managed to blow my load all over my shirt... without even being
touched. We both leaned back facing each other, his dick glistening
with my saliva and his juices, and mine, just looking soggy and wet.

	"That was intense." I said, trying to figure out why there was white
goo all over my shirt. "You didn't even need to touch me, and I still
busted my nut!"
	He gasped for breathe and just grinned in silence.
We slid ourselves back into the front seat, and pulled our pants back
up, trying not to get the cum on our belts. I searched the car, and
found some kleanex in the glove compartment. I tried my best to sop up
the cum on my shirt. It got most of the clumps, but the stains
remained. It was still pretty early, about 6pm, the sun wasn't even
down yet. We still had plenty of time to do bad, and with this new
tool, we can do some real bad. We didn't do much that night, except
rob some  dealer we didn't know for a pound, and added it to our
slowly dwindling bag. We needed a new place to smoke, we can't just
hang out in a park in case pigs roll. We'll loose the gat and go to
jail! So we took the bolt cutters and found a garage with just a pad
lock. It took both of us to cut the lock, but it was a success. We
walked in and pulled on a string which turned on a light. It was
pretty old, dust, and cob-webbed, as you'd expect from a garage. We
found some things to sit on and rolled a few joints. We found a stock
pile of wine in a box, and started pounding it back. Most of the shit
after that is a blur, but somehow I made it home before curfew. I
didn't need to jack off. The intense orgasm I had earlier with Jason
was enough to keep me for the night. I rolled up tightly, fought off
the spins, and slept.



Author's Note:
Sorry this one took so long. I've been trying to get motivated to
write but I kinda drained myself by pumping out the first 4 as quickly
as I did. I'll probably go in spirts, who knows when the next one will
be, but I'll give ya a hint, 'he' is going to be an important part of
the next few chapters. And once again, lemme know what you think of
the story! gtastory@gmail.com