Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2009 09:09:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jorge Papi 14

Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and
this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy
because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments,
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"Wake your ass up! You're gonna be late!!"

  I unfortunately had to wake up to Jorge screaming his head off trying to
get me out of bed. Still feeling groggy I just turn my body and force my
eyes shut trying to go back to my marvelous dreamland. In my most recent
dream its me and Jorge on a private plane with my family and we're
vacationing around the world. Father and mother are in the opposite isle of
the plane happily enjoying each other's company. Grandma and grandpa from
both my mother and father, who passed before I was born, are on the plane
as well talking about the good old days. The days when women wore long
flowing dresses and their hair in ponytails which left something to the
imagination. The days when men were gentlemen and the days when teenagers
actually went outside to people's houses instead of this constant
infatuation with texting and shit like that.

"I was having a nice dream. Why must you fuck shit up?"

"Go shower now before I fuck you up!"

"Where am I going Jorge?!"

"To school."

  I can't even remember the last time I've been to school. I thought they
had already labelled me a drop out but apparently not. Using all my
strength I threw the thick covers off my body and half assidly limped to
the bathroom for a quick wash. Last night's shower fuck left me numb
feeling in my bum and I already knew sitting down was going to be quite the
chore. The piping hot water running all over my body was sending to me
extacy. My hair was curling up because of the extreme humidity yet it felt
so good to twist my head around so the hair brushed across my neck and
upper back. Pouring the liquid soap all over my body and rubbing it around
with my hands I gave myself a massage. Looking down I saw my cock hardening
at a rapid pace. As I began to gently lather it in soap I was taken out of
my trance by a loud banging on the door.

"Get your ass out the shower!"

  Walking out the bathroom I shot a dirty look at Jorge. Damn him for
stopping short the best shower I've had in a long time, possibly ever.

"Where are my jeans papi?"

"Look in the back end of the closet."

"Why is my shit back there?"

"Thats where I put it."

"Dumb fuck."

  Feeling good I decided to throw on my gray skinny jeans with a tight
shirt and flip flops.

"Skinny jeans and flip flops Chrissy?"

"Its to hot to wear sneakers. I don't want my feet all sweaty."

"You're so fucking weird."

"But you like me that way."

"Well that's true."

  When I was fully dressed I raced down to the kitchen to grab the keys
because I had a sick fantasy about driving s super fast car. Walking slowly
outside, as if I were in a movie, the sun sparkled over the sleek black
corvette and there was a nice tint on the windows. Standing there admiring
it's beauty Jorge interrupted my view to hop in the passenger seat. I guess
he silently gave me permission to drive his prized beauty. Crouching down
in the driver seat I felt a rush of adrenaline. My legs were shaking, my
palms were sweaty, my mind went blank. I popped the key in the ignition and
before I knew it the speed pedal had been pressed to the bottom of the car
floor and the meter read I was doing 100mph. Not faint if I hit anyone I
pressed down harder because this baby had to be able to hit 200.

  All my adrenaline was fastly replaced with pain and I lifted my foot off
the pedal slowing the car down dramatically. Looking down at my leg in
puzzlement I saw Jorge had stuck a small pocket knife in it near my
leg. When the car reached a screeching halt I held a tight grip on the
steering wheel trying to piece myself back together.

"Why did you stab me?"

"You were about to kill us you psycho!"

"But I was having fun."

"Yea, a little bit too much."

  I drove the rest of the way to school at a pedestrian's pace. What's the
point of having a super fast car if you're not going to do anything fun
with it? We pulled up into the school parking lot with a bunch or eyes on
us. I spotted Eric smiling in anticipation as I nonchalantly walked towards
the entrance. His big blue eyes and pearly white teeth were sparkling from
the beaming sun as he held his arms open for a hug.

"Chris! I haven't talked to you in so long! Where the fuck you been?!"

"I've been around town is all."

"Chris you cheap slut!"

"Eric you dumb bitch." I replied with a loving smile.

  I turned around to see Jorge running towards the gym field for some type
of sports practice, whatever sports never peak my interest. Me and Eric
slowly walked to class so we could catch each other up on everything that
has happened these past couple of days.

"You know that Jason kid sounds hot."

"Well he kinda was. But you already know I've been happily married for two
decades!"

"Marriage is a bitch isn't she?"

"Well it takes on to know one Chris."

  The school day went by pretty quickly and everyone, for some odd reason,
just starting paying lots more attention to me. I guess when your hooked
with the most popular person in school everyone wants to be your
friend. But I know it's all a bunch of phoney shit. I was in chemistry and
it was, by the grace of god, my last class for today. My head was laid down
on the desk and with my left hand I scribbled all over a blank sheet of
paper rather than copying down important notes like I was supposed to. Did
I care? Nope because I can always hack the school's computer system to
change my grades. I've been doing that since freshmen year and since then
my 3.5 GPA has stood strong. The sudden loud ringing of the bell woke me up
and I ran out the class before any of the other students. Eric was standing
against Jorge's corvette waiting for me I guess. However there was some kid
walking towards Eric and even though he looked quite familiar I just
couldn't figure out from where. Running towards Eric I saw it was Jason
from McDonalds.

"Jason?"

"Chris? Oh shit what are you doing here?"

"This is my school, what are you doing here?"

"I walk through this parking lot everyday because my house is right there
behind the field."

"Wow never thought we would meet again."

"So um Chris are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

  I looked at Eric with a what the fuck face. He winked and smiled at me so
I guess he wanted to get to know Jason the same way Jason wanted to get to
know me.

"Well um Eric this is Jason. I met him at Mickey D's. And yes this is the
kid that almost got into it with Jorge."

"Jason this is my lifeline Eric. I've known him since the beginning of time
and yea."

"Hi Eric nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

  Aww did I just play Cupid with these two boys? I thought Jason was
crushing on me but he pretty much pushed me in front of an 18 wheeler just
for Eric so I guess that horse is dead. For a good ten minutes I just
quietly stood there trying to accept the fact that the third wheel was my
role for today, and waiting for Jorge of course.

"Christian!"

"Ah shit." I moaned.

  Turning around I saw Jorge walking towards me with fire in his
eyes. Seeing Jason definently sparked some hidden fury and maybe he wanted
to take it out on me? Well I hoped he did. Jorge stood on the opposite side
of the far staring hatefully at Jason.

"Papi he's not doing anything wrong."

"Why the fuck is he even here?!"

"This is his way home my god!"

  In between the back and forth yelling of me and Jorge I spotted Eric
walking with Jason towards his house. A part of me said go Eric! Yet
another part said is he that easy? Still daydreaming I didn't notice Jorge
running and snatching Eric up on his shoulder. He ran him back to the car
while Eric stood there with a look of disappointment on his face. I walked
to Jason thinking maybe I could comfort him.

"Why are you sad?"

"Leave me alone Chris."

"What did I do?"

"Its your fucking boyfriend! What was the point of snatching away Eric? We
were just gonna go to my house to chill and fucking talk! Nothing was gonna
happen."

"Ok. That's nice and all but why are you telling to me? Talk to Jorge."

"I can't say one word to that goon. You know if I walked to him he'd
probably rip my head off!"

"How about --"

  Jorge, going through one of his days, pushed me to the side and just
stared Jason down. I looked up to saw total fear in Jason's eyes and Jorge
had a look of violence in his.

"Look I don't want any issues, I just want to get to know Eric."

"He told me."

"Can he come with me Jorge?"

"The fuck? You call me sir. And nothing else."

"Well can he come with me sir?"

"Fine. But I swear to god if you do anything to Eric there will be no
mercy."

  Jason just gave conformation that Jorge was now his superior. If he would
have had the balls to defend himself maybe this all could've been avoided
but whats done is done. Eric and Jason walked away holding each other's
hands smiling like little school girls. How cute.

"Jorge why can't you be all cutesy like that?!"

"Thats so fucking lame."

"And? I'd kill for a boyfriend like that."

"You make me sick Chrissy."

"Suck my dick."

"Whatever."