Date: Sun, 1 May 2016 18:59:08 -0500
From: Diego Co <dcontr64@gmail.com>
Subject: Just Stop Talking

Just Stop Talking Pt. 1


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We sat in our class rolling our eyes and sighing. The clock ticked slowly
and effortlessly as my eager classmates waited for the bell to ring and our
dismissal. I look at him again, this time catching his gaze before he
looked away. He was so damn cute and I just didn't have the guts to talk to
him. I tried for weeks and still didn't find a reason to talk to him. I
looked at his grey shoes, his heels clicking and lightly tapping his
backpack. His skinny jeans hanging loosely to his scrawny body. His large
sweater covering his thin arms, while his hoodie covered his light brown
hair. We spent the past few months catching each others gaze but neither
knew how to approach the situation. Our study hall class carried on and on,
and I frequently checked the clock to find a disappointing response.


I decided to pull out my notebook and get some work done. I opened my
Spanish textbook and began flipping through looking for my study guide. I'm
not the most organized person, so I definitely forgot the sheet at home.
Damn. I felt his presence again, so I looked up. "I have the review guide
if you want it". My body froze and I felt a surge of electricity. He talked
to me. "Uh.. yeah do you mind loaning it to me?" "How about I just send you
a picture so that you can have a copy, also you won't lost it haha" his
brown eyes lit up as he laughed, his hoodie falling as he opened his
backpack searching for his paper.


"I'm Joe by the way". He held out his hand, awaiting my response. "Dan,
nice to meet you" I croaked as I awkwardly met his high-five with my
handshake. What was I thinking? I blushed a little and he laughed again,
this time I looked at his full lips and bright teeth. His tongue darting as
he spoke, I have no idea what he was saying, I was just so mesmerized by
him. His eyebrows looked trimmed and clean, as if he spent some time either
shaving them himself or threaded. His eyelashes standing long and proud,
his nose sculpted and his bare chin covered by light hairs.


"So what do you think?" I fell back to Earth and realized I zoned out
again. "Uh sorry, what?" "Haha dude, I asked if you maybe wanted to study
together or something?" "Yeah" I said, this time lightly pinching myself to
make sure i wasn't dreaming. I invited Joe to my house, and we spent the
rest of study hall chatting. It turns out, Joe's family moved to Chicago
over the summer, and you're probably wondering where *here* is exactly?


I live around 30 minutes north of "the windy city" in the bustling suburbs.
My mom and dad grew up here, so my brother and I pretty much no nothing
more than this quiet and boring place. I'm your average guy I guess. Just
barely 17 at 135 pounds and a solid 5 feet 11 inches. I wear my wavy dark
brown hair at a medium length. I have brown eyes and plump lips. My skin
often compared to honey, which you rarely see under my hoodies and hats
that I frequently wear.


Anyway, we sat in his car after that gruesomely long day, the radio blaring
some new pop song I was unfamiliar with. His eyes cloaked by sunglasses as
we continued our small talk. "Do you smoke?" He asked, as he pulled a
cigarette box from the glove compartment. I immediately felt my stomach
sink, ugh why does he smoke? gross. "No." I responded rather sharply. "No?
Damn you came off as a total stoner, my bad." "Oh, weed? haha I thought you
meant squares." "No haha see" as he pulled a joint from the box and
searched for a lighter. His mother didn't approve of his smoking habits so
he had to do everything before or after being home, so we sat in his car
down his street passing the joint and talking. We walked into his house,
somewhat baked and definitely not in the state of studying. "Food?" he
asked as he opened his enormous fridge. My mouth watered and we chowed on
the various snacks. We walked across his carpeted house past the various
rooms, until we finally reached his room. He opened the door and I was
greeted by a perfectly sorted, clean bedroom. I made a note to clean my
room before inviting Joe over. He sat on his bed and made room for me to
sit, although his lanky body took up a large amount to begin with. We sat
next to each other and pretended to study, mostly making jokes and talking
about girls in our class.


After a while he grew quiet and I felt an odd vibration from him. "What are
you thinking about?" I asked. He looked at me, eyes still lightly glazed
and red. "Just... I don't know. I think, if we're gonna be friends I should
be real with you. I don't actually think any of those girls... well uh... I
just." He stopped, and looked back at his book. I sat, looking at him more
perplexed than ever. I gulped any courage I had left and said "you're gay.
Aren't you?" He looked up at me, alarmed and terrified. I saw him attempt
to speak but no words came out. "NO WTF?" he said. I jumped at his volume
and apologized. I immediately regretted my decision to say that, why was I
so stupid? I felt my eyes tear up a bit, and began collecting my things.


"Sorry Joe, but I just..I just..that was stupid of me, and not okay. I'm
sorry. You just said that so it made me think and-" He threw himself at me
and began kissing me. "Just stop talking" he whispered. He continued
kissing me as he pinned me against his bed. Our tongues slowly working
towards each other and mingling. I felt his soft nibbles at my lips and his
hands gliding through my hair. He began lightly thrusting his hips on me,
both errections growing and becoming apparent. He found a tight grip on my
shirt and began lifting it. He stopped kissing me briefly and began feeling
my chest. He found my nipples and gently tongued them, while putting both
hands on my hips and gaining speed. He began working lower and lower
towards my belt as his breathing became louder. I felt my heart beating so
quickly, biting my lip to avoid quivering.


He unbuckled my belt, avoiding my cock and tracing my legs. I stopped him,
his eyes meeting mine and falling out of his trance. We kissed again, this
time I undressed him. I admired his subtle abs, apparent due to his skinny
frame. He had a light trail of hair leading to his crotch. I felt his butt
through the silky boxers, while increasing speed of our makeout.


Again we stopped, this time for him to suck my cock. He lapped and drooled
over it, gargling all 7 inches until his nose met my trimmed pubic hair. I
felt the rush of ejaculation and stopped. "Do you want to-" "Yes." he
responded, as if our thoughts had synced. I removed his boxers and admired
his soft flesh of a butt. I felt his hole while rubbing my own cock. He
lubed himself while I put a condom on, and I began inserting myself. I felt
his hole tighten as he gasped, mumbling something before biting his pillow.
I thrusted myself into him, gaining speed and eventually filling him with
my hard rod. I felt his cock as we had sex, stroking him and playing with
his large balls. "I'm gonna cum, I shrieked" I pulled out, and came all
over his soft ass. I scooped it gently with a finger and let him suck and
taste it. He flipped over on his back and I began sucking his cock. He was
around 7.5 inches with a small bush of hair, however his cock was
definitely thicker. I struggled to fill my throat with half of his cock,
before finding his hand pushing my head down lower and lower. I gagged
until eventually feeling his warm cum down my throat. He moaned and played
with my hair, as I swallowed it all, then fell on his chest.


I looked at him, and he smiled at me as he playfully smacked my head. I
began opening my mouth to speak and he stopped me with a kiss. "Just stop
talking" as he smiled again.