Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 18:36:19 -0600
From: James Clark <niftywriterjc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Out of a Dream; Chapter 14-- Talking, and Back to School

      Ok, people... I'm currently working on a story... its pretty sad at
the beginning, and I really don't know how happy it will make
everyone....  By the time this one gets posted, it should be too.  Look
for it, and the next story I will do will be a satire of the
sexualities... its gonna be more moral, so I don't know if I'll even post
it here.  But, it could end up in the no sex section.  My other story is
Lesson, in the highschool section.


 Out of a Dream
           by:
 James Clark

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I'm sticking to it!  Thank you and enjoy the story!


      Chapter 14-- Talking, and Back to School

      The next morning I woke up, and remembered my nose was broken when
I tried to lay on it.  I yelped out, and woke up Wyatt, who was laying
beside me.  I could feel my head pounding.  That's the after-effects of a
good party.

      "James, are you okay?", Wyatt asked as tears leapt into my eyes.  I
couldn't believe how bad the sonofabitch hurt!  Last night it had been
insignificant, and the swelling had gone down a lot.  I thought it was
pretty much done!

      "Yeah, babe... bastard ass nose...", I said, still cradling my
face.  To my surprise, he just cracked up laughing.

      "Oh, yeah, ha ha ha, its so funny!  I oughta break your nose, ass",
I said with a smile.  Then, he leaned over and kissed my nose very
lightly.

      "Well... now it feels better!", I said.  We both laughed some more,
despite the hangovers.  I got some advil out of my drawer for us, and we
got dressed.  Normal clothes this time.

      Wyatt and I walked out of my room, and went in the living room.
The kids were all outside playing, and my mom was sitting, waiting for
us.  Sometimes I think that she knows everything I think about.

      "Allright, boys.  Sit down, and start talking, or I'll get the
rack", she said with a smile.  "Tell me how all this happened, from the
beginning."

      Wyatt looked over at me, and I grabbed his hand as we sat down on
the couch.  I smiled at him, and started explaining.  I told her all
about the day at school that we met, how he chased me down to make sure I
was ok.  Wyatt blushed at that part, he's very modest.  I kept on telling
her about everything, how we fell in love, what Wyatt's dad made him do,
and how we got back together.  Then I told her everything that happened
at the hospital with Wyatt's dad.  By the time I got through talking, she
looked like she was about to explode with rage.

      "That asshole!", she said.  "I wish you boys would've told me about
this before now.  I would have fixed him up good.  I'm glad you finally
talked to me about this, though.  Just remember that there will always be
people who try to hurt you in some way.  Don't pay them attention, just
concentrate on what good you can do for them.  James, you can go now, but
I need to talk to Wyatt."

      I shrugged when Wyatt looked at me, and then got up and walked back
to my room to watch some tv while they talked.  I got an idea, though.  I
leaned against the wall, and was very quiet.  I could just barely make
out what they were saying, although I knew what I was doing wasn't right.

      "Wyatt, I need to ask you something, and don't feel pressured to
say yes or no.  Just tell me what you want", my mom said.

      "Yes ma'am, Ms. Susie", Wyatt replied.

      "Would you by any chance be interested in staying here for the
longterm?  I know there's a lot of kids to deal with, but I thought that
you might want some place to stay, permanently.  You're more than welcome
to, you know.  I'm positive that James would love to have you here, and
you could move into his room.  I can't stand to let someone else take
you, after something like this has happened.  I know that you two want to
be together, and I could very easily adopt you.  Now, don't give me your
answer right now.  Think it over, and if you'd like to, we could take a
trip to a lawyer on my day off", my mom said.  I couldn't believe my
ears!  I jumped away from the wall, and giggled with glee.  Then, I heard
Wyatt coming down the hallway.

      "James!  Guess what!  You're mom said she would adopt me!!  Isn't
that great?", he asked me.  I grabbed him by the waist, avoiding the bit
of bruise that was still there, and threw him on the bed.  I jumped on
top of him, straddling his chest.  I attacked him viciously with my
lips.  After we kissed for a while, I pulled back.

      "This calls for a celebration!  What do you want to do today?", I
asked him.  Then, I saw a malicious glint in his eye.

      "Let's call Nick!", he said.

      "That's a great idea!  My mom was supposed to go to the park today
with the little kids... we'll have the entire afternoon to ourselves!
Let's go call", I said.  We got up, straightened ourselves out, and
grabbed the phone out of the living room on the way outside.  I handed it
to Wyatt, and he called Nick.

      "Hey, Nick!  How you doing?  Well, James and I wanted you to come
over for a while today.  Really?  You can come?  That's great!  We'll
come get you at one okay?  Be ready, and make sure to take a shower, and
wash your ass!", and with that Wyatt hung up.

      "Man, you are so awesome!", I said to Wyatt.  We walked back inside
to my room and watched a couple shows on TV just cuddling until my mom
left for the park.  Then, we went to go pick up Nick.  We got to his
house, and he was outside waiting on us.

       "Hey guys!  Thanks a lot, it was getting hellaciously boring in
there!  So, what are we gonna do?", he asked.

      "We'll worry about that when we get to my house!", I told him with
a wink.  He looked confused, but didn't comment.  The three of us got to
my house, and went into my room.  Then, I locked the door behind us.  We
both turned around and smiled at Nick.

      "What's going on, guys?", he said.  Wyatt took that as a cue to
lean over to him, and kiss him on the lips, forcing his tongue into
Nick's mouth.  I walked over, and put my hand on his crotch, massaging it
gently.  Wyatt pulled off of him, and I started kissing Nick in his
place.  As we battled with our tongues, Wyatt unsnapped our jeans, and
yanked them down.  I broke away from Nick, and pulled his shirt over his
head, and then took off my own as we stepped out of our jeans.  Then, I
pushed him onto the bed.  I turned to Wyatt, and removed his shirt and
pants, revealing tight briefs that showed the outline of his cock.  Then,
we got on the bed with Nick.  Our bodies pressed against each other's,
and we ground our mouths against each others.  After a while, I pulled
down my briefs, and Wyatt followed my example.  Then, we both pulled down
Nick's underwear, and threw them on the floor.  I fondled his nuts, and
Wyatt immediately went to work on his cock, suking it hard.  I moved to
his chest, bathing it with my tongue.  I sucked at his nipples while he
groaned.

      "I love you guys!  Oh God...", he said.  "This feels incredible!"
Wyatt pulled off of his cock, and I took over for him.  I got on all
fours in a sixtynine position with Nick.  I took his hard cock into my
mouth, while mine was pointing straight down at him.  He leaned his head
up slightly, and started taking my cock into his mouth.  Wyatt got on his
knees behind me, and spread my ass cheeks.  Then, he swiped his tongue
down my crack.  Nick had a perfect view of all of this, being right under
my ass.  His eyes widened when Wyatt started lubing his dick.  Wyatt took
his lubed cock, and rubbed it up and down my crack, all around my hole.
He then placed his dick right in front of my ass, and pushed.  He slid in
halfway, and then held still for a moment.  Nick was squirming all
around, amazed at what was happening.  Wyatt slowly started humping me,
shoving his cock in and out.  As Nick watched him fuck me, I was dying
from the pleasure.  I licked a finger and put it at the entrance to
Nick's hole, and pushed it in to the knuckle.  From the way he groaned, I
was sure he'd done this to himself many times.  As Wyatt pumped me faster
and faster, Nick's hips began to push upward urgently.

      "Oh, God, I'm cumming James!", he said, then sucked my dick even
faster.  I could feel my orgasm starting to build, with Nick's mouth on
my cock, and Wyatt slamming into me, his nuts banging against my ass.
Suddenly, though, Nick's hips arched violently upward, and he blew into
my mouth.  His cum was wonderful, and hot.  I swallowed every bit.  As he
finished, I lost control and started blowing my load in his mouth,
clamping my ass around Wyatt's cock.  He slurped my cock, and drank down
all of my juice as it shot into his mouth.  Wyatt was the next to cum.
He pushed against my ass so hard now that the bed was moving, and Nick
was watching him fuck me as he gently licked my softened cock.  Wyatt
gasped, and thrust himself as deep as he could into me.  I could feel his
dick spasming into me, filling me with cum.  After he finally finished,
he spread my cheeks so Nick could see my hole quivering in pleasure,
leaking Wyatt's boyjuice.  Nick stuck out his tongue, and licked at my
hole collecting the cum.  He pushed his tongue into me, gathering all of
the sweetness he could, and then gave up, collapsing onto the bed.  We
fell into a heap of naked arms and legs, sweaty chests, and wet cocks.

      "Thank you so much!  That was the best thing that's ever happened
to me!", Nick said to us, still breathing hard.  Both Wyatt and I kissed
him lightly on his face, and held him tight.

      We finally separated ourselves, and tried to get dressed.  I did,
however, notice that my underwear fit differently.  I was pretty sure I'd
gotten Nick's.  After we dropped Nick off at his house, we just lounged
around in my room until nightfall.  We were pretty exhausted, so we
decided to just hit the sack, and get some sleep.  Tomorrow was a school
day, after all.

      The next morning we got up early and got ready for school.  We were
both too tired to mess around.  The vacation got us used to waking up
late.  It was cold out, so we both grabbed our jackets, and after saying
bye to my mom, got into my car.  We pulled up at school, and got our
schedules for the nineweeks class change.  We had almost all the same
classes!  We both had a different 1st period, though.  Otherwise, we had
everything else together!

      We were walking back toward the parking lot to get my sax, which
I'd left in the trunk, when we noticed some funny looks.  I could've
sworn that one guy we passed said "fags" under his breath.  We were
really confused, but we went to first period, where the strange looks and
scowls continued.  The whole day went like that, and we were unnerved
when we finally got home.  We didn't know, however, that Roger had a
visitor that day.  It was the same one that had been coming every day
since he was arrested.

      "So, what are those little fags that got me here doing?", Roger
asked the man.  The man's name was Ed.  He and Roger were friends in
college.

      "Don't worry, Rog", Ed replied.  "You've known me long enough to
know I hate faggots.  Won't be long until something really bad happens to
the both of them.  I made sure to let a few of their little buddies know
that they're fags, so they won't have too many friends about now.  I do
have a really good idea.  I wish I could just kill them outright, the way
God meant it, but this is the way we're going to have to do it.  Listen
here..."

      A smile spread across Roger's face as his twisted companion told
him his plot.  "Those little faggots are gonna pay for what they've
done.  Nobody, especially a fag, gets me locked up!", he thought to
himself.



So, what is Roger going to do?  Is Ed really this crazy?  What's going to
happen at school?  Make sure you read the next chapter, and maybe I'll
tell you!  You can get me at niftywriterjc@hotmail.com   Peace out.