Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2010 17:59:12 -0500
From: Blah Goopy <akissdownunder@live.com>
Subject: "Screwing A Chad" Story.

Chapter One

"?We're gonna stay up, ain't gonna 
lay low.  We're gonna dance all night, 
because we say so.  Na, na, na?"

	"Is it so bad for me to want him inside of me?" Ashton asked.  "I
mean, look at him.  Even straight dudes would tap that, and if they say
otherwise, they're lying!"  I frowned, staring at him.  He (being the major
meathead who decided to dress up as a skeleton? stripper?) waltzed across a
lawn, knowing he looked good.  He did look good, but I wasn't going to let
Ashton or the others know that.
	"I'm sure he's a major Chad, Ash." I smirked.
	"Enlighten us what a 'Chad' is exactly, Drew."  We'd been over this
a million times, but she had a terrible memory.
	"Chad is the universal douche bag.  He's the guy that wears glasses
indoors, steals parking spots, beats his girlfriend, etcetera, etcetera."
	"I see." She laughed.  We continued on our way to Toby's house.
This year's Halloween party was supposed to be the best yet.  Ashton chose
a skanky devil costume, which pretty much summed her up in one word.
Skanky.  But she was my skank, so it was okay.  I dressed up as your common
vampire.  My white-outs were quite irritating, but I ignored them.  If I
started randomly crying, I'd have an excuse.  I didn't dish out much money
on my costume since it was a last minute invitation Toby gave me.  Behind
us, Kaitlyn and Kyle walked together, hand-in-hand.  She wore a dress out
of "used" tampons, and he wore a suit made out of "used" condoms.  Their
idea was that each wore something each gender hated.  It was somewhat
corny, somewhat genius.
	Ten minutes later we arrived at Toby's house.  He opened the door,
greeting us inside!
	"Ashton!  Glad you could make it.  You too Drew!  Damn, nice
costumes Kaitlyn.  I really hope those aren't used, and that goes for the
both of you."  His place was packed.  People were on either side of the
living room, drinking out of red plastic cups, and chatting away.  I made
my way to the punch bowl.  I scrunched my face at the bottle of tequila.
Excuse me, half-full bottle of tequila.  Should I really drink?  What the
hell?  I was there to have fun, not sit and talk.  I let my hand rest
midair over the punch bowl, getting a better idea.  I snatched the bottle
of tequila, claiming it.  It was time to party.
	Within thirty minutes, I was completely wasted.  My speech was
slurred, my vision blurry, and I stumbled over my feet.  While I was
sitting.  Drunk out of my mind, I stumbled into Toby's room.  Isabella
Alverez pushed by me without uttering a word.
	"Bitch." I muttered.
	"Tell me about it." A voice said.  I turned around and looked at
David Larae.  He was quarterback of the school football team, a total Chad.
Strangely, I didn't care if he was a douche or not.  I just wanted to hang
out with a different crowd of people.
	"Whaths wrong?" I asked, accidently slurring my words.
	"Nothing." He muttered.  He rested his gaze on the window avoiding
eye contact.  I could tell he didn't want to talk about it.
	"Tell me."  I insisted.  I closed the door behind me so no one
would hear.  I sat on the bed next to him, making sure not to sit too
close.  I examined him, taking note of everything.  His large build was
slightly intimidating, and I knew he could kick my ass if he wanted to.
His dirty blond hair was cut low, but long enough to come off his forehead.
His bold chin had a small patch of hair growing towards his throat, and his
deep green eyes remained on the window.  I took note of the scar on his
neck, and the cut on his left knee which was from foot-
	Without notice, he pressed his lips against mine, totally taking me
aback.  I jerked back in surprise.
	"Shit, you're not?" He gasped.
	"Ha, I am.  You just startled the shit out of me." I replied.
	"So? so you don't mind if I-" I cut him off with an abrupt kiss,
nowhere near as forceful as he had.  He moaned, kissing me back.  I let his
tongue explore my mouth as I wrapped my hands around his neck.  Tequila
sloshed around in the bottle, but I didn't put it down.  He noticed, and
broke our embrace.
	"Are you going to finish that?" He asked.  I shook my head, and he
took a large swallow of the alcohol.  With it now empty, he threw it at the
door.  It shattered, but successfully locked the door.
	"Nice, QB.  Then again, you're used to balls." I smiled.  He
laughed, pulling me back down.  I gasped for air underneath his weight, but
I sufficed.  He kissed down my neck, unbuttoning my dress shirt.  I felt
his chest, exploring every crevice of his torso.  Tweaking his nipples, he
began to kiss down my abs.  I was fit, but nowhere near his status.  I felt
his wood through his shorts, and quickly began unbuttoning them.  I pulled
his boxers down under his balls, letting his cock extend to its full mast.
I skillfully worked my hand up and down his rod and he continued to suck my
neck.  I felt his weight lift off of me, and his shadow cast across my
face.  I looked up to see him on his knees above me, his eight incher
pointed at me like 3-D.  I gratefully accepted his gift, working my mouth
around it.  I wasted no saliva on that fucker, dousing the whole thing in
spit.
	"Fuck, Drew.  Mmm?" He groaned.  I began humming the song coming
from the other room, hoping it would send vibrations up and down his cock.
"Shit? Oh my God?" He groaned louder.  His balls slapped my chin in a
steady rhythm.  My head bobbed up and down his prick, licking, sucking, and
humming.  I worked his nuts into my mouth, give each of them my time before
returning to David's dick.  I twisted my left hand around his dick, used my
right hand to gently press into his asshole, and my mouth to suck.  He was
in a flurry, crying out in pleasure, groaning, and pumping his pole in and
out of me.
	"ShitshitshitshitshitAhhhhfuckDrewshitshitahhhhhhhhh!" He
practically yelled, and I couldn't help but smile.  "Fuck!  I'm gonna
cuuuuuum!" He cried.  Almost as if my cue, I stopped sucking, pulled him
down for a kiss, and slammed my finger into his asshole.  He cried out, but
my mouth smothered the sound.  I felt his warm sperm spurt across my leg
and Toby's bed, but I didn't care.  Finally, after seven or eight pumps, he
was dry.  I could now enjoy his cum.  I scooped some up, tentatively
putting my finger in my mouth.  I left it there, watching him.  His eyes
were locked on mine, unmoving.  I kissed him again, rubbing my hands
through his soft hair.  A knock on the door scared this shit out of us, and
he quickly dashed to collect his clothes.
	"I'll see you at school tomorrow." He whispered, trying to get
dressed.  I threw on my shirt, looking for an exit.  The only place to hide
was in the closet. (Ha!) Then I quickly moved to the window.  I grabbed my
vampire cape, and climbed out of the exit point.  I'd explain those strange
stains to Toby once he brought up the subject.  For now, I was going to
sleep, and dream about fucking David again.


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