Date: Sun, 5 May 2013 20:11:16 -0700
From: no name <amidoingitwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Three Simple Words 6

So I found out why this chapter took longer than usual...After finishing
the last of it, I realized that it's 23 pages! Holy shitty fuck that's a
lot!

Anyways, it was all worth it because this chapter introduces SOME of the
main conflicts. I hope you guys enjoy it, and do remember to send me emails
if you have the time.

And of course, the usual copyright/disclaimer crap. Honestly, you should
know this by now...  So, without further ado, the next installment :D

*Excuse the grammar mistakes! There's probably more in this chapter because
I had to vigorously type everything up by the end of the weekend!*

*Chapter 7 will probably be postponed until next week sadly since I've just
begun*

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Where we left off:

	"Drive safely!" Mrs. Tanner calls out. "Be careful..." she whispers
out.

	Once the door closes, I slump and relax my body. "Gah I hate
acting..."

	"What were you acting as?" Chris asks while opening his door to the
car.

	"As a morning person...I hate mornings..." I grumble out as I start
the car and start pulling onto the driveway.

	"...Dylan...Did my mom seem off today?"

	"Hmm...sort of. Let's see what happens later today ok? I need more
info before making a conclusion."

	"Kay..." Chris mumbles. He then pushes the seat back a little and
closes his eyes again.

	I get onto the road and start driving to school. Little did I know
that today's going to be a long day...

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Chapter 6: "Surprise!"

	We arrive at the dungeon-I mean school- in about ten minutes. The
perks of seniority, parking privileges. I park under the solar panel area
that's closest to the school. Chris hands me my backpack, and we both get
out of the car.

	"Dylan, where are we gonna hide the food? You know how the crows
are like when they see someone bring food."

	"Hmm...my locker's under shade. That might work..." I trail off.

	"But?..." Chris asks.

	"But...there's the issue of the dragons lurking near my prized
locker..." I sulk.

	"You mean..."

	"Yeah...I mean them..."

	We're stuck at a dilemma. I wanted to avoid the girls as much as
possible for Chris's sake.  I didn't want him to feel jealous. I mean,
wouldn't you feel a least bit annoyed if someone clings your boyfriend away
from you? But I have to get my books and put the desert away.

	"Dylan? We could put it in my locker until the girls leave."

	His words break my deep thinking. "You won't mind?" I ask.

	"Sure I don't mind. I mean, I'd do anything to avoid them too."

	Making sure no one is around, I sneak a quick kiss for his
forehead. He catches the kiss by surprise and tenses up a little. I giggle
at his reaction; he smiles and playfully gives me a push. I scruff his hair
(which he protests to) and we walk towards his lockers.

	We get to his locker and quickly shove the delicious sweets into
the crammed space. He pulls out the books he needs before lunch and slams
his locker.

	"So Chris, where's your first class?" I discreetly ask, determined
to learn his schedule so that I can stalk him whenever.

	"Um...I think it's math. Hold on, lemme check." He pulls out his
schedule and unfolds it.

	I take the opportunity to sneak a peek at his schedule: Math in P8,
Chemistry in 512, World History in 718, English in 410, German in 214,
Study Hall in 101. Remember what I said about having a lucky schedule?
Yeah...it just got even luckier. All of his classes are very close to mine,
with the exception of English and study hall, since we're in the same
classroom for those classes. +1 to my counselors.

	"Yeah, I have math first with Mrs. Powell."

	"You mean the honors pre-calc teacher who can't teach?" I'm
shocked, there's more to Chris than meets the eyes.

	Chris nods and continues, "Yeah...the counselors put me in the
honors program since I excel at school work."

	"Shit man!" That caught me by surprise. "The way you act, it's as
if you hated school."

	"...To be honest, I do hate it...there's so much work involved, and
people sometime give me strange stares..." he confesses to me.

	I give his shoulders a squeeze. "Just ignore them, if they give you
shit, just tell me. I'll get them off your back. Now then, let's get you to
class."

	"But what about your books Dylan?"

	"Eh I'll think of something. Worst comes to worst, I'll just share
with someone in class." I lean in whisper into his ear, "Using the girls to
your advantage can be a good thing sometimes."

	Chris giggles from the moist air that I'm blowing into his ear. I
part from him, and do the 'after you' gesture. Chris hesitates for a
moment. He pumps his chest out a little bit and takes my hand in his,
interlocking each finger. The move startles me for a second, but then I
regain my composure and realize what he wanted. I mold my hands with his
and walk side-by-side with him towards his first class. Little did I know
though, one of the dragons was spying on us. While she couldn't see clearly
what was going on, she nonetheless scampers off the other direction to
inform the herd.

	We arrive at our destination just as the first bell rings. I escort
Chris to the front of his classroom and painfully let go of his hand. I
back up slowly and blow him a kiss. He catches it with his hands and holds
it to his heart. Cheesy? Yes. Do I care? Hell no! Chris walks into his
class with a stupid smile on his face. I turn around and go into the
classroom right next door to his.

	While my boring Spanish teacher is droning on in Spanish, my mind
starts fantasizing about Chris. Ah...he's so dreamy...so cute...so sexy!
God I sound like a girl...(no offense ladies).  My mind shifts gears and
begins formulating a plan to escort Chris to every class. Since he's in the
honors program, his classes were pretty much limited. Meaning, he's pretty
much in every honor and AP class. Of course you still had to try out, but
generally, if you're in the honors program, you'd get into most honor
courses. Now that I think of it, my TA class is the honors English
class... I'm losing my touch! Yosh! Time to get my senses back into shape!

	"Senor Dylan! ¨Cual es la repuesta? (What is the answer?)" my
Spanish teacher, Mrs.  Velasco snaps to me. I snap out of my daydreaming. I
look around and see all eyes on me... Jeeze, as if it wasn't bad enough
already...

	"No se..." I respond.

	Mrs. Velasco sighs, "Please pay attention Dylan..."

	"Lo siento Senora Velasco."

	She continues on with her lesson. I try my best to pay attention,
but come on...it's Spanish... Anyways, the remainder of class passes by
without disruption. The bells rings and I rush out the room before anyone
else does. I quickly dash over to Chris's classroom and wait for him by the
door.

	After a couple of students exit, Chris walks out door, completely
oblivious to my presence. I sneak up behind him and cover his eyes. He
freaks out a little and jumps upon contact.

	"Guess who," I whisper into his ear.

	"Oh...hi Dylan," he giggles out. I let go of his face and turn him
around. He flashes me with his beautiful, soft-boiled, blue eyes of his. I
almost drowned just by staring at them for so long!

	"So, where's your next class?" I ask him innocently. but knowing
full well what it was.

	"Umm...it's Chemistry."

	"In 5...12 right?" I ask for confirmation.

	"Yeah, how'd you know?" he asks.

	"'Cause. I had the class before. Anyways, let's go. Don't wanna be
late now do we?" I take his hand and pull him forward. He trips a little,
but manages to catch up to my pace.

	We arrive on the other side of campus with two minutes to spare. I
escort him into the doorway again and leave him to class. Making sure that
he doesn't see me, I walk to my creative style class, which is two rooms
down.

	This is one of my more enjoyable classes. If you ever had one of
those teachers who acted high all the time, you'll understand my position
rather quickly. Mr. Allan, funny guy, but still very smart. During class,
he assigns us a short group project to work on. At the finish of his
sentence, I'm instantly bombarded with requests from everyone to be
someone's partner.

	Fortunately, Mr. Allan interrupts the class, "Whoa guys...I never
said you could pick your partners... I've already set up the
partnerships. Lemme just read off the list...Christian, you're paired off
with Anne, Bobby's with Michele..." and he rambles on.

	In the end, I'm paired up with a guy named Mike. Don't know him
that well, couldn't care less, etc. We rearrange our seats and work on the
assignment. Mike and I finish rather quickly and turn it in.

	I walk up to Mr. Allan's desk and hand in the assignment. He looks
over it once and starts his famous act, "Are you sure you're done?"

	"Of course, that's why I'm turning it in."

	"But you know...are you absolutely sure that you're done?" He does
this gesturing with his hands.

	"Yes," I flatly state.

	"Positively?" He raises his eyebrow.

	"Mhm."

	"...100 percent sure?"

	"Yup," I say once more and return to my seat before he can ask
again.. I sit back down and continue daydreaming about Chris and his
beautiful body. Ah...so majestic and so... perfect...

	The bell's ringing abruptly snaps me out of my safe haven and back
into reality. Again, I rush out the door and back to where Chris's
classroom is.

	"Hey buddy," I call out to him as he walks out the door.

	"Ok now it's getting creepy. How'd get here so fast?" he asks.

	"Like magic," I grin at him.

	"Ok Mr. Magic, tell me then, what's my next class?" he shoots back
at me.

	"Really Chris, I don't need magic for that. I can use my mind
reading powers," I grin cheekily at him. "Your next class is World History,
AP if I'm reading your mind correctly."

	"How did you...OHH!! You peeked at my schedule didn't you?!" he
realizes.

   "Maaayyybbbeee..." I dance around with my words. "Anyways, come on!
You're gonna be late to class!" I drag him to his next class before he
could protest or ask me anything.

	We reach his next classroom and Chris calls out, "Wait
Dylan...Stop!" I stop dead in my tracks. After catching a few breaths,
Chris speaks up, "What's your schedule?"

	I close in on him and give him a quick kiss on the forehead and run
away, yelling, "That's something for me to know and for you to not find
out!"

	"Hey! Come back here!" he shouts back. I laugh and turn a corner to
hide.

	After a few minutes, I peek back to make sure that he isn't still
at the doorway. Making sure that he's nowhere in sight, I walk over his
classroom and into my math class (yes, the same Chris had earlier today)
right next door. I take my seat and absorb all the information Mrs. Powell
tries to relay on us.

	Just a note, she fails at teaching...and I mean on a fail-whale
level. One minute, she'd talk about adding numbers. Then the next second,
she'd be discussing about some trig function. I mean, what? Slow down! I
can't follow what you're trying to say! Halfway through the class, I just
tone out her voice and lay my head down.

	At the sound of the bell, I miraculously regain all my strength and
rush out the door. I make a right and stop at the next door, waiting for my
precious boy to emerge. I peek in the door and see the teacher cramming in
some last minute information. I glance over to where Chris is
sitting. There he is, in his cute outfit, bent over, packing his stuff
up. I see his not-so-colorful boxers, barely covering his ass crack. He's a
bit on the slower side in cleaning up as most of the other students have
already left the building. He finally stands back up and sees me. He
flashes me the cutest smile ever as he walks up to me.

	"Hey there beautiful," I flirt at him.

	"Hey yourself," he giggles out.

	"Wow...I see how it is...After all that I've done for you..." I
pout out my lower lips.

	"Aww I'm sorry Dylan..." He gives me a massive bear hug. "Will you
ever forgive me?"

	"Only if you give me a kiss," I whisper into his ear.

	He looks around, making sure no one's watching and quickly kisses
me on the cheek. "Am I forgiven?" he asks.

	"Yeah...I can never stay mad at you," I grin back at him. I
intertwine our fingers together and we slowly walk down to our next class,
enjoying each other's company and making the moment last.

	Once we get close to our next class though, our hands drift apart
from each other. Trying to be chivalrous, I rush up to the door and hold it
open for Chris. He whispers a quick thank you right before entering. We
make a sharp right and plop our asses onto our seats respectively. I pull
my doodling sketchbook and flip to an open page. I decided to hopefully
sketch out a picture of Chris by the end of class.

	The final bell rings, and the announcements go on. Mr. Fledging
tells everyone to shut up and listen, but no one cares about the
announcements and continues talking. As traditions go, the ASB senior
president gets the honor of speaking into microphone first. This year, it
happens to be Carrie Taylor- a.k.a Bryan's girlfriend.

	"Hi guys, hope you had a fantastic three day weekend! This is ASB
president Carrie Taylor with your daily bulletin. Students section:
Reminder..."

	I've lost interest at that point...I tone out her fake, peppy voice
and drop my chin onto the table. I gaze my eyes over to the left where
Chris is. At the same time, he peers his eyeballs towards my direction. Our
eyes meet and lock with each other for a few seconds. I smile at him
discreetly smooch my lips. He snickers at me and goes into his backpack to
get something.

	I sit back up and turn on the computer. I open the seating chart
and quickly take attendance. Glancing around, I see no empty seats, expect
for the one right in front of me. I then think of something. I go back to
the computer and move Chris's seat closer to me. I glance back at Chris;
he's looking away from me. I rip a piece of paper off my notebook and toss
it at him. It hits him square on the chest. He snaps out of his daydreaming
and looks in my direction.

	"Follow my lead," I mouth to him

	"What?" he mouths back, making a face.

	"Just trust me," I make out with my mouth while giggling.

	"...Ok. And now, the joke of the day, brought to you by yours
truly...How do you make an egg laugh?... You tell it a
yolk!...Ahahahaha.....Anyways, have a tacky Tuesday everyone. Bye!"

	Mr. Fledging stands up. "Ok class, everyone here?" He looks at me.

	"Everyone's here, except...Christopher Tanner," I said.

	Chris looks at me and calls out, "Wait, I'm right here."

	I look over in his direction, "Oh! You're in the wrong seat." I
point at the chair closer to me.

	"Oh...sorry..." he quickly grabs his stuff and moves up a seat. I
feign correcting the attendance sheet to make it look more natural. He
looks at me as he's sitting down. I give him a wink before starting to
capture his pulchritudinous presence on paper.

	"Ok class, before we begin, are there any questions?"

	A girl from the other side raises her hand. Mr. Fledging points at
her, "Yes, the young miss in the back."

	"Umm...I feel crowded back here, can you do anything about that?"

	"Dylan? Are there any more spaces available," Mr. Fledging asks me.

	"Yeah, there's one back here, but the leggings are kinda broken..."
I lie. Bitch! you ain't getting between me and my boyfriend!

	"Ah, that's a shame," Mr. Fledging remarks. "Tell you what,
everyone, scoot your chairs to the right. Dylan, can you move that empty
desk to the back corner please?"

	"Really? Making me stand up...that's so much work!..." I whine in
my brain. I painfully stand up and trudge over to the desk and pull it away
from the class. Meanwhile, Chris takes full advantage of the scenario and
scoots his chair all the way next to my desk. I shake my head, silently
laughing at him as I walk back to my seat.

	"Alright class, the first book we're going to read is no other than
Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare," Mr. Fledging announces to
the class. The entire class moans from horrendous new. Mr. Fledging ignores
the series of protests and continues, "And since this is the honors class,
I've decided to make use of the style and talk about poetry." More
groans. "So, I'm assigning a project for the week. You are to write a
short, twenty to thirty line poem, due next Monday."

	"Aww...do we have too?" a boy bemoans out.

	"Of course you do. Poetry is man's way of expressing himself in
words. It is the one time when all rules of the English grammar can be
broken. Anyways, today I want to talk about the time era in which
Shakespeare lived in. As you know..."

	Ok that's enough of me listening. I mean, I'm not in the class, so
why do I need to know about this? I take a snapshot of Chris in my head,
grip my mechanical pencil in my right hand, and furiously lash strokes onto
my paper.

	Halfway through class, I look up at Chris to re-visualize his
petite body. I see him staring at the door in a dreamy state, doodling
something on the corner of his notebook. Curious, I lean forward to get a
better look; it was my name with hearts all around it. I giggle at him and
try to get his attention.

	He's completely oblivious to me, so I tear out another piece of
paper and hastily scribble, "As much as I'm flattered about you writing my
name with hearts all over it, don't you think it'd be best if you paid
attention to Mr. Fledging?" Since Chris's chair is practically hugging my
desk, I lift my foot and nudge him.

	He jumps slightly and look at me; I slide the note to him. He gives
it a read and instantly grows scarlet. He hides the masterpiece one his
notebook with his eraser and writes something below my note. Making sure
Mr. Fledging isn't looking, he discreetly hands back the paper.

	I open it up to see the words, "Sorry...but he's so boring! And
plus, you're so sexy! I can't stop thinking about you! ^.^ Anyways, thanks
for the heads up...I love you. :)" My lips tug upwards a little when I
finish reading the note. I fold it up, hide it under my sketchbook, and
continue sketching my piece of art as if nothing happened.

	At the sound of the bell, the class miraculously regenerates energy
and everyone hastily cram their belongings into their backpack before
skimping out the door.

	"See you tomorrow class, and don't forget about your project!"
Mr. Fledging shouts out to the class.

	I look at my drawing and sigh, since I only managed to get a rough
outline of my drawing done. I close my sketchbook and shove everything into
my Jansport backpack. Chris on the other hand, is taking his sweet time
cleaning up. I wonder where the hell did all his energy from last week go.

	But yeah...there he is, bent over, putting things into his
backpack. He wiggles his butt side-to-side, which is causing something in
my pants to stir. Not wanting to embarrass myself, I look away and think
about something else. After my semi shrinks back down, I quickly round my
desk and go up to the front of Chris. He looks up at me and smiles; I
return the gesture and crouch down to help him. I jam everything in at once
and zip up his backpack.

	"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" I joke at him; Chris just
gives me a look. I give him a hand to get up and say our goodbyes to
Mr. Fledging.

	"So Chris, what happened to your ninja-like skills last week?" I
ask him as we're walking down to my locker.

	"I don't know," he states without care, "Guess I only did it to
avoid you."

	"If you say so...just try to clean up faster next time so I can see
you sooner."

	"I'll try my best." He flashes a big grin at me.

	We get to my locker and I pull out my econ book (it is my last
class of the day, and Brandy's actions this morning did hinder me from
getting all my books). I slam my locker, grab Chris's hand, and walk over
to his locker to get the flan.

	Thankfully, his locker still had some shade around it. To make it
better, the chilly metal from the locker helped absorb some of the heat out
of the flan. I take out the desert and hold onto it while Chris shoves all
his books into the tiny space. Having a much lighter backpack to carry
around, he flings the locker door and spins his lock for insurance.

	"Ready to go?" I ask him.

	"Yep," he smiles. He grabs my hand again.




	"Whoa?!? What do you have there Dylan?" Caleb notices first as
we're walking up to the table with two extra forks in my hand that I
grabbed on the way.

	"It's Chris...duh!" I mock at him.

	"No shit Sherlock! I was talking about the food!"

	"Like you said, it's food." The whole table laughs at my
comment. Caleb gives his signature finger. I shake my head and look at
Chris, then back at my friends. "So, before you guys murder MY food, I want
to introduce you to the new and improved Christopher Tanner." I let go of
my lovers hand and scoot him forward a bit. "I think I've personally
outdone myself this time.  In a mere three days, I have successfully broken
down his barrier." The table mimics rich, snobby people by doing short,
little claps in front of their chests.

	Matt announces with a horrible accent, "Yes...Quite lovely...but I
do believe the good sirs of the round table require a demonstration...Don't
we good chaps?"

	Bryan replies with an equally horrible accent, "Yes...a
demonstration should be in order.  Wouldn't you agree...Sir Joey of the
waters."

	"Yes," Joey replies," it is unanimous then...we require...a
demonstration!"

	"And what am I, chopped liver?" Caleb interjects. The group just
ignores him. (Feel kinda bad for him...but then again, it's Caleb).

	I get into the mode too. "Very well...if you good gentlemen require
such formalities from us...we have no choice...but to fulfill your
request." I set down the flan at the table pull Chris away from the table.

	I whisper to Chris so the group can't hear us, "You're going to do
a flirty dance up to the table. Just feel sexy, sway your hips like crazy,
and act like a tiger, clawing your way through.  Think you can do that?"

	"I guess...I'm kinda nervous though..."

	I scruff his hair. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Just think as if
your trying to make me horny.  You now...sassy," I said trying to find the
right words.

	"Ok...but you owe me for this!"

	"Deal! Now then, go out there and wow me."

	We walk back to the table and I take out my phone. I announce out,
"Gentlemen and gentlemen...and the monkey named Caleb."

	"Hey!" The other three's cheeks get puffy. Caleb looks back at them
and they instantly look away, acting natural.

	I continue, "Behold! My greatest creation ever!" I press play on my
cell phone with "I'm too Sexy" sounding out. Chris gives me a "the fuck?"
look. I flick my hands at him, telling him to roll with it.

	Chris sighs, but feels the beat of the music and starts his walk
up. He puts his right palm on his hip and walks forward while exaggerating
his left hand's swinging. He stops right in front of Bryan on the left and
does a bend and snap move. Joey lets out a piercing wolf whistle while
Bryan's lips let out a smirk.

	Chris moves back to the center and towards Matt and Joey on the
right side. As he's walking up, Chris attempts to do the shimmy, but fails
miserably. The table giggles his failed attempt. Chris shrugs and turn
around, mooning at Joey and Matt.

	The next move he does surprises all of us. Chris not only walks up
to Caleb, but he also sits on Caleb's lap! He wraps his arms around Caleb's
neck and interlocks each finger. Chris then leans back, stretching his arms
out, and snaps his head back. After forming the position, Chris immediately
pulls back and gives Caleb a quick kiss on the cheek. Wiggling his butt a
little on Caleb's lap, Chris jumps off and sways his back to where I am. He
turns around and blows a final kiss to the group. He winks at Caleb once
more and turns around to face me just as the music ends.

	I stand there with my jaws dropped to the ground. I look at the
Caleb, and he's also shocked at Chris's actions. I look back at Chris.

	"So, how'd I do?" he asks me.

	"Um...damn...who knew you had it in you...especially that move with
Caleb..." I cover my eyes, trying to make sense of what just happened.

	"Aw...is somebody jealous he didn't get a kiss?" Chris pouts out at
me, opening his arms for a hug.

	"Shut up," I playfully punch his arm. I lean towards his ear and
whisper, "But yes, I am jealous. Why didn't you ever give me a lap dance?"
I form puppy lips for him to see.

	"Aww...tell you what, I'll give you one after school. How's about
that?" he offers.

	"Sure...now then, let's go poke some more fun at Caleb." I
snicker. Chris joins in too. We walk up to the table and sit down.

	"So guys, how'd you like it?" I bring up.

	Matt, Joey, and Bryan look at each other, then they all stand up
and cheer.  "Woo!!...Bravo!... Good job! Encore!..." I catch Caleb staring
at Chris. I look over at him, and he looks back at me. Caleb instantly
blushes and looks away. I let out a smirk, but decided not to torture him
even further.

	"Alright guys, now that that's out of the way, time to dig in. You
guys still kept your lunch trays right?"

	"Yep, you know how we are...lazy 'till the last minute," Joey
represents for the group. I take out the plastic knife and quickly cut the
dish into six equal parts. Well, not really, I secretly cut a slightly
larger piece for Chris, but the others don't need to know that. I place the
four pieces onto each person's trays respectively, leaving the big plate
for Chris and I.

	Bryan is first to take a bite. "Hmm...why the sudden occasion
Dylan?" he asks with his mouth full.

	"Oh, nothing special...Chris just brought it up while we were
making it yesterday."

	"Wow Chris, I like you already!" Bryans states while chewing.

	"Huh, why's that?" Chris asks innocently.

	"Because," Joey pauses for a moment and gulps down his bite, "Dylan
never makes food for any of us unless it's for a special occasion. Like
birthdays and stuff."

	"Yeah," Matt pipes in, "so...what your secret Chris?"

	"I just asked him to make me food, and he agreed." Chris states
flatly. "I don't see what's the big deal about this."

	"What?!" Joey blurts out, "Last time we asked Dylan, we all had to
get on our knees and beg for him to make something."

	"Oh..." Chris gives a naughty grin, "So I guess I shouldn't tell
you that he made some breakfast in bed for me huh?"

	The entire table, me included, chokes upon hearing Chris's
words. "Oh jeez...way to blurt everything out Chris..." I groan out.

	"WHAT?" Matt and Joey shout out together. They give each other
looks; Joey continues for both of them. "How come he's so special Dylan?"

	"Hey," I say in defense, "I never said it was for free. Chris had
to pay for it somehow."

	"Oh yeah, and what was the payment?" Caleb speaks out for the first
time. Chris and I look at each other. He looked confused; I wink at him
discreetly.

	I toy with the group for little. "Oh you know...the usual form of
payment..." I said in a singing tone.

	"Oh? And what might this form of payment be? I'd happily pay for
your food," Bryan says.

	"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't," I reply back.

	"Try me."

	"Ok...but don't say I didn't warn you..." *Moment of awkward
silence* I continue, "Chris had to have some sexy time with me in bed."

	This time, Chris chokes on his food and spits it out. He screams
out in between coughs, "NOO! I DIDN'T DO THAT!"

	"Oh, but he did. He was basically sucking of my dick the entire
weekend. But he made me pinky promise him that I'll make him food in
exchange for all the blow jobs." Chris shrinks into the tiniest ball one
can imagine, blushing profoundly in the ears. "So guys, who wants to pay
first?" I tease.

	The four look at each other, then stare back down at the table with
a sense of defeat, taking another bite of the flan in silence.

	I burst out laughing at them. "Woo!... you guys are just too much!
And so gullible too!" I continue laughing. Chris looks up at me and I give
him another wink. He still looked confused at my intentions.

	Making sure the others are still sulking and not looking at us, I
quickly whisper into Chris's ear, "Don't worry. Sometimes, you have to take
extreme measures to hide something." I sneak in a kiss on his cheek. He
blushes again, but decides to drop it.

	Out of the corner, I see Carrie and Heather, Joey's girlfriend,
walk over. "Joey, Bryan, brace yourselves, boob attack." Carrie and Heather
spot us and run towards the table. "Oof..."  Bryan and Joey both grunt out.

	"Hey there beautiful," Bryan leans back and gives Carrie a
kiss. "How you doing?"

	"Just fine...a ton of work being laid upon me already...I'll never
see a full hour lunch ever again..." Carrie groans out.

	"So how's your day going Heather?" Joey asks.

	"Just as bad..." Heather whines out as she also sits down. She
spots the flan on Joey's tray.  "Huh, they were serving something edible
for once?"

	It was Caleb's turn to be evil. "No...Dylan decided to make food
for us today."

	Carrie and Heather suddenly look at each other. Their boyfriends
knew exactly what was going on. They try to grab the forks and hide them,
but the girls were just that much faster.  Heather and Carrie begin wolfing
down the remaining half of flan on their boyfriend's plate.

	"No!!! Babe stop! Think about all the weight you're going to put
on!" Bryan cries out, desperately trying to pull the tray away. Carrie,
however, refuses to let up the tasty delicacy.

	Meanwhile, Joey is also trying desperately to get the flan away
from Heather. "Listen to what Bryan's saying H&M (Heather Martin), just
think about how fat you're going to get!"

	"I Doont Care!" Heather says in between bites, "Uts too dulicuous!"

	Chris, Caleb, Matt, and I crack up. What Caleb did was evil, but
funny as hell nonetheless.  I think the four of us are laughing so hard
that I heard ribs cracking.

	Chris manages to wheeze out, "I can't...I can't breathe!" before
going back to laughing uncontrollably.

	"Me...neither!" Matt bursts out.

	Carrie and Heather were able to finish the remaining flan within
the next two minutes.  Satisfied with the desert, Carrie lets out a
burp. "Oh, excuse me."

	Both Bryan and Joey stare at their empty trays, sulking miserably
with both hands resting on their heads.

	"My flan...my beautiful flan..." Bryan whimpers out.

	"It was so young...so delicious looking..." Joey adds.

	"And this is why I don't have a girlfriend," Caleb says after
calming down. Big mistake!  The two give death glares at Caleb.

	"You...You did this!" Joey menacingly stares out.

	"Uh oh..." Caleb wiggles out of the table and makes a run for
it. Unfortunately for him, Bryan intercepts his only route of escape and
pins Caleb down with his arms.

	"Look at what I've caught, an evil little boy," Bryan jeers
out. Caleb tries to wiggle his way out, but come on...he's up again Bryan
here. You know...the athletic one out of all of us.

	Joey walks up to the two, giving Caleb a noogie. "So Bryan, I think
a punishment should be in order. What do you suggest?"

	"I have just the idea. How does a trip down memory lane sound
Joey?"

	"Oh that's a great idea. I'm sure Caleb here would love some alone
time with us."

	Caleb squirms around, "Oh come on guys, can't you take a joke?"

	Bryan turns his head, "Catch you later babe, I have some business
to take care of." The two carry Caleb away.

	"Try to go easy on him!" Heather calls out to the two.

	Once they disappear, we all sigh. I rip off a twos pieces of
Styrofoam and split my flan in half. "Here," I hand Carrie and Heather each
a piece of my flan on the tray, "Give this to them later when you see
them. And...try not to eat it yourself."

	"I'll try my best..." Carrie sighs. "So...who's the cutie pie over
next to you?" She looks at Chris; he immediately shucks his shoulders up.

	"Ah yes. Allow me to introduce you to the cutest kid you will ever
meet, Christopher Tanner," I announce to the girls.

	Chris just shrinks even deeper into his little ball, he whispers
out, "Hello."

	"Aww...he's so cute. Are you taken little man?" Carrie asks.

	"Yeah, by me," I joke at them, the three of us (minus Chris)
chuckle.

	"Ah...lighten up Chris," Heather states. "We won't bite...for the
most part."

	"Ok..." he shyly mumbles out. "It's nice to meet you two."

	"It's nice to meet you too," Carrie replies with a warm smile.

	"Yeah Chris. And if you ever need anything, just come ask me or
Carrie ok? We aren't ASB president and vice president for nothing!" Heather
beams out.

	We start discussing about random stuff: school, classes, events
coming up, etc. Chris eventually loosens up and joins the conversation with
the four of us (shame on you if you forgot about Matt!).




*Caleb's "Punishment"*

	"Alright Caleb, ready for you punishment?" Bryan says as he lets go
of him. Joey locks the handicap stall in the bathroom.

	"Maybe..." Caleb teases back, knowing full well what's going to
happen.

	Joey walks up to the two, "So, how do you want to be punished today
Caleb?"

	"Hmm...I've been a very bad boy huh...surprise me!" Caleb flirts
towards the two older boys.

	"If you say so... drop your pants..." Joey says in a husky voice.

	Caleb immediately unbuttons his jeans and drops them along with his
boxers to his ankles, exposing his hard, five and a half inch boner. He
then shucks off his shirt and hooks it onto door.  Joey goes behind Caleb
and pinches his nipples.

	"You've been a really naughty boy Caleb...making me give up my food
for someone..." he whispers into Caleb's ear.

	"Hmm...just fuck me Joey...I need your cock up my ass..." Caleb
moans out.

	Joey gives Caleb's buds one more squeeze before removing himself
from Caleb. Joey grabs Caleb by the hips, swings around so that they're
both facing Bryan, and pushes Caleb's back down to form a right angle. Joey
then crouches down and shoves two fingers into Caleb's ass.

	"Such a naughty boy Caleb...already making your ass nice and loose
for me huh."

	"Hmm...fuck me already..." Caleb begs, "I need to be punished..."

	"But if you want to be fucked...then it's not a punishment now
would it Caleb?" Joey coos.  He pumps his fingers slightly faster. Caleb
lets out a loud moan. "No...I think I'm gonna torture you for just a bit
longer..."

	Bryan gets in front of Caleb, unbuckles his belt, and drops his
pants. Giving his dick a few lazy strokes, it soon grows to its erected
stage measuring at six and a half inches.

	"Open wide Caleb," Bryan smiles, "I want to face fuck you."

	Caleb opens his mouth, but Bryan just rubs his dick around,
spreading the precum all over Caleb's face. He then leans forward, press
his balls into Caleb's nose. Caleb takes in a deep breathe, smelling the
sweat the jock produces. Caleb's dick twitches a little.

	Finally, Bryan places his dick up against Caleb's mouth and rams it
all the way in. He grasps Caleb's head with both hands to prevent him from
withdrawing. "Hmm... fuck Caleb, you're such a great cock sucker... so much
better than what Carrie does to me..." Bryan lets out a grunt. Caleb takes
the entire cock like a pro, and starts working his tongue all over Bryan's
fat cock, knowing exactly where all of Bryan's spots are.

	"Damn Bryan, when's the last time she gave you head?" Joey asks as
he probes Caleb's ass with three fingers.

	"Hmm...since last Friday...Oh fuck!..." Bryan humps Caleb's face
even harder and faster.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hmm...Oh! Caleb, fuck
yeah...suck it...suck it like the bitch you are... Hmm!  Oh fuck!" Bryan
thrusts his dick deep into Caleb's throat one last time and depletes his
four days worth of cum. "Oh!...fuck yeah...Keep sucking bitch...Hmm yeah,
that's right..."

	Caleb gulps down every last drop as if it were nothing. He then
proceeds to lick around Bryan's shaft, making sure not letting a drop go to
waste. Feeling satisfied, Bryan lets go Caleb's head and pulls out his
thick tool. He sits down on the toilet seat to calm down.

	"My turn." Joey stands up and drops his pants. He gives his cock a
few vertical flicks to make it stand at attention. "Ready for your
punishment Caleb?" he says in a hoarse voice.

	"Mhm...of fuck me hard Joey...I need this!"

	Joey slowly invades Caleb's rose slowly with his six inch piece of
steel. Once he's all the way in, he leans forward and speaks into Caleb's
ear, "You want me to fuck you boy?"

	"Yes...please Joey!" Caleb groans out.

	"Then beg. Beg for my cock," Joey commands.

	"Please Joey!...I need you to fuck my man-pussy! Please!" Caleb
begs like a dog. Hearing these words turns Joey on even more. Unable to
hold himself any longer, he starts humping Caleb's tight ass.

	"Hmm...fuck Caleb...you're suck a whore...taking in my cock with no
trouble...Fuck!"  Joey grunts out. He stands up and grabs Caleb's hips for
support.

	Caleb tries to spread his legs apart, but his pants at his ankles
hinder him from doing so.  "Ah...fuck me harder Joey...Harder! Oh!...spank
me Joey! Spank my naughty ass!" Joey complies to Caleb's wishes as he
swipes his palm against Caleb's pale cheeks. "Ah!...you call that a slap
Joey? Harder!" Joey hits harder the second time. "Oh...that's it!...spank
me more...Oh!"

	As Joey's splicing Caleb's ass in half, he continues tanning both
of Caleb's round cheeks until they're red all over. Joey then grabs hold of
Caleb's hips and starts railing him. As Joey's pushing forward, he pulls
Caleb back in short, sharp movements.

	"Uh!...Uh!...Oh fuck!...Fuck...me...harder...Uh!" Caleb grunts out
with each penetration.

	"Hmm...Fuck...Caleb...you...fucking...whore...Gah!..." Joey's
thrusting becomes sharper and shorter. His breathing becomes rigid while
sweating from the intense work out.  "Gah!...I'm...I'm gonna cum! Fuck!!!"
Joey's mind turns off as he spews his load deep into Caleb's ass. After
exploding in Caleb's ass four times, Joey falls back to where Bryan is,
dragging Caleb with him.

	Bryan sees this, scoots all the way back, and catches Joey just
before impact and sets the two down gently in front of him. "You horny
bastards...might as well shout to the whole world while you're at it..."

	"Oh shut up..." Joey says in between pants, "you...picked this
restroom...for a reason...and it's not like...you didn't announced...to the
whole world too..."

	Bryan shakes his head. Joey's right after all; Bryan himself picked
the bathroom in the corner of the school since no one ever goes here. It's
a good thing no one comes here too. The entire bathroom smelled like sex,
sweat, and boy musk. Joey slips his now flaccid dick out of Caleb's ass and
gives Caleb a kiss on the back of his neck.

	"Um guys..." Caleb says to break the silence, "I'm still horny..."

	"Hmm...so it would seem..." Bryan states, trying to sound
philosophical. "What do you suggest we do about that Joey?"

	Joey gets up, leaving Caleb on the toilet seat. "I've got just the
idea." He leans towards Bryan's ears and whispers some sort of
directions. Caleb tries to make out what Joey's saying, but to no success.

	"Ooo...and you call Caleb the naughty boy...look at you and your
kinky ideas," Bryan says out loud.

	"Wasn't my idea, Heather wanted to try it on me once," Joey says in
defense.

	"Hmm...I guess we can both do it at the same time..." Bryan gives
it a thought. He then whispers the plan back into Joey's ear. The two look
at Caleb with a grin, and Bryan unhooks Caleb's shirt from the door and
binds Caleb's hands together behind him.

	"What are you doing?" Caleb asks.

	"You'll see," Bryan teases. "Technically, your punishment isn't
over yet."

	The two older boys crouch down side-by-side in front of Caleb's
throbbing shaft. Joey spits in his right hand, while Bryan spits in his
left. The two clap their hands together, interlocking the fingers, and pump
down Caleb's dick.

	"So Caleb...you punishment is a slow jacking-off torture. Joey and
I'll give you ten regular speed strokes. Then, we'll do ten, painfully,
slow strokes after that. We'll do this for one hundred strokes before we
let you cum," Bryan says.

	Bryan and Joey sync their hand movements into one. They first
proceed with ten regular- speed strokes. Then, they immediately slow their
hands down and massage Caleb's shaft. "Oh fuck!...Hmm..." Caleb moans out
as he bucks his hips forward.

	After the ten slow bounces, the pair of hands pick up speed again,
but only to slow down after the tenth stroke. This process drives Caleb
crazy. He begins squirming around like a snake on sand. "Oh!...fuck
guys!...Hmm!...Lemme cum, please!" Caleb begs. Joey and Bryan ignore his
pleas as they continue on with their plan. The duo picks up speed in their
movement. "Gah!  *Gasps* Please guys! *Panting* Hmm!... Ulgh!" Still, no
reply from the two.

	By the last set of ten, Caleb's sweating like a pig. At the one
hundredth stroke, Bryan and Joey furiously pump Caleb's now purple tool.

	"Gah! Oh fuck! I'm gonna...I'm gonna-" Caleb thrusts his hip
forward once more and fires his load. It hand job was so intense that his
first shot lands in his hair. Caleb continues fucking the pair of hands as
he shoots away. After shooting out six heavy loads of baby batter, Caleb
goes completely limp and sucks in hair through his mouth.

	"That...was...fucking...amazing..." Caleb pants out in between
breaths.

	While he continues pumping air into his chest, Bryan pulls out a
wad of toilet paper and wipes off the mess Caleb made on his body. Man was
it a sight to see. It was as if Caleb grabbed some white paint and threw it
all over himself. There's cum in his hair, on his left cheek, all over his
chest and stomach, and the last of it dribbled down in his pubic
mound. After wiping him somewhat clean, Joey pulls Caleb to a sitting
position and unbinds his hands.

	As soon as he does though, Caleb pounces on Joey, giving him a big
hug. "Thanks guys...  you know...for helping me with my needs..." he says
softly. Joey motions Bryan to join the hug; he wraps his long arms around
the two.

	"Yeah, no problem," Bryan states softly, "But dude, you gotta get
yourself a boyfriend man. I mean come on, you've had a crush on Dylan and
Matt for how long now?"

	Caleb manages to squirm out. "I know...but I can't decide who to be
with...I mean Matt's extremely cute and all, but Dylan's been helping me so
much...I feel like I owe him something."

	"What about Chris? He seems pretty cute too," Joey brings up.

	"Yeah, and I hear that he's fucking smart too, honors program and
all that shit," Bryan adds.

	Caleb ponders on the thought for a minute. "Hmm...he seems ok, but
I feel like he won't like me..." he sulks out.

	"Why's that?" Bryan asks.

	"Because...from what I can tell, he's extremely clingy to Dylan,
sort of as if he wants Dylan to be his big brother or something," Caleb
responds.

	"Hmm...now that you mention it...he has been popping up wherever
Dylan is since school started..." Joey says looking back to the start of
school.

	"You don't think that Chris's-" Bryan starts.

	"-Gay?" Joey finishes for him, "Maybe...but that's not the issue
here now is it?" The other two nod in agreement.

	"Yeah, I know what you mean," Bryan states, "I mean, we won't have
a problem with Chris being gay. I mean come on, we already have one, what's
one more going to do?" He scruffs Caleb's hair.

	"Hey!" Caleb protests back, "You can't deny the fact that I'm
sexy!"

	"Yeah, yeah..." Bryan shoos him away, "go put on your clothes."
Caleb quickly puts everything back on. "Now, as I was saying...the problem
isn't Chris being gay. The problem is if Dylan'll accept him. I mean, Chris
seems pretty fragile. What would happen if Dylan decides to reject him?"

	"But keep in mind," Caleb intervenes as he zips up his pants,
"Dylan's the mind reader. I'm pretty sure he would've figured it out by
now. Don't you think he'd tell Chris that he's not interested in these sort
of things?"

	"But if he's still going along with Chris, that either means Dylan
and Chris talked it out before, or-" Joey and Bryan realize something big
about their friend.

	"Holy shit! Dylan gay!" Bryan quietly shouts out.

	"He could be..." Joey's mind starts pondering on the reasons
why. "I mean, I'd probably turn gay if I had a group of fan girls
constantly annoying me..."

	"Probably..." Bryan rubs his chin with his right hand. "But then
again...this is all based on an assumption...we can't just go around
accusing our best friends now can we?"

	"Yeah, I guess...Thanks for giving me false hope guys..." Caleb
grumps.

	"Anyways Caleb, to make things simple, tell both of them how you
feel. I'm sure they'll be accepting. I've known both of the longest out of
us three, so I should know," Bryan brings up.

	"I guess..." Caleb sulks.

	Bryan leans forward, "And might I suggest starting out with
Matt. He's been pretty lonely ever since that incident with Brandy...Who
knows, he just might give it a try."

	"I hope so..."

	"Now then, lets get you somewhat cleaned up so the others won't
suspect anything." Joey pips out. "Oh and remember guys..."

	"What goes on between us, stays between us," Caleb and Bryan say in
unison.

	The three walk out of the stall and to the sink. Caleb rinses his
mouth, washes his hands and face.

	While Caleb's cleaning up, Bryan asks Joey, "Oh yeah. Joey, wanna
have an orgy this weekend? Carrie's been bugging me to ask you about it
this weekend."

	"I'll ask Heather and see if she's interested. She'll probably say
yes though."

	"Guys, how do I look?" Caleb interrupts the conversation.

	"Like a bitch whore who's been used by two horny bastards," Joey
grins out.

	"I'll take that as a compliment thank you." With Caleb looking much
more "normal," the three walk out the bathroom and back to the lunch table.




*Meanwhile back at the lunch table...*

	"So...it's true," Brandy states rather sternly as she barges her
way to the table. Her voice sends a chill down my spine. Wow, that rarely
happens; something bad's going to happen, I just know it. I shift my eyes
in her general direction. Something strange to point out; she's by herself
today. This gets me wondering where the other girls are.

	I close my eyes, doing whatever I can to avoid contact with
her. "True about what?" I ask sternly.

	"That you got a new one."

	I look at her with raised eyebrows. "What?"

	She flicks a finger in Chris's direction, not even bothering to
look at him. "A new friend."

	"What? I can't make a new friend Brandy? You don't govern my life"
I look away from her again, not wanting to see her disgusting face.

	"No...I don't," Brandy admits, "But the girls and I are wondering
where did he come from."

	"That's for me to know and only me." Still avoiding eye contact
with her.

	"Yeah Brandy, why do you need to know?" Carrie intervenes. Brandy
looks at her and the never ending war between them continues.

	Side note, Brandy and Carrie haven't been in the best terms. Sure
Carrie would naturally hate Brandy before of my position, but the fact that
Carrie won an important election Brandy wanted for the year cemented the
hatred they share for each other. Carrie and Brandy's opening speech alone
made the entire World War II seem like the Anglo-Zanzibar War. Those two
bashed against each other, getting every tiny amount dirt they could find
on each other.

	Halfway through, I had to tell Carrie that neither of them will win
if this keeps going. She had to ignore Brandy and just focus on winning the
election. Thankfully, she took my advice.  Carrie won by a landslide, and
Brandy's hate for Carrie grew exponentially that day. Be warned, never let
these two get into a fight, and if they do, run...just run. It's the
equivalent of America detonating every single nuke they own.

	Anyways, back to my dilemma. Ever have that awkward tension when
two girls argue.  Yeah...my position right now. Carrie both stand up, and a
staring competition ensues, neither forcing to submit to the other. Each
waiting for the other to make the first move.

	I see Matt and Heather stand up and slowly getting away. Smart
people. I also slowly start to get up. I place my hands on Chris's shoulder
and ever so discretely tug him back. Chris ignores my plea and flails his
arms around to remove my hands.

	He stands up and blurts out to Brandy's face. "Just back off
Brandy! Do you know how much Dylan hates you right now?"

	"NOOO!!!!" I scream in my head, "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT CHRIS!!" I
shrink into a little ball, hiding my eyes with my palms.

	Brandy slowly jeers her face to Chris slowly. "What did you say to
me?" she seethes through her teeth. Her eyes have gone red; it's as if a
hideous demon possessed her body and twisted her face beyond
recognition. Chris winces from the look Brandy gives and immediately takes
a step back, trying to hide from her. Brandy raises her hand into a
striking position. Chris shuts his eyes and braces for impact.

	Time slows down around us. Carrie sees Brandy's actions and runs up
to where Chris is, but I can tell that she won't make it in
time. Everything in my mind shuts down as I lunge forward in between Brandy
and Chris. I forcibly grab Brandy's hand at the halfway mark.

	Time stands still; Matt and Heather stop their backing up, Carrie
standing still in her awkward stance, Chris still hiding from the impact,
and me facing away from Chris and parallel to Brandy's body. The entire
lunch area turns silent, with every single pair of eyes on us.

	I droop my head down and speak out in a soft, dark voice, "This is
your first and final warning Brandy. You can say whatever you want about
me, I can care less about the shit you say.  But...if you happen to distort
even one molecule in the air around Chris, I will personally make sure that
you see no tomorrow." I fix my death glare at her. "And that's both a
promise and a threat!" I hiss at her.

	Carrie catches the glimpse of death in eyes and immediately shields
Chris, pulling him away from the scene. I let go of Brandy's hand; she
backs from through the fear of my eyes. She doesn't need a reconfirmation
about what I just said as she skimpily flees from the scene. Whispers among
the crowd, some good, some bad, while the rest are questions.

	I wait for the colors to return in my eyes before I turn around. I
see Carrie and Matt comforting Chris back at the table, telling him that
everything's fine. Carrie looks at me, giving a nod.

	I walk up to where Chris is sitting and crouch down in front of
him. The colors on his cheeks were drained from the incident. I place my
right hand on his left cheek; it's icy cold as he continues trembling. In
the corner of my eye, I see Heather running back with a bottle of water.

	"Here..." Heather stops in front of me, panting. She hands me the
bottle. I unscrew the cap and place the opening under Chris's lip.

	"Drink slowly Chris," I said softly as I tilt the bottle up. After
a couple of sips, Chris's breathing returns to normal and stops
trembling. His cheeks also begin to get some color back.

	"Feel better?" Heather asks.

	Chris just nods his head meagerly. "Thank you..." Then to me, "I'm
sorry Dylan..."

	"For what? Standing up to Brandy? That's the bravest thing anyone's
ever done for me.  You should feel proud of yourself!" I said to boost his
confidence.

	"Yeah, better than what I did," Matt adds.

	Chris sniffles and wipes his nose with his arm. "It's just...she
looked so horrifying, and...  and evil..."

	Carrie lets out a deep sigh. "You haven't seen the worst yet..."

	"Whoa! What happened here?" Caleb shouts as he runs up to where we
are. "What happened Dylan, why are Chris's cheek so white?" He places his
hands on Chris cheek. Chris blushes and curls up his body into a ball. I
steal a look at Caleb, he seemed a bit flushed, as if he's glowing with
sweat.

	"It couldn't be..." I think to myself, "Bryan and Joey have Carrie
and Heather...there's no way..."

	I drop the matter as Joey goes behind Heather and hugs her
waist. "Babe...what happened?"

	"Brandy happened..." she replies sadly.

	Upon hearing the news, Bryan sprints up to Carrie and inspects
her. "Are you alright Carrie? Please tell me that you two didn't get into a
fight again..." he frantically says as he checks her body for any sort of
damage.

	"I'm fine Bryan, really," Carrie says while trying to push him
away.

	"Are you sure? I think I felt a bump somewhere back here," Bryan
says as he inspects Carries head.

	Feeling slightly annoyed, Carrie shoves Bryan away and stares into
his eyes. "Bryan," she grabs his hands, "I'm fine. Chris here...well let's
just say he stopped us from fighting."

	Bryan finally backs up, taking one last look at Carries face. "If
you say so..."

	"What this I hear about Chris?" Caleb pipes in. Chris's cheeks
finally regain coloring, a bit too much if you ask me, at Caleb's words.

	I look at Caleb, then to Joey, then lastly at Bryan. I sigh,
"Well...long story short, Brandy came up to us, staring contest with
Carrie, Chris jumps in and disses Brandy, she tries to slap him, I stop her
and tell her off."

	"WHAT?!" Joey screams out, surprised. He looks at Chris, "You had
the guts to speak up against Brandy? Props to you man." He playfully
punches Chris on the shoulder and gives him a noogie. Chris, of course,
struggles to get away, and telling Joey to stop.

	While the two are goofing off, a feeling new to me emerges from the
midst of my heart. I feel sort of mad at Joey, but it's not the same type
of hatred I have towards Brandy. No, it had more of a "wanting" or
"longing" aspect to it, sort of like wishing I'm the one doing that to
Chris.

	And then, it hits me with a steel wall of obviousness; I'm getting
jealous, jealous of Joey. A second mixture of emotions hit me. On one hand,
I'm happy that Chris is getting along with Joey.  However, on the other
hand, I'm tearing up inside because of what Joey's doing towards
Chris. It's suppose to be me who'll make Chris feel better, not Joey. I
wanted to speak up, but seeing how happy Chris is, I bite hold my
tongue. God I hate this feeling...it's never happened to me before.

	Joey finally lets go of Chris and runs away behind Heather. The
group laughs as Chris tries to grab Joey back for revenge. Failing every
attempt, Chris gives up and looks at me. He sees my eyes, and instantly
knew something's up. I fake a smile at him in an attempt to hide my true
emotions, but like that ever works. Just as Chris is heading towards me,
the bell saves my ass.

	"Oh, bell rang guys. Time to go to class," I quickly blurt out. I
speed walk to where Chris and my backpack are, pick them up, and sprint to
my next class.

	Chris sees me stealing his backpack. "Hey! That's my backpack!" He
chases after me with the two of us laughing.

	Back at the lunch group, everyone shakes their head as they also
grab their backpacks.  Saying goodbyes to each other, they each head in
opposite directions to class.




	"Get back here!" Chris shouts through the hallway chasing me. I
round the corner and hide behind the lockers. Chris pops out the hallway
and I pounce on him with a massive bear hug.  Making sure that no one's
around, I kiss him on the forehead.

	"God I wanted to do that for so long!" I said after parting his
brows. I detach myself from his body and hand him his backpack.

	He swings it on his back. I hold his hand and continue walking
towards class.

	"Dylan?" Chris asks while following my pace, "Is Brandy going to
hurt me?"

	I stop dead in my tracks. I look down, "No Chris...she won't hurt
you, not directly at least... She'll probably find some other person to
bring harm to you." I face in front of Chris and hug him. "I promise that
I'll always protect you, no matter what, especially now since you pissed
Brandy off."

	"I'm kind of scared of her Dylan..." He hugs me back.

	I squeeze him harder. "Don't worry Chris. Just stick by me, and
nothing will happen to you. I promise." I kiss him on the forehead again.

	Chris lets go of me, "Thanks Dylan..." he giggles a little.

	"What?" I ask.

	"Nothing...it's just that I imagine you as my great protector."

	"Well...in mythology, Rome was started by a boy named Romulus who
was nursed by a wolf."

	"What's that got to do with me?" Chris asks.

	"It means that you are a boy who is destined for greatness, and I'm
the Wolfe who helped lead you to greatness."

	"If you say so..." Chris says, unsure of himself. I grab hold of
his hand again and set towards our final destination.

	We arrive in front of our classrooms with two minutes to spare. I
wait until Chris enters his classroom before heading into mine. Class, as
usual, is boring beyond reason...I question why it's mandatory for me to be
here...Can't wait for college...at least then I'll be treated like an
adult, and not some baby.

	Anyways, I tone out the teacher's voice after hearing PPF
(Production Possibility Frontier). For those who are still in school, don't
follow my example...As much as I hate school, it is useful at times. And
the teachers-for the most part-do take their job seriously. Who knows, you
might find something useful in learning. Then, you can wow your friends
with what you've learned.

	The bell soon rings and having no good reason to stay in the room,
I bolt out the door and stand in front of Chris's room. He runs out the
door and tackle hugs me.

	"I missed you Dylan..."

	I look around and see people looking at us funny. I lean into
Chris's ear. "People are staring Chris." He lets go and blushes a
little. His cuteness gets me every time. I give him a gentle push to get
him moving to our next class.

	We arrive and sit in the back table again, waiting for Caleb to
come. In about three seconds, Caleb comes running in. He spots us and walks
over to us.

	"Hey guys," he says as he sits down next to me.

	I detect an odor. I sniff around, and find the source as Caleb. I
cringe and pinch my nose.  "Agh, you reek Caleb. What have you been doing?"
I said as I fan my hand near my nose. He blushes at my words; Hmm...first
the flushed look at lunch and now this...I wonder why...

	"Oh you know...regular guy stuff..." he looks away from my
eyes. Hmm...something's up...  and I intend to find out what.

	"So, what you got for me today?" I ask Caleb.

	"Math, English, and...Bio."

	"Alright, let's start with bio...since you can do the English and
math at home if we don't get to it."

	"Alright..." He proceeds to pull out his bio worksheet.

	I turn to face Chris, "So...do you need my help? Or should I spend
my time helping the lost cause?"

	"I think I can manage. I'll bug you if a question comes up."

	"Kay." I blow him his second kiss of the day. He happily accepts it
and blows one back to me.

	"Here we are..." Caleb slams his worksheet on the table, "I'm
learning about the plant and animal cell..." He squints his eyes, trying to
read the tiny directions, "It says I have to label the different parts of
the two cells. Then, explain the difference between the two types of
cells."

	"Ok," I said, "think you can manage that? I mean, you just learned
this today. Right?"

	"I think so..." he points at a part of the cell diagram, "This is
the mitochondria right?"

	"Yeah...congratulations Caleb. For the first time in history,
you've actually got a question right!" I clap my hands rapidly.

	"Shuddup!" he punches my shoulder while Chris and I laugh at him.

	"Anyways, I think you've got it. Give me your math homework so I
can see what you're learning."

	He wanders back into his black hole and pulls out another
worksheet. "Here, I think it's all review for now though."

	I snatch it from his hands and take a look. He's right, it's all
algebra one review...for now...  I take out two sheets of line paper and
start working on the problems. Can't have Caleb proving me wrong now can I?

	Well...technically, I finish in about...eh, two minutes or so? Come
on, it's simple math! I could've finished it all in my head. So why take
out paper you say? Well...it's part of my plan to find out what Caleb's
been up to of course! I pretend to continue working on the math problems,
but instead of writing down numbers, I hastily scribble a note to Chris.

	To my loving, sexy angel.

	Please do me a favor and go to bathroom for five minutes. Caleb's
hiding something, and I

	intend to find out what it is.

	With hearts and love, Dylan.

	I fold up the letter, and place it on Chris's lap. He gives me a
funny look, but opens the makeshift letter. After reading it, he mouths
out, "What?"

	"I'll tell you about it later," I mouth back, with a wink. Chris
nods and stands up.

	"Where you going Chris?" Caleb looks up and asks.

	"Oh, I have to go pee really badly. Be back in about five minutes."
Before Caleb could reply, Chris dashes out the door. While Caleb's looking
away from me and towards Chris, I do a "ripping paper" gesture at Chris. I
think he saw me outside from the window as he tosses the paper into a
trashcan.

	As soon as Chris is out of sight, Caleb goes back to work. I lean
closer to him and break the silence between us. "So Caleb... What's on your
mind?"

	Caleb tenses up slightly and tries to act cool. "What do you mean?
I'm fine."

	"Bullshit. Remember, you're talking to who again? Come on, tell me
what happened...You know I won't stop until you do."

	"No, I'm not telling," Caleb states flatly.

	"Fine. I guess I'll have to play the guessing game...Did it have
something to do with Brandy's unexpected visit?"

	"Even if it was, I'm not telling you," he sticks out his tongue at
me.

	I ignore his gesture and continue on, "Has it something to do with
Bryan and Joey?"

	Caleb's eyes slightly widen. Bingo, something happened among the
three; time to pry.

	"So...it is them...Tell me what happened Caleb," I poke at his
sides.

	He pushes my hands away, feeling slightly annoyed. "No!" He closes
his eyes, attempting to ignore me.

	I wouldn't have any of that. I continue pushing his buttons. I lean
in and massage his ears.  "Come on Caleb, you can tell me...I promise I
won't tell anyone..." I whisper into his ears. Man did he reek...

	Caleb drops his jaws and lets out a soft moan. I lower my hands
down to his shoulders and start giving him a massage. Caleb responses with
a series of soft moans. As I'm squeezing his shoulders, his shorts start
tenting up. Not wanting to embarrass him, I stop and remove my hands from
his shoulders. His eyes immediately open and he looks at me.

	"So...what happened?" I ask.

	"*Sigh* You're impossible sometimes."

	"I try my best."

	"...You promise not to tell anyone about this?" Caleb brings up.

	"Sure, now tell me! I'm dying to know!" I dramatically act.

	Caleb leans forward and goes deep into thought. That rarely
happens; something major must be on his mind. I wait patiently for a
response.

	"Dylan..." he starts, "Do you like me?"

	"Of course I like you...I'm your friend aren't I?"

	"Yeah I guess...but do you...you know..." he trails off while
poking his two index fingers together. He looks up at me; his eyes contain
the look of defeat...and fear...absolute fear. He looks down and sighs
again. "I think I like you Dylan..."

	"You just said-"

	"No," he speaks out a bit louder, cutting me off, "I mean...I think
I like like you..."

	It's my turn for my jaws to drop. To be completely shocked doesn't
even begin to describe my reaction to Caleb's words, and I can't describe
my reaction. I mean, I'm the guy who's supposedly able to read minds! When
did all this happen?! Why did it all this crap have to come up today?!

	"Um...well this is awkward..." I scratch the back of my head. "How
do I put this gently..."

	"You don't like me do you..." Caleb's eyes starts puffing up and
turning red.

	"What?! No...it's far from that...it's just..." How am I suppose to
explain this to Caleb?...  On one hand, I don't want him to take it the
wrong way, but on the other, I can't just blurt out that I'm together with
Chris! I promised him that he'd be the one to tell people when he's
ready...

	Caleb starts tearing up. He looks away from me, "I'm not
crying...something just got in my eye..."

	I let out a big sigh and shake his knee. "Caleb," I start, "do you
remember back on the first day when I promised you that you'd be the first
to know my secret?"

	Caleb sniffles, wipes his nose with his arms, and looks up at me,
"Yeah..."

	"Perhaps it's time that you knew..." I look around, making sure no
one's looking at us.  Thankfully, everyone's head is buried in their books
and papers. I drop my voice slightly, just for a safety measure, "I've been
in love with a boy for the longest time...longer than I've known you...
Everyday, I wake up thinking about him, and every night, I go to sleep
dreaming about him. And this year, I've finally been able to tell him my
feelings, and he's willing to give me a chance..."

	Caleb chokes out, "So who is it?"

	"That's just it...I can't tell you. I made a promise to him that
only he gets to announce it to the world... and knowing about
Brandy's...touchy subject, I don't think that's happening anytime soon."

	"So...you can't be my boyfriend..." Caleb says sadly.

	I scruff his hair, "Sorry...but I'm taken...and besides...you do
think you can survive the wrath of Brandy?"

	Caleb giggles. "No...I guess not..."

	I'm glad he's cheering up a little. But still... "You don't seem to
surprised at my confession, why is that?"

	"Because...Bryan, Joey, and I had a conversation beforehand...Now
that you mention it...  they did mention something about Chris...but I
can't quite remember what it was..."

	Knowing full well what they were talking about at this point, I
give Caleb a hug, but his smell causes me to back up after contact. "Sheesh
Caleb...ever heard of deodorant?"

	"Sorry...I didn't know..." he blushes.

	"So...what did Bryan and Joey do to you?" I question him.

	"Oh...um..." He blushes profoundly in the ears. He leans into my
ear, "Don't tell anyone this, especially Bryan and Joey, but...I've been
having sex with them."

	"What?" I shout a little too out. That awkward moment of silence
when the entire class looks at you. Think quick on my feet I regain my
composure, "Hahaha, very funny Caleb. Now let's get back to work." I grab
his paper and bend down to the table, trying to act natural again; Caleb
joins in with me. I shift my eyes around, making that sure no one's giving
us dirty looks.

	"Sheesh Caleb!" I forcibly whisper at him, "As if my day isn't
chaotic enough. Spill the beans!"

	We sit back into a normal position again, and Caleb admits to me
the story, "Well to be honest, it isn't the first time...During the third
day of summer vacation, Joey and Bryan crashed at my house after
practice. Naturally, they hogged my laptop, but I was stupid enough to
leave some gay porn on my laptop screen for all to see. When I realized, it
was already too late. I was scared shitless when they discovered it. I
thought they were gonna beat me up or something. Well, long story short,
they were really understanding. They helped me, and talked to me whenever I
needed help. Soon, I asked them a huge favor, to suck their dicks. They
agreed, but said it was only to help me calm down my raging hormones, and
nothing else."

	I mumble to myself, "Typical Bryan..."

	"What was that?" Caleb asks.

	"Huh? Oh, is that why you smell? From all that sex?" I whisper at
him, hopefully not drawing any attention.

	"Mhm..." He blushes like a high school girl. "Anyways...where was
I...oh yeah! So, anyways, from that point on, Bryan, Joey, and I would goof
off and I'd each blow them off, or one of them would fuck me. Don't worry,
I asked them to do it to me. They didn't want to at first, but I kept
bugging them. So naturally, you can see what happened from there..."

	"......Jeeze Caleb...how many times have you done it with them?"

	"I've lost count...but like what Bryan said, what we did was only
sex...it wasn't love. What I want is someone to love me...you know, to
cuddle with me, and telling me that I'm special to them every day..." A
tear flows down his cheek.

	"Aw...I'm sure you'll find someone special soon Caleb...what about
Matt? He's been single since forever, why not give him a shot?"

	"Yeah...I just had this conversation with Bryan and Joey...it was a
hard decision between you and Matt really...I don't know, I guess I like
smart people..." He blushes.

	"I guess you do..."

	"Dylan?..." Oh god, he sounds just like Chris. "Is Chris your
boyfriend?"

	"Um..." Shit, what do I do?! Just then, Chris comes back in. Thank
you Chris! I owe you big time for this! I look at him, "Well, speak of the
devil..."

	He sits back down at his seat. "What I miss?"

	"Oh nothing much. Caleb told me a wonderful story about my
friends. I'm starting to question their trustworthiness and loyalty," I
said nonchalantly. I look over at Caleb, and he shrinks a little.

	"Oh, it can't be that bad can it?"

	"You'd be surprised...anyways, let's actually try to get some work
done. You done with the worksheet yet Caleb?"

	"Huh?...Oh...yeah, here." He hands it to me. I glance at it
quickly, making sure he did the work correctly.

	"Alright, now let's work on math."

	"Ok...but Dylan," Caleb tries to get me to stop. He looks over at
Chris and whispers in a soft voice, "Is Chris your boyfriend?"

	Chris looks up at me, mortified. Fuck! Why today?! I stare at the
two of them; I can feel the tension between the three of us.

	"What the fuck were you two talking about?" Chris mumbles out.

	"Um..." Come on stupid brain, think of something! "Ok..." I look at
Chris, "It's not my place to tell you anything; that's Caleb's, and only
Caleb's, decision." I then turn to Caleb, "And Caleb, I can't answer
that. Only Chris can tell you, if he wants to. Okay everyone?" I clap my
hands together to end the conversation, but secretly, to pray to any god
who can save me right now.

	"Nu-uh." Chris gives off a look of despair and fear. "Dylan, did
you tell Caleb my secret?"

	I look around the room; eyes everywhere...again...Woo, this is so
my day. NOT!

	I let out a deep sigh. "Chris," I whisper so the rest of the
classroom can't hear me, "you'll just have to trust me, I didn't tell Caleb
your secret okay? I mean come on, I promised you, didn't I?"

	"I guess..." Chris mumbles out. The doubt on his face starts
disappearing.

	"I'll tell you about it later, okay?" I propose. Chris nods,
slowly. Nonetheless, it's still a nod. I turn to Caleb and give him a
wink. He gives the one-nod, knowing full well that his secret is safe. "I
need a breather from all this...think you can manage by yourself Caleb?"

	"I...think so."

	"Good." I lean back on my chair, cover my eyes with my hands, and
take in deep breaths.  God, why must today be so anarchic?... First with
the incident with Brandy, then Caleb's story, and now all this...I bend
over and rest my head on the table for the remainder of class.

	The bell rings and the three of us pack up our stuff hastily and
rush out the door.

	"See ya guys!" Caleb waves as he walks in the other direction.

	"Bye Caleb!" Chris shouts back, waving. Ah...he's so cute! We turn
around and start heading towards my car.

	The thing about my school, people absolutely detest it. It's barely
3:00, and 80% of the student body already left. You can tell, just by the
number of cars left in the parking lot...seven... I open the back seat and
instruct Chris to throw his backpack there. We both strip off the heavy
load off our backs and I toss mine in first. Chris throws his in too after
I get out of the way. I steal a glance at his bubble butt while he's
adjusting our backpacks in the car. A sudden impulse hits me.

	Chris turns around as he speaks, "Ready to go Dy-" I quickly bend
down and steal his breath away. Chris immediately melts into goo; I grab
each cheek to help support him. Being careful not to bump our heads, I
carry him and dive into my car.

	I part from his lips for just a moment. "Finally! I wanted you for
so long!" I attack him with another kiss.

	"Mmm..." I leave his lips and plunge down on his
neck. "Dylan!...why'd you leave me?...Kiss me again..."

	I didn't need a second invitation. I reach back up and kiss him
roughly on the lips. I force my tongue into his mouth, but my love-bunny
wouldn't let me. Instead, he drives his wet noodle back and our tongues
engage in some moist, sexy wrestling.

	Somehow, we managed to switch positions in the tiny cramped space
as we're making love. I squeeze his buttocks, hard. Chris arches his back
like a seal and lets out a loud moan. He squeezes my rib cage with his arms
to support himself. I expect him to come back to kiss me, but instead, he
climbs off me and sits on my in a cowboy style.

	"Aww...why Chris?" I ask in a puppy voice.

	"Because...you have to meet with my mom remember?" He rubs his butt
where my butt it.  A boisterous moan escapes from my throat. But before
anything could get serious, Chris gets out of car and sits in the front
seat.

	"You fucking tease," I said. He looks back and sticks his tongue at
me. "I'm gonna get you back for this Chris, just you wait!"

	"I can't wait..." he coquets at me.

	Feeling completely depressed about the cock block, I grudgingly
climb to the driver's seat and start the car. I pull out of the parking lot
and onto the road.

	I reach the first stop light shortly after winding out of the
tortuous roads. Glancing over in Chris's direction, I steal a glance at
him. I can't help it! He's so cute and sexy looking! And the fact that he
made me extreme horny a few minutes ago doesn't help me either. Everything
about him is just so...perfect. His sleek, bleached hair, his smooth,
tanned skin, and best of all, his body features. Despite being at the age
of fifteen, he looks like a little twelve year-old boy...MY little
boy. I'll do anything to protect him.Anyways, the light changes to green
and I floor it to his house.




	We arrive back at his house in about ten minutes (traffic...as if
my day isn't bad enough...).  I pull up to the driveway and turn off the
engine. I look over at Chris, but he seems sad.

	I reach over and shake his knee. "Something on your mind Chris?"

	He snaps out of his daydreaming. "Huh? Oh, sorry Dylan...it's
just...what does my mom want? She's never done anything like this
before..."

	I lean forward and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Everything
will be fine Chris, I promise."

	"And if it's not?" He looks up with his puppy eyes.

	"Then I'll make it right!" I pump out my chest. Chris giggles at my
acting, but he reaches forward and gives me a hug. "Whoa...careful there
Chris." I wrap my arms around him and give him a quick squeeze.

	We let go of each other and he reaches over to grab his
backpack. Feeling much better about ourselves, we head out of my car and
into his house. Once at the door, Chris unlocks it and we walk in.

	"We're home!" I shout out. Chris gives me a funny look.

	"I'm in the kitchen!" A voice replies, presumably Mrs. Tanner's.

	Chris and I take off our shoes and walk down the hallway. At the
turn of the corner, I see Mrs. Tanner brewing some tea and setting up
plates for something. She turns around and sees us.

	"Oh! come, come, sit. I'm just about to make some tea. Can I get
you anything Dylan?"

	Huh...she never called me by my first name before. Something's
up...Chris and I sit on the countertop, and I ask for some juice. Chris
asks for the same. Mrs. Tanner pulls out the carton of juice and pours two
cups for us.

	Sitting down, she asks us, "So...how was school?"

	Chris looks away. "Don't mention it..." I grumble.

	"Oh, did something happen?"

	"What did happen?..." I groan out.

	"Can we talk about something else?" Chris brings up. "Mom, don't
you have something to ask Dylan?"

	Mrs. Tanner gives Chris a funny look, but decides to drop
it. "Yes...as a matter of fact, I do. But it's not only for Dylan, it also
concerns you Chris." She folds her hand on the counter. "As you know Chris,
I'm a very busy person...so is your father."

	Chris gives his mom a glare. She sees the look and sighs. "...I'm
sorry Chris...for not being the best parent. But I want to you know that
I've always wanted done what's best for you."

	"Sure...that and the fact that you've never been there for me!" I
mean, even Dylan knows more about me than you do!" Chris snaps at his mom.

	"I know...and I'm truly sorry." She reaches for Chris's hand, but
he backs away. Sighing, she continues, "Anyways...I've been offered to work
at a new position for the company, which means I'll be working different
hours now."

	Chris's eyes peer up and gives his mother a questioning look. "What
do you mean by new hours?"

	"Well...first off, I can finally get off work at four Monday to
Friday."

	"That means-"

	Mrs. Tanner cuts Chris off, "Yes honey. That means I can be home
and actually spend time with you." She gives Chris a warm smile. "This is
to make up for all the times I've absent."

	Chris's pupils grow wider and wider as his jaws drop lower and
lower. Unable to contain his excitement, he jumps off his chair and rushes
over to his mom a big hug. "Oh thank you thank you thank you!"

	Mrs. Tanner hugs back. "But...there is one slight problem..."

	Chris lets go of his mom, "What's that?"

	"I have to work all day during the weekends until six, meaning
you'll alone at home until then." She then looks at me, "That's where you
come in Dylan."

	"Let me guess...you want me to look after Chris over the weekends."

	"Yes. Not as a favor, but as a job..."

	I make a face. "A job?"

	"Yes...a job...I want you to stay with Chris during the weekends
and look after him."

	"Hmm...ok...but why me?" I ask, "I mean. You barely know me, and
yet, you're just gonna hire me out of the blue?"

	She scoots Chris back to his seat. "Boys...I may not be the best
parent, but I'm still a mother after all...and as the saying goes, 'mothers
know everything.' And I do know that you two are an item now."

	Chris spits out his juice and coughs. "Wha...what?!" I help him by
patting his back.

	"You don't seem too surprised Dylan. I wonder why..." Mrs. Tanner
ponders.

	Making sure Chris is alright, I turn to Mrs. Tanner, "As you said,
mothers know everything... well, that and I know that you walked into
Chris's room last night." I flash a huge grin at her. "You were so close to
breaking us up, but you didn't, didn't you?"

	Mrs. Tanner looks down. "Yeah...at first, I wanted to...but then I
saw how happy Chris was, I instantly knew. It's going to take a bit to get
used to, but if you are the only person who can bring Chris happiness, who
am I to stop you?"

	"So...you approve of me being with Dylan?" Chris discreetly asks.

	"Yes Chris, not only do I approve, but I also encourage. Which is
why I'm offering Dylan a babysitting job." She looks back at me. "So, how
'bout it?"

	How do I respond to this?...Again, chaotic day... "Mrs. Tanner," I
begin, "I'm glad that you approve of Chris and I, but I prefer that you
don't pay me to look after him. I feel like it's taking advantage of
him..."

	"Quite the contrary Dylan!" Mrs. Tanner explains, "In fact, you'd
be doing me a favor. I may not look like it, but everyday, I feel
uncomfortable with Chris being alone in this big house.  It's always been
like this...I've never felt safe with a random babysitter looking after
Chris, and he's never invited friends over. Heck, you're the first visitor
Chris's had for as long as I can remember. I partly blame myself
though...I've never been able to encourage Chris to take a risk and try
something new. No...that's your job now."

	I look over at Chris. He shrugs his shoulders. "Thanks...your a big
help..." I said sarcastically to him.

	"I don't know what to do..." He raises his hands up. I sigh.

	Mrs. Tanner brings up, "Look at it this way Dylan. You are a senior
this year aren't you?"

	I nod my head.

	"Then this is job can look good on your college applications. Plus,
my company has many benefits for students just like you. Later on, if you
like, you can take up on an internship from either me or my husband. Both
require a letter of rec., and who better to ask than someone with a high
position in the company?"

	I absorb all the information given. "Alright..." I finally said,
"there's no point in arguing with you huh?..."

	Mrs. Tanner nods.

	"And it's been a chaotic day as it is...I'll accept the job, and
you can decide on the pay; it won't matter to me."

	"Ok, and just to be clear Dylan, I only want you to spend time with
Chris. It doesn't necessarily be in this house. You can go anywhere. Heck,
you can even stay over at your house for the weekend, with your parents'
approval of course."

	"Ok," I reply.

	"Oh, and two more things. First, can you start this Friday after
school?"

	"Probably Mrs. Tanner. I'll have to talk with my parents, but they
should be fine with it.  What's the other thing?"

	"Please call me Betty from now on."

	"Ok Mrs...I mean Betty," I smile at her.

	"Good, now to discuss another important business..." She looks at
Chris. "Chris, I know how you feel right now about being in love...I was
young too. But I want you to be careful ok?"

	"Jeeze mom! Not in front of Dylan!" he turns red.

	"Doesn't matter. I know that your father's never given you the
talk, but please...take things slowly ok?" She looks at me, "I'm sorry to
bother you about this, but can you please explain the things to him? I'm
willing to help you in anyway possible."

	"Oh sure, it's not a problem," I reply, giggling at the fact that
Chris and I've already done some really naughty stuff.

	Betty looks back at Chris. "Promise me you'll be safe Chris...I
don't want you to get hurt."

	"Ok, I promise! Jeeze, why don't you tell the whole world about
this?"

	"Ok, I think that's all I need to say. I'll be at home for the
remainder of the week since the company needs to get my schedule
approved. Now run along you two."

	Chris gets off his seat and gives his mom another hug. "Thanks
mom...Dylan was right about you, you do care about me."

	She looks at me. I shrug my shoulders. Chris lets go and takes my
hand, leading me up to his room.

	We reach Chris's room and the first I do tackle him with a kiss. I
force my tongue deep into his throat and start roaming everywhere around
his body with my hands. Using my leg, I swing the door close and force the
two of us onto his bed. Without breaking our kiss, I unbutton his jeans and
reach inside his boxers for his jewels.

	"I told you I'd get you back," I smugly said to my sexy boy.

	"Hmm...you did...Oh!" he squeals out as I squeeze his balls gently.

	"So...I think we both need a stress reliever after what happened
today," I whisper into his ears.

	"Hmm...what do you suggest?"

	"I think you need a punishment for teasing me earlier today..." I
coo at him. I pull his jeans and boxers off of him. While I'm tugging at
his pants, he swiftly strips off his shirt. I take a good look at my
extremely hot boyfriend in the buff. "Spread your legs," I command him.

	He instantly separates his legs apart, giving me more access. I
squeeze in between his legs and start kissing him vigorously. I reach for
his wrists and straddle them next to his head with my arms. I lift myself
off of him, but continue to smack my tongue in his mouth.

	After about five minutes of some tongue action, I let go of his
wrists and plunge down to his hung orbs. I open my jaws and take both
pearls at once, suckling them gently. I tenderly lash my tongue up and down
the underside of his scrotum. This drives Chris beyond ecstasy. He'd writhe
and squirm around like a worm.

	Once in an occasion, I'd stop tormenting his sack and give it a few
suctions, sucking in his sweat and boy musk eagerly for myself. I'd then
give his hairless jewels a couple of warmhearted tugs with my lips.

	Unable to contain himself any longer, Chris begs, "Oh...Dylan
please!...Make love to my penis!..."

	I guess he's suffered enough. I let go of his balls and go for the
next best thing, his love making shaft. I engulf it in one go and shove it
halfway in. Chris immediately bucks his hips forward and gasps. With my
hands, I manage to straddle him back down and push my head to take in the
remaining three inches in. Nuzzling in his cute little pubes with my nose,
I take in a deep breath, causing my man parts to grow bigger in
size. Instead of the usual bobbing, I start contracting the back of throat.

	"Uh...Dylan! Oh god! Hmm..." Chris breaks free from my hands and
pushes his hips forward. I gag a little, but regain composure. "Please! I'm
begging you!..." he gasps out. Fulfilling his wish, I start stroking my
horny lover's cock with my lips.

	"Uh...Uh...Uh...Hmm! Oh! I'm gonna...I'm...Ah!!" he screams as
spews his load deep into my mouth. Wad after wad, load after load, he sends
his tasty nectar deep into my throat. I desperately try to swallow it all,
but for something reason, he just won't stop. Some of it chokes out of the
corners of my mouth, but I manage to take down most of it.

	Like always, Chris spasms once more and that last drop spurts
out. I suck up my saliva, lick the corners of my mouth, and go up to give
my angel a kiss.

	"Hmm...you cummed so much this time Chris...I almost drowned..." I
pout out my lips.

	"Sorry..." he giggles, "How's about you drown me in yours?"

	"Oh, getting kinky are we?" I flirt back at him.

	"Of course. Now straddle me and hump my face. I wanna please my big
brother," he says with a sly smile.

	Without needing a second invitation, I quickly strip off my cloths,
pull Chris by the armpit up against the wall, and straddle his chest in
between my knees. Chris opens his jaws, and I ram all seven inches down his
hot mouth. Resting my hands parallel to the wall, I start fucking his face.

	"Uh, uh, pmf!" I grunt out with each thrust. "Oh, fuck
yeah...damn...you're...so hot Chris... Nnm! Oh! It's coming!..." I start
humping faster and faster. "Oh! Oh! Get ready Chris!" I thrust forward once
more and dump my baby batter into his hot mouth. Wave after wave, I release
my creamy substance. I think I shot six ropes, but I really can't remember
as I'm in complete heaven.

	When one last spasm, I collapse and fall over, panting like a
dog. There I am, sweating and lying on top of Chris. He manages to pull
himself free though and rest his body on top of mine.

	"That was hot," Chris giggles out.

	"Very hot," I snicker back. We both sigh and just rest there for
the next ten minutes.

	"...Dylan?"

	"...Yeah buddy?"

	"Can you stay for another night?"

	I push myself up and kiss him on the forehead. "I wish I can Chris,
but I'm out of clothes.  And plus, I need to talk to my parents about the
job your mom's offering."

	"Oh...ok...It's just...it's going to be awkward with my mom here
for the next few days..."

	"Well, wouldn't this be a great time to bond? You always did wanted
them to notice you.  You now have the opportunity to do so."

	"I guess..."

	I scruff his hair and kiss him again on the forehead. "Sorry. I'll
make it up to you kay?"

	"Ok, but you promised!"

	"Yeah, I promise. Now let's get this place aired out. It smells of
sweat and sex."

	Chris gets off of me and opens the window. While he's doing that, I
put on my clothes and shove all my soiled clothes (minus a pair of boxers)
into my duffle bag. Turning around I see Chris tugging his shirt over his
head. I walk over and help him. Once his head goes through the opening, I
steal a kiss from him.

	"Hey there beautiful."

	"Hi," he giggles back.

	I hand him my pair of boxers. "For you, in case you miss me." He
looks at me in awe; I place it in his hands and place a finger at my
lips. "Shh...don't tell your mom, or else she might clean it."

	Chris responds with a giggle. He sprints over to his drawers and
shoves it deep in there. I throw my duffle bag around my back and sneak up
behind Chris. In one motion, I sweep him off the floor and start walking
towards the stairs.

	"Hey!"

	"Oh shut it," I tease at him. "You love being spoiled by me."

	"Fine, if you put it that way..." he fake pouts back at me.

	I laugh at him and head down the stairs. Once at the bottom, I walk
back into the kitchen and set him down on a stool. I kiss him on the
forehead and gulp down the rest of my juice.

	I look at the microwave for the time. "Wow it's getting late. I
need to get going Chris."

	"Ok..." he follows me to the door.

	"I'll see you by your locker tomorrow ok?" I tell him.

	"Sure..." He gives me a big hug and tiptoes up to kiss me. After an
awkward moment of silence, he reluctantly lets go of me.

	"Text me later tonight Chris," I said as I head towards my car.

	"Ok!" he shouts back at me while waving his hand.

	I throw my duffle bag on the passenger seat, get in my car, and
start the engines. After the stuttering pause, my car springs to life and I
start backing up.

	I roll down my window once I'm on the road. "Bye Chris!"

	"Bye Dylan!" I hear him shout back.

	I press the gas pedal and head back to my place.

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