Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 14:03:30 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 12

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Dylan receiving his own PoV when he moved to town, meeting a girl named
Tessa while shopping for clothes with his new foster father.

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~~Chapter Twelve – Homecoming Plans, Homecoming, and a New Friend~~

[Xander]

	I'm lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as Karma slowly spins
on the chair at the desk, talking about her duties on the Student
Council. Right now, the Student Council is trying to come up with a theme
for Homecoming, which is in a few weeks. Third week of October, one month
from now. The high school's mascots are the Knights, and their colors are
red and gold. The Student Council is having a hard time coming up with
something, even though an idiot like me could see what they should do.

	"Don't you have previous years to draw on?" I'm very annoyed by her
spinning.

	"No," she groans, spinning around a little quicker than she was
before. "The school's had an intensely strict dress code until this year,
including a uniform, and all dances were super formal and required a very
specific dress code. That's gone with this year, and we can do whatever we
want.

	"Could theme it medieval," I say, and she stops spinning and looks
at me. "Thanks for stopping spinning. Please don't start again."

	"This is probably where," she says. "People in books and movies
would say they liked you better when you didn't talk. I'm just happy you're
talking. What did Mr. King say to you in the car?"

	I still haven't told anyone what went on after I met David and
before I got back. What was said to me, and what I found out.

	"I know the colors are red and gold," I say. "But Monday could be
red and gold, and knights with a lion image, Tuesday could be black and
brown and bears, Wednesday could be brown and white and hawks, Thursday
could be black and silver and wolves, and Friday could be red and gold and
dragons, the emblem that the mascot actually wears, so it'd match up at the
assembly. Then the Homecoming Dance on Friday could be themed red and gold,
which it probably would be, anyway, but you had to be wearing red and gold
to get into it. Or red or gold. The Homecoming thing on Monday, where the
different clubs have different stalls, could be set up like a medieval
marketplace. The drama club would probably have fun with that. The food at
the dance could be medieval-like hors d'oeuvres, and-" I cut off when I
look over at Karma and see her face. "Yeah, it's a stupid idea."

	"No, it's not," she says when I look up at the ceiling. "That's
actually a cool idea. Do you have paper and a pencil somewhere? I want to
write all this down and present it at the meeting tomorrow."

	"Desk, top drawer on the right for pen, drawer underneath for
paper."

	It'll get rejected, it's a stupid idea.

	Later, Karma leaves, and I get up and get started on my homework,
going downstairs for dinner and eating with the Scotts. I go to school the
next day, and Luke sticks by my side the entire time.

	He's become really annoying. He still wants me to be his boyfriend,
but I keep telling him 'no'. It's as if he thinks I'll give in just because
he won't stop asking me. He broke his promise, I don't trust him. I have no
plans to ever be his boyfriend.

	After school, I'm in the middle of doing my homework when Karma
calls me. As soon as I answer the phone, she tells me to meet her at this
little diner, and that I don't get a choice in it. I text Mrs. Scott and
let her know I'm leaving to go meet up with Karma, and then I leave.

	"What took you so long?" She asks when I show up. "Did you walk
here?"

	"Yeah."

	"Goofball," she rolls her eyes. "Come on, everyone's waiting."

	Everyone?

	I walk to the corner she leads me to to find six other high school
students, plus an adult sitting there, and I get nervous and scared. Why's
Karma leading me to a group of high school students?

	"This is him," she says, presenting me to the group.

	"Isn't he in middle school?" One of the boys asks her, not even
looking at me.

	"Yes," she says. "But it was his idea, and you liked it."

	"What makes you think he kept thinking about it?" One of the girls
asks her, but is staring at me. That makes me nervous, too. "I mean, you
said he stopped after he called it stupid."

	"Because he's Xander," Karma answers. "He doesn't stop thinking
about things, once they're in his head. Xander, they actually like the
idea, but they want to hear more. If we can get it to fit into our budget,
we'll go with it. We have a decent budget, though, so we can make it fit."

	For what feels like hours, they interrogate me on my idea. Do they
really think it's good? I still think it's stupid, like all my other ideas
and me.

[Finn]

	Karma was gone much longer than we usually are when it came to the
Student Council meetings, so I figured they were probably still trying to
figure out something different for Homecoming, even though they'll probably
end up having just a dance with punch and some snacks. Next week is when
the fliers are supposed to be hung up and passed out so people know what
the themes for each day are, but we've never done themes before, due to our
school's old policies and strictness. That's been giving us a headahce.

	So since she's gone and I'm feeling better than I was this morning
(I would've been at the meeting, too, being the other Freshmen
Representative on the council, but I was sick this morning), I go over to
my godparents' to see if I can talk Xander into hanging out with me, since
he seems to be fine with my sister, after they hung out for a few hours
yesterday. When I get there, I hear from the driver that he went on a walk,
so I call up Aunt Linda, and she tells me that he told her he's going to go
hang out with Karma.

	Xander actually left the house to actively hang out with her, not
just sit there while she ambushes him wherever he is and listen to her
rant? Seriously?

	She probably told him he wasn't being given a choice, and he
probably took her seriously. I try to call Karma, but she sends me to
voicemail on the first ring, and doesn't answer after that, so probably set
it to silent.

	It's pretty cloudy out, so I go for a walk, since it won't hurt my
eyes too much. I grab Turtle from home, first. As soon as the walk starts,
he rams his nose into the ground and starts sniffing, as if he's tracking a
scent, his tail wagging the entire time.

	Sometime later, his head perks up, and he starts moving
quickly. He's got the scent of something. I follow him, I'll only stop him
if he gets crazy or into danger. He tries to go into this diner, and I
realize whose scent he must have caught. Karma's. This is the place that we
on the Student Council go when we want a more casual environment.

	"No dogs," I say to Turtle, and he barks at me.

	That's not his pleading or upset bark. That's his Xander bark. Is
Xander actually with Karma? I pull him away from the doors and look through
the windows, scanning the room before I find the Student Council in the
back corner, talking with Xander. The entire Student Council, including the
Club Sponsor.

	Why is Xander hanging out with the Student Council? He's in middle
school, not high school, and that's the high school's, not the middle
school's? Turtle jumps up, holding onto the sill with his front paws and
looking in. He barks a few times, then Xander notices us, looking over. His
gaze turns to Turtle and he waves, then quickly looks back to the Student
Council. Another twenty minutes pass, and I'm getting hungry looking at all
the food as I wonder what they're talking about.

	Then they all leave, and Karma and Xander walk over to me.

	"Turtle, come," Xander commands, and Turtle obeys, the leash
slipping out of my hand before I realize I'd relaxed my grip. "Let's go for
a walk."

	I don't know how Xander trained him to, but somehow, he trained
Turtle to pick up the grip on his leash and basically walk himself. Turtle
might be an energetic little puppy, but if he's with Xander, he doesn't
need a leash, except for the leash law. Xander gets around that by having
Turtle walk himself.

	Yet he thinks he's an idiot.

	"He needs some space," Karma says as I start to go after them as
they walk away. "That's probably the most interaction he's ever had at once
before."

	"What was that about?" I ask.

	"We didn't need your vote," she says. "Since it was unanimous
without. We've got our theme for Homecoming, now."

	"And why was Xander involved?"

	"He's the one who suggested it," she answers. "I was talking with
him yesterday, and he suggested it. I presented it to them at the meeting,
and they wanted to know more. I didn't actually catch everything he'd said,
and being Xander, he probably kept thinking about it."

	"What's the theme?"

	"Knights," she answers. "For the spirit points, the boys are going
to be dressing up like knights each day, and the girls like ladies, and any
girl who dresses up like a knight is going to be sent home."

	That must be a Karma thing. I can see it on the fliers now: "No
Cross-Dressing! Boys are Knights! Girls are Ladies! That's it! Karma."
Including the period, to make it final. That's how Karma is. And not even
the most rebellious student will disobey Karma.

[Luke]

	I call Xander, and he doesn't answer my phone. He never does, and
he never responds to my texts. I keep trying to talk to him, but he won't
respond. I think he still compares me to my brother. I just want to hang
out with that blond god, even if he doesn't want to be my boyfriend. He's
still a cool person.

	Plus, he'll be my boyfriend, it'll just take more effort than I
initially thought. Especially since I accidentally broke a promise to him.

	So I decide to go over to his house. It's only my third time being
there. Their house is so much bigger than mine, I could probably get lost
and never be found in it.

	"You realize it's almost eight, right?" Mr. Scott shows up shortly
after I'm let into the foyer. "That's kind of late to start hanging out
with someone."

	"But it's the town's homecoming today," I say. "That goes until,
like, midnight. I was wondering if Xander wanted to go hang out at it. It's
a public place with lots of people."

	"Xander's not home right now," Mr. Scott says, and before he can
continue, the front door opens up, and there's a bark. "Or maybe he is."

	"Hi, Turtle!" I turn around in time to be tackled to the
ground. Turtle starts licking my face, and I giggle as I try to get him off
of me. "Turtle, stop!"

	"Heel," Xander's voice is firm, and instantly, Turtle obeys,
returning to Xander's side and picking up his leash. Turtle does, not
Xander. I'd heard rumors about that, but didn't believe it. "What do you
want, Luke?"

	For you to be my boyfriend.

	"Want to go hang out at the homecoming fair?" I ask. "There's games
and rides and food," he's about to reject, but I keep going. "Since you've
never been to one, I figured I'd pay for everything. My treat, so you can
have a good time. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."

	Xander mutters something that sounds like, "First Karma, now you."

	"Fine," is what he says to me.

	What did Karma do?

	"What did Karma do?" Mr. Scott echoes my thoughts.

	"Um," Xander turns red. He apparently didn't realize he'd said that
aloud. "I don't want to say."

	Xander really needs to work on being able to lie, so that he
doesn't have to just admit he doesn't want to say something and instead,
just bullshit his way through it. That would have been a perfect place to
say that Karma kissed him even though he didn't want her to.

	"Let's go!" I say to Xander, who looks down at Turtle. "He can
come, too, we don't care if there's a dog in the car."

	Actually, I'll get yelled at a lot, but I get to hang out with
Xander, so who cares?

	We make it to the festival by eight-thirty, and Xander looks around
with eyes widened in both amazement and confusion. He looks nervous and
sticks close by me, and I'm starting to debate whether or not bringing him
here was a good idea, since he doesn't look comfortable. He's got one hand
on Turtle's neck the entire time. We mostly walk around because he's too
nervous to do anything, and then a little after nine, everyone gets ready
for the fireworks.

	I was not prepared for Xander's reaction to them. You can't hear
the fireworks from where Xander lives and had lived in the orphanage
because of city codes, so Xander's likely to have not have heard them
before. When they start going off, he freaks out.

	The sound probably reminds him of something that happened to him in
the past. Probably something Kevin did to him. I manage to get Xander out
of there and take him to my home, mostly because it's closer and I just
wanted him to calm down. Karma was at the festival, and took Turtle when we
left, so it's just us in my room.

	Xander lies on my bed and stares up at the ceiling, breathing
heavily. He's so cute, but he still looks scared. I kick off my shoes and
climb onto my bed, lying next to him, and staring at the ceiling, wondering
what he's thinking about. Probably just telling himself he's worthless and
stupid.

	"Xander?"

	"Luke?"

	I was expecting a grunt or something, not my name filled with
terror.

	"You can relax, you know," I say. "You're safe here."

	"Not with you around," he whimpers. "Why was it so loud?"

	"They're fireworks," I say. "They're literally explosions in the
air, using various chemicals and powders to create that effect. Have you
seriously never seen fireworks before?"

	"Yes."

	"Yes you've seen them, or no, you've never seen them?"

	"Yes, I've seriously never seen them."

	"Next time," I say. "We'll make sure you've got some earplugs, so
that they're not too noisy for you."

	"I don't want there to be a next time."

	Xander's phone starts to ring, and he doesn't move to answer
it. It's in his left pocket, so it's right by my side, so I reach into his
pocket and pull it out. He flinches when I grab it, but doesn't try to stop
me. It's Mrs. Scott.

	"Hello," I answer it.

	"Luke?" She sounds confused. "Why are you answering Xander's
phone?"

	"Because he's freaked out from the fireworks and not really doing
anything."

	"Where are you?" She asks. "Karma said that you two had run off
when they started."

	"Yeah," I say. "The noise scared him. We're at my place right
now. Can he spend the night? He looks scared and hungry and tired, and I
think he just wants to sleep."

	"Let me talk to him."

	I hand Xander his phone, and he doesn't really say more than two or
three words, total, in the five minutes he's on the phone. Then he hangs up
and drops his arm back down to his side, not even bothering to put the
phone away. About ten minutes later, Mom knocks on my door.

	"Just got off the phone with Mrs. Scott," she says once I tell her
she can enter. "Looks like Xander's staying the night," really? I thought
he'd told her no. That's all he said in the conversation, until the 'fine,
bye' at the end. "Luke, next time, please ask more in advance than at
ten. And ask me first, too. Xander, sweetie, if you want something to eat,
just let the staff know. You can have whatever you want."

	Xander gets a thoughtful look on his face, and Mom leaves, closing
the door quietly behind her. Now I really want to know what he's thinking
about.

	"Did she really mean anything?" He looks at me, and I
laugh. "What?"

	"That's seriously what you caught from what she said?"

	"She said I could have food."

	"Yes," I roll my eyes. "You can have food. Are you hungry?"

	"Yes."

	"I'll be right back," I say.

	I go downstairs and grab some cookies and milk, bringing them back
up to my room. Xander sits up to eat them, devouring them once he starts. I
get one cookie, he gets five, and he drinks all the milk, too. At least
that got him to sit up.

	"Want to jack off?" I ask.

	"No."

	"I'll give you another blowjob."

	"No."

	"You seriously don't want a blowjob?"

	"Not from you."

	Ouch.

	"How many times do I have to apologize?" I groan. "I know I
promised I wouldn't touch you that night, but at that time, I hadn't
considered the possibility you'd turn me on enough that I'd give you a
blowjob."

	"You broke your promise," he says. "You should die."

	"If we killed everyone who broke a promise," I roll my
eyes. "There'd be no one left in the world."

	"I'd be left."

	"You don't make promises."

	"I do."

	"Really?" I snort in disbelief. "Xander, people can't get you to
talk, except to say 'yes' or 'no', or to put yourself down or answer a
question, on the rare occasion someone can get you to answer one. Or like
right now, where you're in a mood and are talking because you're in a
mood."

	"I made a promise to David."

	"Who?" Everyone wants to know who this guy is, Xander's apparently
mentioned him a few times after he ran away.

	All we know is that he is Adrian King's grandson, and the person
who was Xander's last 'patron' for a night, and probably the first one who
didn't have sex with Xander. According to Finn, his journals say that
Xander's always tried backing out, and he always ended up getting raped
anyway.

	"David," Xander answers. "You're not giving me a blowjob
tonight. Stop asking."

	"I didn't even ask that time!"

	"You were going to."

	"Well, yeah," I say. "What can I do to make it up to you? I know
you liked the blowjob, I don't get why you won't let me give you another
one."

	"You broke a promise."

	"You also didn't answer the question."

	"Shut up and don't get off your bed."

	"What?" The hell is that for?

	"And don't get undressed."

	He stares at me.

	"Xander," I exhale heavily, letting him know I'm annoyed. "The hell
is that for?"

	"I'll consider hanging out with you again," he says. "If you shut
up and stay on your bed and don't get undressed for the rest of the
night. You talk too much, and I don't want to see your body, you like
looking at yourself in the mirror too much."

	"I only do that when no one's around."

	"We're not hanging out ever again."

	"Will you give me a chance?" I groan inwardly. This kid is
tough. "I wasn't aware you wanted me to start immediately. Can you please
give me another chance? Please?"

	"Fine," he says. "Now shut up."

	He gets off my bed and walks over to my couch, lying down on it. I
haven't brushed my teeth tonight. After a minute, he gets up and goes into
my bathroom. I hear the sink running for a minute, then he returns to the
couch.

	Unsure if he's awake or not, I stay on the bed. I really don't want
to mess this up with him, and think I can sacrifice brushing my teeth once
for that.

	It's hard for me to fall asleep with my clothes on, but I manage
it, and in the morning, Xander's already awake, leaving my bathroom with a
yawn. I get up and go into my bathroom, and find out what he was doing at
my sink last night. He found my spare toothbrushes and opened one up and
used it. So he gets to brush his teeth without asking me if he can use one
of my brushes, but I can't brush mine? Seriously?

	"So," I start to say.

	"No."

	"I didn't even say anything!"

	"You were going to ask if I wanted a blowjob."

	"Well, yeah," I say. "But you could've at least waited until I
asked!"

	"I don't want a blowjob from you."

	"Will you go to the last day of the homecoming fair with me?"

	"No."

	"Why not?"

	"I thought about it," he says. "And I still don't like you. I'm
going home."

	And he does. He doesn't even stay for breakfast, he just leaves!
When I find that out, I scream in frustration.

	"Calm down, Luke," Mom says from beside me. "You're almost
fourteen, why are you screaming in the foyer?"

	"Xander!" I exclaim. "He's so difficult!"

[Dylan]

	"Dylan, right?" A boy walks up to me, and I look at him in
confusion. "Sam, from school? You sit behind me."

	"Oh, right," I say. "Hey, Sam. What's up?"

	Sam's kind of cool. He's got light brown hair and hazel eyes, and
is pretty fit. He's the captain of the soccer team at our middle
school. While I don't have a crush on him, I still think he's hot, and I'd
like to do stuff with him. He's also almost a year older than me, his
birthday being right after the cutoff in August, mine being in June.

	"You don't look like you're enjoying the fair," he says.

	"Not really," I shrug. "Tessa and them are all busy and couldn't
hang out, so I figured I'm come here. It's not as fun, alone."

	"Indeed, not," he says. "I meant to talk to you during the
week. You know you've played soccer against me before right?"

	"I did?"

	"Back in sixth grade," he nods. "Our schools competed. Ours beat
yours. It took me a few minutes to realize you were the same kid from
before. Season's almost over, so it's too late for you to join us now, but
the high school's always looking for soccer players, and with your skills,
you'd probably hit varsity as a freshman, and my older brother agrees. He's
captain of their soccer team this year, and probably will be next year,
too. He's a junior, made it as captain."

	"Oh, cool."

	"Think about it," he says.

	"Alright."

	"Since this place is boring," he says. "Want to hang out with me?
We can go back to my place, we'll have it to ourselves."

	"Sure."

	Sam and I talk on our way to his house. He's surprised by the fact
that I'm a foster kid, and I'm surprised by the fact that he lives in a
trailer court, since he's so popular. Guess where one lives doesn't always
determine that, but I've never met anyone as popular as him who lives in a
trailer court before.

	When we arrive at his house, we're greeted by two large dogs, one
under a year old that is white with brown spots, and one that is twelve
years old, is black with brown and gold, and a few bits of white on her
stomach, and apparently has arthritis. Sage and Stealth are their names.

	Sage tries to lick my face off while Stealth barks at me endlessly,
and Sam shushes her (well, tells her to be quiet, but she doesn't listen)
and leads me to his room at the end of the hall to the right of the front
door.

	His room has a bed, a desk, and a dresser, a hamper by the closet
door, and soccer memorabilia everywhere, trophies and posters and awards
and medals and stuff. His room's surprisingly clean for a teenage boy's
room.

	"So," he looks at me. "What do you want to do? Can't play video
games, since Stealth will just bark her head off the entire time. Well, we
can, but she'll just bark her head off the entire time."

	"She's still barking," I say. "She can't even see me."

	"She doesn't like strangers," Sam laughs. "Or anyone, really. She's
a rescue dog, they both are. Sage is a handful and chews on everything,
though ever since we started buying her rawhides, she stopped that and
started chewing on them. They give her gas to hell."

	We both laugh at that, and I suggest we try to play something, so
we go back out to the living room. According to Sam, she barks at anyone
who's not him, his brother, or his mom until she gets used to them, and
that can take years and a lot of visits, and even then, it's iffy.

	They don't have any modern systems, but they do have a Nintendo64
and Mario Kart, and we sit on the couch and play it. Try to, anyway. Sage
wants to shove her nose between my arms and under the controller, which
makes it hard. She really wants me to be pet.

	Stealth eventually lies on a blanket in a corner of the room, but
she keeps her gaze fixed on me, and occasionally growls. If I shift, she'll
get louder or bark. I try to let her sniff the back of my hand, but she
barks and growls and snarls, so I sit back down. According to Sam, as much
as Stealth does that, she never bites. I'm not sure, but once we get Sage
to stop getting in my way and lie down on her own blanket, we can play
Mario Kart without a problem, and Stealth never attacks.

	Sam orders a pepperoni and sausage pizza for dinner, and we play
until it arrives. Sam actually goes outside to meet the delivery driver,
and Stealth, as soon as she realizes someone's here, bolts to the window
and starts barking her head off again.

	"Shut up," I say, and he barks at me. "Quiet!" She barks
again. "I'm serious, Stealth."

	She barks at me again, and I get up and look in the kitchen,
finding a box of treats immediately. Sage runs over to me and starts
begging as I pull the box off the cabinet, and I pull a treat out and
return the box to its spot, then go over to Stealth, Sage following,
begging for the treat while trying to grab it out of my hand. I push her
away and, a bit nervously, tap on Stealth's side, and she looks at me,
barking.

	"Want a treat?" I hold it out on the palm of my hand, and Sage
tries to grab it. "Not you!"

	I push Sage away, and offer the treat to Stealth again, and when
Sage tries to go for it, Stealth barks at her, and Sage takes off to the
blanket she'd been lying on before. According to Sam, they've each got
their own blanket to lie on.

	Stealth looks at me for a moment, then at the treat, then slowly
walks over to me, Sage watching from the side as the older dog approaches,
then cautiously takes the treat from my hand. She starts eating, dropping
parts of it on the floor. Sage tries to get some of the pieces, and Stealth
growls at her, and she returns to her blanket. I sit back down, watching as
Stealth eats the treat, then Stealth approaches me, climbs her old self up
onto the couch, and lies down beside me, resting her head on my leg.

	Sam finally comes back inside, grinning at me, the pizza in tow.

	"You sure took your time," I say.

	"Flirting with the driver," he answers.

	"He looked like he was eighteen."

	"The five-year age difference is what gets you?"

	"Was something else supposed to have?"

	"The fact that it was a guy."

	"Not really," I shrug. "I'm gay."

	"And open about it," he grins.

	"Old foster family kicked me out for being gay."

	"I'm confused," he gestures to Stealth. "I knew she stopped
barking, but why is she lying like that? She was trying to bark your ears
off a minute ago."

	"Hope you don't mind," I say. "But I gave her a treat. That seems
to have calmed her down a bit."

	"A bit?" He laughs. "Dude, she's never done that for someone
before, even if they gave her a treat. She'd just go to her corner and
watch them, barking when they leave. And as for you being gay, well, if you
don't mind my saying so, you're very sexy."

	"You are, too," I say.

	"Wanna fuck?'

	"I don't bottom."

	"I don't top," he grins at me. "Want to wait until after we eat, or
before?"

	"What about your parents?" Is he seriously asking me to have sex
with him?

	"Won't be home until late," he answers. "And before you ask about
Sean, he'll leave us alone. We've got an unspoken agreement: he doesn't say
a word about my sexual exploits, I don't say a word about his. And unlike
him, I can't get someone pregnant with mine, no matter which way I go,
since dudes don't get pregnant."

	"Food, first," I decide. "I'm starving."

	"Good choice," he says. "Better not let it get cold."

	As we're eating, Roy calls me to ask where I'm at.

	"Met a classmate at the fair," I answer. "We're hanging out at his
place."

	"Are his parents home?"

	"No," I answer, knowing I'm going to get into trouble. "It's just
us here. We've been playing video games since we got here, are in the
middle of dinner."

	"Which is?"

	"Pizza," I answer. "Delivery, and a hot delivery driver. Shame he's
eighteen."

	"School night," Roy says. "Be back by nine, and before you hang out
with him again, make sure we meet his parents."

	"Yes, sir."

	"And that his parents are home," he says. "Unless things change in
the future."

	"Yes, sir," I say, and we end the call.

	The pizza is delicious, but I'm mostly thinking about after. I've
never actually had sex before, and hope it doesn't show as we make our way
to his room.

	"First time?" He asks, and I feel my face heat up. "It's been
awhile since I last had someone in me, so if you want, you can either start
by lubing up a finger and entering with that, or you can just lube up your
dick and enter that way. With the finger, it both widens the hole a little
bit and gets some lube in first."

	"Let's go that way," I say.

	We both get naked and check out each other for a minute. He's
almost four inches, I'm just barely over three, and we're both cut. He
doesn't say anything about my size, and I hope it's not too small for
penetration.

	His hole is tight and hot, and it feels weird, having a finger in
there. He moans as soon as my finger enters. I'm not sure how long to go,
but thankfully, I don't need to.

	"Fuck me now," he gasps after about a minute. "Now, Dylan!"

	I lube up my dick and spread his legs to my sides, finding his hole
with my dick and pushing in, and holy fuck does that feel amazing. I try
not to go too rough, just in case.

	"Harder," Sam begs me, so I speed up, pounding as hard as I can,
and he jacks himself off. "Fuck yeah. Oh, yeah."

	He moans, and in no time, I climax, shooting my load into his ass,
and that sets him off, causing him to shoot five loads of cum onto his
face, chest, and stomach. I collapse onto him, his cum slick between us, my
dick sliding out of his ass as his legs drop down.

	"Fuck yeah," he grins at me. "That was incredible, Dylan."

	"My view wasn't that bad, either," a voice says, and I jump,
turning to find an older version of Sam standing there, a smirk on his
face. I'd put him around seventeen, so this must be Sean. "Get cleaned up,
you two, Mom'll be home in about twenty minutes."

	"Fuck!" Sam exclaims, and we separate. "She's getting home early!"

	Sean snorts, then leaves the room, and Sam and I get cleaned up and
dressed again.

	"As I said," Sam says to me. "That was fucking amazing,
Dylan. Let's do it again sometime."

~~END OF CHAPTER TWELVE~~

	Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always
appreciated, and any comments, questions, suggestions, etc. can be sent to
me directly at kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to respond to every email!

	Trivia time! Sage and Stealth were inspired by a pair of dogs I
know (and yes, 'Stealth' really acts like that, and it takes far more than
a treat to get her to like someone). And for those who are reading NLCK
– Sam lives right next-door to Cal, though I don't know if he'll make a
crossover appearance or not (Sam, that is).

	Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for Chapter 13!