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Street Lights - 8
Date: 10/2/2017, Categories: Fiction, Gay, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: sodachris3000, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com
see your phone,” I ask Brad, finishing up my braid. “Uhm yeah,” He says, unsure of what I was about to do. He slides me his BlackBerry and I open up his contacts. I type in a “C”. Carter is the first to show up. I tap on it and see that his picture is even there. I tap the text message icon and see that they've been texting since last week. I close everything out and hand it back to him. He gives me a curious look. I shrug and cross my arms. The teacher comes in and I raise my hand. “I forgot to get my textbook, can I go get it,” I ask. The teacher nods and I get up, grab my stuff and roll out. I wasn't going to sit here and feel like shit. Not today. I go to my locker and put my bag in. I pull out some hair spray and a hot comb and head off to the boys bathroom. I need to re-straighten my hair. I'm standing here doing my hair slowly, lost in my own thoughts, reflecting upon the situation while I watch my reflection. I should have asked why he has his number and what the fuck was going on this morning. I see someone walk in and go over to the urinal. I don't say anything. After he finishes up he flushes and comes over to wash his hands. “Hey! Link, right?” The guy says to me. I look over. The gazebo kid! I feel myself blush red. “Ye-yeah! Hey! How's it going man?” I ask him, obviously excited to see him. He looks me up and down while washing his hands. “It's going. Doing your hair, I see. Is that a Con-Air classic?” he asks me, pointing to my hot comb. “Yes! It is! Whachu ...