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Street Lights - 7

Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Gay, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: SJV2012, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

Mae says to Bobby Mac. “I knoooww! Jerome just ran like a turkey though the corn from her,” Bobby Mac laughs back. Here I am cooking breakfast. I have at least 15 eggs and 30 pieces of bacon going here, along with two dozens of biscuits in the oven. I turn around and see them come into the kitchen and sit next to Brad and Stacy. “Where's KyShea,” Bobby Mac asks Brad. “Went down to the corner store to grab some juice. She needs to hurry the hell up with my Donald Duck,” Brad says, lifting his hands like he was praising the Lord. “That shit is fucking gross,” I interject. We all get a laugh out of that. I hand the spatula to Brad and go check on the gazebo kid in the living room. He's still passed out on the couch. I wonder what his name is... he's really cute. I feel like I know him from somewhere. I finish up the eggs and bacon, and pull the biscuits out of the stove. Brad gets up and starts grabbing plates. We both fix the plates and start serving. About 10 minutes into the breakfast full of laughs and general conversation, I see someone run past the opening coming into the kitchen to the stairs. I look around at everyone else, who seem to be wrapped up in the conversation. I excuse myself and head to the stairs. I can hear foot steps on the upper half of the set. I creep my way up there and stand at the beginning of the hall. My door is wide open and so is the bathroom. I start to creep slowly down the hall. - - - - - - *Carter's POV Nobody wants to hear this shit, but ... that food is smelling good as hell. After a few minutes I crack the closet door open and peak into the kitchen. They're all sitting there eating and talking about bullshit. Except for the black girl, I wonder where she is. Hm. I decide to check upstairs in the bathroom for my, ahem, “equipment”. I dash past the kitchen and make my way up the stairs. I head down the hall and go into the bathroom. I check through everything. Nothing. I step out into the hall and look towards the stairs. I see a shadow coming up the stairs. I slide into Link's room and step into his closet. Once again, cracking the blinds. Crap! I forgot to close the door! Damn this day. - - - - - - - *Link's POV I step into the bathroom, not seeing anyone. Hm. Weird. I walk into my room and sense that there's someone in here. I check under the bed but no one is under there. I check under my desk but still no one. This is creeping me out. Maybe there's no one here and I'm just being a paranoid bitch. - - - - - - - - Carter's POV I can see Link sit down on his bed and cradle his head in his hands. He looks so lost. I want to hug him so bad. What the fuck am I saying?? Fuck that dork ass cock-sucker. “DON'T WANT TO BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT!!” OH HELL MY PHONE! I'm going to kill whoever is calling me! “ONE NATION CONTROLLED BY THE MEDIA!!” CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, WHERE THE FUCK IS IT? “AND CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF HYSTERIA??” Found it!! I hit the home button and – - - - - - - - - - - *Link's POV I snatch the closet door ...