1. Street Lights - 1


    Date: 7/7/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Gay, Oral Sex, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: SJV2012, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    “Well FUCK Brad, I don't think that's going to fit! It's too thick! Have you seen it?” Before we get there, hey! I'm Link. Winter break is now over here at Century High School in a sunny little town just north of a bigger city in AZ. Break was supposed to be just 2 weeks, but I got suspended a week before break because, well.. let's just say the boys on the baseball team thought one against five meant an automatic victory. Uhm, I'm Link. Oh, wait, I said that. I just had my birthday last week. No birthday party though, I don't like to celebrate my birthday. Uhm.. would it be weird to say that I look like a “Link”? You know, Legend of Zelda? I have yellow-ish blond shaggy hair that I keep pressed, green eyes that I've nicknamed “Cosmic Green” because they're lime-ish with gray hints, I do try to workout when I can, and it's paying off :) I have a outline of a 6-pack. What else... I'm a short kid, I stand at 5'4, my bubble butt is envy of the cheer squad, and my package... well, I'm not hung, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. Anyways, this is my friend Brad. I met him on accident at the beginning of the year. I walked into the wrong class and actually sat though the whole class until the teacher took attendance and he offered to walk me to my next class and we took it from there. They should really make the halls different colors, because God knows all 5 of these floors in the main building look the same. Cute fella. He's a sophomore, and looks like your typical jock. He has ...
    light blue eyes, short spiked hair he bleached to platinum blonde, tan skin, and kind of a stocky build. He's on the wrestling team and I think he's going to try out for the weight-lighting club next week. I know he's packing, but I've never taken a good look at it. Did I mention he slays all of the pussy around here? “Well dammit Link, have you taken a look at it?” He nudges me kind of hard. “It's not going to fit bro, trust me on this!” I lean over the table and stare down at what's in front of us. I hate Friday Labs in Chemistry. He thinks this tube is going to fit into the beaker, but it's not. Oh well, he'll figure it out. Brad inspects the materials and once again, I'm right. He smirks at me and turns to go get another tube. Dork. Looking so damn editable in that lab coat and tank. Class is a blur after that and so are the next 2, which are math and writing. But that's okay, I'm hungry! Let's admit it, the best part of the day around here is electives and lunch! Right? Maybe? No? Whatever. Bite me. So here we are, sitting at our usual table towards the back of the cafeteria on the second deck (it looks exactly like Degrassi's cafeteria, but without all of the backstabbing fucks milling around). It's me the gay guy, Brad the jock, Stacy the pom line captain, KyShea the black girl, Johnie Mae the Southern girl and her brother Bobby Mac. Yes, you address them as Johnie Mae and Bobby Mac. I actually like that. Today's banter was pretty much KyShea and how she doesn't know if ...
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