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

    her boyfriend is cheating with one of the girls from the yearbook club. “I'm just saying! How Deon just gonna hang up and not pick the damn phone up?” KyShea says looking at me. “Uhm.. Maybe his phone died.” I was trying to be neutral while bouncing a Tic-Tac on the end of my pencil. “Nawww, I know his phone wasn't dead because I called that shit 4 times and-” She stops mid-sentence. “Once a cheater, always a fucking cheater, hun. Stop before you end up on Jerry Springer.” Johnie Mae casually says while sipping on her milk box. She's right. I've watched 100's of episodes and this is how it starts. Bobby Mac chuckles and nods at Brad who's looking at KyShea's low-cut shirt. Well, the boobs that are in the shirt hahahaha. “I think we need a girl's night hun. It'll be great! Ice cream, terrible 80's films, and my mom got this bitchin' set of new makeup from her job!” Stacy seems a bit too excited and nearly chokes on her grape juice. KyShea and Johnie Mae nod in agreement and set up a movie night for tomorrow, since it's Firday. “Well, fuck it. Bobby Mac, Brad? Wanna hang out?” No way we were going to just be lames. Stacy suddenly gasps and looks up, “OH! That's right! Oh well. Have fun guys.” I pop the Tic-Tac at Stacy and it hits her in the forehead. Johnie Mae looks at her brother and nods and he smirks. Mmhmm! I seen that! Something is up. They're not slick. With that, the bell rang and 2nd lunch is over. We all disperse and Kyshea grabs my arm. Did I mention we have Debate ...
    together? No? Well, we have Debate together. This girl can properly make you feel like shit without even raising her voice or using profanity. She taught me how to use my sass! Dare I say, she got it from her momma? As we try to make it down the crowded hall on the 3rd floor in the next building, she straight up pushes me into a locker and tries to take off running, laughing. I reach out to grab her and miss. Damn. Heifer. The bell rings and it looks like I'm late. Oh well. I didn't want to go anyways. I pull my BlackBerry out and decide to hit Brad up on BBM. “Hey, u go 2 class??” “is it bad if I didnt?” “So u didnt” “nuh uhh. Did u?” “nah. Lets hang for a bit” “our spot?” “u kno it” I hit the top button on my phone to turn the screen off and head to the old Black Box. The school recently had a new one built by our auditorium and “little theater” so our old one stays unused. I go to the janitors closet and ask if she can unlock it. She gives me a questioning look and I flash my old office aide ID. She hands me the keys and tells me to just drop them off in the office because she's going home for the day to take her mother to a doctor appointment. TMI. 20 minutes later, me and Brad are sitting in the front row just talking about random stuff with the lights dimmed a bit. That is until... “Link? Serious question.” He gets a bit red. “Shoot bro-pop.” I bet it's something stupid. “This is kind of awkward...” He mumbles. Lame. “You want awkward??” I put my hand on his thigh and ...
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