Previously
I pulled into my garage and ran inside and threw my backpack on the couch. I slumped down after grabbing myself a glass of water and texted Frankie, "You wont believe what just happened to me..."
Moments later I received a text back that read, "Hahaha, you mean other then you being stripped naked by me and rich?" I asked him if he was free to come over my house for a bit before my mom got home from work. He immediately responded that he would be at my house in five minutes. I walked into the kitchen to grab myself a snack, which consisted of Oreo's and milk, an awesome combination, and headed back to the couch to cool my jets as I waited for Frankie to get here. I let my mind replay the events that just went down a few minutes ago. What the fuck happened? Clint definitely saw me leaving, so he knew I had a run in with his stupid friend in the locker room. I'm fucked! I tried to convince myself that it was okay and they would forget about it, but it was impossible. I broke the kids nose! Or maybe even worse. I didn't go back to look, I just bolted out of there. Even if the kid doesn't turn me in I am surely on the camera that the school placed all over the building. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do!
Just then the doorbell rang. Actually, that's a lie; my doorbell is broken, so Frankie knocked on the door rather loudly and obnoxiously. I pushed myself to my feet and walked the few paces to open the door to my little Frankie. He was grinning from ear to ear as I opened the door, but the smile quickly diminished when he saw that I was in no mood to be share his laughter. "What's wrong?" Frankie asked as he walked further into the hallway and I closed the door behind him. I ushered him to the couch while I grabbed a glass of water for him before joining him on the comfy sofa.
"Well," I started, "after you guys took away my clothes and left me naked in the woods with a still throbbing dick..." Frankie giggled at that as the tried to keep from disrupting my story. "As I was saying," I began again, "I had to try to get back into the school without being seen by anyone. You know how hard that was?" Frankie just looked at me, with a smile still on his face. "But guess who I ran into in the locker room when I finally got in the school?" He just tilted his head as if in thought. I couldn't tell if he was mocking me or if he was actually thinking. "Apparently Clint's best friend!" I don't think Frankie understood. "Clint fucking hates me! Didn't you hear about what I said in regards to his mom? His dad wants to kick my ass, too! Well the kid in the locker room was trying to fuck me, or something like that, I don't know exactly what he was doing..." At this Frankie perked up and paid more attention with a clear look of concern washing over his face. "Don't worry, he didn't, I broke his nose."
"Holy crap!" Frankie said softly as I continued the story.
"Yeah, holy crap indeed. I don't know what to do; Clint saw me leave the building and his friend will definitely tell him what happened. I'm so fucked! I don't think I can go to school tomorrow, or ever for that matter."
"You can't do that, you have to go and just face them, they can't do anything to you on school grounds."
"And what happens when I see them outside of school, what then? I don't know what to do, not to mention that I have the worst case of blue balls ever!" Frankie's gaze shifted from my eyes down to my chest and eventually rested on my crotch. "Hey," I said as I snapped my fingers to take him out of his trance, "that's not important right now, we can deal with that later or something. I have to think about what I will do about Clint, he'll be out to get me no doubt!" Frankie scooted over and laid down so his head was resting in my lap and he was looking up at me as he put his feet on the couch and curled his legs up so his knees were bent. He applied some force with his head as he pushed down into my crotch. I responded by thrusting back up at him.
"You smell..." Frankie said as he scrunched his nose.
"No shit, I was just at soccer practice. Wanna join me in the shower?" I asked as I looked down at him. I placed my hand on his belly and watched as it rose and fell with his breathing. I gradually moved my hand lower. I reached the waistband of his jeans and I slid my hand under the tight material. I managed to get half my hand down under his waistband and I caressed his hairless, probably recently shaved, crotch.
"Ohh, that feels so good," Frankie said as I continued massaging him.
"Well too bad, you gotta go, my mom is going to be here soon and I gotta start making dinner and take a shower, now get off me," I said, surprising him. I let my hand go a little lower until I felt his dick, confirming my suspicions that he was hard. "Jesus, does this ever go soft?" I asked as I gave a faint squeeze and then retracted my hand and pushed him off of me so I could get up and get the chicken out of the fridge that my mom wanted me to cook tonight. "Come on, you can help me for a little."
"Wait, you're serious? I have to leave soon? Then why the hell did I come!" Frankie said as he got off the couch and joined me in the kitchen.
"You better be joking," I replied as I grabbed a large stew pot and filled it with some water and put it over the stove's front burner. "You came here because I needed someone to talk to, plus you are going to suck my dick as I cook this meal."
"Really?" He said as he came closer, with a somewhat skeptical look on his face.
"Of course not, now get out some carrots and an onion and some more shit, just grab whatever would taste good in a stew," I answered as I laughed at him. "Do you ever think of anything besides sex? Why don't you go suck Rich's dick? Bet he would love that."
"Nah, I only did that once, I save my lips for you now," he laughed as he bit his lower lip and gave me a seductive look. I threw a spoon at him.
Just then I heard the garage door open and I knew my mom was home. "Shit, should I leave?" Frankie asked as a nervous look came across his cute face. I shook my head and just continued cutting carrots. The back door swung open and my mom came into the mudroom.
"Hey Mom, how was work?" I asked as innocently as I could muster. "Frankie is here helping me make dinner, he came over after soccer practice cuz her was bored." That was probably more then I needed to say and it may have sounded less convincing since she hadn't yet asked why Frankie was here, let alone even see him.
"Okay, well I'm going up to get changed out of these work clothes, I'll be down in a minute. Hi Frankie, how are you?" She responded as she started heading up the stairs.
"Good, thanks," he said before going back to cutting the carrots and onions. "Well, look on the bright side; we have Wednesday off for the teacher's conference!" Frankie said, trying to cheer me up a little. That's true; just gotta survive for one more day at school and then I'll be in the clear, for a little that is. My mom came down shortly afterwards and helped me cook the stew. I asked her how work was and all that boring crap. She has a job behind the desk of some big time advertising agency. She has to work long hours though since my dad died over six years ago and it is just her supporting three growing kids, or should two grown, one growing. Frankie stayed a little while longer but he told me he had to go home for dinner at his place. I didn't get to say good-bye to him in the manner that I would have liked, but that's okay, I'll see him tomorrow. I set the table with our porcelain dishware and poured two large glasses of milk for the two of us. I drink milk with everything and every meal. I have a glass about three or four times a day. I would say I have strong bones but I have broken over three of them and have crazy scars to prove it! Not to mention that I cracked my head open three times as well. But that's neither here nor there.
Dinner wasn't ready for another hour or so, so in the meantime I did some of the homework that was due tomorrow. Like I said before, I only do the most important homework. So physics can go fuck itself, I can copy someone's econ worksheet, and I just have to read more and annotate for English class. Luckily the amazing meal that I prepared lightened my spirits a little. I wasn't about to tell my mom about me and the crazy kid at school, that would only lead to questions; specifically about why I was naked in the first place and why I skipped out on some of soccer practice. I thought about telling her part of the story, just about me breaking the kids nose since he was pushing me and grabbing me, but I thought it would be best if I just handled it myself. I still hadn't showered since I got home, and I was pretty smelly, as Frankie pointed out, so I decided to work out. Nowadays, I don't do much strength training, just working on my abs and pecs and some back. So I do a lot of pull-ups, benching, and a shit ton of crunches and other abdominal workouts. I descended into the basement where all the workout equipment was and took to lifting some weights. Music is an essential part of working out so I decided to blast some Rage Against The Machine to get me pumped up. I put the subwoofer at halfway and cranked up the volume. I knew my mom wouldn't mind since she likes the band herself and she was going for a run on the treadmill upstairs. I stayed in the basement for about a hour, not really focusing on working out. I just didn't know how I was going to fix this situation I was in! I could try avoiding Clint and all of his friends, but his locker is just a few away from mine. I had to take my mind off of all this crap.
A shower seemed like the best remedy for me and my unsettled mind. I shucked my clothes in the hallway, knowing my mom would yell at me for not putting them in the hamper, but I didn't really give a shit. I strutted into the bathroom and turned the nozzle to `hot' and waited for the water to warm up. "Ah, my freckles are coming in again," I noticed as I looked in the mirror. My Irish descent leaves me with relatively light skin and a freckled nose and cheek. Luckily I tan in the summer, but until then, I remain pretty white. I can always tell the summer is coming when my freckles come in. I leaned in close to the mirror to see if I could detect any facial hair sprouting on my chin. There were a few bleached blond hairs that here starting to show, but mostly just peach fuzz. I don't think I'll ever get hair. I reached my hand under the spray of the shower and determined it was warm enough to proceed. Stepping over the tub and closing the shower curtain behind me, I soaked myself in the hot water that doused my body. It felt very refreshing, just what I needed. After soccer, my legs are usually a little sore, and a good warm shower just loosens all my muscles up again. I poured an ample amount of conditioner into my hand and ran my fingers through my soft short red hair. I then grabbed the soap and lathered my entire body up, paying a little extra attention to my penis. I really could have blown a load there, but I am not the biggest fan of jacking it in the shower. I much prefer waiting until I am about to go to sleep. I keep a tissue box next to my bed and every night I jack off before I doze off. Actually, jacking off is what puts me to bed! I get so sleepy after I shoot my stuff that I just roll over and pass out, sometimes without cleaning up.
I stepped out of the shower about twenty minutes later and dried myself off. Ah, I smelled great now! I don't mind the smell of my own sweat, I mean, I don't think anyone minds the smell of their own sweat, but I really dislike sweat from other people. Don't get me wrong; I take a shower everyday, usually two a day during soccer season. But I particularly like the smell of my sac sweat, and my cum, and Frankie's cum. Maybe I just like the smell of sex, not sure really. My sac always has a musky smell to it, even if I just showered. I reached a hand down to my balls and rolled them around in my hand for a little before I brought my fingers up to my nose to take a whiff. Yep, they still have the smell of sex and testicles. I laughed to myself as I put on some deodorant and wrapped a towel around my waist. My clothes still were sprawled out on the hall floor, maybe mom hadn't notice yet. I threw them in the hamper and walked into my bedroom and shut the door. The towel fell to the floor as I shuffled through my drawers for something to wear. I grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms with a green plaid design on them, not wearing anything underneath and nothing on my chest. I slipped my feet into some slippers, maybe that's why they call them that, and set my backpack on my desk while I rummaged through it for my homework. I must have been in my room reading for a little over an hour before I headed downstairs to check out what was on the television. Nothing good. It was close to ten o-clock, my usual `bed time,' I guess you could call it. I hate not getting over 8 hours of sleep, and if I have to wake up at 6 thirty every morning, you can bet your ass that I am going to bed early. I walked back upstairs and into the bathroom to brush my teeth, which were a nice shade of pearly white due to my years of orthodontic work and visits to the dentists. With that, I retired into my room. My mind was still racing as I fell down on top of my bedspread and stared up at my ceiling, which had sticker constellations on them from when my dad and I put them up over twelve years ago. My hand gradually found my dick after I turned off the light and closed the door and slipped under the covers. I wasn't yet hard, so I just held myself, thinking about Frankie, as my dick grew in my hand. I always thought that was cool, and I would love to hold Frankie's as he gets hard, but he is always fucking hard I doubt that will ever happen.
I slowly pumped my dick after I became fully erect, at six inches, the whole time thinking about Frankie and Rich, sucking me off today in the woods. It didn't take long for me to get off since I had been building it up all day, and after a few more long strokes, I threw the covers off me and let loose. I shot four ropes of cum up and on my chest, gathering in my belly button as well. "Ohhh fauuckk," I cooed as I milked the last drops out of my now red dickhead. The tissues proved useful and after a few wipes I passed out naked under my sheets, dreaming of what was to come tomorrow.
I awoke to my annoying alarm on my cell phone and threw the covers off me as I pawed my eyes to wipe the sleep from them and adjust to the light that was filtering in from my windows, which faced east, and therefore the morning sun. As I was stretching my mom walked in, luckily my sheets were covering my lower body, which would have been completely exposed, to check to see if I was awake. She left my room after saying good-morning. I got up after she left, with prominent morning wood, and grabbed the towel that I hung on my door handle last night and wrapped it around me as I headed towards the bathroom. The morning routine was much like all the others; shower, breakfast, brush my teeth, get dressed, grab my books, and leave. I got to school around five after seven and walked down the semi crowded halls to my locker. "Fuck," I said to myself as I turned the corner and saw Clint at his locker, immediately he stopped putting his books in his bag and looked right at me. A grin appeared on his face as he went back to his books and his focus changed to his locker. But he tried to keep eye contact with me most of the time. I walked the few steps to my locker and fumbled with the lock to make the right combination. I pulled the lock open and threw my afternoon books in the locker. Clint's locker was only five away from mine, which meant he was only about five feet to my right, and he was watching my every move. I could feel his eyes on the back of my head as I continued putting my books away.
"Kyle," Clint said, sternly. I stood up and turned to face him as I closed my locker and flung my bag on my right shoulder.
"What's up," I said, trying my best to not let on to anything that happened yesterday after school. He smiled at me. I fucking hate this kid.
"Why did you run yesterday, after you saw me in the hallway?" He asked me, the smile never leaving his face.
"Cuz I can't stand looking at your hideous face, Clint," I answered him as a smile of my own appeared on my face. His smile disappeared with that comment.
"You broke my buddy's nose, you know that?"
"Well, I wasn't sure, I thought I felt it crack on my head, but I didn't look, I just left," I said shrugging my shoulders.
"You must be pretty dumb," he said as he took a step closer to me. He was a big kid. He played football and lacrosse and his dad was a retired weight trainer who now works as a gym teacher. He could have broken me in half if he wanted. "You know I don't let anyone fuck up my friends and get away with it."
I didn't know what to say, I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and raised my eyebrows. He didn't like that response, at all. He shook his head and shoved me into the locker, but stopped, knowing he couldn't do anything in school without risking getting in trouble. "I'll see you soon, Kyle," he said as he walked down the hallway. He turned back halfway down, "don't try to avoid me, it's no use." And that was probably true; I would have to face him sooner or later. Just then the first bell rang and I walked down the hallway towards my first period class and the start of what I could only assume was a crappy day.
I got to my class with plenty of time, which is not usual. On most days I find any way I can to stall going to class and starting the day, but today I just headed to class and waited for the lesson to begin. Tina came bounding in a few minutes later and rushed over to my seat and sat next to me. "So tell me why half the football team wants to kick your ass?" My eyes opened wide at that comment and my stomach dropped. I felt nauseous.
"I don't know," I lied. "Where did you hear that?"
"Wilson told me that you apparently broke some kids nose on the football team, a sophomore starter, and now Clint wants to break your nose!" She sounded a little concerned, but I couldn't tell. Tina is a great friend, but things don't faze her when it comes to my physical being. She just lives for the moment and takes most things as jokes and sees them as unimportant. This, I felt, was not something unimportant.
"Fuck, this sucks!" I said softly, trying to not gain any unwanted attention. I didn't want people to know why I was fighting with this kid, because then he would surely say I was naked outside of school! I don't want anyone finding out about Frankie and I! "Yeah, that true, I did break his nose, but he was pushing me and shoving me, I was only defending myself!" Tina didn't seem to care about my side of the story, or the story in general.
"Well, Wilson said you should watch your back," she told me. Great, fucking great. Now its not just Clint, it's the whole fucking football team! I slumped down in my chair as the teacher came in and took attendance and began the lesson. I couldn't tell you a word that she said, I was too busy thinking of ways to get out of this.
The next time I saw Clint was at lunch. I slowly entered the cafeteria and took my seat with the rest of my friends swarming around me, questioning why Clint wanted to fight me. Clint came up to the table and pushed his way towards me. "Back off, Clint," Chris said, in an attempt to protect me. I knew nothing would happen so I walked over to him and we stepped out into the hallway to talk. He seemed a little confused by this, I guess he thought I would be acting a little more hostile instead of so diplomatic.
"Look Clint, why is it that you want to kick my ass so badly?" I asked, hoping I could get some of the story that his sophomore friend told him.
"Cuz you broke Brian's nose," he said as if I was asking a stupid question.
"He started the fight, I just ended it," I said, trying to get a little more info out of him.
"That's not what he said. Brian told me he was in the locker room when you came in. I got a text from him that you were there and I was going to come over to ruff you up a bit myself, but I guess I got there a little late," Clint explained. So clearly this Brian kid doesn't want Clint to know that he was trying to stick his dick in my ass as he felt me up. So he probably didn't tell him that I was naked either... Hmm, I could go with this.
"You're right Clint, I just came in and I broke his nose. I was hoping he could send a nice message to you that I am not scared of you," I said. I immediately regretted saying that.
"Oh, is that so," Clint said, "Well when would you like to settle this?" He asked, clearly taking joy in the fact that he will get a chance to fight me.
"I don't, I was wrong to think I could take you, Clint, I don't want to fight you," I said, trying to get out of the inevitable.
"Too late now, short stuff, I'll see you soon," he said as he walked by me, purposefully shoving into my shoulder to knock into me. I let out a long breath as I headed back into the cafeteria to my friends at the table. My friends swarmed around me to ask what happened, but I just told them to drop it. I saw Frankie at his table of friends. Rich made eye contact with me and smiled. Clearly he did not know that I was about to get the shit kicked out of me from Clint, apparently Frankie didn't tell him. I looked over at Frankie and he looked a little concerned, but I just dismissed him and went on to eating my food. I didn't want Frankie to know what was going to happen, so I felt it was best to just keep it to myself, and who knows, maybe this will all turn out to be all right.
The day continued in a similar manner as the first half. Plenty of people came up to ask me if the stories were true, and I did my best to ignore them and make up something that wasn't completely false but at the same time didn't reveal any information on Frankie and I. I can't wait till this day ends! The end of school only led to the beginning of soccer practice, which only reminded me of yesterday. It's all I could think of! Finally practice ended and I rushed to my car after changing in the locker room and sped home. When I got there Frankie was waiting on my front steps.
"Bout time you got home!" Frankie hollered to me as I parked my car in the garage and got out to join him at my front door. "You're dirty," he said, admiring the grass stains on my white soccer shorts.
"Oh really, I didn't notice," I laughed. I led him inside and grabbed a glass of water for myself as he sat down on the sofa. "So how long you been waiting?"
"Not too, bout ten minutes or so," he replied, adjusting his position so he was lying on the couch now.
"Alright, well I am going to take a shower now, I'll be back in a little while," I told him. Before I headed upstairs I went over to the phone to see if there were any messages. My phone had two missed calls and there were three new messages on the recorder. I pushed the button to play all; "First unheard message: This is Verizon with a special offer..!" I pressed `skip,' and listened to the next message. The next one was from my mom; "Hey Kyle, I'll be eating dinner with Jonathan tonight, so order a pizza, I know you don't have school tomorrow but don't stay up and out too late. Love you." Frankie smiled when he heard that comment. "I'll be back," I said as I rushed upstairs to start my shower.
I tried my best to make my shower quick, but whenever I am under that warm spray I can't help but prolong the process and stay in there for as long as possible. I took about a ten-minute shower and just grabbed a towel as I headed downstairs to join Frankie. He turned on the television when I was up there and he was watching some stupid sitcom on Fox or something. "So you wanna grab dinner with me Frankie?" I asked as I plopped down on the couch next to him.
"There are many of thing I want to grab," he said as he put a hand in between the folded towel that was tucked into itself at my waist. He maneuvered his hand so it found my damp thigh and began gently rubbing the inside of my leg.
"Hang on buddy," I said as I stood up with a clear tent underneath the towel, "do you mind if I smoke a quick bowl, I just need to relax my thoughts." He didn't mind. I went into the kitchen to grab my weed and my piece and I sparked up right there at the dinner table. I was watching Frankie the whole time. He was casually playing with himself as he watched me blow smoke rings with my weed. There was no way my boner was going down. "Oh man, weed just gets me so horny," I said for no particular reason. "Last night, I passed out right after I jacked off. Do you get sleepy after you blow a load?"
"Yeah, I do," Frankie said, laughing at my high retarded state.
"Weed also gets me really sleepy," I continued. Frankie motioned for me to come closer and I smiled at him. I got up to put my weed and bowl away and when I looked back Frankie wasn't there, but the basement door was opened wide and the light was on. I followed him down the steps and walked into the middle of the basement but I didn't see Frankie anywhere. Then I felt a hand come reaching from behind me and hold my crotch while another hand was place firmly on my chest. I could feel Frankie's hard dick poking my ass as he pressed his body firmly against mine. He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed my neck softly as his fingers gradually separated the towel that was hiding my dick. He pushed me forward and I stumbled onto the couch that housed all the dried cum from Daniel and I. I laid on my back and stretched my feet out as Frankie walked slowly toward me. He pulled his shirt up and over his head and threw it to the floor as he kicked off his shoes. My hands were folded behind my head as I watched the little performance he was making. Standing directly in front of me, he grabbed my hands and placed them on his pants, specifically his button and zipper. I knew what he wanted, and I would oblige. I slowly pulled down his zipper and separated the material as I snuck a few fingers in to feel around for what I knew was lurking in there. His balls were drawn up tight and his dick was running down his right pant leg. He threw his head back as I gave a soft squeeze. He unbuttoned his pants himself and let them drop to the floor. I immediately put both hands behind his ass and pulled him up and on to me. His boner was pointing out perfectly straight and tenting his boxers like crazy. He straddled my crotch and bounced around a little on top of my towel-clad cock. Lifting himself up slightly, he reached a hand under him and unfolded the towel so I laid completely exposed to him. He sat back down, after throwing the towel off me, on my naked crotch. My dick flipped up against my stomach and he put one butt cheek on either side of my dick. He worked his hips so his ass was jacking me off again, just like last time, and he leaned in to give me a soft kiss. I opened my mouth slightly to let his tongue enter and explore my open cavity. I put my hands on his boxer-clad ass and gave a slight squeeze. He moaned as he continued thrusting his tongue deeper into my mouth, fighting with my own tongue. He pulled off of me slightly and looked deep into my eyes before coming right back in. I pulled his ass cheeks up and off me and let them fall back on top of my dick. He got the point and started humping my dick again, thrusting hard with his hips as my dick went in to sensory overload. The weed was really getting to me and I could feel my orgasm building. I think Frankie knew, and he hopped off of my naked body and stood in front of me. I pulled his boxers down and he let them fall to his ankles as he stepped out of them slowly.
"Oh my god you're wonderful," I said more to myself then him. He smiled at me and got down in between my legs and slowly ran his tongue the length of my dick, which was still resting against my stomach and dripping pre cum onto my belly.
"Thanks, you too," he said as he lowered himself even more so that his mouth was now directly over my ball sac. He put my right testicle into his mouth and applied pressure with his gums. My eyes rolled back into my head. He spit out my right nut and went on to my left nut, doing the same thing. Lowering himself even more, Frankie flicked his tongue over my taint, eliciting multiple moans from me.
"Ahhh, yess," I grunted as I gripped my leaking dick and gave a few strokes before Frankie stopped me.
"Hey, that's my job," he said as he focused his attention on my dick head. He engulfed the whole head in his mouth and slowly went down on me, taking more and more into his mouth. I watched as the inches disappeared in his throat. Soon his nose was touching my few very short pubic hairs and his chin was resting on my sac. I put my hand on top of his head and kept him down there for a while. He pulled off me slowly, exposing the inches one at a time, before stopping at my dick head and flicking his tongue swiftly across my piss slit.
"Oh Jesus Frankie!" I moan in one short breath. He took his mouth off of my dick, which was now soaked with his saliva, and smiled up at me. I could see some of my pre cum on his tongue and a little on his cheek. He gripped my dick firmly with his right hand and bent it towards him. Frankie brought his face closer to it and just licked all over my cock head as if it were an ice cream cone. The weed was making all of these feelings in my dick so much more intense and I couldn't take it any more!
"Oh shit Frankie, get ready!" I panted as he flicked his tongue once more over my cock head. I shot three thick ropes of cum directly up and at his face and dribbled more over his hand that was still pumping my dick. I guess I didn't give him enough warning.
My orgasm took complete control over me and my eyes shut as I threw my head back and relaxed, taking in all the wonderful feeling that my now very sensitive yet still hard dick just experienced. I was on cloud nine, going a million miles a minute. The weed only enhanced the amazing trip I was going on in my head. I must have passed out, or just dozed off. I don't know how long but it was okay with me. I was just so comfortable on my couch, lying naked and damp in my own cum. What the hell is that noise? My eyes were still shut but I was no longer sleeping really. I heard a rather load buzzing noise right by my ear and my eyes opened suddenly and I stood up. I looked over to my left and Frankie was kneeling next to the couch, now clad in only his boxers, and still with a clear tent in the front. Then I looked at what was in his hand; an electric razor.
"What did you do?" I asked, my eyes growing wide. That shit eating grin appeared on his face as I looked down at the couch and saw random tufts of red hair on the pillow. "You didn't..." I said as I ran my hand through my hair. I rushed over to the mirror that was in the basement and my mouth dropped open.
"What's the matter, Patchy?" he said to me. My hair had random bald spots littered all over my head. One was directly over my right ear another was right in the center, then a big one right by my forehead. In all, there must have been six chunks taken out of my head of hair. I turned back to Frankie and he burst out laughing when he saw my dropped jaw and bugged eyes.
"You realize I am going to kill you for this, right?" I said as I sprang on him and pinned him under my body. He was laughing the whole time and sneaking in gropes at my package, which was beginning to harden again. "Ouch, fuck, stop you little shit!" I said as he grabbed at my nuts and squeezed rather roughly. I managed to sit on top of his chest, my back facing his head, and straddled his torso. I quickly grabbed hold of the sides of his boxers and pulled them. I was trying to pull them off of him, but instead just ripped them down the seam and left him with a tattered pair of green and blue boxers clinging slightly to his thin waist. His dick was now on full display for me and I grabbed at his short pubes and pulled softly. "I'm going to do the same thing to you, only not on your head!" I taunted as I pulled harder at his pubes.
He was laughing uncontrollably now. "What, you don't like the new look I gave you?" he cried as he wiggled from side to side to try and escape my probing hands. "How bout the nickname, eh Patchy, Patch Patchy Patchy!" he continued.
"Watch it Frankie, I'll rip this thing off!" I teased as I grabbed his hard and leaking dick and gave a rough squeeze.
"AH! Okay, fuck!" he screamed as I continued tugging on his hard dick. It continued leaking the whole time so I knew he wasn't completely displeased with the attention I was giving him. I didn't stop though; instead I went for his nuts. To get to them I finished the job I had already started. I completely ripped his boxers and they fell in two parts on either side of him. His eyes bulged out of his head at that. Now he lay completely naked in front of me and I took full advantage of it. He pretty much just gave in to what I was doing. He would occasionally reach for my nuts but that was about it. He did run his hand through my newly patchy hair though.
I gripped his sac hard and pulled his nuts away from his body, eliciting a long grunt from my little Frankie. "AHH, shit!" he cried. Since my hands were already down there I decided to apply some pressure to his tight hole. I gathered some of his pre cum on my fingertips and spit on his ass whole a few times before I applied more force. "Mmmph," he grunted as I forced my index finger inside him and wiggled it around. His hands fell down to his sides and he closed his eyes tight. He no longer struggled to get away and I knew I had him. I eased my finger in slowly, after receiving much resistance from his tight cavity. But once inside, he loosened up and pushed out, letting me force more inside. I managed to get my other finger in as well. Now with my index and middle finger up him to the first knuckle, he was squirming like crazy. Frankie's hands found his own dick and he started pumping furiously. His breathing was ragged and labored.
"I don't think this is much of a punishment..." I said to my moaning Frankie.
"You can punish me later, just don't stop, pleassse Kyle..." he trailed of as I thrust further into his ass with my fingers. I bent down so my face was resting on his hip and I ran my tongue over the base of his cock, lapping up the pre cum that had gathered there. "Ahh, god!" Frankie cooed. I pushed in further, going in all the way till my second knuckle this time. I pulled out slightly before ramming them right back in to his tight ass. I really could have used some lube, but he didn't seem to mind too much. I ran my tongue the length of his dick this time and flicked it over his piss slit in rhythm with my pumping fingers that kept going in and out of his tight ass. His knees drew up and bent as his hands dropped to his sides and his teeth clenched. Just as I closed my mouth around his dick head he spewed his load down my throat, catching me off guard. In my state of shock I thrust my fingers in him a little further then I should and that only added to his crazy orgasm. He shot three more wads down my throat as he thrust his hips up into my face and his hands forced my head down further onto his pulsing five and a half inch dick. "Holy fucking Shit!" Frankie gasped when he finally opened his eyes and let go of my patchy head that was still halfway down on his pulsing boy dick. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and walked into the washroom where we had a random sink for some god knows reason. I washed my hands and rejoined him in the main room. He lay splayed out on the floor, chest raising and falling at an incredible pace. He tilted his head so he was facing me. A smiled ran from ear to ear as he played with his softening dick and got to his feet. His tattered boxers remained on the floor where he lay.
"The vacuum is upstairs, I think you'll need it to clean up my hair clippings," I said as I slapped him on his bare ass and planted a kiss on his lips. He licked my cheek; apparently some of his cum was still on my face and he was lapping it up, almost grooming me, in a sexual sort of way. God weed makes me way too horny.
"Ugh, can we say that's my punishment?" he smiled as he walked his naked ass up the steps to the kitchen.
"Hmm, lemme think, FUCK NO!" I laughed. "Its in the upstairs hall closet, Frankie," I called up to him. What a great day, I thought to myself as I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my waist and picked up all of Frankie's clothes that he left on the floor. I passed Frankie on my way up the steps and I cradled his low hanging balls as I walked by him for a second. He almost fell of the stairs; guess he wasn't expecting it. I went up stairs to get changed and wipe the remaining cum off of my naked body. I just fucking showered and I'm already dirty again! I heard the vacuum crank on, which told me Frankie was indeed cleaning up, or so I hoped. This little sexcapade almost took my mind entirely off of Clint and the unfortunate events that I am sure would take place. I glanced at my phone, which was resting on my nightstand, and I had two missed calls. They were both from unknown numbers. I listened to the voicemail and my stomach dropped. "Hey Kyle, its me, I'll be paying you a visit very soon, hope that's okay with you..." I knew it was Clint: he didn't even have to say his name. Just his voice gave it away. Goddamn it! Now what the fuck do I do? I quickly got dressed in a bathing suit, which gave me the opportunity to not wear any boxers, and a white undershirt with an old white soccer jersey on top and a hat to cover my recent haircut. I rushed downstairs and found Frankie pulling his jeans on over his naked body.
"Ugh, this isn't comfortable, do you have a pair of boxers I could borrow?" he asked as he walked upstairs to my room. I followed him and he rummaged through my top drawer. "Hey, these are mine!" he said as he found the pair that I kept from when he came in his pants on my lawn just a few days ago.
"Those are mine!" I said as I threw him a smaller pair that I still had, "you can use these." He obliged and pulled them up over his cock and his jeans followed suit. "Lets go down stairs and grab some grub," I told him as I walked out of my room and toward the stairs. On my way down the stairs I saw someone walking down my front yard from the window in the door. It was one of Clint's buddies. "Shit," I muttered to myself.
A few seconds later I heard a loud knock on the door. Took them long enough to realize the doorbell doesn't work... Frankie was eating some Oreos after he pulled his shirt back over his head and I was sitting at the table with him, making small chat, waiting for Clint to enter.
I got up to answer the door and I saw Clint and two of his big buddies, one was the fuck from yesterday that I roughed up. "Can I help you?" I said as bluntly as I could muster.
"Took you long enough," Clint said as he pushed forward. I put my hand out and halted his advance, keeping him outside.
"Don't step a foot inside my house, I'll meet you outside in a second, I just want to grab some shoes," I said as I walked over to the closed and grabbed my Pumas.
"Whose here," Frankie called as he walked over to me at the door and saw Clint and his buddies waiting. "Oh... Crap..." he said. I walked by him and outside and closed the door, keeping him inside.
"What do you want Clint, I told you I don't want any trouble, so fuck off," I told him when I reached the center of my lawn and each one of them stood on a different side of me, circling me. I made eye contact with the kid with the broken nose, "Nice nose," I laughed. Apparently that wasn't the right thing to say... The giant man-child walked up to me and punched me squarely in the guy, causing me to come crumbling to the ground gasping for air.
"Oh ho, fuck," I stammered as I got to my feet. Frankie came walking slowly out of my house with a concerned look on his face, along with a look of anger. It didn't look like he enjoyed seeing me get punched; that's nice to know.
"Who the fuck is this?" Clint said as he saw Frankie walk into the front yard and clench his fists.
"Leave him alone, Clint," I said after regaining my breath.
"That didn't answer my question; I said who is he?"
"Clearly, he's my friend," I answered, "I thought even you could figure that out." Just cuz I was probably going to get my ass kicked didn't mean I should lose my sarcasm and humor. Clint walked a few paces over to Frankie. Standing next to him, he looked like he was a foot taller then little Frankie. He grabbed him by his shirt collar and hoisted him into the air. "Let go of him you fucking shit head!!" I yelled as I came rushing over to Frankie and attempted to get Clint off of him. The other two came to Clint's aid and held me down, preventing me from getting close to him. A smile appeared on Clint's face as he held my Frankie up in the air. Frankie looked panicked and I couldn't do anything. Or could I? I knew there was one way to get Clint's attention; "Hey Clint, how's that fat mother of yours? She still taking that tiny dick your gym teacher of a dad has up her saggy pussy? Must be pretty small after he juiced himself up to become a huge moronic fuck that is today..." Clint dropped Frankie right then and turned around to face me. Frankie fell on his ass and watched as Clint walked towards me.
"What school did your dad go to to become a gym teacher? Or did he not? I don't think many positions like that require any diploma other then a high school one. Could you ask him for me?" Now I was just digging my own grave. Clint's hands balled up into fists as he got ever closer to me. His friends stood me up straight and held my hands back. "Oh and one more thing..."
"No, you're done talking," I heard him say before I saw a large object, which I can only assume was his fist, soaring at my face before the rest of the world went black. I heard some screams, probably from Frankie, and then I heard a car engine, maybe Clint drove away. Not sure, everything seems a blur; thank god this grass is soft.