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Stories by tim the story guy: Starting Over - in the no-sex section (completed 11/20/04) Training Day - in the adult/youth section (completed 9/17/04) What A Gas! - in the adult/youth section (last update 11/25/04) Sweet Sixteen - in the sci-fi/fantasy section (completed 11/13/04) Allen & Allen 2 - in the high school section (last update 11/22/04) No One Else - in the high school section (last update 11/23/04) Fate - in the high school section (completed 5/21/04)
Out of a Dream
by:
James Clark
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Chapter 13-- The Mosh
We dragged Wyatt over to my closet, and I started pulling things out and throwing them on the bed. I dragged out a black leather jacket, some black jeans, black slacks, a tee with a red design of a phoenix on it and black around. Yeah, lot's and lot's of black. I always dressed in complete black, but we were going to set Wyatt up a little better. Heather and I picked out dark blue, almost black jeans for him, along with a black button up shirt, which we would leave half open. Then, we put the leather jacket on him... it was a bit ratty, as was the fashion, but it made him look great.
"Heather, would you mind stepping outside for just a sec? I have to give Wyatt something", I asked her.
"Sure", she said, though she eyed me curiously. When she had walked out, I went over to a drawer and dug around for a moment. Triumphantly, I pulled out my hand.
"Here, you have to wear this!", I said to him with a huge grin. I was holding out a pair of black mesh briefs, which were so close to being see-through it wasn't funny. His eyes widened at me, and then he smiled back. Then, he walked over to the drawer, and pulled out a black jockstrap!
"Only if you wear this one!", he said. "And, you have to model it for me!"
"Sure, but we can't fool around right now. Heather's waiting on us, so let's get dressed. Yeah, I have a lot of black stuff, don't I?", I said. I was a goth a while back... very depressed, and I fell into the habit of wearing only black.
"You do, but I find it sexy. It really makes you look good", he said to me as he got naked, then pulled on the mesh briefs. I smiled, then pulled on the jock. At that moment, the doorhandle jiggled, and I realized we had forgotten to lock it. In walked Heather!
"Oh, Jesus, ya'll are HOT!", she said. Then, she realized she was staring, and her face turned red as she covered her eyes and turned around. Wyatt and I both busted out laughing, and turned red ourselves.
"Ok, get some normal clothes on, and put those into my bag. Its right there on the floor, I went and got it. That way we can get past your mom without weird questions, James", she said. I did admire her for her intelligence. She knew how to get around parents, no problem. We stashed our stuff in the bag, and walked out of my room. My mom waved me over towards her.
"Ok, you guys, just go ahead and wait in the car, and I'll be there in a sec", I told them. I turned to face my mom who obviously wanted an explanation.
"James, when are you going to tell me what's going on, and where do you kids plan on going?", she asked me.
"I figured we could sit down and talk tomorrow, cuz that's the last day before school starts. Heather wondered if Wyatt and I wanted to just ride around for a while, catch a movie, and crash at her house for the night. I was about to ask you if you minded when you called me over", I told her.
"That's fine, but don't get into anything stupid, and remember that you need to tell me what's all happened tomorrow. I know that you don't want to talk about it right now, or you'd be talking, so I'll give you till tomorrow, but that's it. Then, I need to know, k? Well, baby, you have a good time, and make sure to call me at about ten or eleven to let me know you're alright", she said, then gave me a hug.
"Allright, bye mom, see you later!", I said as I walked out the door. I got in the car where Wyatt and Heather were waiting, and cranked the car. Heather gave directions, and we got to the party fine, which was in a REALLY remote part of the country, and set back a ways from the road, in an old warehouse type building. Somehow, they had electricity hooked up for the neccessities, I'd imagine someone brought a generator. We got dressed in the car. Heather does have serious style. She picked a red top with a black skirt, and fishnet stockings. While she got dressed, I borrowed her black eyeliner pencil, and gave Wyatt just a little bit of an outline. I thought it made him look very sexy. Heather's nails were painted black, and she wore silver lipstick, which made her look as if she was other-worldly. After I got her to fix my eyes for me, we walked towards the party.
About halfway, we saw a girl with red, spiky hair, and wearing baggy clothes. I recognized her! It was Britney! I knew her pretty good, and I called out to her.
"Hey, Brit! What's happenin?", I yelled. Wyatt and I waved. She smiled her pretty little smile and walked over to us as Heather lit a cigarette, another Newport.
"Hey James, hey Wyatt! What are ya'll doin here? I didn't know you could dress so well, Wyatt!", she said. "Hi Heather, how's it goin?"
"Well, we're about to head in", I said. "You wanna go in with us? Probably safer that way if you aren't here with some other people."
"That's probably a good idea. The people that were supposed to come with me bailed at the last second. Hey, Heather, can I get a Newport off you?", Britney said.
"Sure, here you go", Heather said, handing off a cigarette and a lighter. Any Newport smoker can tell that it's a Newport cigarette just from the unique smell of the strongest menthol made. I had my own pack with me, but I sort of cut down, because Wyatt hardly ever smokes.
"Thanks, Heather. Hey, ya'll wanna come around the side with me real quick? I've got a blunt, and its 'dro. Plenty to go around", Britney said to us. Now, don't even start about drugs. Marijuana has been proven to cause no damage to your brain, and actually has many wonderful health effects, such as boosting your immune system. Do some research.
We went around the side of the building, which was almost pumping with the music emanating from it. Some band with a color in its name... purple or yellow something... was playing that night. They were obscure, but not bad at all. They were one of the better bands that played at parties like this. After we had smoked the blunt that Britney had, we all headed inside. There were some strobe lights going, as well as black lights continuously lit. The lights were multicolored in some places. We were all stoned, and this just added to the wonderful effect of the place. After finding a keg in a corner, we got something to drink. I lit a cigarette myself; its the only way I drink, I have to smoke while I drink (yeah, I'm weird).
"Hey, Wyatt!!!", I yelled over the noise. "Wanna dance?!" There was a big crowd in the middle of the floor dancing. In front of them was the make-shift stage that held up the punk-rock band.
"Sure!!", he yelled. With that, I grabbed his hand and led him out to the middle of the floor.
"Try not to let go of me!!! Its safer if we stay together, but you'll like this!!! Its fun!!!", I yelled. I could barely be heard, and he just nodded affirmation, holding my hand a bit tighter. At the same time, Heather and Britney were sitting on some old crates talking to each other.
"Heather, what's up with them? I mean, I know its a mosh going on, but did they really have to hold hands?", Britney asked, thoroughly confused.
"Well, Brit, its not my place to say anything. You can talk to them after they come back. But, in the meantime, what have you been doin' lately? Anything special?", Heather asked.
"I've been paying on my car, trying to get it paid off. After that I'm free! Well, I'm gonna go for the keg again, you want a refill while I'm headed that way?", Britney said.
"Sure, Wyatt and James will be back out here soon. I'll just come with you so I can grab a couple for them", she replied. She also made a mental note to grab a few bottled waters, so nobody'd dehydrate. She and Britney made their way to the back of the building to get the drinks, and there was a guy selling water for two bucks a bottle, so Heather shelled out eight dollars to get everyone some water to sip. That's how you know you're at a good party; the beer's free, but they charge an arm and a leg for water!
By the time they made it back to where they were sitting, Wyatt and I, sweaty and heaving from moshing, pulled out of the crowd toward them. Britney had the waters in her baggy pants pockets (told you she wore baggy pants), and they both carried two cups.
"Come sit down for a sec, you look like you're about to pass out!", Britney yelled at us over the noise. We were about burning up, so we took a seat beside them. Heather grabbed the water, and thrust it at Wyatt and I.
"A quarter of both bottles goes in you before you get your beer", she said. Heather is great at taking care of people. She's a great person to go out with, you won't get hurt when you're with her. Wyatt and I smiled, and downed some water. We were really thirsty anyway. Britney handed us our cups.
"Thanks, Brit", Wyatt said. Then, he looked at me, and leaned in closely. He kissed me right on the mouth, and I returned it willingly. There was no one here that cared. That's one thing about punks, they can accept a lot of things easily. We saw Britney's mouth drop as we separated.
"Sorry about that, Brit", I said, blushing terribly. "I guess Heather hasn't filled you in, yet..."
"No, she hasn't, but I for one thought that it was VERY cute!!", she said, her mouth closing. "I just didn't expect it. So, you two are together now? Wyatt, I thought you were completely straight, and you too, James! This is weird, I'll admit. But, just to let you know, I'm okay with it, and I think you two make a great couple from what I just saw."
"Thanks, Brit. That means a lot to us", Wyatt said, gripping my hand again. I can't believe this, and I never want this night to end. It seems that everything is going great again, finally. We talked a lot more, then Wyatt and I convinced Brit and Heather to come out and dance with us.
"We'll even dance with you!", I said. "That way we all look straight!" Everybody laughed a little at that, and we headed out. The night progressed that way for a while, everything just kept getting better. The band even played Pulling Teeth, by Green Day. But, what we never really noticed was the guy that was over to the side, and was watching most of what we did. I walked out and called my mom at about ten like I said I would, and we left at about one in the morning, and went to drop Brit off. After we got her home, we headed to Heather's house, which was empty because her parents had gone out for the night. After we said goodnight, we headed for my house. We climbed in the window, because we were thoroughly fucked up and didn't want my mom to know we were home.
"Wyatt, how about you take all this stuff off, okay? Then, I'll show you what I want you to do to me", I whispered into his ear. We tussled on the bed for a bit, kissing and occasionally tossing clothes on the floor. Eventually, all that remained was our very sexy underwear. I pushed him down on the bed, and attacked him with my tongue. I licked every bit of him, bathing his chest, and nipping his nipples slightly. I traced down to his crotch, and there I sucked at the pouch of the briefs, feeling the hard member that was contained in it. I worked my tongue into the fly of the briefs, and licked his shaft. Then, I pulled down the underwear so his cock and balls were exposed to the air. I then took his nuts into my mouth, sucking them softly, and licking them rapidly. He groaned the whole time, and I could smell the odor he put off when aroused. I've said before, its not a nasty smell, its the best scent in the world. I finally moved on to his dick, taking half of it into my mouth, my tongue flickering along the shaft. After I bobbed my head a few times, I reached under the bed for the tube of KY that we kept there now. I slicked his cock with it, and straddled him. I rubbed his slippery dick along my ass, and drove him insane with the teasing of it, until he moaned that he couldn't take it anymore.
As soon as he said that, I impaled myself on his cock, sinking down onto it to the hilt. To my surprise, I didn't feel pain. It was just extremely uncomfortable. I sat there for a moment, my muscles clenching around his cock, making him squirm under me. After about a minute, I started to slowly ride him, making him shiver with delight. I started to fuck myself with his pole faster and faster, as he rubbed against my prostate. As I rode him, I slipped my cock out of the side of the jock and slowly began to rub it. I leant down and kissed him ferociously, pressing at him with the kisses, as if I was trying to meld our lips together. Quicker, quicker, faster, faster, I bounced up and down on him. A look of torturous ecstacy came onto his face, as his orgasm quickly approached. Suddenly, his big cock banged against my magic button hard, and I blew. I shot all over his chest, and even hit him in the face. He let out a grunt, and thrust his hips upward as his cocks spasmed, coating my rectum with his semen. The smell of cum was in the air, and I rode him until both our orgasms faded completely out. Then, I collapsed on top of him with our chests spreading the cum between us, and his cock still penetrating me. I looked up at him once, smiled, and licked all of the cum off of his face as he moaned his love for me.
"I love you too, Wyatt", I said, and nuzzled my face in his neck, which still smelled of adidas cologne. I felt him slip out of me, and then he covered us up, and I succumbed to the drowsiness.
Allright, how was that? Don't forget Roger, now... who was that guy watching them? What's going to happen when they talk to Susie tomorrow? What are they going to do about school? Stay tuned!