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The Good, The Bad and the Molly - Chapter Two

Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Humiliation, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Romance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

Chris followed, as did silence. "Are you ever embarrassed of me?" Chris asked me out of the blue, after a few seconds. "What? God no." I replied. "Of course I'm not." "Okay." He slowly said as we pressed on. "Why would I be?" I wasn't ready to let the topic go that easily. He shrugged, and I noticed a definite energy drop in him. "I just feel like being seen with me... with this..." He gestured to his body, his hourglass figure covered up with some kind of tasteful colorful attire that clung to his skin for dear life. The headband didn't help. "It would hurt your reputation or something." "What is this, the 1980s?" I asked him rhetorically. "If people can't accept you, that's their own problem. So what if you flaunt it? That's a part of who you are." Part of my big speech was fueled by Molly's backlash against what I said on Friday, but I wasn't going to admit that to him. "I got heckled the other day." He sighed. "'Faggot.' He told me that my kind doesn't belong here." "His kind doesn't belong here. Fuck him." I said forcefully. "That's not heckling, that's bullying. What even is 'your kind'? Your sexuality? They don't even know anything else about you." Chris, to my surprise, grinned. "Fuckboys wouldn't say that." He told me. "See? You're better than you think you are." "Son of a bitch, Chris." I complained, winding down from the fury I'd built up. "Did you seriously make up an instance of bullying just to prove a point?" His grin faded. "Nah, I didn't make it up." He ... replied, playing it off as cool. I didn't reply. Instead, I stopped walking and hugged him sympathetically, which he accepted. "I'm sorry." I told him. "Thanks, sweetie." He replied, breaking off the hug. "It's all good. If I didn't think it was worth it, I wouldn't have come out." "Still." I gruffly mumbled as we neared the gym. "You wanna spot first or shall I?" "We can decide once we're there." Chris said and smiled. I smiled back. *** I got off the bus sweaty and tired. I didn't know how Chris had the energy to go to the gym and have a class afterwards, but he always was one for surprises. With my backpack slung over my shoulder, I walked towards the house, ready to lapse into a coma after the 10-hour hell that was my Monday class and gym schedule. I practically collapsed through the door when I came in. Slightly dizzy, I plopped my bag down on the floor and crashed on one of the chairs in the living room. Jerome was there, sitting in front of the TV with his laptop on his lap. "Hey." He gruffly said, waving a hand. "Hey." I replied lightly. "Gym was nice?" He asked. "Yeah." I replied breathily. "Just need a few seconds more to catch my breath is all." He nodded and went back to his work. Lazily I watched TV. I wasn't quite sure what was on. It was a scene of four dudes with white outfits and bowler hats beating each other up while classical music played in the background. I didn't really get art films. Once I felt my strength fully restored, without another word, I got up and ...