1. Street Lights - 6


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Gay, Oral Sex, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: SJV2012, Rating: 65, Source: sexstories.com

    walls 1000 deep! I turn around and I see a multitude of kids exploding out of the backdoor. I couldn't help but laugh and run into the crowd to get back in. Inside there's frenzy of people going every which way. I mean, I could have sworn I saw a few kids run into the walls trying to find a way out. I find Brad, who's packing his equipment up and I tell him to help hide everything. Judging by the volume of the sirens, it's going to be about 3 minutes before the police get to my block. I run to the front door and lock it, and motion at KyShea to come over and tell people trying to get out that they need to go through the back and hit the walls. She throws me a thumbs up and makes her way over. Bobby Mac and Johnie Mae come storming down the stairs, pushing kids down along the way with trash bags already halfway full. I didn't have to say anything to them. I make a mad dash to the kitchen to find Stacy cleaning the kitchen up and pushing kids out of the door. T-Minus 1 minute. I grab all of the drinks and start tossing them into bags that the twins brought down. At this rate we should just be finished up by the time they come knocking. I push my bag off in Brad's hands and head back to the backyard. It's just clearing out. Cups all over the place, but it's coming together. I run to the gazebo and unplug the lights. There's a kid passed out. I grab his wrists and drag him to the kitchen and leave him laying by the refrigerator. Stacy gives me a smirk and I tell her to go pull ...
    the trash bags off of the windows and close the curtains. She disappears out of the kitchen. I take two of the bags full of cups and beers and put them in the sink. I proceed to cut a small hole in each corner to drain all of the liquids. “Link! There's a cop out here that wants to talk to you,” I hear Brad yell from the living room. I pull myself together and head that way. The living room is spotless... except for the lights. Damn. To my surprise, the police officer is cute. Mid 30's, baby face, but that's about all I could really see. “We got a noise complaint and a call about potential underage drinking?” The cop peers down at me. I look up into his eyes and try to read his face. “Not here sir. We just got here from a late night bowling game,” I say as sweetly as possible. Just then Stacy comes sashaying down the stairs in slacks, a bra and my mom's bowling shoes in hand. “Hey Link, I need to go buy new shoes, these ones just didn't the job,” she says, “OH! What are the cops doing here?” “Well little lady, we got complaints but I think maybe it was just a joke,” he slyly says to Stacy. Stacy bats her eyelashes at the officer and walks to the kitchen. “Well I see there's nothing going on here, you kids be safe,” he sincerely says to me and Brad. We nod and send him on his way. KyShea and the twins crawl out from behind the couches and start laughing with me and Brad. That was a close call. “If you guys want, you guys can crash here tonight. I'm taking my skinny ass to bed,” ...
«123»