1. The Nightmare is Back - Logan & Bryce (A New Series)


    Date: 1/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: StudioXPS, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    says. “What the hell do you think you’re doing smacking McKenzie on the ass like that? You stay the hell away from her, you hear me?” I cock my head to the right, popping my neck - it's a stress reliever. Well, one of my stress relievers, if you catch my drift. I look back at him, with a cocky smile on my face. “Oh, I’m sorry, Josh. Can you come back later for your daily pissing match? You see, the bell is about to ring. Perhaps we can continue showing the size of our dicks during lunch period or something. But, from what McKenzie tells me, you might come up a little short in that competition.” Yup. I told you. My smart mouth would get the best of me. Josh looks at his buddies, that decided to huddle around him, and chuckles a little. Before I know it, the wind is knocked out of me when Josh’s fist connects with my gut. My backpack, which was slung over my right shoulder only, falls to the ground as I drop to a knee, coughing and gasping to re-catch my breath. Captain Fuckstick and his buddies laugh it up as they walk away. They pass Bryce, who eyes them, maliciously. He then sprints down the hallway to me, and helps me to my feet. I finally catch my breath. Out of habit, when we’re alone, I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers. He quickly shakes his hand free from my grasp. Oh, that’s right. My bad. He’s “straight.” Heavy air quotes around the word straight. “Damn it. I’m so sorry, Logan,” he say, quietly, so nobody would hear. “I should have gotten here sooner. Car ...
    problems. Mom had to drive me here.” It is all I can do to not wrap my arms around him and kiss his big, pouty lips. I settle for a smile. A smile is harmless, and in no way tells the rest of the school, “Hey! Bryce is gay!” right? He flashes a quick smile of his own. He walks me to my first class, math. It's on his way to history class. We have 7 classes throughout the day, and not a single one we share together. Major bummer. But, I do have 3rd hour English class with McKenzie, so, that kind of helps. Bryce is always paranoid, walking down the hallway with me - always scanning the hallway for people who might spot us and think there was something more than friendship. I’m not gonna’ lie, it kind of hurt. But, before dropping me off at my classroom, if the coast was clear, he always made up for it and made some sort of physical contact to let me know he cared for me. Be it either him swiping his hand across my shoulder blades, running a finger down the back of lower bicep, or, if I was really lucky, and nobody was in the hallway, he’d squeeze one of my ass cheeks. With him being late to school, and it being one minute from the first bell, today was a “squeeze” day. I grunt under my breath and look back at him. He flashes an arrogant grin at me before sprinting down the hallway, hoping like hell he made it to history class before the bell rang. I find an empty desk in the back of Mrs. Smith’s math class. Bryce squeezed, more like pinched, my left ass cheek so hard, I still feel ...
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