Stormy Weather
Chapter One: The Storm
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This story involves masturbation, slash, and other sexual themes. If any of this type of stuff bothers you, please do not read this story. You have been forewarned, so please do not reply with a flame. Thank you.
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Clark settled down on the hammock in the loft. His parents had decided to go out of town for the weekend and left Clark home. Clark looked at his watch. It was 9:30.
He removed his shirt and his blue jeans and set them down on the floor. He then removed his boxers and dropped them with the rest of the clothes. He gripped his erection and slowly started to stroke it. He lay back on the hammock and started going a little faster. His eyes closed and he let out a few quiet moans. He was on the verge of release when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Clark, you up there?" the voice said, and the stairs started creaking. Speedily, he pulled his boxers and pants back on, but the person was at the top of the stairs before he could put his shirt on.
"Hey, Pete," Clark said. "What's up?" He hoped Pete didn't know what he had been up to. He had seen him raise his eyebrow the slightest bit when he saw the shirtless Clark.
"Not too much. I was just wondering if you wanted to go watch a movie or something, since your parents are out," he said. Clark studied Pete, in his white t-shirt and blue jeans, his small smile on his lips.
"This late?" Clark asked.
"Yeah, why not? I like watching movies late. There's not as big of a crowd. And your parents aren't here, so you can come without getting in trouble."
"Sure," Clark said. He didn't want to sound weird. "Who else is coming?"
"Just us. Chloe's dad wouldn't let her come this late," Pete explained.
"Oh. Okay, let's go," Clark said, grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it back on. He checked to make sure his keys were in his pocket and they went to his truck.
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In the movie theater, Clark and Pete were two of only about fifteen people in the showing of the movie they were watching. They sat down in the very back (everyone else was near the front) and set their drinks in the holders. Clark put his arm on the armrest, where Pete's arm was already situated.
"Oops, sorry," Clark said quietly. He blushed, but the lights had just gone down so Pete didn't notice. Pete didn't have a chance to reply because the previews started up and he decided not to answer.
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As Clark was heading home so Pete could get his car and drive home, a big storm hit. The lightning was close, the thunder was loud, and the rain was coming down in heavy sheets. "Whoa," Pete commented. Soon, they were at Clark's house. As soon as they got inside, the rain started coming down twice as hard.
Clark turned on the TV. "This is News 15 Special Report," a newscaster said, interrupting whatever had been on before Clark had turned the set on. "People within a twenty mile radius of Metropolis should stay in their homes. A serious storm is taking place and it has knocked down several power lines and trees. You should not go outside until later confirmation. This has been a News 15 Special Report.
"You better call your parents," Clark told his friend, and Pete nodded. Pete hurried over to the phone and dialed his number. "Mom? You saw the news on the storm right? Yeah, so I'll be staying here with Clark tonight. Okay. Love you too. Bye," Pete said. He hung up the phone, and sat down with Clark on the couch.
"There's a leak right over my bed," Clark remembered, and he rushed upstairs. "I put a bucket under it, and I can't sleep there, so I'd better sleep down here, too," he said as he came back down. He went to a closet and grabbed a couple blankets and pillows. He laid them out on the floor and stripped down to his boxers. He got under the blanket. He yawned. "You goin' to bed?"
"Yeah," Pete said. He also stripped down to his boxers and got into the makeshift bed next to Clark. "'Night," Pete said, and Clark replied with the same answer.
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Clark awoke the next morning, his eyes fluttering open to a ray of sunlight hitting his face. In front of his eyes was Pete; they were both towards the inner edge of their sleeping bags. It was almost as if they had been cuddling.
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More to come soon; tell me what you think of this. As I said, please don't give me flames. If you didn't like this type of story then you shouldn't have read it.
Chapter One: The Storm
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This story involves masturbation, slash, and other sexual themes. If any of this type of stuff bothers you, please do not read this story. You have been forewarned, so please do not reply with a flame. Thank you.
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Clark settled down on the hammock in the loft. His parents had decided to go out of town for the weekend and left Clark home. Clark looked at his watch. It was 9:30.
He removed his shirt and his blue jeans and set them down on the floor. He then removed his boxers and dropped them with the rest of the clothes. He gripped his erection and slowly started to stroke it. He lay back on the hammock and started going a little faster. His eyes closed and he let out a few quiet moans. He was on the verge of release when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Clark, you up there?" the voice said, and the stairs started creaking. Speedily, he pulled his boxers and pants back on, but the person was at the top of the stairs before he could put his shirt on.
"Hey, Pete," Clark said. "What's up?" He hoped Pete didn't know what he had been up to. He had seen him raise his eyebrow the slightest bit when he saw the shirtless Clark.
"Not too much. I was just wondering if you wanted to go watch a movie or something, since your parents are out," he said. Clark studied Pete, in his white t-shirt and blue jeans, his small smile on his lips.
"This late?" Clark asked.
"Yeah, why not? I like watching movies late. There's not as big of a crowd. And your parents aren't here, so you can come without getting in trouble."
"Sure," Clark said. He didn't want to sound weird. "Who else is coming?"
"Just us. Chloe's dad wouldn't let her come this late," Pete explained.
"Oh. Okay, let's go," Clark said, grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it back on. He checked to make sure his keys were in his pocket and they went to his truck.
* * *
In the movie theater, Clark and Pete were two of only about fifteen people in the showing of the movie they were watching. They sat down in the very back (everyone else was near the front) and set their drinks in the holders. Clark put his arm on the armrest, where Pete's arm was already situated.
"Oops, sorry," Clark said quietly. He blushed, but the lights had just gone down so Pete didn't notice. Pete didn't have a chance to reply because the previews started up and he decided not to answer.
* * *
As Clark was heading home so Pete could get his car and drive home, a big storm hit. The lightning was close, the thunder was loud, and the rain was coming down in heavy sheets. "Whoa," Pete commented. Soon, they were at Clark's house. As soon as they got inside, the rain started coming down twice as hard.
Clark turned on the TV. "This is News 15 Special Report," a newscaster said, interrupting whatever had been on before Clark had turned the set on. "People within a twenty mile radius of Metropolis should stay in their homes. A serious storm is taking place and it has knocked down several power lines and trees. You should not go outside until later confirmation. This has been a News 15 Special Report.
"You better call your parents," Clark told his friend, and Pete nodded. Pete hurried over to the phone and dialed his number. "Mom? You saw the news on the storm right? Yeah, so I'll be staying here with Clark tonight. Okay. Love you too. Bye," Pete said. He hung up the phone, and sat down with Clark on the couch.
"There's a leak right over my bed," Clark remembered, and he rushed upstairs. "I put a bucket under it, and I can't sleep there, so I'd better sleep down here, too," he said as he came back down. He went to a closet and grabbed a couple blankets and pillows. He laid them out on the floor and stripped down to his boxers. He got under the blanket. He yawned. "You goin' to bed?"
"Yeah," Pete said. He also stripped down to his boxers and got into the makeshift bed next to Clark. "'Night," Pete said, and Clark replied with the same answer.
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Clark awoke the next morning, his eyes fluttering open to a ray of sunlight hitting his face. In front of his eyes was Pete; they were both towards the inner edge of their sleeping bags. It was almost as if they had been cuddling.
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More to come soon; tell me what you think of this. As I said, please don't give me flames. If you didn't like this type of story then you shouldn't have read it.