First off, I would like to start by saying that this is my first time posting a Fanfic/blog post. I will not accept hateful comments, however, I do accept constructive criticism. Please leave new ideas in the comments to help me! The POV for this will be through you, a 15-year-old boy named Logan since I don't know everyone's name. Also, this Fanfic includes strong language, sexually explicit text, and alcohol use. 18 years and up only! Otherwise, please enjoy! ^_^ P.S. I do NOT own Black Ops, Black Ops II, YouTube or CaptainSparklez' channel on YouTube. This FanFic is for entertainemnt only!
*Your POV*
It was a cold, snowy day in New York City. I had just reached my house after a long walk home from school when I heard someone behind me. "Hey faggot!" the figure yelled. I instantly realized the voice. It was Andrew, the team captain of the football team, with the rest of the "popular" crowd. I ignored them. They usually harassed me every day since I was gay. "HEY ASSHOLE, I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!" Andrew bellowed. It caught me off guard becuase they would usually just walk off snickering after calling me a faggot. I turned around. "I heard you told the entire everyone that I slept with you and I liked it!" the red faced Andrew screamed. I was astonished. I had never done such a thing. I didn't know what he has talking about. "I... I never..." I stammered. Just as I opened my mouth again, Andrew threw a punch at my face. I was out cold. I woke up in a hospital to my mother sobbing at my feet. "M...mom? Are you ok?" I asked? She looked up and smiled weakly then started sobbing again. "You know that boy Andrew?" she asked. I nodded. I didn't understand. Andrew had only punched me in the face. Why was I in the hospital? I had apparently broken my left arm and right leg. "Well... Andrew recorded you getting beat up by him and his friends. He also sent it to everyone in your school." I didn't really care. Everyone at school already hated me so I didn't really have anything to lose. "So? Everyone already hates me. Why is it a big deal?" She paused a minute. "Sending it to the school isn't the only thing he did." My heart sank and I began to panic at the thought of what he had done. "What did he do?" I asked with a shakey voice. She hesitated. "He then posted it on the internet and it shortly went viral with every one of his friends telling their friends to watch it. Soon enough people heard about it and posted it on different sights that the video now has over 15 million views." I wanted to die right then. My life was over. "How did it go viral that quick?" I asked. "You weren't out for just a day. You were out for 3 days. You were in pretty bad condition when they found you in the street. I don't know what happened to Andrew. Last I heard of him he was being counseled." I stared blankly at the window, wishing I could just jump out of it and end my life then and there. "Your father and I decided it was best to move somewhere different to try to get away from the people that know about the video." my mother said glumly. "Gee, that'll help." I said sarcastically. "If the video has already gone viral, then it doesn't matter where we move." My mother looked up at me with sorrow in her eyes. "Well at least it won't be as bad as here. We talked about moving to California and I'm pretty sure that's where we are moving. When we do move, it will be after your better." My mother smiled and me sadly. "Well, I'm going to go talk to your father more about the move. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, my mother left the room.
*6 Months Later*
As my parents were getting settled into our new home, I decided to go for a walk and look at the town. "Hey mom, I'm going for a walk." I said. "Ok, stay safe." she responded. When I left the house, I decided to go down town to get familiar with the place. I walked past several stores, apartments, and the high school. On my way back I saw someone that I thought I recognized. I looked closer and realized that it was the YouTuber, Jordan Maron (aka CaptainSparklez). I was overjoyed that I lived in the same city as him. I hesitated, but eventually decided to go up to him and I asked him for his picture. "Hey, I'm a fan and was wondering could you take a picture with me?" I asked akwardly. "By the way, my name is Logan, I just moved here." He smiled and happily obliged. "He's so hot" I thought to myself. I felt a slight buldge in my pants and quickly tried to hide it. "Hey, aren't you that guy that got beat by a group of kids in New York?" he asked. Humiliated, I nodded. He must have seen me blush because he said, "Hey, don't feel bad about it. It wasn't a one on one fight and he just attacked you out of nowhere. Most everyone knows that. I was relieved that he thought that, but I was still a bit worried he thought I was a loser. "Hey." he said, "Since you're obviously still down about that incident, how about you come and hang out with me a bit?" I was astonished that he asked me to do that. He put his hand on my shoulder, turning me on a bit, and said, "Come on, it'll be fun." I agreed and text my parents what I was doing so they wouldn't freak out. He drove me to a restaurant where we ordered hamburgers and got to know each other better. He got a bit more personal with each question he asked. It started with did I have any siblings, then reached something that I hoped wouldn't ever become a topic we would converse about. "So, I've heard some rumors, but I don't know if they're true. Are you gay Logan?" I almost choked on my drink when he asked me. I didn't know how to respond, afraid that he would not want to be "friends" anymore if I told him I was. I paused for a moment, then decided to give an answer. "Yes, I... I am." Jordan smiled. "Ok. You know, you don't have to feel like I will make fun of you like those kids did back in New York. You can tell me anything." I felt like he was trying to tell me something, but I didn't know what. After we finished eating, we arrived at Jordan's house. It was a large, nice, spacious home. It was 8:00 pm and Jordan asked if I wanted to play Black Ops II. "Sure." I replied. I sat down on the couch without hesitation. Jordan sat down next to me. "You ever played Black Ops?" Jordan asked. I nodded. "Yeah, once. I played it at my cousins house." Jordan smirked at something. I wonder what was so funny. "Oh, ok." he eventually replied. "You any good?" I instantly thought "nope", but then decided to answer with "Only one way to find out." Jordan laughed at my remark and we started a match against each other. About an hour later, I had realized that I hadn't called my parents and told them I was at Jordan's house. They knew I was with him, just not at his house. "Hey," I told Jordan, "I think I probably need to go home." Jordan frowned. "Well, I know we just met and all but I was wondering if you'd like to stay the night and hang out again tomorrow... want to?" That caught me completely by surprise. I was thrilled that Jordan thought of me as a close friend and I really wanted to, but I didn't know what my parents would say. "I'd love to," I replied enthusiastically, "but I don't know what my parents will say." Jordan paused, then said he would call them himself and ask. I waited in the guest bedroom while Jordan called my parents. I began to worry because he was in there about an hour. He finally came back with a glass of champagne. He beamed at me and said, "They said it was fine as long as it was ok with me!" Jordan seemed to be a little bit too happy. "How much champagne had he drank?" I wondered to myself. Jordan picked me up over his shoulder and carried me to the living room. "Jordan! Put me down!" I managed to say through my fits of laughter. Jordan threw me onto the couch laughing along with me, continuing to drink from his second full bottle of champagne. "Jordan, I think your drunk" I said, with a bit more serious tone. "Nonsense good sir!" Jordan said with a horrible fake British accent. I couldn't help but laugh at his drunkeness. "I've never been drunk in my life." Jordan slurred. "Yeah, you're drunk." I said while turning on the flat screen TV. For the next hour, I sat flipping through the TV channels while Jordan wandered around the house bumping into things and almost knocking them over. "He's cute when he's drunk..." I thought to myself while watching him enjoy a third bottle. "Jordan, I think that's enough champagne for tonight." I said, a bit worried about what he might do in his drunken state. He turned around and looked at me. I might have just imagined it, but I thought I saw the slightest sliver of a smile on Jordan's face. He walked towards me slowy, then passed out on the floor. "Jordan!" I yelled with astonishment. "Guess he's just had too much to drink." I thought. "How strong was that champagne? My parents drink a fair amount and they've never passed out like that." Something wasn't adding up. I decided it was time to go to sleep anyway. It was 10:00. I moved Jordan as best I could to his bedroom. I wasn't the strongest so it took a while. After I finally got him settled in his bed, I went into the bathroom to get a shower and change clothes. Once I was ready for bed, I went back to Jordan's room. I nudged him. "Jordan? Where do I need to sleep?" He replied with a sleepy moan then said, "Just... here." I was taken aback by that. Sleep in the same room? With a guy!? Of course I would enjoy it, even though I couldn't do anything with him. Not with Jordan. "He probably isn't even gay" I thought glumly. "Are you sure?" I asked Jordan again. He responded with snoring. "I'll take that as a yes." I said. I crawled into the bed and turned the lamp off. I sat in the dark. Alone. In a bed. With Jordan Maron. My dick throbbed inside my pants as dirty thoughts entered my head. I looked at Jordan and smiled. I really wanted to kiss him. I hesitated, but moved forward slowly. I ran my hand through his soft, black hair and kissed his forehead. I swore I saw him smile again. I disreguarded it and went to sleep.
*Late that night*
I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at the electronic clock to my right that emitted a small, orange glow. I looked over to where Jordan was sleeping, but he wasn't there. Just then, Jordan came back into the room, with only his boxers on. I felt the blood rush to my dick again. I blushed then pretended to be asleep. Jordan got back into the bed. "I know your awake Logan." he said huskily. I forced a fake, nervous chuckle out of my mouth, hoping he wouldn't get any closer. My fears came true. He got right in my face. "I have a confession..." he said slyly. "I was never really drunk, that was just water. I was acting, just to see what you would do." I felt a bit hurt, then extremly embarrassed. He knew I kissed him them. He smiled with lust in his eyes. His warm body so close to mine. He then pressed chest against mine. Then his hips on mine. My buldge grew even larger. He smiled again, this time, his expression was hungry. "What's wrong Logan? Why are you blushing?" My face was probably lighting up the whole room it was so red. "I already know Logan." He whispered in my ear. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He smiled again, then his lips touched mine. I let out a slight moan. "You enjoy that?" he asked huskily. "C... Could we... um...", I stammered to find the right words, but before I could finish, Jordan kissed me roughly. His tongue begged for entry into my mouth. I opened without hesitation. Our tongues danced together for ten minutes, we both gasped for breath every so often. "Yes, we can", Jordan said, answering my question finally. He got up and turned his lamp on. He raided his night stand for a bottle of lube, then slid his boxers off slowly in front of me. My eyes buldged at the size of his dick. He merely smirked at this, then climbed back into bed and pulled me up to his chest. He undressed me until I was fully nude, along with him. He grinded against me slowly. I let a moan slip out of my mouth. He smiled and pushed my head down to his crotch. There, his semi hard, 10 inch cock hung between his legs. I licked it up and down, causing him to moan with pleasure. I began to suck his large, sweet dick. Jordan cocked his head back and let out a loud moan. "F..fuck." Jordan said. He moaned again, this time so loud I thought you could hear it outside. "I'm... gonna cum." He moaned louder. I took his dick out of my mouth and jacked him off until he cummed all over my chest and face. I licked it all and enjoyed every second of it. Jordan layed back, panting heavily. Just as I laid back, Jordan gripped me with brute force and flipped me over. "Oh, no." he scoffed. "We're just getting started." I never knew Jordan had this kind of side to him. I loved it though. I never wanted to leave his house. He rubbed the lube all over his dick and my ass. "Wait." I said. "I'm, kinda a virgin." "Oh, ok." Jordan said as he licked my back and attacked my neck with soft kisses. "I'll be careful not to hurt you." he told me with a slight bit of sympathy in his voice. He rubbed his dick on my ass and kissed each cheek individually. "You ready?" he asked me. I was a bit unsure, but eventually I agreed. He smiled and rubbed lube on his enlongated dick and fingers once more. He first slid one finger into my ass. He thrust it in and out, causing me to wince in pain. Feeling around, he found my sweet spot and smirked when I moaned. "Feel good, huh?" He asked. He slid in a second digit, then a third, slowly opening me up. "Get ready, you'll enjoy this part." he said with a smirk. "I'm going to push on your prostate." He said. "Let's see if I can't make you scream just from this." He pushed hard on the bump in my ass, causing my to scream like a school girl. Jordan laughed at this and kept going, occasionally scratching it after he pushed it. He pulled his fingers out and attacked my neck once more with kisses. "Are you ready?" He asked me. I nodded furiously. "How bad could it be?" I thought to myself. He slowly slid his dick into my ass. I screamed with pain. It felt like I was being ripped apart from the anus. I never imagined it would be so painful. Before I could let out another yelp of pain, Jordan kissed me vigorously, muffling my cries. Eventually, the pain subsided, leaving nothing but the feeling of pleasure. I moaned softly. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked as he slowly went in and out of my anus. I moaned again in agreement. "Faster!" I panted. Jordan obeyed. He gradually got faster and faster until the sound of his balls slapping against my ass was louder than his panting. Jordan found my sweet spot again and pounded as fast and as hard as he could. I let out a deafening moan. "J.. Jordan! I'm gonna cum.." I began panting heavily and Jordan went even harder, if that were possible. I was right. I cummed all over the bed. Soon, Jordan filled my ass with his warm sperm. Exhausted, we both crashed back on the bed. "Sorry about the sheets." I panted. "Eh, don't worry about it." he said through heavy breathing. Eventually, our breathing slowed and Jordan brought me close to him. "I love you." he whispered in my ear. "I love you too." I whispered back. And with that, we fell asleep, tight in embrace. This was the best day I had ever had.
Hey! I hope you guys enjoyed it! Sorry if the writing was a bit awkward. Like I said, I'm new to writing things. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please leave new ideas on what the next chapter should be! I'm not sure how to continue. Also leave a comment on what kind of pair you want next! Please no hateful comments! I do support constructive criticism, but not flames! Hope you guys enjoyed! ^_^