Stormy Weather
Chapter Two: Feelings Develop
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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 stood up abruptly. He had a boner and he needed to get rid of it. He took another quick glimpse at Pete, to make sure he was still asleep. He was, so Clark rushed up to his room. Waiting there was the bucket on his bed. He poured out the contents - the ¾ of the bucket that was full - out the window. He then pulled his boxers off and threw them on the floor.
He clenched his member and started jacking off. He tried to hold back as long as he could, and managed to keep it in for a while before cumming on his hand. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand off, then tossed it in the trash and went over to his dresser to get a clean pair of boxers. He fished around in the top drawer until he found his white pair with black exclamation points on it. As he was pulling them on, he heard a little knock on his door. Before he could answer, the door swung open. Pete stood there, fully clothed in his previous day's attire. And Clark was completely naked, except for the boxers that were pulled up to about his knees.
For a second, Clark stood there in shock, as did Pete. But he quickly shook himself out of it and pulled them all the way back up. "Sorry," Pete said, embarrassed. He was about to leave, but Clark motioned him in.
"It's. okay, dude," Clark said, and went back to his dresser for more clothes. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a tight blue t-shirt and put them on. He also grabbed a rolled up pair of socks and situated them on his feet. "So, um," Clark started, still being a little embarrassed himself. "Are you going home now?"
"Uh, yeah. Me and Chloe were gonna hang out at the Talon at around noon today though, if you wanted to come," he replied.
"Sure, I'll be there," Clark said. Pete gave him a small grin and they went downstairs and to the front door. Pete exited and got into his car. Clark stood in the doorway and waved to his friend as he pulled out. Once Pete had left the yard, Clark shut the door and went back up to his room. He plunked himself down on the bed, bored. He couldn't think of anything to do to pass the time until noon. at least nothing he hadn't already done that day.
With a spur-of-the-moment thought, he remembered the picture album he had put together with a whole bunch of pictures from over the years. With nothing better to do, he searched his room for it, and finally found it under his bed, along with his last year's yearbook. He pulled them both out.
He opened the forest-green-colored album and studied the pictures on the first page. They were of him, Pete, Lana, and a couple other of his old friends on the first day of Kindergarten. In his favorite of them, it was with him and Pete both giving Lana bunny ears. He smiled. He didn't really remember that, but it was a cute picture. He flipped the page. This had a few random pictures: one of Pete and Chloe smiling big in the front of the school in eighth grade, one of his parents, a few of some of his other relatives, and a couple of himself and Lana in middle school. He flipped through a few more pages until he found some more recent pictures.
He found a page with some pictures taken just a few months ago. The first was of him, Lana, and Chloe sitting in math class before the bell rang. The next was of Lana and Whitney by Lana's locker. Clark frowned to see Whitney, but he moved on to the next picture. It was Lana and Chloe making faces at the camera. He smirked. The next three were of Pete and Chloe, Clark and Pete, and Pete and Lana.
He didn't really get a chance to look at the next page, which were pictures of he and Chloe from the dance last year, because the phone rang. He went into the hall and picked up the extension there. "Hello?"
"Hi, Clark? It's Mrs. Ross. Is Pete there?" she asked.
"He just left, about five minutes ago," Clark informed her.
"Okay sweetie, thank you," Mrs. Ross said. She hung up, and Clark followed suit. He went back to his room, but picked up the yearbook instead of the photo album. He opened to his grade's pictures. He looked for all the pictures of his friends. He spotted his on the first page, and Lana's on the second. He found Chloe's before Pete's, on the fifth page. He turned back a page to find Pete's. Pete was flashing his one of a kind smile.
His smile is so sexy, Clark thought. "What am I saying?" he said aloud. He slammed the yearbook shut. He placed both it and the album back under the bed and looked at his watch. It was only ten thirty. He still had an hour and a half before he was supposed to meet up with Pete and Chloe, so he decided to take a long, hot shower. He went into the bathroom and started the shower.
As he waited for the water to get warm, he realized that it had been years since he had a bath. So he put the plug in the drain and turned the faucet on instead of the showerhead. He stripped back out of his clean clothes and set them on the toilet. He leisurely sunk into the hot water. As he lay there, relaxed, his mind suddenly wandered back to Pete again. But this time, he was picturing Pete naked, and he didn't know why. But he knew something was going on, because he was getting hard from thinking it.
He didn't do anything about it. He just gripped himself, and realized that this was about the hardest he'd ever been. With his super speed, he rushed to his room, grabbed a ruler from his desk, and rushed back into the tub. He put the ruler against his still extremely hard hard-on and measured it. He was about eight inches, a half-inch bigger then how long he usually was when hard. He smiled, and let himself soak in the water.
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About half an hour later, he got out, and put his clothes back on. He brushed his teeth, put deodorant on, and even spritzed a little cologne onto his neck and chest. He went to his loft to do his homework until noon.
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At noon, Clark drove to the Talon. As he opened up, his heart leapt (which also surprised him), because Pete was the only one at their normal table.
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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 Two: Feelings Develop
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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 stood up abruptly. He had a boner and he needed to get rid of it. He took another quick glimpse at Pete, to make sure he was still asleep. He was, so Clark rushed up to his room. Waiting there was the bucket on his bed. He poured out the contents - the ¾ of the bucket that was full - out the window. He then pulled his boxers off and threw them on the floor.
He clenched his member and started jacking off. He tried to hold back as long as he could, and managed to keep it in for a while before cumming on his hand. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand off, then tossed it in the trash and went over to his dresser to get a clean pair of boxers. He fished around in the top drawer until he found his white pair with black exclamation points on it. As he was pulling them on, he heard a little knock on his door. Before he could answer, the door swung open. Pete stood there, fully clothed in his previous day's attire. And Clark was completely naked, except for the boxers that were pulled up to about his knees.
For a second, Clark stood there in shock, as did Pete. But he quickly shook himself out of it and pulled them all the way back up. "Sorry," Pete said, embarrassed. He was about to leave, but Clark motioned him in.
"It's. okay, dude," Clark said, and went back to his dresser for more clothes. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a tight blue t-shirt and put them on. He also grabbed a rolled up pair of socks and situated them on his feet. "So, um," Clark started, still being a little embarrassed himself. "Are you going home now?"
"Uh, yeah. Me and Chloe were gonna hang out at the Talon at around noon today though, if you wanted to come," he replied.
"Sure, I'll be there," Clark said. Pete gave him a small grin and they went downstairs and to the front door. Pete exited and got into his car. Clark stood in the doorway and waved to his friend as he pulled out. Once Pete had left the yard, Clark shut the door and went back up to his room. He plunked himself down on the bed, bored. He couldn't think of anything to do to pass the time until noon. at least nothing he hadn't already done that day.
With a spur-of-the-moment thought, he remembered the picture album he had put together with a whole bunch of pictures from over the years. With nothing better to do, he searched his room for it, and finally found it under his bed, along with his last year's yearbook. He pulled them both out.
He opened the forest-green-colored album and studied the pictures on the first page. They were of him, Pete, Lana, and a couple other of his old friends on the first day of Kindergarten. In his favorite of them, it was with him and Pete both giving Lana bunny ears. He smiled. He didn't really remember that, but it was a cute picture. He flipped the page. This had a few random pictures: one of Pete and Chloe smiling big in the front of the school in eighth grade, one of his parents, a few of some of his other relatives, and a couple of himself and Lana in middle school. He flipped through a few more pages until he found some more recent pictures.
He found a page with some pictures taken just a few months ago. The first was of him, Lana, and Chloe sitting in math class before the bell rang. The next was of Lana and Whitney by Lana's locker. Clark frowned to see Whitney, but he moved on to the next picture. It was Lana and Chloe making faces at the camera. He smirked. The next three were of Pete and Chloe, Clark and Pete, and Pete and Lana.
He didn't really get a chance to look at the next page, which were pictures of he and Chloe from the dance last year, because the phone rang. He went into the hall and picked up the extension there. "Hello?"
"Hi, Clark? It's Mrs. Ross. Is Pete there?" she asked.
"He just left, about five minutes ago," Clark informed her.
"Okay sweetie, thank you," Mrs. Ross said. She hung up, and Clark followed suit. He went back to his room, but picked up the yearbook instead of the photo album. He opened to his grade's pictures. He looked for all the pictures of his friends. He spotted his on the first page, and Lana's on the second. He found Chloe's before Pete's, on the fifth page. He turned back a page to find Pete's. Pete was flashing his one of a kind smile.
His smile is so sexy, Clark thought. "What am I saying?" he said aloud. He slammed the yearbook shut. He placed both it and the album back under the bed and looked at his watch. It was only ten thirty. He still had an hour and a half before he was supposed to meet up with Pete and Chloe, so he decided to take a long, hot shower. He went into the bathroom and started the shower.
As he waited for the water to get warm, he realized that it had been years since he had a bath. So he put the plug in the drain and turned the faucet on instead of the showerhead. He stripped back out of his clean clothes and set them on the toilet. He leisurely sunk into the hot water. As he lay there, relaxed, his mind suddenly wandered back to Pete again. But this time, he was picturing Pete naked, and he didn't know why. But he knew something was going on, because he was getting hard from thinking it.
He didn't do anything about it. He just gripped himself, and realized that this was about the hardest he'd ever been. With his super speed, he rushed to his room, grabbed a ruler from his desk, and rushed back into the tub. He put the ruler against his still extremely hard hard-on and measured it. He was about eight inches, a half-inch bigger then how long he usually was when hard. He smiled, and let himself soak in the water.
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About half an hour later, he got out, and put his clothes back on. He brushed his teeth, put deodorant on, and even spritzed a little cologne onto his neck and chest. He went to his loft to do his homework until noon.
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At noon, Clark drove to the Talon. As he opened up, his heart leapt (which also surprised him), because Pete was the only one at their normal table.
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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.