Stormy Weather
Chapter Four: Caught
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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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At seven o'clock sharp, Pete arrived in Clark's Fortress of Solitude. "Hey, Clark, ready?"
"Yeah," Clark said. They got to work on the project, and they were working well, too, until Pete dropped his pen. As he bent over to pick it up, he accidentally rubbed up against Clark. Clark was instantly hard, but luckily, his pants were pretty baggy.
When they had finally got everything done, in amazing time for procrastinators, Pete announced that he was leaving. Clark followed him to his car, and once his friend had left, he went back to his loft. Once he got there, he spotted Pete's notebook. He decided to bring it back right away. He drove the distance.
Pete's parents were leaving as he was arriving. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Ross, is Pete here?" Clark asked.
"Yes, he just went up to his room. Go on in," Mr. Ross said. They left, and Clark went in. He quietly walked up the stairs to Pete's bedroom. He heard what sounded like moans coming from behind the closed door. He carefully moved his ear closer to the door, and was surprised to recognize the moans in the wording of "Clark." Pete was moaning Clark's name.
Clark didn't feel like x-raying the door; instead, he pushed the door open. As he suspected, Pete was masturbating. Completely naked. Lying on his bed. Looking extremely hot. Clark blushed.
"Holy shit," Pete squeaked, jumping up.
"Don't get up," Clark said.
"Did you... hear me?" Pete asked, again his voice being tinny.
"Yes. And I'm... glad to have heard what I did," Clark said.
"What?" Pete asked. He almost seemed to have forgotten that he was lying naked in front of his best friend.
"I've been having these feelings lately. For you. I don't know where they came from, Pete, but I'm glad the came," he said. For some reason, he didn't feel awkward.
"Clark, I-" Pete started. But he was interrupted. But not by words. Clark was on top of him, kissing him. Pete felt something hard jutting into his stomach. It was coming from Clark.
"Clark!" Pete yelled, pulling away.
"What?" Clark asked. The severity of what he had just done seemed to have just hit him, as he was looking very uncomfortable and embarrassed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Pete asked. Clark didn't answer. "I mean, for crying out loud man, we're both guys."
"You already know that I heard you, Pete. You were jacking off to the thought of me," Clark said, still embarrassed. "You were getting off to the visualization of your best friend. That's gotta say something."
Now it was Pete's turn to be at a loss of words. He sat down on his bed. He was still naked. Clark sat down, too. "Nobody has to know," Clark added.
Pete looked up at Clark. He still looked as if he was skeptical, but he reached up and removed Clark's shirt. Soon, his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers were off, too. Taking the lead, Pete bent over onto Clark and returned the previous kiss. This time, though, tongue was added. Clark lowered his hands towards Pete's member, squeezing it.
"Oh, Clark, man. That feels good," Pete moaned into his mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, he was enjoying this. He broke the kiss, moving his lips down to Clark's chest. He kissed Clark's right nipple, licking over the surface, slightly sucking.
"We shouldn't go any further than kissing," Clark said. "At least... not yet."
"Yeah," Pete moaned. "Touching and kissing for now. That's good."
"When will your parents be back?" Clark asked, not wanting to get caught.
"They went to some party. They won't be back until like two in the morning," Pete informed him.
"Good," Clark said simply. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of Pete's mouth on his body. "Kiss me."
Pete obliged. He pulled Clark under the covers of the bed. They kissed passionately and felt each other. Clark, who was still gripping Pete, commented on his size. "You're big, Pete," he said.
"Yeah?" Pete asked.
"Yeah. I guess it's true, what they say," Clark said.
"About black guys?" Pete asked.
"Being bigger? Yeah," Clark added.
"You're not so bad yourself, buddy," Pete said. Pete was only about half an inch longer and a little bit wider than Clark.
"Thanks," Clark laughed. "Oh no."
"What?" Pete asked, pulling away, once again.
"What if somebody finds out?" Clark asked.
"Nobody will."
"I hope not."
Clark and Pete made out, naked, for another two hours. They were amazed at how long they could kiss each other in one period of time. Clark decided to leave, and they'd see each other on the next day at school. But, what they didn't know, is by Friday, somebody would find out.
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I promise that they'll get even more active in the next chapter! Also, something happens with the person who finds out. 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 Four: Caught
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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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At seven o'clock sharp, Pete arrived in Clark's Fortress of Solitude. "Hey, Clark, ready?"
"Yeah," Clark said. They got to work on the project, and they were working well, too, until Pete dropped his pen. As he bent over to pick it up, he accidentally rubbed up against Clark. Clark was instantly hard, but luckily, his pants were pretty baggy.
When they had finally got everything done, in amazing time for procrastinators, Pete announced that he was leaving. Clark followed him to his car, and once his friend had left, he went back to his loft. Once he got there, he spotted Pete's notebook. He decided to bring it back right away. He drove the distance.
Pete's parents were leaving as he was arriving. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Ross, is Pete here?" Clark asked.
"Yes, he just went up to his room. Go on in," Mr. Ross said. They left, and Clark went in. He quietly walked up the stairs to Pete's bedroom. He heard what sounded like moans coming from behind the closed door. He carefully moved his ear closer to the door, and was surprised to recognize the moans in the wording of "Clark." Pete was moaning Clark's name.
Clark didn't feel like x-raying the door; instead, he pushed the door open. As he suspected, Pete was masturbating. Completely naked. Lying on his bed. Looking extremely hot. Clark blushed.
"Holy shit," Pete squeaked, jumping up.
"Don't get up," Clark said.
"Did you... hear me?" Pete asked, again his voice being tinny.
"Yes. And I'm... glad to have heard what I did," Clark said.
"What?" Pete asked. He almost seemed to have forgotten that he was lying naked in front of his best friend.
"I've been having these feelings lately. For you. I don't know where they came from, Pete, but I'm glad the came," he said. For some reason, he didn't feel awkward.
"Clark, I-" Pete started. But he was interrupted. But not by words. Clark was on top of him, kissing him. Pete felt something hard jutting into his stomach. It was coming from Clark.
"Clark!" Pete yelled, pulling away.
"What?" Clark asked. The severity of what he had just done seemed to have just hit him, as he was looking very uncomfortable and embarrassed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Pete asked. Clark didn't answer. "I mean, for crying out loud man, we're both guys."
"You already know that I heard you, Pete. You were jacking off to the thought of me," Clark said, still embarrassed. "You were getting off to the visualization of your best friend. That's gotta say something."
Now it was Pete's turn to be at a loss of words. He sat down on his bed. He was still naked. Clark sat down, too. "Nobody has to know," Clark added.
Pete looked up at Clark. He still looked as if he was skeptical, but he reached up and removed Clark's shirt. Soon, his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers were off, too. Taking the lead, Pete bent over onto Clark and returned the previous kiss. This time, though, tongue was added. Clark lowered his hands towards Pete's member, squeezing it.
"Oh, Clark, man. That feels good," Pete moaned into his mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, he was enjoying this. He broke the kiss, moving his lips down to Clark's chest. He kissed Clark's right nipple, licking over the surface, slightly sucking.
"We shouldn't go any further than kissing," Clark said. "At least... not yet."
"Yeah," Pete moaned. "Touching and kissing for now. That's good."
"When will your parents be back?" Clark asked, not wanting to get caught.
"They went to some party. They won't be back until like two in the morning," Pete informed him.
"Good," Clark said simply. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of Pete's mouth on his body. "Kiss me."
Pete obliged. He pulled Clark under the covers of the bed. They kissed passionately and felt each other. Clark, who was still gripping Pete, commented on his size. "You're big, Pete," he said.
"Yeah?" Pete asked.
"Yeah. I guess it's true, what they say," Clark said.
"About black guys?" Pete asked.
"Being bigger? Yeah," Clark added.
"You're not so bad yourself, buddy," Pete said. Pete was only about half an inch longer and a little bit wider than Clark.
"Thanks," Clark laughed. "Oh no."
"What?" Pete asked, pulling away, once again.
"What if somebody finds out?" Clark asked.
"Nobody will."
"I hope not."
Clark and Pete made out, naked, for another two hours. They were amazed at how long they could kiss each other in one period of time. Clark decided to leave, and they'd see each other on the next day at school. But, what they didn't know, is by Friday, somebody would find out.
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I promise that they'll get even more active in the next chapter! Also, something happens with the person who finds out. 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.