Stormy Weather
Chapter Six: Action
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Chloe, Clark, and Pete whipped around towards the source of the voice. It was Chloe's radio. "What just happened?" Clark asked.
"I had the alarm set," Chloe said.
"Why?" Pete asked.
"I was going to do my homework when that went off, but this is much more interesting," she smirked, turning off the radio, which was playing some sort of audio book-type thing. "Now, as you were..."
"Chloe, what if Clark has AIDS?" Pete asked.
"Hey!" Clark defended.
"Fine, fine. You think of something, then," she said.
"How about you let us go home?" Pete suggested.
"Fat chance. Ooh! Idea! I'll be right back!" Chloe said, grabbing her jacket from a hook on her wall. "If you're not here when I get back, I'll send that e-mail." With that, Chloe left. They watched her, through the window, jogging down the sidewalk. It looked like she was going to the corner store.
"Bust her computer with your eyes," Pete said.
"I'm not about to commit arson. I've already been accused of that once," Clark said.
"Well, x-ray the place and see if you can find the disk, and I'll delete the e-mail," Pete said. He walked over to the computer, his member bouncing as he walked.
"She's bound to have a copy with her," Clark pointed out. Pete sighed and returned to the bed.
"Being together is a lot of trouble, man. We can rarely be passionate, except for when we're alone, and we can't do anything together. Now Chloe's blackmailing us. She's probably going to get condoms so we have to have sex. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather do that with a girl before you. No offence."
"None taken," Clark replied. "But think on the bright side. Maybe she's just getting whipped cream or something."
"That's not the bright side. It's an improvement, but I'd rather lick whipped cream off of your body when Chloe's not around," Pete grumbled. Clark surprised Pete by kissing him.
"Maybe if we're doing something when Chloe gets back, she'll be easier on us," Clark said after pulling away.
"Such as?"
"Well, she did mention blowjobs..." Clark said, almost slyly.
"Only if you do me first, buddy," Pete said.
"My pleasure. No pun intended," Clark said. "Lets wait until she gets back." Soon after, they saw Chloe's blonde hair bouncing as she jogged back, a small, brown paper bag in her hand. They waited until they heard the front door open and close. "Ready?" Clark asked, looking at his friend.
"Yeah," Pete replied. Clark went down on the black boy. He pulled the whole thing in his mouth and sucked, moving his face up and down. He liked the feel of Pete's pubic hair tickling his nose. "Ohhhhh, Clark! That feels so good, baby, come on, suck it!" That would make Chloe happy.
"What-" she started as she opened the door. "Oh! Feeling a little frisky, are we?" she asked. They ignored her. Even though they were just doing this to make her happy, they couldn't help but enjoy it anyway. "Wow, Clark, you've really got that thing in there!"
Clark came off from Pete. He licked it as he came up. "Chloe, what'd you buy?"
"Some condoms, but we can forget those. You're doing good on your own," she said.
"Do you have any whipped cream?" Clark asked.
Chloe's eyes twinkled. "I think so. Let me go check," she said, hurrying down the stairs.
"What do you need whipped cream for?" Pete asked, sitting up.
"You'll see," Clark said. As fast as she was going, Chloe appeared with a bottle in her hand.
"Use as much as you want," she said, handing it to Clark. He thanked her and removed the cap. He shook the bottle and lowered it towards Pete. He squirted it all over his balls, and as an afterthought, covered his penis, too. He dropped the bottle and went back down. He began to lick the foamy whiteness from Pete's "twins."
"Claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark," Pete moaned softly, grabbing Clark's unruly black hair. He pulled slightly, causing Clark to get closer. "Mmm."
Clark grinned and moved back to where he had originally been. He put the whole length in his mouth and sucked the entire amount of cream from Pete. Chloe's eyes practically bulged from her head.
Pete sat up once more. He licked a spot of whipped cream from the corner of Clark's mouth. This caused them to fall into another kiss. They didn't even care anymore that Chloe was in the room. Clark wrapped his legs around Pete's waist, anything to get closer. Pete moved his mouth down to Clark's neck, nuzzling the warm skin with that of his lips, pushing into it.
Moving back up again, Pete broke the gap between their lips. Clark put his hands to the back of Pete's head, minimally moving them around on the fuzzy surface. "Clark, want to put those condoms to use?" Pete moaned softly into Clark's mouth.
"Let's," Clark obliged. Happily, Chloe tossed him the box. He tore it open and struggled with the individual wrapper of the condom itself. He was trying to do all of this without breaking his kiss from Pete.
Pete couldn't handle it anymore, so he pulled away, took the package, ripped it open, and rolled the condom on. "You better have bought some-" he said to Chloe, but she interrupted.
"Already ahead of you," she said, handing him an open bottle of lube that she had also removed from the paper bag. He took it, squeezing some onto his fingers. He rubbed it mainly between Clark's cheeks, but added a minor amount to the tip of his condom as well.
"Ready, Clark?" he asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he was ready himself. But when Clark replied in the affirmative, he put himself towards Clark's entrance, and softly pushed himself in. Even with the lube, he found it difficult.
"Don't go slow..." Clark complained, a twinge of whimpering heard in his voice. With that said, Pete shoved himself in hard and fast. Clark half moaned, half screamed. Pete rubbed his back in apology. "It's okay Pete, just get on with it."
Pete started humping Clark, though the job was tough, and soon fell into a steady rhythm. In, out, in, out... the feeling was incredible. He had to admit, he preferred the blowjob, but this had its plusses. Before long, he felt himself cumming. He couldn't even hold it in. He just burst in Clark. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned. It felt so good to get off that he couldn't hold back the large moan that was held up inside of him. He didn't even bother pulling his still half-erect self out of Clark, but let himself fall onto the other boy.
"Pete, that was incredible," Clark said.
"Wow, boy, wow. That was incredible, you are right Clark. But Pete, I think that you need to get outta there now. Pete obliged, pulling his now entirely limp dick out. He pulled off the cum-filled condom and handed it to Chloe. She hurriedly dropped it into her trashcan with a disgusted look. "I've got a surprise for you," she said.
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What's Chloe's surprise? More to come soon. I have a request of anyone reading this; I'd like to read some Clete (Clark/Pete) stories, but there doesn't seem to be any on here except for this one. If you'd like, I appreciate it if someone would write one on here and let me know, or at least reply with a place where there are Clete stories listed.
Chapter Six: Action
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Chloe, Clark, and Pete whipped around towards the source of the voice. It was Chloe's radio. "What just happened?" Clark asked.
"I had the alarm set," Chloe said.
"Why?" Pete asked.
"I was going to do my homework when that went off, but this is much more interesting," she smirked, turning off the radio, which was playing some sort of audio book-type thing. "Now, as you were..."
"Chloe, what if Clark has AIDS?" Pete asked.
"Hey!" Clark defended.
"Fine, fine. You think of something, then," she said.
"How about you let us go home?" Pete suggested.
"Fat chance. Ooh! Idea! I'll be right back!" Chloe said, grabbing her jacket from a hook on her wall. "If you're not here when I get back, I'll send that e-mail." With that, Chloe left. They watched her, through the window, jogging down the sidewalk. It looked like she was going to the corner store.
"Bust her computer with your eyes," Pete said.
"I'm not about to commit arson. I've already been accused of that once," Clark said.
"Well, x-ray the place and see if you can find the disk, and I'll delete the e-mail," Pete said. He walked over to the computer, his member bouncing as he walked.
"She's bound to have a copy with her," Clark pointed out. Pete sighed and returned to the bed.
"Being together is a lot of trouble, man. We can rarely be passionate, except for when we're alone, and we can't do anything together. Now Chloe's blackmailing us. She's probably going to get condoms so we have to have sex. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather do that with a girl before you. No offence."
"None taken," Clark replied. "But think on the bright side. Maybe she's just getting whipped cream or something."
"That's not the bright side. It's an improvement, but I'd rather lick whipped cream off of your body when Chloe's not around," Pete grumbled. Clark surprised Pete by kissing him.
"Maybe if we're doing something when Chloe gets back, she'll be easier on us," Clark said after pulling away.
"Such as?"
"Well, she did mention blowjobs..." Clark said, almost slyly.
"Only if you do me first, buddy," Pete said.
"My pleasure. No pun intended," Clark said. "Lets wait until she gets back." Soon after, they saw Chloe's blonde hair bouncing as she jogged back, a small, brown paper bag in her hand. They waited until they heard the front door open and close. "Ready?" Clark asked, looking at his friend.
"Yeah," Pete replied. Clark went down on the black boy. He pulled the whole thing in his mouth and sucked, moving his face up and down. He liked the feel of Pete's pubic hair tickling his nose. "Ohhhhh, Clark! That feels so good, baby, come on, suck it!" That would make Chloe happy.
"What-" she started as she opened the door. "Oh! Feeling a little frisky, are we?" she asked. They ignored her. Even though they were just doing this to make her happy, they couldn't help but enjoy it anyway. "Wow, Clark, you've really got that thing in there!"
Clark came off from Pete. He licked it as he came up. "Chloe, what'd you buy?"
"Some condoms, but we can forget those. You're doing good on your own," she said.
"Do you have any whipped cream?" Clark asked.
Chloe's eyes twinkled. "I think so. Let me go check," she said, hurrying down the stairs.
"What do you need whipped cream for?" Pete asked, sitting up.
"You'll see," Clark said. As fast as she was going, Chloe appeared with a bottle in her hand.
"Use as much as you want," she said, handing it to Clark. He thanked her and removed the cap. He shook the bottle and lowered it towards Pete. He squirted it all over his balls, and as an afterthought, covered his penis, too. He dropped the bottle and went back down. He began to lick the foamy whiteness from Pete's "twins."
"Claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark," Pete moaned softly, grabbing Clark's unruly black hair. He pulled slightly, causing Clark to get closer. "Mmm."
Clark grinned and moved back to where he had originally been. He put the whole length in his mouth and sucked the entire amount of cream from Pete. Chloe's eyes practically bulged from her head.
Pete sat up once more. He licked a spot of whipped cream from the corner of Clark's mouth. This caused them to fall into another kiss. They didn't even care anymore that Chloe was in the room. Clark wrapped his legs around Pete's waist, anything to get closer. Pete moved his mouth down to Clark's neck, nuzzling the warm skin with that of his lips, pushing into it.
Moving back up again, Pete broke the gap between their lips. Clark put his hands to the back of Pete's head, minimally moving them around on the fuzzy surface. "Clark, want to put those condoms to use?" Pete moaned softly into Clark's mouth.
"Let's," Clark obliged. Happily, Chloe tossed him the box. He tore it open and struggled with the individual wrapper of the condom itself. He was trying to do all of this without breaking his kiss from Pete.
Pete couldn't handle it anymore, so he pulled away, took the package, ripped it open, and rolled the condom on. "You better have bought some-" he said to Chloe, but she interrupted.
"Already ahead of you," she said, handing him an open bottle of lube that she had also removed from the paper bag. He took it, squeezing some onto his fingers. He rubbed it mainly between Clark's cheeks, but added a minor amount to the tip of his condom as well.
"Ready, Clark?" he asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he was ready himself. But when Clark replied in the affirmative, he put himself towards Clark's entrance, and softly pushed himself in. Even with the lube, he found it difficult.
"Don't go slow..." Clark complained, a twinge of whimpering heard in his voice. With that said, Pete shoved himself in hard and fast. Clark half moaned, half screamed. Pete rubbed his back in apology. "It's okay Pete, just get on with it."
Pete started humping Clark, though the job was tough, and soon fell into a steady rhythm. In, out, in, out... the feeling was incredible. He had to admit, he preferred the blowjob, but this had its plusses. Before long, he felt himself cumming. He couldn't even hold it in. He just burst in Clark. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned. It felt so good to get off that he couldn't hold back the large moan that was held up inside of him. He didn't even bother pulling his still half-erect self out of Clark, but let himself fall onto the other boy.
"Pete, that was incredible," Clark said.
"Wow, boy, wow. That was incredible, you are right Clark. But Pete, I think that you need to get outta there now. Pete obliged, pulling his now entirely limp dick out. He pulled off the cum-filled condom and handed it to Chloe. She hurriedly dropped it into her trashcan with a disgusted look. "I've got a surprise for you," she said.
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What's Chloe's surprise? More to come soon. I have a request of anyone reading this; I'd like to read some Clete (Clark/Pete) stories, but there doesn't seem to be any on here except for this one. If you'd like, I appreciate it if someone would write one on here and let me know, or at least reply with a place where there are Clete stories listed.