Author's Note:
-Again, I've moved Certain over from my crack drabble account because I'm actually putting a bit of effort into it now. You still shouldn't take it seriously, so I'm not... I'll continue for as long as there's interest.
-I've changed the rating from PG-13/T+ to R/M... due to crass language in this chapter, the adult themes of this story as a whole, and well, who knows how far this will go. ;ppp So please take notice of this before you continue reading.
-Please rereview. They're like cheesecake at the end of a crappy day.
Certain
chapter 3
Wally was certain something strange was going on. Even though he wasn't really certain what certain meant. But he was fairly certain that certain was like being really fucking sure. Maybe.
He wanted to ask Kuki what it meant, but part of what was strange was that he couldn't ask Kuki because she was what was strange to begin with.
She was no longer extraordinary beautiful or mysterious or unreachable. It suddenly seemed really stupid to think of her that way. After all, they'd been friends since childhood, and she'd never said anything to make him think they weren't the close friends that they should be. That they were.
In fact, it seemed really, really stupid that for the past couple years, he had felt embarrassed when she looked at him or the need to impress her. She was Kuki.
She was special and wonderful and a very good friend and it was becoming harder and harder to remember why he had been so uncomfortable around her to begin with.
These realizations had fallen into his head with raindrops of wisdom the moment he had allowed his eyes to close, and admitted that he liked the feeling of a strong knee between his thighs, pushing at his cock, rocking him to completion. He threw his head back, allowing the heat and pleasure to course through his body. The pressure that pooled at his groin hurt so good that Wally couldn't help but cry out nonsensically when it was released.
It felt good. Really good.
He opened his eyes and saw Nigel looking at him with a sated smirk
His mother had told him about making love. It was something you did with a woman to create a child. His father had told him about sex. It was something you did with the woman you love after you got married. As a freshman in high school, the older students had pulled him to the back of the bus and told him about fucking. It was something you did with a girl when they let you.
Wally had never done any of these. He had never made love, had sex, or fucked. As he clutched the porcelain toilet bowl, he wondered what had just happened with Nigel was called.
One thing he was certain of was that Kuki had never done anything to make him feel this good.
Author's Note:
eep. Sorry this took so long to get out. I finished this two weeks ago, so but my computer crashed and I lost the whole thing! I was so mad, I didn't even want to look at it. :laugh: I hope it turned out okay the second time around.
This was actually suppose to be longer, but when I got to this point, it felt like a good place to stop. Next chapter Wally will get in touch with his "gay side". Any suggestions for who should help him? >XD