I suppose you're still wondering about what happens next, hm? That doesn't suprise me, since you did click the link to the story...Have you seen the man in the green t-shirt? If you do, tell him to stop reading at once. I hate the feeling of knowing that he's pleasuring himself while reading about graphic sex scenes between two cartoon characters from a show intended for children...Shall I finally proceed with the story? Yes, I think that'd be a good idea...
Double D simply did not know what to think. There he lay, on Nazz's living room floor, his pants open, cock sticking out, with Nazz thrusting herself onto it. The sad part was that he...was enjoying himself. He even had a laugh to himself when he realized that every boy in the culdesac's dream (well, except Jimmy, but that's another story) liked him to the extent of having sex with him with no regards for what could happen if anyone else found out.
But someone else had found out.
Outside a closed window in the kitchen, stood a shadowy figure that neither Nazz or Double D could see. Do you know who? Of course not, but you've probably got a good guess, so I might as well tell you that it was indeed Kevin. Yes, THE Kevin. Oh, what a perfect time he'd chosen to sneak into Nazz's backyard to ask her if she wanted to watch him throw rocks at the neighborhood cat. And now he was watching the girl of his dreams (wet dreams, that is (zing!)), rolling 'round on the floor naked with the dork he loved to hate. What do you suppose his immediate act was when he saw this? Ran. Ran home. Why? You'll soon find out.
Back inside, Double D's mind raced through thought after thought. "What if mother finds out?" to, "What a lucky man I truly am," and all sorts of rubbish I'd not like to get into. He was now leaning against the table, enjoying himself emensely as Nazz wrapped her mouth around his cock. It wasn't much later by the time the two were done. Nazz left to wash her face off while Double D dressed himself hastily and set off for home, worried he was late for dinner.
Double D decided it would be best to take a shortcut through an open gate that lead into a backyard strewn with broken and unused sporting aquipment.
"Good gracious, what a messy, messy lawn! Don't people care about the state of their yards anymore?" he said to himself as he reached the other end of the yard. He jumped up on to the fence, but just as he was about to leap over to the other side, a hand wrapped itself around his ankle and pulled him to the ground. Within seconds, Double D was unconsious; knocked out by a blow to the head.
Haha, once again I have left you in suspense! I do promise, however, that I will make up for not updating for such a long time. Has that one fellow (Tyjet, I think his name is) who reviewed chapter one found his pants yet? I do hope so...
