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Post by Ehren Murray on Mar 10, 2010 3:39:13 GMT
Ehren walked into his dorm, throwing his bags down. First day at his new school and he already hated it. Every guy seemed to be taken, sleeping with some other guy. Well, Ehren never stuck to one guy. And if he did, the guy better be willing to give him what he wanted, day in and day out. Or Ehren was done.
He looked over at the boy in his room, a new boy too. He was still unpacking. Ehren thought he was hot as hell, his blonde hair turning him on even more.
This guy was going to be Ehrens. Whether he wanted to be or not. Ehren walked up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Heya. Im Ehren." He said, holding out his hand.
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Post by Lester 'Les' Nicholson on Mar 10, 2010 3:42:46 GMT
Lester turned around. A smile crept on his lips. The guy was cute, hed give him that. He took his hand gently, shaking it.
"Im Les." He said, looking the guy from head to toe. So this was his new roomie, was it? Well, he thought he could really get to like this boy. He was tall, handsome, and nice enough. Or so Les thought he was. He pulled his hand back, smiling up at the boy who was at least four or five inches taller than him.
"So. Where are you from?" He asked, turning back to his dresser. He pulled an item from the bag, folded it, then placed it in a drawer. Pulled an item out, folded it, then placed it in a drawer. Pulled an item out, folded it.....
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Post by Ehren Murray on Mar 10, 2010 3:48:21 GMT
Ehren smiled, watching the guy. He sure had a system going on, didnt he? Well, he was welcome to unpack Ehrens things, that was for sure. Ehren hated packing them. And unpacking them, he hated even more.
"Houston." He told him, sitting on the boys bed. He laid back, pulling his cigarettes from his pocket. Most people swatted them away, told him he was going to kill himself with the things. Well, if he would die one day. Thats how he figured it.
He pulled a match from his matchbook, striking it, then bringing it to the tip of the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, swinging his wrist this way and that until the match burned out. He looked over at the boy, pulling it from his lips and exhaling, watching the smoke curl from his lips.
"Where do you hail from, my prince?" He asked, smirking as he bent over to pick up another shirt.
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Post by Lester 'Les' Nicholson on Mar 10, 2010 3:53:58 GMT
Lester blushed a bit. Prince? That was an odd term.
"Im from California." He told him, wrinkling his nose at the smoke. He walked to the window, pushing it open. He cringed a bit at the crack of thunder. Had it been raining all week? It sure seemed like it.. And Lester didnt like it. He hated the rain. Especially the lightening.
He sat down in the desk chair. He watched as the smoke floated from the window. Didnt that guy know it would kill him? Oh well, it was his lungs. He watched as the guy walked to the window, throwing the butt out.
Then before he could bat an eyelash, he was thrown onto the bed. Lester gasped, trying to wiggle away as a knife was pressed to his throat.
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Post by Ehren Murray on Mar 10, 2010 3:59:13 GMT
Ehren smiled as the boy began to squirm, then immediatley stopped once the knife was pressed to his throat.
"Youre mine, you hear? I dont want you dating anyone else, looking at anyone else, kissing anyone else. Dont even so much as breathe in the direction of anyone else. Because I wont hesitate to kill you. Got that?" He whispered in his ear, his other hand finding its way up the boys shirt. The boys skin felt soft beneath his touch. He tossed the knife aside, climbing ontop of the boy. He pulled off his shirt, placing a kiss on his lips. He forced the boys mouth open with his tounge, smiling as he touched his.
"At least act like you like this.." He said, smiling as the boy wrapped his arms around his neck.
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Post by Lester 'Les' Nicholson on Mar 10, 2010 4:16:31 GMT
Lester wrapped his arms around the boys neck, obeying his orders. He didnt wanna die..
"O-okay.." He stammered, looking up at him. Would he really kill him if he didnt do what he said? He didnt look like it, but Lester wasnt about to take any chances. The boy could apparently be mean if he wanted to be.
"W-what are you doing..?" He asked as his pants were torn off. He tried to pull away, then was pinned down.
"S-stop!" He stammered.
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Post by Ehren Murray on Mar 10, 2010 4:21:48 GMT
Ehren smirked, tugging the guys pants off. He pulled down his boxers, stroking the boy with his hand until he grew hard. Then he pushed the boy all the way on the bed, slipping down between his legs to take his member in his mouth. He sucked the head gently, stroking the shaft with his hand. He heard the boy whimper, arching up his hips. Ehren couldnt tell whether he wanted him more or was trying to get him off. But he didnt care. He would do what he wanted to do.
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Post by Lester 'Les' Nicholson on Mar 10, 2010 4:56:47 GMT
Lester blushed, whimpering quietly. It felt so good.. But so wrong, at the same time. He didnt want to do this, not with a boy he didnt know. But he didnt have much of a choice, did he? It was love him or be killed. And Lester thought he could live with loving him. Maybe even actually love him one day..
"E-Ehren.." He moaned, arching his hips up. He wanted him to stop. But then he wanted him to keep going, to make him come for the first time in his life. Lester was innocent beyond belief. And this was all a mystery to him.
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