Friday after the business party, I walk into school with Michael and that's when I see him. Long black hair cut into a fringe. Big, doe eyes that could make anyone melt. Kinda short and slightly tan with tattoos decorating his arms and chest. I'm so caught up in checking him out that I don't realise I'm burning a hole into the kids forehead.
"Can I help you?" He asks, giving me a confused look.
"If by help you mean suck my dïck, then yea." I smirk, placing a hand on the locker as I lean into him.
"You don't even know my name."
"Well then what is it sweet cheeks?"
"Kellin. You are?"
"Calum. Hey, there's a frat party tonight. You should come." I suggest. Kellin shrugs and nods before scooting from under me as the bell rings. I wink at him as he walks off and I walk to study hall. …show more content…
I shut the door and sit down beside him, pulling out the bag that I keep my weed in at home.
"You're really about to light up in the library?" Michael laughs.
"Yep," I say, bringing the lighter flame to the end of my joint, "Want some?" Michael thinks this over for a moment before taking a puff and blowing the smoke into the air. He looks so fucking good when he smokes. The way his eyes close gently and his lips pucker ever so slightly. His shoulders fall as he tosses his head back, looking the most relaxed he's ever been.
"So who were you talking to earlier?" Michael asks.
"This kid named Kellin. Pretty hot wasn't he?" Michael nods, taking another puff off the joint. Nothing more is said on the subject as we finish off smoking, leaving us in a room of fog. Just then Michael comes over to me and sits on my lap before attaching his lips lustfully to mine. My hands trail under his shirt, feeling the coolness of his pale skin against my warm hands. As I do this, Michael moves his hips against mine causing me to moan into his
"Can I help you?" He asks, giving me a confused look.
"If by help you mean suck my dïck, then yea." I smirk, placing a hand on the locker as I lean into him.
"You don't even know my name."
"Well then what is it sweet cheeks?"
"Kellin. You are?"
"Calum. Hey, there's a frat party tonight. You should come." I suggest. Kellin shrugs and nods before scooting from under me as the bell rings. I wink at him as he walks off and I walk to study hall. …show more content…
I shut the door and sit down beside him, pulling out the bag that I keep my weed in at home.
"You're really about to light up in the library?" Michael laughs.
"Yep," I say, bringing the lighter flame to the end of my joint, "Want some?" Michael thinks this over for a moment before taking a puff and blowing the smoke into the air. He looks so fucking good when he smokes. The way his eyes close gently and his lips pucker ever so slightly. His shoulders fall as he tosses his head back, looking the most relaxed he's ever been.
"So who were you talking to earlier?" Michael asks.
"This kid named Kellin. Pretty hot wasn't he?" Michael nods, taking another puff off the joint. Nothing more is said on the subject as we finish off smoking, leaving us in a room of fog. Just then Michael comes over to me and sits on my lap before attaching his lips lustfully to mine. My hands trail under his shirt, feeling the coolness of his pale skin against my warm hands. As I do this, Michael moves his hips against mine causing me to moan into his