“Chase, are you, like, a fag?” I asked, okay, so I’m not exactly winning any awards for progressive thinking. Ok XXX But now that Chase stared open mouthed down at it, eyes wide, I wished the damn thing would just run away. I looked down at him, now spread eagle on the bed, a look of utmost satisfaction on his teenaged face. I pulled back, letting his legs fall to the bed. I practically crawled out of the truck and up to the house. He leaned down until his face was inches from mine and I found myself under the full weight of those eyes that held me captive. ==
Feedback is always appreciated, this is my second story posted and I’m setting it up for a sequel which I will write if there’s any interest
