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Subject: Backdoor Slider – Chapter 9 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a love story between two 16-year old boys. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at ail. This is a rewrite. I have edited and added some chapters from the original posting. I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Backdoor Slider Chapter 9 I fake a horrifying look at David’s threat as he walks past me in the hall with self-satisfaction. Just as he turns his head away from me, I hook my big toe around his ankle and trip him. He’s so uncoordinated that he goes all the way down and lands on his face. I squat down over him and pin him to the ground Diyarbakır Escort with my forearm. He doesn’t even struggle because he knows there’s no way he can wiggle out of my hold. “All right, you little fuck. I’m pleased to hear that you have a hobby, but I think your direction is misguided. You need to find something to do that you enjoy and you’re good at. Stalking me and watching me become more and more awesome doesn’t seem like something that you’d enjoy too much.” I press down on his back with my forearm and squeeze some breath out of him. “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. Right now, I’m still on your side, dude… but don’t do anything to FUCKING PISS ME OFF.” I spray him with my spit on the side of his face with my last few words. “Do you understand?” He grunts. “What was that?” “YES!” He seethes. “Sleep tight, buddy,” I pinch his cheek and let him up. I don’t look back at him as I head into the bathroom. Diyarbakır Escort Bayan I hope that dissuaded him from his plan. I sure don’t need anyone poking into my business these days. I look at myself in the mirror. I’d better start a beauty ritual now that I’m going to be so close to someone. Hmmm…. First of all, I have to make sure I have no zits. Luke has never had a zit in his life, that lucky jerk. I need to be extra careful. I don’t usually have a problem if I scrub myself after workouts. Sweat will plug up my pores more than anything else… and I’m going to be doing a lot more sweating than normal. I have to make showers my priority. Plus, I just learned how fun a shower could be. I wash my face with scalding water. I look closely at myself again. Should I grow my hair out a little and try a Faux Hawk? Should I wear cologne? Should I go all-out pretty boy? Nah, I’ll stick with jock. It seems to work for me Escort Diyarbakır and it sure seems to work for Luke. I’ve never even liked cologne. I don’t want to smell like something fake. My favorite scent is the intoxicating combo of a hint of clean-smelling soap and… Luke. He doesn’t need cologne or anything else. I guess that’s why that smell drives me so crazy. I’m really going to have to keep my mouth fresh, too. I haven’t given it much thought, but what if I have a big hunk of food stuck in my teeth when we’re making out? That’s so gross! I should probably floss after every meal. Plus, I think I’ll go buy some of those mini toothbrushes with the bead of mouthwash in them and keep them in my car. Ok, enough obsessing… off to bed. I grab my phone to text Luke. Me: “U still awake?” Luke: “Yup. I fuckin miss u!” Me: “How long has it been since u last came?” Luke: “Bout 10 mins lol” Me: “What were u thinkin about when u came?” Luke: “U” Me: “What about me?” Luke: “This time… it was how good ur dick feels cumming in my mouth.” Me: “Wow.” Luke: “How bout u? U just jerk off?” Me: “No, but Im about 2.” Luke: “What are u gonna think about?” Me: “U jerkin off while thinkin about my dick cummin in ur mouth.” Luke: “LOL” Me: “Cya in the morning.
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