The Nightmare is Back - Logan & Bryce (A New Series) - Sex Stories

The Nightmare is Back - Logan & Bryce (A New Series)

... a bit. “So, what’s up, buddy,” she asks. “Got any plans this weekend? If not, I got ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ on blu-ray. We could totally binge out on empty calories and watch it.” “That sounds great,” I say, smiling. “But, I have plans with Bryce tonight. Shhhhh.” I wink at her. Here’s the thing about Bryce, he hasn’t come out, yet. He’s seen the constant bullshit I have to go through, daily, and he doesn’t want to go through that hell. So, he plans on coming out shortly after graduation. Or, at least, that’s what he tells me. His parents don’t even know. They don’t suspect a thing. And why would they? He’s been active in basketball and baseball since middle school. He’s had the occasional girlfriend - before discovering his homosexuality. She winks back. She knows. I tell McKenzie everything and I know I can trust her. She would never out Bryce. She’s straight, obviously; but, she understands how hard it can be to be gay in a world that still doesn’t fully accept same-sex couples. She’s amazing. I hope she settles down with a good guy someday. She deserves only the best. “Oh, that’s fine,” she says. “You two be careful! Wrap those winkies, now!” “God, Kenzie,” I say, blushing. “Say it louder next time! I don’t think Captain Fuckstick of the football team heard you back there!” She makes an, “Oh, shit! Sorry” face and shrugs her shoulders. “Anyway,” I say. “So far, I’m free Saturday - if that invite is still good for then.” “It’s a date, sexy,” she says, nudging me in the ...

... shoulder. “Well, I’m gonna’ get to class. Tell Bryce 'hey' for me.” She winks at me and makes her way past me. You know what, perhaps I should try and embarrass her. I smack her on the ass as she passes me. She spins around, eyes wide, covering her mouth with her free hand. “Oh, Logan…” she says. “You’re so forward!” Again, she winks, smiles and turns around - making her way down the hall. Well, damn! That backfired. I check my phone, again - 7:52. “Shit…” I mutter under my breath. The first bell, that starts school, will be ringing in under ten minutes. Just then, Bryce rounds the corner. Breathing labored from running down the hall. Looking at him, you wouldn’t know he was gay. Short brown hair, brown eyes, wearing the typical straight guy apparel - a white American Eagle shirt, loosely fitted faded blue jeans with a hole on the right thigh and big hole on the left knee, and white and black Under Armor tennis shoes. He smiles when he spots me at his locker. I smile back. But, the smile disappears just a quickly as it appears on his face. His eyes open wide, as if to say, “Oh, shit!” Next thing I know, I’m being slammed up against his locker by one of the jocks. I think I mentioned his name earlier. Ya’ know… Captain Fuckstick? Yeah, that’s him! Here we go, again. It startles me, at first. But, once I realize it's him, I sigh. Well, it is Friday. Better to get the harassment out of the way before the weekend approaches. “Hey, faggot.” Captain Fuckstick, a.k.a. Josh Maxwell, ...