Street Lights - 3 - Sex Stories

Street Lights - 3

... did you come here tonight?" I ask about as calmly as possible while projecting my voice to the living room. "Are you a faggot?" he asks plainly. I step into the living room and lean on the door frame with a cup of ice. "You know what Carter, yeah. I am. I'm a raging fag," I retort. He looks a little lost for a second before getting up and pulling me back into the kitchen. He backs me up against the sink. "Just what the fuck are you doing?" I ask in a breathy voice. He smells so good. Carter leans in and begins sucking on my neck. It felt so great, but why the hell is he doing this? I sit there and let him continue to suck. After an half hour he lets up and smiles. "Tell anyone about that hickey and I'll beat your ass again," he says. "Carter, there's so many fucking bruises no one would ask," I say, annoyed. There's a moment of silence before I say something. "So, what the fuck. This is fucking weird. Carter, we used to be so awesome back when we were growing up and you stopped talking to me when you got to high school. I don't even know you anymore. You bully me, you talk shit, you think you're so cool but...” I trail off. He looks hurt when I trail off. I push him gently away from me and continue. “I guess it bothers you that I'm the only motherfucker at Century High that doesn't give a fuck about you. I miss being friends with you, but after today, ...

... you think you can just come over here and seduce me?” He perks up and mumbles, “I already ha--” - SLAP - I slap the taste out of his mouth. He rubs his cheek and peers at me. “No one told you to fucking speak,” I say in a slightly annoyed tone, “Now, where the hell was I? Oh yes. Look, I'm already dealing with a closet case, and I have my own shit to deal with. You coming over and giving me a hickey isn't okay. The shit you pulled today isn't okay. None of this is okay. Go back to your jock buddies and leave me alone.” Carter shakes his head. “Look, Link, I'm really sorry I interrupted your perfect little life. When you're ready for the real world, let me know. I like you and you can't even see it. I know you want me too, you just let me suck on your neck for 30 minutes... Oh, and for the record, I let you win today and that slap didn't even phase me. You really think you can overpower me?” He scoffs and turns to leave. I pull a steak knife from the sink and throw it, landing it in the wall right in front of him. By now I'm getting pissed again. He stops and stands still with his eyes wide open. I walk past him and calmly pull the knife out of the wall and hold the tip to his throat. “If you ever want to dance, Carter, let me know. It's too cold to go to any funerals this week”, I manage to spit through my teeth with every last ounce of venom I had left.