Triple Love - An Erick Chaplain story 1 - Sex Stories

Triple Love - An Erick Chaplain story 1

... one-eighty. "Erick Chaplain! Don't go over there." "Oh, I'm going. Those are supposed to be my lips that asswipe is kissing." I'm seething so hard right now I could spit fire. And I'd like to all over that boy in the neon pink tank top and floral shorts and daringly white flip-flops. The boy with hair so red it'd match the flames and eyes so green even I'm feeling the envy. The boy with whom I was once best friends with when he and I were just elementary kids in the bounce house, the one that kicked my ass to the curb once I came out of the closet. And look at him now with glitter faintly painted on his eyes and his lips pressed against MY boyfriend's lips. "I'm gonna knock Aaron's ass to the ground, Chels. And take back what is mine." "If Ralph wanted you," Chels says at my side, “then he wouldn't be with the flaming homo. Can we just go?" I laugh maniacally. "Oh, he's about to be flaming in more than one way." Chels grabs my arm and snatches me back and it's everything in me not to hit her. I'm tired of the tug-of-war game she's always playing with me. "Let me do what I have to do!" I snatch back, and then, coincidentally, flip the script when suddenly I slam hard into something. I'm sent back towards the ground on my ass, and when I look up I'm coated in the chocolate flood that is this new boy's gaze through thick, midnight black glasses sitting crookedly on his nose. Blonde tuffs of hair curl out from beneath a black beanie on his head. He has a few pale freckles on his ...

... cheeks, full pink lips that suddenly ask, "Are you okay?" while he flashes brilliant teeth. I shake my head and he's pulling me to my feet. "You totally ran into me but I'll take the fall if you want." He smiles and I feel like just like his chocolate eyes as I melt in his warmth. I shake my head again. "Yeah, that'll work. I mean, no. No! My fault! My...name's Erick. Who are you?" "Preston Willis," he says calmly and pulls my hand into his. "Nice to meet you, Erick." "Where'd you come from?" He's still shaking my hand and I pull it away shyly, look at my palm for a minute. He brushes his bangs out of his eyes. I notice his hands right away. They're sexy. I blush and take a step back, and Chels wraps an arm around my waist. "Don't be rude, babes," she says with a giggle. "You don't run this town." "He should," Preston says back and shoves his hands in his pocket. Another boy appears at his side. He's got dark skin and darker eyes and a crooked smile. But he's funny when he claps Preston on the back and declares, "My friend here is a raging homosexual. I'd like to apologize for him rudely knocking you to the ground but you are the prettiest white guy I've seen since Preston introduced himself to me and I can’t say I blame him." "You're gay, too?" Chels asks the black boy. Preston laughs so hard he nearly doubles over onto the ground. "Cedric? Gay? He wouldn't know how to treat a man if God came down and homosexualized him with all His might!" "Don't talk about God that way," ...