The Laxbro - Sex Stories

The Laxbro

... hours. There are kids and teachers and janitors all over. We need somewhere where we won’t be intruded on, because neither of us is into exhibitionism.” “Yeah, I see what you mean.” Riley’s chest was warm against Jesse’s face, like laundry fresh from the dryer. Riley released Jesse and pointed him towards the school’s Fourth Wall. “We’re gonna have to break through that,” he explained, “It’s our only choice.” “The Fourth Wall? Are you sure?” exclaimed Jesse, incredulous. Riley nodded, his chiseled chin bobbing. “I’m positive. See, I know Fagulous - I’m one of his few original characters. The guy’s a shit writer. He has no sense of patience. If he wants to write a gay sex scene instead of establishing characters and setting, he’ll do that. And he’ll use cliched and over-used narrative methods to do so.” Jesse’s eyes widened. “The bastard…” he breathed. Riley smirked. “Well, we can use this to our advantage. We break through that wall, and it’ll be all the sex we can take. Maybe even more. Sound good?” Jesse smiled broadly. “Sounds lovely, Riley. What do I have to do?” “You gotta give me a kiss.” “What?” asked Jesse. “I don’t see how that helps us break the Fourth Wall.” Riley chuckled softly, his laughter sweeter than birdsong. “It doesn’t. I just want you to kiss me.” Jesse put a hand to the top of Riley’s shoulder, stood on the tips of his toes, and planted a soft, delicate smooch on Riley’s lips. His face was as smooth as his hands, and it still smelled of the morning’s ...

... shaving cream. “Satisfied?” he asked as he pulled away, the taste of Riley’s mouth fresh on his lips. Riley nodded and gave another wink. “Mmm, temporarily,” he answered, “Now, follow me.” He hunched his shoulders, took a running start, and propelled his muscled bulk into the Fourth Wall at top speed. The man hit with a tremendous impact, punching a hole large enough to fit through. Bits of drywall and narrative cohesion fell from the shattered partition and clattered on the floor. White fluorescent light shone in from the other side. Jesse watched on, eyes wide as tea saucers, torn between surprise and arousal. Riley wiped plaster dust and paint flecks from his jacket, and motioned for Jesse follow him through the rend. “C’mon, man, this way,” he goaded. Jesse took Riley’s hand in his own, and the duo stepped through the ragged hole. Riley had to turn sideways and duck to fit his massive frame through the gap. “Whoa, what the hell?” asked Jesse, when he emerged on the other side. Riley and Jesse found themselves standing in the school’s locker room, each dressed in their gym uniform. Aside from a few stragglers still changing, the room was empty. Behind them, the hole in the Fourth Wall closed with a shloop sound. There was no turning back now. Riley gave a single, hearty laugh. “Goddamn! Fagulous is one lazy-ass writer. He couldn’t be asked to write anything about gym class, so he just sent us directly here. Jesus Christ, what a talentless hack,” he said, shaking his head. ...