To Rebuild What Is Broken Part II

[mattbarradell]

[COLOR=black]Hopefully this will be a good follow up for part I![/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Part I - [/COLOR][COLOR=black]http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9104[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Travis got home around 4 that night and without a word headed to his room to think about what Mrs Griffiths had said.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]'He can't be gay, he's so.... I mean he's such a....' Travis couldn't think of a way to end that thought.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Even though Travis was only 16 and looked like any regular, shy teen he had a very healthy libido and his computer was filled with links to sites that have, shall we say broadened his horizons? Travis’s particular favourites were sites devoted to muscular young men, muscle growth and young guys with big dicks. He could often be found leaning back on his chair watching a young twink being fucked by some big dicked muscle stud fanaticising that he was that twink, being dominated and protected. This is all in his fantasies though, he knows that will never happen, in Travis’s mind his role will always be on the sidelines.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Sitting in front of his PC he starts to look on the college website to see what advice he can get on his project.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]- experimentation on plants using light and phospherescent chemical compounds[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]- experimentation on algae in an electronically controlled salt water environment[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]- experimentation on fruit fly larvae to induce growth and mutation using electrical and chemical alterations[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]- experimentation on cacti to induce flowering using electrical pulses in a controlled soil source[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Well that was an easy choice! It’s got to be option number 3!’ Travis thinks enthusiastically. Opening his science texts he starts to work on his ideas of how he can start this project, pausing only slightly when he realises that Nathan will need to help him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan got home around 8 that night walking in half way through his Dad’s rant at his neighbour for not putting his trashcans back.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘I fuckin’ well drove into those fuckin’ cans when I got home you old cunt!’ Nathan’s dad yelled at his elderly neighbour. Mrs Tweed, widowed not more than a month ago, rushed inside her house, locking her door crying.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan actually felt sorry for her, something that was happening less and less lately, but not for long.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]SMACK![/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan crumpled to the floor, holding back any noise that may have escaped and looked down at his hands, afraid to look up at his father.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘And you, what fuckin’ time do you call this you little faggot!’ His Dad shrieked at him before heading to the kitchen to get himself another beer, looking into the living room Nathan saw it was his fourth at least.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘I’m goin to my room Dad!’ Nathan called as he ran up the stairs. All that he received in return was a muffled grunt from behind a fridge door that could have meant anything from OK to Whatever. Nathan took it as the latter.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan’s family was poor, he came from a home that believed if you wanted something you stayed wanting until you got it for yourself. He had received many a sermon from his almighty Dad about how grateful he should be he clothes and feeds him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Looking at his poster of Jessica Alba he lays back on his bed, taking most of his clothes off, and starts to rub his crotch.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘God she’s beautiful… those tits… mmm…’ Nathan thinks to himself. Only the thoughts are false. Forced. Nothing more than what he thinks he should be thinking. For the past few years he has found himself thinking about his friends during these ‘private’ moments, not the girls at school, not the babes on TV his mates talk about wishing they could fuck. His best friend Chris was his favourite fantasy, even thought he wouldn’t admit under the most severe torture. Chris was tall and slim and even in his saggers he knew he had the tightest arse he’d ever seen, something he finally got to verify in gym a few weeks back. Slowly closing his eyes he starts to visualise Jessica under him, looking up at him sexily, wanting him inside her when the image starts to fade and Chris’s face starts to shine through clearly.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Creasing his face in disgust he tries his hardest to banish this errant thought as hard as he can but the more he tries the clearer the image becomes, he can see Chris naked now, his narrow chest, flat stomach, his pert round butt. He’s bending forward now and he can see himself moving forward his 5 inch hard cock in his hand walking towards him, with every step his body starting to increase in size, his cock feeling bigger and fuller in his hand, by the time he reaches Chris he feels huge, like every movement of his body is exuding power. Chris looks back at him smiling and winks ‘Go on Nathan, fuck me! Stick that enormous fat cock in my tight virgin ass, come on FUCK me!’ Just as he leans forward to fuck him it’s over! He opens his eyes in shock to find he’s come all over his stomach, some of it trickling onto his bed sheets. ‘Fuck!’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan decided a while ago he was going to fight this as hard as he could. It disgusted him. His father had told him many times about how it was the duty of every self respecting man to punish anyone who showed any gay tendencies, hopefully this treatment would make them see how evil they were and they would either change back to being straight or, even better in his Dad’s view, kill themselves.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Every time a Fag dies God breathes a sigh of relief Nathan, remember that son.’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]It was then that his Dad shouted him to come down, he had a visitor.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Travis had finished writing up his ideas into a format he and Nathan could follow, it’s only taken him a couple of hours and after he’d finished his dinner his Mum had given him permission to cycle to Nathan’s to drop off the paperwork so that he could follow it. It then took another 20 minutes for him to pluck up the courage to press the door bell.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘What the….’ Nathan’s dad shouted as he opened the door before stopping and looking at the young boy stood there with his bike and a backpack. ‘If you’re selling anything son you can fuck off right now!’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Err no sir… I’m not… I’ Travis stammered in fear.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Cutting him off, ‘Well spit it out son, come on I’ve got stuff to do.’ Travis thought that stuff might involve alcohol of some kind looking at the man’s face and from the strong odour of beer emanating from him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘I’m here to see… err… Nathan sir?’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘NATHAN! Some little kid to see you!’ Nathan’s Dad shouted walking back to his lazy boy in front of the telly leaving the door open. Travis nervously stepped in and waited.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan came down the stairs in a run reaching half way stopping in confusion and anger at the sight before him. ‘What the fuck you doin here faggot? And how the fuck did you know I lived here?’ He sneered quietly so his Dad wouldn’t hear him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘The project… I needed to drop off the work for you to look at… I’ve seen you get off here when the bus stops sometimes… when you’re on it I mean… I didn’t mean to…. Sorry I’ll go….’ Travis rushed before blushing and turning to leave.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan’s hand shot out and gripped his shoulder tightly making Travis squeal in surprise. ‘Shhhh! No, come on, upstairs.’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Travis out of nothing more than fear for what might happen if he didn’t closed the door and followed Nathan up to his room.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan, cleared a space for him to sit and beckoned him in. Travis thought it was the nicest gesture he had ever seen him use, he even looked relatively genuine that he wanted him there.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan sat on his bed staring at Travis with distrust and contempt. Curious as to why he would even bother including him in the project and not just doing the work himself he had invited Travis in to his inner sanctum. Without realising it he leant back on his hands, putting one in the pool of warm cum, cooling in the air. Afraid Travis would notice he shifted over and tried to cover him wiping his hand on the sheet.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Travis sat on the only other space in the room an old creaky chair with holes in the fabric, looking out of place he sat patiently waiting for more demanding questions from his not so cordial host.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Why do you need my help then? It’s not like I can do anything right on this anyway?’ Nathan said his tone stern, trailing off with a touch of self pity that Travis barely picked up on.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Well Mrs Griffiths told me we have to work on it together else our grades will both be affected… I mean not that you…. of course you… I mean to say that…’ Travis could feel himself falling into a social minefield the more he talked that he might not return from in one piece.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘I get it you need my help else you fail.’ That tiny spark of hope that it might be because of… well anything other than he HAD to disappeared and anger replaced it, hot and hungry for something or someone to vent upon.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Well, she didn’t put it like that but…. I guess that’s it yeah, but I mean… you might enjoy it… the project I chose to do is kinda cool actually.’ Travis turned to his bag to get his paperwork, convinced he could recover for his stumbling explanation if Nathan could see this as something interesting. Turning back he was face to face with Nathan’s chest.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan had jumped up and stood in front of him as his back had been turned. Looking down on him his nostrils flaring Nathan felt like ripping the little faggots head off. Travis meanwhile was transfixed by the chest in front of him. It was nothing special compared to the guys on the websites he frequents but still there was definition there under that white tee. He could clearly see the start of a shelf under where Nathan’s pecs would be, and below that tiny lumps, nothing more than rounded bumps. Taking in that clean smell he felt like he was floating. A musky yet sweet scent that seemed to be filling him. He could see the chest expand and contract, Nathan’s pecs rising and falling. If he was going to die at least the view wasn’t going to be unpleasant.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘You little faggot! You think I’m going to help you…’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan’s own version of his Dad’s sermon was cut off in mid flow by something unexpected… to both of them. Travis had rested his hand on his chest, he could feel the warmth through his thin white tee. Travis could feel Nathan’s heart through his hand, already beating quickly it started to race, making his hand tingle slightly. Looking up Travis whispered calmly and soothingly ‘It’s OK I know I upset you before I’m sorry, sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain.’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan confused by this turnaround looked into his eyes searching for some kind of sign of trickery or insincerity. Finding none he realised that he was getting turned on, his cock feeling suddenly uncomfortable in his low slung jeans. Stepping back he slowly he stares at Travis with confusion and turns away from him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Leave it on the desk and I’ll read it. I don’t promise anything.’[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Travis, trembling with a mix of fear and excitement takes the work out of his bag and places it neatly on the desk, before getting up and heading to the door. ‘See you tomorrow Nathan.’ And with that Travis left closing the door behind him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Nathan stayed stood there, shoulders slumped and head down with his eyes closed. A single tear trailing its way down his clean, smooth features.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Travis got on his bike, his heart racing before he even starts to peddle.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]‘Tomorrow.’ He thinks to himself with a slight smile.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]Let me know what you think?[/COLOR]
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[Excelsior]

You must continue this story at once!!!

[willsheej]

Agreed!

Though my brain is working frantic to think of ideas of what will happen I really like how you've still managed to keep us guessing what will come next.

I dearly hope this story remains as exciting and interesting as it has thus far.

[vlad]

this is a great story with lots of potential. Definitely need to see Nathan grow! People have been throwing the chav bully idea around for a while, so it's great that we're finally getting one.

[sexiscriptor]

as i said before: fucking BRILLIANT.
please, do continue! I wait with bated breath!!
~Chris

[Kymuscleboy]

I think it's a fantastic story! There's so much promise for some great muscle growth plus some wonderful character development. I'm very much looking forward to part 3!

[mattbarradell]

Wow! Thank you all so much for the kind words! I shall start on chapter 3 tonight for you!

Matt

[chocomus]

I hope Travis can repair him. This story seems so good I can't wait to read part 3

[ripped275]

What is the point of the black print on a dark gray background?

[arpeejay]

[And here it is *readable*...]

Hopefully this will be a good follow up for part I!

Part I - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9104

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Travis got home around 4 that night and without a word headed to his room to think about what Mrs Griffiths had said.

'He can't be gay, he's so.... I mean he's such a....' Travis couldn't think of a way to end that thought.

Even though Travis was only 16 and looked like any regular, shy teen he had a very healthy libido and his computer was filled with links to sites that have, shall we say broadened his horizons? Travis’s particular favourites were sites devoted to muscular young men, muscle growth and young guys with big dicks. He could often be found leaning back on his chair watching a young twink being fucked by some big dicked muscle stud fanaticising that he was that twink, being dominated and protected. This is all in his fantasies though, he knows that will never happen, in Travis’s mind his role will always be on the sidelines.

Sitting in front of his PC he starts to look on the college website to see what advice he can get on his project.

- experimentation on plants using light and phospherescent chemical compounds
- experimentation on algae in an electronically controlled salt water environment
- experimentation on fruit fly larvae to induce growth and mutation using electrical and chemical alterations
- experimentation on cacti to induce flowering using electrical pulses in a controlled soil source

‘Well that was an easy choice! It’s got to be option number 3!’ Travis thinks enthusiastically. Opening his science texts he starts to work on his ideas of how he can start this project, pausing only slightly when he realises that Nathan will need to help him.

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Nathan got home around 8 that night walking in half way through his Dad’s rant at his neighbour for not putting his trashcans back.

‘I fuckin’ well drove into those fuckin’ cans when I got home you old cunt!’ Nathan’s dad yelled at his elderly neighbour. Mrs Tweed, widowed not more than a month ago, rushed inside her house, locking her door crying.

Nathan actually felt sorry for her, something that was happening less and less lately, but not for long.

SMACK!

Nathan crumpled to the floor, holding back any noise that may have escaped and looked down at his hands, afraid to look up at his father.

‘And you, what fuckin’ time do you call this you little faggot!’ His Dad shrieked at him before heading to the kitchen to get himself another beer, looking into the living room Nathan saw it was his fourth at least.

‘I’m goin to my room Dad!’ Nathan called as he ran up the stairs. All that he received in return was a muffled grunt from behind a fridge door that could have meant anything from OK to Whatever. Nathan took it as the latter.

Nathan’s family was poor, he came from a home that believed if you wanted something you stayed wanting until you got it for yourself. He had received many a sermon from his almighty Dad about how grateful he should be he clothes and feeds him.

Looking at his poster of Jessica Alba he lays back on his bed, taking most of his clothes off, and starts to rub his crotch.

‘God she’s beautiful… those tits… mmm…’ Nathan thinks to himself. Only the thoughts are false. Forced. Nothing more than what he thinks he should be thinking. For the past few years he has found himself thinking about his friends during these ‘private’ moments, not the girls at school, not the babes on TV his mates talk about wishing they could fuck. His best friend Chris was his favourite fantasy, even thought he wouldn’t admit under the most severe torture. Chris was tall and slim and even in his saggers he knew he had the tightest arse he’d ever seen, something he finally got to verify in gym a few weeks back. Slowly closing his eyes he starts to visualise Jessica under him, looking up at him sexily, wanting him inside her when the image starts to fade and Chris’s face starts to shine through clearly.

Creasing his face in disgust he tries his hardest to banish this errant thought as hard as he can but the more he tries the clearer the image becomes, he can see Chris naked now, his narrow chest, flat stomach, his pert round butt. He’s bending forward now and he can see himself moving forward his 5 inch hard cock in his hand walking towards him, with every step his body starting to increase in size, his cock feeling bigger and fuller in his hand, by the time he reaches Chris he feels huge, like every movement of his body is exuding power. Chris looks back at him smiling and winks ‘Go on Nathan, fuck me! Stick that enormous fat cock in my tight virgin ass, come on FUCK me!’ Just as he leans forward to fuck him it’s over! He opens his eyes in shock to find he’s come all over his stomach, some of it trickling onto his bed sheets. ‘Fuck!’

Nathan decided a while ago he was going to fight this as hard as he could. It disgusted him. His father had told him many times about how it was the duty of every self respecting man to punish anyone who showed any gay tendencies, hopefully this treatment would make them see how evil they were and they would either change back to being straight or, even better in his Dad’s view, kill themselves.

‘Every time a Fag dies God breathes a sigh of relief Nathan, remember that son.’

It was then that his Dad shouted him to come down, he had a visitor.

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Travis had finished writing up his ideas into a format he and Nathan could follow, it’s only taken him a couple of hours and after he’d finished his dinner his Mum had given him permission to cycle to Nathan’s to drop off the paperwork so that he could follow it. It then took another 20 minutes for him to pluck up the courage to press the door bell.

‘What the….’ Nathan’s dad shouted as he opened the door before stopping and looking at the young boy stood there with his bike and a backpack. ‘If you’re selling anything son you can fuck off right now!’

‘Err no sir… I’m not… I’ Travis stammered in fear.

Cutting him off, ‘Well spit it out son, come on I’ve got stuff to do.’ Travis thought that stuff might involve alcohol of some kind looking at the man’s face and from the strong odour of beer emanating from him.

‘I’m here to see… err… Nathan sir?’

‘NATHAN! Some little kid to see you!’ Nathan’s Dad shouted walking back to his lazy boy in front of the telly leaving the door open. Travis nervously stepped in and waited.

Nathan came down the stairs in a run reaching half way stopping in confusion and anger at the sight before him. ‘What the fuck you doin here faggot? And how the fuck did you know I lived here?’ He sneered quietly so his Dad wouldn’t hear him.

‘The project… I needed to drop off the work for you to look at… I’ve seen you get off here when the bus stops sometimes… when you’re on it I mean… I didn’t mean to…. Sorry I’ll go….’ Travis rushed before blushing and turning to leave.

Nathan’s hand shot out and gripped his shoulder tightly making Travis squeal in surprise. ‘Shhhh! No, come on, upstairs.’

Travis out of nothing more than fear for what might happen if he didn’t closed the door and followed Nathan up to his room.

Nathan, cleared a space for him to sit and beckoned him in. Travis thought it was the nicest gesture he had ever seen him use, he even looked relatively genuine that he wanted him there.

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Nathan sat on his bed staring at Travis with distrust and contempt. Curious as to why he would even bother including him in the project and not just doing the work himself he had invited Travis in to his inner sanctum. Without realising it he leant back on his hands, putting one in the pool of warm cum, cooling in the air. Afraid Travis would notice he shifted over and tried to cover him wiping his hand on the sheet.

Travis sat on the only other space in the room an old creaky chair with holes in the fabric, looking out of place he sat patiently waiting for more demanding questions from his not so cordial host.

‘Why do you need my help then? It’s not like I can do anything right on this anyway?’ Nathan said his tone stern, trailing off with a touch of self pity that Travis barely picked up on.

‘Well Mrs Griffiths told me we have to work on it together else our grades will both be affected… I mean not that you…. of course you… I mean to say that…’ Travis could feel himself falling into a social minefield the more he talked that he might not return from in one piece.

‘I get it you need my help else you fail.’ That tiny spark of hope that it might be because of… well anything other than he HAD to disappeared and anger replaced it, hot and hungry for something or someone to vent upon.

‘Well, she didn’t put it like that but…. I guess that’s it yeah, but I mean… you might enjoy it… the project I chose to do is kinda cool actually.’ Travis turned to his bag to get his paperwork, convinced he could recover for his stumbling explanation if Nathan could see this as something interesting. Turning back he was face to face with Nathan’s chest.

Nathan had jumped up and stood in front of him as his back had been turned. Looking down on him his nostrils flaring Nathan felt like ripping the little faggots head off. Travis meanwhile was transfixed by the chest in front of him. It was nothing special compared to the guys on the websites he frequents but still there was definition there under that white tee. He could clearly see the start of a shelf under where Nathan’s pecs would be, and below that tiny lumps, nothing more than rounded bumps. Taking in that clean smell he felt like he was floating. A musky yet sweet scent that seemed to be filling him. He could see the chest expand and contract, Nathan’s pecs rising and falling. If he was going to die at least the view wasn’t going to be unpleasant.

‘You little faggot! You think I’m going to help you…’

Nathan’s own version of his Dad’s sermon was cut off in mid flow by something unexpected… to both of them. Travis had rested his hand on his chest, he could feel the warmth through his thin white tee. Travis could feel Nathan’s heart through his hand, already beating quickly it started to race, making his hand tingle slightly. Looking up Travis whispered calmly and soothingly ‘It’s OK I know I upset you before I’m sorry, sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain.’

Nathan confused by this turnaround looked into his eyes searching for some kind of sign of trickery or insincerity. Finding none he realised that he was getting turned on, his cock feeling suddenly uncomfortable in his low slung jeans. Stepping back he slowly he stares at Travis with confusion and turns away from him.

‘Leave it on the desk and I’ll read it. I don’t promise anything.’

Travis, trembling with a mix of fear and excitement takes the work out of his bag and places it neatly on the desk, before getting up and heading to the door. ‘See you tomorrow Nathan.’ And with that Travis left closing the door behind him.

Nathan stayed stood there, shoulders slumped and head down with his eyes closed. A single tear trailing its way down his clean, smooth features.

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Travis got on his bike, his heart racing before he even starts to peddle.

‘Tomorrow.’ He thinks to himself with a slight smile.

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Let me know what you think?

[ripped275]

Thanks Arpeejay. I highlighed read. Just seems like nonsense to post that way. Maybe I am missing something.

[mattbarradell]

It was posted that way unintentionally. I wrote it in Word and when it copied over that's how it appeared.