CodyT

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Anyone into League of Legends here?

"I'll Be Fine" by Clairy Browne & the Bangin' Rackettes

Also the theme tune to Josh Thomas' show "Please Like Me"

Chapter Three

“How was school?â€

I’m sitting around the dinner table with my mum, dad and my little sister, Tilly. Even though the whole family’s here, the meal is pretty much eaten in silence. Tilly and I used to play a game where we both would try to make the other laugh first. She won every time because she’s just so goddamn cute. But recently, since grandma died, there’s mainly been silence. It was like that after the funeral and it’s still like that now.

“Good.â€

“Did you see Mr. Campbell about the history excursion?â€

“Yeah, he said it would be fine as long as I still did some research on the war.â€

“Good.â€

I finish just as Tilly does, and I wink at her. She winks back and smiles, and we place our plates in the dishwasher together. Tilly runs upstairs but before I can my mum clears her throat.

“Oh, and Cody?â€

“Yes mum?â€

“We’re having Father Damian over on Sunday to talk about Maria’s christening.â€

“Oh, okay. I’ll make sure I’m not out.â€

“Thanks darling.â€

The next day, I head straight to Room 156 after school. I’m the last one to get there, even though I ran to get my bag, and I immediately start bringing out some of the cardboard from home.

“Can you get the candles by next Thursday?†Liam asks as he hands me a few of the outlines for posters and banners promoting the events.

“Yep, I tricked my dad into believing it was a vigil for a great British composer who died a week ago. Emphasis on the British. Should have them all by Monday night. And these are good. I like the heading being in rainbow colours, perhaps have that for all of them? I don’t know though, ask Hannah what she thinks. But good.â€

Liam laughs and heads off to Hannah, who is on an online supermarket looking at cans of tuna. I smile and look around the room. Everyone is genuinely working hard (Hannah too of course, she’s the head of the publicity committee). We’re all putting in effort to keep our beloved club alive. No I must stop thinking about it, I’m getting all teary.

I walk over to Sarah, who’s on the phone. But not only is she on the phone, she is yelling down the phone in a no longer sweet voice. Her hair is all messed up, her cup of tea is spilled all over the table, and there are papers everywhere.

“Now listen here you bastard, I want at least 20 fags marching and shouting how ******* proud they are that they love cocks and minges, or I’m coming over there right now and I’m going to drag them over here by the end of their fuckin ****, you hear me, you ****! No! No! No I said this Thursday, I canni do next Saturday. Oi! Next Thursday, 7pm, or I’ll kick you so hard up your arse that my shoe will come out your fuckin mouth, you understand?! Yep. Uh-huh. Good, I’m glad we can finally agree. Thank you very much flower. Say hello to your sister for me and best wishes to your mother in this hard time. Yep. Okay, thank you pet.â€

She hangs up and smiles. “That’s 20 more marching with us. That’s a total of 48.â€

I smile. “Just remind me to never get on your bad side.â€

She laughs and I walk over to Joe. I stand behind him, looking at him looking at guys squirting cum all over themselves on his phone. We stay like this for a few seconds before I ruffle his hair and he turns to see me. He just smiles and continues watching. What a lad.

Despite what seems like some people slouching off, we’re getting great progress. We’ve actually got bums on seats coming over to march, people have retweeted and shared our social media posts to try and spread the word, and we’ve even got glitter on all of our posters, Sophie’s contribution.

Zac walks into the room with his phone in one hand and a huge smile on his face. Everyone looks at him, even Polly who’s still trying to get glue off her hands, and we wait. He just stands there grinning, for what seems like ages, before he bursts.

“Ellen DeGeneres is going to march with us.â€

There is silence for just a split second before we’re all dancing and screaming. Ellen DeGeneres?! Marching with us?! She is the most influential person ever, not to mention the most influential homosexual person ever.

“How did you do it!†Someone screams, not really a question but more like a statement.

“Well,†he sits us all down and grins, “My friend is friends with a lady who works for Ellen, so she said she could help us and, well, she did. And can!â€

“I didn’t know Ellen Page was a lesbian.†Sophie says.

“Alright, calm guys. We’re not actually sure whether or not she can make it, but we’re almost certain.â€

“But that’s still amazing!â€

Zac tries to keep a straight face but can’t for any longer and fangirls with us. “It is isn’t it! Come on guys, good work today, let’s get some coffee.â€

Everyone starts piling out, but I have to print something before I go. I look over and see that Hannah’s still looking at pictures of canned tuna.

“Hannah?â€

“There’s so many choices. Lemon, chili, pepper, mayonnaise, Springwater, tomato and basil, sweet chili, olive oil. Too many choices.â€

“Hannah, just put the tuna away, it’s going to be ok.â€

“Thanks Cody.†She sits up.

“Are you nervous for the march?†I ask.

“No. My grandfather died last March, so that’s a hard act to follow.â€

I nod. “How’s your grandmother coping?â€

“She’s dead too.â€

“Oh. I’m sorry.â€

There’s silence.

“I’ll never forget her last words. ****, it’s a bus!â€

I look up. Hannah doesn’t seem to see the humor of it, and she just sits there as if her grandmother had spoken powerful last words to her. She sighs.

“My grandfather died two weeks later. The doctor said it might have been from a broken heart, but we all knew it was because he couldn’t ******* cook.â€

She gives a single laugh, almost a shrug, and returns back to nervously sneaking glances at the tuna.

“I’ve always been fond of last words.†I say.

“Me too. They tell a lot about a person. Like Leonardo da Vinci’s last words. I have offended God and Mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.â€

I nod. I never knew what his last words were but then I again I didn’t know him that well.

“What a ****.â€

Hannah stands up, closes her laptop (with a few quick pants as she sees the tuna) and walks off.

After recently watching 'Pride', and the tragic suicide of Leelah Alcorn, I've been inspired to write something incorporating the two. This story is more about sexuality than actual sex and stuff, and I did get quite emotional writing it because it finally hit me that Leelah Alcorn had passed away. No, I didn't know her, and no, I'm not in the position she was in. But I feel some sort of connection with her, and and just generally depressed that a person had to do what she did because of such anger and hatred in the world. It breaks my heart.

This story doesn't exactly ring originality too, with nearly all the characters being based off of real people. But I hope you enjoy it, too. Let 2015 be the year LGBT and everyone who is not heterosexual finally can be proud to be who they are.

The LGBT Club Members:

Cody

Zac

Sarah

Liam

Joe

Hannah

Polly

Sophie

Chapter One

Absolutely shattered. I mean, you hear these stories all the time, but never in much detail. Like, you never read the note they left. You never actually get to know the person just from their final words on Earth. And just reading them makes my insides churn. And the reaction this has caused… I just can’t help feeling depressed.

Leelah Alcorn died on Sunday the 28^th of November. She posted her suicide note on her Tumblr page to show the world just a peep at how horrible her life was. Born Joshua Ryan Alcorn, she realised at age 14 that she was transgender, even though she had inklings before that she might have been. Her parents immediately refused to accept her as transgender, and refused her requests to undergo transition treatment, even forcing her to take conversion therapy. At aged 17, she committed suicide in one of the most devastating and horrid last days of 2014.

I look at her face from time to time, just a photo of her from earlier in 2014. Not in an obsessive kind of a way. But just intrigued. Did this seemingly happy girl really have a terrible truth behind the curtains? How could this be? She is like all the other teenagers on the internet. But of course she is not. Her life was hell. Her parents said she would end up there. She was transgender in a world in which, by 2014, you would think had moved past condemning people for their sexuality. We have done so much on this planet, so many great things, so many horrible things. You think that surely someone’s sexuality wouldn’t matter so much now?

The reason why this story matters so much to me is because I haven’t yet come out to my parents. I’m 16, a guy and love c**k. I’ve known that I’m gay for a few years now, and might even be somewhere towards bisexual on the spectrum that is sexuality. But my parents don’t know. No one knows. Just a few guys in chatrooms that will never remember me.

The moment I read this, I thought enough is enough. No more hiding, no more being in the shadows and running away from people that may or may not punch me in the face because I’m gay. I needed to do something, to show people that I’m gay and I’m proud. Leelah didn’t have anyone, and I was desperately worried that I too might be cornered off by my family before I could even tell anyone.

So, Monday lunch, I walked to Room 156. Usually an English room, I had my first class in there ever as a high school student. I generally like school, but at this moment would have done anything to get away from it. Turning my head left and right to make sure no one was paying any decent attention to me, I walked in.

“Sorry, knitting classes are on Tuesdays, pet.â€

A small lady, that is very much still a teenager, with golden hair and bright pink glasses is staring at me.

“Well, go on then. Shag off, flower.â€

“Don’t be so rude, Sarah. He might be queer.â€

“Here, do you like c**k?â€

“Um…†I look around the room, trying to form a sentence. A huge banner reading ‘LGBT Club’ on it is right smack bang in the middle of the whiteboard. The tables and chairs have been moved back so there’s just a circle of chairs with people sitting on them, with two (one of them being I assume Sarah, the glasses one) people sitting on one of the tables. I assume they are the head of this club.

“I, um… I do.â€

“Ah, come in then.â€

I didn’t really pay attention to the other guy sitting on the table, but I do now when he speaks. And boy, does he have gorgeous lips. And his eyes are to die for. He’s buff, too, and his hair looks like he just got out of bed yet took hours to comb into position. I feel myself adjusting my posture ever so slightly.

“Um… thanks.†I mutter, and close the door.

The delicious guy welcomes me: “Well, welcome to Newell High’s LGBT Club. Apparently, according to S***s, is the only club where you can get aids. Well, if we’ve got them, you know we’re bringing the whole school down with us. Am I right?â€

He high fives a few of the other members and laughs.

“Sit down, sit down. Tell us about yourself.â€

It takes me a second to realize I can’t just stare at his lips, but actually have to say ****. ****.

“Um… Well, my name’s Cody. Cody Thompson. I’m, uh, gay. And…â€

“What are your interests? Your hobbies? You don’t have to just define your sexuality to us, and don’t let it just define you. What about your passions?†Zac chimes in, giving me an encouraging grin.

“What, like c**k?†someone pipes up. It’s a guy I’ve seen around, Joe, I think. Everyone’s really not sure what he’s still doing at school, because he was supposed to be expelled weeks ago. But he’s always at the center of the buzz at school, so the school sort of needs him.

“Piss off, Joe. Let the man speak.†Zac smiles.

“Um. Well. I like music, and I play the viola. I, uh, I like to bake, and would one day like to have my own bakery where I can bake and play. Pretty lame, I know.â€

“No, that’s more like it. Here, Cody, this is everyone. Let’s go around and just introduce each other.â€

Even if Zac’s being really cheesy, I guess I can be the Mac to his Cheese.

And here is everyone else in the room.

There’s Zac, the hottest guy I’ve seen. Like. Ever. He’s tall and is a genuine guy. He’s also the leader of the LGBT Club.

Then there’s Sarah, the vice-president, if Zac were the president, of the club. She’s short and lovely, and has a really high-pitched voice that you just cannot hate.

There’s Liam, the hipster, who is always on his phone. Nonetheless, he contributes in discussions and apparently is the co-founder of the group, despite not regularly getting credit for it.

There’s Hannah, who is still very much in the closet. She has dark hair in a slick position on her head, and glasses too. She’s really quiet, and I haven’t yet heard her speak. She seems interested in a knitted bird she always has with her, though.

There’s Polly, who isn’t the brightest of the group. She is a little large, not that there’s anything wrong with that, and seems to have a weird obsession with mermaids. She also isn’t actually a lesbian, but joined the club so she could miss out on maths tutoring at lunch times.

There’s Joe, who has slept with everyone in the school at least twice, and really is the typical teenage guy. But I shouldn’t rely on stereotypes. He is always asking if people want to 69, or even 99, always has his pants below his ass, and always, always, has his tongue out. Not that I wouldn’t suck him off, but…

And lastly, there’s Sophie. Sophie is just stunning. Literally. I recommend sunglasses when looking at her. She is glittering and sparkling 24/7, and always wears a different outfit every day. She has a poodle in her handbag which she says she will cut open if anyone’s hungry. She also says she had a twin, but ate her in the womb… She's also Polish.

And that’s the LGBT club. Oh, plus me.

The meeting pretty much ended after we went around the room. The bell went, signaling last classes for the day. But Zac stopped me before I left, with just him and I in the room.

“Hey, wanna grab a coffee after school. Don’t worry, it’s not a date. Just… I want to know you better. On a more personal level.â€

He smiles at me and, I mean, I am a busy person, and I do have soccer training after school. But not any more.

Chapter Two

Zac takes me to the nearest coffee shop after school, one which isn’t too bad but doesn’t serve what I’d at least call coffee. But nonetheless, the vibe is nice.

We sit at a small table, two stools opposite each other, his eyes opposite mine. I have to stop myself from losing myself in his, which is quite easy because he blinks a surprisingly large amount.

After sending the waiter away, he leans in and rests his arms on the table.

“So. Do your parents know?â€

“Nope.â€

“Have you ever been with a guy?â€

“Nope.â€

“Sex before marriage?â€

“Depends who he is.â€

“Good.†He runs his hands through his hair. “I feel like I know much more about you now.â€

“Um… Sorry?†I have to squeeze my hands to stop them from shaking. I feel naked in front of him. No, I don’t have to answer every deep question he asks me but for some reason I do.

“That tells me that your parents aren’t the most open people in the world, are slightly conservative, and you’re waiting for a chance to come out to them, but you’re worried about coming out so you’re putting it off. You’re inexperienced in the dating world too, and you’re waiting for the relatively perfect guy to, pardon my poshness, **** in the arse.â€

The waiter brings us our coffees and he takes a sip.

“And that, my friend, tells me a lot. You show respect, especially towards your parents, and you’re gentle, sweet. Not a Joe. And you have some sense of self-worth, that you’re not going to give yourself away to just any guy, that you want the guy. I like that.â€

He sits back, proud of himself. And I would be too if I were him.

“Not that I don’t think playing the viola is interesting.†He adds with a wink.

Well play my viola with your bow I almost say.

Nothing much happens after that. The interrogation more turns into a chat between two guys, which is nice. I tell him about my family, especially my parents, my mum a teacher of Christianity in primary schools and my dad a factory worker in the wax industry. Pretty ******* boring, but they’re my parents.

It turns out his parents didn’t accept him when he came out, so he started the club (with Liam) to try and make friends with similar “interestsâ€. The club’s main project to help students all over Australia feel safe to come out, and be proud about anything but heterosexual, kind of failed, so now the club has nothing to do, and is almost to the point of getting axed because they’re not doing anything.

“So, you see,†Zac says as we stand up, “you won’t really get to know the club, unfortunately. And anyone else who wishes to join. By next week, we’re done for. I’m sorry, Cody.â€

I just nod, not really sure what to say. But on the inside, I feel shattered. I feel absolutely shattered. The only place I can feel safe about being gay is ruined right in front of my eyes, right before I get a chance to do anything. Now I have nowhere else to run, nowhere else to go if things get tough. I’ve only been with the group for 1 hour, but it already feels like they’re family. They’re home.

“But anyway, we’ll still keep in touch.†He looks at me and my emotions must be showing on my face.

“Hey, don’t feel so down. Come on, I’ll walk you home.†He grins, and places his arm out so I can link mine his.

I do, and my insides burst, not really paying attention to what he’s saying. I just nod, and smile, but really just want to kiss him right now. But…

But he probably has a boyfriend already. Or maybe an ex who was horrible, and he no longer wishes to date. Maybe he’s just being nice because he knows on the inside I’m scared. Maybe he doesn’t want me to walk home alone just in case something bad happens to me… There are so many reasons, and in the end I just keep nodding and smiling. I’m glad I don’t do anything, because I might have just read the situation wrong.

When we reach my house, we say goodbye, and he leaves. Nothing interesting happens, but I’m left standing outside my house just looking at the direction he left.

The next day, we all meet again in Room 156. Everyone’s cheerful and happy, but when Zac quiets us down to speak, you can feel the tension in the room. The dread and dampness in the room.

“As you all know, Principal Jepson is shutting us down in a week. Unless we’ve done something by then, we’re gone for. But, as you know, we don’t have the time to get anything together by then. So… I mean… What I’m trying to say, is that I’m going to be sad to not see you all every lunch time. I’ve come to love every single person in this room. You’re my family, guys. But there’s nothing we can do. I suggest maybe a party next Friday, to end on a bang, but otherwise… I love you guys.â€

Everyone comes in for a group hug, in which Joe sexually moans because of how close we all are. And in unison, we all say “piss off, Joe!â€

We laugh. But then we stop. There’s silence in what feels like forever. The bell eventually rings to signal the end of the meeting, even though it ended ages ago. Everyone stands up, and slowly and silently makes their way to the door.

Suddenly I’m standing up, but not like the others. No, I’m shooting up. Only Hannah, who’s still sitting down, notices me. She raises her eyebrows at me and I wink at her.

“Wait! Everyone!†I stand on a table to make sure everyone can hear me.

“We can’t just accept defeat. Not now. Not ever. We’re the LGBT Club! We’re the LGBT community of this school! If we accept defeat now, we might as well be straight!â€

A few people laugh. But everyone’s looking at me now.

“Leelah Alcorn died two weeks ago. She was transgender. She committed suicide because her family and most of her friends didn’t accept her. I bet you all know who she is.â€

A few nods, but most look confused as to where I am going with this.

“While one of the most tragic events ever recorded in history, we can’t just sit by and let it go unnoticed in this school. In a way, she accepted defeat. It sounds S***ty of me to say that, when she is one of the most influential people of 2014. But she did, and there are a lot of people out there who feel like her, who feel like giving up. And come on! We’re the LGBT Club! Doesn’t the ‘T’ stand for Transgender?â€

“I thought it stood for ****!†Sophie says in shock.

I go on. “We just can’t close up shop when there are people, even in this school that feel like maybe they should just end it. We need to show them that it does get better, and that we can help them. Lots of people need us, need this club, to stand up for people who are anything but straight. Take it from someone who needs this group.â€

A few people touch their hearts. Zac pipes up.

“So what are you suggesting?â€

“My father works at a wax factory. I can get in thousands of candles just like that. I say we have a candlelight vigil, right in this school. We need to show everyone that we have acknowledged Leelah’s death, and that we don’t just let it pass by like the rest of this S***ty school.â€

“Is that it though?†Polly says.

“No. Then we’ll march. I have loads of cardboard from an abandoned art project years ago. We can march through the city, saying that we’re gay and that we’re proud.â€

“Hold on. Through the city? That’s a bit too far, I think.â€

“We’ve only got a week. A candlelight vigil might already be enough.â€

“I swear the bell already went.â€

“Guys! Guys!†I quiet them. “We’re the LGBT club! We’ve got to stand up for those that can’t. Isn’t there anybody that we could contact for the march? Help us get it up and going?â€

“I know a few guys.†Zac says.

“Good. Then I’m willing to work my ass off for the next week to make this happen. We won’t let Leelah’s suicide happen again. We need to show the world that it is ok to be gay, lesbian, transgender, bisexual, anything! That we will accept you.â€

The room is silent. Suddenly Hannah stands up.

“Ohhhh **** it, I’m in.†She then leaves the room.

“I’m in too.†Zac says, and comes over to stand next to me. And like that, one by one, everyone agrees on it.

“Right then. Come on, you fags, let’s get to work.†Zac says.

Might seem mainstream, but pop has been a favourite genre of mine for a while. I guess I just have a straight side when it comes to things, as 99% of the things I like immediately tells a person that I am gay haha.

Favourite artists include: Lady Gaga (mmhmmm gurl), Alex Newell (anyone from Glee), Katy Perry (I might actually not have a straight side and just love all them rainbows hmm)

I also love classical music (playing the viola), and love all the classics like Beethoven, Bach, Mozart etc. Recently found this cool duet of a violin and viola, they are just amazing. They... They... They're just so amazing. Here's a link: 

I love Friends! Especially Phoebe.

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Oh...Right...

My best friend used to a lot, now that we don't see ear other much, I'm not sure if he still sags. I never really felt bad for peaking though...

This story is based on real people that I know, and the rest is just my imagination.

I feel like I had lots to say at the start of this, but it's just left me. All well. This is one of many chapters on Jack and Evan's love story.

Oh yeah. And sorry for switching tenses so many times during this, I know my English teacher would probs just throw it out the window because of it haha

Chapter One

I woke up to a quick pain, sitting up and banging my head against the top of my bunk of the bunk bed. I groaned as I saw the figure of my brother, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light. He smirked and seemed to pull something towards me, and I moaned in pain. I soon realize I had been the victim of a wake-up wedgie.

“F*ck sake, man, you’re alarm’s been going for f*ckin hours.†Willem said as he pushed me into my bed, leaving me defeated and my a** sore.

“And good morning to you.†I reply, getting up and fixing my stretched out boxerbriefs.

Willem made a move that he would tackle me, but ended up punching me in the arm, and left my room. I smiled as I ruffled my hair, finally turning my alarm clock to snooze.

After a shower and breakfast, it came to my favourite part of the morning: getting dressed. I had most recently, like almost every other guy at my high school, gotten into the sagging fashion, and I was definitely one to practice that a lot. Today I chose skinnies about an inch below my waist, exposing my light blue CK boxerbriefs. I wore a long hoodie to cover it though, and topped it up with a beanie. I winked at myself in the mirror, saying loudly “How you doin’?â€

I go to Newell High, a not particularly fun school. The teachers are boring, as are most of the subjects, but I cherish every break I get to walk around and see the other guys like me – showing off their a*ses. Although none of those a*ses can compare to Evan’s a**.

Evan’s in the same year level as me, and just this year we finally had a class together. I’ve had a crush on him longer than I have on Zac Efron, and now that’s saying something. Evan has relatively long blond hair, which he always either has combed up or wavy and to the side. Oh, and did I forget to mention his eyes? His gorgeous blue eyes. Most of my dreams consist of me swimming in the crystal clear pools in his eyes, and if I am not dreaming about that, then I’m probably dreaming of Niall Horan.

Oh, Evan. Every time I even think about him I feel my ass opening a little. How I’d f*ck him so hard… But back to his eyes…

The first time I saw those beautiful eyes was February the 14^th, 2011… Yep, Valentine’s Day. It must be a sign! Oh, I don’t think I have time for a flashback… Oh alright, I have science first anyway so…

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I opened my locker, letting my numerous notebooks fall down from my locker down to my feet. I sigh, but smile as I bend over, exposing my purple boxerbriefs to the hall. Today I was wearing shorts only an inch below the waistline yet slipping every few seconds. I preferred it this way, though, as it was a constant reminder of sagging.

Today was the first day for the new people at Newell High, which mostly included year 7’s but also a scattered few from every other year level too. Newell High’s weird that way – how the rest of us started a week earlier than the others, but I guess it makes sense since the “newbies†had a sort of camp for the first week.

Anyway, I lumped off to Geography, and then to English. Monday’s were the most boring day in terms of subjects for me, and I usually just didn’t show up. Yet today was Valentine’s Day, and I just had this feeling…

I’d never had a boyfriend before… Or a girlfriend, but I guess I never will have a girlfriend. Slowly people around me had started dating, and now everyone’s with somebody, except for me it seems like. Although, mind you, most relationships don’t last long at Newell High, with most couple who break up immediately going to other people. We’ve even nicknamed Newell High “Swinger Highâ€.

So anyway, I was turning a corner when suddenly BAM! I’d walked into somebody. But not just somebody, oh no. I’d bumped into Evan. My heart stopped, my body froze and my p*nis became erect as I saw the God-like beauty of Evan.

I’d dropped my books, but he was quick to drop down and get them. Yet as he did that, I saw a perfect view of his a**. He was sagging too, a spectrum of colours dancing on his perfect behind, with basketball shorts just under his a**. If I was paralyzed with love before, I was now pretty much a corpse.

“Sorry bro.†He’d said, getting up and handing me my books, a cute and shy little grin on his face. Oh how I wanted to go somewhere and have a w*nk.

“It’s… It’s… Perfect.†I’d stupidly said. We locked eyes for a second longer and then he went off to his classroom, and I boggled at his perfect a** all the way.

Haha thanks guys I'd really love an app or something I guess, it would be great But I'm not tech savvy so not sure how hard it would be to make it happen

Hi. Hello. Bonjour if you speak French. I am terrible with technology, but is there a Saggerworld app, can I suggest one? Would it be possible, although this site is already really amaze balls.

Chapter Seven is now in the 18+ section, for those of you who are over le age of 18

Hairspray: Welcome to the 60's

Cheers for the great story. I wonder if the next part is going in the 18+ section...

Haha thanks. I was thinking about that too 

Chapter six is damn good! Want to read chapter seven soon!!!

Thanks so much. It means a lot that people enjoy these stories

Ok I know I haven't posted in a long time because my internet's been down, but I've written them so here's the next chapter: hope you like it-also, Happy Valentines Day! Hope you had fun, and if your ere single too, then I salute you

Chapter Six

I picked up my phone and rang Ginny.

“Oh. My. God,†she said, imitating Janice from Friends. “Oh, you’re so lucky. I would’ve ridden him like a b-â€

“Ginny!†I laugh. “Well, we didn’t really do much, just chilled. Oh, and I spilt coffee on his ‘lower region’â€.

Ginny gasped and then laughed, and suddenly we were both laughing. I went on to tell her how he’d taken a shower and how I’d basically seen him naked. We chatted and chatted for hours, and it was fun but I ended up missing a Justin Bieber interview at 8:30. All well, I had it taped so I could squeal at the screen later.

The next day, I was very conscious of what I was wearing and how I looked. I’d never been like this until about a year ago. I’d wake up half an hour earlier just to make myself look good but it was worth it. Just before leaving my house I wondered if I should pull my jeans down a little. But I knew everyone in my neighborhood and, judging on their opinions and beliefs, I thought it was better not to sag. I ended up with a shy sag, sagging a little lower than the waistband, which I covered with my shirt, so no one would notice. I know this basically doesn’t count, but I’d only ever done it once before.

I arrived at school and immediately saw Ginny and Ryan. I rushed towards them, barely containing my excitement, although I ended up looking like a camp man who was being chased by a bear. All well. I sat down next to them and we started talking about relationships and boyfriends and, in Ryan’s case, girlfriends. After about twenty minutes, I saw Lachie walking in. Today, he was sporting a tank top, tracksuit pants that were below his a** showing a nice red and white pattern on his boxerbriefs and a bucketful of hot. He saw me and winked in my direction, before high-fiving some of his friends.

“I wish I was in a class with him,†I basically breathed.

“I wish there was one of him for each of us†Ginny sighed.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t think-†Ryan began to say.

“Oh, have a bit of fun, will you Ryan?†Ginny said and all three of us laughed.

Boy I hadn’t felt this good since… Well, ever. I have always been lonely: jacking off in my room, as no one’s ever really liked me. And suddenly I get a stud. Sometimes I feel like he’s messing with me. But then I remember that look in his eyes. No. He definitely likes me. He has to. He just has to. Otherwise I’m on the verge of performing a Taylor Swift song.

He starts approaching my table now that his friends have gone. It’s not that I’m not popular, I guess I’m just quite a few steps down from his status. But I’m fine with that. I never even thought I would be talking to him.

As he walks over, his sag goes lower and lower. I have to make sure I’m not staring like a maniac as he approaches. He moves his hand to pull his pants up, but leaves his hand there just above his c*ck. I almost faint with joy and you know which joy I’m talking about. I look around and no one seems to be paying him any attention. He’s basically touching himself in public and no one sees except for me. Almost like a private sort of cinema. This must be what the Queen feels like at times. Although, I doubt Prince Philip sags for her, although I’m all for kinky.

“Mind if I sit here?†He asks.

I laugh and nod, as Ginny practically drools on the table. Lachie places his hand on mine, and places my hand just on his throbbing c*ck. I half gasp/moan/sneeze as he does this, and my eyes meet his for a second, and I see a smile forming on his lips. It’s almost as if we aren’t at all in any way in public. I’m tempted to get a condom from somewhere.

After what seems like hours of us just looking at each other, the bell rings, and Lachie says goodbye to all of us politely. He hugs me, not a hug that would suggest anything, but just a bro hug. In doing this, he lowers my jeans for me, and whispers “Just something for me to think about†in my ear, and walks off, leaving me standing there, astonished.

I don’t see Lachie for the rest of the day however, which saddens me quite a bit. I pack my bag, and walk out of school, only realizing that my bag lifted the back of my shirt revealing my shy yet still sagging sag. I duck behind some bushes and pull my pants up, worried that a teacher or someone else will see. I guess my confidence isn’t that high yet, and I walk the rest of the way home with my head down, thinking. Just thinking.

It’s not that I think sagging is bad, but I know that lots of other people are, especially in my neighborhood. But I like it. It feels hot and cheeky, in a way. But it can only be so hot by yourself. It needs to be seen by other people to receive the full experience; it needs to be admired. Could I do that?

I go straight to my room and go on my laptop, immediately watching a cat trying to turn off a lamp. I suddenly get a text from Lachie. Seven words. Just seven words yet they still make me hard.

‘Parents not home. Wanna have some fun?’

Door

I'm the typical gay person when it comes to... Well, everything. I love musicals and most of my inspirations are females.

So anyway, I'm currently listening to Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke, but was listening to Soldier by Samantha Jade which I love, and Elle Me Dit by MIKA which I just gotta get up and dance to.

Well done!

Thanks bro

Sweet story bro!

Thanks man!

Well, I stayed up pretty much the whole night so I had some time to write this next chapter.

I hope you guys like it

Chapter Five

Fireworks. I hadn’t heard the countdown but suddenly it felt like it was New Year’s! At first, Lachie kissed me softly yet still passionately. I loved every second of it and didn’t want him to break away. Suddenly it started to rain, yet we stood there, kissing while we became drenched. But I loved it, especially when I felt his tongue knocking on my door. I let it in and it felt weird, exchanging saliva. Like when you were little and exchanged action figures only this was… Hotter.

Eventually I did pull away yet I looked into his beautiful eyes and he looked into mine. I felt with my hands down below his back to his sag and it was soaked. But it was hotter than ever, and my hen instantly got hard. No, not hen, that’s for female chickens. No, c***.

“Should we… Get inside?†I asked, “Or maybe come back to mine?â€
“Yeah probably,†he replied, and I led him to my house in which by that time we were 100% wet. I let him have a shower while I dried myself off (Not a euphemism), and made hot chocolates for us both. I sat down and felt… Relief? Why relief? Why didn’t it find me after my team had won the School’s disaster of a paintball competition that lasted nine days? Or when I’d built that huge blanket fort in the whole entire school, where we also had our classes in for two weeks. I guess I felt relief because I finally had someone who liked me back.

“Hey can I borrow some clothes? I swear I’ll bring them back dude,†I heard Lachie say from the bathroom.

“Of course! Sorry I forgot!†I ran to my bedroom and, well, to give a true account of the story, tripped over my bed from excitement. All well. I got up and grabbed some CK boxerbriefs as well as some jeans and a shirt.

“It’s alright, my top’s not too wet,†he said from the bathroom.

I put back the top and realized I didn’t know if I should knock or talk but I guess he’d heard me coming so he opened and there he was in just a towel. He said thanks and he closed the door, but I still stood there. It was like seeing him naked. Wow and I thought the only good thing that would happen today was finally checking out that show ‘Pawn Stars’, which ended up turning into a disappointment as it had nothing to do with what I’d thought.

He came out later in a tank top and my jeans. I felt honored, in a way, and even quickly thought of an acceptance speech, but then realized he was also sagging in my jeans and my boxerbriefs. I nearly fell to the floor with excitement, which he luckily didn’t see as he went to get his cup of hot chocolate.

“Dude, I’ve been wanting to say to you this since forever, but I just can’t stop thinking about you, ever since that Bieber concert,†he said as he sat down next to me. It was like we were doing the pre-kiss chat after the kiss. It was still hot.

“Me too. I mean ever since I saw you saggin-â€

What was I doing?! It had always been something you do and not something you talk about. Not that I’d ever done it. Well, once but only for a second while Ginny pantsed me while we were having one of our silly competitions for a hot guy. But I guess that doesn’t really count.

“You like it?†he said with a smile, completely surprising me.

“Yeah, it was the first thing I noticed, your a** in that hot sag,†I said, relieved I hadn’t made another “liam†as my friends called it. Yep, I am that well known for getting in an awkward situation that they’ve named it after me. To be fair, it saves quite a few words to say and write, so I guess I occasionally use it.

“Show me yours,†he said and suddenly I felt worried and anxious. I’d never sagged in my life and didn’t know how to. If I lifted up my shirt then there would just be me and no sag.

“I don’t… I don’t know how to, um, sag,†I said quietly. He raised his eyebrows and laughed.

“Well, just pull your jeans down and adjust to how low you want it. Here-â€

I could only watch as he pulled his jeans up and then down, slowly, to make sure I knew how to do it. I swear I was giving my c*** a real work out today, and it seemed to rise to the challenge again now, quite literally. He finished and I tried it. I was really skeptical at first but hopefully if I did it wrong I’d at least look cute or something. I didn’t put them too low as my c*** was still hard and I didn’t really want him to see.

He continued to teach me the ways of sagging, like a sexy Yoda, until he had to go to play in a soccer game. I realized that I had a lot of homework so we exchanged numbers, kissed goodbye and then he was gone.

wooow this is SOOO hot !!

 

but had hoped the build up would have been even more tensioned - just love the play between two saggers not knowin what the other one thinks! ;D

 

the spill on his sag is SUCH a nice detail... i can picture him tryin to clean up his beautiful sag !

Thanks. I probably rushed it a little but I guess I felt like there wasn't enough romance but perhaps I was wrong.

I'm glad you like it but am stuck for ideas on what to do know. Any thoughts?

A Happy New Year to all of you!

Now, I thought it was going to be better if I post it all on the one, well, post, so to save lots of space .

I hope you enjoy this one. I realised that I was putting in too much other stuff, and that it was time for some romance.

Chapter Four

“Two sugars please,†Lachie said as we sat down. He was still sagging, confidently too, as the tracksuit pants had nearly gone down below his a**, and he looked like he had no intention of pulling them up anytime soon.

I smiled at him and he smiled back. Oh how I’d dreamed of this moment even though we’d just met. And every time, it ended with him and I kissing and perhaps a little more.

“What year are you in?†I asked, breaking the nervous tension between us.

“Twelve. You?â€

“Eleven.â€

“Oh, lucky. Next year is tough.â€

“Well, it is my final year, so it has to be I guess. But thanks for the heads up.â€

“Your drinks, sirs,†The waitress said as she handed us our coffees.

“Thanks,†Lachie said, and winked at me as we simultaneously put our mugs to our lips.

I nearly spat out my coffee. In a good way though. I returned the favor and nudged him with my knee. He actually coughed and spilt his coffee all over the front of his pants. I felt embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

“Oh my god, are you ok? I’m sorry, I just-â€

“Hey, it’s fine.†He replied with a charming smile. This was too much to handle: He was like a hot yet cute little puppy, that I so much wanted to-you know.

We quickly walked to the park across the street. He started drying himself off with some tissues from the café but it was obvious it wasn’t enough. I suddenly realized that I might have ruined his sag and I felt a sudden pang of guilt. I should of just winked back. Still, he was now cutely vulnerable.

“It’s not enough,†he said, and with that, he took off his shirt, revealing a wonderful sight that nearly took me all the way. A nice rocking six-pack accompanying a fit body, and then there was the sag. His bright purple boxerbriefs was suddenly out in the open for everyone to see, and his tracksuit pants were almost below his a** at this point and just above his c***. I just stood there watching him as he dried himself, mouth open like an idiot.

After about ten seconds he looked up and caught me staring. I quickly looked away but I noticed his shadow as it neared mine and he grabbed me by the waist and put his mouth to mine.

Brilliant first chapter fella Nice story.

Thanks. I didn't really want to make all sagging and s*x and stuff, otherwise it would of been in the 18+ section, but also develop it a little bit

Yep, I'm 85

I'd like to apologise for my writing. Sometimes I switch tenses so, well, yeah, deal with it! No, sorry. Anyway, I'm trying to make this a comedy as well, as I do write quite a bit comedically. Favourite Shows: Miranda, Mrs Brown's Boys, Friends, 2 Broke Girls and Community. Chat with me sometime if you like those shows too .

Ok, getting away from the point. Soz. Well, here they are, chapters 2 and 3.

Chapter Two

“And I was like- Baby, baby, baby, oh! Like, baby, baby…†Miranda kept singing as we drove along in the empty and dark streets after the JB concert. I grooved along, but all the time imagining if Justin Bieber, the guy from the bathroom and I had a-Oops, sorry, inappropriate. No, calm down Liam!

“I’m gone.†Miranda finished as she belted out a nine-minute scream. Well, not exactly nine minutes, but more or less. I sighed and drifted off into a world where I’m with that guy and where we can just talk and talk all night long.

“Okay then, see you tomorrow†Miranda said. I blinked and realized we were at my house. I hugged her and walked into my house, still humming Bieber songs in my head.

My name is Liam Thompson. I’m 17 years old and am gay. I’m not that tall: 6 foot, but am quite fit. I have not that long blond hair and have blue eyes that sometimes decide “You know what, today I’m going to be greenâ€.

I go to Pilsberry High, which is where I am now. Recess has just broke out, and there is a swarm of Year 7s and 8s running around and screaming their heads off. Most of them are annoying. Except for the hot guys and the saggers. I don’t mind them. I could watch them all day.

Right now I am in Media, sitting next to Ginny, Miranda’s sister, and Ryan, my best friend. They’re both OK with my sexuality, and sometimes Ginny points out a hot guy who she thinks I might like, just to see. And when we do both like a guy, we will fight to the death to see who gets him. One time, I sent chocolates to every locker in the hallway where his was, just to make sure he got them. I don’t think he thought anything of them, and to make it worse the janitor keeps slapping my a** because he thinks we’re a couple. All well.

I walked to my locker where Miranda was waiting to chat all about last night. She was in the year above me, so we rarely saw each other. I entered my locker code and tossed my stuff in. Oh, Miranda was still talking.

“So, yeah, I mean, isn’t she?â€
“I-um…Yes?â€
“I know, she’s such a slut!â€

Nice save Liam, I tell myself. Ginny walks over and laughs with us for a while.

“No, 1D is way better. Justin Bieber sucks†Ginny retorts.
“Nu-huh, Justin Bieber is sooooo much better,†Miranda argues.
“But, come on, five hot…†Ginny’s voice trailed off for a moment. “Isn’t he delicious!â€

Miranda made a sound resembling an orgasm and I turned to look at where they were looking at. And there he was. The guy from last night in the bathroom. The hot sagger. I almost fainted. I’ve never seen him before at my school, so he must’ve just come here. Today he was sporting beautiful purple boxerbriefs and tracksuit pants that were a couple inches below his waist. It was like eggs and bacon; it just fit well together. Everything about him made me want to grab him and do to him what Dumbledore does to Harry in the night. His hair was gelled up and he was laughing at something on his phone. I almost went up to him and slapped his a**, like the janitor does to me. Good times.

He stuffed his phone in his backpack and closed his locker. He winked at us as he walked by and I let out a loud, high-pitched moan. Oh no. He definitely heard!

Chapter Three

The guy stopped and so did my heart. It had sounded like I really wanted him, and I did. But did I want him to know that? Hell no. At least I got a perfect view of his delicious a** as he slowly turned around with a smirk on his face.
 

“Sorry about that,†I began to say, “That was my dog.†I couldn’t think of anything else to say, and it was pretty obvious that I did not have a dog. Well I do, but she’s at home. Sometimes we play dress-up, and I’m the Wicked Witch from the West, and she’s Glinda the Good B*tch, and yes, pun intended.

“What was?†He asked as he walked towards us.

“Oh. It was nothing.â€

“I don’t see a dog.â€

“No, it was a pelican. Uh, yep, pelican, I’ll work with that. There! Outside that window! Oh, you just missed it, but it was a beautiful pelican, I bet it would win a beauty pageant if it entered one, but I’m not sure if there is a beauty pageant for pelicans, do you know, is it hot in here?â€

There was an awkward silence and I could literally smell my friends laughing. I stomped on Ginny’s foot and nervously smiled. Still, an awkward silence.

“You guys were at that Bieber concert last night,†the guy said.

“Yes, we were,†Miranda said. “He’s one performer all right.â€

“Yeah.â€

Again, an awkward silence.

“Oh, I’m Miranda.â€
“Nice, Lachie.â€
“Ginny.â€
“Lionel Richie.â€

The three of them stare at me. I stare blankly at them back.

“Oh, right. Liam. Sorry, just a reflex I guess. But, you can call me anything you want, Lachie.â€

It came out a bit creepy, and there was another big pause. Finally, the bell rang, relieving us all and giving us an excuse to part.

“Right, well, this has been…Yeah, see ya around,†Lachie said as his smokin’ body walked past us and we all did our thing where we pretended we were teenage girls fainting.

“No, but seriously, you need to think before you talk,†Miranda said as Ginny and I left for History and Miranda left for Pornography.

“So, Miranda, how’s pornography coming along?†I asked.

“IT’S POTTERY!†She said, angrily.

Sure, sure. The teacher in History was terribly boring, so I allowed myself to think of Lachie for the rest of the day.

After school, after emptying my last two classes and getting my bag, I closed my locker door. Only, Lachie was standing right there. I felt something react in my jeans and knew that I was gonna be camping tonight, especially when I had my tent already pitched.

“Hey,†I said.

“Hey,†he replied.

We looked deep into each other’s eyes, not breaking away. Our breaths were the only thing I heard as we just kept staring at each other. How I so wanted to kiss him, and show him that fries were not the only thing I knew from the French. We continued to stare at each other, breaths in sync, eyeballs locked.

“Hey, do you wanna get some coffee?â€

I nodded as it was the only thing I could do. He held my hand as he guided me out of the school and we walked to a café.