Old art
“Dude, did you see those girls? Soo hot…” Trian said wistfully, slightly humping the air with his hips. He brushed his hair out of his eyes though it did little good given the amount of gel in it was enough to give it the consistency of most concrete.
August looked back at them and shrugged. Standard fair, really, when you got through the layers of makeup and dye. “Yea … they’re alright.” The youth agreed. Admittedly his interests lay elsewhere but he had yet to confide that fact in anyone else.
“Kiss me.”
“W-wha?" August stammered and swallowed hard.
"Kiss me! Guys kissing turns girls on! They’ll wanna do us.” Deadset on his decision and guided by a large number of blog stories he had read online, Trian edged closer to August nd caught the white-haired boy by the shirt collar.
Possibly at the verge of his only chance to ever kiss his biggest crush, August as not one to argue. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the other boy’s. They were moist with lip balm and tasted faintly of strawberries.
The girls cooed and Trian was getting more into it, his tongue forcing its way past August's lips. The boy whimpered slightly at the penetration, blushing fiercely as his fantasies were being fulfilled. He felt totally out of control as he kissed back frantically which brought a bout of pleased giggles from the onlookers.
The endorsing cheers suddenly transformed into horrified gasps and then screams. Bad things happened when August lost control…
Trian’s eyes popped open and he stared back in horror at August ho was still lost in his paradise.
‘What’s the matter, Trian?' August thought. 'I thought you wanted this.’
***
And so my character August was born. Wrote a collaborative story with Hobbitdragon years ago that was pretty hot. No plans of ever touching it again.
I couldn’t leave well enough alone. A simple kissing pic is never enough for me apparently.
