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Subject: Cadence – Chapter 12 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected under copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproduction is allowed without the author’s consent. Conversations and feedback are appreciated to Greyson B. via email at ail. The emails I have received thus far are greatly appreciated. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting fty/. This story will contain graphic depictions of sex between males of teen and adult ages (M/m, m/m). If this is an issue for you or the laws where you live, you are obviously in the wrong place. Also, this is a story with plot, not merely wank material. You have been warned. I have posted another story in the Gay / high school section, called A Ghost Finds a Body. Feel free to check it out. Cadence Part 12 After spending a pleasant Sunday relaxing with Jordan and finalizing everything for his report due the coming week, Cade was pleased to get back into their comfortable routine Monday morning, with he and Jordan catching their respective buses to school. It was quieter, more peaceful, and more… routine. Cade was grateful for Duncan. He really was. And as much as he would probably prefer to have more say in when and how they had sex, there was no denying that he was a horny teen, and the man really knew how to get him off. But still, the longing for a boyfriend his own age was strong. And speaking of a boyfriend! Algebra had about twenty minutes left in the class and Cade was just wrapping up a few last problems and the extra credit section on his math test when he startled at hearing his name being called. Cade looked up at Mr. Albrechdt to see why he was being called out, and saw James standing next to the teacher’s desk. He was wearing a pair of bright blue, knee length board shorts, not quite neon blue, but close. His tshirt was a like a brighter powder blue. The effect of the saturation of colors in his clothing made his eyes fairly glow as he turned and smiled at Cade. “Cade, please bring your test up here to me,” said the teacher. Half the class made quiet “ooh” noises as if Cade was in trouble, even though he could think of nothing he had done wrong, and Mr. Albrechdt did not seem at all upset. As Cade approached, the teacher held out his hand, taking his incomplete text paper and looking it over. Cade looked down at the desk and noticed a slip with his name on it, apparently from the office, but no indication as to why he was being summoned. He was nervous in a vague way, but more curious. Maybe this was something else with Mr. Jordan, the guidance counselor. Then he looked up and met James’ eyes and forgot all about the office. Forgot all about the summons. Those eyes were so strikingly blue with that shirt he was wearing. They were a pale blue, not brilliant in intensity. However, today they seemed to glow with some kind of inner light. “Alright, Cade,” said Mr. Albrechdt quietly. “If you really feel the need to complete the full problems on this test I will let you come back today or tomorrow. But considering your work on this so far and your past results, I will accept this exam as-is.” The teacher flipped the test face down atop the two exams that had already been turned in and looked up at Cade. “Go ahead and grab your books and go with this young man. Your presence has been requested.” Cade looked back to James, who just gave a subtle shrug of the shoulder. He went back to his desk, reaching down to zip his backpack closed and then stood, throwing one strap over his shoulder. Looking up, he saw that James had made his way back to the door and was waiting there. More than one curious stare followed Cade as he wound his way between desks and to make his way to the door. James did a little pirouette spin as he released the door once Cade stepped out, and began a lazy stroll down the hallway. Following behind, Cade was free izmit sınırsız escort bayan to take a few moments to admire the sexy teen. He was miles taller than Cade, but then again, who wasn’t. He wasn’t a beanpole like Simon though. He was probably still a few inches under six feet. James’ legs were long and well shaped, with perfectly defined calves. Well toned, unlike Cade’s own bony and far too skinny legs. His legs looked hairless, as well, until he looked closer and saw that there were fine, almost invisibly blonde hairs on both his legs and arms. And speaking of arms, those were shapely as well. They weren’t overly muscled, but you could see them ripple as they swung back and forth. The shirt James was wearing today looked like it was slightly too big for him, hanging loosely off his frame, the neck large enough that it slid off one shoulder slightly, putting his collarbone on delicious display. The hem of his shirt came down far enough that his ass was covered, but Cade enjoyed the eye candy that he was able to see. It was only when James pushed through a pair of double doors that Cade realized that they were nowhere near the front office. In fact, they were in the arts wing, an area of the school he had never visited before, only seen in glances. They passed a side room with a sharp, almost cold chemical smell. Glancing in through the open door as they passed, he saw students apparently working with clay. Pottery class, he supposed. To the left he saw a large room with deep risers with rows of chairs and skinny metal stands. It took a moment for him to realize it was the band room, and the silver stands were for holding the sheet music. At the end of the hallway, James opened a door and and ushered Cade to enter first. The place was at least as large as the band room they had passed, with tall ceilings, but filled in every direction with partitions, parts of stairs, risers, fake trees, and every piece of unusual backdrop Cade could imagine. “What the hell is this place,” Cade said in confused awe. “Drama department,” said James. “This is all their old stage decorations and equipment, waiting to be repurposed for some future project. We are doing Grease this semester, but all of that is in the other wing.” “This is all cool,” said Cade, running his hand on a polished wooden banister leading to nowhere. “What are we doing here,” he said, looking back at the older boy. “Wasn’t I called to the office?”” “Well, I’m doing some work for the office, and you are helping me,” said James. He walked up to Cade, who froze as the larger boy moved into his personal space. Reaching up, James slipped Cade’s backpack strap off his shoulder, letting it slide to the floor. Then Cade realized that James’ other hand was still on his shoulder, fingers running along the fabric of his tshirt. Goosebumps ran up his arms and he closed his eyes for a moment at the gentle touch. Suddenly he remembered where they were, and pulled away in embarrassment. “What’s going on, seriously?” “I’m sorry,” said James, pulling away with a concerned look. “The way we’ve been looking at each other..” He paused, confused and worried. “Have I fucked up? I would have sworn you were gay.” James spoke a bit faster, yet keeping his voice quiet. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” Cade giggled, not unkindly, rubbing his left bicep with his right hand. “No, you’re right, I’m gay. But what are we doing in here?” James slumped, visibly relaxing. “Oh, thank God. I thought I had seriously read you wrong. You were just practically eye-fucking me in the office last week, and I had to meet you for real.” Cade flushed with embarrassment at that assessment. “Sorry, you are hot, but I didn’t know I was being that totally obvious.” “God, you’re adorable when you blush.” James’ eyes went wide. “Sorry! Cute, I mean hot, I mean…” his voice drifted off, then he added, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I doubt you like being called ‘adorable’ or ‘cute’ or shit like that. But God, you are hot.” “Stop talking,” said Cade, halfway between embarrassment evinde görüşen escort and amusement. “Do you see me running away over here?” Studying his shoes because he was unable to look up at the beautiful blue eyes of the boy spouting all these compliments at him, Cade was struck by the wildest thought, that he had spent Saturday arguing with Nathan over hundred dollar skating shoes, when he was over here with cheap Walmart knockoffs. Why the hell was he thinking about shoes, when the boy of every masturbatory session of the last week was standing right here in from of him. Apparently showing him interest. It occurred to Cade that there were another set of shoes in front of his. Cream colored canvas shoes. He laughed when he realized they were Vans. He was going to have to tease Nathan about that. Wait, they were standing right in front of him, the hightops leading to white socks with a black Adidas logo, leading up to perfectly formed calves, with those fine, nearly invisible hairs. Cade was lost in a daze, as a finger hooked under his chin. James’ finger. He looked down at the hand the finger was attached to, unable to look up and meet the eyes that hand was pulling his face up to meet. Spearmint. Cade smelled spearmint and something else, something he couldn’t identify in his confused brain. Wait, what was this? Breath on his face. That was the spearmint. Finally Cade had little choice but to look up. James was inches away, at least six inches taller, far less than six inches away. And getting closer. Closer, closer. Then a warmth, an electric surge leading from the lips grazing against his lips. Passing through his throat, which was suddenly dry. Passing through his stomach, which was suddenly tense. Passing through his groin, which was suddenly hard. From out of nowhere, Cade was kissing James back, putting a surprising about of attention and emotion into it. He opened his mouth, sucking the opposing tongue into his own mouth, massaging it with his tongue. He invited the muscled intruder inside, and when it showed reluctance, he pressed forward into his own invasion of the mouth he was lip-locked with. He turned his head slightly and reached forward and up with his tongue, exploring James’ teeth and gums, reaching to see how far into Duncan’s mouth he could reach, knowing Duncan liked it when he showed initiative in their foreplay. Wait, not Duncan. He was here with James! Cade pulled away, full of momentary confusion and shock. “Damn,” said a breathless James. “I could get addicted to kisses like that. Now I’m definitely glad I insisted on meeting you properly.” Cade pushed himself away from James, only just now realizing that the boy had his arms wrapped around Cade, his hands resting on Cade’s ass. Embarrassment and humiliation flooded through Cade, realizing how whorish he must have appeared. “Really, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me!” “I’m not going to bitch about it,” said James with a chuckle. “I would be happy to handle whatever you can dish out.” It was a very similar chuckle that Duncan gave when he really liked what Cade was offering. Whether James knew it, Cade recognized it as a chuckle of horny ownership. Of claiming what was in front of him. Cade brushed off the thought. No,he was definitely reading too much into it. “I’m sorry I got too carried away,” said Cade. “I’m not exactly used to making out in school.” “Well I’m not going to push you too hard, too fast,” said James, stepping back in and wrapping his arms loosely around Cade’s back. This time he left four or five inches between their chests, his hands interlocking their fingers midway up Cade’s back. “But I hope this isn’t the last time we ‘make out in school’!” he said with a flirty grin. Cade’s knees melted. This was better than any fantasy he had had in the last week, and knew he was going to explode the next time he touched his dick. Speaking of which, that particular appendage was hard as a rock, and sharp as glass. Regardless of how quickly he lost himself in the first kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan kiss, Cade definitely wanted more. Looking back up at James bashfully and speaking with all the volume he could manage at the moment, Cade whispered, “I suppose one more kiss couldn’t hurt.” This time James lowered himself a few inches so they were able to meet at a more manageable height. Cade closed his eyes and focused more on what James was able to offer, stressing himself to let the taller boy take the lead this time, staying cognizant of the moment being presented. James, for his part, took more initiative in exploring with Cade’s tongue, exploring his mouth and teeth and gums, wrestling Cade’s tongue inside Cade’s own mouth. His tongue was not the only place where James was taking initiative, pulling their torsos together by sliding his hands lower, lower, back down to rub the area of Cade’s lower back meeting his butt. James’ fingers slipped below the hem of Cade’s shirt, lifting it enough that those fingers were able to play with the waistband of Cade’s skinny jeans. With their chests pressed together and James having lowered himself down to alleviate their difference in height, this meant that James’ knees were bend slightly. Cade found this out as James began grinding one of his knees gently yet forcefully into Cade’s groin. Cade moaned into James’ mouth. Fingers digging into the waistband of his pants, inside the underwear, teasing the flesh right at the top of his ass crack. His painfully hard cock, miraculously for once not twisted up in his bikini briefs, straining not to hump the leg it was pressed against and failing. Cade hadn’t been fucked since Thursday. Hell, he hadn’t jerked off since Saturday. All that built up now. Cade squealed softly, sucking in James’ lower lip and biting down gently on it, as his cock rubbed the leg it was humping one too many times, and he started spurting into his jeans. “Fuck!” groaned Cade, his face flushed bright pink with a mix of climax and embarrassment. “Did you just…” said James in mild amusement. He pulled back, realizing there was a moist dampness on his thigh. “Oh God,” whined Cade. “It’s all good,” said James, stepping away, looking around. “There should be… Somewhere… Here!” He jogged back over, holding out the roll of industrial paper towels he had located. “Thanks,” mumbled Cade in utter humiliation as he accepted the paper towels. “Now turn around.” “What?” “Turn the fuck around,” said Cade, giving mock anger to hide his embarrassment. “Just because you caused this mess doesn’t mean you get a free show.” James turned his back as Cade did the same, undoing his pants to try and mop up the damage. Catching out of the corner of his eye that Cade had turned his back, James twisted around to get as much view as he could. He was easily able to tell that Cade was wearing very skimpy cut briefs. He let out an involuntary gasp at the sight he was able to enjoy, which caused Cade to look back. “No fair!” he squeaked. “Turn your ass back around if you ever want to touch this one again!” James let out a laugh. “So that means you want to see me again?” then quieter, almost to himself, he added, “Sweet.” “This is your fault, asshole,” said Cade, although he could keep a slight level of mirth from creeping into his voice. “I swear, if this makes me look like I pissed myself, you are so going to pay for this.” “Well at least I now have tangible proof of how you feel about me,” said James, his back still turned. “So, Friday night? Pick you up, say, around seven?” “What?” Cade turned in confusion, looking back at James, who turned slightly to address Cade. “I was kidding. About Friday, I mean. Unless you are interested?” Suddenly Cade realized that they were facing one another, Cade’s jeans unzipped, his banana yellow briefs blazingly visible, his hand and a wad of the rough, brown paper towels shoved currently inside his briefs. Turning bright red, he spun back around, yelling for James to do the same. After a few more minutes, Cade managed to make himself presentable, and allowed James to turn back around. Just as the bell rang, releasing third period classes, they made their way back out of the theater area and joined the other students leaving the various art classes. “You know,” said James, ” I really did mean it when I said you are cute when you blush.” “Shut up,” giggled Cade.

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