Shooting Star

Shooting Star Shooting Star

Status: In Progress

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

Taye Wilson had just moved from the South up to his new home a thousand miles away in western Massachusetts, attending a college designed for high school aged students. Michael Van Buren is a rich, well-to-do teenager who has dreams of getting into Harvard.
When the two of them bump into each other unexpectedly at a local protest, a rivalry twinkles and sparkles into something neither of them could have ever imagined.
Breaking political, racial, and religious barriers, will the two last as long as the heavens, or will it die out like the light from a shooting star?

*Any and all feedback is appreciated.

Summary

Taye Wilson had just moved from the South up to his new home a thousand miles away in western Massachusetts, attending a college designed for high school aged students. Michael Van Buren is a rich, well-to-do teenager who has dreams of getting into Harvard.
When the two of them bump into each other unexpectedly at a local protest, a rivalry twinkles and sparkles into something neither of them could have ever imagined.
Breaking political, racial, and religious barriers, will the two last as long as the heavens, or will it die out like the light from a shooting star?

*Any and all feedback is appreciated.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Introduction

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 26, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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"Fuck it's cold out here."

Taye winced as the cold breeze evilly caressed his face. It was the only part of his body not protected by some type of clothing, not that it mattered; the cheap "winter coat" his mom had sent up from home was practically useless as the bitter wind carelessly blew right through the material.

Intersession was over, and what little time the students had for a break had run out. Classes start tomorrow, and Taye was not really looking forward to any of them. He groaned at the thought of waking up at 7:15 to prepare himself for his first class at nine - and with over a foot of snow on the ground.

He trudged through the thick snow to get to his dormitory building, a two story structure of impressive architecture with a wooden bridge attached to the top level - a bridge that always gets icy. This was the only reason why Taye was forcing himself through the open field at all; there was a door at the back of the building and he'd rather put his new snow boots to good use than to slip backwards on black ice and crack his skull open.

His student ID in hand, Taye stumbled through the thick layer of snow as the wind increased. Little bits of ice and snow pounded and scratched his face, making him grit his teeth together in pain. He held up his arms in front of face to shield them and by the time the wind passed, he realized that his hand was empty; his ID had slipped out of his hand somehow. Taye frantically scanned the ground for his missing card as it started to snow for the third time that day, quickly burying the plastic item - wherever it was.

"How am I supposed to get inside now," he screamed angrily, kicking small piles of snow into the brisk winter air. "Fuck this school!"

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He moaned as a stray hand grabbed a fistful of his dirty blonde hair. The other hand was rubbing vigorously, little spurts of white liquid seeping out of the tip of his dick and onto his bedsheets. To say that Michael Van Buren was sexually frustrated was an understatement. 

His dark brown eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sensations he felt crashing through his body like a tidal wave. Deep groans escaped his mouth unvoluntarily as his hand pumped faster, slicking his erect penis with a mixture of lotion and his own fluids. Michael tugged at his hair even harder now, intense pleasure taking over him; as if possessed, the teenager jerked as he came, spreading his fluids everywhere on the bed.

Trying hard to catch his breath, Michael panted like a dog as he stared at his bedroom ceiling for what seemed like hours before his cell phone buzzed from underneath his pillow. Grabbing it with his clean hand, he smirked to himself when he saw who was calling him. He managed to swipe the screen with his thumb before putting it to his ear, his other hand still gripping his now semi-erect member. 

"Hey, baby."

"Sorry I took so long," a deep voice responded. "It was hard to slip out of the house this time. Being grounded sucks."

"When will you be here?"

"In about five minutes. Where are you?"

"I'm up in my bedroom," Michael replied, his voice cracking. His dick stood straight up again at the thought of this man naked on his bed. He licked his lips before taking a deep breath. "I couldn't wait for you," Michael continued, his voice now just a whisper. "It was throbbing all day. I just couldn't take it anymore."

"Shit! What about your parents?"

"They went to Cancun, sweetie; you know how they are. You still remember the security code, right?"

"How could I forget?"

A car engine rumbled in the distance, making Micheal shudder on his bed. He slowly stroked himself again and moaned softly into the phone. "Hurry up, baby," he sighed. "I miss you."

"Do you really miss me or do you miss my ass more?"

Michael feebly laughed as the call ended. The house vibrated as the front door slammed shut. After tossing the cell phone back on his bed, he quickly reached for the tube of lubricant he kept on his nightstand, pouring some more onto his already messy hand. Micheal giddly smiled as his mystery man walked through his bedroom door, taking off articles of clothing as he strutted towards his lover's bed. "Are you ready," Micheal asked seductively.

"Always."

He grasped the visitor's penis firmly, gazing into his eyes; the dark voice grunted in discomfort. "What's wrong," Micheal asked.

"I was expecting something a little more like this."

The teenager was suddenly pushed down onto his soiled bed, legs up in the air as the aroused nudist got on top of him. Legs suddenly in the air, Michael felt his penis get harder as thick hands held his face lovingly; unable to control themselves any longer, the two kissed each other passionately as the snowfall stopped peacefully outside.

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Taye looked at himself in the mirror, his copper skin wet from a well-deserved shower. It took him thirty minutes to find his student ID in below freezing temperatures; not only was that shower well-deserved, it was recommended. His thick afro was still damp and the wet strands were dripping onto his bare shoulders. He forgot his hair pick at home; he missed his family.

Trying to dry his hair off the best he could with a towel, he placed a stocking cap over his head - stuffing all of his hair inside - before putting on a clean pair of boxer briefs. Taye did the laundry earlier and was proud of himself for not being so lazy like normal.

After setting his alarm clock, the exhausted teen slithered into his warm bed, turning off the lamp on his desk before falling into a deep sleep. Snow steadily fell on his college campus as a foreign car zoomed through the grounds momentarily before turning and going back onto the main road; the driver seemed to be in a hurry for some reason.

 


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