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Subject: Backdoor Slider – Chapter 19 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a love story between two 16-year old boys. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at ail. This is a rewrite. I have edited and added some chapters from the original posting. I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Backdoor Slider Chapter 19 “Pass the potatoes.” Diyarbakır Escort David is back eating with the family and behaving somewhat. His new exercise program must be making him hungry. I hand the potatoes to him. “Thanks,” he says out loud and immediately whispers, “dick.” I hope he’s kidding. I just smile and chuckle like I appreciate his joke. I’m in too good of a mood. I wait until the parents aren’t looking and flip him off. He doesn’t even smile. Oh well, I tried. I scarf down Mom’s dinner. I don’t even care about the calories any more. I’m starved, and I’ll need my energy for tonight. Suddenly, I realize I’ve got a little bit of Diyarbakır Escort Bayan the squishy butt. Some of the fluid from earlier is starting to seep out. I hope it’s not soaking into the chair upholstery. “May I go to the bathroom?” I ask. “Sure,” says Dad. I hear David mimicking me as I leave the room. What a tool. I clean myself up and head back to the dinner table for thirds. “It’s nice to see you eating well again, Garrett,” Mom says. “Yeah, it’s really good.” I can see David mocking me again out of the corner of my eye. “Do you have a PROBLEM?” I finally can’t take it anymore. He says nothing and just stares at his plate. “Garrett, Escort Diyarbakır did your mother tell you that we’re coming to your baseball game tomorrow?” Dad tries to change the subject. “No, but that’s cool. It’s Luke’s first start since his perfect game.” “I hope he keeps it up.” “It’s going to be really tough. McKinley is a lot better than Riverside.” “Well, we’re looking forward to it.” “I’ve got a lot of homework to do before my workout. May I be excused?” “Sure.” I run upstairs and check my phone. I’ve got 7 messages from Luke. They’re mostly, “Dude, get your sweet ass back over here,” and other similar things. I text him back that I’ve got lots of homework to do. I can’t wait to get back over there, but I kind of enjoy making him wait a little bit. I get a new text every few minutes. After a while, he just starts texting me a longer and longer dick: ==D ===D ====D I finally text back a butt: (_o_) I get back what I’m expecting: “GET OVER HERE NOW!” “OK
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