Thread: 1989 Best Year Ever (Darkangel76 &Casketslinger)

Lunches didn't start until around noon so they used the cafeteria for a study hall until then. Greg sat at the far end of the table and sketched furiously. His head was low, nose almost touching the paper, he was completely absorbed in what he was doing so he hardly noticed the ominous shadow that now stood behind him. What'cha got there dweeb? A large muscled hand reached down and grabbed the drawing away before he could do anything about it. Greg spun around and saw his archnemesis since the 7th grade standing there holding the drawing he'd spent almost the entire front period crafting. Ken Reynolds was a big football player, defensive end or some shit, either way the guy was huge and a bully that felt the need to piss pound anyone he didn't think was cool. Greg was not someone Ken thought was cool, in fact Ken thought Greg was about the furthest thing from cool and insisted on pressing that point into Greg's skull every chance he got. Give it back Ken. Greg said with a defeated tone in his voice. What the fuck is it? It don't look like the stupid superhero shit I usually take off of you. No guys in their underpants, no gay ass word bubbles....What the fuck is this for? Ken asked and held the paper up away from Greg when he tried to reach for it. Tell me or I'll fucking shred it. Alright man, don't fucking wreck it....It's a party flyer. Greg said. Now give it back. What party? Some stupid fucking dork party you and dweeb friends are gonna throw? You all gonna hang out dressed like elves and knights and shit? Ken said laughing at Greg. No man...it's some big shot from the city throwing it, He's the manager of some big band and they wanna start a grass roots tour through some of the smaller towns to drum up publicity. Greg lied. Some big band? Which one? Ken asked, no longer holding the flyer away from Greg and instead he was actually studying it. If they are such big shots then why not pay some ad exec to make the flyer? Your a douche bag high school kid. I ain't sure which band but it must be big cause they are looking at large acreage to have it on, but they want local artist to try their hands at the flyer to make it more authentic. My art was hanging in the Comic book shop and the manager must have liked it cause I got the call. Greg lied again, this time amazing himself at how real it all sounded. No shit.....I guess sitting around and jerking off to superheroes all day actually pays off. So when is it? Ken said and surprised Greg by giving the design back to him. They haven't announced the date because it's supposed to be like a spontaneous thing, but it's looking like right around the time we'll be graduating. I guess the band has these legions of hot groupie chicks that follow them around so it should be a pretty cool time. Greg added in. Hot groupies huh? Shit man you wouldn't know what to do with one if you had that shit! Ken said finally smacking Greg in the back of the head and walking back off to his group of neanderthal friends. Greg picked up his head and watched as Ken started the chain reaction of high school rumors and the Jocks were eating it up. Greg smiled. Nate looked down at his watch. This little exertion was taking longer than he'd anticipated, it was time to kick this show into high gear. Nate reached down and slid his hand under Steph's chin and she looked up at him. Come here. He said and she let his spit covered cock drop out of her mouth and stood up. What's up? I'm not doing it right? Usually you love my blow jobs. Steph said and Nate could almost see the desperation in her eyes. No of course not, you suck cock like a champ, baby. I was just hoping for something a little sweeter. He said and spun her around, pushing her upper body over so she was leaning on the toilet and her ass was sticking out toward him. Hold on I gotta undo my pants baby! Steph started to say but Nate wasn't in the mood to wait. The one good thing about acid washed jeans was that the material was weakened. Nat grabbed the seam that ran up her but crack and ripped the back of her pants right open. What the FUCK NATE!? I got to go to class after this you asshole! She yelled. Nate didn't hesitate, he spread her open with his thumbs and plowed his cock deep into her gash.